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Ben Chilwell Imagine | seven

Author's note: Just something random I came up with the other day after seeing this post by @lovelynikol16 She wrote it about Mason, but I feel like these days we need some cute and nice Ben content, so I wrote it for him. As always, I hope you like it, and thank you for reading! 💜 Little summary: Ben Chilwell, the football player you've had a crush on for years acknowledges you on his Instagram stories after you win a gold medal at the Olympic Games, and your friends convince you to slide into his dms 👀 (female reader/pov)

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“Oh my God!”

“What… No!”

“What are you two gasping about?” I ask my teammates. 

“You won't believe who just congratulated you for your gold medal and said that he is, and I quote, very proud of you” one of them says, showing me her phone.

“Holy shit. Is that… Is that real?”

“Very very real” she says. “Check your phone if you don't believe us.”

“He also started following me.”

“What?” they both say, moving to stand one at each side of me so we can all see my phone's screen. 

“He shared that story congratulating me, and he started following me” I say, still not believing what the little notification says. 

Ben Chilwell. Ben freaking Chilwell, Chelsea and England National Team player… Has congratulated me for my gold medal at the Olympic Games, said that he is very proud of me AND started to follow me on Instagram.

What… the fuck.

“Girl, you seriously have to slide into his dms and tell him thank you or something.”

“What?” I laugh.

“You've had a crush on him for ages and now he has discovered that you exist and knows who you are. Make your move!” my teammate says.

“I… I can't do that. What if he doesn't reply? What if his account is run by a pr person and not him and I make a fool of myself? What if…”

“What if, what if, what if” my other teammate says, rolling her eyes. “You are just texting him a thank you, not asking him to marry you… yet” she smirks.

“Idiot” I reply, giving her a little push.

“C'mon, send him a message.”

“And what do I say? Thank you for your support?”

“For example” she shrugs.

“Ok” I say, taking a deep breath and starting to type.

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Thank you very much for your support, Ben. It means a lot! ☺️

And good luck for this season, it's gonna be the one! 💙

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“Is that ok?” I ask my teammates.

“Perfect.”

“Now what?” 

“Now we just wait for his reply.”

“If he replies…” I sigh.

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“Today we finally had some time off and we left the villa to do some… Mum, I have to go.”

“What? Why?” she says over facetime. 

“Something has come up.”

“Something like what? Is it bad? You look… weird.”

“No, no. It's just a team meeting. I'll call you again after dinner, ok?”

“Ok. But…”

“Love you, mum” I say, ending the call before she can say goodbye. And why? Because an Instagram notification that just popped up on my screen, one I had lost all hope would get to see. “Ok, you can do this” I say to myself, taking a deep breath and tapping on it.

Why the hell are my hands shaking so much? Aaahhh!

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Thank you very much for your support, Ben. It means a lot! ☺️

And good luck for this season, it's gonna be the one! 💙

You're very welcome!! 💙  You seriously are amazing. My mates and I watched you perform (if that's the right word? 🫣) and you were fucking amazing 😱 Also sorry for the late reply but we just got back from the US and the jetlag has been kicking my ass 😴

Wow, thank you. You are gonna make me blush 😳

And don't worry, I've been there with the jetlag 😅

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Don't worry, don't worry, but I've been having dreams with him replying to my dm since the day I sent it. And he already is making me blush, but shh.

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Just telling the truth 🤷🏻‍♂️ Also thank you very much for the luck! We will be needing it this season. Especially me 🙈

Last season was a tough one, wasn't it?

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Of course it was, you idiot. He spent half of it injured!

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But hey, when I was 19 I injured my knee  and doctors told me there were high chances of not being able to do gymnastics again, yet look at me right now. I've won a gold medal at the Olympic Games, and I've done it against probably the best gymnast in history!

If I was able to come back, so will you. I believe in you, Ben! 💪🏻

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“I believe in you, Ben… God, I'm so lame” I say to myself.

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Thank you very much 🥺💙 I may have to hire you as my motivational coach or something 😜 How much the hour? 

Well, since you play for my team, I think I can give you a discount 

Wait, then it is true? Do you support Chelsea? I read it online but wasn't sure

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Has he… has he been googling me? What?

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Chelsea girl since the day I was born

I actually left the hospital wearing a tiny Chelsea hat and had a matching bib

No way! 😱  Is there a photo? 👀

There is 

May I see it? 😇

Ummm…

Please 🥺🥺🥺

Ok, fine

But only because it is you.

If this ends up anywhere online, I know where to find you, Chilwell 🧐

It won't leave my phone, I promise 😇🤞🏻 Also you were such a cute baby!! 😍 And still are Cute I mean Not a baby You obviously are a woman A cute woman I mean, beautiful Women are beautiful and you are a beautiful woman  Sorry 🤦🏻‍♂️

It's ok, don't worry 😅😂

Thank you ☺️

And same 😉

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Did I… Did I just kind of flirt with him? After he said I was a cute baby and that now I am a beautiful woman? Ummm… hello?

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Am I a cute baby or a beautiful woman? 🤔😜

You are a very handsome man who also happens to be very cute

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There. I said it. I just told Ben Chilwell that he is handsome and cute. Do men like being called cute? Is that a turn off? Urgh.

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Thank you 😳😳😳😳 That's my face right now, btw

What? 😂

You've made me blush 😳

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“Yeah, sure” I snort.

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Photo or didn't happen 

I look like shit right now You don't want to see that

I disagree 🤷🏼‍♀️ 

Fine 🙄 

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“Looking like shit, he says… You look bloody gorgeous, Benjamin” I say, zooming on the pic. How can someone be this handsome and look this good on a random selfie? It isn't fair. 

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That's not looking like shit

Like shit is how I look after training for more than 12 hours 

And I can't see you blushing with the beard

Should I shave it?

You won't dare!

Team beard? 😂

Team beard forever 💙

Interesting 🤔 Most girls don't like it They say it bothers them when I kiss them

Those girls know nothing 🙄

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I mean, if a guy like him is kissing you, who cares if it feels a bit itchy? Also, have they seen his lips? Like, urgh.

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I promise you I will keep my beard for the day we meet 😇 Which length do you prefer?

The one you always have the day before you shave

I hate it when you do that

It gets good and pum

Gone

Also, are we meeting? Since when? 🤨

Sorry 🙈 And I was thinking that maybe I could have a chat with the team and see if I can invite you to pay us a visit at Cobham  Since you are a Chelsea fan since the day you were born, I think it would be cool A little homage after winning your medal  I've never seen one in real life, you know?

Oh, so you just want to see the medal, not me

Cool

What? No, no, no I want to see you And the medal Both things But mostly you The medal is cool but…  God, I'm rambling again, am I not?🤦🏻‍♂️

A bit, yeah😅

But it's ok, don't worry 

Thank you 💙 I do it all the time when I get nervous 🙈

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He is feeling nervous? Him? Benjamin James Chilwell? What? And most importantly, why?

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So, should I ask the team if they are up to it? Would you like to come to Cobham and have a tour?

Would you be my tour guide?

It'll be my honour Unless you have a favourite player and want him to do it instead 

He just said it would be an honour to do it 🤷🏼‍♀️

Am I your favourite player? 😏

No

Try to fix it now 😜 Anyway, I'll keep you updated, ok? 

Ok

😘😘 (Imagine they have a beard 🧔🏻)

😂😂🥰

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“Wow” I say, putting my phone down. “Just… wow.”

I just had a proper chat with Ben Chilwell. With the guy I've had a crush on since he played for Leicester. And we've flirted. Like, he called me beautiful. And he said he wanted to meet me. To see me in person. Me. 

And I didn't freak out. I mean, I did, but it didn't show. I think. It is easier to not do it through texts, but just look at him and his rambling. Who thought he would be like this when he usually looks so confident and sure of himself? When he definitely has a lot more experience on this than I do? And that photo he sent me? Dear lord. He is handsome. He's stupidly handsome. Gorgeous. He…

“I have to show the girls” I blurt out while grabbing my phone, quickly getting up from my bed and leaving my room.

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Ok, I have good news and bad news Which ones do you want first?

Bad 🫣

The Cobham visit isn't possible 😞 There are some things going on and… yeah 🫤

Shame 😞

The good news are really good news, tho Are you ready? 😏

Ready

Ok… How would you feel…  About…

Are you always this slow? 🙄

Just with good things that are worth going slow for 😏

Ben, you are making me nervous! 😩

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Because telling him that what he's actually doing is kind of turning me on just by thinking about what things he does that are worth going slow for, may be a bit too much, right?

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I'm sorry, I'm sorry So… How would you feel… About…

BENJAMIN!!

Ok, ok 😂 How would you feel about a guest appearance during our first game of the season at Stamford Bridge?  We are playing against Manchester City, it's gonna be a big one Hey Are you still there? Hello? Oh my God, I killed her Her heart couldn't take the news 💔 Jokes aside, are you ok? Why aren't you replying? Should I call someone? Did something happen?

Hi, sorry 

There you are 😮‍💨 What happened? Are you ok?

Yeah, yeah

I was just… processing 

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And maybe jumping on my bed after reading his message. 

Me being a guest appearance at Stamford Bridge? And during a Chelsea- Manchester City? That's… that's… I have no words to describe it.

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And what's the outcome of all that processing? 😅

Yes

Yes what? 🤨🤔

Yes, I want to go to the game and do a guest appearance and yes

Yes yes yes YES!!!!!

Ok, I think now I got it May need another yes, tho 😂

🙄

😜😜 Anyway  The team said they will give you a shirt with your name and then you'll take some photos, show the medal to everyone, do that first kick, maybe give a little interview for the team's social media… The usual And you are gonna be attending as my very special guest and will be sitting in my box 😏

Wait

With your family and friends?

Yeah Unless that makes you uncomfortable and you prefer to sit somewhere else I should have probably asked you before telling the team, shouldn't I? Urgh, I'm so stupid 🤦🏻‍♂️

No, no 

That's ok

Though one question…

Sure 

Am I allowed to take someone with me as a plus one? 

I would like for my dad to be there with me, he's the one who made me a Chelsea girl 🥹

Of course!  I'll discuss it with the team, but I don't think there will be any problem  Though I don't know how my plan for after the game would work if you have your dad there with you 🤔

Your plan? What plan? 🤨

I was planning on taking you out for dinner 🫣

You and I?

Yeah You and I A date 

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A date. A fucking date. I… asdfghjklñ.

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I'll think of something, don't worry 

Is that a yes to having dinner with me, then? 😏

It is, yes

Cool ☺️ Looking forward to it 😘🧔🏻 

Same 🥰

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“Bloody… hell” I whisper, putting down my phone after sending that last text.

I just said yes to going on a date with Ben Chilwell. And I'm gonna be a guest appearance at Stamford Bridge for the first game of the season. And my dad is gonna be there to watch it all. And after I'm going on a date with Ben Chilwell.

Bloody hell, indeed.

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“I can't believe we are here. Like… woah” my dad chuckles.

“Yeah…” I say.

We are at Stamford Bridge, and not in the stands like so many times before. We are in the tunnel waiting until they call me to go on the pitch, show my medal and kick that ball, hopefully not embarrassing myself in front of everyone and, of course, in front of Ben.

Right now he is chatting with the referee, stretching and laughing about something. And he hasn't shaved or touched his hair. 

He sent me a photo last night asking me if I liked how his beard looked, and I obviously told him that he looked perfect (which isn't too difficult) and that he should also keep his hair like that if it didn't bother him while playing. So there he is now, with his beard and his curls free of that bloody hair gel, looking gorgeous. 

“Miss? It's time” the Chelsea staff member who has accompanied us since we arrived says.

“Shit, ok. Ummm… thank you” I smile.

“You can do this, pickle” my dad says, putting his hands on my shoulders. “I mean, you've won a gold medal in front of the whole world, haven't you? This is nothing compared to that.”

“Or everything” I sigh.

“You can do this” he repeats, giving my shoulders an encouraging squeeze.

“Miss?”

“Yes, sorry. I can do this” I say, taking a deep breath and giving my dad a quick kiss on the cheek before following the staff member, the whole stadium cheering as the speaker announces my name.

Maybe I can't do this. Maybe I should go back inside, say I'm not feeling well. Maybe I… But then I see him. Ben.

He's standing in the middle of the pitch with the referee and Rúben Dias, Manchester City's captain today. Usually I would also give him a good look because… well. I have eyes and he is, you know. But right now those eyes can only focus on the person wearing the darker shade of blue, the one with a smile that makes my knees feel like jelly but that at the same time is what is making me walk and do what I'm supposed to. Like waving at the crowd and all that.

“Congratulations, miss” the referee says, shaking my hand. He is the bald one who looks like Iniesta according to my dad, can't remember his name.

“Thank you” I reply.

“Congratulations” Rúben Dias says next, also shaking my hand. 

“Thank you” I say, somehow managing to smile. And then…

“Congratulations… again” Ben chuckles, giving me a hug. “You look beautiful, by the way. Chelsea blue suits you” he whispers.

“Thank you” I mutter, my cheeks on fire when he moves and winks at me. 

Now this is the confident Ben Chilwell I'm used to, not he guy who starts rambling because he gets nervous while texting, which is something that still haven't been able to stop thinking about.

“Can you pose for some photos, please?” someone says behind me.

“Yes, of course” Ben says, his arm suddenly around my waist, moving me to stand between him and the referee.

“Big smiles…” the photographer says.

But I'm not able to focus my attention on him. I can only think about Ben's arm, about the way his thumb is moving on my back, kind of caressing it and trying to make me… I don't know, relax? But how can I relax when he is doing that? 

And then, when the referee moves so I am standing between him and Dias… Wow. I'm pretty sure there are many people out there who are wishing they were me right now. Though once again, I can only focus on Ben's arm, on how he has pulled me closer to him as if… Nah. It can't be. He can't be doing that because he is jealous of Dias, is he? He…

“Ok, we are done. Thank you” the photographer says, bringing me back to the real world.

“Time for that first kick” Ben says, definitely taking his time to move his arm from around my body. 

“When you are ready, miss” the referee says, putting the ball in front of me.

“Which way do I go?” I ask him.

“That way, towards the other Chelsea players.”

“You can do this, c'mon” Ben says with an encouraging smile. 

“Ok” I say, taking a deep breath and…

“That's it, well done!” he laughs, one of his teammates stopping the ball, the whole stadium cheering. 

“This way, miss” the staff member from earlier says.

“Yes, ummm… Nice to meet you” I say, giving a shy wave towards Dias and the referee, who reply with little nods. “Chilwell.”

“See you later” he winks. Again. How have I not tripped with my own feet after seeing that will remain a mystery.

“That was amazing, pickle!” my dad says when I join him on the tunnel.

“I just kicked a ball, dad.”

“Isn't that what they all do?” he laughs. “Anyway, let's go find our seats. I don't want to miss anything, and knowing that Haaland guy, he is able to score two goals in five minutes. Again.”

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“And… yeah. It was a good game. Still a lot of work to do, but it's just the first of the season.”

“Will we be seeing you again at Stamford Bridge?”

“My dad comes to all home games and some away ones, so I hope so” I smile.

“Looking forward to seeing you. And… we are done. Thank you very much for being so patient” the interviewer says. “You must be tired of giving interviews.”

“For my beloved Chelsea I have all the time in the world” I chuckle. “Thank you for having me.”

“Well done, pickle” my dad smiles when I join him.

“Dad, can you please stop calling me that in front of strangers?” I say, looking around. 

“Why? It is your nickname.”

“Yeah, but… it's something for family only.”

“Chelsea are our family” he says. “And speaking of that, I should probably get going if I want to make it home for dinner with your mum. Where are you meeting with the girls?”

“At the restaurant. I already have a car ready to come pick me up.”

That had been the excuse I had come up with to stay for a bit longer at Stamford Bridge before meeting with Ben for our date. Our date. I still can't believe I am going on a date with Ben fucking…

“Chilwell!” my dad suddenly says.

“What?” I say, turning around.

“Hello” Ben says with his best smile as he walks towards us. 

“Look, pickle. It's Ben Chilwell!”

“I know, dad” I say, feeling my face on fire. 

“She's a big fan of yours, you know? She even has a poster of you in her room.”

“Dad!” I gasp.

“What? It's the truth, isn't it?” he shrugs. “You look better in the picture she has, tho. What is with all that?” he says, touching his face.

“My beard?” Ben says, running a hand through it and making me want to do the same, something that doesn't help with the current temperature of my face.

“Yeah. You are in need of a shave, son.”

“We'll see” he smiles. “Did you enjoy the game? Was everything ok with your seats?”

“It was perfect” my dad says, not allowing me to talk. “We actually sat next to your mum and your sister!”

“Did you?” Ben says, acting as if he was surprised. Because my dad thinks it was Chelsea's idea to invite us here tonight, not just Ben's. How do I explain to him that I had slid into his dms and that he had suggested it after some flirting?

“We did. You have a lovely family.”

“Thank you” Ben smiles. “Anyway, I came here hoping to catch you and get a pic just the two of us, maybe see that medal up close?” he says, looking my way.

“Oh, yes. Of course” I say, finally being able to be part of the conversation.

“Cool. Rob, hey!” he says, calling for the photographer who had been with us the whole day. “Would you mind taking some photos of us together? Maybe some with my phone too?”

“Of course” the photographer says.

And while we get ready for those photos, guess what happens again?Yes, Ben puts his arm around my waist, that thumb back to its previous shenanigans and to sending waves of heat all over my body.

“May I get one too?” my dad says when we are almost done.

“It'll be my pleasure” Ben says with his best smile while I just pray for this torture to end soon. And with torture I'm not only talking about having Ben that close and everything he is making me feel. I'm also talking about my dad saying things he shouldn't and embarrassing me in front of him.

“Are we done now?” I ask.

“Why such a hurry?” my dad chuckles. “You aren't meeting with the girls until later, are you?” 

“I'm not, no. But Ben probably has plans with his friends and family, and I don't want you getting home too late. Especially when mum is waiting and you are carrying this” I say, taking off my medal.

“Wait… Can I… Ummm… Can I touch it?” Ben asks me.

“Oh, yes, sure.”

“Thank you” he says, smiling like a little kid on Christmas morning. He looks so happy. “This is amazing, isn't it? So cool. Wow.”

“You've already won some of those yourself, son” my dad chuckles.

“I have. But none of those are as big as an Olympic gold medal. I mean, the Champions League is quite big, don't get me wrong. But this one is just…” he says, inspecting the medal as if it was the most wonderful thing he had ever seen, somehow making me… emotional? What? “Thank you very much for letting me hold it. It means a lot” he says, giving it back to me.

“Don't you want a photo with it too?” my dad asks him.

“There is no need. But thank you, sir.”

“Well, then I better get going. May I?”

“Uh?” I say, being brought back into the real world once again after my dad stops whatever was going on between me and Ben after he had handed me back my medal and our fingers had touched, our eyes getting locked on each other's. 

“The medal, pickle” he chuckles.

“Oh, yes, sure. Sorry.”

“Chilwell, will you keep an eye on my girl until she has to go? I know she is in good hands with you, our vice captain! Or captain like happened tonight.”

“I will, don't worry” Ben says, giving my dad his best smile. If only he knew…

“Great. Don't forget to text us, ok?” he says, kissing my cheek.

“I won't. Love you, dad.”

“Love you too” he says before waving goodbye, walking down the tunnel and already in deep conversation with the staff member who has helped us throughout the day.

“You have a really nice dad… pickle” Ben smirks.

“Oh my God” I say, covering my face with my hands. “I can't believe you heard that.”

“Why? It's cute.”

“It isn't. It's embarrassing.”

“It's cute” he says, his hands suddenly on mine, moving them from my face and making me look at him. “Hi” he smiles.

“Hi” I whisper. 

“Did you really enjoy today?” 

“Yeah” I nod. 

“Do you want a tour of the stadium?”

“Now?”

“Now. Perks of being Chelsea's vice captain, or captain tonight like your dad said” he says.

“I… umm…”

“C'mon, say yes… pickle” Ben says with a teasing smile.

“I swear to God, Chilwell. If you call me that again, I'm leaving.”

“What? No, no, no, no. I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry" he apologizes, the way he is looking at me making my heart sink. "I won't say it again, I promise.”

“Thank you. And I'm sorry if that came out too… harsh. Too many emotions today.”

“I get it, don't worry. And again, I'm sorry” he says, that thumb back to caressing me. Though this time you could say it is even worse, because there is no fabric between it and my skin since he still has his hands on mine.

“Yeah, ummm… I think we should start with that tour before they close the stadium with us inside.”

“We should, yes” he says, his smile coming back and making my heart skip a beat. “Let's go” he says, letting go of one of my hands but still holding the other, interlacing our fingers except for one. That one. 

Because as he walks me down the tunnel and starts telling me all the details about the stadium, that thumb is constantly moving over my skin. And even though at first I feel like it is burning where he is touching me, after a while I stop noticing it and it feels like what I guess he was looking for since the beginning. Like something natural, something comforting. Something even… intimate, just between him and I.

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“Ben?”

“Yeah?” he says, turning to look at me as I stop walking.

“Why are we back in the tunnel?” 

“The… Oh, yes… Umm…” he says, running his free hand through his hair. Because yes, you guessed it. The other still is holding mine. 

He didn't let go of me as he showed me around the stadium and told me anecdotes about the building that I didn't know about or about things that had happened to the team since he joined them, all while sharing little moments that go from shy smiles to loud laughs that would have definitely made people give us a weird look if we hadn't been alone, and everything in between. At times he even started rambling like when we were texting, the cheekiness and confidence disappearing and his nerves taking over him like it is happening right now.

“I have a surprise for you.”

“What?”

“Come” he says, giving my hand a little squeeze and starting to go up the stairs that lead to the pitch.

Most of the lights have been turned off and only a couple are still on, lightning one spot in the grass. One where there is something that looks like… 

“Ben, is that… Is that what I think it is?” I ask him, stopping as we set foot on the pitch.

“If you are thinking about a picnic, it is, yes” he smiles before moving to stand behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. “My original idea was to go to a nice restaurant, but then I thought that if we didn't want to have to worry about someone recognising us and going to the press, we would have to go to one of the most exclusive ones and I wanted something more chilled for our first date. So I started thinking about different options, checked Instagram for some inspo, and came up with this.”

“Ben, I… I… I don't know what to say. I…” I mumble.

“Do you like it?”

“I do” I say, moving in his arms to face him, not expecting to end up being so close to him. To have my chest against his as I rest my hands on his arms (or his biceps to be more precise), our noses almost touching. We are so close, that I can see his freckles perfectly. So close, that just by moving a tiny bit I could kiss him if I had the guts to do it. “I love it, Ben.”

“Thank God” he says, letting out a big sigh and making us both laugh. “In case my rambling hadn't given it away, I was so nervous about this... About you not liking it... I thought that maybe it was too much, but since you have been a Chelsea girl literally since the day you were born… I don't know” he shrugs.

“It's perfect, so no need to be nervous anymore” I smile.

"Easier said than done" he chuckles.

"Uh?"

"In case you haven't noticed, you make me nervous" he says, caressing my cheek. "But in a good way."

"I... umm..." I mumble, feeling my whole face on fire. "Is this picnic the reason why you texted me the other day asking me what kind of food I Iike?” I asking, trying to change the topic of conversation.

“Yep” he says. “Who knew I wasn't the only person in this country who hadn't had Chinese yet.”

“I honestly don't understand why people made such a fuss about it” I shrug.

“Well, you are about to find out” Ben says, taking my hand again and leading me towards our little picnic set. 

“Is that… Is that a Chelsea blanket?” I laugh.

“And a Chelsea picnic basket and cutlery. Look” he says, opening it. “I had no idea they sold such random things in the gift shop” he laughs.

“Oh, this is nothing compared to what other teams sell.”

“Like?”

“I've seen a West Ham garter.”

“What?” he laughs again.

“Yeah” I shrug. “Anyway, should we sit down? Something smells really good and I can't wait to find out what it is.”

“Of course. My lady” Ben smiles, helping me sit down and making me giggle.

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“Don't tell your friends, but I still don't understand why the fuss about Chinese food.”

“Says the person currently licking her fingers after not leaving anything on her plate” Ben laughs.

“I was hungry” I shrug.

“Sure.”

“I was” I insist.

“And I said sure” he says with a teasing smile. “Are you still hungry for some dessert, tho?”

“Always.”

“Then get ready for the best tiramisu you've ever tasted.”

“Tiramisu after Chinese food?” I chuckle.

“Why not? And this is homemade.”

“Made by who? You?” I tease him.

“Nope. My mum.”

“Your mum made us tiramisu?"

"She made me tiramusi. She has no idea we are here together right now. Like your dad, she also thinks I am having dinner with my mates" he smiles. "And here” Ben says, offering me a spoon full of tiramisu. “Open your mouth.”

“What?”

“C'mon” he says, trying really hard to not smirk. “You are gonna love it, you'll see.”

“Ok” I say, leaning forward and doing as he says. 

“And?”

“Of my gof!”

“What?” he laughs.

“Oh my God, Ben. This is amazing!” I say again once I've managed to swallow.

“Told you” he says with a cheeky smile. “But you…” 

“Uh?”

“You have something… Let me...” he says, moving on the blanket even closer than we already are, one hand holding my face by my chin while the thumb of the other (yes, that thumb) moves over my lower lip, making me gasp. “There, perfect” he smiles.

“Thank you” I manage to say, none of us moving a single centimetre, his hand still on my face. It's like the world has stopped, like it is just me and him. And then…

“May I kiss you?” he whispers.

“Please” I whisper back before it finally happens. No more imagining how it is to feel those glorious lips of his on mine. Now it is actually happening, and it is… it is… Wow. Just wow. “Did it tickle you?”

“Uh?”

“My beard. Did it tickle you like all those girls have said?” Ben says against my lips.

“I already told you that those girls know nothing, Benjamin. But…” I say, finally making my dream of touching his beard a reality.

“But?” he asks.

“I think we should keep kissing to be sure they just talk bullshit.”

“Ok” he laughs. "May I kiss you again, then?"

"You may" I smile before he kisses me again, proving that, indeed, those girls know nothing. 

[james-is-here]

I need bangchan angst 🙏

😱 *Le Gasp* I just so happen to have some Channie Angst ☺️ Three posts in one night? Have I slept yet? 😶 No comment...also the descriptions Chan lists for reader are literally my own preferences and what I like 😂

Blogs: @belladonna6-6-6 @leezanetheofficial @demtttt (Still can't tag) @succubus-hansol @yongbokkk @heartbinn

Tags: Angst-ity Angst Angst, Reader goes off on Chan, cliff hanger (I will make a part two of how Chan makes up to reader if you want.), implied that sex has happened, lmk if I forgot something.

Despite the exertion that has transpired, you felt cold. The air on your back as you move off your best friend almost felt like daggers are you pull the sheet over your lap, arms draped over your knees, catching your breath, before sighing and laying down, facing away from him.

Your chest tightened when you felt and heard him roll over, throw an arm over your waist and kiss your shoulder, whispering a small 'Thank you.'

You really shouldn't have but you couldn't help but agree, you'd let the world burn if it meant to make your best friend happy. You've been friends since diapers, through everything and anything. You were both into music but different paths, one producing their own songs in a group and the other producing other artists songs.

Your skin burned when he kisses your shoulder again and his hand rests on your stomach. "You okay, Mn?" The bed you're in suddenly feels uninviting when it was once your comfort zone when you needed your friend. Once a space where you and him spent countless nights talking about your day and cuddling whe the sheets absorb your mixed laughter of joy and contentment.

You couldn't take it anymore as you push him away and sit up, grabbing your sweats and putting them back on. You came for cheesy movies and snacks but you're leaving with a heart ache. "Mn, what's wrong?" You grab your hoodie and slip it over your head before standing up and leaving the room.

You're halfway to the front door when the other has caught up to you and grabbed your wrist. "Hey, Mn, you're worrying me. You can tell me what's wrong." He begs and you turn back to him. He gasps, going to reach forward to wipe your tears away but you pull back from him. "It hurts, Chris...." No nickname, no pet name, just his real name and it stung.

"Fuck this, Chris, okay? I just can't take it anymore." "Mn, your worrying me, what's wrong?" "It all hurts, Chris. When you told me you liked Felix, when you told me you were taking him on a date, when you told me you made it official, when you asked me if I wanted to go on a double date with your group member Hyunjin. All of it hurt."

"Mn, what is this-" "I fucking love you, Chan! Why could you never see it? Why could you never see my advances? I've been loving you since middle school, mate, but you are so fucking blind! I've loved you so fucking much that if I had Hanahaki I'd be dead with all the petals that were in my lungs because no matter how much love I gave, you only saw me as a friend. That double date was killing me because I couldn't stand watching the boy I love stare at someone with so much affection. For fucks sake, even Hyunjin saw that I loved you."

You stop and catch your breath but only for a moment. "New years also killed me...cause I slept on the couch and through my drunk haze I heard both of you and it hurt because honestly I was jealous that it wasn't me making you feel that way." Your voice goes weak as your tears fall freely.

"And then you have the audacity six months later to come to me crying after Felix breaks up with you. The audacity because after I comforted you and calmed you down you decided to ask me to fuck you so you could forget? You have no idea how much it hurt when all that was because I was just your rebound, a distraction. No love, no affection, no feelings. I was just your quick fuck and done and it was like a knife when I realized instead of becoming your boyfriend I became your fuck toy." "You're not my-" "I'm not done."

Chris shuts his mouth when you snap at him, the look in your eyes so sharp and hurt that his words died on his tongue. "All I felt coming from you was the need for a distraction. You know how I felt?" He tilts his head gently and the light from the patio catches his glossy eyes, unshed tears brimming on his lash line. "No." He said quietly. "I was suffering. Suffering because I knew that I was nothing to you but a friend and a quick fuck. Suffering because I knew you weren't enjoying it with me, you were picturing someone else. Suffering because I knew I would never be able to tell you how I feel because you only cared about Felix. I was genuine when I fucked you because actually getting to be inside you was better than I imagined."

You breath heavily as you try to gain your breath. "And you know what? You may be called the best leader by your fans but you're not a very good best friend."

That sentence broke him as you walk to the front door and slip on your shoes, tears falling as he gasps and releases a sob. "N-No, Hyung-" "It's Ln-nim to you. I'm done being your distraction, I'm done feeling like nothing. You have hurt me long enough and you've put me through enough pain....I'm going to the other dorm to bunk with Minho but I'll be gone in the morning."

You open the front door but a hand is on your wrist which you pull away from. "Do not try to fix this." "Hyung, please just listen." "Good luck." You say, letting Chris know he'll have a hard time trying to clear all this up.

"I-I messed up. I-I'm sorry for leading you on, Hyung, I am but Felix didn't breakup with me, I broke up with him." "You told me he did, so you're lying to me as well?" You go to walk out but he stops you again and pull you back inside, pushing you into the door before leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours. You shove him away and curse at him. "The fuck, Chris?!" "I'm sorry, I just- I broke up with him because I realized I love you." "You're just saying that." "No, I do. Even Felix could see it before I could. He was okay with me breaking up with him."

He steps back to give you space as he takes a deep breath. "I realized I loved you when I noticed I would notice small things about you that I never payed attention to as much when I was with Felix. You prefer orange juice without pulp, you can't have any drink unless it's cold or with ice, you can't eat at home without your favorite show playing in the background, you sleep with five blankets, you hate onions, you edit alone because you can't stand headphones, you prefer small silverware over big, you always get undercuts when your hair gets too long in the back. No one would ever pay attention to the small stuff but i do."

"That doesn't sway me, Chris...You hurt me." "I know and I'm sorry. Please, Please let me fix this. I don't want to loose my best friend."

You think it over. Should he get a second chance? He really shouldn't but you can see he really doesn't want to loose you. Taking a deep breath, you sigh. "One...Chance...I'm still staying with Minho and I do have to leave in the morning to meet with the current idol I'm working with but you get one chance." "Thank you, Hyung. Thank you." He steps forward, wrapping his arms around your middle and hugging you tightly before stepping back. "Is Saturday okay?" "I don't have anything Saturday." "Great. See you then. Thank you, Hyung."

He finally lets you walk out and you make your way to the other Stray Kids dorm. Your subconscious is telling you to not forgive him but your inner child is telling you that when Chris wants to make up for his mistakes he doesn't hold back and does everything he can to fix it, like when you were younger and he went through everything possible to help replace your favorite stuffed animal he borrowed but left it where Berry could reach. He saved enough money and took you to the local toy store where he used his own earnings to buy you a new one.

Entering the other dorm with the other key you have, you quietly make your way to Minho's room and slip into his bed. He doesn't budge, barely wakes up, all he does is scoot over and throw an arm over your stomach before muttering a small "Don't snore." like he always does and you chuckle softly cause he knows you don't snore.

Closing your eyes, you rest a hand on Minho's arm and scoot closer to him. Soon falling asleep quickly from how exhausted you were.

[golden--doodler]

Geneuary Day Eleven: Keyboard/Candy

Linda: Ohh, Bobby, it's perfect!! Our Geney Zucchini's going to love these gifts for Christmas. You did so well. 🥰

Bob: Thanks, Lin. But, uhh, was it a good idea to give him both a noisy keyboard and a bunch of chocolate for Christmas?? I don't think we'll remember quiet for at least two weeks.

This is it. We made it guys. It's officially the last day of Geneuary!! This might be the most emotional I've been posting a piece of artwork. For this last piece, it *gasp* doesn't have Gene!! 😱 Crazy, I know. I decided to draw Bob and Linda along with Gene's signature keyboard and favorite candy, just to show how he got a love of Chunky Blast-Offs and his keyboard in the first place.

What a wild ride this month has been. Geneuary could not have been possible without the incredible support of everyone involved. I'd like to shoutout @drawthethingdoppelganger for making that beautiful, gorgeous graphic of all of the prompts for this month. And also for making that amazing Gene as Dolly Parton art.

I'd also like to shoutout @babsvibes, because her huge document on how to run a Ship Week was crucial in helping me run this month. I don't think I would've been able to do it without her document guiding me along (the only thing I wasn't able to do was have a separate blog, but we all know how that went ☠️). Babs was also technically the one who came up with the concept for Geneuary in the first place (both the name and having eleven prompts because of Gene being eleven).

I also must shoutout @unclefathersantateddy for being an absolute boss and making an extended Geneuary by making an entire page of Genes!! The final product is gorgeous, and I'm just in awe of their talent.

@br1ghtestlight was able to make two of the cutest fics for this month that everyone should go read!! One of them was a (sort of) collab with me.

@ratguy-nico reblogged almost all of my art with the sweetest comments, and his art for this month has been insane and beautiful. My favorite might still be the one with the Hot Dog family.

@dianadeadwing has also produced some of my favorite art this month. One of my favorites was the ballerina Gene she just posted yesterday. And of course, the one where Gene is hugging Bob 🥺❣️

I might've forgotten a person or two, but these are all of the main people I wanted to mention!! Thank you all!!

[ID]: Digital fanart of Bob and Linda from Bob's Burgers. Only their heads can be seen, and Bob looks more nervous, whilst Linda looks happier, with a huge grin on her face, and a heart next to her. A rather large keyboard is above them, along with a brown box with a spaceship on it. It reads: "Chunky Blast-Offs! Out of this World!"

[eternallyhyucks]

pretty boy | choi beomgyu

pairing: bf! beomgyu x gn! s/o

word count: 886

genre/warnings: fluff, none

summary: in which you do beomgyu’s makeup !!

𖤐 ྀ

while waiting for beomgyu to come over, you get all of your makeup ready so that you’ll quickly be able to turn your already beautiful boyfriend into an even more beautiful one.

as you begin to laugh at the thought of his face when he finds out whats happening tonight, you hear a knock at your door.

opening it, you see a smiling boy who immediately embraces you with a warm hug. he notices your extra wide smile and smugly says, “i know youre obsessed with me, but you dont have to show how excited you are, it’s getting a little creepy, you know😩💪”

“oh dont worry, it’s not that, but soon youre gonna wish that that was the actual reason behind my happiness today.” you say with an evil grin on your face.

you drag him to the couch in your living room and sit him down. “stay here, i need to go get something.” following your words, he stares at you confused as you sprint out of the room.

running back in with your hands now occupied with all of your makeup products, you say, “mister beomgyu, it’s your lucky day because today, im doing your makeup!!”

“no. no, you are most definitely not.”

frowning, you stand in front of him. “why not😠😠 you’d look EXTRA pretty gyu. dont you wanna look even prettier than you do now??”

“i like to think that i am just the right amount of pretty as i am, y/n”

“but BEOMGYUUUUUUU☹️☹️☹️☹️” you whine, knowing full well that he always gives into your wants when you act this way.

“ugh i know youre acting like this bc you know i cant resist, but im only agreeing bc youre saying youre gonna make me look even prettier than right now, which, may i add, i dont think is humanely possible🙄”

“trust me, it’s possible” you say laughing.

sitting yourself down on a seat in front of him, you position beomgyu’s head so you can properly apply all of the products on his smooth skin.

after about 15 minutes, you finally got to his eyes. “beomgyu, if u dont stop moving i swear to god im literally gonna tie you onto this seat”

“but your taking so loooooonnnnnnggggg” he complains. “im almost done, please wait JUST a little longer?”

“ugh fine, only bc youre cute”

contemplating whether you want to do his eyeliner or not, you decide to go for it.

“okay im gonna do your eyeliner, this is the last step.” you say getting off of your seat.

“wait if u havent done it yet, then why are you getting up??”

“i have to get closer to your face so i can do it properly, now move ur hands so i can sit.”

you sit next to him on the couch, trying to get a feel of how youre going to start the process of putting the eyeliner on nicely, but quickly realize that you arent close enough to his face.

embarassed, you say “uhh so i dont think we should do the eyeliner lol”

“what why?? i actually wanna do it now tho!!”

“no no it’s okay, i dont think it’ll go with the look”

“you are an insanely terrible liar”

“ugh fine, im still not close enough to ur stupid face”

“okay first of all, my face is far from stupid, ESPECIALLY now. & second, just sit on my lap?? it’s not that difficult.”

(author’s note— y/n rn:🧍‍♀️)

“fym ‘sit on your lap’ i dont want to”

“yes you do” he says pulling you onto his lap.

with your faces now less than an inch apart, you feel your cheeks turning red, but try to focus on only the top portion of his face.

before you could even draw the first line on his eyelid, beomgyu gives you a light peck on the lips and says, “sorry, i had to okay🤷‍♂️ it’s not my fault they were there”

“it literally is ur fault, but anyways,, stop distracting me and let me finish😠”

“ok fine ill stop being the love of ur life JUST until ur done. ugh,, the things i do for you🙄”

rolling your eyes, you concentrate on making sure the lines you drew on his eyelids were straight and the way you wanted them to look. after finishing one eye, you move away from his face and examine your work. “wow im so good”

“are you really though? the only way to find out the truth is when i get to see the final product” rolling your eyes for what felt like the 50th time in the past hour, you start on his other eye.

after about 10 more minutes, you back away from his face once more and sigh. “finally” you grab a mirror from beside you turn it towards yourself.

“you ready?”

“yes yes yes”

you turn the mirror, so it faced beomgyu and his jaw drops, “omg wait i look even beter than usual wtf”

“i literally told u this”

“hm i dont seem to recall🤔”

laughing, you begin to get off of his lap when he pulls u back. “what-“ he leans in and slowly kisses you, catching you by surprise. steadily pulling away, he presses his forehead onto yours.

“i love u”

smiling, you say, “i love u too pretty boy”

©eternallyhyucks

[the-daiz]

Not used to comfort | Kurapika

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, angst if you squint

pairing: Kurapika x reader

Warning(s): slight mention of gore, short, so very short

Platonic? Platonic affection?? platonic physical affection??? Impossible! 😱

Summary: The reader comforts Kurapika after a nightmare

side note: I’d imagine Kurapika having a good amount of nightmares, don’t you think? 

Posted on 24/ August/ 2021

It was one of these days, where no matter what they did they couldn't seem to fall asleep. (Y/n) stared blankly at the ceiling, their hands rested under their neck.

They let out a short sigh as they glanced at the bed a few feet away from theirs. Laying on it was their trusted roommate, Kurapika. They were both fairly new to the whole sharing-an-apartment-together ordeal but found adjusting to each other's company quite easy.

Kurapika twisted and turned in his mattress, sweat rolling down his temple as he whimpered in dismay. It wasn't the first time this happened. In the few weeks the two lived together (y/n) had witnessed him have many nightmares before but was too nervous to wake him up or mention it to him in the morning, afraid that he might get annoyed or frustrated.

This time though, it seemed a lot more intense. His frown was deeper than usual, he let out a few mutters then and there, (y/n) couldn't make out what they were but it was as if he was trying to call for someone.

Upon seeing how bad his shuffling had become, they stood up from their bed and made their way to his, worried about the visibly distressed boy.

"Kurapika" (y/n) whispered, gently shaking his shoulders in an attempt to awaken him. Kurapika tried pulling away from them instinctively, even in his slumber.

"Kurapika...!" They shook him harder. In response, Kurapika shot his eyes open and jolted upwards, a terrified gasp escaping his lips. (y/n) jumped back, startled by his frantic action.

"It's ok! It's ok! it's only me..." They reassured, placing their hand comfortingly on his shoulder. Kurapika heaved out a shaky sigh, his hand clutching the collar of his shirt.

"I'll fetch you some water" He watched them rush out of the room, his panting slowly decreasing. He fluttered his eyes closed, in an attempt to calm his nerves, but every time he shut his eyes he could see the blood smeared all over the walls, he could hear their agonizing screams and pleads for help.

"Here you go" Kurapika opened his eyes to find a cup of water being offered to him. He stared up at them for a moment, studying his friend's concerned features. He grabbed the cup from their hand and nodded in gratitude.

"Do you need anything? I'm always here to listen if you need to take something off your chest." They muttered. Kurapika placed the now empty cup on the bedside table and stared down silently at his bed sheets, his brows knitting together, he seemed to be having an inner conflict with himself. With a heavy sigh, he spoke.

"Can you... Just stay here for a bit? Please?" They nodded in understanding, taking a seat on the edge of his bed. The blonde-haired boy rested back on his pillow, staring dryly at the ceiling.

His mind was at haze, deafening screams echoing in his head. His eyes trailed lazily at his (e/c)-eyed roommate, and then down to their lonesome hand. Subconsciously, he reached his hand out to get ahold of theirs. Why? He asked himself, was it to feel a sense of security or comfort?

Upon grasping their hand, he expected them to pull away from him, but to his surprise, they didn't, instead, they gave him an affirmative squeeze in return. At that, Kurapika smiled slightly and shut his eyes, his mind now at ease.

[staysuki]

Hi hi darling 🤧 How have you been ?!

MY GOSH the Slc updates 😭😭😭

Y/n is quite crafty, asking around with some general questions to find out who candy is... I started internally screaming 😀 Of course she’d ask Seungmin first that’s the prime suspect buttttttttttttttt no luck of course 😏 AND THEN HAN 😭 She just went in like “YoU LiKe TwIx BaRs??” I died a little, ONLY FOR HIM TO MENTION HYUNJIN !!!! 👀

Y/n’s getting close and bestie I’m soooooo excited 👁👄👁

When she goes to the gk and HYUNJIN is there 💥🫀💥 Ouuuuuu Hyunjin is not gonna be happy I feel, but maybe he’ll start connecting some dots, although there are fewer for him to connect that Y/n, who has a good bit of speculations and straight facts to go by 🥴 djsKsbannsdjens what if he messages chocolate and OOP- she’s right there my dude what a coincidence😱

And I gotta say Han giving Hyunjin the ticket ?!? 🥺🤧 So precious, and the event is for Hyunjin’s mom ?!?!?! I gasped when I read that a chapter or two ago, I’m extremely interested and can’t wait to find out all the details!

On another note, last chapter............ Hyunjin and naeyon (??) (I am extremely sorry if her name is misspelled 😭) He mentioned “getting her doors fixed”, but they aren’t broken to her knowledge? 👀 Someone locked them in that room together and why do I have a feeling it was ???Han??????? He was the one to “get them out” plus he asked Y/n to go upstairs to get Jake In OnE oF tHe RoOmS so he knew she’d be up there and what if he saw her go in with Hyunjin ?????? He’s been so persistent with Hyunjin about Y/n and their personal conflict, AND here he is, in the last update, just giving his ticket to Hyunjin when he asked Y/n to be his date 😐 I don’t know if he’s trying to play matchmaker or if he has more sinister, ulterior motives but I’m keeping an eye on him 🤨 Or it could have been ✨Felix✨ that locked them in together cause he loves their feud for some reason....

FELIX WAS HIRED ......... I’m DEAD. WHO ??? WHO HIRED HIM WHAKAJRKSNDBENSKN WHAT. And Hyunjin is finally picking up on the strangeness thank god 🥺 But I’m also taking into account the post you made of scratched versions from certain story points and 👀 Felix AND Han we not gonna be part of the story at all👀 That got me thinking perhaps it’s because they are in cahoots ?!?!?

Okay I’m gonna go before I write a ten page essay 😳 So sorry this was so long but my mind is truly reeling 🥴 Thank you so much for all the updates you’ve put up👏🏼👏🏼😭 I’m so invested and I’m always patiently waiting for more ❣️

#teamhyunjin👁👄👁

i'm good! hope you're well too~ ♥️ can't wait to read all of your thoughts once more 🤧

JHSAHSHSS i think y/n's questions were anything but "general" she really just went straight in for the kill. as of right now, so many boxes are getting crossed off of her list and it really only comes down to one suspect: hyunjin. which y'know, it'll be up to her whether or not she'll be in denial about it or not.

THE ART EXHIBIT "DATE" that's gonna be so interesting as well 🙈. but yeah, unfortunately for hyunjin, he doesn't even have a single clue as to who his choco might be :((( y/n beat him to it.

han did smth nice, but i feel like hyunjin might not like it if he realizes that it may have been out of "pity" 😔💔. also about the mom thing, the exhibit isn't really "for" his mom, more like, he has memories about the exhibit connected to his mom ifykwim. so by going to the exhibit, he kinda reminisces on those memories. i'll def expand more on this on d-day of the exhibit~

yes it was indeed implied that they were locked in— the thing is that, y/n wasn't supposed to be there. it might've just been pure coincidence that she got locked into that room with hyunjin simply because she got the wrong room for jake. which meant that hyunjin was the sole target 🐣✨. and i feel like han simply wanted to go on a date with y/n but ended up getting his empathy for his friend win over in the end 🤧💔, i doubt han is purposefully playing matchmaker.

felix is probably a mercenary atp 💀, he gets hired by anyone and everyone. maybe hyunjin should just hire him as well, can't beat the players then join the game. he's picking up on the strangeness but after the recent update, he might dial back on it a little bit because of nayeon~

JSHWJSHS the scratched versions. yes, felix and han weren't supposed to be in the fic. for han, his "character" trope and role was supposed to be taken by someone else, and by this, i meant the "cute boy-next-door nice guy who likes y/n" role. this was supposed to be jake, but i scratched that bit for him because it made more sense that jake and y/n's relationship would border into sibling territory because of how wonpil raised them. but i really wanted a nice sweetheart in the fic and also to balance hyunjin's friend group so i added jisung into the mix (was supposed to be chan but then he'd be too overpowering). so it was more like "han jisung" as a face wasn't supposed to be there, but his character had been planned from the start. chan and minho were my other top contenders to take the sweetie role.

felix on the other hand, i really had no plan, even for some other person, i didn't go like "i want a mysterious guy"—i just ended up wanting another scummy character that's more morally unguided in contrast to seungmin (who does illegal stuff but still has his head straight). just the ultimate trump card. the "art thief" arc wasn't actually planned and was more of an 'in the moment' addition so when i initially wrote that bit, felix's partner was still an undecided character~ ���

and pls 🙈 i love reading thoughts no matter how long. it also helps me to talk about them just in case i need to clarify or correct some misunderstood bits~ thanks for sending in an ask! ♥️