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sleepy-crypt1d · 2 months ago

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massive collection of COF/AOM hcs i guess idk lol:

edit: i am putting it under the cut because i got carried away and this post is actually massive and i cannot do that to you i am so sorry

Trigger warnings:

suicide mention, cult mention, drug mention, stalking and obsession mention, abuse mention, hanging as punishment mention. general warning for standard COF/AOM stuff.

Sophie:

19 - she/her - bi

into taxidermy and entomology - specifically the art of it, wants to make art out of animal bones and bugs rather than simply preserving them. thinks of them as memorial pieces, making beauty out of tragedy.

is an older sister to a brother still in middle school/about to go to high school. she tutors him after her classes and before her parents get home.

works at her parents convenience store off and on when they need it. its just down the street from the college and they live above it, keeping her out of student housing.

studying to either be a professional taxidermist/bone artist or mortician. her mom wants her to be an artist while her dad insists she gets a 'real job'.

likes to knit. loves making gifts for people and learning how to make her own clothes. she makes gloves for simon in the winter and knit a sweater for her cat once. he hated it.

has an old senior tabby cat she lovingly named beef stroganoff.

has several spots in the woods where she checks for dead animals to preserve/collects bones from. simon always goes with her under the guise of 'making sure she's safe', she thinks it's just because he wants an excuse to get out of the house. the first few times he hated the sight of them but has since gotten used to it. david has not.

struggles with depression and anxiety just as simon does, it's something they bonded over when they met.

her and simon met in high school. her and david met later on at a party when simon introduced them.

her room is always messy but very cozy- each wall covered in framed photos, posters, art projects and random decor she finds at thrift shops.

she's close with her family but hasn't told them any of the things simon has done. she doesn't want them to worry about who she's hanging out with, or trying to stop her. she also doesn't mention david's past when they eventually meet him and start asking questions.

likes going out to parties and concerts and big get togethers but she doesn't have the chance to go very often. she has a group of friends outside of simon and david but she doesn't see them nearly as much as she would like to.

loves deer. has a stuffed animal deer she's had since she was a kid that she never sleeps without.

lives off peppermint hot chocolate. it's a problem.

has a collage on her wall of all the photos simon has taken of her and him together. some are of just her and others are of spots that are important to them. she thought about taking it down after his confession but decided to keep it up after he started to get better.

doesn't smoke but never cares when simon does. he tries not to around her and she always has to remind him that she doesn't care.

she's the one who got simon into urban exploring. once breaking a window with a rock and simply saying 'whoops' before climbing in where in he chased after her terrified of her getting hurt.

loves her studies but hates being at the school. gets picked on a lot and doesn't like being stuck there for hours. she's gotten better at standing up for herself but would rather fade into the background most days.

has thought about moving away before but feels stuck on where she'd go and what she'd do. doesn't want to leave her friends or family but feels stagnant in Stockholm.

loves wearing bracelets and necklaces and rings- has made a lot of them herself in her ceramics class and by picking up bead work from her grandpa.

struggles with depersonalization and derealization causing a lot of her days to blend together, hours, days, weeks of her life feeling like she never lived them. she fills out planners and calendars and journals in an attempt to hold onto the memories but most of the time she doesn't even recognize her handwriting. her brother helps ground her, something to focus on, a way to remember what day it is and where she needs to be, same with her projects. it's not a perfect solution, but it's all she has.

fucking adores Christmas it is her favorite time of year. she is insanely prepared every year and has perfected the act of gift giving to an unsettling degree.

Purnell is a therapist she was recommended when she went to the school counselor after a particularly bad episode, she didn't end up going but later passed his name to simon. she doesn't know if he ever went either. she hopes he did.

has a lot of nightmares. she wakes up from them frantic and convinced something is wrong- either with herself or her family, and gets anxiety sick around them. she has trouble sleeping and has made a lot of late night concoctions from recipes off the internet to get herself to pass out.

gamer but casually. except for that one time she stayed up for a solid 26 hours grinding in a game and then missed school for three days. enjoys simulator games and cozy mystery stuff. was introduced to silent hill by simon and she's been hooked to horror since though.

Simon:

19 - he/him - bi

loves photography and wants to be a either a photographer or a filmmaker. he loves movies and talks about them constantly.

single child. it's only him and his mom and sometimes his aunt who visits from a few towns over every few months.

his dad died when he was younger- this is where he gets his switchblade from. it was a gift that he cant seem to let go of.

his moms is so worried about him partly because of his dad's death and due to his suicide attempt when he was 16. she's overprotective and constantly wanting updates on where he is and who he's with. he's never liked it but knows it's coming from a place of love so he always responds.

adores horror. reads a lot of horror books and binges horror movies. has a top ten list that he will recommend to anyone who will listen. his taste is kind of ass but his friends love him for it.

favorite color is red and buys Everything in said color. phone? red. jewelry for his piercings? red. pajamas and casual wear? red. lighter? red.

likes going out for really late walks when no one else is awake. it calms him down and makes him feel like he can breathe. he sneaks out a lot and comes home once the sun comes up before his mom wakes up.

his mom works two jobs to keep them afloat so he's alone a lot of the time. after his dad died they had to move into a smaller house and she had to work more hours to pay for his school. he tries helping out when he can.

he works at a movie rental store and hates every customer with a passion. sophie and david come to pester him most days and they're the only thing that keeps his attention on what he's doing. unless someone asks him for a recommendation. then he won't shut up.

has a cat named molly. she's a long-haired calico he found as a stray in his neighborhood that he couldn't help but bring home. david told him to name her LSD. he took sophie's suggestion of molly instead. he still hasn't realized she also suggested a drug name yet.

he feeds the stray cats in his neighborhood outside his bedroom window. even after his mom got on his ass about stopping doing that since it was attracting so many of them. he ignored her, obviously.

has an extensive music collection that he rarely shares with anyone else. sophie has gotten a peak at it once but he keeps it very close to his chest. she isn't sure why.

he likes drawing and painting. he doesn't do it very often, not having the money for expensive materials or the space but he still enjoys his art class at school and keeps a sketchbook in his bag when he leaves the house.

his phone is constantly out of storage due to the amount of pictures he takes. he fights with it daily to keep the ones that are 'super important'.

cuts his own hair and doesn't really care what it looks like, just that it's There. he wears his hood most of the time anyways so he barely pays it any mind.

likes taking photos of his friends and his family. he likes reminders of when things are good, physical things he can look at and hold when his depression gets bad.

struggles with depression, anxiety, and paranoid hallucinations. he doesn't know what causes them and tends to hide them when he has them, not telling anyone except for sophie, who attempts to comfort him but has a hard time doing so.

got over his crush on sophie after realizing how much he had scared her. how much he had hurt her accidentally and how sick it made him feel when he realized who he was turning into. he isolated himself a lot during this and has only started to get better after opening up to purnell- who sophie insisted he see- and david, who lets him rant as long as he wants when they smoke together.

he met david downtown when he nearly ran into him and they got into a fist fight before sitting on the curb together and smoking with broken noses and shitty lives to talk about. he was nervous about introducing his friends to each other because he didn't want sophie to be worried and he didn't want david rubbing off on her.

knows how to use so many guns because his dad used to take him hunting. he didn't learn a lot and his use of firearms is rusty but it's enough.

keeps to himself in school and doesn't really talk to anyone unless spoken to first, and even then he's really awkward. he's got anger issues and has a hard time not defaulting to aggression but he's working on it. he's trying to, at least.

wears mismatched socks everyday like it's a competition

UNBELIEVABLY messy eater- a lunch tray hates to see this man coming. it's gotten so bad to the point he just washes all his own dishes because he cannot eat without a mess to save his life. also a fast metabolism so he's constantly snacking or stealing food from his friend's houses

has an old laptop that he's had since middle school. it was his only Christmas present one year and he has drug it everywhere with him since. it's screen has a crack across it and the keyboard is dented in on one side. its loved, is always what he says.

gamer but doesn't really mention it to people. has an unhealthy amount of hours in the games he enjoys and makes a point to 100% everything he does. has weird niche knowledge about the development of his favorite games and has a really hard time not spoiling twists for people when he's excited. has on more than one occasional completely ruined the experience for sophie and she has never forgiven him. enjoys story driven games and horror/stealth based stuff- would adore the first outlast. he plays shooters but has a hard time focusing on them and loses interest pretty fast.

love/hate relationship with his photography professor. he's one of his best students and his teacher loves his work, praising it's ability to capture 'melancholic normalcy' he calls it, but simon also has a horrible time turning things in on time and thinks his teacher's assignments are lackluster, constantly pushing the boundaries of what he's allowed to turn in. he knows simon has a talent, he just isn't using it properly. not in class at least.

earbud user. constantly has them on him and has had to replace them an embarrassing amount of times, he wants to use headphones but he hates how they feel over his hood and under his hood so he sucks it up and uses earbuds.

Always has bandages on his fingers from picking at his nails until they bleed and from frequent paper cuts from his journal- namely from ripping it's pages out- so he goes through boxes upon boxes of them on small scrapes and cuts. The same treatment is applied to his sneakers, of which he's had since high school, that are held together with duct tape and love.

David:

23 - he/him - gay? he doesn't know but like, he has a hunch

oldest brother to two younger sisters. one of which he still talks to and one he hasn't seen since he was a kid.

doesn't talk to his parents. occasionally gets a call from his mom that lasts for hours but then doesn't hear from her for months. he and his dad don't get along.

out of rehab and working at a diner in Stockholm as a cook. he makes good enough pay to have an okay apartment and a car but doesn't have a lot of stuff. he's getting there.

moved to Stockholm after the events of AOM and needing a new start. he wanted somewhere to start fresh. more or else that's what he's getting.

knows a lot about mythology and different religions, going on tangents about the topic when he's high or sleep deprived, always startling sophie and simon with just How Much he knows. they always ask about it and he brushes them off.

he was raised in a cult. his parents extremely religious and overbearing as he was growing up, leading to his desperation to dissociate. this is why he and his dad don't get along, and why he cherishes the small connection his mom still attempts to make with him. his sister he still talks to got out sometime after he did, but the youngest didn't, and neither of them know where she is. he always tries to ask, his mom never has an answer.

still struggles with his addiction. he's doing better, but some days are worse than others when all he wants is to go back. those days he usually picks up more shifts at work or calls simon to see if he's free to go break shit in the woods.

he experiences hallucinations. voices and images and things that aren't there a common part of his day to day that he's surprised simon can relate to. they don't talk about them much, but both have a silent understanding whenever the other just wants to sit and let the world pass.

clicked with sophie really fast when they met- she reminds him of his youngest sister, and he sorta treats her as such. she noticed but hasn't brought any attention to it, enjoying the experience of having an annoying older brother who she can pester.

he likes to play guitar, wanted to be a professional guitarist but never had the chance. his sister keeps telling him to go for it again, that there's still time, but he can't see it going anywhere. he refuses to play for anyone else, only letting her hear what he's working on or what he's relearned to do after so long without touching the thing.

watches a LOT of drama shows and trash reality TV. has frequent noise complaints from shouting at his TV.

has a roommate named lydia who he has a tense relationship with. she's constantly on his ass about the mess and general upkeep of his own room and he's on her all the time about the shitty friends she brings around and how much noise she makes when he's trying to sleep. he's been kicked out enough times to know he needs to find another place he just doesn't know where to look.

wants to get a dog but has a hard time finding apartments that are pet friendly. wants to rescue one from a pound or shelter since it reminds him of the dog his family rescued when he was a kid.

isn't Swedish but is slowly learning the language to better familiarize himself with the city- simon and sophie help out and he's always embarrassed about how much he messes up or how he needs help from- in his words- 'a bunch of loser teenagers'

has a beat up old flip phone that has survived through many different moves, a trip to rehab, several breakups, a mid-life crisis, and getting run over like three times. it is stronger than any of us.

gives simon rides to class when he doesn't want to take the bus and each time simon has a new CD to add to his already bursting case that can barely fit in his glovebox. he never tells him no. he sometimes wishes he would though, the kid's taste in music is unbelievably depressing. one time david told him so and the next time simon got in his car he chucked a kids bop CD at him to prove a point. david played the entire thing in front of him for a week.

only shaves if forced at gunpoint- usually by his sister or coworkers.

terrified of hospitals and hates going if he doesn't have to. was once stabbed and begged lydia not to take him and to just deal with it there. the wound didn't heal right and the scar is mangled across the side of his stomach.

always makes sure his car and/or apartment is full of snacks and easy to make meals because he knows half the time he won't feel up to cooking or he'll toss them at sophie and simon because he knows they barely feed themselves.

the first time simon and sophie saw him in just his turtleneck without his hoodie over it they thought he was a different guy.

he likes writing music in his free time, random lyrics and meanings and thoughts written in the margins of his notepad or scrambled in his phone on break, he gets a lot of inspiration when walking around town or hanging out at the old abandoned mental hospital in the woods that sophie and simon always drag him to.

the scar under his eye is from an accident when he was a kid, tripping down a flight of stairs and hitting into a bookcase that knocked out one of his teeth as well.

really likes birds, knows a lot about them and is able to easily identify most of them. he has a lot of weird knowledge that he can pull out at random about all sorts of things.

gamer and is the worst about it. claims his taste is above everyone elses and he just, plays shooters and a lot of zombie games. gets bored of dialogue heavy games and simon has had to- on more than one occasion- smother him so that he doesn't talk through an important cutscene. has an insane amount of hours in farming simulator.

The reason he wears a turtleneck, other than constantly being cold, is to hide severe scarring on his throat from repeatedly being hanged as a child. It was a common punishment in the cult he grew up in as a sort of "use your breathe wisely or else we will take it from you". It was an extreme form of silence punishment for "talking back" to his parents or the leaders. This left him unable to walk or eat properly for days or weeks at a time, which is why to this day his voice is very hoarse and gruff, his vocal cords never really recovered.

#cry of fear #cry of fear sophie #simon henriksson #afraid of monsters #david leatherhoff #long post #i am SO SORRY for clogging the tag with this i will walk into the ocean #i think about these guys a lot #i couldve kept going #its best i didnt #anyways uhh finished AOM recently and am now onto my nightmare mode playthrough of COF so im about to be insufferable #i might add to this at random when i feel like it #i hope i wasn't too sad idk these characters Invoke something in me #also this post is entirely an invitation to argue with me or toss your own hcs at me #i love either

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loving-strawberry · 2 years ago

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✶(Reversed)Breaking up prank goes wrong with Stray Kids✶(Hyung-Line)

Maknae-Line Disclaimer: This has nothing to do with the other post on my blog!

Summary: You take your boyfriend prank seriously.

It was a request!

A little note: Sorry, not sorry. I wanted to go with full angst post, but I didn't know how to compensate the pain, so two of them will end up good. Maknae line will be posted in a few days, split as well. I will not be doing part two for the angst endings. Also, I got too much into details to do simple hcs.

Genre: Angst, Fluff. (2 Happy endings, 2 sad endings)

Pairing: Bf!Skz x gn!reader

Warning: lot of swearing, actual break up, mention of food and drinks, mention of cheating, talking about insecurities and not being good enough, talking about not feeling loved, mention of slapping and hitting (?) Possibly some writing mistakes.

Bang Chan☆

Felix fault on this one, honestly.

He told Chan about this prank, and Chan somehow... decided that it will be a good plan.

So he put his plan in use when you were out shopping and saw you were pretty late.

You left your boyfriend a little note saying that you went to do groceries, so he knows where did you go as he arrives home. And you left a specific time when you get home, because you are never late, so saying specific hours are normal.

But unfortunately for you, as you were driving back home, you got stuck in traffic. And your phone didn't had any battery left, leaving you stressed out because you will be late home and you hate being late.

Chan got home some time now, and saw the note, so he was expecting you to be back soon. But when he saw that you are not back yet and you're not responding his messages, he grown a bit worried, but calmed down, knowing that you had a good reason to be late. Most likely being stuck in traffic. That's when the thought of a break up prank that Felix showed him recently popped up in his head. This was his perfect opportunity to do it, knowing you don't really mind pranks and some of them you find them funny.

One hour later, you finally came home, stressed up for being this late.

As you enter your house, you see Chan sitting on the couch. "Hi, love! I'm sorry for being this late! I got stuck in traffic..." you smile sweetly and walk over to him.

Chan is actually relieved that he was right and you are safe, just stuck in traffic. But now's the time to go on with his plan. "Are you sure that you were stuck in traffic?" he asks suspiciously.

Now you are looking at him like his third eye just grew on his forehead, confused on what was that all about. "Yeah? Why?"

"I was just thinking that you were cheating on me. So, tell me straight up. Who are you seeing behind my back?" he looks at you in all seriousness.

"Am I what now??? How low are you thinking of me???" now really angry and even more stressed, because you couldn't believe what you are hearing. You didn't ever gave Chan any reason to think that you are cheating on him, but here you are, your boyfriend accusing you of this.

Straight up ignoring you just questioned, he continues his idea "I think this is over between us. I can't believe you."

"Are you fucking serious??" you are trying your best to keep yourself from slapping him right now. That's when you see his small smirk on his face, you realize that it was just a prank. Usually, you don't mind his random pranks learned from Felix, but right now, you were super stressed because of your late arrival home and because of the traffic, that you really got mad at him.

"Ok. We are over. As you said. Go on and pack up your things and leave." you say coldly as you look at him.

Oh shit... He fucked up. Now his smirk fade away so fast. "I'm really sorry, my love! It was a prank!" he come closer to you, but you just turned and walked away without saying another word. Finally understanding that you need some space, he walks out the front door in an instant.

You are now in your shared bedroom, sobbing out all of your painful feelings, trying to process what just happened. That was just a prank, but it did hurt you pretty bad. Was just because of the stress? Were you just too dramatic? Now you are regretting taking it too seriously and hope there will be a way of making up for it.

After 30 minutes, Chan comes back home, and you get out of the bedroom, wanting to talk with him, but before you could say anything, he shows up and stops in front of you, having a big bouquet of your favorite flowers and a box of chocolate.

"I really want to apologize for that reckless prank. I understand if you don't want to see me again, I should've known that it was going to hurt you. And I didn't have to accuse you of cheating either, even as a joke. I'm really, really sorry. I don't why I thought it was funny. I-" as he continues to ramble and mutter apologies, you take the bouquet and box out of his hands and hug him tightly.

"It's ok, love. I was also overreacting... I was too stressed and let it out on you... We both know that I won't ever cheat and I know that you trust me. But please don't do a prank like this again. These ones can hurt." you kiss his cheek and smile softly at him.

"You didn't overreact, you were hurt. And I promise I won't pull these pranks on you again. I love you so much." hugging you tightly to his chest, he starts kissing your lips over and over again, happy that you are still his and you forgave him.

"I love you too."

Lee Minho☆

He knew from the start that this prank is a stupid plan

Then why he did the prank on you anyway? No idea

He just texted you that he wanted to meet with you so you could talk something

So now, there you are. Standing in the middle of your living room, waiting for Minho to speak. You could see on his face that something isn't right, this putting an unsettling feeling all over you.

As you were about to ask him if something is wrong, your boyfriend spoke one thing that was actually unexpected for you, making your heart drop in an instant. "We need to break up..." he doesn't even looks at you, already feeling guilty.

"Why...? Without any reasons?... Did I do something wrong..." you are trying to make eye contact with him, but he just won't look at you. This is making you feel even worse than a few seconds ago. Million of thoughts starts going in your mind like a spiral and you start fighting to keep your tears from spilling "It was my fault... Wasn't it...? Was I not enough for you, I knew it..."

Hearing this, Minho finally looks up to you and the feeling of guilt now became full regret, written all over his face as well. "No! No! Don't say that!! It was all a prank!" he tries to take you in his arms, but you shove him away.

"Prank...? Seriously...?" you back away from him, not wanting to be anywhere near the man who was supposed to be protect you and your feelings, not to play around with them.

"I-... I'm really sorry... I don't even know why I did this prank... I know it was a stupid idea..." Minho tries getting closer to you again, but you just keep backing away.

"Yeah. It was a stupid idea. And I think I know why you did it. You don't actually care about me. Because if you did, you won't pull something this stupid on me." kept looking at the floor, you finally letting go to the flow of tears.

"I do care about you... I'm extremely sorry... I love you" he stops moving seeing how you just keep the distance.

"Oh please. Keep the apologies to yourself. You shouldn't do it in the first place. You surely do love me." the last sentence that escape your lips was a sarcastic one and also filled with venom. So much venom, that made Minho's next words caught in his throat.

"Leave my apartment, now. We really are over."

Nodding and without any protests, he just turns on his heels and goes towards the door. You are unable to move as you just look at your now ex boyfriend exiting through the door in silence.

As soon as the door close behind him, you finally broke down sobbing, everything being poured out alongside with your tears and heart aching with so much pain. You are so confused as to why he did something like that as a joke. Was this simple for your feelings to be played as they just got played a few minutes ago? Did he even cared about you in the first place? Did he even loved you?

Because of that prank, everything that was left now were two broken hearts. You were left in a spiral of thoughts and feelings. You were left hurt and in pain just because of a stupid prank.

Seo Changbin☆

He decided to do the prank right away after he heard about it, not really thinking it will bring any serious harm and it will be just fun

Oh boy... He was so wrong about it

And the fact that he did it on one of the most stressful periods in your life, left both of you in total pain

You just got to their dorms, wanting to spend some quality time with your teddy bear of a boyfriend and just let him hug all the stress out from your soul. Not knowing this will turn out to not happen anymore.

As you enter into Bin room, you were meet with a serious aura around your boyfriend "Is everything ok, teddy bear?"

"I need to talk with you about something..." he pats the free space on his bed, beside him and you go take a sit there. You look at your boyfriend and hum, letting him know that he has your full attention. "I miss you... I feel like you are not loving me anymore. I don't think I want to be in this relationship anymore" the look of hurt and confusion on your face right now made his heart fill with so much guilt and regret.

"What...? I'm so sorry... I was that busy that I forgot about you...? I thought I was giving you the love you needed..." truth be told, you are in an extremely stressed period of yours, you are focused on your exams and you've been studying so much that sometimes you forgot even about yourself, but that didn't really stopped you from according attention to your boyfriend whenever he needed you. This way, you were also getting rid of some of your stress, by spending time with him. The thought of you not giving enough love to Changbin never crossed your mind.

"It was a prank!! I'm sorry!!" he starts hugging you tight, hoping that you are going to forgive him. But this isn't the case right now. You force yourself out of his arms. All the stress you accumulate these past few days made you snap at him.

"You asshole! I was thinking that I made you feel unloved! What the fuck?! And why the fuck did you thought that doing something like this will be funny?? It is funny playing with someone's feelings??"

"I'm really sorry... I promise that you make me feel loved..." he doesn't dare looking at you anymore, regret getting everything in him.

"Yeah. Because I'm trying my best to give you all the love you need, even when I'm busy. But do you love me? Someone who loves won't do such a bullshit on their partner." you are sitting up from his bed and move towards the door, Changbin following you.

"Of course I love you! I promise I won't do anything like that on you again!" he tries to stops you from leaving, but you just storm out, scaring the other 3 members that were chilling in the living room.

"You are right. You won't do it anymore on me, because we are done for real. Hope your future girlfriend will be treated better. Don't contact me anymore." and with that, you loudly shut the front door behind you as the words flew in the air and left Changbin in pure terror.

"What the fuck did you do??" Hyunjin asks all confused.

"I think he played that break up prank I showed him a few days ago." Han responds, feeling guilty for showing this to Changbin, knowing fully well that you are stressed out with exams.

"Leave him alone, guys." Chan interrupts the other two, when he sees that Changbin is starting to tear up as the realization that he lost you for good hits him hard. He takes a final look at his members, then goes back in his room and locks the door. He just now realized that he will feel unloved from now on, as he mentioned at the start of his joke.

As for you... You just went straight home, trying your best to maintain your emotions from getting out in public, as you process the thought of your just now break up. What you wanted to be a chill evening after a stressful day, turned out to be actually the end of what you loved the most.

Now you won't be able to get all the hugs and kisses you were craving before. As you just want to be left alone, too hurt to see him again.

Hwang Hyunjin☆

He saw the hell prank on the internet, he wanted try it on you, not knowing the potential consequences

He's lucky the outcome isn't tragical

"Hyunnie, I'm here!" you said as you arrived at his dorm. He texted you a few hours ago to pay him a visit after you get off work, as he wanted to talk with you. You did as your boyfriend asked. Not really paying too much mind about why he asked to see you all of the sudden.

"Oh... Hi" you take a look at your nervous boyfriend and starts to feel uneasy yourself. "Can we talk about something...?" he gulps as you make eye contact.

"Did something happen, love?" taking a sit on his bed, you let him gather his thoughts as he just pace back and forth in his room.

"Unfortunately... I'm forced to break up with you..." he says, not looking at you, knowing that his soft spot for your sad eyes will kill him in an instant.

"But we are allowed to date as long as it's not public our relationship. What are you talking about?" you are more confused than hurt, honestly. But of course you still feel sad hearing about all of this.

"Our managers are saying that I'm distracted easily. And they believe is because of you. I'm sorry, my beauty" he finally looks at you again, and instantly regretted everything as soon as he sees your face stained with tears already.

"It's ok. I understand." you get up and head towards the door to leave, wiping away the tears that keeps overflowing your eyes.

Hyunjin runs after you and hugs you extremely tight in his arms, that you almost can't breathe anymore. "I'm so, so, so, so sorry, my love! It was just a prank, I swear!!! I won't ever break up with you for real, doesn't matter who is forcing me to! I'd rather give up everything for you!"

"Are you serious? A prank?" you give your boyfriend a deadly stare when you hear his explanation.

"Yeah..." he looks so defeated right now by his stupid choice of actions.

"How old are you? 7?" you hit Hyunjin on the back of his head.

"Ow!!! I'm really sorry, ok!? I won't do it again! Can I have your forgiveness...?" he starts massaging the spot where you hit him as he's dramatically asking for you to stay with him and forgive him.

"Fine. You're forgiven. But I'm excepting lots of cuddles tonight." you pout and your boyfriend starts laughing at how cute you are.

"Of course, my muse."

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seenoversundown · 5 months ago

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Amongst The Stars: Chapter Six

Josh x Quinn (Nonbinary OC)

Warnings: Shitty Partner (are you shocked?), Craig is Stupid (and we don’t respect him), Mentions of Alcohol, Verbal fighting, Medieval Nicknames, Pining Friendly Care and Concern for your Friends, Almost being injured with a knife.

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary: Josh has always loved love, and he's finally found it. Buuuut, he can't exactly tell anyone. Join him as he navigates the ins and outs of his sweet, secret romance.

Author's Note: This, THIS, is one of the chapters I have been most excited for you all to read. So strap in babies, the story is really getting started now. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. And, as always; our Quinn is a ray of sunlight and Craig is a stinky loser. Alsooooooo — Sorry for any weird formatting issues, I had to post this from my phone because the desktop site wouldn’t let me post 🤨🥲 (I’ll eventually reformat it once the site figures it out)

"But I wish there was somethin' you would do or say To try and make me change my mind and stay" Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right - Bob Dylan

I walk into the apartment and hear Craig banging pots and pans around in the kitchen. He’s mad again. He’s been in a constant state of anger since he found me talking to Josh in the craft store. The anger had been an issue for longer, but it has worsened since that day. He’s been picking random fights over the most minor things. Everything from him not having enough clean socks to my “slamming” the door while he’s trying to nap.

“Hey babe, I’m only here for a little bit. I’m going to stay with Willa tonight. She needs an extra set of hands for a new project,” I yell out, making my way to the bedroom to pack a bag.

I hear Craig stop banging around in the kitchen. I listen, bracing myself for a fight, as he stomps through the apartment behind me.

“Oh yeah? And why can’t she find a different friend to help?” Craig grits out through clenched teeth.

“She could. But she doesn’t want to, and that’s valid.”

“You are always so worried about everyone else but me. And I really don’t think that’s fair to our relationship.”

“What does that even mean?” I’m starting to get angry at this point. All I do, day in and day out, is ensure that our life together runs smoothly. I pick his groceries up. I let him use my car so he can do whatever he does while I’m working to pay our bills.

“I just think it’s interesting that you met that guy from the craft store, and now you hardly want to be in the same room as me.”

“You’re being an asshole because you’re… jealous?” I huff out a humorless chuckle.

“I mean, I guess? You seem to loooove talking to him while I’m stuck here begging to see you in your spare time.” He slams his hand against the door frame. I roll my eyes at his little outburst and continue shoving clothes into my overnight bag.

“Good job, Detective Craig, you caught me! I’m in love with Josh. Head over heels for a man I’ve only spoken with at his job!” I watch his eyes darken with rage as I add a sarcastic round of applause. I’m far too annoyed with him to stop myself from pushing his buttons even more. If he wants to fight, we can fucking fight.

“I uprooted my entire life back home for you, Quinn. I packed up everything I own, threw my entire life in the back of a moving truck, and moved here with you. I did that, and you’re laughing at me?”

“Of course I am laughing at you. You’re being absurd.”

“I’m being absurd?! I didn’t realize it was absurd to want to spend time with your partner.”

“It’s absurd that you’re mad at me over the manager of the store where I get art supplies. It’s absurd that you’re turning this all into a pity party for yourself. It’s absurd that I’ve wasted the last 20 minutes arguing with you when Willa needs my help.”

“It’s absurd that we’re arguing and you’re worried about your friends.”

“I didn’t start the argument, bud. I was content to pack my bag and head out, but you wanted to make it a thing.” I sling my packed bag over my shoulder and walk to the bedroom door as Craig steps in the way to block my path.

“Get out of my way, Craig.”

“If you step outside this house right now, I honestly don’t know where that will leave us.”

“I guess we’ll figure it out later, then.” I duck under his arm and make my way to the front door, grabbing my keys and storming out the door.

I hop in my car and text Willa, letting her know I am on my way. I spent the short drive contemplating the state of my relationship with Craig. Where does he get off acting like I am the problem here? I spend almost every waking moment doing things for him. I do his laundry; I cook his meals; I don’t even care that he doesn’t have a job. I let so much of his bullshit slide. But he treats me like I’m doing something wrong because I want to hang out with my friends. Because I talk to a guy who works at the craft store? When it gets down to it, our relationship isn’t working right now. But, then again, it hasn’t been working for a while. The Josh Thing is just the icing on top of the cake. He has always been jealous and suspicious of me leaning on people besides him. He still sometimes questions my closeness with Willa. He knows we have been best friends for years, way longer than I've known him, yet he is still suspicious.

I slam my car in park once I’m outside of Willa’s apartment complex. I take a few moments to collect myself. I know that it won’t matter, though. I am rarely sad or upset, but when I am, Willa can sniff it out like a bloodhound. She’s always had the unique ability to see directly through me, which is why we’re so close. I walk up to her front door and unlock it with the spare key she gave me the first day she moved in. When I open the door, I am immediately hit with the scent of Willa’s signature sage and citrus candle. I swear she has one burning 24/7, and, at this point, her emotional support candle is becoming mine. I immediately feel myself calm down as I breathe it in.

“Honey, I’m home!” I yell out, setting my bag down in the foyer.

“In the Kitchen!”

I step through the apartment, making my way to the kitchen. I stop in the living room to survey the Throw Pillow situation. Willa thrives in a comfortable space, so I swear there’s at least one new pillow every time I drop by. I stop at her gallery wall next. I let out a soft chuckle, remembering the time that she asked if she wanted me to alter any of the photos from before I came out. “I can photoshop your head or something, but I look good; I can’t just take them down”

This was always her excuse, but it’s because those photos were from easier times. They held a sense of nostalgia for both of us, and neither one of us wanted them taken down. They were photos from our time in college. They were from well before Craig blew into my life, causing issues between Willa and me. It does warm my heart knowing that I still hold so much space on her gallery wall, even after the small wedge he’s driven between us.

I finally walk into the kitchen and see her standing before her table. There is an explosion of flowers surrounding various crystals laid across the table. On the floor next to her, there’s a box of other witchy-looking supplies

“What are you working on tonight?”

“Freelance gig for that new occult shop, Garden’s Gate. They asked if I’d photograph products for their website.” She glances up and hands me a large, white piece of cardboard.

“I need your help nailing this lighting real quick. I’m trying to go for a more whimsigoth feel, but the lighting is too harsh without the bounce board.” I nod my head and pretend I understand what I’m doing. Photography was never my forte.

“And don’t think I’ll forget that look on your face. We will be discussing whatever Craig did once I have this shot.” She quirks an eyebrow at me, then directs me to hold the bounce board in front of her lighting rig. After Willa finishes the product shoot, she finally looks at me. I heave out a sigh, not ready to have this conversation and sit down at the kitchen table. She heads to the fridge and pulls out two hard ciders. Cracking them both open, she sits across from me at the table.

“So, spill.” She says softly.

“Craig and I might be done. I was so mean to him when I got home…” I trail off, hoping she won’t make me spill all the dirty details.

“Mhm…” She waves her hand, motioning for me to continue.

I suck in a deep breath and begin recounting the events of the evening. I try to avoid eye contact with Willa throughout my spiel. Instead, I focus on peeling the label off of my bottle. I avoid eye contact because I already know how she looks at me. Anger in her eyes, a bit of pity. I don’t need pity; I know the situation is messed up. When I finish, I finally look up and meet her eyes across the table.

“Quinn, you know you can’t let him treat you that way, right?” She questions softly, as if trying to lessen the blow of what I already know.

“I know, but I was horrible right back at him tonight.”

“You were horrible to him because he has been horrible to you, and you hit your breaking point. Anyone would do the same. Hell, I’ve acted way worse for way less reason,“she begins to laugh at herself, “Actually, on second thought, I’m not the greatest barometer for anger management.”

I bark out a laugh with her. She’s not wrong; she has one of the shortest and most explosive fuses I’ve ever seen on a person.

“That’s all besides the point. What you need to consider is, yeah, you were horrible to Craig. But, the way you spoke to him doesn’t reflect who you are as a person, and he brought that out in you.”

I’m quiet for a second as I mull everything over. Craig did give up so much for me, for us. But I don't think I can continue living like this. I don’t like the person I was with him tonight. I don’t like that he has the ability to bring that out in me. I don’t appreciate the jealousy that he harbors. That jealousy has led to so much distrust between us throughout the years.

“I have to break up with him,” I sigh, “This hasn’t been working, and I don’t see it getting better any time soon. Especially if he’s gonna throw Josh in my face.”

“I’m not agreeing with him, but you have been talking about Josh a lot. Got anything else you want to share?” Willa looks at me, eyes alight with mischief.

I groan, rubbing my hands down my face.

“Not you, too. Josh is an acquaintance. I’ve seen him once outside of the craft store, and it was by accident.”

“Whatever you say, babes!” She laughs before continuing, “But really, if you doooo break up with Craig… I’ve been thinking about getting a roommate.”

“It can be like college! No pesky boys stirring up trouble, just us hanging out.”

“I do like the sound of that, Quinny.”

I wake up early the following day, feelings weighing heavily on my chest. It’s a strange mixture of excitement and dread. The excitement makes me feel worse; I am about to ruin my long-term partner’s day. I should not feel giddy in any sense, and yet. I stretch my limbs as I stand up from the couch and begin my trek to the kitchen for something to drink.

“Good morning!” Willa startles me as I turn into the kitchen. She shoves a freshly poured cup of coffee into my hands.

“‘Morning, Wills,” I grunt as I take a sip from my mug. Of course, Willa made it just how I like it: 2 sugars and a bit of oat milk. I close my eyes and feel the caffeine coursing through my bloodstream, waking my brain.

“Are we making boys cry today?” Willa asks, with a bit too much glee for the hour.

“Please, try to sound at least a little bit upset about the disintegration of my relationship.”

“Are we making boys cry today?” She tries again, this time adding an exaggerated frown.

“I am making a boy cry today. You are welcome to tag along and sit in the car.”

She rolls her eyes and sticks her tongue out at me, “You’re no fun!”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m gonna get dressed, and you ought to do the same if you want to come.”

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Willa and I pass the time on the drive over to my apartment by figuring out what I am going to tell Craig. We both know that this will not end happily. Craig will turn it into a situation just like he does everything else. This is why I ultimately decided to allow Willa to come up with me. There is strength in numbers, and Craig is less likely to cause a scene or do something entirely inappropriate if there is a witness. We trudge up the stairs to the second-floor apartment I share with Craig, and I turn to face Willa before unlocking the door.

Willa pulls me into a bear hug, “I know this seems complicated, but you're doing the right thing. I am so proud of you.”

I choke up a bit, then lean deeper into the hug. “Thank you.”

We stand like that for a moment, sharing each other's love and energy, before I turn back and unlock the door. It's quiet as we enter the house. I walk into the living room to find Craig passed out on the couch with his Xbox controller and several empty beer bottles strewn haphazardly around him. God, it's a good thing Willa decided to come in with me. He can be an absolute toad when he’s hungover. Though, I guess that shouldn't be shocking, considering he is a toad 75% of the time now.

“Hey, can you head to my room and start packing some of my stuff while I deal with this?” I ask in a hushed voice.

Even if Craig deserves to be woken up, I don't want Willa to face any of his ire.

“Sure thing, Quinny. Is there anything you want in particular?”

“Just clothes for a few days until I can secure a truck to move the rest of it, I guess.”

As she retreats further into the apartment, I walk over to the couch. I can't help the feelings of disgust that wash over me, seeing Craig in this state. Typically, I wouldn't care about this; everyone has a rough night every now and then. However, Craig’s lousy night was of his own making. He chose this, so he gets no sympathy from me— no sympathy as I turn the bright overhead lights on. Not an ounce of pity from me as I connect to our Bluetooth speaker and begin blasting some generic Top 40 pop at full volume. Absolutely no compassion as I bring the trash can from the kitchen into the living room and start forcefully throwing his spent bottles into it. Content with my somewhat dramatic display, I glance at Craig and see him stirring. He cracks one eyeball open and levels me with a glare.

“Can you shut that shit off?” he growls at me.

“Oh good! You’re up,” I innocently bat my eyes at him, “I think we need to have a conversation, dear.”

“What on earth could we have to talk about at —” he cuts himself off to check the time, “7:30 in the fucking morning?”

Before I can answer, a big thump followed by a pained howl sounds from our bedroom.

“What was that?” Craig narrows his eyes at me.

I shrug, unwilling to give up Willa’s spot so soon. The likelihood of Craig actually getting up to check in his current state is extremely low.

“What. Was. That?!” He grits out more forcefully, finally sitting up.

Before I have time to shrug again, Willa pops her head out of the bedroom and shoots me a smug wink. I brace myself, knowing that whatever she’s about to say is guaranteed to piss him off.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, Greg… it's just little old me.”

I struggle to hold in a slight chuckle, watching as realization dawns on Craig’s face. He whips his head around to catch a glimpse of Willa’s shit-eating grin before she “disappears” back into the room. I know she’s standing just out of sight but still close enough to eavesdrop.

“What are you doing in my house, Willa?” he yells after her.

“I dunno pal, why don't you ask Quinny?” she sing-songs back at him, riling him up even more.

Craig lets out an exasperated sigh, “Quinn. You said we need to talk?”

I nod my head.

“K, so start talking.”

I close my eyes and suck in a deep, grounding breath.

“Willa is here because she is helping me pack some of my things up.” I raise my eyebrows at him, silently begging him to get the point.

“Uh… why are you doing that?”

“Because I’m moving out, Craig.” He meets my eyes with a look of confusion.

He truly never was the smartest, but I was hoping he’d be able to put two and two together. Unfortunately not.

“I’m breaking up with you,” I spit out quickly, “and I am moving in with Willa,” I add more pointedly.

I can see the wheels finally start turning in his head.

“You’re breaking up with me… for Willa?”

Willa lets out an unhinged cackle from the bedroom, and I hear her muffled voice say something that sounds a lot like “moron.” My patience is hanging on by a thread at this point, but I continue.

“No, Craig. I’m breaking up with you because you drive me insane. You constantly pick fights with me, you’re jealous, you turn me into someone I’m not.” I take a breath, proud of myself for working up the courage to be direct. “That fight we had last night was my final straw. You told me that if I went to Willa’s, you didn't know where that would leave us. Well, I do know where that leaves us. We’re done.”

“You don't get to make this choice for us.”

Willa pops back out of the room, “Yeah, they do, asshole!”

“Stay out of this,” Craig warns.

“Or what? We all know you'll keep yourself planted right where you're at. You’re not going to stop me from talking, you're not going to stop Quinn from ending this, and you're certainly not going to stop us from walking out the door once I’m done in here!”

In this moment, I am once again reminded of the sheer love and respect I have for Willa. She has been there for me, and she makes it a point to prove that she will continue to be there for me. It dawns on me that this is the type of care and respect I deserve in all of my relationships, and I won't accept anything less from now on.

“Hey,” I snap my fingers to get Craig’s attention, “we are having a conversation, not you and Willa.”

“B-but! She! She started it,” Craig sputters out.

“Doesn’t matter. The point is - did you see what just happened? Where Willa came to my defense? You don’t do that; you never have, and I��m over it! I deserve to be treated like a PARTNER, like a HUMAN. And instead, you treat me like some robot maid! You only care about your quality of life, and mine comes second. I’m tired of not being first in your mind because you have ALWAYS been first in mine.” My voice cracks. I don't want to cry, but I can feel it coming.

“You can’t leave me. How am I supposed to pay for the apartment on my own?”

Absolute blind rage courses through me, overtaking the tears that were threatening to fall, as I lunge for one of the throw pillows he must have knocked onto the floor in his drunken state last night. I clutch it tight to my chest for a second, begging my anger to subside.

“Did you hear me, Quinn? Or do you just not care?”

I finally snap. I rear my arm and full-force chuck the pillow at his head, watching his arms flail as he tries to catch it. He fails, and it hits its mark with a satisfying slap.

“No, CRAIG, I don't care,” I hold up a hand and begin counting his options off on my fingers,” Get a job… get a roommate… crawl back home to your mother. The choice is yours! Leave me out of it.”

Willa clears her throat and stands beside me, grabbing my hand.

“Ready to go?” She asks gently, sensing that I’m about to break. I nod my head, and she begins pulling me toward the front door. As we head out the door, I turn back to look at Craig, “I’ll reach out when I’m ready to pick up the rest of my stuff.”

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Willa graciously carries my bag into the - our - apartment and sets it in the spare room. I feel like a weight has been lifted off my chest.

“Thank you, madam!” I say in my best Knight impression

“Of course, my liege,” she curtseys, “I’m just happy to have you here, Quinny.”

I pull her in for another quick hug to show my appreciation without having to vocalize it. My emotional battery is almost depleted after my conversation with Craig. When I pull back, I see the devious smirk on Willa’s face, and I know she’s going to bring up The Pillow Incident that she absolutely watched from the corner before getting me out of there.

“Can we talk about what a little badass you are? THE PILLOW? I didn't think you had it in you!” She lets out a little giggle.

“Honestly, not one of my finest moments. But it seemed to get the point through his thick skull.”

“Oh, don't sell yourself short. I think it was a wonderful moment. Fucker had it coming. He’s lucky it was from you, not me.”

I check the time, ignoring her dramatics.

“Do you want brunch? I’ll cook since I’m sure your guard dog duties wore you out.”

“Oh! A lovely idea. I’ll run out and grab stuff for mimosas?”

“Day drinking almost sounds better than brunch if I can be honest.” I chuckle and head into the kitchen as Willa makes her way out the door.

I pop in my headphones and start cooking. I let myself get lost in the monotony of cutting vegetables and cracking eggs.

As I’m chopping away, I find my thoughts wandering back to Josh. My little sunshine incarnate friend from the craft store. The one who listens when I speak. The one who cares and asks me about the projects I’m working on. The one who takes 3 seconds to ask me how my week has been. The poor guy who doesn’t even know he was the final straw in my relationship cracking apart. Not that it’s his fault that Craig doesn’t understand how friendships work. Part of me wishes I had some excuse to go see him. As helpful as Willa is, she’s been anti-Craig since before we even made our relationship official and can hardly go a moment without insulting him. Which is understandable, but that same part of me that wants to make an excuse to go to see him also knows that Josh would be able to soothe me in a way she can’t. That part of me knows that seeing his stupid little dimpled smile would cheer me up. The knife clatters out of my hand when I run that back in my head and realize what I’ve been thinking about.

Willa pops up behind me at the counter, “Careful, butterfingers. Don’t wanna have to drive you to the ER.”

“Jesus CHRIST, Willa,” I shriek, slapping my clean hand to my chest, “When did you get back?”

“Five or so minutes ago, you’ve just been in your own little world, and I didn’t want to bother you.”

I feel a blush creep to the tops of my cheeks. Had I really been that lost in thought about Josh?

“Well, now that you’ve nearly given me a heart attack, do you think you could make me a mimosa? Omelets will be up in about 15.”

“Anything for you, my dear!”

As I place my pan on the stove and begin heating it, I vow to stop thinking about Stock Boy for the rest of the day. After all, Willa is right. With the day I’ve already had, the last thing I need is a trip to the ER.

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Grow Up

• Paring: Min Yoongi x Reader

• Synopsis: Yoongi tells you to “grow up”, whatever the hell that means.

• Genre: Angst Sorta ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

• Word Count 573

• Word Count: Cheater Yoongi!

Warnings: Angry Reader!, Cursing, Mentions of sex but nothing toooo serious

notes: I have in fact posted this one before because I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED MY OLD ACCOUNT IM SO SAD but anyways used the same banner and same story but I did change the title (but this is only if you have read this story before)

“Grow Up.” He says, looking down at me. Many people have looked down on me, but never him. So, why does he look down on me now? He’s the one who is supposed to love me, for better or for worse. So why does he now stand in front of me, with so much disgust and hate in his eyes. “Grow Up? I’m the one that is supposed to grow up?” My voice grows in volume as well as my body grows with anger. “Yeah, Grow the fuck up y/n.”

I look at him, bewildered, “I’m supposed to forgive you? After what you've done to me?” He groans, and walks away, heading to the refrigerator. He opens the fridge and grabs a beer out of it, popping it open and taking a big gulp of it, all in one go.

I quickly make my way over to him, “You, Yoongi, are the one who should be growing up here. I have never, and will never, even think about doing what you did to me, to you.” I say, pushing my pointer finger into his chest. He pushes my hand away. “This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you. I knew you were going to freak the fuck out.” He rolls his eyes. “Of course I would freak the fuck out, You fucking slept with your fucking co-working, on OUR fucking annaversity, And your sorry ass comes home and thinks you can apologize like you dropped a fucking glass plate that my grandmother gave to me!" He scoffs, "I said that I was sorry. I don't know what else you want from me." I shake my head and laugh a little, “You really are a piece of shit Min Yoongi.” I say, turning away.

When I leave the kitchen I go straight up to our shared bedroom. I never thought that he could be capable of doing this. Of cheating on me. I would never have done this shit to him. And he thinks just saying sorry is going to cut it? And He tells me to ‘Grow Up’ When I obviously dont react nicely to being told that my boyfriend of five years fucking cheated on me with some random bitch from work. And yet I’m the immature one here? Hell to the fucking no.

I angrily grab my suitcase and a random tote bag. I angrily grab and shove clothing and shoes in the bags. I hear footsteps coming up to the bedroom, but I continue to open drawers and swing open closet doors. “What the fuck do you think your’e doing?” Yoongi asks. “Leaving your sorry ass.” He scoffs, “You can’t live without me.” Now it was my turn to scoff, “And what the fuck did you think I did before I met your cheating ass, huh?” I say, entering the bathroom to grab all of the toiletries I use.

Yoongi follows me, “Y/n, seriously stop. This is ridiculous. It was an accident, honestly.” He says, blocking me from leaving the bathroom. “An accident is spilling your drink in a car, Falling and getting your dick stuck in a coworker’s pussy isn't. Now get the fuck out of my way.” I say, pushing on his shoulders. Thankfully he moves his big ass out of the doorway. “I am leaving your ass and getting the HELL away from here.” He stays silent while I finish packing my things.

“I hope I never see you ever again Min Yoongi. Fuck You.”

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j0hnj4ej3n · 2 years ago

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nct dream getting their backs scratched

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: mentions of food and implied insomnia

Notes: hi everyone! i finally have some time to work on requests~ this has been requested for so long i am so sorry for putting it off for so long but i hope you all enjoy reading this one! i have a couple more wips in my drafts that i will post in the following days/weeks so do look out for that! feel free to send in requests too, i will try to write as many of them as possible over my summer break! i hope yall like this one and take care everyone <3

𔘓Mark:

The two of you are cuddling on the couch while watching Spider-man (again, because Mark’s favourite spidey is Tobey’s). Mark is lying on top of you, his head is resting on your chest as you run your fingers through his hair and you can feel him physically melt and relax on top of you. You decide to sooth your hand down to his shoulders, then his back, running your hand lightly up and down. Mark squirms a little but you don’t think much of it. But when you start to gently scratch Mark’s back, like you do with his hair he lets out something close to a yelp and shoots up. “WHAT? What? Are you okay?” you asked, shocked by his reaction. Mark only lets out a giggle, “Sorry, that really tickled…I TRIED to hold it in but it’s so ticklish babe”. You hit his shoulder playfully, jokingly scolding him for scaring you. After the two of you calm down, you stretch out your arms for Mark to return into your embrace. Instead, you feel his strong arm under your lower back, pulling you close and flipping the two of you over. Now you’re the one who’s relaxed on top of him as he traces random shapes against your bare waist.

𔘓Renjun:

“ARRGH!”, you hear your boyfriend groan in frustration from beside you. “What are you doing?” you ask as you try to hold back your laughter, watching Renjun twist and contort his arm trying to scratch an itch on his back. “Pass me the remote, my back is so itchy it’s killing me”, he stuck out his hand in annoyance. All you can do is chuckle because how is he still so cute with that frown on his face? And why use the remote when you’re right here? So instead of handing him the remote, you gently turn him around so you’re facing his back. “Where does it itch?” “Near my spine, I can’t reach it” “Here?” “Lower” “Where? Here?” “Lower, to the left” “Okay” “Love, i said LEFT!” And when you finally hit the bull's eye, Renjun breathes out a sigh of relief. His shoulders hunched, just enjoying the way your fingers run across the portion of his back he has been failing to reach. “Thanks love, you’re the best”.

𔘓Jeno:

Jeno just got home from training and is currently devouring his burger in front of you. He was never a messy eater but you guess training was tough today because this boy has sauce all over his fingers and didn’t even stop to clean like he usually would. You’re sitting in front of him at the dining table, stealing some of his fries when he slows down his chewing and starts rubbing his back against the backrest of the chair. You look at him trying to figure out what he was doing when his doe eyes look back at you, troubled. “Baby, can you help me with something?” Jeno asks with one side of his cheek stuffed. You nod as you pop another fry into your mouth, “My back really itches but…” and with that Jeno raises his hands up slightly, showing you the reason he can’t relieve his itch right now. So you immediately get up and walk over to his side of the table and help him with his itch.

𔘓Haechan:

Haechan has been rambling since he got out of the shower about how exhausted he was from going hiking with the boys. “I swear I am never going again, why can’t we walk on straight, smooth pavements like normal people?” He puffs as he aggressively dries his hair with the towel. “ALSO! There are so many bugs… I have bites everywhere, even on my back! Can you believe it?” “Alright alright, babe calm down.” “Calm down? I-” “Enough, come here”. You said, patting the spot in front of you on the bed. Once he settles in front of you, a little wary of what you’re up to, you start to run your nails across his back gently. Haechan’s tense shoulders begin to relax and you hear his breath start to slow down as compared to his agitated puffs from before. “Better?” “Yes, better… I’m still never going hiking again” You laugh at his stubborn front, knowing damn well he’d still do it if the boys really wanted to hike again because even though he’d complain the whole way, Haechan would do anything if it means his friends would be happy.

𔘓Jaemin:

“Honey? Can you do that thing you did last night?” You quirk an eyebrow, thinking back to figure out what Jaemin was talking about. “The thing with your nails,” he continues, getting comfortable under the covers. “Oh, you mean when I scratched your back?” You asked. “Was that considered a back scratch though? You were so gentle”. You smile down at him, even barefaced Jaemin doesn’t fail to mesmerise you. “I guess? But it feels nice huh?” You asked as you shimmied to join him under the covers, reaching an arm over him to lightly run your nails along his clothed back. He only hums in reply, nuzzling his face into your cheek. You scratch his back in comfortable silence and from Jaemin’s slow breathing, you thought he had already fallen asleep but you don’t stop scratching his back just in case. Suddenly, Jaemin pulls your hand away softly, pulling it close to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “Okay, now your turn”, as he reaches over you, draping his arm over your torso to return the favour.

𔘓Chenle:

“Okay sorry, please help me”, Chenle begs while laughing, pulling your arm to keep you from walking away. “You won’t stop moving, how am I supposed to help you!” You retorted, trying to pull your arm away. “Nooo, please please! I’ll try to hold it this time, it’s SO ITCHY!” You laugh as you warn Chenle again to stop squirming before you kneel behind him to scratch a spot on his back he can’t reach. “AH STOP! I can’t!” Chenle screams and gets up, you look up at him dumbfounded. “I haven’t even touched you!” “I can feel your hand lingering! Don’t linger, it tickles…” Chenle whines. You let out the deepest sigh and Chenle laughs at your expression. “Forget it, you deal with it yourself. I don’t care anymore”, you said as you got up to go back to your shared room as Chenle chased you from behind still laughing.

𔘓Jisung:

Jisung has been having trouble sleeping well recently, always waking up in the middle of the night and struggling to go back to sleep. Tonight is no different, you turn over to cold sheets and you get up to look for Jisung. He’s sitting on the sofa, listening to music softly playing on his phone. “Can’t go back to sleep?” “Sorry, baby… did I wake you?” You shake your head and join him on the sofa. The two of you naturally fall into each other’s arms, with Jisung lying on top of you, your legs intertwined. You’re still sleepy, your eyelids getting heavier. But Jisung’s eyes are still blinking attentively, staring at the ticking clock on your wall. “Close your eyes… won’t sleep till you do…” You whisper to him. “It’s okay baby, just sleep, I’ll fall asleep eventually”. You gently drag your hand over his eyes, feeling his eyelashes flutter against your palm, his eyes closing. With your free hand, you lightly scratch his back, moving up and down at a slow pace. “Feels nice…” Jisung mumbles against your neck and you move your hand that was covering his eyes to pat his head. You don’t know who ended up falling asleep first, but the two of you didn’t get up till the afternoon sun was shining through the balcony door the next day.

#nct dream #nct dream scenarios #nct dream reactions #nct dream fluff #nct mark #nct renjun #nct jeno #nct haechan #nct jaemin #nct chenle #nct jisung #j0hnj4ej3n

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fannyrosie · 2 years ago

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I've followed you for quite a while and I've always loved your style plus I lived vicariously through your life in Japan lol. I'm sorry if you've already posted this I couldn't find the post but I was wondering why you left Japan. It's my dream to live there one day and I was curious what it was like.

I have answered that in my Instagram Stories, but here is the long story version (TL;DR: I came back mainly because of my poor health):

I left Japan after 6 1/2 years for several reasons, but one the main reason is because of my health. I've never been the healthiest person, even before moving there (I was even dubbed "the sick one" at my old job because I often had to suddenly leave work in the afternoons). I was constantly tired and had really bad abdominal pains. I saw several doctors in Montreal, and all I managed to get was a diagnosis for IBS and anxiety. However, I was functional most days, and managed to work and live relatively normally, as long as I rested a lot and stuck to my FODMAP diet.

During the few first years of my life in Japan, my physical health remained that way, with some random very bad health periods, but overall, I was fine. I even started to workout regularly to improve my posture and muscles. However, from 2020 onwards, my health declined significantly. On top of my worsening IBS, I started having really bad spine pains, radiating to my head, chest and arms, and making me so tired I had to take several days of rest every time I went out. I started to catch every little virus I got in contact with, and had to avoid taking public transport the most I could. I was working from home, and walked a lot, so that was manageable, but it made me more isolated.

I saw several doctors, but even though they did blood tests and x-rays, they couldn't find anything and just assumed it was stress. After reading about EDS, I thought I might have that (since I am also hypermobile), and had to wait 7 months to get an appointment at Todai's hospital. However, on the day of my appointment, I got told that Todai only deals with EDS related to heart issues, and my tests were all normal, including my x-rays. That was in June 2022, and was the final straw, as it proved that even the most advanced hospital in Japan couldn't help me. By that time, I had to wear a back brace to do the most basic things, like laundry or going to the supermarket, and was taking painkillers every day. I had to stop working because I couldn't work on my computer for more than 2 hours a day. Obviously, no work=no money.

Coming back to Québec, I had to wait 3 months to get back on the public health system, and as of today (6 months after being back), I managed to get x-rays and MRI showing I have: discopathy (degenerative spine disk disease), osteoarthritis (degenerative joint disease), several herniated disks in my cervical region and pinched nerves due disks collapsing. Basically, I have the spine of a 70 year old. I have been referred to a physiatrist, but we all know that Québec's public health system is very slow. so God knows when I'll see one. Nevertheless, they found something, which is better than all the doctors in Japan who told me it was just stress. Japan sadly has a big culture of having to "endure" pain (mental or physical), and it shows in their medical system.

Due to the degenerative nature of the illnesses they found up to now, my health is constantly getting worse. I used to have good and bad health days, but now, I have more bad health days than good health days. I still take painkillers every day and wear my back brace to do normal tasks, but most days, these are not enough. I am trying to make the most of my "good" health days by dressing up and doing nice things, but I never know how I will be the next day (or hour).

I had to take two breaks writing this; hopefully it makes sense haha

#questions and answers

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yellowloid · 1 year ago

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my experience at am's show (3arena, dublin, 15/10/2023)

starting to write this post while stuck waiting at the airport, after somehow managing to get rid of my sleep deprivation headache through an overpriced orange juice. (edit: it's been two days and i'm stuck at home with a cold and it's all their fault) (jk) (i mean i guess that's giving me an incentive to finish writing this post so yknow. silver linings)

i'm sorry in advance because i know this is gonna be super long (and probably less cheerful than my other recap posts because i'm opinionated) but i swear i'm gonna try and not be insufferable (said as i obviously lie)

• SO let's start off by saying that we made it right in time for the start of miles' set (we were looking for our seats as he came on stage) and thank god because i was shitting myself and almost throwing up thinking we were gonna be late bc the bus we were supposed to take never showed up and we had to take another one. we literally SPRINTED up the stairs once we were in and heard he was coming up

• seeing miles open for them was moral compensation for his milan concert that i wasn't able to attend despite having tickets in 2022

• he had a very short time slot as usual with opening bands :/ and unfortunately that led to everything feeling a bit rushed :( like i'm not sure how he's been playing songs like cry on my guitar or the wonder at his latest gigs but they were SO DAMN FAST like please slow down i want to let my fav omb song sink in 😭

• still i absolutely LOVED his set, especially colour of the trap (which was AMAZING live), rearrange, come closer and inhaler. his energy was through the roof, he was literally buzzing and if you can already see how much he loves performing via video, it absolutely shines through when you see it live like. bro's literally a ball of light and energy and like. the sun personified l??? he's got so much charisma and a great stage presence. he was all smiles and really really tried to get the crowd hyped. loved him loved his set

• speaking of the crowd. it was absolute bullshit they had ZERO idea how lucky they were to have tickets to one of those four dates and how iconic it was that mk was opening for am after all these years. or maybe they just didn't care idk but i swear to god it wasn't even the usual "crowd who's not interested in the opening act" which. again. do you know how lucky you are you're seeing them both on the same night. don't let yourself be fooled by that cott video with the phonelights on, that was the only thing they did to show miles at least the tiniest bit of support - they were fucking dead otherwise, which is so weird because if you know am at more than a surface level you most likely know who miles is, and you probably know at the very least some of his songs... and yet they were so fucking quiet it was honestly painful to witness. most people there really had no idea how much lore was behind those gigs and it shows

• but again, it wasn't even that they weren't interested in the opening act. because they were fucking dead even during the main set. my section was full of drunk guys who were kinda hyped but very annoying (we'll come back to this later) but even in the pit which is supposed to be the most active area it looked like everyone was asleep and woke up at random times remembering they were at a concert and they were supposed to cheer and sing and just act accordingly ??¿¿??

• not even dancefloor or diwk managed to wake them up......DIWK. that's like. the song that's guaranteed to make the ground shake. i've seen am three times this year and in both paris and rome the crowd was usually only dead during the car songs (and tbhc depending on the song) - but they were INSANELY active during other songs, both oldies and classics. but this crowd was so disappointing literally snork mimimi-ing their way through the show

• anyway. miles should have played wrong side of life just for me and he also had the opportunity to do the funniest shit ever and play killing the joke or see ya when i see ya but alas one cannot have everything

• he did do something very......interesting during cry on my guitar (and i think also during one man band? but i'm not sure). my guy pointed at the mirrorball while singing "late night, all night, miss your kiss" which was kinda insane and i lost my mind a little but anyway

• as we all know there was no tlsp because he removed aviation first and then sntm which particularly hurt because he did it just a couple of hours before the show and when i saw that i just Knew. i knew shit was rapidly going downhill but still i was holding out my hope!!! i thought well there's still 505 or maybe they're saving sntm for later!!! i chose to keep being delusional!!! and boy was i about to get slapped in the face!!!

• now before we talk about am's set allow me to tell you a funny story. as i said my section was full of men who were very hyped (especially for wpsia/fwn/am songs) and the guy right next to me in particular (who was there with some other male friends) was, to put it shortly, a fucking annoyance. i was there with my brother and as we were waiting for the start of am's set he went to get us some water; so i was there alone minding my own business when the guy next to me immediately started hitting on me (he literally waited for my brother to leave bc he probably thought he was my bf lmao real smooth man). he was trying to make conversation asking me where i came from or things about the band, if it was my first time seeing them and what song did i think they were gonna open with and internally i was like BITCH who do you think i am. i literally know their setlist by heart. you and me are not the same

when i told him sculptures was gonna be the opener he was like 'mmmm idk' and i was like shut the fuck up. he was so condescending and patronizing about it and mentally i was like honey trust me we're not the same kind of fans i know much more than you do. anyway spoiler: of course they opened with sculptures

(he was also from england and told me he saw them in london at emirates stadium and when i asked him if he saw them on THE night when miles joined them he was like 'haha no' at which i was mentally like bro you didn't even see them on the right night why are you pestering me with your lame ass attempts at hitting on me. and he was so close too and already tipsy and basically just a stereotypical english dudebro and i swear the whole scene literally looked like this

but anyway then my brother came back and he finally shut up

• the problem is. this guy and his friends then started chugging on their beers and getting really drunk and the whole show this fucking idiot had no idea what personal space was because he kept invading my section and kept moving around drunkenly and i couldn't even fully enjoy the concert because i was so fucking scared i was gonna get elbowed in the face sooner or later, and i even tried to push him off because he kept bumping into me with his clumsy ass drunk moves but he just kept fucking being a nuisance the whole show and i really really wanted him gone from planet earth <3

• this went on to the point that i was dreading the fast and more active songs because this guy would just start being really frantic and overexcited and i literally feared for my life but even during the calmer songs he was fucking annoying like bruh. i appreciate the enthusiasm but i promise you don't have to throw it back to cornerstone like calm the fuck down or at least back off and stay in your fucking lane or i swear i'm gonna bite your head off

• anyway now let's talk about the actual show

• let me start by saying that yes i may have some complaints but regardless of everything it was (as always) a fucking great show. no doubt about that. i very much enjoyed it and i'm also very happy we were the first crowd to experience the strings live. i definitely got some better setlists (rome's lives in my head rent free), but it is what it is. beautiful show but well, it's always a beautiful show with them and we all know that. i may have mixed feelings about some things but these are just my opinions so please don't come at me lmao

• about the setlist: i definitely would've appreciated if we got a bit more tbhc (we only got the title track and that was it... i mean at least i got to hear it live, for the first time if i remember correctly, but still..... i'm mourning the loss of 4/5 and star treatment) (we didn't even get the iwby x star treatment x jet skis mashup which i was really sad about because i LOVE that mashup and i would've loved to hear it again); for the car, i'm so happy i got to hear hello you (we'll talk about this more later) but i also would've loved to hear perfect sense again because </3 sir that's my emotional support favourite the car song </3

• i was also thinking we'd get a bit more wpsia since originally it was the uk&ireland tour and back in june they played some more songs from that album, also because usually the closer they get to home, the more they go back to the origins... i was so hoping for mardy bum, a certain romance or ritz but instead we only got the view from the afternoon (not complaining about that tho) and dancefloor (please for the love of god remove that song from the setlist forever thank you very much)

• also if you want to give us sias (good) then why would you choose to give us don't sit down.........give us hellcat.......give us the title track........anything but That One...................

• however i got my beloved cornerstone (<3), 505 with the new string outro (but at what cost) and also all the car songs with the orchestra so that's a win

• as usual the crowd was kinda dead during the car and tbhc songs but again. they were already dead so they only became more dead during those songs

• they didn't really interact that much with the crowd, nor with each other; alex limited himself to the usual ("good evening dublin", "how you feeling/are you enjoying us dublin", "thank you", a couple of "terrific" here and there but that was it) + he did a shout out to jamie during cornerstone ("it's jamie cook here on his electric guitar!") and i think they scissored at some point during the body paint outro

• the transition from teddy picker into crying lightning was absolute FIRE my ass was shaking

• now for some silly antics

• after the piano interlude before high he said "why'd you only call me when you're high........" in the lowest saddest way ever as he usually does. okay man 😃👍

• he introduced arabella by going "i'll tell you about a girl that i made up......real character......arabella" like bruh we got it we understand you totally made her up and she's 100% not real like i promise we Get It we really do. why do you always feel the need to reinforce that why are you so adamant about it ESPECIALLY when in the presence of a certain someone......you're so sus

• "and it sounds like..........THIS" before the arabella guitar solo. literal chills

• "let's bring this party down to the cornerstone.........woah 😯"

• he always adds this thing during cornerstone i remember he also did it in rome and then i forgot to post the clip but i swear i never understand what he's saying i've seen some people transcribe it as 'ken barlow' but to me it sounds more like 'jenny ballow' or smth like that which doesn't make sense either way but still. does anyone know what i'm talking about and wtf he's on about

• nothing to say about cornerstone. beautiful beautiful beautiful as always <3 he also did the "squeezed me very tightly" bit that he always does and it was the cutest thing

• he sang the last line of the song so cuntily it was like. 'yes 😗 you can call me anything 😏 you want 💅' if it slayed

• after the song ended there was a moment of silence after which he went "......they kept in touch" and i felt the need to put him in a blender and drink him whole

• "from our first LP wpsiatwin, the view from the afternoon......."

• he got on his knees during pretty visitors. where he belongs

• we also got knee socks but there was something wrong because his voice cracked multiple times on the higher notes, he didn't even finish singing some lines - he just stopped, shook his head and then tried the next one... idk what was happening but he really looked like he was struggling during that song :(

• at the end of fluorescent adolescent he sang "remember when you used to be a rascal....... ~do you remember?~" which i saw he also did at last night's show and idk man that was kinda sus

• the strings were absolutely amazing showstopping spectacular and really put a nice ribbon on the songs they were used for (especially 505 and hello you) but that just makes things even more infuriating because why did they only get the whole orchestra there for the last four shows which weren't even originally supposed to happen.......... are you telling me if alex hadn't caught laryngitis we never would've have got them or what. like what's up with that

• anyway up until this point despite the lack of sntm i was still a sweet naive summer child who had some hopes left for 505. but the moment the music started playing without miles having been introduced to join them i knew. i knew we wouldn't get shit

• the 505 outro with strings was amazing tho......so melancholy and beautiful and just sososo pretty i loved it. would've loved it even more if miles and alex smooched right there and then

• as i said the crowd was dead even during diwk which was absolutely embarrassing lmao like wtf. not only was i the only one popping my pussy to the car and tbhc songs i also was the only one doing it to the most basic ahh song (still a banger tho it's always so powerful live 10/10)

• i can't believe the biggest milex interaction we got was alex saying "let's hear it for miles kane" right before body paint... i nearly lose my mind there and he literally just said his name (not a dedication like some people said) but i mean. that was at least acknowledging each other so i'll take that (said as i rip my hair out and bite my tongue and roll on the floor hitting myself)

• i was so delusional at that point when i heard he said his name i thought well maybe they're gonna be random and he's gonna join for body paint!!!!! which in hindsight i'm like. girl do you have any idea how insane you sound rn

• "thank you for having us dublin, it's been lovely" said with the most 'i'd rather be anywhere else than here rn' face and tone ever :/

• btw his little HA! was very <3<3<3 and at some point he was like scratching his head in such a cute way i almost forgot how mad at him i was (emphasis on almost)

• "just a trace....... just a trace....... just a traaaaaaceeeeeee....... just. a. trace. on your legs~ and on your arms~ and on your face........ your faceeeeee"

• when they left the stage before the encore the crowd was shouting "one more song" but all i wanted to hear was "miles, miles, miles fucking kane" because who knows maybe that would've shook them up and they'd spontaneously decide to call him on for the encore (incredibly delusional)

• hello you as the encore opener was fire, i'm so glad i got to hear it live AND with the strings too, it sounded just like the recorded version and you could hear the improvement in the live version so clearly compared to when they first debuted it; the mirrorball still hadn't dropped and since i haven't been watching many videos from the north american tour i was like ??? i thought it was maybe malfunctioning bc only the little one at the back was shining before but them BOOM the main girl dropped during hello you and it was crazy beautiful!!!!!

• "i bet that YOU look good on the dancefloor, dublin"

• at the end of the show he was blowing and catching kisses, they were bowing and waving to the crowd and that's when i realised it was my last time seeing them this tour and you could see the exact moment my heart cracked i was desperately hoping they'd never leave that stage </3

• it was an amazing night but it very much left me with a bittersweet taste in my mouth - because, as i've been saying, the vibes felt so off and i don't even know why. i can't exactly point out what was wrong, because really we have no idea what goes on behind the scenes; and i'm not even talking about it through a milex lens or smth like that. i mean, i was absolutely disappointed that nothing happened - no sntm, no 505, nothing -, but when i say the vibes were off i don't mean it in a demon way. i'm talking about the band. they really looked like they didn't want to be there, probably because they're tired and burnt out and can't wait for the tour to be over so that they can have a much-needed break. they must be exhausted and i get that, i really do; but still. it was a bit disappointing and i hate that i can't fully put my finger on why it felt that way, what was wrong, why did everything feel so rushed and why the well-oiled machine feeling translated into 'we're gonna play this show so soullessly it's gonna fly by more quickly' but it really felt that way. also mind you, i'm not even saying this as the 'tumblr fan who follows every show they play and knows all their antics by heart so that's why she notices perfectly normal things no one else notices' (like i remember the discourse back when they played glastonbury, and that really made sense because ofc casual fans are not gonna notice everything we notice) - but no, i'm not doing this that way. because my brother, who's very much a casual fan who knows nothing about the lore or the usual way they play shows (he saw them with me in paris so he had some kind of basic for comparison but that's it) said THE EXACT SAME THING. he agreed that the vibes felt very off, he also had to listen to me angrily ranting about it all the way back to the hotel and once again he agreed that the show felt, to put it very simply, kinda weird.

• now speaking of miles not joining them... the fact that he removed sntm at the very last minute was one of the sussiest thing he's ever done because why would he even add it to the initial setlist only to remove it just before the first show. it literally doesn't make any sense but i'm choosing to believe there were some technical problems out of their control, no time to rehearse or something like that... they're still best friends and if they weren't okay they wouldn't even have asked miles to open for them. i do find it weird and stupid that they'd miss this opportunity and i'm so angry at them for being dumb and not doing anything with it (unless something happens tomorrow), i'm very much heartbroken and my mind was and still is wandering trying to find more or less rational or delusional reasons why they didn't do it. i was drowning in grief after the show and the day after because i simply couldn't wrap my head around it all, but that's on me for having expectations i guess. i know they're still best friends. they're also never beating the divorce allegations. the two things can and should coexist when you're in an obsessive codependent homoerotic friendship and you're constantly having filthy telepathic sex with each other

• someone please get them to therapy or lock them in a room and throw away the key until they talk and sort their shit out and it stinks of sloppy nasty make-up sex in there because at this point it feels like we're fucking intruding on their fucked up psychosexual games and i'm SO TIRED of being a child of divorce. please we know you know everyone knows you're obsessed with each other just stop being insane (barely acknowledging each other) and start being insane (having crazy gay sex again). i promise all your problems would be solved if you just fucked each other into oblivion like the good old days

• ANYWAYS. i'm still kinda sad and angry over the way the show unfolded and it's not really helping that it's dawning on me that there's only one show left and then they're gonna disappear for god knows how long. i still loved the show, don't get me wrong, and i'm very grateful i got to see them again before the end of the tour and also to see miles for the first time during the same night. i do feel very lucky and despite the fact that we got no tlsp reunion or 505, the fact that miles was opening for them after YEARS of this not happening is still very much history in the making. iconic in and of itself. i'm also happy i got to visit and fall in love with a new city, i'm missing dublin so much and i miss THEM so much and i'm feeling so sad and bittersweet and heartbroken and ugh. i swear i can't even explain it to the full and i can't believe the tour is almost over </3 but that's a thought for another post..........

• for now i just want to see what happens at the last show and enjoy it to the full because yes we might have complained about some stuff along the way (i know i just did it myself lmao) but it's been such an amazing and memorable tour i just wish it'd never end </3

#i don't even know what to say in the tags like. they got me speechless this time i guess i can only shut up #i'm gonna add some more thoughts if i manage to get them in a coherent written form but that's it for now #they're such fucking idiots but they're MY idiots and i'm afraid i love them too dearly #(is also still pissed at them and can't bear thinking about them too deply rn)#arctic monkeys #alex turner #miles kane #the car tour #dublin night 1 #my show

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kimbapisnotsushi · 2 years ago

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sou !! hello !! this is also random and specific but i saw the datekou headcanon post and i was wondering. might you have any inarizaki road trip hcs?

i didn't until you asked me so LET'S GO

oh god you thought dateko was bad??? they were only stuck in the car for thirty minutes at MOST

(or something idk i haven't quite mapped out their geography yet but miyagi is a coastal prefecture and sendai isn't like SUPER far inland, so i'm just making assumptions out here)

but anyways. kurosu is driving obviously as much as he moans and groans about it

shoutout to the coaches btw they are CARRYING these headcanons

realistically i guess they'd road trip to another school for a training camp or like idk. maybe hot springs for some r&r bc inarizaki def has the budget for it but in my heart they road trip to suna's hometown during one of the breaks so suna can see his family <333

i guess it also kind of depends on WHERE in hyogo and aichi they are but we could get a solid 4-5 hours of driving if it was from, say, asago to tahara

kita makes a list of all the snacks everyone wants and rounds up aran, oomimi, and akagi to help him raid the market/convenience store like the old hunter-gatherer days

they end up with two massive tote bags of drinks, chips, cookies, and other miscellaneous snacks and one cooler for things like puddings and cakes and whatnot

oomimi sits shotgun because kurosu needed someone to help with directions and everyone else was on "make sure the miyas don't kill each other before we get there" duty

they all thought that kita was brilliant for making atsumu sit in the back and osamu up front because even tho they're separated the twins will NOT stop bickering and trying to throw random pieces of trash at each other. poor riseki gets caught in the crossfire the most often

they all converged to make one giant road trip playlist so you've got the weirdest mix of pop rock/bubblegum/k-pop/city pop, lofi, indie soft rock, show tunes and soundtracks, and more

(i named those genres with certain charas in mind so like. have fun figuring that out!)

nobody's willing to take a nap in fear of what the twins might do to each other when they're not looking

they play really stupid games like the alphabet-chain game and i spy and even try for a few rounds of truth or dare because, hey, there's nothing like being stuck in a car with your fellow teenagers for four hours to set the mood for emotionally vulnerable bonding time, right?

anyways. everyone learns that gin is afraid of heights and all sorts of horror movies, akagi would like to get his ears pierced some day, kosaku got rejected in middle school in front of his entire class and has refused to fall in love since, and suna takes pictures to capture the memory of a place he does not want to forget

(sorry i'm being emo about suna missing home again i'll stop)

kurosu is sweating BUCKETS in the front seat btw. "oh my god what do i do with this information am i supposed to talk to them i'm their TEACHER i'm supposed to guide them i do NOT get paid enough for this - "

a shame, really, considering inarizaki could definitely afford to give that man a raise

it's okay they get some really funny dares like daring gin to text his crush a totally random and weird question

(and thank god atsumu has his phone tucked away in his bag)

there's not a whole lot of dares they can do in the car tbh so they get really creative like daring osamu to eat this absolutely evil concoction of mixing tiramisu pudding into a bag of spicy chips and eating the whole thing

he does. nobody knows how he survived it

and then riseki dared both osamu AND atsumu to shut up and sit down and not even so much as GLANCE each other for the rest of the trip

this was at, like, the 1.5 hour mark btw

and okay he didn't say it EXACTLY like that because riseki is a sweet respectful underclassman but that WAS the closest to snapping he's ever gotten

they do stop occasionally here and there to get out and stretch their legs, but this makes their trip even longer bc it takes like thirty minutes each time to wrangle everyone and get them back in the van

also akagi is trying out his most terrible pickup lines. or antipickup lines. either one works

akagi: "are you lactose? because i can't tolerate you ;)" aran: "PLEASE, MAKE HIM STOP"

the only reason aran feels like he isn't completely suffering is because gin is sitting next to him and gin is kind of soothing like a cute pet would be. not that aran is thinking of gin as a pet nooooo ahahaha that would be weird

meanwhile gin is wondering why aran keeps trying to feed him crackers

they finally get to suna's hometown after being on the road for SIX AND A HALF HOURS

and while everyone is happy to be outside soaking up the sun and fresh air, they're all going to miss the bonding of being stuck in a van perhaps just a little bit

it's all right, they've got the return trip to look forward to

(made 100x worse when akagi busts out a drinking game and proclaims they should play with juice boxes, but that's a story for another time)

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nahahha · 2 years ago

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BLUE LOCK BOYZ AS MY FAVORITE SONGS WITH BAD REASONS

(because i believe because I have good taste)

Benadryl Dreams by Soccer Mommy

AS SEISHIRO NAGI

You can't convince me to NOT think that he sometimes look at Reo and smile when he doesn't look at him.

I live for whipped Seishiro.

Very calm n soft.

Shouldve been me by Mitski

AS RIN ITOSHI

He is legitimately jealous of Isagi.

He put him to shame in front of everyone AND his brother.

I know that feeling, and it's also the same feeling in this music (#iemosad).

Borderline by Tame Impala

AS YOICHI ISAGI

Because the man on the field isN'T the same little guy off it.

I mean, he can't get away from Blue Lock now, he's stuck.

I actually... Don't like Isagi, at all, i don't even know why i gave him a song. Bitch.

Fucking Boyfriend by the bird and the bee

AS MEGURU BACHIRA

Because there is ''bee'' in the singers name.

I just think that he could listen to it while thinking to his lover(s).

JUST LET HIM DREAM OF HIS CHARMING PRINCE(SS).

Bloody witch by Bloodwitch

AS MICHAEL KAISER

Looks like an incantation.

Kaiser comes straight from hell.

Anyways thanks you ''i'm not ok with this'' and f Netflix.

Pop Music by Lilac Boy

AS JYUBEI ARYU

I mean..

We don't know what religion he's part of but if he was into hellenism, he would certainly be a Aphrodite person.

Him fixing his makeup while vibing on this song.

Clownfucker by James Roach w Toby Fox

AS IGARASHI GURIMU

Even the autor admit it, he is a fucking clown.

I was hesitating with GHOST by nelward.

This song is... bouncy and goofy. Like him.

I don't understand why people hate this poor baby.

I'm not appart of the Homestuck fandom sorry (askip la musique en fesait partit) but i'm vibing.

Ramen Waitress by High Sunn

As Gin Gagamaru

I can see him sing with ''la-la-la-la-la''

This boy love to eat.

And I love this boy.

IFHY by Tyler The Creator w Phrarrell

AS ALEXIS NESS

Do I really have to explain this one ?

Passive-agressive little silly guy hihi. (i'm too)

That new dude with an attitude IS Yoichi.

Alice is Michael.

Stalking w his ''Emperor'' on Isagi in the canon so he could do it alone on Kaiser

''God chosen emperor'' falls from the Sky.

I have too much to say.

(and I'm sorry if it's a red flag but it really is one of my favorite Tyler songs and i really love Alexis too)

I Love My Boyfriend by Princess Chelsea

AS HYOMA CHIGIRI

Because the singer has a ''princess'' in their nickname.

It could be his voice.

Very calm, Listen to this in a field of flowers or while taking a walk>>>. (I only leave home to go to school, pls befriend me)

Elvis by Noble Son

AS NIJIRE NANASE

Did you listen to the song ?

It's so cute and sweet.

I'm diying.

I can imagine him singing the littles ''wu-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh'' ARHHH.

Money, Money, Money by ABBA

AS ASAHI NARUHAYA

Because he is broke (but not as much as Lorenzo homeless ass).

If only he had won.. Looks like big sister has to sell your little brother (idk what i'm saying but bro is going to the Deep web).

666 by Loverboyrando

AS RYUSEI SHIDOU

Because he is the devil in disguise.

I love it and I love this song, it's just logic.

Kiss my ass. (Sorry but i like to be random.. anyway, he is too sooo-)

Baby Tonight by Black Polish

AS RENSUKE KUNIGAMI

Just him being rejected by someone for his "scary" look and bad fashion sense.

I personally think that that person is Hyoma.

The third verse is post WildCard.

I.. really love him now. I mean, he isa bit more interesting, now i want to see his little sister react.

Mary by Alex G

AS YO HIORI

Mary is Yo.

That's all i have to say.

I like to think that Alex G would be Karasu, not because i ship them but because he is the only one to talk to him personally, like, not about football and read him deeper than his techniques. Or maybe I can't read and I don't understand the texts.

He is Real and I am Not.

WOMB by Melanie Martinez

AS RANZE KURONA

The whole album is in his vibe, I think.

I have no arguments, I just see him dancing with his hands and turning to this music.

If it was part of the solar system, it would surely be the moon or mercury. Just saying

Get by, I'm not your mother.

This is the first time I've seen a character or medium have my birthday (September 6, don't forget). Plus it's one of my favorite works.When I found out, it brightened my day (+ he likes to braid his hair like me (I like doing twists) and his favorite animal is the shark like me, I was about to cry).

Twilight by bôa

AS REO MIKAGE

I'm sure he hasn't recovered from his breakup.

Disappointment and hate can't go away so easily and I know it (I'm a poet, pls someone sign me up, i need money).

BEAUTIFULL MONSTER by STAYC

AS SAE ITOSHI

Because he is Pretty .

And he is a Monster.

Rin was and is still a kid.

I'm disapointed but not surprised by this event .

Pretty lashes tho

And he agreed to change his mind by accepting the u-20 match, maybe he will start to change (chapter 345, no clickbait).

Peur de la mort by Hunter

AS TABITO KARASU

Yes, i'm French hihihi.

I just think that he is in this vibe.

Like , look at the lyricsss, it fit him!!

Anyways you CAN Say that he rap in his bedroom when he is alone. Even if he sound like a dying hippopotamus.

Thinks he's cool and mysterious when he's just one of those cringe bnha Cosplayer (no offense, I'm a fan too ok).

Don't Wanna Fall In Love by KYLE

AS EITA OTOYA

Because this pretty boy has bitches that i don't AND he didn't really like them.

I could call him fuckboy but i don't because i have respect. peace.

He is at least a playboy (by canon)

If his Soundcloud rap was popping.

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snowdropluck204 · 2 years ago

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You're My Prize - Shoto Todoroki x Mafia! Fem! Reader

Hello my lovelies! I have seen a few mafia AU fanfics, but in all of them, it was the reader who was all weak and helpless but no more! I hope you guys like this, it was just a random idea I got when I was listening to music! Enjoy!

As always, the tip button is at the bottom of the post, obviously it's completely optional but it's always appreciated!

Todoroki might seem a bit out of character, I assure you, this is on purpose!

Shoto pov

Restful sleep was not something I was massively used to, but this was relatively peaceful, at least it would have been if I wasn't moving around so much, 'Why am I moving around so much?' I thought to myself, trying my hardest to open my eyes only to wind up with a headache.

'Why? Why won't you open?' I cried in my head, starting to get frightened, my own body wasn't listening to me, I wanted to get up!

As I was thinking this, the rocking about began to soften, whatever I was moving in was coming to a slow stop, giving me some time to think properly. From what I could tell, I was in a car, but was I alone? I was warm, like someone had wrapped me in blankets and now that I was coming to, I could feel someone's arms wrapped around me, carrying me… Somewhere…

I don't know how long it had been since I felt myself being taken out of the car, but I was finally able to open my eyes, they were blurry and I somehow still felt tired but I tried to focus as I looked around the room I was in.

It was beautiful! I was shocked, I was unconscious, moved to an unknown location and now I was in a room that looked like it came directly from a fairy tale! I was lying in a four poster bed with the most comfortable sheets I've ever felt, clean white sheets. I moved to stand, beginning to look around more. The room was painted a pale blue colour, the floor, a plush white carpet, felt incredible under my bare feet.

I was so lost in where I was, I was startled by a gentle knocking on the door, rushing to lay back down in the comfortable bed. It was rare that anyone but Fuyumi knocked on my door, not after Touya came home… I tried to answer, or invite the person in, purely to sate my curiosity, but no words came out, my throat was sore and dry.

Luckily, I didn't have to say anything, the knocker came in anyway and I was immediately in awe. She was gorgeous! (h/c) hair that had a subtle shine, (e/c) eyes that glistened with a thousand different emotions, (s/t) skin that seemed to be completely flawless to me. Who was she? Did she bring me here?

She seemed to have not noticed that I was awake so I took some more time to observe her. She was wearing simple clothing, practical but cute, she was carrying a tray with some food and a jug of water, along with a glass. She wore a gentle smile on her face, she looked so calm and I couldn't help but want to reach out and touch her.

I was still stuck in my trance when she finally turned around to look at me, she jumped slightly, letting out a light laugh, before placing the tray that she nearly dropped on the bedside table next to me. She pulled up a chair and sat next to the bed, she was quiet for a while, before beginning to speak in a voice I would hear in my head until the end of time.

"I'm glad you finally woke up, I was getting worried, how are you feeling?" She asked me, I was touched, she didn't know me, or at least I didn't know her and yet here she was, trying to make sure I was okay. I nodded, not really giving a straight answer, instead staring longingly at the water I was too nervous to ask for.

The mystery woman seemed to realise what I was looking at, "Aw I'm sorry sweetie! I should've taken care of you as soon as I came in, here you are," Once again, her kindness made me feel warm and tingly. She poured me a glass of water, which I chugged down in a very messy way, if I wasn't so thirsty, I would probably be incredibly embarrassed, but I couldn't care less right now!

"Poor baby, you're parched huh?" She asked with her honey voice, she gave me the food she'd brought and I was so busy eating and drinking, I hadn't noticed her fingers running softly through my hair. She was obviously trying to soothe me and it was working, god it was working! I was unused to the affection even before Touya came home, but after that it was almost like I didn't exist.

When Touya, or then known as Dabi, returned to the family, our father realised just how powerful he had gotten, preferring to continue training him than me, at first, I didn't mind, until I realised the only reason he was relatively nice to me was because I had something to offer… I was completely abandoned, it would have been better if he'd left me on the streets! I'd become nothing more than a servant to my father and brother.

Once I'd finished eating, I was tired again, the feeling of soft skin against my scalp, the warmth through my hair accelerating my slumber. I looked up at the woman, she was smiling gently at me, I smiled back, it was almost a compulsion, I had to smile back. "I- I'm Shoto…" I whispered, hoping she could hear me, she seemed to.

"Hi Shoto, my name is (y/n)," Once again, her voice was intoxicating and her name… (y/n), beautiful.

(y/n) got a notification from her phone, pulling her hand back to check, I was almost ashamed with how I followed her hand, not wanting to be separated from her just yet, I had never felt this close to someone, I had also never blushed this much before. (y/n) sighed, staring at her phone before moving her enchanting gaze to meet my eyes again.

"I'm sorry honey, I've got to go, business." She didn't seem like she wanted to leave, which made me very happy, I wanted to spend more time with her too, but she had to go.

"Could I come?" I asked, trying not to seem too eager, I don't think I succeeded…

(y/n) chuckled softly, furthering my blush, she shook her head gently, "Not today baby, maybe next time, stay put, okay?" She spoke to me as though she were talking to a frightened child, she was babying me and I wasn't mad about it, it actually felt quite nice. I was curious to see what she did for a living. I personally thought she would run a flower shop, or a cat cafe, you know, something sweet and cute.

(y/n) left my side, after another ruffle of my hair and a forehead kiss which left me processing the event for another twenty minutes.

~ Two Hours Later ~

I know (y/n) told me to stay here, but I was getting bored! I wanted to explore and I didn't hear (y/n) lock me in here, so she was probably expecting me to leave…

I opened the door, trying to be as quiet as I could, I didn't know how many people were here and how dangerous they could be, I mean, even the hallways were huge, there were hundreds of different rooms! Surely (y/n) didn't live here, or own this entire building, she would have to be one of the richest, most powerful people in Japan!

I'd found a bunch of cool rooms, they were all gigantic! I saw an indoor pool, next to big windows showing an outdoor pool, there was a bathroom that could have been a spa directly across from the room I was left in and I managed to find an office that may as well have been a library!

I was used to living in a fairly luxurious home, but this was a lot to take in! I managed to finally find the staircase that led downstairs, if you could call them stairs, marble steps, extravagant banisters and lush red carpet spread all the way down. I was still barefoot as I was heading down the stairs, the marble giving me goosebumps.

As I was making my way through the hallways downstairs, I heard voices, some rather concerning voices. I heard a calm man's voice, seemingly reciting a list of actions another person in the room had committed.

"Mr. Fujima, you asked Mistress (l/n) to loan you a significant sum of money over a year ago, she agreed on the soul instance that you pay that money back plus interest, in the span of six months." The man's voice was cold and uncaring. 'What was I listening in on? I don't think it was safe for me to be snooping…'

There was the second voice, another man but not calm or cold, he was desperate and frightened, I assumed this was Mr Fujima, "Please! I'll have the money soon, I'm so close!" The man sounded fairly young. I managed to find the room the people were in.

In the room, I could see the face of Mr Fujima, kneeling on the floor, his hands together, begging forgiveness, I wasn't sure who to yet. I saw he was kneeling in front of a large chair, almost a throne in the centre of the room, but the chair was facing away from me, so I couldn't see the mysterious person sat in it. I could also see the broad back of the man who spoke earlier, he looked almost like a butler, wearing a long tailcoat and white gloves, standing next to the chair.

The cold man spoke once more, "Mr Fujima, if you respected my mistress, you would have paid back that money six months ago, instead you asked for an extension of time, that ended today. Instead of paying it back now, you ask for yet another extension. Mistress (l/n) is a patient woman and give second chances, but never a third."

The atmosphere in the room was tense and dangerous, I was scared for Mr Fujima, whatever was going on in there, seemed almost like someone borrowing money from the Yakuza… Was this beautiful building owned by mafia?

The person in the throne shifted, they let a dainty, black gloved hand into my vision, pausing the sobbing of the man in front of them. They began tapping on the arm of their chair, as though contemplating the man's fate.

"I don't give third chances, goodbye, Mr Fujima, your family will be cared for." They were a she, hence the dainty hand I suppose, but I know her voice from somewhere…

Whoever she was, she stood and got closer to Mr Fujima, two large men in suits grabbing him from behind and lifting him into standing, even from behind, the woman seemed very familiar, but I couldn't make out anything specific in the darkness of the room.

As she got closer to the weeping man, pulling off one of the gloves, she placed her hand against his chest. My eyes widened as it seemed to melt into his chest cavity, causing pained gasps to leave Mr Fujima. When she pulled out her hand, she had his heart contained between her fingers, which she began to squeeze until it became dust.

My Fujima's lifeless body fell to the floor. The butler man was immediately behind the woman with a handkerchief, removing the silver dust meticulously.

"It's such a shame I had to do that, but he was nothing but a scummy gambler, he could have paid that money back by working hard, instead he's a disappointment to his wife and children." The woman spat, even with the venom present, her voice was still gorgeous.

I was so entranced by her voice, I hadn't noticed my grip on the door slipping, I fell forward and into the room, the door creaking as though mocking my lack of stealth. The butler and the suited men shot their heads in my direction, leading to my body freezing in fear.

The woman turned to face me and I could finally see her from the front, if I wasn't already frozen, I would have been now. "(y/n)?" I stammered. It was her, she was wearing something far less simplistic than earlier, a suit and tie, minor jewellery and the gloves. But it was definitely her.

She gave me her sweet smile and, as much as I didn't want to after seeing what she had done, I felt my heart melt and my cheeks flush. "Hiya baby, now what are you doing there on the floor?" She asked, coming over to me slowly, as if she was trying to calm a fawn.

I was still stuck staring at her eyes, her beauty, she got close enough to place a hand on my face, softly cupping my cheek, I leaned in to her warm skin desperately. "You're mine now sweetie, I'll take good care of you." She whispered into my ear, I could feel her smirk against my skin as she left me there on the floor with the butler, but not before giving me another kiss, this time, a soft peck on the lips.

'What have I gotten myself into?'

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I hope you guys like this! Let me know if you want a part two! And let me know if you want me to re-post this chapter in both male reader perspective and gender neutral!

#shoto todoroki #shoto todoroki x reader #x reader #cute #fanfiction #love #romance #bnha #mha #mafia au #mafia #alternate universe #soft dom #dom/sub #sweet #one shot #imagine

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broodwolf221 · 10 months ago

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Happy Friday! For DADWC, how about "severely wounded during battle" for Varric/Solas? 👀

okay so this is a post-trespasser fic that’s very loosely inspired by a scene from the missing (which tbf i have Not read). shouldn’t spoil anything tho. working off the idea of a slowly developing relationship for them that hasn't quite become established yet @dadrunkwriting 698 words cws: gut wound; enemy death; no other character death

Shit. How’d he always end up in these messes? His hand was pressed against the hole in his gut and he was just… wishing that Cassandra had come with him. She’d needed to look after the new Seekers, though. He understood. It was selfish to want her to drop everything, but he rather thought he was allowed to be selfish in the privacy of his own mind while he was dying.

Not really the way he thought he’d end up going, either. Solas might have killed him, but this? Some random Venatori? This was just a sad way to go.

The Venatori was dead. It was a cold comfort, but he supposed there was some small pride to be had in that. The man had run Varric through, but Bianca had cored right through him. Fuck. Bianca. He supposed he should try to destroy the crossbow, wary of letting it fall into enemy hands, but he couldn’t bring himself to. Partly because he was exhausted on account of bleeding out, sure, but also because he couldn’t.

It didn’t hurt much, at least. He knew it should and it scared him that it didn’t, but at the same time he was grateful. If he had to go, at least he could go with some kind of peace.

He heard something and opened his eyes – when had they closed? – blearily watching someone approach. He figured it was another Venatori, but the armor didn’t quite make sense. But he couldn’t focus enough to figure out who it was, not until he crouched in front of him.

Bald, pointy ears, a gentle expression… “Solas?” He rasped, the other man smiling faintly and nodding.

“Shush, my friend.” He wanted to question that, wanted to protest. Who was Solas to be calling him friend, after having abandoned them all? But he didn’t have the strength to argue. Besides, it was kind of… nice. “Let me take care of you.” Sure, that sounded good.

Things were blurry, then, and if asked he wouldn’t have been able to say how much time had passed. All he knew was that he eventually opened his eyes and saw Solas seated cross-legged before him, looking somewhat drained but otherwise normal. Aside from his fucking armor. What kind of mage wore shit like that?

It took Varric too long to realize that his hand had been moved aside, that the hole in him had been patched. It still ached horribly, but it wasn’t bleeding anymore. “Am I…?”

“Going to live?” Solas finished for him, with that same, gentle smile. “Yes, Varric. You’ll go on to write many more books.”

“Hey, Solas?” The other man made a low, encouraging noise. “What the fuck?” For a moment there was absolute silence, then Solas laughed, bright and loud. Clearly Varric had startled him, but Solas had startled him right back. Shit. “Gonna give me a heart attack after all your work…” he grumbled, but he was smiling as Solas’ laughter slowly subsided. Eventually the other man settled down, his countenance becoming a little more somber.

“I can’t answer your questions, my friend.”

“I know,” he said, and he did. He knew how this was going to go. And he wasn’t really in any position to prevent it. “You’ll leave again, won’t you?” Solas nodded.

“And you need to stop pursuing me,” he insisted. “It’s too dangerous.” Varric snorted.

“Like letting you tear the world apart is safer? Sorry, Chuckles, but you’re stuck with me.” Solas sighed and Varric grinned, but he didn’t feel it. “Did you really think I’d just pack up and go home?”

“One must have hope…” he trailed off, apparently unable to keep up the back and forth. Or unwilling. “I do not wish for you to die, Varric. You should go back to Kirkwall, live your life in full. Stop pursuing me.”

“Not a chance.” Solas stared at him for long moments, then sighed again before rising.

“You’re healed enough. Rest for the day, you’ll be safe here. And please, reconsider. You will gain nothing by following me.” With that, he turned and left.

As soon as his footsteps faded, Varric levered himself upright with a grunt and followed.

#dadw time #broodwrites #solarric #solas #varric tethras

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dancegender · 2 years ago

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Heyyy, I wrote a one-shot for N x Thad that I'm posting. Prompt was 'playing video games' by @astronic-fr but there's honestly more setup than actual video games. Not a great writer, but I hope you guys like it anyway.

Storming Outside, But We're Safe In Here

Thad sighed, pausing his video game and standing up. After maybe an hour of walking and fruitless search, he finally managed to locate the dungeon he was looking for. Deciding to take a break before he went in, he propped himself against his wall to listen to the howling of the blizzard outside. He didn't really care for storms so much, but the wind was a pretty good source of background noise.

Right as he caught himself zoning out, Thad was startled back into sentience by a rather loud knock on the front door. He heard his mom call out, followed by a bit of shuffling and some footsteps. It wasn't until the door opened that he heard screaming and jumped to his feet, bolting towards the living room.

"Mom! What's going-" Thad started to speak but cut himself off, taking in the sight in front of him. His mother, still screaming, stood in the front doorway. Shoe in hand, she was swinging at a poor drone who was desperately trying to get a sentence out.

"Ma'am, please, I'm- ow! Not trying to- ouch! Hurt anyone- ow!"

Moving closer, Thad could see that is wasn't just a random drone at the door. It was N, Thad's newest friend, his body almost completely crusted over with ice. With some effort, Thad managed to position himself in front of N.

"Mom, mom, calm down! N's cool, he's not hurting anything."

Thad's mom paused mid-strike, staring blankly at her son. "THAT'S the N you were talking about?" She turned to face N. "I am so sorry! I've heard plenty of good things about you, but I never heard you were a disassembly drone."

"Oh, it's no big deal, don't worry about it," N's voice was a little hoarse when he spoke, like he was still waiting for his vocal cords to thaw out. He looked a mess, too, with his hair stuck up frozen in places and the small chunks of ice that hung from his visor; he was lucky drones couldn't get frostbite. This didn't seem like the charming, sweet, happy-go-lucky N that Thad was accustomed to.

"Come inside, N, you look like you could use some warming up." Thad was brought back to the present by his mom's voice. N simply shook his head.

"Oh no, It's fine. I just wanted to drop off this," N dug around in his pocket before pulling out a puzzle cube, holding it out to Thad. "You forgot it last time you stopped by the spire. Thought I'd return it and pop back home."

Thad accepted the cube, narrowing his eyes. "You flew all the way out here, through a blizzard, to return my puzzle cube. And now you want to leave, flying back through the blizzard again."

"Yes...?" N fidgeted, suddenly appearing to notice that the workers were staring at him like he'd lost his mind.

"Yeah, no, Uzi'd kill me if I let you do that," Thad grabbed N's hand, wincing at how cold it was, and dragged him through the door. "You're staying here, at least until the storm lets up."

It took maybe 10 minutes of negotiation, a few fuzzy blankets, and one very intense mom stare to convince N to wait out the blizzard. After warming up, N thankfully started to resemble himself again. Thad led him down the hall to his bedroom, picking up his controller and flopping down on the bed.

"Your mom's nice," N remarked, sitting down gently on the bed next to him. "Kinda thought you'd have your own place, though."

"Eh, not really," Thad sat up, gesturing vaguely over his shoulder. "There's only so much living space in an underground bunker, and it's a long process to add more. It's pretty normal to not move out for a while, just 'cause there's not a whole lot of places to move to."

"Yeah, I guess that makes sense..." N noticed the screen mounted on the wall. "Ooh, whatcha playing?"

"Skyrim," Thad unpaused his game, walking up the grand dungeon's steps. "I was just about to raid this dungeon. You wanna try?" He held the controller out to N, who took it carefully.

"Sure!" N opened the dungeon door, barging right into the bandits gathered at the entrance. They began attacking, which prompted N to run in circles helplessly. "Thad, they're stabbing me."

Thad wasn't much help, though. He was laughing rather loudly, resting on N's shoulder to keep himself upright. "Yeah, they tend to do that," he managed in between breaths. "You've gotta hit 'em back. Press X and use the triggers."

N obeyed, watching Thad's weapons come into view. In the right hand, he held a shimmering, pale green dagger. In the left, a swirling mass of deep red. N pressed the right trigger, affectively slashing the bandit in front of him, who promptly burst into flames.

"Woah!" N laughed, whirling around to strike another bandit. Thad closed his eyes briefly, taking in the sound of N's laughter. They'd really only ever met under serious circumstances, so the casual cheer in his friend's voice was a welcome change of pace. N turned around, activating the reddish aura sitting in his left hand.

"That's a spell attack," Thad explained. He pushed himself off of N, remaining close enough for their shoulders to still be touching. "Don't use it too much, though, it drains your Magicka."

They managed to get through the dungeon rather quickly, easily killing the bandit chief. Now, all that was left to do was to collect the bounty money.

"Hey Thad, how do I-" N turned towards his friend, starting to ask a question, but cut himself off abruptly. Thad hadn't noticed himself leaning into N during their quest. He only realized just how close they were when N's cheek came into contact with his own, a thin stream of electricity sparking between their faces.

They stayed frozen like that for a while, neither entirely sure of what to do. A steady blush fizzled to life in the corners of both their visors to accompany their wide eyes. Their weird trance was finally broken by the sounds of snarling coming from the game.

"Shit, we're dying!" Thad shook N slightly, motioning to the wolves of the screen. Snapping back to reality, N strengthened his grip on the controller.

"Biscuits!" N readied his weapons, swiftly taking out the wolf pack. Turning back to Thad, his usually animated expression was nearly unreadable.

"You good?" Thad asked quietly, hesitantly raising a hand to rest on N's back. N grabbed his wrist, quickly moving Thad's hand to his face instead. He kept his own hand on the back of Thad's, relaxing slightly into the touch.

"Yeah, I... I think I'm good," N's voice was uncharacteristically quiet. Thad offered a small smile, using his free hand to brush some of the hair out of N's eyes.

"Well, that's good," Thad brought his hand briefly to the other side of N's face before grasping his jacket and yanking him forwards, causing them to both fall back on the bed. N yelped, dropping the controller.

"Really, dude?" He said, propping himself up on his elbows. Thad barked out a laugh in place of a real response, and N laughed too, loud and bright and wonderful. Thad sat back up, grabbing the discarded controller and accessing the world map. N followed suit, snaking his arms around Thad's torso and resting his chin on Thad's shoulder.

In all his life, Thad never thought that he would be grateful for a blizzard. Now, though, he wondered if he'd ever be this grateful for a blizzard again.

#btw in case you're curious Thad's weapons are a glass dagger of flames and the 'Vampiric Drain' spell #murder drones #murder drones thad #murder drones n #murder drones n x thad #n x thad

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