#but also ??? if they just want to kill each other why would they stand there and talk about it first ???

[beabnormal24]

63 + carcar?

63. Everybody Knows/Mistaken for Couple 

Carlos has no idea who gave Lando the insane idea to move in the middle of February, but whoever it was it must’ve been someone who really hates people.

It’s so cold that Carlos swears he can’t feel the tip of his own fingers, even through his true leather, double layered, wool padded gloves that he spent at least 50 quids on and are not doing their job properly.

Carlos huffs in frustration and shivers just a tiny little bit under his coat, earning a pointed glare from Oscar beside him. “Could you stop it?”

Leave it to Oscar to be an asshole even in such a deadly situation like standing in the middle of London’s street in February.

“Could you be more sensitive?” Carlos bites back, “I am very cold.”

“I am very cold but I am not making such a fuss.” Oscar snaps. Truthfully, his hands are stuffed in his pockets just like Carlos’, but he is pretty sure they were not covered in gloves.

Oscar has a really white and delicate skin, so they’re probably already all red and covered in frostbites. Carlos does feel a little bad for him, but that doesn’t mean he’ll admit it to Oscar any time soon.

He rolls his eyes, instead, kicking a pebble in the middle of the sidewalk before it gets trapped in the soles of his boots. “I knew that going with Alex would’ve been more fun.” He mumbles, and he knows that he sounds a bit petulant, even childish, but-

Yeah, who cares, it’s Oscar anyway.

“Well, Alex isn’t here and someone had to buy this gift.” Oscar mutters something else under his breath, something that sounds very close to a dickhead, but Carlos is mature enough to pretend he didn’t hear that.

They walk a little bit more next to each other, scanning silently the windowed walls and the trinkets’ displays.

It is true that him and Oscar were the only two with a free Sunday morning to buy the housewarming gifts, but it is also true that they may be the worst ones to be assigned such a errand like buying a housewarming gift.

If it is a housewarming gift then shouldn’t they just buy a heater and be done with it?

Ah, Carlos sometimes wishes someone could laugh at the amazingly funny jokes that he thinks inside his head. He bets Oscar would appreciate them.

“Maybe a plant?” Oscar suggests, thumbing at the arrays of green displayed on their left.

Carlos snorts, “Lando is going to kill them in two days.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

Carlos looks around, furrowing his eyebrows, eyes scanning the electronics shop not too far away, the jewellery one, something that looks way too much like a sexy shop of some sorts, and then-

“Uh, what about that umbrella stand. It looks good.”

Oscar follows his gaze until his eyes fall on the slick black, clearly modernly design object, too. Surprisingly, he immediately hums in approval.

“And then we put a gag gift next to it?”

“Of course.”

"Should we take the black or the white one?"

Carlos pursues his lips, trying to remember the pictures Lando sent on their group chat, of an apartment that could've easily been straight out bought out of an IKEA magazine.

He shrugs, "White, I guess. It's a white kitchen."

"Yeah, but he's not going to put an umbrella stand in the kitchen is he?" Oscar comments dryly. "I think black it's better for the porch outside"

"Why did you ask me for my opinion if you completely ignore it?" Carlos says, feeling just a tad bit offended.

Thankfully, the welcomed warmth of the shop is able to mitigate most of it, and Carlos feels like nothing can bring down his good mood when he can finally feel his fingers come back to life, joints cracking like sandpaper as he curls them.

It's just his luck that the stark difference in temperature from the outside makes a pink hue appear on Oscar's freckled cheeks, making him look very very cute - well, admittedly, he would always be cute if he weren't such a pain in the ass.

"Because I wanted to pretend I value your opinion." Oscar says, rolling his eyes. "If it wasn't clear, I do not."

"Well, if you would only listen to me, you would realise that the walls of the porch are made with white stones, which means that the white stand is clearly the perfect choice." Carlos snaps back, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Mate, it's not a hospital, it's a house, it should have some contrast no?" Oscar says, mirroring his position.

They proceed with a glaring contest mixed with biting, pointed comments about which choice is better between the two, which furtherly proves why they shouldn't have been the only two going for this 'mission' that could as well become a battle with how hard they're fighting each other.

It only, finally, ends when there is a pair of delicate hands perching on their respective shoulders, and when Carlos lowers his gaze from holding Oscar's flaring one, it's to meet the gentle eyes of the elderly woman he is pretty sure was standing behind the counter just a minute ago.

"You two lovely boys, there is no need for such a love quarrell over an umbrella stand." She says gently, pinching Oscar's cheek when he goes to open his mouth in protest, effectively shutting him up.

Carlos, to his credit, is suddenly too stuck on the love quarrell part that seems to be resonating in his head like a badly played drum roll. The only thing that assures him he wasn't the only one to hear that, it's the way Oscar's cheeks have suddenly become even more pink.

"Come on, tell me what's the problem. Let's solve it." The woman says, patting Carlos' shoulder with a bit more fervor than she used to pinch Oscar's cheek. "You're such a good looking couple, don't fight for stupid things, mh?"

Neither of them corrects her.

Oscar, through a very awfully embarrassed stutter, explains the indecision. The woman solves it in under thirty seconds by suggesting they just take the silver one she has in the back of the store, finally settling the argument without even letting them talk one single second more.

"It was this bad with my husband, too, when we first moved in together." She says, jostling the umbrella stand over her counter with much more strength than what her small frame would let on. "But you look like a very beautiful couple, and there is always love even while fighting. I am sure you will last as long as me and my husband did." she adds raising her hand to show the still glinting golden band on her ring finger.

Oscar is stuck as rigid as a tree next to him, so Carlos decides that it must be his job to take the gift and thank the woman generously, accepting the compliments she keeps sending their way as he drags Oscar out of the shop from the elbow.

"Uh, I-" Oscar mutters, not very talkative of him, as soon as they're away from the front window.

"Oscar," Carlos says, slowly, watching as Oscar blinks at him with wide eyes and a pair of red cheeks, even more flushed than before. Something tells Carlos it's not about the temperature, maybe because he personally doesn't feel as cold as before - maybe it's the sudden warmth in his chest. "Are your hands still cold?"

Oscar swallows, looking down at the purplish colour on his knuckles, "Uh, a bit." he admits.

"Okay," Carlos says and before he can think about it more than two seconds, he takes Oscar's hand in his, interlacing their fingers.

Oscar stares at him with wide eyes and a half agape mouth but, surprisingly, he doesn't protest. Rather, his confusion only lasts a moment longer before he is squeezing Carlos' hand back, smiling in what Carlos could even define as shyness.

"Do you want to have lunch before we head to Lando's?" Carlos suggests, completely ignoring the way his heart seems to be doing sudden sommersaults in his ribcage.

Oscar's smile, if possible, becomes even brighter. "Yeah, let's do that."

[xaviesstarlight]

Cold Hands

Synopsis: You come home on a cold day to find Caleb waiting for you at your apartment. He is not happy about you working out in the cold. SFW fluff

Winter is not your friend. You much prefer warm summer days with the chance of getting a sunburn over the chilling brutality of below-freezing temperatures. Layers of clothes can restrict your movements when hunting wanderers, so it is unsafe for you to dress properly in this weather. You go out into each mission with the chance of catching a cold or getting frostbite, but this is the job you signed up for. You knew going in that being a hunter is not for the weak. That is why after a long day of killing wanderers you rush back to your apartment the moment you clock out, shivering due to being chilled to the bone, to find your boyfriend Caleb asleep on your couch. 

You didn’t expect to see Caleb there. He told you on the phone the night before that he would be super busy at work the next few days, so communication between the two of you would be difficult. You scoff. That was all a lie for the surprise right in front of you. You suddenly feel mischievous, wanting to get back at your boyfriend for daring to lie to you no matter the reason. You slowly pull off your thin gloves, your fingers ice cold from being out in this weather, and hold your fingers against the sensitive skin on Caleb’s neck. Caleb jolts awake, grabbing your hand and pulling you onto his lap.

“Well, well, well,” Caleb says as he grips your waist tightly, his other hand enclosing the one you used to shock him. “I come to visit, and the moment I let my guard down someone decides to attack me.” Caleb clicks his tongue. “What should I do to avenge myself?”

You muse. “You could help yourself to my fridge and cook us a warm meal.” 

“Oh, but that benefits you more than me. I am afraid my little Pipsqueak is just using me for her own selfish gain.” He brings your hand to his lips before his eyes widen at its touch. He quickly studies your hand and grabs the other one. Your fingers are red and freezing cold. You don’t have any decent winter gloves to use when hunting that are both warm and easy to use a gun while wearing. Your bones ache as if your fingers are ready to fall off. 

“Pipsqueak,” Caleb breathes before meeting your gaze. “Why are your hands so cold? Don’t tell me you’ve been out all day like this.” Caleb envelops your hands with his own and begins to breathe on them, the heat of his breath easing your ache. 

“I just need some new gloves and haven’t had time to buy any,” you say. You stand up to take off your jacket. You don’t like the idea of Caleb worrying about you. If he believes you are in danger in any way, he may take drastic action to keep you safe. You trust Caleb with your life, but you are not ignorant to the fact that he can be possessive of you. 

“I think you need more than new gloves,” Caleb says as he touches your arm. Your skin is reddish from the windchill. “MC, this isn’t safe. The Association should not have you working in these conditions.” He stands up and takes your face in his hands. “You can get seriously sick like this.” 

You gaze into Caleb’s narrowed violet eyes. The color turns as cold as the temperature outside. He is serious, and you admit to yourself that you have no argument against what he is saying. You agree that missions during the winter aren’t the safest, but it has to be done by someone. 

“How about this? I’m off tomorrow, so we can go shopping to find warmer gloves and a better jacket. Also, spring will be here soon, so this won’t be a problem for much longer.”

A darkness flashes in Caleb’s expression for just a moment, so quickly that you question if it was just your imagination. He huffs. “Fine.” Caleb doesn’t share what he really wants to say, and you don’t push him. He is trying to give you the autonomy you asked for since reuniting in Skyhaven, and you are not one to complain about that. 

“Thank you.”

Caleb nods, letting go of your face. “Go get a hot shower, and change into your warmest pajamas. I’ll cook dinner.” 

You give Caleb a peck on the cheek. “I love you.” You run to the bathroom before he can respond. 

After dinner, the two of you lie in bed. You are wrapped in your plushiest blanket with your head resting on Caleb’s chest. He tells you stories of what all happened recently in Skyhaven as you nestle closer to his body to take in all his warmth. 

“Caleb? Will you always be here to keep me warm?”

“Of course, Pipsqueak,” he replies. “As long as you’re willing to have me, I will always be by your side. You can rely on me.” Caleb kisses your hand. His breath lingers on your fingers. To you, Caleb is the epitome of summer. He is your sun who shields you from the bitter cold, the source of all your joy. There is nowhere you would rather be than in his arms on this cold winter night.

[writing-whump]

Overstepping

Isaiah and Kieran meet for the first time. Not a friendly exchange.

After a very long time, Isaiah was having a good day.

The cold and fever finally shaken off, he was making the most of the semester holidays to throw himself into some work. Some important strategic visits and dinners with district sherifs, the prosecutor and law departments specialising in wolves and beyond...right after he had steaks with the Big Three and five biggest packs after them...yeah, at this pace, he would have the first 10 to 15 most prominent packs down at the end of the month.

It surprised him how much he actually enjoyed doing this. The socialising, the exchange of ideas, the way he could see the wolves reacting to him and taking him seriously.

He felt a lot better about it. Now that he knew he wouldn't have to kill anyone he didn't want to, that there was no father and no Levi to hover above his shoulder and criticise how he was doing things, he felt much more freedom.

Funny as it was, cause nothing on the outside actually changed. Isaiah just...made up his mind. Figured out he didn't have to have it figured out to move forward.

He could just do what he felt was right.

Why was that such a shocking discovery? What brought on the change?

He knew he started to spread his webs because he wanted to help Shawn, but now that he decided to do it, it felt so smooth. Like he really was meant to be good at this.

Not that it was easy. His psychology studies and his small pack perplexed people as did his years long inactivity.

Not to mention Hector and his little pack. When people weren't asking him to rain him down like he was a horse Isaiah had control over they were suspecting whatever Isaiah did was for Hector's sake.

That was his main challange right now. To make people believe whatever decision he made was for the best of the city and not his little brothers.

He would also need to explain that to Hector because Isaiah felt a bit guilty. Eventually, there would be a situation where their interests would stand against each other, there was no way around it. How they were going to survive that, how Isaiah could be a neutral authority and a good older brother, he didn't know yet.

He also didn't feel like he particularly cared at the moment. It was likely temporary but all he currently felt when he thought of Hector was venom. Haven't Isaiah done enough? What bussiness did Hector have to demand anything?

It insulted him even more whenever someone suggested that Isaiah might take Hector's side in pack conflicts. No sir, he would definitely not. Maybe even take the side against him out of very biased reasons.

Yeah, he better not handle anything with Hector right at the moment. Until he got over this.

Something about their last conversation just...lit him up inside. His shadow felt wilder, bolder and more confident than it felt in a long time. Isaiah never had control issues, but his shadow felt so free and overjoyed.

Goddamit, did it always feel so good to just act on what you felt like?

Isaiah took the stairs to their place, whistling to himself. It was cold outside but he took only a black coat over the suit. He felt good about himself today. Finally back in shape.

His good mood fell, when he opened the door to voices in the living room.

Laughter. That was Seline and the other was...unknown.

Isaiah blinked, shutting the door. Okay, no panic. If something was wrong, there would be different sounds.

Putting his coat and shoes away with careful grace, he tried to pick up on the scattered bits of conversation.

When he walked in he was greeted with an absurd image.

Seline was on the couch, one leg thrown over the other, an open blinding smile on her face. She still had her work clothes on from her university work, a fitting button up and snuggly jeans.

A stranger was right next to her, his closeness balancing between polite and inappropriate territory. Curly black hair, muscly built, skin sun-kissed in a warm tone that was unusual for mid-Febraury cold.

He was built well, broad shoulders, a tight white shirt showing off how ripped the guy was.

And his arm was resting at the top of the couch, making a curve around where Seline was sitting.

Just a few centimeters away from touching her.

Isaiah saw red for a second. He took a deep breath though and smiled, years and years of patience kicking in. Why the sight made his adrenaline calmness settle over him, he wasn't sure.

"Hello there. Are we having a guest over?"

Seline turned to him, not even a shadow of concern on her face. "Isaiah, hey! This is the neighbor that right under us. You know, the one who helped me up the stairs when I had a fever?"

Kieran looked at Isaiah expectantly, meeting his eyes.

That was a polite thing to do for humans, and something very impolite for anyone who understood wolves.

Isaiah could stand an innocent human look. And Kieran was a human, even if his scent was familiar.

But the way the man immediately scanned him up and down, showing his teeth as he smiled at him felt...purposeful. Aware.

"Nice to finally meet you. My name is-"

"Kieran Gray," Isaiah interjected, "Oscar Gray's younger brother."

Kieran frowned a little, but the grin held on. "Ah. You heard of me?"

I fucking allowed you to live here, you little jerk. And don't act like you don't know what you are doing.

"The only human son of the Gray wolf leader," Isaiah continued as if Kieran said nothing. If Seline believed this guy didn't know how to act around wolves, that any challange in his movements was on accident, he wanted to clear that up.

Kieran's expression didn't change, but the frown smoothed over. Something flashed in his eyes at the word 'human'. Good.

"Oh, I had no idea," Seline said, throwing her hair back. "You must have lot of experience with wolves then."

"Way too much," Kieran said with a chuckle. "What can I do. I get the best of both worlds."

"His brother is an influential lawyer. Lots of experience with the court system in Austria," Isaiah said.

"And he is a wolf? That's an amazing feat," Seline said, which was not the reaction Isaiah hoped for. "You must be very proud of him."

Kieran rolled his eyes, shoulders relaxing. That was he was moving even closer to her.

Isaiah couldn't keep his eyes from that offending arm so close to Seline's shoulder, almost touching the gold of her hair.

His brain was flashing him tasty visions of tearing that hand right off. It helped him keep up his smile.

"Ah you know wolves. They get a medal when they keep themselves from tearing out someone's throat." Kieran's eyes narrowed. "They are so cool and strong, but we admire them most for managing to copy us."

Seline looked very interested at the statement, leaning back at the couch.

Isaiah stepped closer, thinking of 100 excuses of how he could get her out of his proximity. Something about the way he said that last thing...what he said even, seemed like a challange.

"Oh? You and your brother don't get along?" Isaiah said nonchalantly.

Kieran's jaw tightened, before he showed his teeth again. "Something like that. He has a stick up his ass and controls himself all day instead of letting his shadow lose. It's a torturous existence."

You sure have a wolf mannerism for loathing wolves so much.

"That's too bad then," Isaiah said, leaning against the wall separating the entry hall and the living room. His shadow was licking at his ears to be let out. Why the hell was he so bloodthirsty around this guy?

Seline looked from one to the other, finally picking up on the tension.

"Not at all. It comes with being brothers." He titled his head to the side. "You remind me of him."

It was Isaiah's turn to narrow his eyes as he met the challenging stare. It was interesting. Since Arnie's birth, Isaiah always felt like shielding humans around wolves.

He felt no such inkling for Kieran.

"You came over for coffee?" Isaiah said looking at the empty cup on the table. "Since it's all finished, maybe it's time for you to go? We have some work left."

Seline let out a shocked gasp.

Kieran's eyebrows jumped up, but he grinned again, getting up. "But of course. I wouldn't want to overstay my welcome."

"Kieran, there is no need-" Seline looked perplexed, looking at Isaiah questioningly. "Isaiah?"

"That's a good idea," Isaiah said coldly, "let me see your off."

To Isaiah's frustration, Kieran looked more amused than surprised or upset. He had no coat, coming to them wearing slippers and that short-sleeved shirt.

With a last wink towards Seline he said goodbye.

Isaiah followed him outside, fuming quietly.

The second the door behind them was closed, Kieran turned around. Too quickly for someone who should know better.

Isaiah grabbed him by the arm, twisted it and slammed him against the wall next to the door to make no sound.

"Oh," Kieran yelped, and then laughed. "I thought it would be harder to rile up an Executioner. But you are ready for action."

Isaiah growled into his ear. Somewhere at the back of his head knew he was being a bit excessive. But he was willing to risk it with the guy. "What do you think you are doing? Stepping into the wasp's nest, are we?"

"Is this your temper behind closed doors? I heard you had such a stellar control, only rivaled by my brother. Is it me...or maybe the girl?"

This time Isaiah couldn't make a sound over the growling.

"Alright, man, calm down," Kieran said, no trace of fear in his voice or desire of said emotion in his voice.

Was it excitement Isaiah was hearing? Jesus christ.

"You think it's a good idea to walk into my house like that? To challenge me? I can't believe you," Isaiah said, voice lowering in anger.

"I guess they didn't teach me any better. Are you gonna?"

Isaiah let him go in disgust. "You have a death wish."

Kieran looked smug as he turned, but moved more slowly this time, rubbing his shoulder. "Don't be so dramatic. I'm just a little curious."

The curly man stepped closer to Isaiah, dark eyes sparkling. They were almost the same height.

"You made a deal with my brother to have me live here," Kieran said, the humor disappearing. "Call me noisy, but what exactly could an Executioner with only a bar exam to go want with my lawyer of a brother? What is the deal here?"

Isaiah mirrored the movement, taking a step closer too. "I thought you didn't like each other."

Kieran's eyebrow twitched. "Doesn't mean it doesn't interest me. You threatening him somehow? Am I hostage to use against him?"

Isaiah met his gaze steadily, but frowned in surprise. "There is no such thing going. Your brother needed a favour and I needed something from him. Believe it or not, you are here for your own protection." His lip curled up. "I wasn't sure of what, but now I understand why."

Kieran frowned for real this time. "Don't fuck with me. I know this whole building is yours. You are making this your home base and you got me arranged on silver platter. Why?" He pointed his thumb back at the door. "Even Seline doesn't know that and she is your only witch."

"I see. You are digging around. And you like to break the rules," Isaiah smiled.

This guy knew what he was doing from the get go.

The wolf reached over to put his hands slowly on Kieran's shoulders, as if smoothing up his shirt. That was a breach for privacy for wolves, of body closeness. Extremely rude and challenging.

The Executioner felt the human freezing under his touch. His pulse quickened. He knew very well what Isaiah was doing.

"I don't mind. Dig around. Watch me, if you want. I have nothing to hide."

He grabbed him under the neck, crumpling the fabric in his fist. "But you try to get to me through her or overstep the boundaries of this place again," Isaiah whispered, "and I'm going to make you regret it. Understand?"

Kieran wasn't grinning now. He stayed frozen for a bit before his hand wrapped around Isaiah's wrist.

After a moment, he tried putting some pressure behind it.

Isaiah let out a breath and let him get free without struggling, stepping away.

"Nice meeting you, Kieran."

[prettypinkeel]

That take came from misunderstanding Astrid's personality in the first movie. Also, in some way, Elita and Astrid are really similar!

I can't say that Astrid can be described as "feral" (as it was used to describe her in the post I referred to); she was one of the few people on the island who was chill with Hiccup, and she didn't show any hostility towards him before the competitiveness flared up. Even then, that competitiveness grows from the constant worry and fear for her loved ones and the entire village. Since she was young, she wanted to fight and to protect everyone, and she grew up with that feeling for years.

And yes, you're right! Astrid absolutely matches Hiccup's crazy, and vice versa. Astrid is not the character that just exists to develop the main character, because without Astrid there will be no Hiccup we saw in HTTYD2 or HTTYD3. She was the first person to show him that Vikings can change, and they can learn to accept dragons. Hiccup also showed her the beauty of a peaceful life without being constantly afraid for her own 24/7. They're born for each other!

The same is very much true for Elita and Optimus. Just like many people hate and misunderstand Astrid, people also very much misunderstand Elita. She is called rude, abusive, and arrogant, but that's not entirely true. For example, TF:One Elita is also introduced as an independent character that doesn't really care for the main character. For some people, her first lack of interest in Orion seems «mean, even though she is just preoccupied with doing her job. In the society built by Sentinel, they don't have much choice but work hard for the small chance of a better future. Elita also shows to be professional in her future goal, as she is ranked first in the team. Just like Astrid being the best in the dragon academy. Are they rude or mean for that? Of course not! Mind you, they both save the main characters from the life-or-death situations at the beginning of the story.

Even though Elita is not in a confirmed relationship with Optimus by the end of TF:One, we can't ignore how they also match each other. The mister-since-the-last-accident who doesn't seem to take his one job seriously (mining and dragon killing) and the 'bossy' character who gets to be involved in the chaos (Elita and Astrid). As the story progresses, Elita shows her own personal growth too. That is why her speech to Orion is one of the most important things, at least for me.

She was accidentally tossed in the chaos, with bots who put her into trouble in the past, and she had every right to feel frustrated. After all, who wouldn't after realizing that years of their hard work mean nothing now? Even then, she learned how to keep her cool. She is also a leader, after all. In the time she loses her own grip, Orion is the one to be with her, trying to show the support. When Orion is insecure, Elita is the one to be there for him too.

It's her speech about how inspiring his actions are that pushes him to fight once again. She shows him that despite their differences, she finds ORION, the person she can trust. ELITA, the very character who was skeptical about everything and didn't trust anyone but herself. The way she talks about Orion saving Jazz, him going to the surface, breaking the protocols with such passion, is just another detail I find heartwarming. And to remember that these things he did in the past made her angry with him, now she sees that in Orion something that she LACKS. To find good in the smallest things, to stay strong and optimistic no matter how hard it is.

Orion and Elita are inseparable. They're also complementing each other. Elita would still work in the mines, strict to the protocols, if it wasn't for Orion. Meanwhile, Orion would not have enough strength to stand up and fight against Sentinel if it wasn't for Elita.

Also, yes, I do agree! Elita and Astrid grow soft for Orion and Hiccup, but not in the way some people think. None of them were "domesticated" or "tamed" (again, referring to the post I saw on twitter), they just grew up.

Take care of yourself and wish you a soon recovery! ☕

that post was about some discourse in HTTYD fandom about how "Astrid was 'domesticated' in the next movies, and she should have kept her wild side from the HTTYD1" (huh??) and I can't agree more with daily Hiccstrid acc.

Hiccstrid really gives me a lot of similar vibes with Oplita, and watching how people say "Elita being in the relationship with Optimus erases her character" very much reminds me with this one situation....

[flythesail]

Agonizing over the dialogue in a scene for weeks only to realize maybe there shouldn't be a conversation at all

[nomaishuttle]

sry im like willing myself to get up and brush my teeth and all that but im literally like Maybe i should finally actually listen to tbi. as in the bifrost incident not traumatic brain injury which it would be insane if there was a mechs album named traumatic brain injury.

[ironmanstan]

I cannot read people actually talking ab american psycho bc anyone actually invested into it has a 75% chance of subscribing to like 2 of the three readings of it that are wrong

[producedbysohyun]

A Not So Secret Secret

Kang Dae-ho x pregnant! Reader

Summary: You and Dae-ho join the game to settle your debts, unaware at first that the other is also playing. However, there’s something Dae-ho is also unaware about.

Warnings: Reader is replacing number 222 but has no correlation with 333, Reader is pregnant, mentions of killing and stuff like that. might be slightly inaccurate I’ve only watched the show once. Not proofread.

wc: 3.2k

a/n: I’ve had this idea for awhile but wasn’t sure if anyone would read it so I’m just gonna put it out there!

Pt.2 masterlist

You had just finished the first round in the squid games ,red light green light, and you were terrified as you sat in your bed. Why were people being shot? How are you gonna get out? What is happening? A thousand thoughts raced through your mind at once until you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You turn around and your met with the face of a worried old woman. It was Geum-Ja, the sweet woman you met during the first game.

“Are you ok?” She asked.

You nod, not exactly in the mood for talking.

Her eyes flickered down to your stomach before looking at you again. She smiled “if you need anything please let me know..”

You nod again, trying to hint at her you wanna be alone before you hear a man yelling, saying something about a vote.

The guards reply a bit after saying that there would be a vote after each game, and a vote soon commences.

“389…please cast your vote….. 388.. please cast your vote” The voice of the guard said.

You were so deep in thought that you didn’t even notice who was currently walking down the aisle to place there vote until the buzzer went off.

“Another person voted to stay…” you thought in your mind… Wait what??

You couldn’t see that well from where you were standing but you caught a glimpse of his face.

It was Dae-ho.

“No… there’s no way… why would he vote to stay.. it can’t be h-“ Your thoughts were soon cut off by the guards voice again.

“222.. please cast your vote”

Jeez how long were you thinking for… whatever it doesn’t matter… you walk down the aisle shyly, feeling everyone’s eyes on you as you press the red button with the X on it. You don’t dare to look behind you, knowing who’s face you’d immediately see.

The votes for O only kept going up and by the end of the vote, O had won.

You feel the anxiety really getting to you and retreat to your bed, trying to run away from your worries. When you get there you feel a hand grab your wrist.

“Y/n…” Dae-ho says, a slight bit of panic in his voice.

You don’t want to turn around but you force yourself to, looking up at him.

“What are you doing here???” He asks in a not so soft tone .

“I could ask you the same thing…” you reply with an attitude, still upset about him voting O.

“I came to settle our debt-“ He tries to explain.

You cut him off. “And you didn’t think of telling me??”

He sighs trying to reason with you. “Listen.. y/n… they said not to tell anyone… I couldn’t risk losing the opportunity at the time… And you can’t get upset at me when you’re literally here as well…”

You rub your face in frustration. “I’m not upset at you for being here I’m upset you didn’t tell me and even more upset you chose to stay!”

“I didn’t know you were here.. if I had known that I would’ve voted X in a heart beat… We need the money baby….” He reply’s, his tone softening.

“This money is not worth dying for…” you say as you start to walk away.

“Y/n stop….” He grabs your arm softly.

“What….” You reply.

“We aren’t done talking…” he says, pulling you back towards him.

You sigh. “What else is there to talk about”

“Why are you here..” He asks. He thinks he knows the answer but he just wants to hear it from you.

“For the same reason you are…” You half lie. Yes you are here to try and settle your debt but also to get a little extra money for the baby.

He sighs, not knowing what to say.

You just turn around and start walking away before he grabs you once again but this time pulling you into his arms.

You’re surprised but you hug him back, not realizing how much you needed it.

While hugging you, Dae-ho couldn’t help but realize that it felt different, the way your body’s pressed together wasn’t quite as comfortable as your stomach was blocking him from getting to close.

He pulled away looking down at you.

“Y/n..?”

You looked away, realizing he probably noticed.

Five months before you joined the squid game you found out you were pregnant. You hid it from Dae-ho, wearing sweaters when your bump started to get a little noticeable and just saying you were cold despite it being summer, he didn’t think much of it. It was quite easy to hide because he was rarely home as he was looking for jobs.

You didn’t want to hide this from him. But you did, in fear that something would happen with your relationship as you wanted to keep the baby. You didn’t have a plan, you didn’t know when you were gonna tell him, all you knew was that you were gonna hide it for as long as possible.

Dae-ho’s hand on your arm snapped you back into reality. You look up at his worried face and just start crying, the hormones getting to you.

“Hey…. What’s going on…” He asks softly.

“I- I’m sorry-“ You stutter.

“Talk to me baby…” He puts a hand on your waist.

You back up, not wanting to be reminded that he knows now.

He keeps his distance but it kills him to see you like this.

“I’m- I’m pregnant-…” you say softly as you continue crying.

“W-“ He struggles to find his words “For how long??-…”

“Five months….” You admit.

“Why didn’t you tell me baby??” He says, still in shock.

“I’m sorry…” you continue crying into your hands.

He walks over to you and hugs you tightly.

You cry into his chest. “I thought- you would be mad..”

“Mad? Why would I be mad at you….” He asks softly.

“I don’t know….” You say, starting to calm down a little.

He continues to hold you and comfort you, silently cursing at himself for voting O, now realizing how much harder this is gonna be.

Later that evening you and Dae-ho join a group of three other boys, Gi-hun, Young-il, and Jung-bae.

You sit with the boys, your arms resting around your stomach out of habit and Jung-bae can’t help but notice.

“I’m gonna go take a quick nap..” You say to the group, your exhaustion getting the best of you.

You distinctively hear Gi-hun say something about dinner soon but just brush it off, too tired to even listen.

“I’ll be fine..” you say as you walk to your nearby bed and collapse on it.

Once Jung-bae notices you’re gone he looks at Dae-ho. “Is she um.. yk..” He asks nosily.

Dae-ho just sighs and nods and the group looks a little shocked, Feeling a newfound protectiveness for you, their new group mate.

After the group gets over the initial shock of the situation they start making a plan on what to do for the next games and how they are gonna survive as a group.

The sound of a voice saying to line up for dinner interrupts their conversation and Dae-ho goes to wake you up. You groan, not wanting to get up and slowly get out of bed before following him into the line. (He lets you go first cause he’s a gentleman 😘)

You guys get your food and go back to the spot where you were previously sitting. Right when you sat down a wave of nausea hit you and you just didn’t want to eat at all.

Dae-ho notices this. “Hey are you ok?”

You whimper slightly. “I can’t eat…”

The group looks at you concerned and Dae-ho speaks up again. “Why what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know I just feel sick…” You reply, leaning on him.

He rubs your arm softly before young-il speaks up. “You should really try to eat… the next meal won’t be till tomorrow morning… that’s probably not safe considering-“

Dae-ho cuts him off, not wanting to have you be reminded of it and get more stressed right now. “He’s right… try to eat just a little hm?”

You pout at him. “fine..”

You take small bites of your food, it’s not terrible but it’s definitely not making your nausea any better. Nonetheless you push through, knowing that you need to eat for the baby.

Dae-ho looks at you happily, glad you decided to eat.

You try to eat as much as you can before you just set the food down and lean on Dae-ho again, his presence comforting you through your sickness.

You end up falling asleep on him as the group just talks and continues their plan.

Once again, the voice on the speaker starts talking saying it’s time for bed or something. You don’t really know as you’re half asleep.

You feel Dae-ho softly guiding you off of where you were sitting and the next thing you know you’re in your bed, Dae-ho softly putting the covers over you before kissing your forehead.

“Goodnight N/N, I love you..” He says softly.

You smile sleepily at the nickname and reply. “Goodnight Dae.. I love you too..”

The rest is a blur until you finally fall asleep.

The next morning starts the same as the first. Everyone lines up to get breakfast.

You get your food, actually hungry this time and open the tin container, immediately eating everything while sitting in your bed. Dae-ho is with the group but if you’re being honest you’re not in the mood to socialize this morning so he decided to give you some space. That is until the old woman, Geum-ja, came up to you again.

“How are you feeling?” She asked sweetly.

“Better…” You reply shortly.

She holds her tin of food in her hands as she looks down at your empty one before handing you hers.

“Oh- no no it’s fine really-“ you try to reason with her, not wanting to take food from her.

“Oh don’t be silly it’s ok… You need to eat more..” she smiles as she hands you her food.

You bow, very thankful because you’re really hungry. “Thank you- you really didn’t have too..”

“Don’t mention it” she gives you a smile before her son comes over telling her to not scare him like that.

You sit there awkwardly as they talk before the old woman waves goodbye to you and smiles. You wave back at her before eating the food she gave you.

Shortly after eating the speaker says that it’s time for the first game and to follow the guards. You remember what Gi-hun told your group last night, pick the triangle. Knowing what to do for this next game, you feel pretty confident but are still nervous.

You rejoin with your group as you guys walk towards the doors into the colorful room with stairs.

You all walk in silence before Dae-ho speaks up. “You feeling better?”

You nod and reply. “Ya… I was actually able to eat so I feel alot better”

Dae-ho smiles and keeps walking up the stairs.

Everyone gets to the door and when it opens, confusion fills the room.

“This is the dalgona game.. right?” you ask Gi-hun, really confused.

He sighs and looks at you. “I don’t know what this is..”

The familiar feeling of anxiety crept back up your body but you tried to keep it at shore as everyone walked into the room.

Everyone stayed by their group as the rules for the game came over the speaker. “This game is the six-legged pentathlon. A group of five will be connected by their ankles in the order of who is gonna play the first mini game to who is gonna play the last. The Mini games consist of the following: Dakji, flying stone, gonggi, spinning tops, and Jegi. The group will complete the five mini games within the time limit and cross the finish line or they will be eliminated.”

After the announcement everyone immediately started scrambling, trying to find groups but the five of you just stayed with each other, discussing who was gonna do what.

Since your the only girl in the group everyone excepted you to know how to play gonggi but you surprisingly didn’t. Luckily for you guys Dae-ho would play it with his sisters and he get really good at it. So that was settled. Now everyone else just had to figure out what they were gonna do.

“I can do Dakji…” you said softly, not really knowing what else to do.

Everyone agreed on it and the rest of the line up was decided. You do Dakji, Jung-bae does flying stone, Dae-ho does gonggi, Young-il does spinning tops, and Gi-hun does Jegi.

Your groups discussion was soon interrupted by the first two groups going up, who soon later both lost.

As the games went on the waiting players became more immersed in watching the other players play and started cheering them on, acting as an audience.

A group finally won and everyone started cheering and jumping but you felt a hand on your shoulder. “Don’t jump don’t jump” Dae-ho said softly, not wanting you to use your energy or stress your body out.

You listened to him but kept cheering along with everyone else. For a second, you forgot this was a game where you could die and you’re not here to have fun. That was until gun shots from the other side of the room interrupted everyone’s cheering and brought them back to the harsh reality.

After many games it was your teams turn. You were the second to last team to play therefore you had no audience which your group was sad about. You on the other hand had no room to be sad as you were internally freaking out.

Your group lined up and your ankles got chained together. Then. The game started.

Your group walks in sync to the first mini game, Dakji.

You grab square piece of paper and throw it as hard as possible at the one on the floor, and to your surprise, it flips over. The group cheered as the walked to the next mini game. Jung-bae grabbed the stone and threw it at the other one, hitting it perfectly. The group cheered again and continued walking to the next one. They all sat on the floor in-front of a small table as Dae-ho skillfully handled the gonggi. Everyone watches in amazement as they pass right away.

They get up and walk to the next mini game, spinning tops. Everything was going good until Young-il messed up. Over and over and over. At this point it just seemed like he was doing it on purpose cause how can you possibly throw it behind you?? (Bro was totally doing it on purpose 😭)

After some focusing and stressing he finally got it. But you guys had no time to spare. Everyone quickly made their way over to the next mini game. Gi-hun quickly kicked the Jegi four times before kicking it way in-front of him.

Your heart stopped. “This is it” you thought to yourself before you were yanked forward towards the finish line. Young-il had helped Gi-hun kick it last second.

You guys passed the finish line, all relieved until you saw the other team in-front of you get shot. Despite winning, this made your heart heavy, remembering the situation you’re still in.

After getting your ankles unchained all of you walked back into the room, getting stares from everyone and heating groans from people that wished more people would die.

You stayed silent the rest of the evening until the vote. Your group had collectively decided to vote for X this time. You were sure you were gonna make it out. Until you weren’t.

By the end of the vote, O won again. And even worse, Jung-bae voted for O. Your own team member!

After realizing you were gonna be stuck in this hell hole for another game you definitely didn’t feel like eating, you got up and went into the bathroom, getting sick thinking about what you saw today and just because of your pregnancy in general.

*knock knock* “are you ok y/n?” The old woman says from outside the stall door.

“Ya-“ you wipe your mouth off with toilet paper before flushing the toilet and coming out.

“Remember if you need anything don’t be afraid to ask me…” She says reassuringly.

“Thank you..” you give her a soft smile before going to wash your hands.

When you come out of the bathroom you go back over to your group and see Jung-bae sitting with them again. Dae-ho must’ve brought him back.

You sigh and sit with them.

Dae-ho looks at you concerned. “Are you ok did you eat”

“I can’t Dae…” you reply tiredly and lean on him once again.

“Cmon baby just a little…” he nudges you.

You force yourself to remember that you can’t be skipping meals now due to your baby, Before sighing. “Ok…”

You eat some of the food, the nausea surprisingly going away.

“Drink some water too..” Dae-ho reminds you.

You nod and drink your water, immediately feeling alot better, still leaning on him.

Your eyes become heavy and you distinctively hear the group talking about something to do with a fight but you don’t pay much attention and fall asleep on Dae-ho’s shoulder.

*time skip to night*

You wake up on a mattress on the floor, super confused, and look to your right and see Dae-ho sleeping under a bed on the mattress? 😭

You look to your left and see young-il and Jung-bae also under the beds on a mattress.

Confused, you sit up and see Gi-hun awake, just sitting there. You get up and walk over to him.

“I need to use the bathroom” you say quietly to him.

Gi-hun looks at you. “It’s too dangerous to go alone-“

“I’ll go with her” the old woman says from the bed above you.

You and the old woman go over to the bathroom, only to be refused entry by the guards. So the old woman being the baddie she is puts on a pretty convincing sob story before the guards finally let you guys in, another girl showing up behind you guys and asking if she should come too.

“Don’t worry she’s a woman” the old woman says and the other girl follows you guys into the bathroom.

You quickly go into a stall and just cry. You’re so scared and you just wanna go home. You wanna lay in your bed again. You don’t even care if you’re in debt you just wanna go home.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the old woman opening the door.

“Are you ok? Is your baby coming? Is it your stomach?” The old woman questions you worriedly.

“I’m so scared” you say crying more before she hugs you tightly.

“It’s ok..” she comforts you.

That’s the last thing that things feel like right now. “Ok”.

You calm down after a bit and she leads you back over to your bed.

You step in between Gi-hun and Jung-bae, who is now up, to get to your bed.

You notice the Dae-ho is literally half way on your bed so you just decide to use his arm as a pillow. He gets a little startled but immediately falls asleep after. You hold onto his arm in your sleep, him being the only way to comfort you in this hell. After a bit of thinking you slowly drift off to sleep, feeling a little better that you’re not alone in this.

a/n: thank you for reading this took absolutely forever! I want to make a part two so let me know if you guys would be interested!!

[dunmesh]

this panel from the world guide of falin being surrounded by other girls while laios is all alone kills me because. that's it. that's the key difference in their journeys.

as laios states himself, he left the village in order to create a home for him and falin elsewhere. a home that won't collapse due to others' hatred and fears like their old home did, a home where they are loved and accepted unconditionally. but as he soon found out, even before earning money, or having walls surrounding him and a roof above his head- what he so earnestly desired was to meet other people who will accept him for who he is as well. instead, he kept being tormented by those around him, shunned and sneered at. his loneliness quickly became all-consuming until he truly had nothing left except for the monsters in the pages of his book, but even that became a target of mockery and destroyed. that's why ever since the day he left the village, he never felt that he truly made the right choice. so he kept running away: unable to resist and unable to accpet.

and an ocean away from him there was his sister, who never managed to fully fit in herself. but unlike him, she met a person who became a home to her and learned what a true friendship was for the first time in her life. and laios clearly realizes that too when he finally sees falin and marcille together, he can tell his sister obtained the greatest treasure there is on her own- the exact thing he never managed to find anywhere himself, thus coming back empty-handed to the sister he left the village for.

but when you read this part of the manga, laios's focus is on falin's loneliness, not his own. he talks about how it hurts thinking about all those moments she had to spend alone because he wasn't there for her, so it almost sounds like he's the one who couldn't bear her suffering and therefore decided to not let her go again. but we do get a glimpse of their first meeting after that almost-decade long separation in the manga, and then we see more of that in the world guide and daydream hour- and it becomes abundantly clear that it was falin who was trying to protect and save him from this pit of loneliness and depression he was in.

so instead of just doing his best to atone for leaving her behind in the village and making sure she is never lonely again, it might also be that laios was desperately clinging to the one person in the world he felt that accepted and loved him unconditionally. those words he used to describe his motivation to stay by falin's side are the exact words she would've used as well; she couldn't bear leaving him behind in this state. in a sense, they were each other's shackles.

but then she did. she died for him and their friends, and ironically enough, it was by leaving him alone like this that he was finally able to stand on his own and put his full trust in others. to have the courage to reveal who he is and give others the opportunity to accept him after such a long time of hiding. it was a long journey, but his hiding finally came to an end when he faced the others after shedding his monster form. and i love that the person who was falin's "home" all those years away from laios, marcille, became just as meaningful to him during their time separated from falin- the first one to find him and show him that he isn't alone anymore. just as he did for her.

so at the end of the story when falin talks about all the places she would like to go, it's not just that she wants to pursue her own dreams- but that she actually feels free to do so and go anywhere she desires. and one of the main reasons for that is that her brother finally found new people he wants to be with; his own home.

[hanniebaeee]

Clueless: Baby Bang

Bang Chan x fem!reader

Warnings: Reader is pregnant (just that, nothing deep)

Genre: established relationship, flufffff

Summary: You've been distant lately, and Chan can't understand why. Because this is very unusual for the two of you as you two are on each other all the time. And Chan panics as you guys are getting married in a few months, and this sudden change is unraveling him.

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Chan paced the living room, a deep frown etched into his forehead. You hadn’t touched him in days. Weeks, actually. That alone was already a catastrophe, considering the fact that you two were basically like bunnies.

But now? Nothing. You were dodging his touches like he was contagious. He reached for your hand? Oh, look, you suddenly needed both hands to text someone. He tried for a kiss? Whoops, you conveniently yawned. Bedtime? You were already asleep. 

And that diamond ring glittering on your ring finger? It made him wonder if you were regretting saying yes to him already.

He’d spent way too many nights staring at the ceiling, feeling like the universe was punishing him for something he didn't even know he did.

Chan sighed and opened the group chat. This was bad. He needed to vent.

Chan: She’s avoiding me.

A rapid barrage of notifications followed, and Chan barely had time to process one before another arrived. 

Minho: Y/N? The one who’s practically glued to your lap 24/7?

Hyunjin: LMAO. Not possible. I won't believe it.

Seungmin: You obviously did something.

Chan: NO, I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!

Chan: She’s been acting weird for WEEKS. 2 weeks to be exact. No kisses. No hugs. No… anything.

Jisung: No sex? BRO. Are you okay?

Felix: What if she’s planning something? Like a surprise? Maybe a wedding thing?

---

Chan paused. That was… not unreasonable. But no. You’d never kept secrets from him before. Like you've given him enough surprises before so he knew this was different.

---

Minho: OR. She’s finally come to her senses about you seducing her into saying yes? 

Chan: Minho. I will come to your house and end you.

Jeongin: But seriously, hyung. Did you say something? Do something? Forget an important date? You’re kind of a workaholic.

---

That hit a little too close to home. Chan frowned, scrolling back through his mental timeline of your relationship.

---

Chan: I didn’t forget anything. I swear. We were fine until a couple weeks ago, and now she’s avoiding me like the plague.

Changbin: Well. There’s only one logical explanation.

Changbin: She’s been abducted by aliens and replaced with a clone.

Jisung: YES. I second this. The real Y/N would NEVER do this. 

Felix: Omg guys! 

Chan: GUYS.

Hyunjin: Okay. What if she’s mad because you’re not initiating? She’s waiting for you to grovel.

Seungmin: That makes no sense. If she’s mad, why not just say so?

Hyunjin: IDK, some people like drama.

Jeongin: That’s your toxic trait, Hyung.

Hyunjin: IS NOT!

---

Chan groaned, dropping his phone onto the couch. He missed you. Like, really missed you. Sure, he wanted to rip your clothes off 90% of the time, but he also missed the simple things - your cuddles, your soft laugh, the way you’d always need him by your side when you're stressed. 

The cold shoulders and polite smiles were killing him.

---

Minho: Just confront her, idiot. Corner her in the kitchen and ask her what’s wrong.

Chan: You think I haven’t tried that?! Every time I ask, she changes the subject.

Jisung: Okay, hear me out. Seduction.

Chan: What?

Jisung: Set the mood. Candles. Sexy music. Flex those ridiculous arms. She won’t stand a chance.

Felix: Worth a try. 

---

That night, Chan put the "seduction plan" into action. He dimmed the lights, skipped the candles, and put on a romantic playlist. He even went full drama, lounging on the couch with his shirt conveniently unbuttoned.

When you walked in, your eyebrows shot up as you asked, “What's up?”

Chan said nothing, just held held his hand out.  You froze, guilt flashing across your face, and Chan knew he had you. You placed your hand on his and let him pull you close.

“Baby, what’s going on? You’ve been avoiding me, and it’s driving me crazy. Did I do something wrong?” His voice cracked, and that set you off.

Your eyes filled with tears, and in an instant you were in his lap, clinging to him like your life depended on it.

“I’m sorry, Channie! I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“Then why -”

“Shhh,” Chan fell silent as you pressed a finger to his lips. “Just know that I love you, Channie.”

Chan was suspicious. Because, well, you’d shut him up in the best way possible, last night - all he remembered was his shirt coming off and yeah.

You’d seduced him. Thoroughly. And while his brain had short-circuited at that time, he was now absolutely certain that you’d dodged his questions on purpose.

At least he can't complain about you not touching him anymore, right?

---

Chan: It didn't work.

Minho: WHAT didn't?

Chan: She kinda caught me off guard. And avoided my questions.

Jisung: I thought we agreed on YOU seducing her and you got seduced??

Felix: Soooo… you still don’t know what’s going on?

Chan: NO. She’s hiding something, I know it.

Hyunjin: Maybe you’re overthinking. Or, maybe she’s secretly a spy.

Changbin: She’s NOT a spy, Hyunjin. That’s ridiculous.

Hyunjin: And alien clones aren’t?

Minho: Why are we even helping you? You let her seduce you and then just… forgot your goal.

---

Chan groaned, flopping onto his back. It wasn’t his fault! He was weak when it came to you. All it took was a look, or a whisper of his name and his brain turned to mush.

Still, Minho had a point.

---

Chan: Okay, fine. What do I do now?

Felix: She’s probably just stressed? Weddings are a big deal. She might just need time to sort her thoughts.

That gave Chan pause. Weddings were stressful. Maybe that was it?

Hyunjin: My bet’s still on spy.

---

Meanwhile, you were in the bathroom, staring at the little plastic stick in your hand for the hundredth time now. You’d known for two weeks, but the reality hadn’t gotten any less terrifying.

You were pregnant. Pregnant. With Chan’s baby.

The thought sent your heart racing. You loved him more than anything, but… you’d never talked about kids. What if he wasn’t ready? What if he panics when you bring it up? 

There were only a few months until the wedding. You didn’t want to dump this on him now and risk throwing him into a spiral.

---

That night, Chan decided to take Minho’s advice (for once). No more distractions. He was getting answers tonight.

When you walked into the living room and his eyes locked onto yours - you froze. He looked so handsome, and a little…worn out? You felt so guilty for doing this. 

“Come sit,” he said, patting the couch beside him.

You hesitated, but complied, heart pounding.

“Baby, we need to talk,” Chan said, his voice soft but firm.

You swallowed hard as you murmured, “About what?”

“You’ve been acting weird for weeks. And you obviously don't trust me enough to talk it out. I’m worried. What's going on? Is it the wedding?” He was giving you that puppy eyed look, and your heart shattered.

“No, Channie, it's not like that...”

“Then what is it? Please, just tell me.”

You opened your mouth, ready to spill everything - but then you panicked. The words caught in your throat, and instead, you leaned in, pressing your lips to his.

Here he was - caught off guard (again) but quickly melting into the kiss. You climbed into his lap, your hands tangling in his hair, and within seconds, all thoughts of questioning were gone.

---

Chan: SHE DID IT AGAIN.

Minho: You’re hopeless.

Seungmin: At this rate, she could rob a bank and get away with it.

Felix: Honestly, I’m impressed.

---

Chan sighed, glaring at the group chat before throwing his phone across the bed. Whatever you were hiding, it was big. And he was determined to find out, one way or another.

Little did he know, in the bathroom, you were rehearsing how to tell him the truth: that in just a few months, he wasn’t just going to be your husband.

He was going to be a dad.

Chan was officially losing it. His imagination had gone to some very dark places (thanks to Changbin’s clone theory and Hyunjin’s spy nonsense), but now he just felt defeated. What was so big and terrifying, that you felt like you couldn’t share it with him?

Chan: I give up. She’s unbreakable.

Jisung: Hey don't lose hope.

Minho: Pathetic.

Jeongin: Just sit her down and don’t let her leave until she talks.

Chan: I’VE TRIED THAT.

Chan was ready to lock himself and you in a room till you cracked, but unfortunately he was already cracking under the stress. And then a lightbulb went off in his head. There was just one person in the world who might be able to get through to you.

Felix.

---

Felix was, to put it lightly, concerned when Chan cornered him in his kitchen.

“Lix, you have to help me,” Chan said, his eyes wild and desperate.

“Help you how?” Felix asked cautiously.

“Can you please try to talk to her?” Chan literally begs. “She loves you, Lix. Maybe she’ll tell you if you ask?”

Felix hesitated, torn between loyalty to Chan, who was literally his brother and his friendship with you. But ultimately, his desire to help won anyway.

“Okay,” he said with a sigh. “I’ll talk to her.”

---

Later that afternoon, you opened the door to find Felix standing on your porch, holding a box of cookies and his sunniest smile. 

“Lixie?” you asked, surprised. “So good to see you!”

“Just wanted to check on you, love,” he said, coming forward to hug you.

You stepped aside to let him in, and the two of you settled on the couch.

“I baked these for you,” he said, watching your reaction closely as you opened the box and munched on a cookie immediately. “You’ve been looking a little stressed lately.”

You stopped mid-chew, guilt gnawing at you.

“I’m fine, Lix. Just… wedding stuff, you know?” you said, carefully avoiding his eyes.

“Is it really just the wedding?” Felix tilted his head, unconvinced.

You froze, your hands tightening around the box.

“You know you can talk to me, right? Whatever it is, I won’t judge.” Felix said, reaching out and placing a gentle hand over yours.

Your eyes welled up with tears, and as you put the box aside gently. Felix scooted closer as he saw the tears fall, and before you knew it, the truth came spilling out.

“I’m pregnant, Felix,” you whispered. “And I don’t know how to tell Chan. We’ve never talked about kids, and I don’t even know if he wants them. And now the wedding’s so close, and I’m scared I’ll ruin everything. I already got my wedding dress and I don't think I'll fit into it anymore because by that time-”

Felix’s eyes went wide, and for a moment, he looked like he might burst into tears himself. But then he let out a strangled laugh.

“You’re… you’re pregnant?”

You nodded, sniffled and managed a soft, “Yeah.”

Felix threw his arms around you, nearly knocking you over. 

“Oh my God, Y/N! I’m so happy for you! And for Chan! You’re gonna have the cutest baby in the world!” he gushed, his eyes sparkling with happy tears. 

You couldn’t help but laugh through your own tears. 

“You don't think this is a disaster?” you asked softly, wiping your tears away. 

“Disaster?” Felix pulled back, shaking his head. “Of course not. This is amazing! But you have to tell Chan. He’s going insane trying to figure out what’s wrong.”

“I know,” you said softly. “I just… I’m scared.”

Felix gave you a reassuring smile and said, “Chan loves you more than anything. Trust me, he’s gonna be over the moon. And I'll always be here for you. Seriously, sweetheart, this is the best news ever.”

---

Hyunjin: Well? Did she tell you?

Jisung: SPILL, FELIX.

Chan: Felix? Please. I’m dying here.

Felix hesitated, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. He couldn’t betray your trust, but he also couldn’t leave Chan hanging.

Felix: She’s okay. She’s just… working through something.

Minho: And you’re being suspiciously vague.

Seungmin: Should've known that sending her best friend to investigate wasn't your strongest idea… obviously he's gonna take her side! 

Felix: I promised I wouldn’t say anything. But it’s nothing bad, I swear.

Chan: Seriously?? Nothing bad? Then why is she avoiding me?

Felix: Just… be patient with her, okay? She’ll tell you when she’s ready. I promise it's all ok. Trust me. 

Chan frowned at the message, his heart twisting.

You had spent the whole night rehearsing what to say to Chan, your stomach churning with nerves. Morning came far too quickly, and as you watched him shuffle into the kitchen with his hair messy and his sleepy face, you nearly chickened out.

But Felix’s words echoed in your head. He’s gonna be over the moon.

“Channie,” you said softly, placing your mug of tea aside and taking a step towards him. 

He looked up from the coffee maker, his sleepy eyes brightening instantly. You were trying to talk to him, and somehow that was enough. Anything was better than you avoiding him. 

“Morning, baby.”

You smiled nervously, gesturing to the table. “Can we talk?”

His brow furrowed, worry flashing across his face as he nodded and sat down opposite you.

“Is everything okay?”

You took a deep breath, your hands trembling slightly as you said, “You know how I’ve been… weird lately?”

Chan nodded, his gaze fixed on you with a mix of concern and curiosity.

“Well,” you continued, “there’s a reason for that. And I’ve been scared to tell you because it’s big. Like, really big.”

“Baby, whatever it is, you can tell me. I promise, I’ll handle it.” Chan said, reaching across the table and taking your hand in his.

Your eyes filled with tears as you finally said it.

“I’m pregnant.”

Chan froze. Completely. His mouth hung open, his grip on your hand tightening slightly as his brain processed your words.

“You’re… pregnant?” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

You nodded, tears spilling over.

“Yeah. I found out a couple of weeks ago, and I didn’t know how to tell you. I didn’t know if you’d be okay with it, or if it was too much with the wedding coming up -”

Chan cut you off by pulling you into his arms, burying his face in your neck. His body shook as he let out a half-laugh, half-sob, and you realized he was crying.

“Channie, are you okay?” you asked nervously, your own voice shaking as you stroked his hair.

“Okay?” he choked out, pulling back to look at you with tear-streaked cheeks and the biggest grin you’d ever seen. “Baby, I’m better than okay. I’m… I’m gonna be a dad?”

You nodded, your heart swelling at the pure joy on his face.

Chan laughed, his tears flowing freely now.

“Holy crap. I don’t know what to say?! We’re having a baby. A baby!”

Before you could say anything else, Chan was  peppering your face with kisses, squeezing you in the tightest hug ever.

“I love you so much. Baby, you’re…I can’t believe you’ve been carrying this on your own.” he said, cupping your cheeks with his hands. 

“I didn’t want to stress you out,” you admitted, clinging to him as he pulled you onto his lap. “And…I've never been more scared about anything my entire life? I mean, I adore you, and I know I want this with you, our baby already means the world to me…but not knowing if you would want that too? It's been killing me, we've never even joked about this before, Channie… “

“You could’ve told me sooner, baby,” he said softly, kissing the tip of your nose. “I thought we were clear about this, with you, I'm ready for anything! But I get it. And I love you even more for worrying about me. But baby, we’re in this together. Always.”

---

Chan: GUYS. I HAVE NEWS. HUGE NEWS 🤩

Jisung: Finally!! 

Hyunjin: I told you she's a spy!! No one ever listens to me!! 

Minho: He’s too happy for that, you idiot.

Chan: WE’RE HAVING A BABY.

Jeongin: Excuse me, WHAT?

Changbin: STOP. Really?! 

Seungmin: Wow, plot twist

Felix: Oh thank godddddd😭😭😭😭

Felix: I was dying here

Chan: SHE TOLD ME THIS MORNING. I’M GONNA BE A DAD. WE’RE GONNA BE PARENTS. OMG.

---

It felt like everytime he said it, it felt a little more real.

---

Jisung: Congratulations, bro. Wow. 

Hyunjin: I AM CRYING. I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE REPRODUCING.

Chan: 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Chan: MY BABYGIRL AND I ARE HAVING A BABY😭💖

Minho: Jokes aside, this is such great news!! Congrats. Now go take care of your pregnant fiancée instead of spamming us.

Chan: I think I'm gonna faint

Changbin: Congrats, bro. But also… HOW DID YOU NOT NOTICE SHE WAS GOING THROUGH SOMETHING?

Chan: I NOTICED! I just didn't think she was, you know

Jisung: Avoiding you because she was growing your spawn, apparently.

Hyunjin: “Spawn” makes it sound like a little gremlin. Oh my Gawd 🤣

Felix: STOP. My baby’s gonna be so adorable I’ll CRY 😭

Minho: Okay, Felix, you’re suspiciously calm about this. Did you already know?

Felix: 👀

Hyunjin: YOU KNEW.

Chris: WHAT?? FELIX, YOU KNEW BEFORE ME?!

Felix: SHE TOLD ME FIRST, OKAY? SHE WAS NERVOUS, AND I PROMISED I WOULDN’T SAY ANYTHING.

Jisung: Wow. Betrayal.

Chan: SO YOU JUST LET ME SUFFER FOR WEEKS??

Felix: Yes. And? I'd do it again for her.

Changbin: LMAO savage.

Jeongin: Shame on you for trusting him when everyone knows he works for her

Chan: Thanks for being on her side, Lix

Felix: Anytime 💖

Hyunjin: Omg, imagine Baby Bang. Tiny curls, tiny dimples 😍

Chan: STOP I’M ALREADY CRYING AGAIN 😭

Jeongin: I've never been this excited for a baby really. You'd let us babysit won't you? 

Changbin: Oh yeah. Group uncle duty.

Hyunjin: We're gonna be dancing before we can even walk Baby Bang 🤝

Felix: For sure!

Chan: THANK YOU GUYS FOR BEING EXCITED FOR US!

Jisung: Save your tears for the wedding, Daddy Bang.

Jeongin: When do we throw a baby shower? Felix?

Felix: Already planning it.

Hyunjin: This baby’s gonna be so loved.

Chan: THANK YOU, GUYS. I LOVE YOU ALL 😭

---

Chan added Y/N to the group chat.

Chan: SURPRISE, BABY! WELCOME TO THE CHAOS.

Jisung: AHHH THE QUEEN IS HERE!

Hyunjin: ALL HAIL THE BABY-MAKER 👑

Minho: Congrats on creating life and also tolerating Chan for this long.

Felix: YAYYYYYY YOU’RE HERE! 😭 We’ve been dying to have you here!!!

Jeongin: Thank you for gifting us Baby Bang. We promise to only slightly corrupt them.

Changbin: We’re all crying. I’m crying. Hyung is crying. Everyone’s crying.

Y/N:😂

Y/N: Oh my God, you guys.

Minho: This is us being tame.

Hyunjin: Soooo, what does it feel like, hm? Asking for research purposes, of course

Chan: Oh yeah, totally not gonna run off and impregnate someone 🙄

Hyunjin: What's it to you Christopher? You can do it, but I can't?! 

Chan: Oh please

Minho: I told her to get a collar for this damn puppy and look who's here yapping

Y/N: Leave him alone guys!

Hyunjin: I respect you, Y/N. I respect you. So I'm gonna shut up (Mr Know, let's do this face to face huh)

Minho: Gladly.

Felix: Honestly, Y/N, we’re just honored to be part of this. 

Y/N: Thanks guys, this means a lot to us. 

Changbin: And we’re going to spoil them rotten.

Jeongin: Rotten is an understatement.

Y/N: 🤭🤭🤭

Minho: You won't even know what hit you for the next 18 years. Or 30.

Chan: GUYS. Stop scaring her. Baby, they’re joking.

Felix: We’re not.

Hyunjin: Nope.

Jisung: Absolutely not.

Y/N: I'm all in for that hehe

Chan: I love you guys

Jisung: Chan’s in his feels again.

Felix: We have a wedding and baby shower to plan! 

Hyunjin: OMG. A pregnant bride. You’re gonna be so GLOWY.

Y/N: Thank you for being this excited for us. I love you guys 😭💖

Felix: We love you too!! 🥺💖

Divider: @saradika-graphics

Tags: @moonchild9350 @velvetmoonlght @eastjonowhere @pixie-felix @sailor--sun @chancloud8

[leafsheep]

Some random thoughts about Gothamites and scenarios I’ve come up with.

Metropolis citizen: Yeah so my exams were cancelled bc some villain took over the city the week leading up to them so the school said not to worry about it.

Gothamite: Fr? Last time a villain took over our city he killed anyone who wasn’t smart and had us take extra exams.

~~

Random Gotham kid: Hey teach, can I get an extension on my essay, my neighborhood was fear toxin-ed a few days ago and I’m just getting out of the hospital.

Standard Gotham High School Teacher: ohhh yeah…. Nooooo… sorry Jimmy but you know you had a week to do the assignment soo… you should’ve planned ahead.

~~

Health/PE teacher: Yeah so I don’t really wanna teach y’all today so we’re gonna watch this top ten video of Riddler’s shittiest riddles.

Student: after can we watch this compilation I found of the murder Robin interacting with stray cats?

~~

A Wayne kid just walking down the street

Gothamite: Can you give your dad this?

Wayne child: ??? This is a phone number.

Gothamite: Yeah, maybe you could talk me up too?

Wayne child: You’re MY age

Gothamite: Why does that matter?

Wayne Child: evident disgust

Gothamite: OH no, I want him to adopt me.

Gothamite: he’s our dad now.

~~

Gothamite: Did you hear that bizarre theory about the Robins being clones of each other? I mean wasn’t one of them a girl? How would that even work??

Bernard Dowd (made said theory for shits and giggles, also knows it’s complete bullshit): Maybe that clone was trans! Are you being transphobic right now? God I can’t believe you-

~~

Reporter: Video feed shows the infamous Red Hood standing bewildered next to his motorcycle at four am this morning, having apparently found it missing his tires. Eyewitnesses to the scene report Bludhaven Vigilante laughing outside of camera view.

[gumii-bearr]

Alt!Megumi who fucking hates you but has to tolerate you bc you’re Yuuji’s best friend. Yuuji drags both of you to a party and abandons you, leaving the two of you to get drunk off your asses and insult each other. Until Megumi starts getting handsy and leads you off to a room for a nice hate fuck 😇😇

YEEAASSS BOOM SHAKALAKAAAAA–

thinking about... ❝ hate sex ❞

featuring... megumi fushiguro

content warning: MDNI (18+), afab!reader, alt!megumi, hate sex, rough sex, mirror sex, swearing, dirty talk, HELLO SAILOR–

author's note: u have awoken something in me i hope ur ready for my wrath, also i made them actually fucking hate each other it's so funny.

── alt!megumi who has hated your guts from the start.

── yuji was your best friend and was always bringing you around, and it always pissed megumi off because why exactly did you need to be involved in everything?

── you were a rude, insolent brat at the best of times, always had a snarky remark or a smart ass comment loaded in the chamber ready to fire when you could sense megumi was even slightly irritated by your presence.

── it became a thing. everyone knew you hated each other, always bickering and arguing over stupid shit.

── alt!megumi who is normally a very chill and somewhat anti-social guy. but you just bring out this hot-headed, unbridled anger in him. and you do it all with the flutter of your lashes and a cheeky fucking smile on your face.

── you always had something to say. like when yuji and nobara were taking forever to pick a snack at the convenience store down the road from your college campus:

── megumi was cranky, "jesus christ, just pick something, you're taking forever"

── "you'd know all about finishing fast, huh, fushiguro?"

── alt!megumi who simply put, cannot stand you. if looks could kill, you would be so dead. and you, who is equally bothered by him and his fake tough-guy persona and how he's always pretending to be this big scary guy who is just so unbothered by everything.

── except for you, since you always manage to wriggle under his skin and piss him off.

── or when yuji dragged you both along to a party, telling you two to "be nice" to each other then promptly ditched you because, well, he's yuji, a social butterfly who makes friends wherever he goes.

── alt!megumi who isn't a big drinker, but if he has to stay at this god forsaken party, he may as well drink.

── alt!megumi who is chatting up a girl when you appear, bumping shoulders with him drunkenly as you scare away whatever little piece he was talking to because you're you and you make his life difficult for your own enjoyment.

── "why don't you just fuck off?"

── "you'd miss me too much."

── the two of you becoming progressively more drunk at this house party, and the alcohol seems to thicken the sexual tension between you and megumi.

── you're the only person he knows here other than yuji and vice versa, the two of you unintentionally gravitating toward each other no matter how much you try to avoid one another.

── you, who is dancing and grinding up on some guy and megumi is standing by the stairs just fucking watching you and he's clenching his jaw and staring daggers at you because don't you have any fucking self-respect?

── and you're wearing the tiniest mini skirt he's ever seen and a low-cut top that your tits threaten to spill out of and the gawking of these useless frat guys is pissing him off.

── and when you bend over to pick up a drink off the table, megumi just loses it because he can see your lacy black panties and your plush ass from under your skirt.

── and alt!megumi who drags you upstairs and away from all the prying eyes and wandering hands by your arm before laying into you about your lack of self-respect.

── "you want everyone to think you're some fucking slut?"

── "yeah, but you were looking too, weren't you, fushiguro?"

── alt!megumi who just stares at you, absolutely seething before the tension between you two just fucking snaps and he slams you against the closest door, his mouth on yours in mere seconds.

── alt!megumi who's tattooed hands grab and knead at your hips and ass and your tits over your shirt.

── alt!megumi who pushes you into the closest bathroom, his hand squeezing your throat as he kisses you but it's not gentle, it's mean and it's hard.

── and you, who tugs at his hair and at his belt buckle because the two of you just need to fuck out whatever the hell your problem is.

── alt!megumi who is pulling your skirt over your ass and forcing your panties down your legs and you're fucking helping him because there's something seriously wrong with how much you want him to fuck you.

── alt!megumi who bends you over the bathroom sink and squeezes your heated cheeks together as he forces you to watch him fuck you.

── "always acting like a fucking slut."

── "you've wanted to fuck me so bad from the beginning. don't lie."

── alt!megumi who is thick and long and heavy, and his pace is fucking brutal. he's forcing noise after noise out of you as he forces your hips back onto his cock, your knees buckling as he basically holds your lower body up while you brace your hands against the counter.

── and the two of you hate how good it feels.

── hate how good he's fucking you, hate how soaked you are, hate how hard you've got him.

── you hate it all so much you fucking love it.

author's note: HAHAHAHAH I NEED TO MAKE THIS A FIC IM FERAL HELLO– help i'm gnawing at the bars of my enclosure like a rabid gorilla.

[xiaq]

I want an AU where Steve is a werewolf and Eddie is a vampire except neither of them know about the other.

Eddie is the frontman of an up and coming band, but he's left his coven and surrounded himself with humans. They perform after sunset anyway so it's easy enough for him to hide his nature.

Steve has similarly left his toxic family pack and built his own pseudo-pack through the kids. He works as a park ranger. Or an ornithologist. Or something else nature-y/nerdy. But no one knows about his furry little secret.

Maybe Steve ends up attending a concert with one of the kids who has VIP passes and Eddie zeros in on Steve immediately at the meet and greet because he's pretty and preppy and delightfully out of place and also he smells good. And Steve is having similar thoughts, but he tries to play it off because there's no way an honest to god rock star would be interested in him and his polo and his boat shoes (also his hearing is temporarily fucked from the concert, so he doesn't register Eddie's lack of heartbeat).

After some light flirting, Eddie invites Steve back to his hotel and Steve is like, you know what? Yes. I am going to have a one night stand with the gorgeous front man of a metal band and I'll probably fall a little in love with him by the end of the night and it will break my heart when he kicks me out in the morning, but it will be an experience. Let me go drop off my kids and I'll be right back.

Except what he doesn't know is Eddie is planning to have a little snack while they're in the throes of passion––not enough to hurt Steve or anything, just enough that he'll have a pleasurable blackout and wake up tired but sated.

The only problem is that neck-biting (that breaks the skin) for wolves is the equivalent of marriage.

So when Eddie bites Steve, instead of a venom-drunk human, peacefully slipping into sleep in his arms, he gets a very horny, very confused, werewolf who is now insisting that they're married.

I can't decide if it would be funnier if Wolves/Vampires didn't know about each other, Ie:

"You're a Werewolf?" Eddie says, "What do you mean you're a werewolf? Werewolves exist? No. Shut up. Prove it."

And:

"Holy shit. A vampire. Vampires are real," Steve reaches for Eddie's face and Eddie is so baffled by the everything of this situation that he lets Steve pinch Eddie's top lip and peel it up off his fangs for a mortifyingly long moment. Eddie draws the line when he starts poking at Eddie's incisors, though.

"Why do I feel funny?" Steve mutters. "Will your venom kill me?"

"How should I know," Eddie hisses, only a little hysterical, "I didn't know wolves existed until two minutes ago, I've never bitten a wolf before."

"And you won't be biting any others, mister. Infidelity is not ok."

The other option is that wolves and vamps DO know about each other but stay so isolated in their covens and packs (and loners are super unusual) that they never interact. So Steve and Eddie are both like, dang, I'd been raised to think all of your kind were smelly/ugly/gross, but you uh, don't fit into that box at all. Weird.

Regardless, Steve (still naked, probably) crosses his arms all huffy, like, "well, we're married now, you're not going to bite me and then cast me aside like some harlot," and Eddie is like "...I'm weirdly ok with this, actually. No arguments here." And eventually they live happily ever after.

[thehauntedetheral]

YANDERE ASSASIN

Requests are open !

• You and your husband has been married for 2 years now. And you were happy with each other.

• You are an accountant for a company while your husband is an engineer.

• You were like any other normal couple working, eating dinner together, going out on weekends, doing the usual day to day stuff.

• But one thing you didn't knew was that well your husband is an fake engineer who pretends to be one.

• In reality he is a most sought after assasin who is hired to kill top level people.

• The "I have to go out for two days for a project darling" is nothing but a excuse he gives you to go and kill his target in another state.

• Have guns hidden in various places in your shared home for " safety purpose ".

• One time you found one of his gun and asked him why is it here? "Hehe well darling the crime rate is increasing day by day I bought it for us for our safety I even have a legal licence for the gun." (Yes a licence for being an assasin)

• This is the same man who melts into your arms, follows you around the house like a puppy, looks at you like you hung the moon and stars and also the same man who doesn't miss his target even from miles and shoots them mercilessly.

• Hits all the target in a shooting game giving you a huge stuffed teddy bear while saying "Beginner's luck, baby."

• Yan vowed in the beginning phase of his job that he would never get married due to his job risk but you entered his life, made him break his vow as he asked you to marry him after falling so desperately in love with you. How couldn't he? You are just so damn perfect.

• You mentioned in a conversation to him casually how a co worker creeped you out by his staring. Boom from next day the co-worker now always avoids you like plague. (Because some unknown assasin threatened his life if he ever came near you)

• He has never been guilty in his life for killing people or having it as job but becomes guilty in a millisecond when he sees you sad thinking how bad of a husband I am? And to make all the clarifications clear you were not sad due to him you were just having your usual period mood swings. Because no way in hell this man would ever make you sad. Before making you cry he would shoot himself with his own gun.

• You both were watching an assasin movie on a weekend and you said how good looking and skilled that assasin the movie character is.

Meanwhile Yan's Mind : Control your self yan no need to be jealous you are better than that freaking stupid looking loser assasin. y/n just doesn't know. Control.

• Yan at a Halloween night comes home after shooting his target with a little blood on his clothes wearing his assasin black clothes and a gun in hand knowing full well that you are at your friend's house. Only to be surprised that you are at home throwing him a suprise Halloween party with others. You looking at him with a confused look as he stands on doorstep shocked.

Yan : Suprise baby!!! I came up dressed up as an assain that you liked in that movie. I hope you like it. (Saying with an akward smile while telling himself to not be so reckless next time)

Meanwhile the people at party who know the true Yan : 🧍‍♂️

• Is so damn protective of you due to his work line that whenever he leaves for days makes sure your friend stays with you and making sure you are safe through all the hidden cameras spread all over the house.

• He loves you a lot. He might be a deadly assasin to the whole world but he is just a normal engineer madly in love with you who just wants to devour you whole so no one else can have you.

• Reader to their friends : My husband won't ever hurt a fly.

Meanwhile Yan listening to this conversation: 🧍‍♂️

• When he is off duty he just spoils you with his cooking and spending all his time with you cuddling watching shows and just talking.

• Prays to god that you never found out about his true job afraid that you would get scared and leave him.

For more yandere reading :

[sandraharissa]

I think one of the many things wrong with Jinx this season is how like, half of her personality was cut off and thrown out.

Like her reaction to grief. We see her suicidal after Silco’s death and she’ll be again very suicidal after Isha’s death. Makes sense. Don’t have notes on that part. However I have so much notes on her rage. In s1 we see Powder sometimes responding to bad situation by being shy and sad, but sometimes she reacts in a more adversarial way, like complaining they should try fighting Piltover or trying to stand up to Mylo. But we also get these moments like when she’s left behind and has an absolute meltdown and starts wrecking shit but more importantly her reaction to Silco. He says they’ll show them all and she throws the audience the most rage fueled look you’ve ever seen. When really pushed beyond her limits this is Powder’s emotional reaction to tragedy/being wronged. We see that all throughout acts II and III and we see it when she blows up the council after Silco dies. And that’s the problem cos that’s the part that’s missing from s2. They cut her personality in half and only kept one half. Anger as part of her personality and reaction to grief was discarded when writing her in s2. Even tho she goes through a lot of grieving in s2.

Another example is Isha. Jinx prioritizing family and just chilling? Wanting affectionate interactions with family? Having an easier relationship with a younger family member cos there aren’t any expectations or need to prove anything or gain anyone’s attention? No fear of abandonment/betrayal? She just has this kid who hero worships her and follows her around like a puppy so no stress? No notes. However I have a lot of notes about Jinx’s paranoia and how not normal and possessive and toxic she is about relationships. And I have notes on the generational trauma. Where did all that go? That’s not how ppl work. Living in a messed up society and Silco’s parenting won’t just evaporate like that cos Isha is just so overwhelmingly cute. It’s more likely that Jinx would corrupt the kid. (which you could argue on paper she does cos the kid in the end thought that suicide was dope but why did the narrative frame it as this beautiful thing lol)

And on the topic of fighting Piltover where did “we beat the enforcers with just the four of us imagine what the whole Lanes could do” go? Jinx definitely prioritized family more but she wasn’t neutral or indifferent on the Piltover matter. The enforcers wrong her/hurt her/threaten her family yet again, they kidnapped Isha, and she just acts panicked and sad, but also jokes and quips while on the mission. Where’s the rage and hatred and desire for revenge on the ppl who wronged her? Sometimes it’s just ppl around her being mean or lying or smth, anyone could be her enemy, like Sevika, Silco or Vi, but a lot of the time it’s Piltover, they killed her parents, they were her fathers’ enemies and drove them to hate each other, they chased them as kids and tried to arrest them, they kidnapped and abused Vi in prison all her adolescence, they would have killed Vi so she blew up the whole blockade, Council tried to turn Silco against her and now he’s dead so she bombs them, all her life she can see that the quality of their life is bad bcos of Piltover, she’s in Jayce’s apartment and immediately goes for the sandwich. Jinx doesn’t come off as a very politically/ideologically motivated character but what happened to all her personal beef with Piltover?

They also inexplicably just ceased to write her fucking up all the time. what about her y’know, being a jinx? In s1 even in acts II and III when she is proficient in fighting and bomb-making they still constantly show her being more of a burden and fucking up in other ways. While never explained (which was good) to me it came off as a symptom of trauma and being neurodivergent, like how ADHD kids can’t escape the allegations that they’re lazy, but on a meta level it did make it feel like she was supernaturally cursed. Part of what felt so profound and empowering about s1 finale and her embracing being jinx it that it was her embracing that she’s different (and ‘wrong’ in some ways) and can never live a happy life in the society she lives in and so she lashes out. Now she just chills and nothing ever doesn’t go her way (ig until Isha died but that wasn’t even directly her fault, Isha just acted on her own choice and agency). Suddenly her mental issues don’t exist or get in the way of her socializing and being a part of society. This bigoted, violent and unfair society.

Don’t even get me started on her mannerisms. Remember how she would bite her lip? I’m not sure if she does that even once in s2. “Sister, thought I missed her”??? let Jinx rhyme sometimes and in general say weird shit, not one-liners.

So the only way for the writers to have Jinx do nothing, heal up completely and just chill with a kid in her lair (and really everything else she does (or doesn’t do) this season) is to get rid of half of her personality, the traits that would dictate she take action and feel wrath and lash out/hurt her loved ones in the process.

All of her tragic traits from s1 that made her Jinx were just erased, not changed throughout the course of an arc, absent from the get go, so that they can have her say that Jinx is dead and have it make sense in the context of s2 cos from her very first appearance is s2 this Jinx was devoid of pretty much all of her jinx-y character traits from s1.

[my-castles-crumbling]

pastel - November 15th - jegulus - @stag-microfic - word count: 300

Regulus was not a morning person. He loved the peacefulness and quiet of nights, the way the Earth seemed to still as the sun went down. It made him feel calm and contemplative and almost positive.

Any time before 9am, he felt murdrous.

He was also very clear about that with everyone he met. So he was very confused as to why James Potter was waking him at a 5am on a Saturday.

"Reg! Wake up!"

It was only the third time Regulus had slept in James's dorm. The first time since they'd confessed to Sirius about their relationship. They'd fallen asleep blissfully happy, curled into each other's arms, and Regulus had been quite sure he would be with James Potter forever.

So it was sad, now, that he would have to kill him for this.

"You better be dying," he mumbled, opening one eye a crack to see James standing next to the bed, blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

"No..." James answered, looking a bit put out. "No, I just really want to show you...please?"

And Regulus must have gone soft, because James's excited voice and his hopeful look made him actually get out of bed, even at the atrocious hour. "Alright, what is it?" he asked, trying to keep his voice even.

Smiling, James grabbed his hand and led him to the huge window.

Immediately, Regulus understood.

Outside was the most beautiful sunrise Regulus had ever seen. Pastel pinks and oranges blended into yellows and blues, lighting the sky in a rainbow of colors.

"I just....it was so gorgeous. I wanted to show it to someone gorgeous, you know?" James asked, biting his lip with nerves as he waited for Regulus's reaction.

Wordlessly, Regulus pressed his lips to James's happiness pouring out of him in waves.

"Thank you."