#and my game ALWAYS took 3 seconds to load

[sturnsdarling]

it’s so obvious

the boys’ best friend joins them for a stream, and fans notice a vibe between her and Matt

vibe check: best friends that don't realise they like each other etc you get the vibe

1k words

A/N: for the anon that wanted best friends with tension <3 this is super super simple but i kinda like it? lmk what you guys think. im gonna post my drafts here and there so you guys don’t forget about me whilst im being an academic weapon. LOVE U

love and cigs, merc

Matt and Chris had been streaming everyday this week, and today wasn't any different. You'd been hanging out at theirs all day, showing up unannounced as you always did and making yourself at home in whatever room they were hanging out in.

Today, it was Matts room, and you were lounging on his bed, mindlessly scrolling on your phone as the boys sat at Matts desk, talking about nothing important into their camera. They were about half an hour in, and the comments were flooded with your name from the moment they went live.

"chat wants you to come sit up here with us, girlie" Chris said, turning round to you and pulling his headphones off to rest on his neck.

"me? why? I'm so boring" You chuckled, loving doing exactly what you were; nothing

"thats what I tried to tell them but, the people want what they want" Matt replied with a shrug, turning to face you just as Chris was.

You chuckled once more, shooting Matt a sarcastic smile and lazily throwing your phone down on the bed just before padding over to the desk. The boys turned back to face the camera in unison, Matt turning slightly less than Chris, as if he could read your mind. You sandwiched yourself between them, perching on the arm of Matts gaming chair, resting on the back with your arm laid comfortably over his shoulder for balance.

Matt visibly relaxed into your touch, turning the chair to fully face the camera once you were comfortable.

"hi chat" you smiled, waving slightly, "how's everyone doing"

The chat was going off, everyone losing their minds over the, although standard to the two of you, interaction between you and Matt.

You and Matt had always been the closest out of the four of you as a group. Since you met you knew that you were the same person in different bodies and you clicked instantly. You obviously loved all three of them and would sooner die than be separated from any of them, but you and Matt had something different. You were best friends, in every sense of the word.

"everyone is losing their minds that you're here, jesus chris" Chris said, watching as the rapid text sped across the screen.

"what can I say, the people love me" you shrugged, putting on your best smug persona that did nothing to hide your giggles.

Matt chuckled along with you, subtly watching your face on the screen and trying to make it look as if he was reading the chat.

"so, what do you guys want us to do?" Matt said

You all waited for a second, reading everyones ideas. Matt was leant into you slightly, arm perched on your leg as he used his palm as a rest for his head. Chris was leant fully forward, trying to read the screen.

"they want us to play dress to impress" Chris said, turning back to face you both, paying no mind to your closeness.

"can I go first?" you squealed, excitement filling your body as you looked between both Matt and Chris like a little kid.

Matt chuckled and shook his head slightly, "go for it", he got up, gesturing for you to take his seat.

You slipped into the chair, settling into the warmth that Matt had left behind and let him tuck you under the desk. He took his headphones off from round his neck and placed them on your head from behind, moving the stray strands of hair out the way as he did.

Chris was on his phone, paying no attention to the way chat was blowing up about Matts actions, how kind and attentive he was towards you without even realising it. You and Matt weren't paying any attention either, both of you fixated on the DTI screen loading in front of you.

Matt was stood behind the chair, arms on either side of you as one hand rested on the edge of his desk and the other worked the mouse by the side of his key board. He was fully concentrated, leaning on the top of your head slightly as his scent wrapped around you. His frame was trapping you in, biceps on either side of your head as a comfortable warmth washed over you whilst he mumbled to himself about it taking 'so fuckin' long to load'.

the casual closeness of the two of you was sending the chat into overdrive, and they were adamant that the two of you had something going on. Chris looked up from his phone to see the explosion of theories rushing down the screen and chuckled to himself.

"they think you two are together" Chris scoffed, "trust me y'all, they're not, me and nick have been sayin' this for years"

"what are you talking about, kid" Matt said, eyes not leaving the screen but his face flooding with annoyance at his brothers words.

"that you two act like an old married couple" Chris said, reaching for his cup and taking a swig of his drink, lifting his leg up lazily and perching it on the arm rest of the chair you were sitting in.

you chuckled, looking to Chris, "you're ridiculous"

Chris said nothing, only stuck his tongue out like a little kid. Just at the moment that he did, Matt had finished sorting out the game for you and stood up from where he was, shifting so he was facing Chris and flicked him on the tongue.

You laughed, a sound that was relished in by Matt and then echoed by him. Chris was making over reacting hurt nosies beside you, playing it up for the cameras, like always.

"m'goin to get a drink, you want anything?" Matt said, pointing towards the door and looking directly at you.

"i'm good, thanks" you shook your head with a smile

"can you get me a-" Chris began to speak

"I was talkin' to her" Matt cut him off with a smug smile.

Chris flipped him off and Matt returned the favour before walking out the room.

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[yoonlyhan]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ in which itoshi rin plays a horror game on roblox and ends up teaming up with a loud owl on voice chat

itoshi rin saw a recommendation online about a popular horror game on roblox. the comments vouch for the post saying that it made them piss their pants playing it or saying that not even a minute of playing it is that the game was already scary.

the younger itoshi was convinced on playing it to pass time.

rin doesn't have a roblox account but he immediately installed it and create an account. he typed the name of the game on the search bar and joined the game.

there was a lobby where you can enter the game by going to a space as a two player, three players, four players, or eight players. rin searched for the singular player mode but it turns out there was no such thing due to the game being so scary that the players needed a buddy to play.

rin thought it was a ridiculous reason.

he ended up controlling his character to the space where 2 players can only play the game.

1/2 players

rin decided to wait until the timer runs out so he can play the game by himself and see if it was worth installing the game.

the timer was already 3 seconds left when a character of a literal owl jumps in to the space beside him. he furrowed at it and when he was about to walk away from the space to avoid joining with someone, his screen appeared with the loading screen.

2/2 players

rin didn't liked having someone with him while he plays so he decided to ignore the other player. but what he didn't expect is that the owl had a voice chat on. so did rin but he was already muted and was not even thinking on communicating with the other player.

“hello! are you there?” a high pitched voice was heard in his ears.

the owl was circling at his bacon avatar as the girl talks to him.

“hello? sir, uh... rin? is that your real name?”

“this game is scary, it's so dark!”

“i heard there was a monster that pops every now and then. i saw it on tiktok.”

when the game signals that the players can start playing. he didn't hesitate to move forward. rin didn't rotate his screen to look behind him but he heard the grass move from behind, signaling that the owl is following him.

“hold hold! i think i saw someone behind that tree!” she shouts again but rin ignored her and focused on the objectives.

the graphics was indeed realistic and scary. there was jumpscare every now and then and there was a moment where someone was chasing them. it was satisfying for rin but he would always pursed his lips when he would hear the girl scream.

it was even unbelievable that she survived halfway of the game.

rin had to admit the she was great in running and escaping the monsters. but she is one hella damn annoying teammate of his.

there were many times when rin was urged to unmute only to tell her to shut up but he didn't and continued playing. rin also took notice that the girl knows he had voice chat umute on purpose and that rin could hear her and indeed listening to all of her whines.

rin, however, had the choice to unmute her and continue a silent game without her loud screams. but he didn't.

it is slightly amusing hearing her screams whenever they encounter a monster.

“bro, you are carrying me! have you played this game before?”

the owl continued to jumped in front of him while rin's character only stood still while waiting for the clock to strike 3am.

“i thought i'd die a long time ago, you know? it's amazing that i'm able to see the ending! i'll brag about this to my friends.” the girl behind the owl avatar laughed at her self.

but what she didn't know is that she will eventually be taken by a monster.

the last thing rin heard from the owl is her screaming behind him. rin even jumped from how loud she screams and when he turned around, the fallen apart pieces of the owl's avatar is on the floor.

the owl was still on the game though. she was just dead in the game.

rin felt disappointed at the owl and felt the decrease of desire to play the game till the end.

the owl could only chat to him and rin decided to talk to her for the first time through it.

misshoothoot:

NOOOOO

why did i dieeee

so unfair

unfair

i'll kill that monster 👿

rin, u can do it!!! i'll watch from above :⁠,⁠-⁠)

rin_itoshi:

idiot

rin unexpectedly died while he was reading the owl's chat and the monster catched up to him and captured rin. he was even close to the ending but he didn't feel annoyed that he died before reaching the end.

after that, rin clicked on the logo in the upper left part and clicked the add friend button to the owl. the owl immediately accepted rin's friend request.

masterlist ♡

© all written works are created and owned by @yoonlyhan. do not plagiarise or translate any of my content on other platforms under any circumstances. u will be blocked :x

credits to @strangergraphics for the wonderful divider ♡

[yuta-nakamots]

La La Love - P.Jisung

Pairing - Jisung x Visual Director!Female Reader, Jeno x Visual Director!Female Reader

Genre(s) - Fluff, Angst, friends to lovers, childhood friends!AU

Warning(s) - cheating (Jeno), miscommunication, reader and Jeno and Jisung all kinda suck at communicating their feelings lol, one breakup, Jisung is a sadboi who just needs some love and care 

Summary - As a busy visual director, you’ve grown to rely on your Monday night check-ins with Jisung, a quiet friend who has been your gaming buddy for years. What starts as a casual chat about work soon deepens, and perhaps the bond you share turns into something more.

Word Count - 6.6k

Author’s Note - The music video they’re filming is a compilation of the Dream-Verse chapters (1, 2, 3, 4)

Taglist - @k-vanity @cosyhomenet @neocity-net @k-films @cinneorolls @dinonuguaegi @tinyzen @fancypeacepersona (join my taglist!)

Written for the Dream Messenger Collab hosted by @nanasarea. Also part of my NCT Dream: Seven Days Collection. 

Now playing: La La Love - NCT Dream, Rainbow - NCT Dream, Life Is Still Going On - NCT Dream 

You’ve known Park Jisung since middle school, back when his legs were too long for his desk and he always smelled faintly of bubble gum and sheet music. You met in the computer lab after school, bonding over slow-loading RPG games and shared headphones. Even after becoming a trainee and setting his path to become an idol, while yours veered toward film school and production internships, the two of you kept in touch. 

Your chats were like save files you both returned to. Screenshots of weird cafés, game glitches, late-night existential memes. Especially on Mondays. Somewhere along the way, it became tradition to check in at the start of every week. Jisung called it your “Monday Login” as a reference to Mystic Messenger. He used to joke that he was your personal Yoosung. Loyal, sweet, sometimes a little too honest. You never disagreed. 

Which is why it’s not nerves that hit you the morning you walk into SM Entertainment’s main conference room for your first meeting with NCT Dream, it’s disbelief. All these years later, and now you’re officially assigned to help lead the visuals and creative production for their comeback music video. 

The scene of fresh coffee and whiteboard markers hung in the air as you stepped inside. The boys are already seated around the long table, easy and half-slouched in chairs, tossing jokes back and forth as the production crew passes out packets of information.

Jisung notices you first. His eyes are wide, and for a second, he’s thirteen again, long limbs and awkward surprise lighting up his face. Then he recovers, straightening with a quick grin that’s softer than the others’. “You made it,” he says under his breath as you take the seat next to him.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” you murmur, just loud enough for him to hear. His shoulders relax. 

It’s been years, but somehow he still sees you first. Even now, with both of your lives spiraling in different directions, his packed with rehearsals, yours with endless editing timelines, he still comes over to your apartment every few months without fail. No fanfare, no agenda, just Jisung, your couch, a mismatched set of chopsticks, and whatever game you’d left unfinished last time. It was quiet and rare, and you never once took it for granted. 

So seeing him here, in this setting, older, taller, sharper around the edges, but still Jisung, something in your chest folds inward, tender and familiar. You didn’t just get lucky being assigned to NCT Dream. It feels a little bit like the universe remembered, too. 

The members greet you warmly, curious and welcoming, but it’s Jeno who steps forward, hand outstretched. “Nice to meet you,” he says, voice smooth. “I trust we’ll be in good hands with you.”

You shake his hand. It’s brief and professional, but warm. 

The conversation quickly moves into logistics. Shot order, wardrobe coordination, and prop timing. You show them the initial storyboard, flipping through frames you helped draw yourself. You skim over the detailed panels outlining everything from a sunset car ride to a dream sequence and the quiet symbolism of a single, flickering candle. Mark nods thoughtfully, Renjun offers a few notes, and Jeno stays quiet and attentive until the discussion turns to the scene with a candle between Jisung, Haechan, and Jeno, the one where Jisung shields the candle from their advances. “That’s the scene with the candle, right?” Jeno asks, his voice cutting in gently. 

You nod. “Yeah. It’s meant to reflect loyalty, the kind that doesn’t ask to be seen, but stays. It connects everything.”

Mark leans over your shoulder, studying the pages with quiet focus. “The candle…how long does it show up for?”

“Most of the video. It’s passed around a bit,” you glance at Jisung. “But he’s the only one who holds onto it the whole time.”

There’s a short silence, thoughtful, as the group digests the weight of that. “It’s kind of poetic,” Chenle admits. “Like, everyone’s loud and chaotic, but Jisung’s the one who never lets go. He’s the only one savoring the moment.”

You nod. “Exactly. He protects it, even when it’s small, even when no one else notices.” You don’t miss the way Jeno looks over at Jisung, then just a brief glance at you, unreadable but lingering. 

Jisung looks over at you, something unreadable in his expression. “You always did like metaphors,” he mumbles. 

You flash him a quick smile. “And you always underestimated your screen presence.”

“Do I get to drive the vintage car?” Jaemin cuts in, raising a hand like he’s in class. 

“I originally planned for Haechan in the driver’s seat, but that can be changed,” you reply, laughter and shouts rippling through the room.

The group warms up to you quickly, easier than you expected. Maybe it’s because you’re good at what you do. Maybe it’s because Jisung looks at you like he already trusts you, like he’s known you for half your life. Because he has. 

As the meeting wraps, you gather your notes, slipping your storyboard back into your portfolio. You expect the group to disperse and get into hair, makeup, and wardrobe, but Jeno hangs around. “Hey,” catching your attention. “Do you mind if I get your number? In case anything comes up? Choreo tweaks, set requests, candle questions…”

You laugh. “Sure, strictly candle business, though.” You hand him your phone, and the others follow suit, your phone traded around like playing cards. Haechan insists you add emojis next to his name. Jaemin tells you to expect selfie spams, something about wanting female guidance. Jeno quietly types his in, then gives your phone to Jisung. He returns it to you with a barely-there smile. He didn’t need to give you his number. “Are we still good for Monday night check-ins?”

You grin. “Wasn’t planning on changing that.”

And just like that, your childhood friend becomes part of your adult life in a new way. He’s intertwined not just through texts and tradition, but through a project that might mean more than either of you expected.

That night, the Dream group chat was chaotic as usual, only this one included you. You quietly scroll, amused, until your phone pings again with a notification from the Dream Brew Crew, named affectionately after the music video’s café scenes.

[Renjun 9:47PM] 

welcome to brewtopia, where the foam is romantic and the trauma is unresolved

A poorly edited version of Mark in a barista outfit with anime sparkles pops up in the chat. 

[Jaemin 9:47PM] 

DELETE THIS RN 💀💀💀

[Haechan☀️🧸 9:47PM]

bro’s got latte daddy issues

[Y/N 9:47PM]

please…I’m just trying to storyboard in peace 😭

[Jeno 9:48PM]

Reacted 😂 to your message

but are you laughing or crying?

[Y/N 9:48PM]

yes.

[Jisung 9:48PM]

.

[Chenle 9:48PM]

now why is that the most threatening thing I’ve read all day

You set your phone down, going back to cross-checking your storyboards with the schedules for the next few days. You wanted to make sure you were ready for each day of shooting, prepped for any question that came your way. Your phone dinged again, this time, a private message.

[Jeno 10:12PM]

hey, just thought i’d say that i liked the storyboard layout. super clean. did you sketch them all yourself?

[Y/N 10:12PM]

i did!!

trying to impress the visuals team

[Jeno 10:13PM]

seems like you’re succeeding

goodnight, by the way. don’t work too hard.

[Y/N 10:13PM]

goodnight jeno

i’ll see you tomorrow

[Jeno 10:13PM]

looking forward to it

The next day, Monday, you’re on set, the hum of the lighting rig is loud above you as you stand beside the monitors, headset resting around your neck. Jaemin, Jeno, Renjun, Haechan, and Chenle had just wrapped their second take of the café interior shot, the one where Renjun drops the plate. The warm faux-afternoon light filters through the fake windows, catching in Jaemin’s hair and making the entire scene look dreamy, just as intended. 

“Cut,” the director calls.

You scribble a note on your clipboard about timing and angles when Jeno appears at your side, slightly breathless from the scene. He glances down at your clipboard with an impressed smile. “That timing cue you added earlier?” he starts, voice low enough to go undetected among the crew. “Perfect. Renjun hit that mark without even thinking about it.” 

You look up at him, and your smile comes easily. “Just trying to make everyone’s lives easier.”

“It’s working,” Jeno confirms, nudging your elbow gently with his. His voice carries a boyish lilt that makes your heart skip. “I don’t know how you keep everything in your head. It’s kinda superhuman.”

“Caffeine and chaos,” you reply smoothly. “That’s my secret.”

Jeno chuckles. “Then let me be your caffeine plug next time. You like oat milk?”

You laugh, about to answer, but a loud clatter breaks the moment. Haechan just accidentally knocked over a cup on the prop counter, yelling dramatically as Chenle mocks him from the side. Everyone groans in unison. 

“I swear I didn’t touch it!” Haechan protests, arms out.

“Dude, your sleeve knocked it,” Chenle says with a chuckle. Renjun mutters something under his breath, and Jaemin sighs like he’s aged ten years in one afternoon. 

You shake your head fondly, jotting down notes for scene continuity while Jeno leans in again, voice amused. “They’re a mess without you.” 

Before Jeno can respond, someone clears their throat behind you. You both turn and see Jisung standing a few feet away. He’s in his hoodie and mask, not needed on set until later, but he’s here nonetheless. His eyes go between you and Jeno, unreadable beneath the cap tugged low over his brows. 

“Hey,” you greet with a smile. “Didn’t know you were already here.”

“Yeah,” Jisung replies, voice quiet. “Call time’s soon, so I just came early.”

You nod, trying to keep things light. “Well, you’re just in time to witness the chaos. Haechan is having a crisis over a cup.” 

Jisung doesn’t laugh, just glancing past you. “I saw.” He tucks his hands into the pocket of his hoodie. “I’ll be in the waiting room,” he says, already turning.

You watch him go, a tiny frown forming. Something about his tone feels off, distant. Maybe it’s just the long hours or the heat from the lights. But something lingers, unspoken. Jeno nudges your arm again. “You okay?”

You blink and quickly nod. “Yeah, just mentally running through the next setup.”

“Let me know if you need anything,” he says, then jogs back to the others on set, still arguing over prop placement. You glance down at your clipboard again, but your thoughts have already wandered, following Jisung’s retreating figure out of frame.  

That night, your body is sore from the twelve-hour day on your feet. After rinsing off the scent of studio dust and caffeine from your hair, you collapse into bed with your laptop and an open call sheet for tomorrow. The group chat is alive again, Renjun sharing a blurry photo of Haechan fake-crying over the shattered plate, and now everyone is spamming crying emojis and exaggerated eulogies for the “fallen latte.”

You scroll absently, a small smile on your lips, until your phone buzzes again. A notification from Instagram: @the__and.y shared a photo. You tap on it, curious. It’s an image of one of the prop plates from the set, emblazoned with the logo for their comeback, but what draws your attention is his new profile picture. It’s a muted, overcast photo of the ocean. Stormy gray waves, no caption, no context, just…distant. You pause, fingers hovering over your screen, then you flip over to your chat with him.

[Y/N 11:03PM]

hey, you okay? you seemed…off today

Read at 11:05PM

[Jisung🐥 11:17PM]

sorry. was just thinking about stuff.

[Y/N 11:18PM]

anything i can help with? you can always vent

[Jisung🐥 11:25PM]

it’s nothing. really.

You watch the typing bubble pop up, then disappear. 

[Y/N 11:40PM]

i missed our monday check-in today. got a video of the plate fiasco if you need a laugh.

You sent a short video of Haechan dramatically flailing beside the spilled cup, something you filmed while the directors replayed the footage after a take. It was too funny not to have for yourself, letting it fall into the vault of the production team. 

[Jisung🐥 11:56PM]

thanks. needed that.

[Jisung🐥 12:01AM]

i’m proud of you. you handled everything today like a pro.

[Y/N 12:01AM]

thanks jisung, that means a lot

[Jisung🐥 12:02AM]

so…

are you really into jeno-hyung?

Your heart skips. You stare at the screen for a few seconds before replying.

[Y/N 12:03AM]

i think so

he’s been really sweet lately

kind, thoughtful…

idk it’s just been nice

[Jisung🐥 12:04AM]

just be careful okay?

not everyone plays fair

[Y/N 12:04AM]

jisung…

is something going on?

[Jisung🐥 12:05AM]

no

i just don’t want you to get hurt

you’re important to me

you always have been 

[Y/N 12:05AM]

you’re important to me too

top tier triple S rank bestie status

and i mean that

[Jisung🐥 12:06AM]

lol thanks

i should sleep. early call time tomorrow.

[Y/N 12:06AM]

goodnight buddy

don’t forget to eat something before you sleep

[Jisung🐥 12:07AM]

i will. promise.

sweet dreams

You stare at the screen a little longer before putting your phone down and turning off the lights in your room.

Jeno starts bringing you coffee in the mornings, always the way you like it. “You remembered,” you exclaim the first time, surprised. 

He grins, boyish and bright. “I told you I’d be your caffeine plug.”

It becomes a habit, him showing up before the first call, two drinks in hand. Sometimes he brings a croissant too, breaking it in half to share as the crew sets up. You try not to read too much into it. Jeno lingers at your side between takes, asks for your opinion on his line delivery, and even lets you adjust the curl of his collar before scenes. 

One afternoon, while the rest of the group runs lines amongst themselves, he leans in from behind you and murmurs, “do you always look this focused when you work?”

You glance up from your clipboard, caught off guard. “Is that a compliment or a distraction?”

He smirks. “Why not both?”

That night, he messages you. 

[Jeno 11:41PM]

You really make this set feel less like work.

[Y/N 11:42PM]

Are you flirting with me or thanking me professionally?

[Jeno 11:42PM]

…Yes

You don’t label anything, you don’t have to. But a few days later, you’re on a video call with Jeno, both of you bleary-eyed from a 2AM brainstorm. You were sketching out a scene for a new project, something experimental with single takes and non-linear cuts, and Jeno is scribbling notes in a notebook while you ramble about rhythm and lighting cues. 

He pauses mid-sentence, then says with a laugh, “you know you start talking with your hands when you’re excited? Like you’re conducting your own ideas.”

You roll your eyes, smiling. “I need visual aids, okay?”

You stay like that for hours, working, debating, laughing. Somewhere around 5AM, while he’s going over a line of dialogue for the millionth time, your side of the wall goes quiet. Jeno looks up and sees you, head resting on your desk, face turned slightly toward the camera, asleep mid-sentence. 

He doesn't wake you. Instead, he takes a screenshot, just one, then whispers, “goodnight,” before ending the call. 

A few days later, you’re kissing him in the hallway outside the prop room. It’s tentative, breathless, his hand cupping your cheek, your clipboard forgotten between you. After that, it’s quiet, but it’s real. There was no big announcement, just a slow unraveling of something that already existed. 

The production crew has their suspicions, and you don’t deny it when Haechan raises an eyebrow and asks, “so…who’s Jeno smiling at like that between every cut?”

You just smile, float, let the hum of it warm your chest. For the first time in a while, you feel seen. 

But then things shift. Jeno gets more close-up shots. The director starts adjusting angles based on your notes. Jeno’s hitting his mark like he knew exactly where the camera would be. And he does, somehow. He knows which cues you’ve flagged, which scenes are getting reshoots, and which ones the editing team is prioritizing. 

At first, you’re flattered, maybe he’s just that intuitive and interested in your shared work. But then you overhear two PAs whispering near the monitors. 

“Of course, Jeno nailed that cut. He’s basically got a hotline to production now.”

“You think she’s slipping him notes?”

“No, but…it’s convenient, isn’t it?”

You shrug it off, but the words lodge themselves under your skin like splinters. That afternoon, when Jeno finds you outside the back entrance, coffee in hand, grinning like he always does when it’s just the two of you. 

You force a smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. Jeno notices this much. “Hey. You okay?”

You shake your head. “I don’t know. I just–I overheard something.”

His brows knit together. “What happened?”

You hesitate. The words don’t come out sharp, just quiet and unsure. “Are you…with me because of me? Or because of what I know? What I can give you on this project?”

His smile falters, a second of something almost like hurt crossing his features. “You think I’m using you?”

“No,” you say too quickly. “I just…I don’t know anymore. People and talking, and it’s getting hard to ignore…and part of me is scared they’re right.”

There’s a pause, just long enough to make your chest tighten. Jeno steps forward and sets the coffee on the table beside you. “You’re not just a shortcut or some strategy. You know that, right?” You want to believe him. But the whisper of doubt lingers. Not because you don’t trust him, but because you don’t trust the version of yourself that wanted so badly to be chosen that you didn’t ask the questions until now. 

Jisung grows quieter. The memes taper off, the voice notes stop altogether. He still responds when you reach out, but his replies are slower, thoughtful in a way that feels filtered. Like every word is reviewed before it’s sent. No more midnight chaos about Renjun’s weird snack combos, no new playlists. Yet he still texts you on Monday nights.

[Jisung🐥 9:02PM]

make sure you’re drinking water between setups. the lighting rig is brutal this week.

[Y/N 9:04PM]

look at you being all responsible

who are you and what have you done with my emotional support jisung?

[Jisung🐥 9:09PM]

guess he knows when to retreat to the shadows.

You frown at the screen. Something’s wrong, but when you ask…

[Y/N 9:12PM]

hey

you okay?

[Jisung🐥 9:17PM]

i’m fine. just tired. 

That’s all he says. No jokes, no gif, no dramatic videos of studio chaos. Just…tired. You want to press, but something inside you says not to. 

It’s a late Wednesday night on set, quiet, interrupted only by the buzz of fluorescent lights humming above you as you return to the office to grab your notes. The hallway is dim, echoing your footsteps. And then you see it. 

Just past the corner, half-shielded by the shadow of a scaffolding frame. Jeno. He’s not alone. He’s leaning close to one of the wardrobe assistants, her hand resting lightly on his chest as he chuckles at something she says. And then he kisses her. Quick, familiar, too easy. 

Your stomach drops. It’s not romantic, not even passionate. It’s flirty and careless, like it’s happened before, like it’s normal. Your breath catches, and you take a step back, eyes wide. Jeno doesn’t see you, doesn’t even glance your way. You run. 

Later that night, you’re under your blanket, screen dimmed, fingers trembling as you open your messages. There’s only one person you can text. 

[Y/N 12:44AM]

jisung…can i call you?

The typing bubble appears. Disappears. Then reappears. Disappears again.

[Jisung🐥 12:45AM]

yeah. of course.

You call him and he picks up halfway through the first ring. You don’t even make it through your sentence before your voice cracks. You tell him everything, your words halting like you’re afraid they’ll collapse under their own weight. Jisung doesn’t interrupt, doesn’t ask questions, just listens. When your voice finally goes quiet, he says softly, “I’m so sorry.”

There’s a long pause. You wait for the ‘I told you so’ but it never comes. Just silence until Jisung speaks next. “You deserve someone who wouldn’t even look at anyone else.” 

You don’t remember exactly how the call ended, just that his voice stayed steady while yours wavered, and at some point, you whispered, “can you come over?”

There was no hesitation. Jisung showed up twenty minutes later, hoodie sleeves pushed up to his elbows, a plastic bag of instant ramen in one and your favorite canned drink in the other. He doesn’t ask questions right away. He just moves through your apartment like muscle memory, filling your kettle, digging through your drawers for a pair of chopsticks, flipping on your old Bluetooth speaker with the playlist you both made months ago during a stormy night of edits and deadline panic. 

You don’t realize how tightly you’ve been holding yourself together until the smell of broth fills the air, and he nudges your shoulder with the controller. “I found a bug in the third chapter. Wanna see it?” His smile is soft, familiar. 

You don’t answer. You just reach for the controller. You’re playing through the chapter with Jisung, but your hands are trembling too much to focus. You set the controller down and cover your face. “I should’ve listened to you.” 

He doesn’t say anything at first. You hear the game music fade into the background, your own breathing thick with tears you’ve been holding since the hallway incident. Then, softly, “I just wanted you to be happy. Even if it wasn’t with me.” You look up. His eyes are tired but kind. He’s not angry, not smug, just sad but steady. And then he says even quieter, “you’re not a burden, you know.” You blink, confused. “You’re my save point.” Jisung takes a breath. “You always have been.”

You unravel at his words. Not loud, not dramatic, just a slow fall into his arms, your tears soaking into his hoodie as he holds you. One of his large hands strokes your back in slow, grounding circles, the other still clutching the warm bowl of untouched ramen. You both stayed like that until one or both of you had fallen asleep. Your head rests on his shoulder, the game still paused, the background music still playing. The ache is still there, but it’s softer somehow because even when the world feels like it’s ending, he’s still here. 

The next Monday, you’re back at the studio. The lights above the set flicker faintly as staff adjust the backdrop for the dream sequence when Jeno wakes up Haechan. 

You’re scanning the shot list when a familiar voice calls your name. You turn to find Jeno standing a few feet away, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket, eyes darker than usual. “Can we talk?” You hesitate, then nod. You follow him out into a quieter hallway, far from the soundstage and background chatter. He exhales. “I wanted to say I’m sorry.” You nod slowly, saying nothing. “I shouldn’t have let things get that far,” he continues. “With you…and the way I handled it after.”

There’s an ache in his voice, not unlike the silence that filled that hallway the night you saw him with the other staff member. But it doesn’t sting like it used to, it just feels distant. “I keep thinking about what I could’ve said,” Jeno murmurs. “What I should’ve done.”

You tilt your head. “And?”

He looks at you, then away. “I don’t know. I messed up, and I keep hoping maybe you’d text first or just…talk to me.”

“I did talk,” you reply quietly. “I just think you stopped listening.”

Jeno flinches at that. Not dramatically, but enough that you see the words land. “You meant more to me than you think.”

“Maybe,” you say. “But not enough to choose me.” The silence between you stretches, not sharp, just inevitable. 

He tries again. “Can I…fix this? Somehow?”

You meet his eyes, and it hits you that the part of you that used to tremble under his gaze is now still. “I think what I needed back then is different from what I need now.” And with that, you walk away. That night, the messages started again.

[Jeno 10:56PM]

I don’t expect you to respond

But I wanted you to know that I miss talking to you

[Jeno 11:08PM]

I thought about that time we stayed up editing a scene until sunrise

You fell asleep at your desk while on a call with me

I still have a screenshot I took

[Jeno 11:32PM]

I keep hoping it’s not too late

Even just as friends

You read every one but didn’t reply. Not because you’re angry, not anymore. You just finally understand the difference between wanting someone and choosing someone. So instead, you open a different chat and type.

[Y/N 11:34PM]

can you come over?

You get a response within seconds.

[Jisung🐥 11:34PM]

i’ll be there in a bit

When Jisung shows up, it’s quieter than last time, no ramen, no distractions. Just Jisung in a soft, gray hoodie, his hands in his pockets, and that familiar look like he’s exactly where he wants to be. You sit side by side on your couch, knees brushing, the controller resting between you, but neither of you reaches for it, not tonight. 

You break the silence first. “I think…” You hesitate, watching the shadows on the walls. “I think I was in love with an idea.” Jisung doesn’t move, doesn’t fidget, doesn’t interrupt, just listens like he always does. You glance down at your hands. “With Jeno, it was all…intensity. Like something I had to keep chasing. I thought if I tried hard enough, said the right thing, stayed up late, showed up early, gave a little more, maybe I’d get there. I’d earn it. Like I was auditioning for love.” You let the words hang for a moment. Jisung’s quiet presence makes it easier to breathe. “But with you,” you continue, turning your head to meet his eyes, “it feels like the truth. Like I don’t have to explain myself all the time, or prove I belong. You see me and you don’t look away.” 

There’s a beat of silence, deep and soft. Then Jisung nods. “I’ve been waiting to hear that,” he whispers. “Since our first Monday night.”

You smile, but something is trembling in it. “You knew?”

He shrugs gently. “I didn’t know what you needed. I just…wanted to be there when you figured it out.”

Your throat tightens. There’s no grand gesture, no confession backlit by fireworks. Just this, the honesty of the moment, the slow boom of something real. Jisung leans his head gently against yours, your shoulders touching. His body doesn’t lean in possessively, only comfortably. You feel the weight of him, solid, steady, safe. 

“This okay?” he asks softly.

You nod, eyes closed. “Yeah, it is.”

And just like that, the moment becomes your real save point. Not dramatic, not loud, but unmistakably yours. 

Production winds down during the week in a blur of final takes, lighting resets, and wrap-up shots that feel both urgent and bittersweet. There’s a quiet hum of satisfaction in the air, that rare sense of something good being captured, preserved in a reel of color-graded moments and choreography that now moves like muscle memory.

You still wear your headset. You still pace between monitors and shot lists, but something’s changed. You no longer flinch when you feel someone watching you because now, it’s him. 

Jisung doesn’t hover, he doesn’t interrupt your focus. But he’s always there, tucked somewhere just within your line of sight, leaning on a prop, sipping from a water bottle, exchanging a silent look when you both know the reframing needs one more adjustment. He still jokes when things get too tense, murmurs a deadpan comment about a camera angle making his nose look “criminally soft”, and it’s enough to make you snort behind your clipboard. But more than anything, he grounds you. 

One afternoon, a team member rushes over, flustered about a color issue in the scene with the red vintage car. You’re mid-note when Jisung steps closer, eyes calm. “Hey,” he says, not loud, just enough for you to hear. “Take a breath. We’ve got time.” It’s simple, barely a moment, but it slows your pulse. You nod, inhale, then return to the scene with a steadier voice. 

No one comments on the closeness, not openly, at least. But you catch the knowing looks. Haechan winks, and Renjun grins when Jisung steals a granola bar off your desk, saying it was “payment for emotional support services.”

When the director claps his hands and yells “cut,” that day, Jisung’s eyes go straight to yours. He doesn’t rush into a hurry or try to make it dramatic, he just walks over, shoulder bumping yours. “Proud of you.”

You don’t say anything. You just smile because you know he means it. 

Shooting wraps up the following Monday night, rolling one last time as Jisung sits on a swing set at a playground, fingers wrapped around the small candle he’s carried throughout the video’s sequence. Haechan and Chenle flank him on either side, gently swaying on their own swings.

The set is quiet except for the soft ambient hum of crickets in the distance. Jisung’s line comes next, his voice low, measured, and a little raw. “I lit it because I read online that candles can help with sleep, I just wanted to help after you said you were having a nightmare,” he said to Haechan. “But in the end…Mark-hyung, he just blew it out. Like it never meant anything, even when he’s the person who gave it to me.”

The silence that follows is deliberate, hanging like mist between the boys. The director quietly yells, “cut.” The camera stops, but Jisung stays seated. 

Lights dim, crew start dispersing, voices lowering as the finality of wrap night settles in. But Jisung doesn’t move from the swing, still holding the candle. It’s burned down and hollowed out slightly at the edges from the earlier scenes, but he holds it carefully, like it still might glow if he asks gently enough. 

Chenle looks over at Jisung from where they sat on the swings, still in costume, their hair wind-tousled from the final scene. “You okay?”

Jisung shrugged, eyes fixed on the candle as he tossed it between his hands. “It was a good take.”

“Yeah, but that’s not what I asked.”

Haechan comes up behind them, his usual playfulness muted by the quiet night. He drapes his arms around the swing’s metal chains and rests his chin on his arms, lazily. “What’s going on in that big head of yours, Jisung?”

Jisung doesn’t answer at first. He rolls the candle slightly between his palms. “It’s stupid.”

“Say it anyway,” Chenle nudges. “Stupid isn’t anything new to us.”

Jisung exhales through his nose. “That line. The one about just wanting to help…it wasn’t just for the scene. I think I was talking about myself.” Chenle raises a brow. Haechan doesn’t interrupt. “I kept showing up,” Jisung says. “I kept holding on. Hoping that maybe if I just waited long enough, didn’t let the flame die, maybe she’d look back. Maybe I’d matter.” The wind picks up slightly, causing his hair to shift across his forehead. Still, he keeps staring at the candle. “And in that scene in the apartment, when Mark just walked off with the others and I was just…left alone. Like I always was.”

There’s a beat, then Chenle sighs. “Jisung…”

“It’s just a prop,” Jisung mutters. “But it didn’t feel like one.”

“It wasn’t,” Haechan says. His voice is surprisingly serious, grounding. “You put something real into it. That’s what made the scene work.” 

“But it still ended the same way,” Jisung replies. “Someone else walked off with the endin,g and I’m still sitting here like I don’t know what to do with myself.”

Chenle kicks at the gravel with his shoe. “You’re thinking too much again.”

“I know,” Jisung whispers. “I always do.”

Haechan moves closer, ruffling Jisung’s hair. “That candle didn’t go out on its own. Mark blew it out. There’s a difference.” Jisung blinks.

Chenle gestures with a tilt of his chin over to where you were helping the staff pack up equipment. “She’s not gone, Jisung. And you’re not invisible. You’re just…not the loudest. But you’re still the one she texts when it matters.”

“Every Monday,” Haechan adds with a smirk. “You don’t see her asking Jeno for ramen.”

That makes Jisung huff a laugh, barely there but real. “I didn’t expect it to end like this,” Jisung says after a while, eyes fixed on the candle. 

Chenle nudges him. “Endings always feel weird. Even the good ones.”

“I know,” Jisung replies. “It’s just…I thought helping would feel better than this.” His voice cracks a little. “I didn’t want anything in return, not really. But I didn’t think it’d feel like I was disposable.” 

Haechan tilts his head. “You weren’t. You were the safety net. That’s a heavy thing to be for someone.” 

“But she didn’t fall,” Jisung murmurs. “Not all the way. Not into me, not at first.” 

Chenle shrugs. “She didn’t need to. You caught her anyway.”

Jisung breathes in, slow and shaky. “It just…hurt, seeing the way she looked at him, the way Jeno-hyung looked at her. Like he still thought he had a chance.”

“But he didn’t,” Haechan assures. “Not really. She saw through it, eventually.”

Jisung traces the rim of the candle with his thumb. “Yeah, I know. I just think…for a while, I wasn’t sure if she ever really saw me.”

There’s a pause, then Chenle bumps him again. “She sees you now.”

That makes Jisung huff a laugh, barely there but real. He finally stands up from the swing. The candle’s still in his hand, but he doesn’t clutch it as tightly anymore, just holds it gently, like a memory. The night air is crisp. He exhales, and his breath fogs in the cold, drifting into the dark like a ghost of something he’s ready to let go. 

Even after the cameras stop rolling, you and Jisung keep your Monday night tradition alive. It starts with a text the first week after wrap. 

[Jisung🐥 8:03PM]

editing day check-in?

[Y/N 8:04PM]

only if you bring snacks

Within half an hour, he’s at your apartment door with your favorite pastries and two cans of your favorite drink, grinning like it’s the highlight of his week. Which, for both of you, it is. 

Jisung still sends you Mystic Messenger memes. He sends one when you mention being halfway done editing the teaser video for their music video. He sends another when the team finalizes the color grading. He sends a particularly dramatic one when the teaser video drops, complete with screenshots of fan reactions he saw online. 

On nights like those, you invite him over to sit together on the couch, a soft blanket draped over both of you. You scroll through the comments of the music video while Jisung lazily plays with the drawstring of his hoodie. 

“I think they like it,” you murmur, eyes scanning the comments. 

“They love it,” Jisung corrects. “You made that.”

You glance over at him. “We did.”

His cheeks flush faintly, but he doesn’t look away. “Can I ask you something kind of dumb?” You nod, eyes still on your phone. “Do you think…if we met differently, I still would’ve found you?”

You smile. “Maybe. But I like that I met you on a Monday on the first day of middle school.” 

Your apartment is quiet the following Monday night, too quiet. The kind of stillness that only comes when something big is about to change. Outside, the city is restless, filled with lit windows, honking cars, and people moving without knowing they’re stepping into a night that means everything to you and Jisung. 

The final edit of the music video drops at midnight. You both know this, but neither of you says anything at first. He’s curled up on your couch, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands, eyes fixed on the TV where some unrelated show plays with the volume low. You’re beside him, laptop open, pretending to check timestamps for another project, but your heart isn’t in it. 

“You think it’ll do well?” Jisung asks suddenly. His voice is soft, almost too careful.

You look up from your screen. “I know it will. It’s honest, and that always connects.” He nods, but doesn’t look fully convinced. You scoot closer, your shoulder brushing his. “You didn’t just perform in that video, you told a story. People will feel it.”

He hesitates, then turns his head toward you. “You think they’ll know it was about you?”

That makes you smile, small and slow. “Maybe. But I think the people who matter already do.”

His face softens as midnight hits. You both glance at the screen as the notifications flood in. Comments, tweets, streaming links. It’s already in the trending category on YouTube, and Jisung’s name starts climbing real-time charts. Jisung stares at it for a beat too long, blinking like it’s not real. Then both your phones buzz. The Dream Brew Crew.

[Haechan☀️🧸 12:05AM]

you did it candle boy 🕯️

congrats 

[Chenle 12:06AM]

they’re crying fr lmao good job dude 

Jisung snorts, shaking his head. “They’re so annoying.”

You grin. “They’re proud of you.”

He tucks his phone away and leans into you, resting his head on your shoulder. “You stayed,” he whispers. 

You shift so your cheek rests against his hair. “I always would have.”

The night moves on around you, social media exploding with reactions, staff members texting their congrats, even the director sending a surprisingly heartfelt message about his growth. 

And then, you feel the vibration before you see it. Your phone lights up with a notification. It’s a Mystic Messenger meme, Jisung’s face in the place of Yoosung’s avatar. 

[Jisung🐥 12:15AM]

My route unlocked 💕🐥

You laugh, loud and real this time. “Really?” you say, showing him the screen. 

He looks up, eyes twinkling, and shrugs. “I had to make it official.”

You don’t need to reply. Instead, you reach for his hand, intertwining your fingers. The world is watching now, the video is out, and promotions are beginning. But here, on this couch, it’s still Monday night, and he’s still yours. 

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[livingdxadwriter]

A Love Game

DI!Single!Dad!Leon S. Kennedy X F!Teacher!Reader

Summary: You hear a glimpse of Leon's relationship with his daughter. And later he makes you a proposal you just can't refuse

Warnings: mild sexual content, still minors dni, brief phone sex, allusions to sex, Leon has a mouth on his as always, bit of soft!dom leon, mostly Leon being a soft dad on this one, foul language (as always), no use of y/n

WC: 3k

A/N: so I'm totally in love with this dynamic! And yalls support was insane. I literally wrote two separate drafts of a continuation of these two and whichever I finished first was gonna be posted, so the light smut one won bc I'm tired atm and didn't feel like sitting in front of my computer for 6 hours🙃 so this short part will have a second part to it with full spicy time. And another standalone part with these two (coffee and other things) having some more spicy time is also in the works, so stay tuned. Besitos <3

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Leon blinked slowly, his eyes now starting to grow sore from staring at the bright computer screen for so long. But he just hadn't had time to finish this stupid report. Sure, he has had two whole days to get it done, but with a tiny human clinging to his arm every waking minute, it was a bit more complicated than he thought. But he couldn't possibly ignore his little girl when he barely had the time to be with her without having to worry about stopping some mad scientist with too much time in their hands. He didn't mind though. His little girl was more important than anything else. 

Still, he took advantage of the little window of time he had now. He had given Isabella dinner a little over an hour ago. Then left her in the dining room to finish her homework. She had always been a smart girl, responsible with her homework, she never fussed when he asked her to do it, so it didn't worry him in the slightest to leave her to do her own thing. She tended to get distracted when he was around anyway. 

Though, maybe an hour had gone by when he heard tiny feet pad bare through the wood floors and he saw a mess of chocolate brown strands sticking from its bun peek above his computer screen. He slowly lowered the screen until it was almost shut and he was met with a pair of sapphire eyes that were a replica of his own. He raised an eyebrow at her. 

"Daddy." She took a step closer to him, her eyes big like she wanted to ask him something. 

Leon sat up fully, setting his laptop aside and nodded at her, giving her his full attention now. "What's up bee?" 

"Can I.. uhm.. I can play with your switch now?" She asked, dark lashes batting as she fiddled with her hands. As if she had to give him puppy dog eyes for him to say yes. He kept his face serious though. 

"You wanna play on my switch?" She nodded. He ran his fingers over his light stubble as if he was thinking real hard, he pursed his lips in thought. "I dunno hun, did you finish your homework?" 

"How did you know I had homework?" She asked with an adorable frown on her face, it took Leon all of his willpower not to break then. 

"Well I do now." He slipped a smile and she pouted. He couldn't help but chuckle at his little girl. He took her in his arms and sat her on his lap. "Well I knew before. Wanna know how?" 

Her head perked up. "How?" 

Leon leaned into her ear with a smile, "'Cause dads know everything about their little girls." He pressed a kiss to the side of her hair and set her back on her feet. "But yeah, Miss Pretty Teacher told me." 

"That's cheating!" She whipped her head around with a gasp and glared at him. He again couldn't hide his laugh. 

"Yeah alright, you caught me," he raised his hands up at her in surrender. "You can play on the switch for a bit. Do you remember how to turn it on?" 

Izzy proudly nodded and skipped over to the large TV hooked up to the living room. The TV had been on, nothing playing, but just on, since Leon had intended to play some white noise in the background but never actually loaded up anything. He switched to the right input as he watched Izzy turn on the Switch. It took her a second to remember how, but she was happily skipping back to the couch with the controllers as the loading screen came up before Leon could get up to help. He shook his head to himself, but he puffed out a breath when Izzy jumped on his lap, rather hard, the little girl giggling when he groaned. 

"Jesus Christ, when did you get so big?" He chuckled, fixing her on his lap so she wouldn't fall and watched as she scrolled through the games until she found Mario Kart. 

"I turned seven in October, remember?" She piped up, genuinely reminding him of such an important date, as if he would ever forget. He nodded. 

"I know, Izzy. I took you to Dave and Busters with Amara, remember?" 

"Oh. Yeah, you're right. That was fun. We should go again sometime! Please daddy?" She turned her head to look at him with this smile on her face and her big blue eyes. 

God, what did he ever do to deserve this kid? 

He pressed his lips to her forehead and nodded. 

"'Course. I'll talk to Amara's mom, okay?" 

He watched as Izzy excitedly nodded and cheered happily before she got lost in the game in front of her. He didn't mind her having screen time. It wasn't like she had an iPad glued to her face twenty-four-seven. He let her play once or twice a week, and maybe a third if he was feeling like playing with her. And she was more than happy to spend that time with her dad. 

Tonight he wasn't really feeling playing, so he watched her do her best. To her, she was the biggest winner there ever was, throwing turtle shells and bombs at practically nothing and hitting the wall with every curve, but she had fun with it, so he let her be, cheering her on whenever she finished a race, even if it was in ninth or eighth place. 

Maybe thirty minutes had passed when he felt his phone buzz beside him. He took his eyes away from the colorful screen to look at his phone. It lit up with a text, and his smile grew wide at the name. 

My pretty teacher. 

He grabbed his phone and quickly opened the conversation. You had been texting back and forth all day, for days now, after what he considered a perfect first date, but he just hadn't gotten around to match your schedule to plan another date. So you had resorted to texting and maybe calling once here and there. But God, he was really missing you right about now.

My pretty teacher: sorry, I went to dinner with my mom and sister. And I just got home. Hru? 

He bit his lip as he attempted to type into his phone one handed. 

Me: It's fine. I'm ok. With izzy. 

My pretty teacher: awww🥰 

Me: Can you call? I'm texting with one hand at the moment. 

You saw the message, and he could see the three text bubbles appear and disappear. Until they didn't come back. He mentally grimaced at himself, maybe the idea of talking to him while Isabella was there made you uncomfortable? Shit. He hadn't thought about that. Christ, he hadn't dated in so long he had forgotten that being a single dad wasn't exactly the biggest turn on. No matter how much one liked kids. 

His anxiety riddled brain stopped racing when he saw your contact name pop up on his screen as his phone started ringing. He grinned to himself. He glanced at Izzy— her full attention was still on her game, he shrugged and answered the call. He set his phone down, still having one ear bud in from when he was working on his laptop. 

"Hey Miss." He spoke first, his heart racing in his chest a bit. 

"Hi Leon." He could hear the smile in your voice. That shy smile he thought was the prettiest thing. 

"You busy?" He asked, still a bit worried he was interrupting you in the middle of something. Though the indistinct sound of TV playing in the background let him know that maybe you weren't that busy. 

"Not really. I got home a little bit ago so I was just about to run myself a bath." You answered, walking back and forth between your bedroom and the bathroom connected to it. "You?"

Leon tried his hardest not to think about your words too much. Not right now. 

"Nah. Just watching Izzy play on my switch. She's kicking ass in Mario Kart." He heard you blurt out a giggle, which made him chuckle, but what made him actually laugh was Izzy shooting him a frown over her shoulder. 

"Daddy, that's a no-no word." 

Leon snapped his head down at Izzy and he frowned, not sure if he heard her correctly, "What's that bee?" 

"I said that's a bad word."

"What is?" 

"Ass." 

Leon almost snorted at the way she said the word. With a frown and her lips pursed. He didn't care if she said bad words or not. He sure as hell said them all the time, but he encouraged her not to repeat what he said, in front of other people, at least. He narrowed his eyes at her. 

"So don't say it. I'm an adult. I can say them." When she kept looking at him, he placed a hand on top of her head and —gently— turned her head back towards the TV screen, despite her protest. "Keep playing your game, Isabella. Or you can't sit on my lap anymore." 

All Leon could hear was you attempting to muffle your laughter, but he could hear your giggles loud and clear. He only rolled his eyes, but he had a tiny smile of his own. 

"C'mon don't laugh, being a parent is hard. Are you the one teaching her this no-no bull— B.S?" He caught himself, closing his eyes when you laughed even more, now not even bothering to hide it. 

"I have to! I have a swear jar, I'm sorry. I gotta set an example." 

He actually laughed at this, remembering the mouth you had on you when he had you on his bed. 

"Yeah, well, you weren't so pure and innocent when you were screaming—" He caught himself again, his own eyes widening when he remembered Isabella was right there and he sighed out softly. "Give me an hour and I'll give you the answer you deserve, Miss." 

You stayed quiet for a second, not because he offended you, but because you needed a second to breathe and control the heat that flashed between your legs at his insinuation. You exhaled deeply before responding. 

"You're what again? Playing Switch with Izzy? 

Leon hummed in response. "She is. She's sitting on my lap so I'm being forced to watch." 

"I'm not forcing you!"

"On your game, Isabella. Stop listening to my conversation." 

"Does she have her own Switch or something?" You asked, now sitting on the edge of your bathtub as hot water poured from the faucet. 

"No. It's my Switch. But I leave it in the living room so she can play sometimes." He answered you with a shrug you obviously couldn't see. 

You chuckled softly, "How old are you again?" 

"Thirty-eight, but that's besides the point. I barely have time to use the thing. I mostly bought it for Izzy." He wasn't lying— entirely. He sometimes played, late at night by himself when he wanted to drown himself in a bottle of whiskey. He would choose to play a game to blow off steam instead of getting drunk with his little girl sleeping in the next room or passing out drunk at some shitty bar. 

"I'm very convinced by that." You snorted, making him sigh out at you.

"Hmph. Whatever. You wouldn't understand how cathartic throwing green turtle shells at tiny cars can be." 

"Oh I bet." 

"Daddy?" You heard Isabella's voice through the phone and your heart warmed.

Leon looked down at Izzy, "Yeah?" 

"Who are you talking to?" She asked with genuine curiosity, her very glorious race tournament now over and her attention was on him. 

He heard you go silent, most likely having heard the little girl and he sighed out, his eyes landing up on the ceiling for a second as he thought of his answer. 

"Just a friend, bee." He ultimately decided on that answer. It wasn't that he was ashamed of being with you, not at all, but Izzy was still young, and even he knew there had to be a proper introduction of you outside of your teacher role. He actually wanted to do this the right way.

"You fuck my brains out last week and I'm just a friend now?" He heard you comment in his ear and he groaned out. 

"C'mon, that's not fair." He leaned back into the couch, his forearm over his eyes now as he basically had two women all over him, pressing him with way too many questions for his liking. 

"I'm just giving you a hard time, Leon. I get it." There was humor in your voice, lightheartedness and even though he couldn't see you, he had a feeling you had that gentle smile on your lips. That eased the pressure on his chest. 

"Listen sweetheart, it's almost Izzy's bedtime," His eyes were on Izzy now, and with his eyes he was nudging at her to start wrapping up her game. She pouted, but didn't otherwise fuss. "Call you in an hour?" 

You both had this dumb, lovesick smile on your face, if only you could see the other.

"I'll be up."

The warm water, the foaming body wash and the intoxicating smell of your favorite candle had done wonders to relax you. When you left the bathtub you felt like a whole new person. Though there still this tug of butterflies in your stomach as you anxiously waited for Leon to call you. 

You sat on the edge of the tub, warm and fluffy robe wrapped around your naked body as you mindlessly scrolled through your social media for a little while before you decided to check out for the night. You nearly slipped right off the tile when your phone buzzed and you felt a cold shiver run down your spine. 

"Hey, sorry about, y’know, earlier. Izzy and I are like that." You smiled at the sound of Leon's voice, now a bit hushed but more relaxed and carefree, like he now could say whatever the fuck he wanted. 

"It's okay. It was cute, hearing how you talk to her. You're sweet." You smiled to yourself, and you could hear him breathe out a soft laugh, most likely a bit flustered by your words, but he otherwise didn't show it. "You put her to sleep though?" 

"Yeah, I stayed with her 'til she fell asleep. I'm in my bedroom now, about to take a shower." He said the words slowly, with purpose, like he wanted you to think about it like he had been thinking about you, taking that bath. "So, you take your bath yet?" 

"Yeah, it was nice. I definitely needed it. I could've used some company though." You bit your lip, testing his reaction. There was silence, then he hummed. 

"Yeah? That so?" Now it was your turn to hum in agreement, your legs instinctively closing as you tried to soothe the ache between your thighs. "I'm sure you could've. Would've been nice to have someone hold you, right? Have someone leave kisses on your wet skin, say how good you're doing while getting your pretty pussy fingered?" 

You couldn't hold back the moan that left your throat at his words, and your free hand instantly traveled down, stopping at your belly. 

"Oh, that's a sound I'll never get tired of hearing. Fuck, you're already moaning for me and I'm not even there to give you a reason." He exhaled out a chuckle, his hardening cock starting to press against his sweatpants. 

"Fuck, I really wish you were here." You sighed out, your hand itching closer towards your already wet cunt, but you knew it wasn't your touch you ached for. It was Leon's. 

"Yeah? Why's that?" 

You whined softly, your phone almost slipping off your grip as your head fell to the side. "Leon…" 

"Tell me." 

"Because… I really, really, need you to touch me, hold me, ugh— I just need you to fuck me, Leon." 

Leon clenched his fist as his side, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he listened to your desperate words, and the sound shot straight to his cock. Fuck, he'd be lying if he said he didn't need you, too. 

"Goddamn baby," He grunted softly, his hand now brushing the front of his sweats, where his cock strained against the material, and he tried to muffle the sound between his teeth, but you heard it anyway. "You have no fucking idea how much I've been wanting to ruin that pussy of yours again. It's actually driving me crazy." 

You shuddered, the ache between your legs starting to become unbearable. "I really want to see you too, baby." 

Leon closed his eyes, biting his lip raw as he thought fuck it. He could explain in the morning. 

"Fuck it, just fuck it. Wanna take the drive here? I swear I'll give you exactly what you need and it'll be so worth it." 

You'd like to think you were a rational person, you always thought things through twice, three times if necessary. You didn't take risks, much less acted in a way that could be considered immoral, but for Leon? Fuck, for that man you would become the biggest whore in this world if it meant he would take you just one more time. 

"Be there in thirty." 

Fuck it. 

Sneak peek of A Love Game Part II, coming soon

His lips were hard on your own, messy on your jaw, like he didn't know which part he wanted to kiss more. Your fingers were entangled in his perfectly soft honey brown strands, already melting under his touch. His hand came up under your jaw to grip your face in place, long fingers sprawled out over your neck. He pulled you back by your face and his eyes were hard on you, with this mixture of authority and utter need to fuck you. He could be both. 

"This is how this is gonna be. I'm going to throw you on that bed and fuck you the way you deserve. But I better not hear a single fucking sound leave those pretty lips of yours. Not tonight. Got it?"

Stay tuned for upcoming parts lovelies. Besitos<3

[sweetiepoison]

Famous Baby (Social Media Blurb)

It all started with posts you added to your instagram story. Your fans immediately began flooding your dms with questions about why you’re in Toronto.

You of course have friends that live in the city but since speculation has begun about you and a certain NHL player, it’s hard to believe you’re there just visiting friends.

Some news outlets started reporting that you were in Toronto with Shawn, “rekindling�� your relationship. They used the fact that you went to his show months before and pictures taken of the two of you at the Drew House party.

You post two more pictures to your insta story during the leafs game which had everyone going crazy.

Fan#1: (y/n) really said let me make it clear who my man is

Fan#2: No fr, the Matthews jersey in the second pic she posted like girl….you aren’t being subtle

Fan#3: (y/n) as a wag is what 2024 needed

-> Fan#4: Can you imagine being a wag for the leafs and now (y/f/n) (y/l/n) is also one and you get to hang out with her!

->Fan#5: She would be the ultimate wag!

Fan#6: Steph Marner posted a picture of the game to her insta story and she tagged (y/n)

->Fan#7: STOP! Mitch and Auston are best friends and now we’ll get (y/n) and Steph as best friends!

Fan#8: apparently some fans went up to her during the game and she was super sweet and took pictures

->Hater#1: people were saying she wasn’t wearing his jersey like that’s so unsupportive

->Fan#9: She doesn’t need to wear his jersey to be supportive like gtfo 😤

@yourusername: Lover girl 💙🤍

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Fan#1: I know ya’ll also saw Auston’s post 👀

->Fan#2: They aren’t even trying to hide it

->Fan#3: fr the matching captions, the hearts being the leafs colors…might as well just tell us

Fan#4: I’m so happy that she’s happy!

Fan#5: I know that tattooed arm!!

Mitchmarner: Just move here already

->yourusername: Can I stay at your place?

->Mitchmarner: yeah you can sleep between Steph and I

->stephmarner: she’s actually taking your spot in our bed 🤷‍♀️

-> yourusername: say less…bags are packed

Fan#6: NOOO!!! It should be you and Harry!! If you ever loved him you would get back together

->Fan#7: Can people move on and accept reality like it’s so weird

->Fan#8: I loved her and Harry, but obviously it wasn’t meant to be and we can’t bash her for moving on with her life

Yourbff#1: It’s giving soft launch

Youbff#2: It’s giving my man my man my man

->yourusername: You two will always be my #1’s no matter what 💖

@AustonMatthews: Lover boy 😮‍💨

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Fan#1: Alexa play that should be me

->Fan#2: Idk who I want to be more Auston or (y/n)

->Fan#3: No bc you are so real for that

Fan#4: It has to be (y/n), she’s worn those sweats before during tour rehearsals

Fan#6: oh he’s down bad for her

->Morganrielly: horrendously bad

Mitchmarner: World’s biggest simp

->Fan#7: the confirmation we’re getting from all their friends in the comments is crazy 🤯

->Fan#8: no literally there was probably a pr meeting they were supposed to attend and obviously no one showed up 💀😭

Hater#1: this is gonna be terrible for his game, she’s just gonna be a distraction

->Fan#9: she literally has a whole life and career outside of him. Like she doesn’t even have the time to be a distraction

->Fan#10: she’s the best distraction to have

->Fan#11: tell me your a hater and desperate without telling me your a hater

Fan#12: Kinda random, but I love that their styles compliment each other

->Fan#13: I was thinking the same thing! I love the lowkey matching

Fan#14: I love that (y/n) was trying to be subtle and Auston was like “no I’m showing off my girl”

Fan#15: hand her back to @harrystyles

Multi-Grammy winning pop star, (y/f/n) (y/l/n) and NHL superstar, Auston Matthews have fans speculating (and fangirling) about a possible romance between the two. While we haven’t seen a picture of the two together, back and forth posts across social media platforms have fans suspecting there might be something more than friendship there.

It’s believed the two met through mutual friend, Justin Bieber. And while we don’t know exactly when it’s clear they started becoming closer at the beginning of this year, starting with the NHL all star games. (Y/n) attended the weekend in Toronto with friends to support Bieber who was a celebrity captain alongside Matthews.

The 7 Rings singer who has been on her world tour since the summer took a break before going overseas and seems to have spent a majority of that break in Toronto.

(Y/n) posted on her instagram story at a Toronto Maple Leafs game this past weekend as they took on the Edmonton Oilers at Scotiabank arena. One post in particular caught fans eyes. At first glance it’s simple enough, a glass of wine at the game, but fans focused on the fact that also featured in the picture was a fan in front of her with a Matthews jersey on, possible a tribute to her new relationship.

When asked about (y/l/n)’s attendance following his 2 point game, Mathew’s gave up very little info. “Yeah she decided to come to a game, but so did a few thousand other people.” Auston continued, “She’s an extremely popular celebrity who is insanely talented so I’m not surprised she received a lot of attention.”

He shut down further conversation about the pair’s relationship status by saying, “I’m not going to talk about my personal life. I know what you want me to say, but it’s not my place to speak for or about her without her permission.” When asked by another reporter if (y/l/n) reached out to him about his goals or the teams win he responded, “And that’s gonna wrap it up here” ending the press conference altogether.

Later in the week the two posted to Instagram within hours of each other and fans pointed out that many of the pictures are similar. (Y/n)’s post included a boat ride featuring the Toronto skyline. Auston was a little bit more bold as his post also included a boat ride with the Toronto skyline and kissing girl but her face can’t be seen. They also had similar captions with (y/n)’s being “lover girl” and Auston’s being “lover boy”.

While they are giving away very little, we along with the rest of the world are excited about this possibly new couple.

[insomniakisses]

Mixed Arsenal x Buff!Alpha Reader HCs

Alphas - Buff / Gentle Giant R, Beth, Caitlin, Steph, Lotte

Omegas - Leah, Lia, Viv, Katie, Alessia, Kyra

When she first joined arsenal everyone assumed shed be a rough, tough mean alpha.

Her appearance gave that off and they just figures her quietness was rudeness.

The alpha’s would shove and push at her because shes strong, she can take it.

The omegas kept their distance because they didn’t want some mean alpha touching them. Even katie stayed away because she didn’t want R.

It took beth and cait being particularly rough for things to change.

R having been pushed hard to the floor and she just whimpered eyes watery as she curled into herself.

Beth and Cait immediately felt bad but were so confused because why is this buff nearly 6 foot alpha whimpering from a light shove?

All it took was a “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt me” for them to immediately understand

The omegas rushed over and u were hugged better, head in Vivs neck as she rocked u a little.

It was a little awkward with ur big body and her smaller one but she made it work.

After the incident they were a lot gentler with you, only rough housing when it was initiated by you and the omegas let you close to them.

They found your large muscles arms wrapped round them mind numbing.

You may be strong and big but your hold on them was always soft and gentle, though they felt so protected.

Having the omegas in her arms calms Buff!R soooo much.

- ANATOMY -

Shes definitely 8-9 Inches, 1.5-2 inches thick with such a pretty blush tip. Her cock has a thick vien underneath and shes un-cut.

She has one ball that hangs a little lower than the other and they’re full and round.

She keeps well trimmed and has a pretty thick and full happy trail tho she shaves it down.

She def shaves a cute heart or star there sometimes.

Shes POTENT. One or two drops = Pups

- SEX HCs BELLOW -

ALOT of ridding.

R just loves gentle riding, holding the girls hips and guiding them on her cock.

Shes all low groans and soft gasps as she watches her omegas bounce in her big cock loving how she stretches out their pretty pussy’s and how they make a mess on her cock.

She has terrible pull out game, like non existent.

In ruts is when she comes into her own pinning her small omegas and pounding away hard and fast.

Size kink go brrrrrrrrr

She doesn’t really get with the alphas tbh. Its inky in couple settings like with lessi and leah, cait and katie or viv and beth.

Its rare even then someone’s going to fuck her ass.

The first one to do it was Beth.

It took getting R pussy drunk and balls deep in vivi but beth managed it rubbing her hands up and down Rs back and hips placing kisses as Rs mouth latched onto Vivs neck her hips softly thrusting into Vivs pussy ready to give her a biggg load.

The second she felt beth by her ass she froze and her eyes widened but a whimper from viv and her legs locking around her kept R in place.

Beth was gentle when fucking into Rs ass knowing she was her first and she kept teasing to a minimum.

Very soft moment. The only jokes were about how much cum poor vivi was getting, the girl having JUST come off Birth control there was a very high likely R gave her a pup.

Beths constant teases of “Trying to get my wife pregnant huh baby?” And Vivs whines and she rubbed at her own clit cheeks flushed as she begged for more cum.

Ofc beth was also filling R up and kissing her neck and back.

The 3 were very much bonded when at training the next day and EVERYBODY could tell with how viv insisted R carried her or how R seemed to craze Beths attention and approval.

Though R isn’t against some alpha-alpha action shes still Alpha enough to get aggressive and snappy when her alphahood is questioned.

It was another Beth and Viv night when this was really shown.

Beth wanted to test how far R was comfortable going and tied her up making her watch as she fucked viv. It hadn’t been many nights since they all first lay together so if viv was pregnant they wouldn’t have knows, at least anyone but the sire and Viv.

Beth spent the night taunting a caged R telling her who vivs REAL alpha was and who should fuck viv.

These comments passed with glares, annoyed huffs and maybe a growl or two if her tone was particularly patronising but it didn’t really come to head till viv was straddling R and pushing out all the cum into her lap.

A clear disrespect to R and she felt herself growing upset trying to communicate to beth silently too embarrassed in front of viv. But she kept going;

“See Y/N? Whos the true alpha huh? Say it tell me who-“

The second they locked eyes though beth saw the unshed tears, embarrassment and the flicker of uncomfortable shame.

Not wanting to hurt R more she made an excuse.

“Im tired, thats enough. Viv baby why don’t u go get a bath ready for us yeah?

The second Viv was gone R was uncaged and hugged.

The boundaries of what was okay and what was not now known and passed on to the rest of the pack a new sense of understanding formed.

Though R still has only been with beth out of the alphas in that way, the others could now do so without fear of going wrong.

- END NSFW -

The pack are still learning when it comes to buff R.

Theres still times her soft feelings vs her buff hard appearance.

Buff R still sometimes shuts down and hides away from them.

She gets embarrassed they might think she should just alpha up or be weak not this middle ground she has.

But they love her and she loves them so they will all figure it out in time.

[cigsand]

hey sweetie!! I saw request open and..

Megumi streamer x reader

STREAMER megumi x male reader

writer's note: I'm unsure whether this was platonic or not so I assumed this was platonic and my blog is all about writing male readers, if it's not then you can check my pinned post for more details on what I write :D either way thank you for this wonderful request anon<3

synopsis : after a long day of streaming, megumi spends the entire night watching movies with you.

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. a short one shot

“Yuji — I swear to-” Megumi takes his eyes off the monitor, glancing at his phone on his desk. It has been buzzing for quite some time now. “Megumi?” A voice rang from his headphones.

“Wait a second.” Megumi muttered, muting his microphone off in the stream. He picked up the phone, seeing messages from y/n — loads of them.

'are you donw streaming?'

'come over, i made some fpod'

'do u srsly not hear the notifications'

He chuckled at the last message, quickly responding to all of them before setting his phone down. “What are you laughing at, megumi?” Yuji's voice spoke up, making the black headed male freeze. He forgot to mute himself on discord.

“It's nothing, let's finish this round and call it a day aight?” Megumi said, speaking to his viewers also. He was one of the streamers who rose up to popularity quickly and it's all thanks to his friends — Yuji, nobara and satoru — he can't believe that old white haired dude who adopted him was in his late 25's considering he has white hair. He was the one who got him into streaming.

After finishing up, he quickly did his outro — thanking his viewers for watching him before ending the livestream. It wasn't a full time job he committed himself to, he had other businesses after getting endorsed by popular brands, and let's not forget about Satoru who showers him with all the money he can offer to his adopted son. But he does make a sum of money from doing gaming livestreams with his friends.

Megumi took off his headphones, standing up to stretch. He took his phone off his desk, checking if there were any new messages from y/n.

'gosh when are u gonna finish'

It was sent an hour and a half, making megumi sweatdropped. He hoped he wasn't angry at him.

'omw dummy'

'geez took u ling enough to reply'

seen

Megumi grins at the typos his friend made, chuckling to himself before going to his closet and taking out a pair of hoodie and a baggy black sweatpant.

A few minutes later, y/n hears a knock on the door to which he peeked out of the hole on door to see who it was. He perked up, opening the door. “Megumi!” He greeted the male with a hug before ushering him in.

“Took ya' long enough.” Y/n said, rolling his eyes as he grabbed a bowl of popcorn and some coke. “What can I say? I'm a busy man.” Megumi replied, shrugging as he sat down.

“It's movie night, right?” He tilted his head, asking the h/c headed male who responded; yes in return. Y/n placed the bowls on the coffee table before pulling out his remote controller. He threw it on megumi's lap who picked it up.

“You choose.” Y/n said, grabbing his bowl and began eating. Watching as the tv showed different kinds of movies to which megumi chose a kid's show; peppa pig.

Y/n deadpanned at him. “Seriously?”

“You said I get to choose.” Megumi grinned at him, slumping on the couch as they watched the opening of the show. He glances at him hesitantly before sighing. “Hey- I know I don't say this much but-” The words he was trying to find were caught in his throat.

“I- thanks for being my friend.” He mumbles, not daring to look at the other male's face as his face flushed with red from embarrassment. “t'is the only time I get to relax- when I'm with you, really. I appreciate you a lot.” His tense shoulders relaxed. “I mean it — thanks for supporting me throughout my journey.” He whispered, a soft smile creeping onto his face.

Y/n laughs lightly. “It's nothing, megumi. You're always welcome here kay?” He smiled at him, turning his attention back on the tv. Knowing it took a lot of courage for megumi to say that, he appreciated it — It's hard to find people who thank him for something he does for them and he was lucky enough to find a friend like him. It made him smile knowing someone appreciates him.

“If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm always here aight?” Y/n added, his tone softening into a whisper — enough for megumi to hear. “Yeah-.. yeah. Thanks y/n.”

[wrenhavenriver]

Top five moments in Dishonored!

limiting to base game dh1 or we'll be here all day

1 - okay obviously meeting the outsider is going to be on here, and there are so many little things about it that i love:

the "somewhere else..." loading screen and "something's not right..." objective update

"your life has taken a turn, has it not?" which i've ranted about before because it's just so good

"come find me" and the smirk, the mocking half bow and open hands

"in the days that follow, your trials will be great, corvo" because fuck, dude, they sure will be

"the heart of a living thing, molded by my hands" and the audacity of this man giving you your murdered lover's heart and voice to carry around in your pocket

"how you use what i have given you falls upon you" @/daud @/the players who use their powers to go on rampages in every level and then get mad when the game calls them out for it

"know that i will be watching with great interest" and that very intent eerie stare he levels on you as the scene fades out

honorable mention to the coldridge meeting from the trailer. "let's see...if we can do...better" lives in my head rent free. also the strange almost softness of "my mark. consider it...a gift."

2 - finding emily in mission 3! it's such a sweet moment, like, you know that trope where the world is in greyscale until something momentous happens and then suddenly things are in color? that's what this moment is, the color coming back to corvo's world.

3 - the betrayal:

the Five Second Foreshadowing of this line from piero if you go talk to him by his workshop before caving and heading upstairs

the very stark differences between the main trio in low vs. high chaos, martin in particular feels like a different character in each and it just adds to his overarching horrible existential unease, the way he slips in and out of roles/identities and never seems to like himself all that much no matter where he lands

the sideways perspective/camera angle the reveal plays out from after corvo finally collapses in a literal manifestation of how he's just had the rug pulled out from under him (and how it progresses to a 180 degree flip when he's drifting in the boat afterward, the world and everything else now literally upside down)

"here you are at last, in a ruined and drowning world. […] perhaps that’s just the nature of man. [...] strange how there’s always a little more innocence left to lose.”

4 - daud confrontation in the flooded district

"you're a mystery, and i can't allow that" and the callback in TKOD with "the outsider knows i cannot abide a mystery"

"i know your footsteps, corvo" do you now 🤨🤨🤨

daud kicking the rest of the whalers out in low chaos to talk to corvo alone

the fact that daud will specifically acknowledge a clean-hands!corvo: "the men you worked for asked you to kill for them, but you found some other way. you took a path i could have followed, but did not."

the absolute awestruck disbelief of "and you choose mercy. extraordinary." okay cool what if i chewed glass.

5 - "and decades hence, when your hair turns white and you pass from this world, empress emily--emily the wise, at the height of her power--will lay your body down within her mother's great tomb, because you were more to her than royal protector. farewell, corvo."

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i mean really what else could my commentary add to that

makes me tear up every single time 920839502583 playthroughs later

[l22na4]

( 🎩 🚂 🧪 ❄ ) for the restricted sections ask game :3

omg thank youuu so exited. okay so..

❝ 🎩 ❞ — the sorting hat

I was almost a gryffindor. practically begged mcgonagall if i could try again. i got terrified. how could i be a slytherin. it didn’t made any sense. i am a good person, right? though of it all as something bad. but that hat knew what he was doing. and when it said “good hearted. stubborn when needed”. it knew. It wasn’t cause i was cold, cruel or anything dark. it was for loyalty. my persistence. it was because my life was supposed to start there. i was supposed to meet pansy in that side table. i was supposed to meet that boy who I’ll load and will love for. it gave me a common room. a home. not only full of horrible human beings. not for the cunning or ambition, but for the opportunity that it gave me to found myself bloomed. even if unmindful amount of people say i didn’t belong there ( *cough* astoria *cough*) , i did more than ever.

❝🚂 ❞ — the hogwarts express

the hogwarts express; the smell of sugar and steam. sneacking Pipin (myyy little deer) aboard i believe is somehow always done. tucked into coat, cloak, anything to bring her by my side. she would rest her little head in my lap while the widows blurred past, or pressed her nose or her little hoofs on it (my babyyyy is too cute). one year, i lost pansy on the train after taking my first chocolate frogs at the trolley. ended up in a compartment where i met the best friend of my enemy who got my sweet treat onto his lap and screamed. like genuinely. blaise. and that’s how we met i suppose. that one was quite fun. secrets whispered under the whistle of the train. the between state before homeland.

❝ 🧪 ❞ — the amortentia

what would i smell..well. it wouldn’t be that overpowering scent making me gag. never that. an expensive cologne for a second. yet it would be quiet. but not that quiet. just a clean warmth. if snow was warm and would never melt. would be almost sweet that i couldn’t pinpoint. peppermint but in a cane way. if someone would smell me. fresh of a tiare flower after being hit by sunlight. candy canes stirred into milkshake. fresh made guimauve. sweet roses of course.

❝ ❄️ ❞ — yull ball

Oh. didn’t technically happened yet. because war came instead, and everything else had to pause. so fifth year. she doesn’t know yet but the stepped into her dress was about to be memorable. a dress made for me—more family than designer. a fabric looking almost like melted pearl. hair perfectly styled. laughers in the bathroom. curling iron in hands. walked down the stairs and someone looked at me like i was made of stardust. not from the one who were supposed to love me but from the very one that shouldn’t. the night was beautiful. full of laugh. snow falling inside the ballroom ceiling. when most had left, he came. the one who said i didn’t belong. the one whose eyes had been following me all night. the same draco who can’t seem to not argue, mock, smirked for a second. took my hand. danced until not an another soul than ours was left in that ballroom. like it wasn’t forbidden. when it was over, when the song ended, when the spell cracked. he gave me his blazer. tugged a pin from my hair and laughed in that way that’s secretly sad. we knew morning would come. and we’d pretend it hadn’t happened. we always did.

i loved doing that 🫧

°⋆.𐂂❄︎ ೃ࿔*:･

[phenomenalgirl9]

Comfort: Kwon Soonyoung x Reader

I'm ready to love, 내게 말해 줘

Can we stay together? Can we stay together?

Soonyoung has been very busy for the past few months and it’s nothing out of normal but you do feel lonely at times. So you have also been taking up more work load to kind of fill the void. You and him still text every moment of the day though. You were kind of shocked when you returned home to Soonyoung making Ramen for the two of you. “You’re home?” he said with the cutest smile and you wanted to squish his cheeks. “Hey, baby” you cooed at your boyfriend. “You go get freshen up and we can eat” he said and you nodded. The two of you finally sat down to have dinner together after a long time and like always conversation flowed like a river. “How was your day?” “Did your boss give you a hard time” “The weather is really getting cold” “Did you see that video I sent you”. Suddenly you remembered something and you told Soonyoung, “Soonie I won’t be there this weekend, we have a conference in Busan so I’ll be leaving on Friday and I’ll be back by Sunday evening” you said and Soonyoung’s face fell. “I-I thought we’d spend the weekend together” he said with a pout, “It’s okay work is important” he immediately said and stood up to clean the table and you helped him. You didn't think much of it. You had to do packing as you were leaving the next day. 

It was Saturday evening when Mingyu opened the door to a pouty Hoshi. “Hoshi hyung, are you okay?” Mingyu asked as Hoshi simply walked in and took a seat on his and Wonwoo’s couch. “Wait I’ll get Wonu hyung” Mingyu said and pulled the Game boi out of his den. “What happened Hoshiya?” He asked. “I brought drinks and snacks” he said and the three sat down with their glasses discussing their daily life and anything and everything in general. They were 3 pegs down when Mingyu realized that Hoshi is in fact very upset and he seemed to be lost in thoughts as Wonwoo told them about the new update in animal crossing. Wonwoo noticed it too, “Soonyoung-ah, are you okay?” he asked and the tiger boy started sniffing and tears started rolling down. “Y/n and I are drifting apart” he said, “Where is she? Weren’t you going to spend the weekend with her” Wonwoo asked, completely invested. “Yes, but-but she’s in Busan. What if she doesn’t love me anymore?” He cried into Mingyu’s shoulder. “Did she say something?” Wonwoo asked and Hoshi shook his head no. “Did she know your plan?” Mingyu asked and Hoshi again answered a no. “Then how could you come to this conclusion, dummy” Mingyu said and Hoshi sat there pouting. “When will she return?” Wonwoo asked, “Tomorrow evening” he said, “Then you talk to her when she returns” and the three decided to call it a night. Mingyu went on to cook something, as Wonwoo told him to call when he’s done, while Hoshi was lying down on the couch. 

It was around 8 and Seungcheol was about to call it a day and sleep early when he received a call. “What?” he said, “What do you mean you lost Hoshi!” he said and left his shared apartment, closing the door, leaving a very confused KKuma, waiting for him. “Should we call Y/n?” Seungkwan said and Wonwoo shook his head a No. “She’s out of town, let's call her when we’re sure we can’t find him anywhere” he suggested and the others agreed. “Why isn’t he picking up the calls!” Seungcheol said in frustration. 

You just returned to your room after the dinner and sat on your bed, ‘Mingyu calling…’ you looked at the time, it was past 10:30pm “Hello?” you answered the call and you heard his voice. “Umm.. Y/n, did Hoshi hyung contact you?” he asked and you said “No. Why?” you asked. “Um.. we were drinking and he was drunk, and we kinda might have lost him” Mingyu said and you stood up. “YOU LOST MY BOYFRIEND! Mingyu IT’S A HUMAN BEING, that TOO DRUNK!” you exclaimed, when your phone indicated another incoming call. “Wait a second Mingyu”. You received the call “Soonie?” you said and you heard his voice “Baby…. I-I’m so sorry….” You heard his voice which appeared to be a crying one. “Babe, where are you?” you asked. “…in the Busan station” he said. “You don’t move an inch, I’ll go find you” you said, and hung up. You immediately called back Mingyu “He’s here in Busan” you informed them as all of them sighed in relief. You took a cab and rushed into the station as soon as the car came to a halt. You found him sitting with his head down on a bench and you rushed and hugged him, he immediately hugged your waist. “Babe! I would have returned tomorrow, why did you rush in this situation and that too without telling anybody” You told him and he was mumbling something. You shot Mingyu a quick “found him” text. “Babe? Are you okay?” you asked as you watched him sitting silently with his head down. Suddenly he almost jumps you and hugs your bed and starts sniffing loudly. “Babe, why are you crying?” you asked and he started sobbing loudly. You know Hoshi gets emotional when he is drunk but this seems a bit different. “Please don’t leave me” he suddenly said and then you realized what Wonwoo meant by that text “He thinks you two are drifting apart”

“Babe, are you crazy? I’d never leave you” you said, bending down to his level and cupping his face. “I am so sorry that I didn’t realize that I was hurting you” you said and he shook his head vigorously “No. It’s not your fault! I’m so sorry” he said and hugged you again. 

That was when you realized, Hoshi always needed your comfort. It doesn’t matter who or what hurt him. Even if it’s you, he still needs to be comforted by YOU. 

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You laughed as Hoshi opened his eyes, groaned and shut them again. “Wake up tiger, we’re gonna spend the day together” you told him as you stood beside the bed where he was lying down. He immediately wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into him. “I missed you. I’m sorry” he murmured. “I love you too, my Horangi” you said and pecked his lips. “HORANGHAE!” he screamed and the two of you started laughing. 

All I wanna do is run away 'cause you are my escape,

Love has no limit 대답을 원해, hey

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started davg today! haven't made it very far but im enjoying it :>

commentary and screenshots below, including ~female presenting n*ps~ lol

spoilers, obviously

my girl fuckin blinked right as i took the shot cant believe this shit. get a load of her tits tho

im playing a female qunari rogue with the shadow dragon backstory. playing a they/them calls to me SO hard, and i will 100% be doing that in my second playthrough. i just already had an idea for this character and was gonna do it in dai but never got even close so! now shes a rook instead lmao

speaking of they/thems, i chose my first lavellan for the inquisitor and did a TERRIBLE job of making them in vg's character creation. someday ill redo them while having a dai screenshot as reference bc this feels like it doesnt look like them at all. mostly the eyes and cheekbones are super wrong, alas, i was getting impatient to actually start the game by this point, id already been in cc for a million years. i also couldnt find the option to choose their class so theyre listed as a hunter instead of the keepers first whoops

my first choice was to beat up a whole bar instead of talking things out :)

my second choice was smashing every pot i came into contact with

tevinter is absolutely gorgeous. im enjoying the wilderness and fade stuff that comes after too, but i hope it isnt too long before i get to see more big active cities. all the magic built into the architecture, sometimes in ways that feel so modern while still being medieval fantasy, is fascinating

a good boy.... best boy. so cute

mythal?

always love murals and statues and shit in these games. l o r e

im still struggling to get a hang of the controls--there are so many attack styles that i can barely keep it straight, before even getting into the abilities. i do enjoy this kind of combat a lot though. it reminds me of witcher 3 combat, which i really love, its just gonna be a hot minute before i'm no longer bumbling around like a dumbass lmao

the solarric really be solarricing dude love them sm. doomed yaoi... also there's already so much to pick apart with solas gosh. AND even tho ive only seen their outlines, ghilly and elgar look super cool. im looking forward to learning more about the connection with the darkspawn. have been curious about that since playing return to ostagar in origins and seeing what looked like a darkspawn-made altar to ghilan'nain

favourite status update ive gotten so far:

i'm digging neve the most. i feel like im betraying an old friend when i support her over harding but :( neve

also since im playing a female rook, the party feels SO "varric and the girlies" right now. ladies ladies ladies. full squad of women constantly since varric got stabbed (lets go doomed yaoi lets go). we love to see it. and theyre all so pretty ;w; harding sitting on the couch with her legs tucked up all cutely.... girl thats illegal. i wanna scoop her up into my strong arms

(theyre also cool characters, i just got distracted with queer thoughts sry)

had to stop right after the ogre fight. looking forward to whats coming up next!

[yuta-nakamots]

La La Love - P.Jisung (Teaser)

Pairing - Jisung x Visual Director!Female Reader, Jeno x Visual Director!Female Reader

Genre(s) - Fluff (Angst, friends to lovers included in full fic)

Warning(s) - cheating (Jeno), miscommunication, reader and Jeno and Jisung all kinda suck at communicating their feelings lol, one breakup, Jisung is a sadboi who just needs some love and care 

Summary - As a busy visual director, you’ve grown to rely on your Monday night check-ins with Jisung, a quiet friend who has been your gaming buddy for years. What starts as a casual chat about work soon deepens, and perhaps the bond you share turns into something more.

Teaser Word Count - 1.0k

Estimated Release Date - June 12, 2025

Author’s Note - The music video they’re filming is a compilation of the Dream-Verse chapters (1, 2, 3, 4)

Taglist - @k-vanity @cosyhomenet @neocity-net @k-films @dinonuguaegi @tinyzen @fancypeacepersona (send an ask or leave a comment if you’d like to be added!)

Written for the Dream Messenger Collab hosted by @nanasarea. Also part of my NCT Dream: Seven Days Collection. 

Now playing: La La Love - NCT Dream, Rainbow - NCT Dream, Life Is Still Going On - NCT Dream 

You’ve known Park Jisung since middle school, back when his legs were too long for his desk and he always smelled faintly of bubble gum and sheet music. You met in the computer lab after school, bonding over slow-loading RPG games and shared headphones. Even after becoming a trainee and setting his path to become an idol, while yours veered toward film school and production internships, the two of you kept in touch. 

Your chats were like save files you both returned to. Screenshots of weird cafés, game glitches, late-night existential memes. Especially on Mondays. Somewhere along the way, it became tradition to check in at the start of every week. Jisung called it your “Monday Login” as a reference to Mystic Messenger. He used to joke that he was your personal Yoosung. Loyal, sweet, sometimes a little too honest. You never disagreed. 

Which is why it’s not nerves that hit you the morning you walk into SM Entertainment’s main conference room for your first meeting with NCT Dream, it’s disbelief. All these years later, and now you’re officially assigned to help lead the visuals and creative production for their comeback music video. 

The scene of fresh coffee and whiteboard markers hung in the air as you stepped inside. The boys are already seated around the long table, easy and half-slouched in chairs, tossing jokes back and forth as the production crew passes out packets of information.

Jisung notices you first. His eyes are wide, and for a second, he’s thirteen again, long limbs and awkward surprise lighting up his face. Then he recovers, straightening with a quick grin that’s softer than the others’. “You made it,” he says under his breath as you take the seat next to him.

“Wouldn’t miss it,” you murmur, just loud enough for him to hear. His shoulders relax. 

It’s been years, but somehow he still sees you first. Even now, with both of your lives spiraling in different directions, his packed with rehearsals, yours with endless editing timelines, he still comes over to your apartment every few months without fail. No fanfare, no agenda, just Jisung, your couch, a mismatched set of chopsticks, and whatever game you’d left unfinished last time. It was quiet and rare, and you never once took it for granted. 

So seeing him here, in this setting, older, taller, sharper around the edges, but still Jisung, something in your chest folds inward, tender and familiar. You didn’t just get lucky being assigned to NCT Dream. It feels a little bit like the universe remembered, too. 

The members greet you warmly, curious and welcoming, but it’s Jeno who steps forward, hand outstretched. “Nice to meet you,” he says, voice smooth. “I trust we’ll be in good hands with you.”

You shake his hand. It’s brief and professional, but warm. 

The conversation quickly moves into logistics. Shot order, wardrobe coordination, and prop timing. You show them the initial storyboard, flipping through frames you helped draw yourself. You skim over the detailed panels outlining everything from a sunset car ride to a dream sequence and the quiet symbolism of a single, flickering candle. Mark nods thoughtfully, Renjun offers a few notes, and Jeno stays quiet and attentive until the discussion turns to the scene with a candle between Jisung, Haechan, and Jeno, the one where Jisung shields the candle from their advances. “That’s the scene with the candle, right?” Jeno asks, his voice cutting in gently. 

You nod. “Yeah. It’s meant to reflect loyalty, the kind that doesn’t ask to be seen, but stays. It connects everything.”

Mark leans over your shoulder, studying the pages with quiet focus. “The candle…how long does it show up for?”

“Most of the video. It’s passed around a bit,” you glance at Jisung. “But he’s the only one who holds onto it the whole time.”

There’s a short silence, thoughtful, as the group digests the weight of that. “It’s kind of poetic,” Chenle admits. “Like, everyone’s loud and chaotic, but Jisung’s the one who never lets go. He’s the only one savoring the moment.”

You nod. “Exactly. He protects it, even when it’s small, even when no one else notices.” You don’t miss the way Jeno looks over at Jisung, then just a brief glance at you, unreadable but lingering. 

Jisung looks over at you, something unreadable in his expression. “You always did like metaphors,” he mumbles. 

You flash him a quick smile. “And you always underestimated your screen presence.”

“Do I get to drive the vintage car?” Jaemin cuts in, raising a hand like he’s in class. 

“I originally planned for Haechan in the driver’s seat, but that can be changed,” you reply, laughter and shouts rippling through the room.

The group warms up to you quickly, easier than you expected. Maybe it’s because you’re good at what you do. Maybe it’s because Jisung looks at you like he already trusts you, like he’s known you for half your life. Because he has. 

As the meeting wraps, you gather your notes, slipping your storyboard back into your portfolio. You expect the group to disperse and get into hair, makeup, and wardrobe, but Jeno hangs around. “Hey,” catching your attention. “Do you mind if I get your number? In case anything comes up? Choreo tweaks, set requests, candle questions…”

You laugh. “Sure, strictly candle business, though.” You hand him your phone, and the others follow suit, your phone traded around like playing cards. Haechan insists you add emojis next to his name. Jaemin tells you to expect selfie spams, something about wanting female guidance. Jeno quietly types his in, then gives your phone to Jisung. He returns it to you with a barely-there smile. He didn’t need to give you his number. “Are we still good for Monday night check-ins?”

You grin. “Wasn’t planning on changing that.”

And just like that, your childhood friend becomes part of your adult life in a new way. He’s intertwined not just through texts and tradition, but through a project that might mean more than either of you expected.

[sencubussubs]

Let’s talk VISION BOARDS

hi lovelies <3

I am a little late to the start of the year but let’s talk VISION BOARDS!

oh my gosh i LOVE vision boards. Every. Single. Thing. i put on my vision board last year manifested - and boy i was NOT good at manifesting (i was overthinking, spiralling, constantly dipping out of believing in manifesting and myself.)

Low effort and loads of fun i absolutely recommend vision boards.

I mentioned in a previous post that part of how vision boards work is by familiarising your brain with seeing the people/places/objects etc on your vision board and partly with emotions! feeling like its all yours now.

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So, how can we put an effective vision board together?

Well first, what do you want your year to look like?

your vision board can be for any amount of time, but i think year long ones are most common <3 (it doesn’t mean the manifestations will take a whole year!)

You can start with a pen and paper (or notes app) and write down what you want the next year to look like:

It may help to have some headings to organise sections of life. for example:

Career

Relationships

Travel

Experiences/ events

Material Goods

Then you can find specific people/places/things you want to manifest such as a specific career, car or ipad. A specific type of love language e.t.c.

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Second lets get some useful apps:

- Pinterest (of course!)

- Picsart (or any photo collaging app or website)

(OR ALTERNATIVELY you can print out individual photos, cut, organise and glue down your photos on a piece of cardstock/paper or poster board- the world is your oyster baby!)

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Apps in tow we can move onto the Third step

finding good pictures!

In my vision board from 2023 i didn’t think too hard about pictures - i found pictures that represented what i wanted, i whacked em where i thought they looked good, printed that baby out and slapped it next too my desk where i looked at it all the time. Not purposefully because i took the time to, but rather just because i would automatically be pulled to look at the bright colours whenever i went to sit down at my desk (and when i would die in my games and need to look away from my screen :P ).

While deciding to do a vision board for 2024 -only during this process did i check my 2023 vision board and realise everything manifested- i watched lots of youtube videos from people whose vision boards were successful. it gave me motivation and enthusiasm to make my vision board and i learned a couple handy tricks along the way:

due to my copy and paste not working on tumblr for some reason, i am going to list the youtubers at the end rather than linking them.

- Using pictures from YOUR point of view

select pictures where it looks like you are already in it - e.g. wanting to read loads in 2024? pictures of someone (with your skin tone) reading with the book in their lap (example pics at the end)

You can also take this further and cut out your own face and put it over people in pictures - sounds silly but it worked for Tam Kaur! (check her out)

- Find pictures that truly invoke the emotions you want to feel

want to be given flowers? don’t settle for any picture of someone giving flowers, find the one that makes you feel the way you feel when you imagine it happening. The one that makes it feel real and heartwarming.

- Make sure you enjoy looking at the pictures/ layout you use!

you are gonna look at this and ingest it subconsciously all the time, so make sure it looks nice! Hopefully the emotions you feel from the pictures will already help this - but we wanna make sure the underlying subconscious message is “this is all already mine” not “oh god i hate this thing”

- Putting it somewhere you often look

if you’re like me, you might not have a manifestation routine and don’t want to consciously decide to spend five minutes staring at the vision board. I placed the vision board next to my desk and schedule, i looked at it every time i sat down - especially because i liked the photos so much it always caught my eye - and whenever i looked away from my screen. This allowed me to subconsciously familiarise myself with all the people/places/things on there! I also had a wallpaper on my phone with another small vision board so i looked at it even more often :)

- lastly, your vision board is yours - you don’t have to share

Honestly i truly believe in keeping my manifestations to myself till after they materialise in the 3D, mostly because of the stress of having other people think you’re crazy - i know that this is also my fault due to everyone is you pushed out, but i feel like for a lot of baby manifesters this is a familiar feeling. Manifestation is your own journey - do not let anyone take away your belief or chip at your self concept!

I am going to make a post soon about addressing people asking about manifestations! <3

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Final step: HAVE FUN

Enjoy the process and embody the version of yourself who is receiving all of this, It is done, this IS your 2024!

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the list:

Here are all the youtubers whose videos i watched while creating my vision board for 2024 <3

- Tam Kaur

- Anila Sita 101

- Hailey gamba

- The Gem Goddess

I hope this helped and enjoy making your vision board!

bye lovelies!

Seeing people’s successes really motivates me so i might also make a post on the things i successfully manifested in 2023 with my vision board <3

[elkkiel]

For the artist ask game 🖤

4, 23, and 34

hiiii cutie :3 nice to see you here

artist ask game

4: Piece you wish got more love?

I'm really lucky in that everyone is so so sweet over here, and shares a lot of love with fanart 🩷🩷

For tumblr:

Teefs — I really like how the white highlights turned out on this one!

IV cat rolling around all cute — Mostly because this one took for-fucking-ever to draw lol. The gif quality sucks and it's not very smooth but I think he's a cutie :3

On IG:

These stupid fucking birds — I spent 32 hours on this one over the course of a couple days straight of working, and I strained my wrist so bad I couldn't draw for like 2 weeks lol

23: How many art styles can you work in confidently?

If you give me time, I can work in a fuck load of different styles. I'm not very good with realism (I'm not really interested in it anyways) but if it's stylized I can almost definitely do it.

Design school has reeeeally helped a lot with this, since you need to be a lot more versatile with style in design compared to fine arts. Corporate Memphis bullshit, midcentury modern vectors, children's books, antique advertisement, you name it. Not to be cocky ofc, versatility is just a skill I'm really proud of. Maybe I'll share my portfolio here one day idk

I'm really not confident in my personal style at the moment, but I think that's a given lol

34: What's something you still like from your old art?

probably my line art! I exclusively do digital today, but I really enjoyed traditional inking when I first started out. Definitely looks like shit nowadays but like. I was in high school lol, it's always gonna be cringe as fuck to look back on your old work

Found a few samples of old art from my ig archive for you :0 First and second are from 2017, the third is from early 2019. Get a load of those weird ass cheek swirls and awkward turtle bean mouth thing lmaooooooooooooooooooooo oof

[yae-energy]

╰┈─✩ ˚ ‧ random thoughts : 2 ‧ ˚

✧˖° synopsis : more random hc’s cause why not (the manga is crushing my soul)

✧˖° cast and crew : yuta okkotsu, maki zenin

.ᐟ content warnings : cursing (cause when am i not)

⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ authors note : idk yall i just wanted to post 😭 i got at least 3 more ideas i wanna do.

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yuta <3

- really good at math for absolutely no reason at all, mental math specifically cause istg this man is like a fucking calculator

- was a nightcore kid (BADDDDDDDLYYY)

- used to be a really big harry potter fan for a while

- loves musicals. like, LOVES musicals

- will say a lot of stuff ironically to the point where it actually becomes unironic and it annoys everybody to hell and back. but he genuinely cannot stop 😭

- vocal stims with the most annoying tiktok audios

- loves carrots and hummus and doesn’t like celery

- he love’s halloween and always matches costumes with inumaki

- his biggest pet peeves are gum popping and squeaky noises. like he will genuinely get so pissed off if he hears either of those things

- is really good at board games & card games, like he’ll really whoop your ass in some uno tbh (which is why no one plays with him) and pls don’t let him get his hands on them draw 4’s or it’s absolutely over for everybody. (and it’s even worse if they’re playing train. like he loses friends afterwards)

*before each turn he’s like “😬 sorry guyssss” (he’s in fact, not sorry)

*also is unnecessarily good at monopoly, like he racks up all the properties so quickly and everyone always thinks he’s cheating

- has really bad eczema (mainly gets it on his neck and it’s reallyyyyyy bad in the winter)

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maki <3

- lactose (and still consumes dairy but like…at what cost girlie ☹️)

*also has horrible indigestion

- likes strawberries but hates strawberry flavored things. do NOT give her no strawberry flavored NOTHING or she will fight you

- is a sparkling water enjoyer (inumaki and panda clown her for this everyday and have been since they met her)

- doesn’t like bananas, she has a visceral HATRED for them i tell you. nobody knows why either but that’s just the way it is.

- COFFEE LOVERRRR (loads that shit up with creamer and sugar)

- loves doing crossword puzzles (and puzzles in general)

- really good at chess and ESPECIALLY checkers (she’s just really good at most games tbh, she doesn’t know how either)

- her glasses are always dirty LMAO (same girlie, same)

- really likes baseball, like really really likes it 😭

- adding onto the coffee one: she is an ice coffee FANN. everytime she’s mad one of the second years brings her an iced coffee and she’s completely ok again.

- she’s a dnd girlieeee !!! and she plays with yuta and inumaki when they all have time

- hates reading anything because she just doesn’t feel like it (and she’s impatient) so she gets yuta to read it for her 😭

- is one of those people where if you ask her to do something she’ll instantly say no but do it anyways 💀

- really good at mimicking people’s voices and copying signatures (like it’s actually terrifying)

⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ tags : @morosis-haze @jogeto @mypimpademia @zairene @planetlunaa @cosmiles @milesmolasses @chinieh @romiantic @stqrriichiigo

if you wish to be tagged in any future works, here’s my tag form to fill out <33

if you wish to submit a request, here’s my ask box :)

⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ closing notes : took wayyyyy longer than i needed to finish this ! (just the life of being an adhd girlie 😋‼️) but pt.2 to this will come out shortly

also notice how i cannot SHUT THE FUCKKK up about these two like they did NOT need to be this long, do i care though? not really !!

now i’m onto these fuck ass tags 🙄

anyhow, love y’all 🫶🏽

update as of posting : it did take me over a month to post this i won’t lie…mb 😭

- xoxo, yves <3

[rainbowcrowley]

for the good omens ask game— a lot since you said you’re traveling! 1, 3, 9, 11, 16, 19, 23, 24!

oh, what an honour to get an ask from op! :D thanks! strap yourselves in this is gonna be a looong one!

1. when did you first watch/discover good omens, and how did you find out about it?

i actually first heard about it after the first or second trailer for s1 dropped! idk how and when exactly that was (it's been a while) but i remember thinking 'oh i gotta watch this, it looks funny and has david tennant in it'. guess what. i didn't watch it until s2 came out and the entire internet was screaming about it. so i finally caved, asked for my friends amazon account (bc she had a prime account) and gave it a shot – the rest is history.

3. have you created any fanart or fanfiction, or really any content for the fandom?

i have created some gifs! you can find them here

9. have you seen any other work by david tennant and/or michael sheen?

oh yeah LOADS. i've been a fan of DT since i first watched doctor who back in 2011? or 2012? and i've seen the twilight saga films lots of times (aro was always a fave).

now, After-GO, i've seen/listened to a lot of davids stuff (like idk, 50 or 60%? which is a lot bc he has done soo much things) and i'm currently "working on" michaels filmography :) 'm watching masters of sex atm and i just bought tickets for the cinema run of Nye, since i wasn't able to see it in person when i was in london 2 weeks ago, sadly.

11. what is (if you read) your favourite type of human au for good omens? (ex. coffee shop au, surgeons au, plant store au

i adored almost every human au i've read so far!! but the two i'm obsessed with are that one actors au everyone and their mother knows and read (Slow Show on ao3, don't have a link rn sorryy) and the formula 1 au (idk how that happened, i don't even watch f1, it's just so good) i'm currently reading.

16. do you know anyone irl who has also watched good omens?

UHM YEAH but that's because i made them watch it lmao. a few of my close friends, that is. but besides them... nope.

19. have you ever read the crowley therapy fic (the most-read fic in the fandom)?

yep! i took me a while bc it was... A Lot but i finished it a few weeks ago. let's say it fucking destroyed me yup yup ✌🏻

23. what's a good omens headcanon that you considered canon?

idk if this is considered a headcanon but... they kissed in 1941. 100%.

24. what's a theory for season 3 that you NEED to be included?

hmm i'm not sure. like, i really like all those theories going around, but i'm traumatised by bbc sherlock so i'm trying not to get my hopes up lmao. again idk if that's considered a headcanon or theory, but i think we're likely gonna see (parts of) crowleys fall and i think it will also play a part in the plot. also: book of life shenanigans. and bamf aziraphale dismantling heaven (and hell). OH and a part 3 of 1941. (maybe a kiss...? 👉🏻👈🏻). yeah.

ask game for people in the good omens fandom!