#cly writes

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A pretty strange ask, but... can you write some soft yandere Russia headcanons, please? People mostly imagine him as a very cruel yan, but I think its not close to reality at all. He just wants someone to with him and I highly doubt that he would want to hurt his loved one.

Also, your writing is great! I enjoyed reading everything you wrote, awesome job!

soft yandere russia headcanons

content warning: unhealthy obssessive behaviour, gaslighting, emotional manipulation, violence and mentions of death

thank you for requesting! though this may not be to your expectations, as i'm not the best with yandere content :') also this turned out to be general yandere headcanons for him oops-

At first, you two were total strangers who only ever saw each other at international conferences and meetings. But you began helping him with small things, giving him the slightest well-meaning attention and he is enamored with you. This desperate need for love stemmed from the fact that everyone he’s ever had left him - his sisters, his fellow Soviet members. Russia is a lonely nation.

Stalking. It’s actually impressive how well he does this without being found out despite his big frame. Russia thinks this is actually an act of love.

Isn’t the type to actively spoil you, but will give you anything that he can afford. Once, he ripped out his own heart and hands it to you, fresh and bloodied. He also rips out his other body parts, though mainly organs, such as his liver, lungs and kidneys. Also nearly ripped his own left eye out to give it to you (was fortunately stopped). Russia thinks that it’s a show of devotion, to sacrifice one’s own flesh and blood for one’s partner. While it’s very sweet and all, you wish he didn’t take it so literally…

And you’re absolutely right about him never wanting to hurt his darling - after all, they’re the love of his life! Why would he ever want to make an angel cry? However, he will hurt others who get in the way.

People notice that Russia stops hovering over his “friends” (i.e. Lithuania, Czechia, Latvia), and they take pity on you - Russia’s latest victim. You don’t believe this, because in your eyes, Russia has been nothing but kind to you, and on some degree you felt like you have to take care of him because Russia’s such a poor soul, isolated from the rest of the world, for the world rejects him, and no one deserves to suffer like that. And yet it’s your own kindness that’s your undoing, as Russia only falls even harder every time you show him the tiniest touch of kindness.

Of course, Belarus, too, notices his sudden interest in you, and begins to get suspicious, as she knows that look in his eyes all too well. It’s the same one that she sees every time she looks into the mirror - of longing, of sickly, twisted passion for her beloved. But you? Her darling brother harboring feels for you out of all people?

Belarus seethes with rage, clutching all the hidden blades she has on her body. She is more than ready to slit your throat right then and there. Honestly, Belarus really doesn’t want to waste her time with someone like you, but obstacles were obstacles. Nothing personal.

You begin to notice the strange salty taste in your water. The feeling that you’re being watched at night. Eyes boring holes in your back in the shower. Your clothes going missing, then returned full of scratches, holes and dripping red. This is another downside to having Russia obsessed with you, because you get a 2-in-1 package. Not only you have to deal with one yandere, you get two after you for two very different reasons.

Russia finds out, and does not ignore her like he usually does, no, he yells at Belarus. His voice thunders through the room, and Belarus flinches, but she doesn’t falter. There are tears streaming down her eyes, as she screams at him. Why, why, why, why, why, why, why?

Russia tries his best to control himself, but before he knew it, his sister’s white, porcelain skin has turned into a violent shade of blue. He looks down. His hands were on Belarus’s throat, pinning her against the wall. She claws on his large hands, choking out his name in disbelief.

His heart stops. Russia lets go of his sister, and she crumples down like a rag doll. His mind races a hundred miles, but nothing registers in his mind, not even Belarus’s violent, hacking coughs as she tries to breathe just any bit of air at all in. The entire world seemed spun, and Russia closes the door behind himself - closing off his sister’s cries from the rest of the world.

At times, Russia doesn’t even notice his own behaviour - intimidating others, promising to do… things to them should they interfere with your relationship. You may notice Estonia giving you the cold shoulder after this, along with your close friends, who blabber half-hearted excuses to get away from you.

Hushed voices hang in the air, whispering about how Russia found himself a new toy to chew on and spit out later. Poor thing. They don’t deserve such misery, they don’t deserve to be with such a monster.

There have been several attempts to, ah, warn you of your current predicament. But you’re always left confused of what they were all about, as before the nation could say anything, Russia will always be there. Always. With his usual bright, angelic smile, pressing a soft kiss to your temple and then disappearing along with a nation to have a little talk. The nation never meets your eyes again.

It’s honestly laughable. You reach out to save him from loneliness, and now you were the one facing ostracization. But you don’t know that, do you? All you saw was everyone in your life leaving you - everyone but Russia, who stays and comforts you, just like how you’d come into his life with open arms.

You find yourself staying inside all the time, because what is there outside? Nothing. No one is there anymore. No one but Russia, who comes home every day, always with a welcoming smile for you no matter what he had to endure outside.

He wipes your tears away. It’s just the two of you against the world now. What’s that? A speck of red on his coat? Oh, he was being clumsy and cut himself earlier, there’s no need to worry about that. Just focus on breathing slowly now, you’ll be safe in his arms.

Safe forever.

Thunder boomed. Lightning flashed. Raindrops banged and crashed against the windows, but they were nowhere near as loud as the sound of your heart pounding noisily inside your chest as you tiptoed down the hallway, the gift well-hidden behind your back. Watering them before plucking seemed like a good idea at the time, but now the backside of your shirt was soaking wet.

Your eyes darted around. Just there on Earth was he? The carpet would be drenched if you couldn’t find him soon. Yet you let out a small giggle. The surprised look on his face when you show him would be glorious…

“Доброе утро⁽¹⁾, (Name).”

You shrieked and turned around to see none other than the light-haired man smiling at you sweetly. “Ivan! Good morning to you, too! The, um, weather today’s very… nice… isn’t it?” Forced laughter left your throat.

Russia giggled. “You do know that there is storm outside, да⁽²⁾?”

“I- yes, I do, I- well…” Cat’s out of the bag. No point in trying to hide it anymore. You showed him the flowers, fresh and teeming with life. The vibrant yellow did not fit the solemn atmosphere, where Victorian-esque walls loomed, suffocating you with the dark of the storm.

Russia’s smile faded. You could see the gears in his head turn as his eyes grew bigger and bigger. “Sunflowers,” he said. “My favourite.”

The bouquet shook in your hands. Your eyes trained on the ground. “I grew some for you,” you admitted. “Of course, that may be the reason why they look kind of sad compared to the ones at the flower shops- Actually, thinking back about it, I should’ve bought the sunflowers instead of growing them myself because while doing it yourself makes the gift feel more special, the recipient doesn’t always necessarily want your lousy handmade gift, so- Mmph!”

Russia practically lunged forward to swipe you into a hug. He didn’t seem to mind the flowers getting crushed. “It is the thought that counts, (Name). Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“I…” Warmth flooded your cheeks, and you buried your face into his touch. “Yeah. Thanks, Rus.”

Water from the flowers soaked into the fronts of your shirts, but you couldn’t care less. All that mattered was you being in Russia’s gentle arms. So warm and kind. If only you could stay this way forever…

“(Name)!”

Latvia’s voice echoed through the halls. You looked over to see the small man in the doorway, nearly stumbling over because of the enormous stack of papers in his hands.

“Could you come here for a moment? I need you to fill out these docume-” His eyes widened at the sight of your current situation. “Oh! Good morning, Mr. Russia, I see you’re kind of busy hugging (Name)- Wait, no, nevermind, I’ll leave you two alone!” He scrambled out of sight, papers flying everywhere in the halls.

You tried to move, but Russia’s grip on you suddenly tightened. “Russia…?” Your voice faltered. “The flowers are going to get crushed…”

“Stay with me,” he mumbled.

“But-”

“Please.”

“I’ll give you double the hugs when I finish,” you insisted.

His lips trembled on your neck. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

His embrace only got tighter, like a cage closing on around you, yet you still managed to wiggle out, even just by a bit. “Dip them in water, okay? I’ll be right back.” You gave him a small kiss on the cheek and ran after Latvia.

Russia stood with only your sunflowers to keep him company as he watched your form grow smaller and smaller until you were finally gone. He looked at the gift. Some were crushed beyond recognition, but others were completely fine. These flowers carried the color of joy, the color of warmth, the color of sunshine. The color of your love for him.

He pressed a kiss to the bouquet. Latvia was going to regret this later.

Translations:

⁽¹⁾Доброе утро: Good morning

⁽²⁾да: yes

Last edited: 4/12/2022

[hermesmoly]

okay who the f was Clytemnestra's first husband that was a Lydian king Wikipedia you cannot do this to me

[clyches]

hiiii i hope you’re doing well! i miss u and ur updates, i’ve noticed you’ve been quiet so i thought i’d check in! pls take care of yourself and hopefully we can chat again soon 🥺❤️🫶

hi~ i’m alive ㅋㅋ

SO long story short i got sick for a while so i was dead here... 🤞🤞 my platelet count became low and i became anemic, plus my body was just really weak & i couldn’t even go to school for a week 😞 I’M ALL BETTER NOW (hopefully ㅠㅠ) I’M ALIVE!!! I’M GOINGBTO UPDATE SOON I PROMISE; i just need to catch up on school works and everything and tgylb will be up n running again rahrharah

[sigmundite]

clyhermes go

guess what you get unrepentant sap

Cly’s return is marked by an eager recounting of a phenomena in the far north, where the light dances across the sky of its own volition, painting myriad colors above with no help from magic.

“You’re so eager to tell me about this,” Hermes muses into a blue head of hair, nestled comfortably under his chin.

“Because my love,” Cly replies, “my heart does the same thing when you are near.”

[mxnhoo]

to me. (l. hs)

"where's the trophy? he just comes runnin' over to me." ╰➤ athlete!heeseung x fem!reader ft jay, sunghoon, jake, riki (enha) genre. romance, fluff, basketball (majority of the plot LOL), semi-proofread w/c. 3.6k warnings. mentions of injuries/hospital, giving up on dreams, idk if this needs to be mentioned but a lot of praying cly's note. i tried my very best to recall all the basketball terms from when i still played in a team, and with the olympics taking over my tiktok, i just HAD to write something after seeing all those cute edits. hope ya'll enjoy this one! don't forget to like/reblog/comment if you did<3

now playing : the alchemy - taylor swift

Loud cheers reverberate from every corner of the room, each individual having their own team they were cheering for. The basketball court that centred the huge hall consisting of athletes that were running back and forth, bouncing the basketball and making moves that one could easily miss if you blinked. The athletes had serious expressions on their faces, anyone being able to immediately sense the tension as the game continues to progress. However, even with all the chaos that was happening, your gaze was fixated on one player, and one player only. Your boyfriend, Lee Heeseung.

Your eyes followed him as he sprinted from across the court, skillfully dribbling the ball with his hand as he successfully gets pass his opponents, finding himself open and having the opportunity to shoot a shot. He picked up the ball in his hands and took his shot for the hoop, the ball spinning around the hoop before finally falling in. You stood up in excitement and cheered loudly, the audience surrounding you quickly following and filling the area with loud cheers.

Heeseung, with his right hand dangling in the air after his shot, quickly curled his fingers into a fist and shook it in triumph, feeling proud after being able to help his team earn a point. The camera quickly panned to him, his face appearing in the big screen and he took the opportunity to nod his head and flash a pleased expression. He ran back to his court to defend, and while the opponents were still at the opposite end of the court dribbling towards them, Jay, who was Heeseung's teammate, took the opportunity to fistbump him.

As the opponents quickly approached, Heeseung stood in front of the dribbler, his feet never stepping beyond the 3-pointer line as he held his hands up, observing his opponent's every move and as his opponent quickly passed the ball, Heeseung made an attempt to intercept the pass and it succeeded, allowing him to take hold the ball and he wasted no time to dribble across the court again.

The opponents were quick to respond, and with them blocking Heeseung's way, he passed the ball to Jake who dribbled in, picking up the ball to do an lay-up which was quickly interrupted by his opponent's hand, the ball instantly being blocked and it flew behind Jake, the opponents having the ball again.

The match quickly went on and before you realised, it was already the break period before the last quarter. The scoreboard was currently a 1:2, and nervously glancing at the sidelines, you saw the athletes feeling clearly pressured, their realisations setting in that if they don't buckle up the next quarter, they were going to lose. Your eyes fell on Heeseung who was sitting on the bench, speaking to all of them with a serious expression on his face, probably coaching them. His teammates were all standing up, surrounding him and listening to him attentively as they listened his instructions on what to do next and right before they could finish their discussion, the referee blew his whistle to indicate the start of the next quarter. The different teams did their cheers accordingly before setting foot back into the court.

Heeseung prepared for the jump-ball, staring at the ball that the referee was holding between him and his opponent, and with the whistle blowing, the refereee threw the ball in the air and Heeseung jumped upwards, his hands reaching for the ball and flicking it towards him where Jake was. Jake took hold of the ball and dribbled in, managing to earn a point from a lay-up effortlessly despite the amount of tension he was feeling inside. Jake cried out in relief, his faith slowly crawling back to him as he managed to start off the quarter well for his team.

Points have been earned multiple sides from the two different teams, and currently, the opponents were ahead by 6 points. There were only 6 minutes left, and features of worry were taking over your featuresas many 'what-if''s filled your head. What if something goes wrong? What if Heeseung's hand starts to hurt again? What if he gets injured again? What if they don't win this quarter? Will they manage to do it? What if they don't win?

You bit your lip as you carefully watched the match, your fingers fidgeting as you aggressively rubbed the top of your thumbnail. The loud cheering that filled the entire hall slowly start to disappear as your head starts to get filled with the different thoughts. Your eyes that were fixated on Heeseung watched his every move, realising his serious expression as he observed the opponent, and you glanced at his right hand that was slightly shaking.

You recalled the moment when he had badly injured his right hand a few years back, how there were many sleepless nights in the hospital because the boy fractured his hand, leaving everyone worried that he possibly wouldn't be able to ball again for the rest of his life. You prayed every single night, shed so many tears, begged for a miracle to magically happen that he would just be okay again. That he can have the chance to achieve his dreams again.

The best day of your life, other than Heeseung asking you out a little before he got injured, was when the doctor announced that Heeseung would be just fine, but that he needed a year to fully recover, and that he wouldn't be able to play basketball the same way he used to. You remember the grief-striken expression on Heeseung's face when he found out, recalling those nights when he silently cried to himself which shattered your heart, but he never gave up, working hard constantly and earning himself an opportunity to play basketball again on his dream stage.

You recalled the days he had to practically re-learn basketball with his left hand, the journey becoming even more difficult since his left hand wasn't his dominant hand, but he was determined. He always woke up early to go to the gym, working out to achieve his ideal physique and then played basketball afterwards with his mates, using his right hand as minimally as possible.

You recalled one night when you and Heeseung were on a basketball date out, you in his jersey and him in his tank top, both of you just continuously doing bounce passes to each other as you both walked and looked into each other's eyes. The sun has set, the only source of light from the post lights in the court, and it was starting to get chilly. The cold breeze blew onto your faces and your hair lightly flowed in the air, and Heeseung gave you a smile that you'd never get tired of.

You both talked about random topics, whether it was about controversial questions such as "M&M or Skittles", or if it was about serious topics. One thing you'll never forget from that night was the sight of his exasperated look when he asked you, "Do you think I even have a chance?" while doing a hard bounce pass to you, the sound of the ball bouncing being the only thing that could be heard. He never specified what he meant, but you already knew.

He never admitted it, but you could tell that he was so close to giving up, and upon hearing his question, you immediately set the ball to the floor and walked to him, opening your arms and bringing him into a warm embrace.

It was an embrace he never knew he needed so much. An embrace of comfort, an embrace of reassurance. It's honestly pretty heartbreaking when it seems like you can't professionally play a sport you dedicated your entire life to. His whole world was crashing down.

You gently patted his back as you felt him cry out, nuzzling his face into your shoulders as you felt his tears on your skin. You hated to see him like this, you hated to see him so helpless and unfaithful.

"I know you'll make it," you speak up after a moment of silence, still continuing to pat his back slowly. "I'll always be here, Hee, I'm always supporting you."

That was the day you realised that it wasn't just his journey, it was a shared journey between the two of you. You pulled him up from his dark moments, and the bond between the two of you only depeened.

From that day on, Heeseung started to take trainings even more seriously, all while still taking care of his right hand, and you could see him drastically improve, whether it was his faith that he could achieve his dreams, his hand condition, or his skills in basketball in general.

You were so proud of him, and you never once gave up on him. And now you were watching your boy kill it on his dream stage, though you were worried something could happen to him again. Your teeth sunk hard onto your bottom lip until it formed a cut, but the pain didn't even register until you heaved a sigh of relief as your boyfriend scores another lay-up. 4 points gap.

All is good so far. They were closing the gap, and they had a chance to win. Everything is going well.

However, the sense of relief quickly crashed down as you looked at the clock and realised there was only about 4 minutes and 38 seconds left, panic starting to grow in you again. Everything was happening so quickly, you didn't even want to blink and your eyes were starting to dry out. You grabbed the waterbottle that was placed beside you and opened the cap, gulping down on it as you kept your eyes fixated on the ball, your eyes following it as it constantly gets passed from player to player.

Your breathing starts to pace up as you feel the anxiety inside you accumulate. Heeseung dribbles the ball, trying to strive in for a lay-up until the opponent brutally knocks into him onto the ground. You gasped loudly and stood up, your hand flying to your mouth as the crowd let out loud multiple "oooh" and "ahh"'s. The referee instantly blew his whistle and announced that there was a foul, giving Heeseung the opportunity to get 2 free-throws.

At this point, you didn't even care that Heeseung had the opportunity to score extra points to close the gap. You were only worried if he had gotten hurt in any way, watching as his teammates help him up from the ground and how his hand shakes more aggressively than earlier. You slowly sat back down on your seat, biting your lip and even tasting your own blood as you placed the palms of your hand together, almost as if you were praying to God that everything would be okay.

The camera panned to Heeseung who stood behind the free-throw line, bouncing the ball on the spot as he stares at the basketball net intensely, mentally taking his aim. His teammates and opponents all stared at him intensely, this nerve-wrecking moment possibly being a game-changer. The timer stopped, allowing Heeseung to take his own time to score, and as he picked up the ball, he shot his shot, his right hand dangling in the air.

One shot in. 3 points gap.

Everyone around you cheered and you felt the tension inside you ease down, realising that if he could still shoot just fine, he was probably okay and a small smile appeared on your face, praying for the best for his next shot. If he makes this shot, the gap between the two different teams would only be 2 points, and there was a high chance for them to be able to tie this quarter, and maybe even score more points than the other team if all goes well.

The room grew quiet, everyone staring at Heeseung as he bounces the ball once again, his eyes on the hoop as he takes aim once again, bringing the ball to his face just slightly below his eyes, and he takes his shot again, the ball going in and the number on the scoreboard for his team going up. Everyone cheered and you stood up again, bringing your hands to cover your face as you felt emotional. Your boyfriend was going to achieve his dreams of winning, you just know it, and you were going to be there to experience this achievement with him.

2 points to close the gap. 2 points until his dreams could possibly come true.

Heeseung roared out loud, looking at the camera once again, showing a rock hand gesture to the camera which you knew damn well was directed to you. You and him always enjoyed doing the rock hand gesture to tell each other "I love you" in sign language. You could see people in your peripheral vision mirroring Heeseung's hand gesture, and your heart warms up as you eventually do the same.

With the last 4 minutes and few seconds remaining, you can immediately feel the change in atmosphere. If the atmosphere was fierce earlier, you could say this one was suffocatingly intense. In the last few minutes, getting an opportunity to score was getting increasingly impossible and your worry returns once again, all the thoughts washing over you. You knew he could do it, you knew he had the skills to do it, but with the clock running, you'd hate to admit that your brain is starting to have second thoughts.

Since the quarter scoreboard was still a 1:2, if they win this quarter, the game would be tied and the game masters would then look at the total number of points scored. In the first quarter, Hee's team won with 34 points. Second quarter, the opponents won with 42 points, and 23 on the next. So this means the opponents currently have a total of 65 points, and if Hee's team is going to win, they'd need a total of 66 points, which also means 32 points alone in this quarter.

You looked at the current scoreboard, noticing how their current scores were a 30:32. 2 more points to catch up, and 3 more to take the lead and secure their win.

The fourth minute passes by, the ball being aggressively passed across the court and fought for.

The third minute passes by, and up till now none of the teams score. Your hands aggressively fidget against each other, and the audience grew silent, attentively watching as the match progresses.

The second minute, the opponents almost manage to score a lay-up, but Riki managed to block and get the rebound, managing to pass the ball to Sunghoon who dribbed swiftly across the court.

The last minute. The last minute for any magic to happen. Up till now, no teams have scored, and the supporters for the opponent team have basically relaxed in their seats, being sure that their team have secured their win already. You remained silent, along with the other supporters and you felt sweat trickle down your temple. Your breathing slowed down as your eyes flickered from player to player.

It was so evident that all the players were tired, and that they just wanted for everything to be over, and when you looked at Heeseung, the exhausted expression on his face broke your heart. He brushed his damp hair back with his hand, wiping his forehead with his jersey as he observed the opponent approaching him, preparing to make an attack.

30 seconds.

The opponent managed to dribble past him, catching Heeseung off-guard and causing him to fall on his butt. Your face turned sour as you watched the scene unfold in front of your very eyes, watching how the opponent picks up the ball to do a lay-up while Heeseung was still on the ground.

25 seconds.

Jake jumps in front of the opponent, successfully jumping the ball from going in and the ball flew to the air, all the athletes eyeing the ball and finding every opportunity to get the rebound. Sunghoon jumped into the air and took the ball, an opponent running up to him in an attempt to snatch the ball away.

20 seconds.

Sunghoon and the opponent continue to snatch, Sunghoon yelling out that he needed someone to be open, and Jake immediately responded to his call, stepping into an area where there were no defenders. Sunghoon successfully wins the ball, and passes the ball to Jake, and you could see Heeseung standing back up to his feet, his state so obviously weakened.

15 seconds.

Jake now has the ball, and he dribbles across the court. Heeseung was still at the opposite end of the court, at the brink of fainting as his teammates try their damn best to score at least another shot. Jake was frantically blocked by the opponents, not having any opportunities to strive in or shoot, so he tries to find anyone open to pass to.

"Heeseung! C'mon!" Jake calls out, immediately causing Heeseung to snap back and run towards the other court where all the other athletes were.

10 seconds.

Heeseung runs outside the 3-pointer line, holding his hands up for Jake to pass the ball to him, but one of the opponents constantly block the pathway between Jake and Heeseung, making it difficult for Heeseung to be able to receive the ball. However, there was a moment when the opponent let his guard down, allowing Jake to successfully pass the ball to Heeseung.

5 seconds.

Heeseung, standing outside the 3-pointer line, takes his last chance to shoot his shot, praying that this shot makes it.

Everyone remained silent, their eyes watching the ball.

The sounds of the ball perfectly falling in between the hoop echoed through the whole hall, and the ball bouncing on the ground after the shot was the only thing that could be heard.

They did it. They won.

33:32. Quarter scores were a 2:2, but with the points accumulated, they won.

The referee blew his whistle to indicate the end of the quarter, and he announced, "Winning team, ENHA!".

All his teammates cheered, and you couldn't believe it. Your jaw dropped, and you could feel tears forming in your eyes from how elated you felt. You watched Heeseung, observing as he scans the crowd, and as he spots you, his face immediately lighting up with a wide grin. He's now walking towards you.

Walking. Jogging. He's running. Running to you, sprinting, even.

You subconsciously walk towards him on the bleachers, watching him approach you behind the railings and once he was at close proximity, he opened his arms and embraced you. Embraced you so tightly you felt like you were going to explode. You hugged him back with the same amount of tightness, feeling the tears escape your eyes, having no words to explain how jubilant you felt. You both exchanged no words, but he knew how proud you were of him. Multiple reporters surround him, holding their cameras to him to take photos of him and capture the moment between the two of you. He pulled back from the hug to immediately cup your cheeks and pull his lips to yours.

You cried into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer, and he kissed you so passionately. His mouth moved in such a slow rhythm, taking his time to enjoy how perfect your lips were on his, how you complemented him so well. You felt your heart pick up the pace, almost feeling like it was going to explode, and you immediately felt blood rush to your cheeks. Loud cheers could be heard from every corner of the room, but with his lips on yours, the sounds gradually started to fade, the only thing that mattered being you and Heeseung.

Heeseung didn't experience this win alone, he experienced it with you.

He pulled back from the kiss, resting his forehead on yours as he intensely looks into your eyes to form eye contact and he gives you his cheeky smile. "I did it. We did it, love."

"You did it," you look at him as tears continue to flow out of your eyes, caressing his cheek and he laughs at how emotional you were. He used both of his thumbs to wipe your tears, cupping your jaw as he gives you the smile that made you fall in love with him

"We.. did it. I couldn't have done this without you, love," he stares at you, his eyebrows arching upwards as he gives you his cute pout. The way he emphasised 'We' didn't go unnoticed, and you laugh, leaning in closer and your noses touch, closing your eyes as you give him the biggest smile.

"I'm so proud of you baby, hope you know that." "I know that very well." "Anyways, what're you doing with me? You should go celebrate with your teammates," you chuckled, and your chest felt fuzzy at how the first thing he did was run to you. "I don't need to," he retorts. "What about your trophy, baby?" you pouted. "The only trophy I need is already here with me."

You chuckled at how cheesy he sounded, opening your eyes only to be met with his serious gaze.

"I'm being serious, Y/N, you're the only thing I could care about at this moment," he confessed. You felt butterflies fill your stomach as your hands playfully smack his chest. "Thank you Heeseung, for winning." "I love you," he blurts out, which catches you off-guard but you laughed at how genuine he was. "I love you more."

And he pulled you into another kiss to celebrate his victory.

cly's tmi. before this song trended on tiktok and the olympics started, my friend and i had already talked about this song and i've been wanting to write about it for like.. 3 months now. i'm so happy i finally managed to do it, and can i just talk about how SWEET this song is? i don't really listen to taylor swift much but this song hits so hard.

[absolutelybifurious]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers! Spread the self-love 💞

ahhh thank you so much for this!!!! also thanks @inell for the same ask!!

i've been terrible with these tag things this week! but! i love them and i really wanted to do this one because yeah. i have 2 series that make up most of my 911 fics, so if i did it by series i would literally only have five so i'll pick the fics i like from those i guess.

man i really need to write fewer series.

can't tell where you end (and i begin) - this is prob my favorite thing ive written. it's a fic where buck watches eddie dance and gets heart-eyes about it and things developpp. it's just fluff/smut and i love it!

better than revenge - this was my first 9-1-1 fic and its essentially just buck laying eddie out on a pool table in a public bar under the very weak guise of making tommy jealous

take me home (to my heart) - this one's my most popular fic by a lot lol. inspired by lesbianrobin's tumblr post. maddie/eddie are in a bad car wreck and have to work together to not die, while buck and chimney collectively lose their marbles. my favorite thing about this fic is how many people are like this feels like an actual episode of the show when the entire time i was like god this is so factually bad, this is so unrealistic. which. honestly. that tracks.

cancelling the apocalypse - this is the pacrim au, which i'll steal cly's words here - is kinda more like a kaiju-inspired sci fi au that focuses a lot more around drifting and what it does to a mind pacrim did. but anyway, its still a wip and long but i have 70k written on it at this point so hopefully it'll be finished in a couple weeks. also honestly this is my fave thing i've written for this fandom but it's a lot more self-indulgent and less like... palatable? maybe?

a rose by any other name is a scandal - this is the last fic in my infideleddie/buckfidelity series. it's canon post s7 and mostly a lot of angst and buck trying to undo his screw-ups while eddie falls apart completely.

anyway, this fandom has made me deranged about writing. so. hopefully i'll come up with some more ideas once s8 starts and i have more of a pool to rank. anyways thanks again for the ask!

[pikapitou]

for the writing questions: 5, 8, 29, 37!

helloooooo cly. whoaaa this ended up long

5. Share one of your strengths. hmmmmmm I think I'm pretty good at capturing a character's emotional reality in a restrained but effective way. I always try to convey emotion without over-stating anything, either by grounding emotions in physical/physiological reactions or by stating an observation point-blank in the pov and leaving it up to the reader to fill in the blanks of what they're feeling. some of my favourite feedback is when ppl say that they felt exactly what the characters did/had the same physical reaction. once someone said I gave them an actual stomach ache I was soooo honoured lmao.

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

“Yeah, um.” Buck’s eyes are stuck on Eddie’s, wide and searching like he might be able to figure out Eddie’s reaction before he says anything. “Chim was telling me that, uh, now that you have—me, you can work more because you trust me to be there for Chris.” Fucking Chim. Eddie opens his mouth but Buck barrels on, “And—and I want that. I want to do that for you. But, I—I also—” He ducks his head and takes a sharp breath, steeling himself. Then he looks up. “I want to help with money,” he says, expression lit with determination.

"I want to help with money" scene from baby birch you will alwaysss be famous. this warm early-morning moment so steeped in love, breakfast on the table and buck offering up everything eddie's ever wanted, and underneath it all is eddie's dread-guilt-anxiety. I also think I captured buck's voice and mannerisms so well that's my guyyyy!! I love writing his heart-on-his-sleeve and his long, stumbling sentences...... 29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose? not exactly a sequel, but when I finished Live and (Don't) Let Die I was like I want to read about them being off-putting and freaky and crazy and sick to the stomach from five minutes apart foreverrrrr. I'd love to write something playing further into everyone around them being uncomfortable and honestly kind of concerned about them, because wow. they are soooo scary codependent. buck and eddie should start doing blood transfusions for fun 37. Talk about your current wips. I haven't been writing much lately but circling around in my mind currently are. 1. working title 'california poppies', this short glance-of-blinding-sunlight vignette of shannon's mother dying and shannon realising that from the very beginning she was never going to go back to eddie and christopher, so it doesn't matter what's left in california or what's left of her. 2. working title 'figures', this non-chronological series of moments eddie remembers where he Didn't/Wouldn't/Couldn't Say Something bc it felt too dangerous or destructive or weighty, while everyone's waiting for buck to wake up in the hospital. I want this one to be. very confusing and vague and floaty. my recent waiting room experiences have truly prepared me....... 3. presumed deaddie buck being basically catatonic with grief yayyyy 4. cattails......... this one will almost certainly never get done. mainly bc I only write it when I'm upset and since I truly believe eddie is getting out I don't think I will be able to tap into that well. but for all of these - we'll see!

[menelaiad]

do you have any Menelaus n Clytemnestra friendship hcs 👀

YEAH.

i think they were supposed to get married. and helen was going to go to aga. but their dynamics didn't work and they had to do the suitor thing to keep people happy anyway so like. just let them choose. and they chose the opposite of what tyndareus originally set up.

they're both very tall. menelaus is taller, but cly is tall for a woman of her time. idk. that's just something they have in common, which is sweet.

they're very. quiet. menelaus is just naturally submissive, cly not so much but sometimes she is just happy to sit. and listen. so honestly? they will escape their noisy and energy-consuming partners with each other. to just sit. in silence. and recharge.

i have a strong HC that menelaus loves birds. is just a bird dude. i like to think cly indulges him. she has strong maternal energy to like to just indulge menelaus' quirks and stuff is something she is happy to do. does she understand anything he's saying? probably not.

cly has a strong 'teacher' personality and menelaus likes to learn. (there is an element of aga that is like 'i know everything already') so considering she is a princess and well educated for the time, i think she teaches menelaus stuff. or at the very least, talks about stuff he doesn't know and he absorbs it.

in the same vein, perhaps she taught him to read or write a little.

clytemnestra finds menelaus very endearing. he's a little too ...... soft for her own personal tastes, but she can see the appeal of him to a potential wife. she notices that he is kinder and quieter and more gentle than most of the men around him.

similarly, cly kind of intimidates menelaus. she has aerope energy and i feel he can see that. he's not scared of her and he doesn't begrudge her having a voice or influence as a woman. she's just very mature and serious (in comparison to helen, at least) and whilst that's not what he wants in a wife, he can see why she's so alluring. she's incredible and very pretty!

menelaus creeps around clytemnestra after helen leaves. he clearly blames himself. and he feels like cly will hate him. for either not loving her sister enough or y'know is she in danger going to troy?! ... but cly doesn't. she's worried, ofc. but she knows menelaus' past and he always struck her as a man to try. when menelaus goes to mycenea to tell aga what's happened, he stays there for a time and she comforts him. eases him. they spend time together and talk.

when menelaus goes to troy he leaves hermione at mycenea. and i feel he does that cause he's seen what a great mother cly is (this is pre-iphi remember) and he trusts her wholeheartedly with his baby. his miracle lil girl. thats huge praise. and i feel like cly is really touched by that.

he's sad when he heard whats happened between cly and his brother. it's an awful situation all round for him and i think he just feels heartbreak. he still blames himself for troy and this all stems from that and he's lost two people that matter to him and i feel he's lost for a while. but i don't think his grief is SOLELY for aga. he even tells orestes that he wanted to come back from egypt and embrace aga AND his wife.

menelaus cares about cly. a lot. because his brother does and off her own merit.

[sluttedoutforlasquadra]

A Pete and Clyde interraction thats been living up in my empty cavern of a head.. This is shitily written but I dont care. Live laugh Lipshitz. (Clyde has a speech impediment, specifically a stutter- so I will be writing with it)

Clyde: I-im Cly-cl... Im Clyde. Its uhh- nice to.. me-meet yyy-you-

Pete: Clyde like- Clyde Kilgore??? No way man-

Clyde: U-u-uhm.. what do you me-mean by thhh-that???

Pete: Oh well my brother- Ted fucking HATES your brother so.. I know you by proxy kinda-

Richie: PeTes brother is just jealous because Andrew sTole his girl. iT is very patheTic.

[thehollowwriter]

Finn Fic Sneak peak!

I'm currently writing anothet story with Finn and figured I'd share a bit. I chose a part that gives you a sense of what the story is but it doesn't reveal too much. It hasn't been edited either so it may change slightly in the final (and also probably full of spelling mistakes 💀)

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"Right." Azul's voice was flat. "I do have just the charm for your... tank. However as payment I'll need-"

His sentence was cut short by the ringing of his phone and he sighed.

"My apologies." Azul said, brow furrowing at the name of the caller. "I have to take this."

He stood up and made his way to stand just outside the door, half listening to the response of "it's all good, I gotta make a cool too!", before answering.

"Jade." Azul's tone was biting. "You know not to call me during work hours. What in Twisted Wonderland do you want?"

"Yeah... making the deal now... yeah he said he's got it.."

Azul shifted slightly, pressing the phone closer to his ear, trying to ignore Clys's own phonecall.

"It's Finn." Jade's voice soft and tinted with worry. "He didn't come to the Art Gallery tonight. He won't answer his phone. No one knows where he is. Is he with you?"

Any disdain drained from Azul and his grip on the phone tightened. "No he's... he's not here."

Jade made an uncharacteristic noise that sounded almost like a whine.

"Oh this is..." A sudden pause and the muffled sound of Jade calling to someone. "I found someone who said they saw him hours ago, please excuse me."

Jade stopped talking but did not hang up. Azul was unable to hear what was he was saying to that someone due to the sound of Clys talking.

"Yeah, give me the update. It's fine, he had to take a call, he ain't here."

"Azul," Jade's voice was louder now, steady but laced with... with panic? "Azul, one of the staff said Finn arrived on time but was redirected to another room by someone who wasn't meant to be there at all. Nobody saw him leave but he's not in the building anymore. Azul, I think he's been..."

TBC~

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A/N: Hope you guys liked this tiny snippet! Idk when the whole fic will be finished by hopefully it's sometime soon!

Tagging: @krenenbaker @distant-velleity @jaylleoo14 @minteasketches @officialdaydreamer00

@the-banana-0verlord

[sukirichi]

SUKI SUKI SUKI !! good evening, cly’s here, y’know what that means: PART 3 of my rambles <3

disregarding the ending, this chapter made me really happy :(( it made me feel a little spark of hope that maybe all will be alright, you know? it gave me some sort of peace after this incredibly stressful weeks of mine 😭 to be fair, the whole story just gives me sanctuary for an hour or so as i take my time reading it. whether i’m outside or sitting in the comfort of my home, your writing never fails to let me escape a reality i’d rather not face 🥹

ANYWAY regarding the ending tho, i was already thinking that rin was too good to be true omfg 😭😭 it was stressing me out like girl pls look under his bed or something because i cannot be trusting his ass after all the shit he put our girl y/n thru 😒😒😒 i can’t rly complain much about the start and middle tho bcs it all really made me happy </3 i js kept thinking like WHAT IF there was an alternate universe where everything was so peaceful and dtd was js pure fluff 🥰 BUT no suki said no 💔

&& excuse me i initially suspected that the pastries were messed with but ig we’ll never know

i already had a weird feeling that something was up when the housewarming party started bc hello, wdym she’s looking sick and having cravings AND I KNEW I WAS RIGHT!!! IM NEVERRRR WRONG oh god i want to see rin’s face after all this, then i just want to slap him sort of idk ACTUALLY I HAVE A THEORY!! HEAR ME OUT (i’ll sound delusional for this but idc 😞), what if rin and iris actually DID broke up,, ig a little farfetched but what if rin avoiding iris for y/n made him wake up a bit and yk, he fully committed to it,, so what if the father ISN’T rin and maybe it’s iris’ way of trying to stay in the royal family? either pretending that it was rin’s or omi’s 🤔🤔 LIKE THAT’S THE FUTURE HEIR RIGHT THERE!! EITHER ONE’S CHILD ARE VALUABLE OMFG?!? like the obvious conclusion here is that rintarou’s the father, but what if he isn’t and she’s pregnant with another man OR WHAT IF SHE’S PREGNANT AND ANOTHER BROTHER IS THE FATHER OH MY GOD cly galaxy brain frfrfr

i need to see what’s next n i hope y/n can still find peace in that house, i don’t want it to be short lived sigh 😞 anw THANK U FOR THE CHAPTER SUKI I ATEEEE IT UP 🙏🙏🙏

hi hi, always happy to hear your rambles !! and aaww wait that’s so sweet ! ik dtd can be a heavy read because it has angst and lots of drama but to hear you say my writings feel like a sanctuary... i can’t think of a bigger compliment, i’m a little in awe 🥹🫶🏻 ALSO OMG i think about this a lot too like what if in an alternative universe, tobio has become a pro volleyball player and let go of his title to pursue his passion, akaashi has also dropped his titles to live a simple life in the kingdom helping the people, iris never existed LMAO and kiyoomi is happily curled up in the swings on his porch at itachiyama while he reads a book and rinyn were happily married 🥹

YES couldn’t have said it better myself but either one’s child would be just as valuable bcos they’re both princes so if iris really did use her pregnancy as leverage, she’d have secured her future alr 🥲 OH NO ANOTHER BROTHER? i can’t see any of the other princes wanting iris like that but... i think if atsumu had like seven shots and was drunk out his mind, he might give it a go. anyways thank you so much !! i appreciate the time you took to send me this message and am always looking forward to hearing everyone’s theories + thank you SO MUCH for the support and kind words. means the world to me, truly 🥺🌷

[triplechain]

Tell me about the triple chain? Do you have several equivalents of each hero in one chain or are there three separate ones traveling through time?

Three separate chains traveling through time, all with unique heroes!

The "Main Chain" is just the chain in LinkedUniverse as it stands: Time, Twilight, Warriors, Hyrule, Legend, Four, Wind, Wild, and Sky.

"Chain 2" is really only called a "chain" in the loosest sense considering there's only one person named Link, but it's named the same for consistency. Tri, Tre, Trois, Cly, Apri, Rhythm(the only Link), Skid, Yves, Trill, Horse, and Cent make up the team. Initially the Tri-Force Trio, Cly, and Apri were one team (though Cly was a later addition because he went through a portal and gained sentience, oops), with Rhythm, Skid, Yves, and Trill being another. Cent tagged along with the first group out of interest in Cly, and Horse joined last cause they needed a horse and Tre made friends with her =)

"Chain C" was the original nickname for the last group, cause "c stands for many things; canon(Spirits), cartoon, CDi, cereal--" and it wasn't supposed to be a thing at first. until I made Spoons to spite my friend and then let things expand from there. Shields, Spoons, Koridai, Peter Pancho III, Rus, Holpar, Spirits, Landon, and Riptide are part of the team. Chain C formed in duos: Shields & Spoons, Koridai & Peter Pancho III, Rus & Holpar, and Spirits & Landon. Riptide was already Spirits's companion seagull and probably knows how to drive the train. They all end up meeting in New Hyrule, joining one duo at a time to ride the train, and work together to defend it from an attack.

The closest there are to equivalents of the same hero are the members that are technically based on a Link with a pre-existing counterpart (mostly Rus, Spoons, and Holpar, but also Tre and Spirits to an extent depending on how much you consider TFH and ST canon to Legend and Wind)

Eventually they're all gonna meet up. one of these days. whenever I get around to writing it or drawing it @~@

[clyches]

Hii hope ur doing well!!

hii 🥹 i’m sorry, i was just going through a lot recently and i couldn’t find it in me to update :( so for that, i’m apologizing if around the ending the writing seems so half-assed hshajda thank u for the patience everyone, i’m here now!

[theblindhag]

Blind affection

I've seen some people write fics with blind yns and i thought " i'll write one thats accurate to my blindness" so i did enjoy :)

“Ok so explain to me again, what’s happening and why do I have to help you prepare?” Clyde questioned laying on his crush’s bed as she digs through her closet.

“For the fifth time we are going to a THEMED restaurant for the theatre club's closing night dinner and I need an outfit that fits ‘subtly rich’.” Rose exclaimed in exhaustion as she holds dresses towards Clyde waiting for him to respond with the colours of each of them.

“Left is an emerald green and right is a cinnamon brown, any dress you wear will be perfect though so I don't know why you’re asking me to help you, I'm not even in the show.” He says. Rose takes a moment to process the quick compliment, she turns toward the closet with a light blush as she places the dresses in their rightful places and begins the search for the dress she had in mind.

“I need your help cause I know my sister won't help and my mum is at work, hence why you are here. Can you pass me my phone? It’s still too dark in this closet, we need to get a brighter light or something.” Clyde smiles at the chance to help her, picking up the phone from next to him. It lights up showing a candid picture of himself and Rose, who is in her costume from yesterday’s show. 

In the picture Clyde is holding Rose’s bag while guiding her out of the theatre into the dark, moon lit parking lot. She is struggling to hold a bouquet of flowers he gifted her with her free arm, fully trusting him to safely guide her as opposed to her usual cane in her bag. 

“Am… am I your lock screen?” He grins knowing she can't talk her way out of this one.

“NO! Yes…? You weren't supposed to see that!” She snatches the phone out of his hand in a flustered hurry. “Go get changed, you’ll need to help me soon so may as well take the chance to use the bathroom while it's free.” She changes the topic in an attempt to calm her racing heart after her embarrassing response. Clyde picks up his bag and goes to change for the dinner while Rose, using her phone as a flashlight searches for her dress. 

Once Clyde is dressed in a suit and tie he sits on Rose’s bed while she changes into the chosen dress for the night. He looks around her neat and brightly lit room noticing the polaroid photos on the wall all having bold writing on sticky notes beneath each stating the day each was taken, many of them had him in them and the sticky notes each have a small smiley face next to the date. He quickly sits on the bed again hearing Rose returning to her room.

“Ok, uh huh, yes i’ll take my sunglasses just in case.” She walks in talking on the phone, she’s wearing a baby blue dress that sits just above the knees with a low square neckline that flares out from the waist.  “Cly’s there so i wont be alone, no mum we’re not- Love you too, bye.” His heart flutters violently hearing the rarely used nickname, he watches her walk over to the bed and lay down with her body laying ontop of his own.

“Get off me! Don't you have more stuff to do?” he lightly nudges her with no intention to push her off but enough for her not to see the growing blush on his face.

“No you're comfy and I’m tired from putting this dress on.” she sighs, turning her head resting it on his shoulder looking at him, smirking when she notices his bright red face.

“You can do a whole musical but a dress is where you draw the line?”

“The zipper was stuck ok! I didn’t want to annoy you by making you help me with everything.” Rose shifts her body to get up but Clyde lightly grabs her hand drawing her attention to him. 

“Helping you doesn't annoy me! I like helping you, like right now! We have half an hour and you still want to do your makeup and hair, right? I'll do your hair and you do the makeup.” He quickly says as he pulls her up, carefully and playfully shoves her towards the mirror where her makeup is scattered across the floor ready to be used.

“And what makes you qualified to do my hair?” Rose smirks, pulling up a facade to cover the butterflies going wild in her stomach, now sitting and starting her makeup.

“Having sisters, being your super awesome best friend, fixing your hair everytime after you wear sunglasses? Now what do you want me to do?”

“Whatever you think looks the best, Cly! Besides, it's not like I can fully see it anyways.” He laughs at her joke and begins to pull her hair into two braids. For the next few minutes they are comfortably quiet, the only noise is the soft music playing from Rose’s phone.

“And done! What do you think, is it all even?” She announces turning to show her work to a softly smiling Clyde, having finished her hair, he sat watching her do her makeup. He picks up a makeup brush and taps her shoulder, she moves making space for him to sit on the floor next to her.

“I'm gonna touch your face, ok? The eyeliner is a little uneven” He quietly said while sitting down next to her. She hums in acknowledgement and silently pleads herself to not blush through her foundation and expose her badly hidden crush. Clyde cleans up her makeup, enjoying the chance to help her and show his feelings for her in a subtle way. He takes his time making sure it is perfect, though he thinks anything she does or wears is perfect, but Rose is a perfectionist when it comes to things others can see.

She has been a perfectionist for as long as she's been alive, even more so to prove people wrong about her blindness and Clyde has been there to help prove others wrong every step of the way. He loved that about Rose, her playful confidence and sarcastic remarks.

“Finished! And it is… 7 pm we gotta go, ready?” He quickly sits up picking up her purse and cane, grabbing her sunglasses and putting them in her purse as well. Rose stands collecting her purse and cane from his outstretched hand and leaves her room going towards the front door to get to Clyde’s car.

“I don’t want to be late, Come on!!!” she excitedly exclaims as Clyde opens the front door and taps Rose’s arm offering his arm to guide her to the car. She takes it even though she knows she can walk to the car herself she takes the opportunity to grab his arm and enter his car.

They sit in the car, turn on their playlist and leave for the restaurant.

[mxnhoo]

mwah! (k. sn)

ˋ "just bored, nothing else" ࿐ྂ ⁀➷ kim sunoo x reader genre : bro is your bestfriend, bestfriends to lovers (kinda..), inspired by that one sunoo live LOL, not proofread, kiss kiss kiss w/c : ~2.1k cly's note : finally back with something! god guys i'm so fucking sorry for being so inactive. i know i promised that i'd release my hyunjin fic very soon but i just had to write something else to get me back to writing altogether yknow? i hope you guys like this one, im insanely rusty and my kissing scenes are NAWT IT, but regardless hope ya'll enjoy it. wrote this all in one sitting, my ass hurts, if you enjoyed it, please do reblog like and comment! ANYWAYS GN.

border isn't made by me, credits to cafekitsune

The doorbell rang and you raised your eyebrows, looking at everything in sight as you patiently wait for the door to swing open. And it does after a while, and your bestfriend was heavily panting, his posture slightly slouched as he processed that you were here. "You're.. here," he managed to voice out through his heavy panting and you give him a small smile while your eyes lit up at him, "I am".

"Come in, kept you waitin', sorry," he spoke in short sentences, his voice still breathless as he stepped aside from the door, making space for you to walk in and you nod, stepping foot into his house and now being hit with the unfamiliar scent of his apartment. His new apartment. Sunoo had recently moved, and he invited you over because he wanted to show you around his house, catch up with you, y'know, stuff like that.

He was your best friend for a while, a few years, and as much as you admire him as a friend, you also wanted him real bad. Like reeal bad. He has stolen your heart since the first time you saw it and the boy's completely clueless about it, everything he does to you leaving you to question if he did it on purpose to hint something or if he was just being clueless.

He'd always invited you over to his house to hang, play games, stuff like that, but with him moving and his academic workload accumulating, he had been busy and had lesser time to see you, and today was finally the day you could see him after a few weeks. You glanced at the boy who watched you walk in and took the opportunity to ruffle his golden hair, voicing out a "How have you been?".

He smiles at you and slowly closes the front door behind you and locking it. "Good, just been a bit stressful lately, 'bout you?". You turned back to the sight of his new apartment, the same paintings that were hung on a different wall and old furniture that blended in with some new furniture you've never seen before.

"Great. Seems like you've finished moving in, how's it like so far?" you question, walking in more towards the living room, now setting yourself on the couch and looking at the light that was hanging above you.

"Been amazing so far! It gets tough without mama sometimes, but I can cope," he follows you but stands in front of you instead of sitting himself down, "Could I get you anything? Apple juice, orange, water". He remains silent before continuing, "Probably an apple juice right? Your favourite."

Your gaze fixates on him from the hanging lights, the image of him in your brain being refreshed as you took view of his facial features, his blonde hair slightly messy and his lips looking plump and kissable as ever. His lips slightly agape as he eventually started to catch his breath and his eyes looking down on you. You gulp at this sight of him, you almost forgot how beautiful looked and before you could go into a daze about how attractive he looked, you slowly nodded your head, a small smile forming on your face as he recalled your favourite joke, even if it was normal for best friends to remember these types of things.

"Okay, gotcha." was the last thing he said before walking towards his refrigerator. Your eyes followed his every move, the way he opened the refrigerator door, the way he pulled out a carton and closing the refrigerator before pouring the drink into a glass up that was conveniently placed on the counter near him. Your eyes lingered onto the magnets on his refrigerator when he closed it, recognising a photo that was nicely placed in the centre with 2 magnets at opposite corners.

"You still have that?" you pointed at the photo, and Sunoo turned his head over his shoulder, glancing at you before following where you were pointing to, and his eyes land on the photo. The corners of his mouth curl up before he placed the carton down, "Yeah, why wouldn't I?".

It was a photo of you and him in a party, sitting on a couch while posing with peace signs on both hands. It was when you two had first met when people had introduced you to each other or when you practically begged people to introduce you to him . The way you two clicked so fast is quite scary, and from then on you two were quite inseperable.

"I just think it's surprising," you reply, "Out of all the photos we have, you decide to put that one, y'know?".

"It's a special day," he instantly replies, turning his back with a cup of apple juice in his hand. He made his way to you and you raise your eyebrows at his response, "Special?". Your heart fluttered at the thought of him considering a day with you special, and you almost gave it away by putting the most stupid smile on your face, but it took every ounce of self-control inside you not to do so.

"It is the day we met after all," he sat beside you, offering you the cup of apple juice that you had requested. Your eyes slightly widened, and a small smile creeping onto your face as you register what he said. You hastily took the cup into your hand, "You care about those types of things? Like, first days, first meetings, stuff like that?". Everytime you meet him, he always seems to surprise you with something new with no fail, and that's one part you like so much about him.

He hummed, his approving sound accompanied with a small nod and you took a sip of the apple juice. The sweetness immediately hit your taste bud and you quickly swallowed, voicing out a quick 'Ahh' after the refreshing sip. Your eyes look at him and you realise he was already looking at you and it made your heart skip a beat.

"Why're you looking at me like that?" you chuckled, lowering the cup from your face as you flash him a grin. He quickly looked away, a faint smile on his face, "Just missed you".

There he goes again, saying things like that. Is he doing that with a purpose? Like to flirt with you, or is the boy just being genuine? Clueless?

You choked on your drink, his response being the last thing you expected and you shot him a bewildered look. He laughs at you choking, probably enjoying how he managed to get a reaction out of you and you glared at him.

"Are you just teasing me or what?" you questioned, placing your glass cup on the small coffee table in frornt of you.

"I am," he giggled, "I'm kinda bored so it's quite funny to tease you".

Oh yeah?

"Hey," you call out to him, your tone suddenly serious and his laughs die down, his eyes slowly moving to you "I'm bored too".

His eyebrows raised, feeling confused as to where this was going.

"Since we're bored, should we kiss?"

He chokes on the air, his hand flying to his mouth as he looked away from you. You gently patted his back as if you weren't the one who just dropped a 'let's-kiss' bomb on him, a smirk forming on your lips. Once he stopped coughing, he looked back at you, his cheeks a bright tint of pink and his eyes slightly widened, "W-what did you say?".

You looked at him with an amused expression, "I said, let's kiss." You honestly have no idea where this ounce of confidence came from, but if he wanna tease you, he can only get the taste of his own medicine right?

He started to stutter, his gaze being everywhere but on you as he started to scratch his neck, the way he was so flustered being so painfully obvious as you chuckle.

"I'm just kidding," you said. As much as you wanted to kiss him, your intentions were only to tease him back. Upon hearing you, his eyes shot to you, his eyes showing that he was slightly disappointed, "Why?".

"What do you mean?" you questioned. "Why were you 'just kidding'?" "What, do you want an actual kiss or something?" "Yeah.. Yeah, I do."

Now it was your turn to be flustered. You looked at him with widened eyes, your jaw quite literally dropping as you stared at him, taking a moment to process his reply. Sunoo wanted a kiss? And he just openly admitted it?

"Sunoo, quit the teasing, it's not funny at this point." "Who says I'm teasing? I'm being serious, Y/N".

Fucking hell, no fucking way Sunoo admitted that he wanted to kiss you. "O-okay wait, so you're serious about wanting a kiss from me, right?" you questioned, wanting confirmation and that you weren't just dreaming.

"Yes, I want a kiss from you, a kiss from your lips Y/N".

You blink at him repetitively before unconsciously standing up to your feet from the couch, your eyes still fixated on him.

"This feels so wrong," you nervously bit your lip and he sat up and reached out to gently hold your wrist, slightly pulling you towards him, "It isn't, don't worry".

"Do you really want this, Nu?" you spat out, suddenly feeling doubtful about everything and anxiety grew inside you. He gently tugged at your arm, causing you to look at him and he replied, "Been wanting this since forever".

If you said that your heart wasn't going to explode, you'd be lying. Your breathing rate picked up as your chest rises up and down hastily, and your gaze fall on his lips that were slightly parted. You looked back up at his eyes and you immediately notice his eyes on your lips. Your free hand cups his cheek, and you quickly voice out "Me too, Nu" before leaning in and closing the distance between the two of you.

His hand immediately released your wrist, his hands immediately finding comfort on your waist as he pulled you closer. The kiss was slow, passionate as both of your mouths moved in the same rhythm. You could feel him smile during the kiss and you slightly tilt his head to help you get more access to his mouth. Butterflies filled your stomach as you finally process that you were kissing your bestfriend, you were kissing Sunoo. The kiss was so passionate, and it was now evident that you two have been dying for this moment. The longing for each other added fuel to the fire, and your hands gradually make way to his hair, lightly pulling on it.

The surroundings around the two of you slowly start to seem non-existent as you both increasingly melt into each other. At this point of time, only you and Sunoo mattered, nothing else. He nibbled on your bottom lip, causing you to gasp and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, exploring your mouth as much as he can. Both of your tongues fought a fiery battle for dominance, and to no surprise, he won. The kiss was becoming so heated and intense, and before things could escalate, your hands quickly trail down to his chest and you slightly push him backwards, pulling away from the kiss.

Both of your chests rise up rapidly as your foreheads rest on each other. Eye contact was maintained as you both looked into each other's eyes. "Did.. did that just happen?" you question, still trying to catch your breath as you remain in shock as to what just happened.

"Fuck yeah, been wanting that for so long you don't even know," he confessed. A smirk forms on his lips as his eyes quickly flicker to your lips then back to your eyes. You chuckle as you close your eyes, your head leaning on him even more.

You pull away completely to sit on the spot beside him on the couch, your eyes still on him and you shook your head, "How long exactly?"

"Since I first met you." he responded, his answer once again never failing to surprise you.

"Mutual feeling then," you confessed, your breathing slowing down as you finally manage to catch your breath. He seemed shocked by the fact, but he definitely wasn't complaining.

"Since you care about first's so much, then consider that our first kiss, yeah?" you chuckled. "Sure thing, just know it won't be our last."

[sigmundite]

6, 29, 55, 77!

6. What’s the last line you wrote?

Oh man it happened to be in my document for fic pieces that don't have full fics yet. This is from when Cly and Hermes first met.

“Would you believe me if I said I came here because a blue bird told me to?”

29. What’s something about your writing that you’re proud of?

My writing always has an introspective quality to it, so I think I can convey emotions pretty well.

55. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics?  Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

I feel like I kinda answered this in the previous question, but I tend to center on feelings. What makes the characters I'm writing work? What shapes them? How will it shape what the experiences they go through?

If it was up to me everything would be in a fantasy setting. I love them so much. At the very least, some kind of AU. Fantasy makes everything better.

77. Why do you enjoy writing fanfiction?

If I like something enough, fanfic gives me a chance to continue and experience it. I can adjust things I didn't like or take the characters through scenarios I wanted but didn't get in canon. It's a sandbox with limitless possibilities and I can try all kinds of things. I've been able to push my creativity with it and for that I'm grateful.

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