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loop-lover-central · 3 months ago

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At least one(1) person asked for it. SO-

We'll start with some stuff from the isat spoiler Q&A

Let's get started!

-There is only one canonical straight shot timeline that technically erases the prologue from existence. When looping back the previous timeline is completely overwritten, like saving over your save file in a game! It's all gone! Despite this, when you start a new game you're making an entirely new Siffrin to torment. So at least you're not making the same Siffrin go through hell again and again! *sweeps Loop under rug* Don't look at that. Don't worry about them. They're fine.

-While wish craft and other craft types are described to have a smell, time craft does not! I mean, what would time craft even smell like anyway? Clocks???

-Mirabelle's time freeze immunity will wear off eventually!

-Loop could actually be still comfortable with He/They. While the time loops did put them through it, the They/Them was mostly for anonymity. But there WAS some sort of identity shift. So you can and should have fun with Loop pronouns. Do it! Do it!!!

-Despite the island being forgotten, it's still physically there the entire game and before that! So it being lost is purely anti-memetic fuckery. It is just censored out by the universe.

-Loop and Siffrin sitting quietly together was originally a bug where ID5 accidentally softlocked Siffrin and trapped him at the tree. They thought it was a sweet moment of respite and implemented it.

Let's Switch it up! Reddit AMA

-There was originally a love triangle between proto Mira, Isa, and Sif before Mirabelle was made aroace. It probably would have ended in an OT3/polycule situation. So QPR MiraIsaSif truthers out there, enjoy this one.

-The idea of Loop being Siffrin came about during saap's developement. Originally the guide for isat was going to be one of ID5's ocs.

-Change God knows everything about meta because they are a God. Loop only gets a smidgen of meta knowledge, however.

-Loop's ability to see what Siffrin is up to works the same way their calls work! The farther Siffrin is, the harder it is. So Loop calls stop working past snack break 3, and Loop can barely see past the King.

-Isabeau wouldn't play video games. He touches grass.

-Siffrin was subconsciously inspired by Snufkin, from The Moomins. So we wouldn't have Siffrin as he is if everyone wasn't rabid over Moomins a few years back.

-Sadnesses ARE are a constant in the world of isat. They only become more common and poweful during times of great duress, like war or Insane False Monarchs with timey wimey powers

-The doppleganger wish in the selfcest book happened "a long time ago" and is only a child's tale now.

-Odile's name is her given name. Kinda. (No elaboration on what the fuck THAT means.)

-Siffrin only got memory issues after leaving home. They were not a forgetful child.

-At one point before they had names, Isabeau was just called "dude".

-While only called scrawny in game, Adrienne calls Siffrin "deathly thin". Metabolism monarch out here. (Probably all the casual wish craft.)

-The reason the party stops reacting to Sif's poking is just because it's tragic and makes things worse for him. That's it. The universe just hates him.

-Everyone but Odile would like rollercoasters.

-Just... this. This is so funny. Also Loop being the final boss while Siffrin is the secret final boss... Also Loop confirmed deity looking!!!

-"comic!siffrin is a whole different siffrin than game!siffrins sadly. rip to them. still stuck in time" WAY TO FUCK ME UP ON A MONDAY? Comicfrin is still stuck in time.

-The characters have official voice claims but not a single one is serious except for the King's. Mira sounds like Animal crossing isabelle(isa.belle. hm.). Bonnie sound like a inkling from splatoon (ID5 specifically used the female inkling as example). Odile sounds old. Isabeau quantum mechanically sounds flamboyantly gay or like All Might from MHA. Loop sounds like stock glitter sound fx. No Siffrin voice claim. Siffrin has video game protagonist voices which means they sound like whatever you want.

-Loop's glow is comparable to a lamp. Not enough to hurt the eyes.

Siffrin and Friends Q&A time!!(Beware these are SEMI-CANON)

-Siffrin isn't really a trap master. They're just fast enough to activate and dodge the traps.

-Odile doesn't like fennel.

-Fave flowers! Bonnie=Sunflowers, Odile=Orchids, Mira=Lavender, Isa=Roses, Siffrin=None, dubiously answered with dandelions however.

-Sif is a night owl, Bon and Mira are early birds, and Odile and Isa are average.

-Siffrin and Odile have probably eaten crabs and would tempt Bonnie with their sinful ways of consuming crustaceans.

-Odile has been traveling for about 2 years.

-Odile knows how to play a shamisen. It's one of her favorite instruments as well.

-When prompted with competition Loop and Siffrin stare each other down like "kids about to throw hands".

-Loop would like to eat a pastry if they could. GIVE THEM YOUR BAKED GOODS NOW!

-Kill the King day is a Tuesday.

And finally random trivia I found while sniffing through the wiki!

-Salty broths actual cure 6 cooldown, instead of 2 like the dialogue implies.

-Chateau means castle. The cursing of castle castle...

-The Change God face with six eyes and a cat-like mouth is inspired by ID5's oc Eye Gal

-The only time tears can freeze Siffrin with no warning is in saap. By using the second Star Crest to clear one of the rows of Tears, you can just walk into the second row and freeze.

-The dev's older notes mention specific shades being used for hair dyes but they're never mentioned in-game because of the an unadded event.

-In ACT 2, there's a small chance Siffrin says "Heheh… Bonk." when activating the switch for the rock trap

-Saap Bonnie thinks nuts are gross according to some unused dialogue, but enjoys raisins.

-During early development in saap tears were originally intended to be spike traps. A left over sprite of Siffrin being impaled does exist, including minor blood spurt. This was probably changed because it was a little too gruesome, ID5 definitely tried to reel in the darker concepts and has stated they went too dark sometimes.

-Loop turning back into Siffrin was considered long enough for them to get an entire animated walking sprite.

#isat #isat spoilers #isat meta #in stars and time #in stars and time spoilers #lore talk

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daytaker · 1 year ago

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The Gang React to You Falling Asleep on Them

Lucifer

*deep sigh that speaks volumes to how difficult it is for this man to get any sleep, and here you are, conked out on his shoulder...*

If you don't wake up within a few minutes, he'll have no choice but to move. He is not the sort to be so sentimental that he can't bear the thought of disturbing your precious sleeping face. Of course, he won't be an asshole about it; he'll be careful and try not to wake you up. He might even drape his jacket over you for your nap.

But only if he doesn't need it.

Mammon

"Hey, my arm's gettin' a little stiff, can I just-- ...ah."

Oh. Ah. Alright. Cool. This is happening. Hmm. Damn. Not super comfortable, and it's kinda inconvenient to be trapped here, but, pshh, what's he supposed to do, wake up a sleeping human? He's heard that can lead to...cardiac arrest, or something. He ain't gonna murder you just to move a little sooner.

You did not just start snuggling him in your sleep. Did Mammon score today or did he score today? Too bad his arm's starting to fall asleep, but, well, nothin' in life is free.

Leviathan

"What...? WHAAAAAAT?" (But only in his brain. He doesn't want to wake you up. Mammon says that can lead to cardiac arrest in humans.)

He's pretty sure he's the one who's going to keel over from heart problems at this rate. He hadn't even realized you were getting sleepy. Are you bored watching him tackle this single-player old school RPG? Did you hate it all this time and you never even mentioned it?! Why is your face so close?! Do you not have any idea the kind of mental torture you're putting him through right now?!

Deep breaths, Levi. Deep breaths. This happens in anime all the time. It's...usually a good thing! It means that the main character and their love interest are tripping all the right flags, and... and how long is this scene going to last? Those scenes almost always end with the two still on the couch, then they skip to the next day or something. How long is he going to have to just sit here... suffering...?

After about ten minutes, he's reached his limit and he gently shakes you awake. He is so embarrassed that he insists you go to bed now, and he will not take no for an answer. Good night. Goodbye. *door slams*

AAAAHHHHHHHHH.

Satan

"Hm? Have you been getting enough sleep...?"

Satan would be very pleased with the situation, though probably less intensely excited than Mammon. He'll make whatever small adjustment is necessary for his comfort, then settle in and read for as long as it takes you to wake up. He feels very warm and fuzzy. It's nice. Hopefully you do this more often. But he should really ask you about your sleep schedule. Levi must be forcing you to stay awake too often.

Asmodeus

"Aww, aren't you adorable?"

This is precious. He needs to document it. As soon as he realizes what's happening, he'll carefully pull out his D.D.D., making sure not to wake you up, and start snapping pics. A few of you, a few dozen selfies with you, a few with him pretending to be asleep too, and then a perfect shot of him kissing your forehead. Grammable as fuck.

Er... is that drool he can see in one of those photos? ...You're going to have to wake up. You can't just drool on his brand-name jacket.

Beelzebub

"Oh."

He's used to people falling asleep on him, so this doesn't really throw him for much of a loop. However, he's a bit more careful of waking you up. He knows that if he wakes Belphie, he'll just fall back asleep within a few seconds, but you're not quite so adaptable. So he'll do his best to stay quiet and not move much.

But no matter how hard he tries, he's never going to be able to turn off his stomach. You'll probably wake up with a start as his stomach roars at you about twenty inches from your face.

Belphegor

"...zzzz..."

Who are we kidding, we all know he was asleep first. Probably, he's the reason you fell asleep so easily. He's soft and warm, perfect for drifting off to dreamland...

Diavolo

"Very bold! You really are astonishingly brave."

It's not every day someone has the stones to fall asleep in his presence, let alone fall asleep and use him as some sort of glorified pillow. What a nice change of pace.

He'll continue doing whatever it is he was doing before, but he is a busy demon, running the Devildom and all. He'll slowly and carefully extricate himself when it's time to move, then have Barbatos bring you a blanket and prepare some tea for when you wake up.

Barbatos

"Humans are awfully needy creatures, aren't they."

He can't help but chuckle. You just pass out during the middle of the day? Then again, it's possible you're probably not entirely well. He'll have to disturb the young master to ask what sort of accommodations to make for you. Of course, he's sure Diavolo won't mind. But it's irresponsible to let yourself drift off like this in the castle of the king of the demons, isn't it? This isn't a resort.

Sleep well, human.

Solomon

"You're just looking cute on purpose now, aren't you?"

Oh well! Looks like he's stuck here for now. Too bad. He'll smile, put an arm around you, kick his feet up, and settle in for the long haul. Hopefully you're able to get a good, solid nap in.

Most likely, you both will. He'll pass out too within ten minutes, give or take.

Simeon

"Oh- shh. There, there."

Well, if you aren't adorable... You must be so tired. He's glad you feel so at ease with him that you let yourself fall asleep, and you certainly look cute, but he's also a little concerned that you're this tired. He'll patiently wait for you to wake up. Then he'll make you some tea and gently remind you to take better care of your health.

Luke

"Eh...?! Hey! ...WAKE UP!"

How tired are you?! You need to get better sleep! Sheesh, you need to be more careful too. You almost crushed him.

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piastriprincess · 2 months ago

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lights out , and away we goooooo !

lily , she / her , twenty - five , lando norris defense squad president . inbox is open , come talk to me or send a request ! prompt list here but you’re welcome to request anything you want ! please note i don’t take smut requests on anon & you must be 18+ to request smut .

✎ᝰ writing for op81 , ln4 , cl16 , lh44 , yt22 , mv1 , gr63 , aa23 , cs55 , ih6 . ✎ᝰ recent works naked in manhattan! - LN4 ; slow motion (i'm watching our love) - LH44 ; sometimes all i think about is you - OP81

masterlist under the cut !

✰ popular / ❀ personal favorites / ☢ 18+ mdni .

PIASTRI

hypotheticals (in my mind) | in which oscar finally figures it out on an over - the - ocean call . fluff , childhood friends to lovers .

soak my scrapes and sleep tight | in which oscar would bump his head a million times over if you'll always be there to patch him up . fluff , established relationship .

caught up in circles | ✰ ❀ in which oscar's stuck in a time loop , but you're the thing that really turns his world upside down . fluff w a sprinkle of angst , time loop au , strangers to lovers , slow burn .

fell in love at the orange show speedway | ❀ in which you really hate the spotlight , but oscar makes it a little easier to stand in . birthday build - a - fic! fluff , driver!reader , she falls first he falls harder .

under an april sky | part of the orange show speedway universe - in which oscar stops overthinking for once with a little help from you . fluff , driver!reader , she falls first he falls harder , first kiss .

hate to be lame | part of the orange show speedway universe - in which you win and oscar forgets all the rules you made . fluff , driver!reader , she falls first he falls harder , first i love you .

sometimes all i think about is you | ✰ ☢ in which your air conditioner dies and oscar figures out another way for the two of you to beat the heat . smut (mdni) , roommate au , friends to lovers .

NORRIS

was your soul rediscovered (was your heart rearranged?) | ✰ ❀ in which lando doesn't believe in soulmates until he figures out he has one . fluff , soulmate au , best friends to lovers .

diamond bright , kiss me right | ✰ in which your accidental 'i love you' to your boyfriend isn't as unrequited as you thought . fluff , new relationship , love confession .

hold on and hope | in which you're not together anymore , but you'll still come when lando calls . angst / fluff , exes to ??? , hurt / comfort .

if i wanna stay alive (you should never cross my mind) | in which you and agent lando norris pretend to be married and get a whole lot more than you bargained for . angst / fluff , friends to lovers , spy au .

naked in manhattan! | ✰ ☢ in which lando puts on a suit and you take it off . smut (mdni) , established relationship .

LECLERC

if you keep it just yours | ✰ in which you’re a writer chronicling your life online and charles is the first person who makes you want to keep secrets . fluff , smau , writer!reader .

HAMILTON

slow motion (i'm watching our love) | in which lewis rewinds through your relationship to remember what matters . angst / fluff , past relationship , second chance romance ?

TSUNODA

fight so dirty (love so sweet) | in which you and yuki go together like baking soda and vinegar - it's only natural you'll cause a reaction . fluff , university au , enemies to lovers , forced proximity .

VERSTAPPEN

honey , you're familiar | in which max finally comes home and you remember exactly what you were missing . fluff , established relationship .

RUSSELL

the day that i met you (i started dreaming) | in which you get caught in a storm and george gets caught in your eyes . fluff , meet cute .

ALBON

under pink light in june | ❀ in which alex is the new counselor at camp and you're just friends, you swear . fluff , summer camp au , slow burn .

wrapped around your finger | in which late-night drawings speak louder than words . fluff , established relationship .

SAINZ

tba.

HADJAR

somethin’ stupid | ❀ in which isack has an awfully hard time telling you how much he loves you . fluff , friends to lovers , university au .

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gunwoo-bh · 2 months ago

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The Night Shift - Part 8 [Min Yoongi x f!Reader]

MIN YOONGI x F!READER UniStudent!Yoongi AU SUMMARY: You chose a boring, quiet job at your campus’s 24-hour library for a reason: it kept you away from drama, gossip, and parties. It was positively uneventful. Until it wasn’t. Warnings: swearing, kissing, some hints at depression, ghosting??, little shit yoongi if you squint, talk about feelings A/N: THANK YOU!!! This is a shorter one but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! I am so excited for the next few parts of this story. I am so gleeful with all the love this is getting! Enjoy the read! :D

THE NIGHT SHIFT

PART 8

“I nearly did.”

“Kiss you.”

“I still want to.”

Those three sentences are stuck in your head like a cassette tape stuck on a loop.

Four days have passed since his late night confession, yet you’re unsure of what comes next since he’s gone radio silent. Hence why you’ve kept this entire thing to yourself. You try not to let your overthinking brain hurt your feelings by thinking he regrets even saying those words. But why else would he go completely silent? If not regret.

You haven’t been doing much past going to school and working, going straight home whenever you were done. And even at work, no more being walked home by Yoongi these last few days.

Picking up your phone from the desk, you stare at the last text you sent him.

Sunday 1:14 AM Things don’t have to be weird…we can just let it go, okay?

You hadn’t expected him to suddenly have what felt like a change of heart the moment he spoke those words. You remember muttering something and suddenly apologies came out and he was a stuttering mess, hanging up the phone. You had tried calling him back minutes after recovering from the suddenness of the moment but his calls went directly to voicemail. You try not to remember how it felt for your heart to clench and drop when the realization hit.

And since then, silence.

Absolutely nothing.

And it looks like he’s told nobody, because Eunji and Jungkook have gone on their date and are going on a second one tonight. And seeing any of the boys around school hasn’t been in any way awkward. Namjoon, Hoseok and Jungkook have all been friendly, confusing you even more.

You stare at the message longer than you should.

Then you toss your phone down on the desk, looking up to the turnstiles where the last of the students leave.

You scuff the carpet with your shoe, pushing yourself up as you do your final tour of the library. You hate being at work recently, your poor heart always expecting or hoping for Yoongi to show up with a tangerine.

Going through all the floors and every aisle, you’re met with emptiness and quicker than you had hoped for, you’re back to your desk. Right on cue the security guard shows up and you politely smile, bowing as you take your bag and discarded phone, leaving the building.

Your face down in your phone, looking at a cute selfie your friend and Jungkook send you on their date when you hear someone running behind you. You snap your body so fast you’re scared you’ll fall but the sight of who is running immediately straightens you out.

You don’t know what you expected when you saw Yoongi again, but relief wasn’t it. He looks like he’s sprinted all the way over here, like it was a last minute decision but there he is.

His black hair sticks to his skin and you’re not sure whether or not it’s sweat or wet from a shower. His chest heaves, leaning on his knees as he catches his breath and eyes pleading with you to stay put. You see it in his furrowed eyebrows and the rapid blinking as he holds his chest.

“Hi…”

You squint at him, head tilting sideways. Hi? Really?

“Hey.”

He straightens himself up, slowly walking over to you but stopping a few feet away and you hate how your chest tightens in anticipation. You’re still so glad to see him even though he’s left you confused, and hurt, just a little.

“Can…can I walk you home?”

His voice sounds so uncertain, so unlike the way he has been with you these last few weeks. He’s clearly expecting a resounding no, even maybe for you to yell at him but you don’t do yelling.

“Sure.”

You chastise your mouth being faster than your brain, and he comes to stand next to you as you begin the journey back. It is awkward and quiet, Yoongi’s hands are in his pockets, and you can tell he’s opening his mouth and closing it over and over, choosing his words carefully.

You don’t even notice as you’re walking that he’s no longer by your side until you look to your left, frowning and twisting around to see where you’ve left him standing. He watches you, catching up and standing a few feet away.

“I did want to kiss you.” Your eyes widen, lips parted as you gasp softly. “I still want to but…but I fucking chickened out ‘cause,” he scoffs, “how could a girl like you want a guy like me? And then because I didn't want our first kiss to be in your room with our friends just on the other side of the door. I–I wanted to–to savor it and not run the risk of having to wait until the next time I could kiss you and I know this is just a pathetic excuse to explain why I ghosted you, and I swear, I–I feel like shit for it because you don't–”

Your legs are faster than your brain, and his mouth, because you close the distance between you two so fast, grabbing his face as you stand on the tip of your toes to be able to reach him and you press your lips to his.

Time stills, and neither of you respond to the kiss. There is no way that you made a first move like that because it is so unlike you. Yet here you are, Yoongi's face in your hands and your lips on his.

You feel yourself tip forward, losing balance but instead of collapsing into him and making the both of you tumble, you feel his hands caging your ribcage and tugging you snug against his body, stabilizing you. And that moment is when you feel his lips move, trapping your upper lip between his as he inhales from deep in his chest. His lips are warm and soft against your slightly chapped ones, but he doesn’t seem to care one bit.

You can feel the blood rush through your veins, letting go of his face and wrapping your arms around his neck, one arm resting across his back while you bury your other hand in his hair.

There is nothing tentative about the kiss, neither is it heated. No, it is tender and exploratory, there is no sense of urgency and the kiss is unlike any other kiss you’ve ever had. Responding to the kiss, you let him set the pace as you tilt your head.

He must sense how you’re craning your neck to kiss him because he lowers his stance, your heels meeting the ground as Yoongi hunches lightly to make sure you’re comfortable.

You both get lost in kissing each other, forgetting about the world around you until you hear giggling. It doesn’t startle the two of you apart completely, but enough so that you pull away from each other. You take a quick glance to see a group of younger girls giggling and blushing as they look at the two of you. You start smiling, looking to his chest and hiding there as he pulls you closer.

Your chests are heaving, his heartbeat loud and scattered under the hand that now rests above it on his chest. You feel butterflies dancing around your belly, and you aren’t sure if it’s from kissing him or because you haven’t kissed or been kissed in so long.

Oh, who are you kidding, it’s him. It’s Yoongi.

You timidly look up at him for the first time since you made the move and he’s already looking at you, lips parted and the corners of his lips curling up.

You huff the smallest laugh, “What?”

Yoongi shakes his head, licking his lip, “That was the most effective way somebody ever shut me up.”

Oh, the nerve of him…

You pinch him and he winces, whining but he doesn’t even try to step away from you. No, instead he tightens his grip on your ribcage, prompting you to gasp at the feeling.

“We still need to talk…” Your tone is serious, but there’s an edge of softness behind it. And you know that kissing him definitely has softened the hurt, but not made you forget it.

Yoongi glances around and nods, cupping your cheek sweetly, “You’re right…We do need to talk.”

After a short walk you find yourselves at Han river, sitting on a bench overlooking the river.

The silence is comfortable once he’s returned with some food for you two to snack on, quietly having a late night snack before you’re about to have what you suspect might be a very emotionally loaded conversation.

“So…” your eyes meet, “why did you call and hang up?”

He inhales so deeply, you think he’s hoping to stop breathing for a moment, “I…I did mean it when I said I chickened out. I let relief over your text take over and I called you, but the moment I said that I wanted to kiss you…the confidence?” He gestures his hand plummeting. “And then, then I let my brain take over.”

“What do you mean?”

He breathes out, “I’m self-deprecating. I will forever encourage and support my friends, but the moment anything good happens to me? I convince myself with reasons why I don’t deserve it, with reasons why…” he looks at you, embarrassed, “...you wouldn’t actually want me.”

“So…even though we had a moment in my bedroom and I sent that text and you called me, you still didn’t feel like it was genuine?”

He looks pained as he considers his next words, “Can I be completely honest about where my brain went?” You nod and he sighs. “After I said I still wanted to kiss you, my brain went back to that moment in your room and all of a sudden? Any confidence I had about the way you might feel towards me just twisted into something…awful.”

He lets his words hang in the air, letting you process as you nod softly, “Awful like…” you glance up to the night sky, “...’there’s no way she could like me’ awful or…”

He looks down, embarrassed and hiding his eyes behind his bangs, “...or ‘maybe I was led into believing she could like me and in reality only wanted to fool around, and then she’ll stop wanting to be around me once she gets what she wants’…”

Your heart breaks at how the mind works sometimes, how it hurts even your own self, “...because a part of you is that scared that these last few weeks, these last two months, have been some kind of trickery?”

He grunts, “It’s so fucking stupid…” he rubs his temple.

“No, no!” You reach for his forearm, squeezing it gently. “It’s not stupid. You…Sometimes you can’t help how mean your brain can get…”

He looks up at you from under his bangs, watching your face carefully, “I don’t actually want to believe that stuff, I swear…I felt like such an ass and once I got out of it this morning I realized…I immediately hated how I must have made you feel…”

“It sucked.” You confess, not wanting to shy away from the feeling of it. “I thought I must have done something wrong.”

He shakes his head, “No, no, fuck, I never wanted you to think that.”

You smile softly, slipping your hand into his and lacing your fingers with his, “I know, I understand better now.” Your thumb gently begins to rub back and forth over the back of his hand.

You both stay quiet, holding hands and admiring the night view of the Han river.

“I’m sorry for these last few days. You didn’t deserve that.”

“I know it won’t be some overnight change, but…I’d like to think I’m a decent listener. When those dark thoughts come into your mind? Try and talk to me. Mhm?” He nods, watching you carefully.

You catch him glancing to your lips, and when he’s caught in the act you start smiling. Before you know any better he’s leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. You shift your body towards his, kissing him back softly before pulling away, catching the way he follows your lips, “We should probably also talk about this…”

He starts grinning, nodding and leaning back, “I suppose we should…”

You’re giggling as you breathe out, “So, if you hadn’t had those awful thoughts…what would you have done after that phone call?”

“I was already halfway dressed and up to come see you…” he admits.

“Really?”

He laughs, “Yeah.”

“That probably would have been one heck of a kiss too…” You catch the blush creeping up his neck, making you snicker.

“Yeah, well, our first kiss wasn’t too bad either, no?”

First kiss.

“So,” he looks at you when you tug on his hand, “if that was our first kiss, and we just had our second kiss, does that mean that there’s gonna be a third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh–”

Yoongi playfully kisses your lips, pressing peck after peck and prompting laughter out of the both of you as you pull back, “Yoongi…” His face loses all hint of playfulness to be replaced by tenderness when you say his name. “What…what does this mean?”

He sighs loudly, pretending he hasn’t thought of an answer yet, “I know exactly what this means…” You can feel how nervous he is based solely on how sweaty his hands are, hoping that your presence is enough to comfort him.

He leans in, kissing the corner of your mouth softly and pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, “It means…let me take you out on a date.”

You giddily smile, biting your lower lip, “That’s gonna be a yes.”

A/N: We now have a kiss and a planned date! I know this definitely shorter than the last couple of chapters but the last thing I wanted to do when we got close to this is delay it any longer. I hope you all enjoy it! We're just over the halfway mark! :D

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kimberly-spirits13 · 2 years ago

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Moving In

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader

Warnings: None

Summary: a short Drabble on you convincing Jason to move in with you

Word Count: 963

Your house was a haven for Jason. It was somewhere where he could lay down and forget all his troubles or simply sit in silence and not be overwhelmed by the life outside of your front doors. Despite the occasional complaints he hears from you about the woes of homeowning, he sees no flaw in your home. You were well off from your job, able to buy a nice home in the same area that Wayne Manor sat. It wasn’t intentional, you had been living in this home before you knew Jason, and through the years you had completed various renovations and upgrades to make it reflect you. There was a garden in the backyard filled with your favorite flowers, a sizeable kitchen where Jason likes to spend most of his time, sunlight poured through the floor to ceiling windows, and a few additional rooms catered to your interests were settled between the walls of the home. Convincing Jason to move in was not a hard thing to do. He hated living in an apartment and hearing his neighbors talk or walk around in the middle of the night when he was trying to sleep. You and Jason also found that it was a hazard climbing into the windows during the waking hours of dawn after patrol. A few close calls meant that most of the time when you were out on patrol, you two went back to your place to crash. It’s easy to say that he was delighted when you offered to let him move in after a long week of patrols gone south.

“You know, you should ditch the apartment, Jay.” You were laying on top of his chest, legs sprawled out over his and blankets nearly covering your face.

“Whatcha mean Doll?” He stopped combing his fingers through your hair and started twisting small loops into it with his fingers.

“Come live with me. You always talk about hating living in the city anyways and you sleep better there.”

“It would make patrols easier.” He commented, “You’re not delirious right, you’d actually want me to live at your place?” There was a tone of insecurity in his voice like at any moment you’d tell him you were joking.

“I am not delirious Jason.” You sat up and looked at him, “I have plenty of empty room that needs you to fill it.” “There’s plenty of room for your books in the library and you practically already live there. I’m pretty sure more than 60% of your things are already somewhere in the house.” “You could literally move in right now.”

“I would love to live with you.” He said smiling, “but I think we’d need to, you know, make sure everything is taken care of before I move out. My lease ends in a week and I’d need to pack everything up”

“We can get boxes tomorrow.” You said, “You can just start leaving things for the next week, plus, you don’t have to stay in the apartment even if your lease isn’t over.”

That was exactly a week ago and Jason was ready to move into your place. He pulled into the space in your garage that was meant for him with boxes loaded in the back of his car. There weren’t many boxes in his trunk, but he had a few odds and ends that he couldn’t send to Goodwill or throwing away. Most of the contents of the boxes were his books, some old mugs and pictures, the clothes that weren’t already in your house, hygiene stuff from his place, and other knickknacks he had around. After a few seconds of collecting his thoughts, he looked up to see you coming into the garage from the side door into your house with a smile.

You took his hand as he got out of the car and shut the door to walk to the trunk and start unloading. Taking a few boxes at a time, the two of you gradually unloaded everything and put it into the room connecting to the garage. It wasn’t going to take a long time for you two to unload everything, the most daunting thing to Jason was permanently invading your space. Taking the box filled with mugs, you opened the cabinet in the kitchen that kept all the mugs and started carefully putting them in like they were meant to be there.

“Hey doll, do you have a place you want all of this?” He asked timidly.

Usually moving in somewhere wasn’t a problem for him and he knew where everything was meant. He knew that you didn’t mind and just wanted him to be comfortable, but at the same time, Jason was afraid he would mess something up, make you regret letting him live with you.

“You know you can put stuff wherever. I mean obviously shampoo and conditioner belong in the bathroom and dishes in the kitchen but Jay, this is your home, I don’t mind.” You said comfortably.

Jason felt his heart swell at your words. This was his house now. You might have been there first, but you were telling him that this was allowed to be his home. Everything was perfect, nothing was popping Jason’s bubble now.

He set his stuff down and watched as you walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist. In a moment of silence, he ran his fingers through your hair and put his chin on the top of your head.

“I’m glad you’re here now.” You said softly, “I hated when you had to leave.” Jason held onto you tighter and lifted your chin with his finger, “I love you y/n/n. You’ve given me the best life I could have ever lived.”

“I love you too Jay.”

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another-lost-mc · 2 years ago

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I have a very serious question

Opinions on Pervy!Levi?

Pervy!Levi, huh? Well, I think about him a lot more than I'd like to admit. When I do think about him, that desperate little demon is usually up to no good.

[ nsfw/mdni below the cut. content/warnings: invasion of privacy, non-consensual recording/voyeurism, masturbation, other suggestive content ]

First we should probably talk about pervy!Levi that buys MC a sex toy and finds out his tail works just as well.

Can't forget about voyeur!Levi who likes to watch his brothers fuck MC first before he gets a turn.

And then of course, there's Levi with a lactation kink, or Levi that thinks about using a love potion on MC because he's so fucking desperate.

Or there's horny Levi who jerks off as soon as you leave his room after a gaming session because he just can't help himself.

If that's not enough, I guess we can talk about...

— Pervy!Levi who lets himself into your room when you're not home. He's figured out all your little hiding places by now, so if you've gotten any new toys since the last time he checked, he knows. He also buys the same type of lube as you do because it enhances the fantasy that he's fucking you and not some random fleshlight later on. Plus, he likes to have all your preferred supplies in his room for you to use, just in case you take pity on him and decide to give him a chance...

— Pervy!Levi who hates walking into your room and smelling his siblings or other demons. He loves your scent though. He buries his nose in your pillow or your sheets and ruts against your mattress while he breathes your smell deep into his lungs. He also helps himself to a pair of underwear from your dirty laundry hamper. (He'll return them in a day or two when he's done with them.)

— Pervy!Levi who secretly records you. Sometimes he records you when you watch movies with him in his room, or he'll record your voice when you call him on his D.D.D. You don't realize all the cute sounds you make. His cock twitches in his jeans because he starts imagining what it'd be like for you to make those same sounds when he fucks you. He clips the audio recordings and adds them to a nice little loop of your noises he's spliced together. He puts in ear buds and listens to them when he jerks off later, and it's almost like you're right there beside him.

— Pervy!Levi who stays up later than almost everyone else. Sometimes he walks past your bedroom door and listens. If you're up late, he might get lucky and hear the muffled sounds of you touching yourself, or maybe one of his brothers is keeping you company instead. Other times, he walks past your room and the door isn't closed all the way. You're far too trusting, you know. But he can't complain, because there's nothing cuter than the sight of you asleep in your bed, your pajama shirt riding high up on your chest and your sleep shorts low across your hips. His fingers twitch because he wants to touch, but he can't risk it. Besides, his hand is clapped over his mouth so his heavy, panting breaths won't wake you.

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midnight-mourning · 6 months ago

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Christmas Spirit

❄️❄️Midnight's DCA December Day 12❄️❄️

woof, now we're REAL behind chat, apologies was busy but also like, feeling unwell, but here we are! hope you enjoy :)

Prompt: christmas request! Reader doesn't care for christmas since their relationship with their family isnt great and nearly ever christmas since they moved out included multiple fights or screaming matches; they just want to have a positive association with christmas and don't mind working on a holiday at their crazy but chill job with their favorite animatronic coworkers. And these fellow coworkers intend to make sure this christmas is a postive one even if theres silly mishaps here and there.

Word Count: 2048

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When you realized the date this morning, to say your heart sunk into your chest was an understatement. Sure, maybe it was a bit dramatic to go from chipper and ready for the day, to dragging your feet out the door, but to be fair, this wasn't exactly your favorite time of year. So, you think you had a little bit of a pass.

Though, as you slam open the door to the Daycare just a tad too harshly, spooking Sun whilst he was mid-decorating, you cringe. Maybe not too much of a pass.

He shakes it off, however, bounding over to you as happily as ever. "Good morning Sunshine! And how are we today?"

You decide to brush off your mistake. Based on the current state of things, he's very excited about the coming holiday, and you'd hate to ruin that for him.

"I'm doing well, Sunny. And what about you? The place looks great!" You motion to how already, the Daycare is already well on its way to being totally decorated. It's impressive, to say the least. You left less than 24 hours ago, though he probably has a lot more time on his hands than you.

He puts a hand to his faceplate, waving the other bashfully. "Oh, we're just getting started! Would you like to help?"

"Ah, I don't want to um, get in your way at all." Not to mention even the idea of touching a decoration makes you want to fling it across the room. Despite how ridiculous a notion that is. You shake your head. "I'll just get stuff set up for the day as usual!"

Sun hesitates a moment, rays shrinking. "Oh, okay then! Well, if you change your mind, just let me know! Always happy to have your touch with these things."

You're too distracted by your own discomfort to acknowledge the compliment. Instead only offering a quick nod and a smile as you march over to the craft station and start preparing.

You'd hope that would be the end of things, but you weren't so lucky. All throughout the day, both sides of the Attendant seem to be ever curious about your thoughts on different holiday plans they have, asking your opinion on this or that. Whether they realize it or not, you can feel your weariness about the topic growing worse, and paitence wearing thin.

It was only a matter of time before you cracked, and it happens at probably the worst moment to do so; puppet time.

Sun decided to put on a Christmas themed show—of course—and had all but insisted for your help. Again, not wanting to cause issues, you agree. However, it's easier said than done.

"—And we all just enjoy the holidays so much, don't we friend?" Sun asks, ever in character with his hand puppet.

You chuckle, awkward. "We sure do!"

"What's your favorite part of the season?" His little character does a spin on the mini stage. "Mine is making cookies, oh oh! And playing out in the snow, and wrapping presents for my friends!"

For some reason the question—which should have been expected—throws you for a loop. "Oh, well, I don't really have anything in particular. But I'd love to hear more about your favorite activities!"

"Oh come on, everyone has something that's their favorite." He presses, unintentionally pushing your buttons.

At that moment all you can think about is all the years of arguing, fights, yelling. Family members bickering about things that don't matter, and yet, won't talk to each other for weeks afterward because of some minor slip of the tongue. Feelings of being isolated, alone, and utterly miserable creep in.

You can't help the words that slip out then. "Well, some of us don't like Christmas very much at all!" You say, voice over the top with fake cheer.

Sun seems to take the hint then and thankfully, recovers the show from there. You're a bit embarrassed to need the save. You didn't think you'd lose your composure over a silly puppet show, but apparently, you were wrong.

It's when you're packing things up to get ready for naptime that Sun broaches the topic once more.

"You, you don't like Christmas, Starshine?" Sun asks, voice soft.

You take a deep breath, then shake your head. "I, no, not really. No." You see Sun's rays shrink, and put your puppet-free hand up. "But it's okay! Really don't let me bum you out any. I'm sorry I lost my cool for a moment there. It won't, won't happen again."

Before you can speak on it any further, you turn away, heading to start getting naptime mats out and such. Had you not, you would have seen Sun's hand reaching out for you, concern and care clearly evident on his features.

After that little incident, neither Attendant talks to you about the holiday in detail again. You still discuss activities as usual, but they don't ask specifics of you anymore. You're relieved, but you do feel bad. You hope to make it up to them by having an easy day of work on Christmas itself.

Get some organization done, clean up some things that you've been putting off, that kind of thing. Hell, maybe you'll even tolerate some holiday music while you work too.

When you walk inside bright and early on Christmas morning however, Sun nearly jumps out of his skin upon seeing you. At least, you think he would have if he did have skin, that is.

"Sunbeam! Wha—what are you doing here today?" He rushes over to you.

You smile and start taking off your coat. "I work today, Sun. Obviously."

After removing your hat and scarf, you grab your apron, brushing it off once or twice before clapping. "So, I was thinking we tackle the craft closet first and foremost, and then go from there with all our usual stuff, that sound good?"

When he doesn't answer you turn, only to jump when you realize he's right behind you, rays flicking side to side. He takes hold of your shoulders and bends to your level.

"Starshine."

"Sun." You nod.

His grip tightens for a moment, then loosens. He narrows his eyes. "We, are not. Working. On. Christmas."

"Well I'm already here—"

He shakes his head, picking you up suddenly. "Nope. Absolutely not. I won't allow it. If you're going to be here then we're going to make this right."

"Hey! Put me down! Where are you even taking me?" You kick your legs in vein, now slightly annoyed. Before you thought he was just joking, but now you realize he's dead serious.

You get your answer when he sets you down in a bean bag. Taking a moment to snatch up a blanket with one hand and untie your apron with the other. Before you can blink, the blanket is laid across you, you have several Christmas themed stuffed animals surrounding you, there's a set of antlers on your head, along with a coloring book in your lap.

Sun nods once down at you, hands on his hips. "Now, you get started on that and I'll get you some hot coco. Okay?"

"What, but—"

But he's already off again, "Don't move~ I'll be just a moment!"

Deciding that you're better off to indulge for a little bit, as opposed to outright protesting, you do as he asks. And, while not your favorite thing in the world, sitting and coloring in the peace of the Daycare, holiday music playing softly around you, is nice.

Sun's gone for longer than you would have expected. Especially for just a cup of premade hot chocolate. But, when he eventually returns you do take the time to thank him for the quick break, that you appreciate the thought, and that you're ready to actually get started for the day.

Surprisingly—suspiciously—he agrees.

You won't admit to longing for the warmth of the cozy nest you leave as you stand, but the longing isn't allowed to last for long. Sun's hand is tightly wound with yours as he leads you out of the Daycare and towards the theater.

You take a sip of your drink, confused but still following. "Um, did you want to start with the theater's supply closet then?"

"Friend, when I said no work on Christmas, I wasn't kidding." He stops just short of the entrance, energy now becoming more antsy.

He lets go of your hand and you frown. "I told you it's alright, Sunny. I don't mind, honestly."

"I know! We know, but,"—he shakes his head—"We want to, change that. Make it up to you! If, you'll let us?"

He's looking to you now. You're hesitant, of course you are, but you can at least hear him out. "Sure, bud."

"If you don't like it, that's okay too! We just, wanted to try." He turns slightly and starts to open the door.

You open your mouth to respond but are instead taken aback by how pretty the theater looks. There's warm lights strung across the ceiling, decorations of red and green that sparkle. A medium sized tree with decorations laying nearby sits near the middle of the room. Snowflakes in all intricate patterns litter the space. There's a video of a yule log playing on the screen, and music softly twinkles around you.

While not as intense as the Daycare in terms of the level of Christmas-vibes, there's something more, comforting, about it. Something maybe a bit more familiar, that unlocks a memory you'd left behind back when you were much smaller.

"When did you find the time for all of this?" You ask quietly. You'd been in here just yesterday and it looked nothing like this.

Sun comes up behind you, hand on your shoulder. "Just now. We just thought that maybe something a bit more relaxed, but still festive, could be fun for you? We can decorate the tree, or, or watch movies, or dance. Whatever you would like, honestly. Whatever you want."

"Whatever I want?" You look up to him, almost unable to speak.

He looks down to you and after a pause, wraps his arms around you with a nod. "No one should be sad during the holidays, Star. And it's, it's not our business why but, well, we just want to try and change that for a little bit. To try and make you a little happier."

The tears well up before you can stop them.

Sun starts panicking. "Oh! Don't cry. It's okay, we can just go back to the Daycare—"

"No, no it's okay, really." You sniff. Your reaches up to his faceplate, halting his fretting. "They're happy tears. I'm very grateful. And emotional."

He relaxes into your touch, but his tone is still concerned. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah I,"—you shake your head—"You know what? Let me just show you."

Without thinking further, you raise your other hand and pull his faceplate down to your lips. You release him again after a moment, giggling.

Sun's rays click, then—"Just to be sure, Moon would also like you to show him."

This causes you to laugh outright, and soon enough you're in the naptime attendant's arms instead.

You spend the rest of your day in higher spirits than you would have otherwise expected for the holiday. The attendant takes turns doing the various activities they planned with you. And maybe it's only because it's with them, or because of the new relationship you've found yourself in, but you find it all to be so much more bearable than before. More than bearable really, enjoyable. Truly and completely, enjoyable. For the first time in a long time.

"What are you thinking of, Star?" Moon asks as the two of you dance across the room.

You shake your head, smiling. "Just about how much I appreciate the two of you, is all."

"Just appreciate?"

You scoff. "I think you know by now it's more than that. Don't even think of trying to scam me out of more kisses."

He snickers in response.

Just the music for a moment.

"Thank you, guys. It means a lot."

Moon bends you for a dip, leaning in. "Merry Christmas, Starlight."

"Merry Christmas, Moon."

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Thank you for the request @pip-plz!! Was fun to take this and make something wholesome, esp as someone who hasn't always had a fun holiday experience myself, hope I did it some justice!

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lulublack90 · 5 months ago

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Prompt 30 - Vain

Wolfstar, January 30, word count 671

Previous part First part

One year previously

Sirius stood at the front of the church, greeting all his parents, associates, and other guests. Most of them had never even met Regulus. He gritted his teeth as politicians, bankers, CEOs and other supposed mourners who had only come to get in good with his father. He hated this so much. His parents had made it into a circus. It should have been a simple private affair. Regulus would have hated this.

The service, while extravagant, felt almost nice. The priest was respectful and Sirius was able to mourn in peace. His mother had forbidden him to help carry the casket outside, so he walked behind it, following his brother outside to the family crypt.

Disturbance at the doors halted the procession. Walburga brushed past him, disappearing around the casket.

“How dare you come here,” She hissed.

“I just want to say goodbye,” Shit, Barty. Sirius hurried after his mother.

“You are not wanted here, leave. Now,” Walburga ordered.

“Please, I just want to say goodbye, please.” Barty pleaded, his jaw quivered, and his eyes filled with tears. Sirius quickly stepped in, putting a firm hand on Barty’s shoulder in a vain attempt to diffuse the situation.

“I’ll deal with him Mother,” He said in a bored drawl, before marching Barty out of the doors and into the churchyard. They turned away from the graves and walked away from the church into a little wildlife area. Once they were hidden in the tall grass, Sirius found a bend and dragged Barty down onto it. The other man collapsed into him. Sirius held him as Barty broke apart. His sobs were muffled by Sirius’s thick wool coat.

“Shhhh, we’ll go say goodbye once they’re gone,” Sirius murmured softly, stroking Barty’s soft hair. “He’d prefer it if it was just us anyway,” Barty sniffled as the last of his tears petered out.

“I’m sorry, I should have known better. I just, I just wanted him to know that I came. I needed him to know I’m still his.”

“He knows, don’t worry about that,” They sat on the bench until the sound of Range Rovers, Austin Martins and Jaguars starting filled the air and waited some more until everything was still and quiet again. “Come on, let’s go say goodbye,” Sirius helped Barty to his feet and led him to the Black family crypt.

The door was already sealed again, Regulus locked away for eternity.

“I really loved him, you know?” Barty told him, walking forward and laying his hand on the door. “I love you Regulus, always will, always,” He shook his head and turned away. “Can we go get a drink and talk about him for a bit, or do you need to get off?”

“Yeah, let’s go. Pub?” Sirius looped Barty’s arm through his, and together they walked to the local pub.

“They drank far too much while they mourned Regulus, so much that when Sirius wiped the fresh wave of tears from Barty’s cheeks with his hands, Barty leant in and kissed him. Sirius kissed him back. There was no spark, no urgency, they were simply finding solace in each other. They pulled away at the same time and Barty rested his head on Sirius’s shoulder.

“I don’t know how to live without him,” Barty confessed. Sirius wrapped his arms firmly around him.

“He wouldn’t want you to mope about Barty. In fact, he’d kick your arse if you tried,” Barty choked out a laugh, and they called it a night. They shared one final kiss outside the pub and went their separate ways. Sirius truly hoped that Barty would be alright. He looked up at the night sky, easily spotting his own star and letting his eyes drift to the left until they landed on Regulus’s. “Look out for him, Reggie. He needs you still,” He called a taxi and went back to his empty house and opened the bottle of whisky, drowning his sorrows, not wanting to remember what had happened that day.

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the0p · 1 month ago

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petty fights

non!idol, pretty angsty, no happy ending, mlm, don't hate me also slight jiwoong slander (love my boykisser😓)

theo comeback with angst how we feeling 🥀

I sat at my apartment, the small space quiet, cold even a bit empty despite the countless photos and posters scattered on the white walls.

it had been like this for a while. a never-ending loop of school, work, and pure emptiness.

it was sufficient being in an apartment that used to be so full of life and love. never a single quiet morning or night, always filled with laughter, playful banter, and pure unrequited love between two boys.

yet all that love reached a braking point a few weeks ago after one single petty argument that revealed all those cracks in our happy relationship.

the day was a usual day. nothing special. no tension in the air in the morning, not even in the afternoon, but once the clock hit 7 pm, everything crumbled.

the two of us sat in bed, both tired from school and work alike, scrolling through our phones just enjoying each others company. no words exchanged, just the fact that we were next to each other was enough.

Matthew broke the silence after a while as he moved closer to me, wrapping an arm around my waist lazily.

"how was school today?" he asked his words a bit muffled as he was resting his head against my shoulder.

"it was okay. the usual. ditched some of my classes with jiwoong to get coffee, tho. wasn't feeling it" I responded, putting my phone down as I turned around to face him.

he looked at me, a small frown on his face. he wasn't the biggest fan of jiwoong as in his words the guy didn't seem like someone I should be around. he had that tendency to nitpick at my male freinds finding some sort of problems but I never took it to heart since as much as I loved Matthew I wasn't gonna drop long term freinds unless there is an actual issue.

"why do you always hang out with him? he seems bitchy"

I sighed at his words, I was tired of this conversation constantly coming up.

"Matthew, I don't wanna have this conversation tonight. I've told you before he's a good friend of mine and you don't know him, okay? so drop it."

I'll admit my words came out rougher and meaner than I had intended, but inside of him getting sad about it, he seemed to get agitated. he sat up slightly, looking at me as I did the same.

"I have my reasons to not like him, okay? he just...I don't know I feel like he likes you y/n. and he doesn't seem to respect the fact you have a boyfriend as he seamlessly flirts with you"

I was stunned by his words. flirts with me? jiwoong? that was something new.

"jiwoong dosent flirt with me." I said simply very dumbfounded at this information.

these conversations always stemmed from his own insecurities, and we both knew that, so I never took them as something to take to heart, which was a problem as well. yes, we were always there for each other when we had our problems and stuff going on, but sometimes we both downplayed the issues, chopping them up to stress. which leads to very stupid and petty arguments like these that leave us with words we don't mean and feelings hurt on both ends.

"he does flirt with you y/n! how do you not see what he is doing?"

Matthew was obviously getting more and more annoyed as time passed by, and I honestly was too.

"he isn't, tho! jiwoong is a great friend, and that's it! why do you always think my freinds have some intentions with me when they don't? are you that fucking insecure Matthew?"

as those words left my mouth, I felt instant regret. Matthews face visibly fell as he got out of bed, not saying a word.

I got out of bed as well, following him stumbling over my words as I tried to apologise, but he wasn't listening.

"are you really just gonna walk out like that?" I asked as I watched him put his shoes and jacket on.

"Yes. yes, I will, actually. you never listen to what I say, and I'm tired of it y/n. you're supposed to be my boyfriend, not a communally boyfriend for your friends to flirt with."

"communal boyfriend? have you lost your mind?"

honestly, I wanted him out as he said that. he was being absolutely hypocritical right now, and after a long day, this was the last thing I needed.

"Look, if you can't understand where I'm coming from, even after the number of conversations we've had about this, maybe we should stop seeing each other."

Matthew said those words without an ounce of regret in his voice or on his face and at the heat of the moment I agreed with him.

"Yeah, maybe we shouldn't."

he nodded as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration and just left.

just like that, we never spoke to each other again.

Such a petty argument braking up the relationship we had built for ages was stupid. unexpected even, but under all the love we showed each other, we had problems. we weren't perfect.

maybe in another universe, it would have been genuinely okay even with our differences but not this one.

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acowardinmordor · 2 years ago

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You Left Me - You Miss Me - 4

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four

Hi, time for more, arguably making things better, but also arguably making things much worse.

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There was a diner a block and a half from their apartment. Steve found it when the sky opened up during his jog one morning. Snow, he could have handled, he was dressed for it. Slushy sleet mixed with hail was another matter. He ducked inside to hide until it passed, chatted with the owner for a bit, and brought Robin with him the next day because they had an amazing spread of waffle toppings, including crumbled bacon, and Steve knew she’d go crazy about it.

He was correct, and it was their go to spot, not just for breakfast.

At the end of January, Rebecca sat down to join them, and handed Steve an application.

Steve was already working at a JC Penny in the stock room, and picked up a few hours at a roller rink filling in when someone called out. They had enough money to live. Not decadently, but they could cover all their bills, and keep gas in the car, and buy supplies for Robin’s classes.

“Uh, Rebecca, I’m- thank you? But. My memory sucks, and my hearing isn’t great, and if someone starts getting rude, I’m going to get rude back to them, and --”

“This is a diner, hun,” she stopped him, “You write the orders down, you can always tell someone to say it again, and the fact you can shut down anyone that gives you lip is why I think you’ll be good at it. Like I said, it’s a diner. We don’t have to be all sunshine and daisies here.”

“I’m working at another--”

“Over at the mall and the rink, I know. And I know you’re free Monday through Wednesday mornings. And,” she stressed, “staff gets free meals and first dibs on the day olds.”

“Dingus!" Robin gasped and grabbed his arm. "Do it, do it. Stevie. Please, oh my god, please, you have to take it. You can bring me the brioche buns. And that apple butter. And that thing with the nuts! Steeevveee, don’t you love your soulmate? Please? I cou--”

So Steve took the job, and worked a few mornings a week. By the third week of February, he stopped feeling like he was going to fuck up any second. He understood why Rebecca liked his ability to get bitchy in the face of difficult customers, and he and Robin had cupboards well stocked with random take homes.

He liked it. Starting at five in the morning took some getting used to, but he was done by one, and traded off with a middle aged mom named Susan after the lunch rush settled down. Was it a ton of money? No. But he got more tips than he expected to, and the brioche really was delicious.

The last week of February, he was working alone on a Tuesday, at the start of the lunch rush, expecting Susan to arrive soon, and an easy day.

“Be with you in a minute,” he called to whoever just came inside, bussing half a dozen empty plates from table two after dropping off more creamer at table four. He looped back, ducking behind the counter to put the plates on the pass through for Nick to grab.

He dropped the entire stack before he got there.

His hands clenched down, his muscles locked, and even though it should have made him hold harder, everything slipped, and either shattered on the tiles or banged into his feet.

Jim Hopper winced from his seat at the counter. “Sorry, kid.”

The couple of other diners glanced up to check on him, and John looked around the window from the kitchen. Steve didn’t move. Couldn't. Could barely breathe.

“Is it back?”

“No.”

His exhale shook out of him before he shoved down the panic.

“Then whatever this is can wait.”

“I’m just here to talk.”

“And I said it can wait.”

He swept up the broken dishes, shrugged off John’s silent offer to throw Hopper out, and reminded himself there was no reason to think that the Upside Down was back. That meant this was going to be more awkward and less dangerous, and he was going to hate it, but it was still the better version of the day.

“What’ll you have?”

“Kid, I’m here to talk cause I didn’t think you’d want me at your place.”

“And I’m at work, and this is a diner, so what’ll you have?”

“Steve--”

“I’ll bring you coffee. I’m not talking about this while I’m working.”

“Coffee’s good. When are you off?”

Steve gave his bitchiest smile, didn’t answer, and went to seat the couple that just walked in.

The lunch rush was a mercy. Susan handled Hopper, and gave him the iciest service anyone had ever gotten under that roof. Hopper took it gracefully, but he didn’t shift, or push, or give any indication that he wasn’t willing to sit there til midnight if he had to.

Normally, Steve would get some lunch to go and head home. If the weather was bad, he ate at the booth in the corner to wait it out. With the way his stomach was twisting, unable to separate Hopper from what his arrival could mean, he wasn’t going to keep food down. He filled a glass of water, then silently gestured Hop to follow.

“Good to see you, Steve,” he said when they sat. “You and Robin doing okay up here?”

“We’re fine. Why are you here? If it isn’t something to do with, you know, then why are you here?”

“Maybe I just came up to check on you.”

“Did you?” Steve snorted into his drink when that question made Hopper’s face twist up. “So what is this?”

“I am here to check on you. There’s something else, but I came here because I’m checking on you. Me and you weren’t all that close, but you had Mrs Buckley give me your info so I’d know where you were.”

“Yeah, in case of an emergency. And you said there wasn’t any emergency. Plus, you had my phone number, so you could have called, which would be way less weird than showing up while I’m at work, you know?”

Hopper scratched at his cheek. “It’s not an emergency compared to all the reasons you wanted me to be able to find you, but if you ask those kids, this may as well be the end of the world again.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right.”

“Yeah, well. Henderson is gonna get himself arrested if he keeps trying to steal the mail and find something addressed to you. Max keeps pushing El to try and find you. The only reason they haven’t gone completely crazy is because of the Buckleys telling them that you’re fine. She gave me your address and number, and she talked for a little bit about the kids.”

Steve smiled at that. Mrs Buckley had never talked a ‘little bit’ about anything in her life. Either she was holding the line on being rude to anyone that might bother them, or Hop was pretending he hadn’t listened to a solid hour of rambling.

“Still haven’t told me why you’re here.”

“Want to ask if I can -- shit, I don’t know. I can route mail back and forth so they never have your address or something. I’d rather give them your info so I don’t have to be involved, but I already know you won’t agree to that.”

Steve ignored the pause that Hopper left there. Conversation and good manners said he should concede to something so he wouldn’t inconvenience the man too much. The last month with Robin supporting his choice kept his mouth shut. She’d be pissed at him if he folded, and worse, she’d help him get through all the pain it caused if he did talk to the kids again. Then he’d feel guilty and sad.

“Alright,” Hopper grumbled, “Didn’t think you would, but you know how those kids can be. Can’t fault me for trying.”

“So, we’re done? You sat here all this time just to talk for three minutes?”

“Almost.”

“So….” At least Steve could enjoy the fact that neither of them were enjoying this. Hopper winced a bit before he spoke.

“I didn’t tell any of the kids I was coming up to see you. None of them knew, and none of them are gonna know. Didn’t even tell Joyce why, just that I was driving up to Indy. Already had a plan in case they tried to tail me up here. So, had a surprise this morning when I got to my truck. it might change your answer.”

“Didn’t know you were so dramatic about stuff.”

“Side effect of two hours with that surprise, I guess. Eddie Munson came up with me.”

Any of the kids would have hurt.

Henderson might have made him cry.

Eddie Munson? That didn’t make sense.

They weren’t friends, never had been. The Upside Down meant they were connected, but they were never more than acquaintances, even when Steve was desperately trying to keep them all close. Sure, he’d taken over as the chauffeur for the kids, and everyone’s new best friend, but that didn’t explain why he’d bother to come up to talk to Steve.

“What the hell? Why?”

“He asked.”

“And you said yes.”

“He said please.”

That was not the whole story. There was something getting skipped over, left out. Hopper tolerated Munson, but he wouldn’t do him a favor if there wasn’t some kind of monster involved.

“Wait, you’ve been here for two hours.”

“Yep.”

“Did you just leave him in your truck this whole time? That front came through overnight. The high is thirty four today.”

“Yeah, I did,” Hopper said flatly. “He told me he wanted to come up so he could talk to you. Told me a little bit about why. And I said yes and I let him come, but I told him that I was gonna talk to you first. If you said no, he was gonna stay in that seat clear back to Hawkins, and keep his mouth shut about this whole thing.”

“How’d he know what you were doing?”

“No clue.”

“What does he want to talk about?”

“Not gonna say it for him.” Hopper shifted towards the edge of the booth. “So, want me to tell him to buckle back up, or tell him to get his ass in here?”

A quick consult with the imaginary Robin in his head left him just as confused, but curious as hell. He agreed, and fidgeted with a napkin, struggling to think of any reason why Eddie Munson would want to talk to him, or what the hell he said that the kids hadn’t that convinced Hopper to drive him up.

Stuck in his head, Steve jumped when a mess of a man in denim and leather slid shivering into the seat opposite. The scars on his face and hands were less vivid than they were last time they saw each other, but they still worked as a thermometer. Steve's did the same.

“Why the hell were you sitting in the cold, man?”

Eddie blinked, and froze where he was rubbing his hands together trying to get feeling back. “Hopper took the keys.”

Steve’s turn to blink. This was the guy taking care of his kids.

“Susan?” He called, gesturing for two when she lifted the coffee carafe in a question.

“You don’t need to do that.”

“Dude, I don’t know what the hell you’re doing here or why you care or what the hell is happening, but I’m not gonna let you sit there shaking cause you’re a dumbass who doesn’t know what gloves are.”

Steve watched packet after packet of sugar pour into Eddie’s, while he stirred a splash of half and half into his own cup. Eddie took a gulp, hissed at the heat, and clutched at the mug, eyes glued to the nicked surface of the table.

“I’m sorry.”

“For rotting your teeth out? That’s your choice, Munson.”

“No,” Eddie insisted, voice hoarse, “I’m sorry about the kids.”

Steve took a breath, took a sip, took another breath. “Look, man, that’s not on you. You play D&D with them, and you like all their nerdy shit. I was -- They grew up. We got through everything, all of that, we won, and they grew up. It’s not your fault that they like you more than they liked me. So, thanks, I guess, but--”

“Steve. No. They didn’t. They -- those kids did not suddenly grow up and decide they didn’t like you anymore. You are their favorite person anywhere, ever, you will be for the rest of eternity, and they don’t understand why no one will tell them how to reach you. They put on a really good show about being mad about it, but, come on, you know what they’re like. They want to apologize cause they know they hurt you, and they want to fix it, and just, you gotta let them try, Steve. You gotta let them talk to you. They miss you so fucking much.”

“Look, I know how they get, and I know how dramatic they are, but it’s still not your fault--”

“It is. Steve. It is my fault. That’s - That’s why you have to talk to them. Cause they didn’t grow up and get over you or decide they didn’t care about you. Those kids are crazy about you, and they never stopped, and they’re hurt right now cause they don’t understand why you left them, and you gotta fix it with them, please.”

Something pinged weird in his ear when he heard the way Munson’s voice cracked. Not just worry, not just helping, not just caring about the kids. Guilt. He was taking the blame for it, even though that didn’t make any sense. The kids were - brats, gremlins, terrors, the most stubborn people he’d ever met, and he knew Nancy Wheeler. If they wanted to be around him, they would be around him.

It wasn’t Eddie’s fault, or anyone’s fault. It hurt like hell, and Steve wished it wasn’t true, but this was just life. Kids grew up, their interests moved. Friendships changed and ended.

But that crack of guilt…

“How is it your fault and not theirs that they stopped wanting to ever see me?”

Eddie’s hands stopped shaking from the cold before he got the coffee.

His hands were shaking again.

Trembled in the time between Steve asking, and Eddie managing to respond.

“I, uh, I asked them to.”

----

Don't be too mad at him yet. He has a lot more to say.

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(Siffrin) [Loop] |Mal Du Pays| 42 days after the King’s defeat (Loop 2)

No. No no. Nononono no.noNO NO!!!!

You're awoken by your fighter pulling you from that nightmare. No… not a nightmare. The awful empty feeling in your stomach tells you everything. The fire, the fighter's burning-

You reach for the bin next to your bed and retch. You can feel the fighter rub your back. He hands you a glass of water after you finish your body's attempt to make an empty stomach even worse. You down it in one gulp. It crashes against empty walls and leaves you feeling even more pained.

“Another nightmare?”

“Yes. Just a bad dream.”

How many nights has this happened where it's become second nature for him to so casually comfort you. This is all your fault, you made it a habit for him to take care of you. Disgusting. Your own habit takes over as you wear a paper-mache smile and lie to the people you're supposed to love.

“Let's go back to bed. Everything is fine now that you’re here.”

“Sif… Nah, I'm gonna stay up. I'd only get a couple more hours if I did sleep. Either way I'm gonna need some coffee. So in the meantime…”

He takes your hand and cups it between his.

“...you can tell me what's wrong.”

Stars, you've already ruined everything. Stardust has to talk to him. They need to be the one to comfort him! You remember what they said and all the kindness and care they put into those words. You remember his talk with the housemaiden and the kid and you don't… you can't, be the one to say those things. Because they wouldn't be real. Because there's no way you can be real. Here. In this stupid blinding body stealing Stardust's time with him.

“... Nothing's wrong… Just another nightmare.”

It's nice having so many excuses now. Severe anxiety, depression, PTSD, chronic fatigue and severe craft fatigue. Those were all the things the healers found wrong with you. The things none of you could hide. And none of you ever plan to share the rest. No one needs to see how broken you really are~ But your excuse isn't convincing your fighter. He's busy studying your face.

“Sif… hey, look, this is going to sound weird… aw crab, how do I say this? Please don't take this the wrong way ok? Um…..

He's doing that cute pose he does while thinking. Arms crossed with his eyes closed and head tilted back. Occasionally opening one eye to make sure you hadn't somehow scurried off.

“...aw, forget it. We can talk about it later.”

“What, are you planning to confess to me again~”

He blushes and reminisces about the confession, but it turns sour as he bores into your expression. You don’t know what kind of face you're making anymore. There’s fear gripping and clawing into your heart. Tightening your fists until your knuckles turn darkless. The pain keeps you grounded as you try not to think about how much he’s scaring you.

“No. I should say what I'm thinking… Sif. Siffrin. Sifarooni. I love you. And I told you the same thing when we beat the king. It was wonderful to finally tell you, and I couldn’t have done it if you hadn't pushed me. But I’m still stuck waiting for your answer…. Man, I'm being a real jerk, but I could really use a hand here. It's getting harder to tell where our relationship stands. I love you Sif, like, romantically. Do you think you’ll be able to give me an answer soon? No pressure!!! But… aw crab I shouldn’t have brought it up. I’m sorry!”

You shouldn’t be here. This isn’t your conversation. How could you let your heart flutter for someone else's man?! But you are here. Listening to him and staring into his eyes. And now you have to say something. What would Stardust say? Can you even remember how to be Siffrin?

|...Be honest with him. It doesn’t matter if you mess it up. He’ll hate us eventually. We’re too broken to be loved.|

“...I do love you. But there's so little I remember in my life. I still don't know the difference between romantic or familial love. I… don’t think I'd be good for you. I'm rotten goods, Fighter. And I don't want to upset you.”

Besides, this isn't your Isa. You don't remember your real family, but you know this isn't them. Why couldn’t you go back? Anything would be better than being stuck here as… what? A trophy? A faded guide? Some paraded corpse?

|We can only end up hurting them.|

You take a deep breath and let your eye wander the room. The light snowfall outside. The dry warmth of the room. The fur rug of some animal you forgot the name of. The dawn light creeping in and illuminating your partner's perfect face. He's lost in thought, trying to find the right words to your admission. You do your best to drink in the atmosphere and remind yourself that you're no longer staring into that burning wreck. With a mangled pile of ash and flesh looking back at you.

|It will still happen in a few hours.|

You could do without the side commentary.

[Do you actually have anything worthwhile to say? I don't even understand what you are, or why Stardust thinks it's a good idea to keep you around.]

|...I’m here to protect him.|

[You’re doing a poor job. Stay out of this, sadness. Or would you rather I force you out.]

|...|

Good, it seems to have left. At least you think it did. You can't understand Stardust’s compassion for that creature.

Your attention rolls back to your fighter. Sitting in bed, desperately trying to find the right words. You look down at his hands. They're conflicted. Unsure of how close you're comfortable with. You've already ruined this loop. Maybe you're allowed to play pretend, just for a bit.

You take both of his hands into yours. Your thumbs rub against each crease and knuckle. Your eyes lock with his, as you silently convey those same words Stardust did on that day.

“You always know how to give me the confidence I need, Sif. It's another thing that I love about you…”

He takes a deep breath.

“Alright I get it. You still need more time. I don't want to push you into something you're not ready for. But please don’t call yourself rotten. You're as fresh as a newly baked croissant!”

You can't help but let out a small laugh at that. You're starting to feel fatigue set in and you let your body flop back into bed. One measly loop is already taking this much out of you, huh? How many did you go through again?

“Hey… can I ask you something else?”

There's more? You stare at him. Still holding onto one of his hands. Waiting for whatever question he's about to ask.

“Hoo man, look, don't take it the wrong way but… you're not acting like yourself Sif, like, at all. You feel like a different person.”

You force yourself to stay as calm as possible. Easy enough when you're too tired to do anything right now. What did you do wrong? No, of course it was obvious. You aren’t Stardust, you'll never be Stardust again. Any idea that you could pretend was foolish. But that's what you are aren't you? The fool? The cosmic joke? Might as well keep the charade going, because the alternative sounds excruciating.

“Haha, what? Who exactly do you think I am, Fighter? It's me, Siffrin~”

“Well, we could talk about how you didn't seem to recognize me last night; or how you keep calling me Fighter, it's a cute nickname but it's not your usual one; plus there's also all the little ways you used to act. I was waiting for you to stick your tongue out at me for calling you a croissant.”

“Figh- Isa, that's so-

“And how you wince every time I say your name, Sif.”

…

You want to loop back. But you can't muster the energy to do so. One loop and your fatigue keeps you bedridden. That’s not good. You don't think you could end your own life like Stardust… Look at you. You can't stop comparing yourself to them. You're rotten to the core~

You want to stay silent, but the fighter won't take his eyes off you. You doubt you could sleep while he watches you like this. Just say something. Anything.

“...I… I'm not Siffrin now…”

“You're not Sif?... Wait. Oh crab, are you trying to change? Become a different person like I did? Oh. Oh! Crab yeah! Oh! Wait! I am so sorry, I didn't mean to force you to say it if you weren't ready!”

This could be your out. Your ticket to remain unseen again. You're already used to looking away from him… but the words are already spilling from your lips. What are you doing?

“No, Fighter. I'm not Siffrin. I'm Loop. As in a completely different person Loop.

He stares at you, as if your face will jog his memory. “The star?… That Loop? Wait! HUH!?!? What are you doing in Sif's body?!?!”

“Tell the whole inn why don't you?... Stardust, Siffrin, is still here. Somewhere in this head. We're just sharing now.”

You watch him sit completely frozen in place, still processing what you said. It's cute~ It’s like when Stardust told him about their little kiss. He must have been so scared that his partner was gone forever. Lucky. He doesn't know how much it hurts.

…

You're talking too much. You shouldn't be telling him any of this. Did the universe put you here to be Siffrin's little secret spiller. You made him promise no more secrets but that was his job to open up, not yours!... But it's nice. You can spill your guts about everything with the knowledge that he'll forget it all in the end.

You poke his side and let yourself smile. “Do you enjoy staring at me that much?”

“Huh? Oh! Right! So… ok. I guess looking back, it does make a few things make sense. Were you the one I found last night?”

“No, that was someone different.”

“Do they have a name?”

Change the topic. “You're taking this awfully well? Your best friend is suddenly sharing their body with other people. And you find out you've been sharing a bed with strangers.”

“Huh?... OHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” He buries his face in his fists. “JFBHHDIJFBJDKBRHGFHIHD… Please tell me I didn't try flirting with you at any point. Wait no.. That whole love talk! I’M SORRY!”

You giggle. Tears roll down your cheeks “I don’t mind. I suppose I might have similar feelings to Stardust anyways. Maybe you’ll end up falling for me too?~”

You’re disgusting. But…

This is fun! You never thought about talking to them again. You assumed the closest you could get was playing your role as Siffrin. With a body and personality that now felt so foreign to you. Stuck inside a mind that sees you as nothing but the star to guide others to a better life. A life you could never call your own. But in this one beautiful snowy dawn, you finally have a moment you can call your own. So you let yourself have fun. You tease the poor man with jokes and quips. Always giving half truths to his questions. Artfully dodging the ones you could never answer. You don't feel like sharing your life story to this familiar stranger. But it's entertaining to watch him rattle off every guess to your previous appearance.

“Ok, but like, you never did answer my first question. Why are you in Sif's body? How does that even happen? Is it a star thing?”

“...I don't actually know. Stardust and I talked, I felt myself fading back into the arms of the universe, then I found myself in this brain.”

“That's it?”

“That's it.”

“and you're not going to tell me how you knew about Sif and the loops or who you are?”

“Not a chance~”

“I'll have to ask Sif then… When can I talk to Sif?”

You missed your cue and let your real emotions seep out onto your face.

“Oh, crab I. Sorry, was that rude to ask? It's just that-”

“I'm sure you'll see them tomorrow!”

“Alright… to be honest, I'm still in shock about this whole thing. I mean, at first I thought this was some sort of prank, but you don't act like Sif. Like at all. And as much as I don't want it to be true, it wouldn't be fair to deny you either. Sounds awful to be honest. Stuck inside the wrong body like that. Can't exactly change yourself without Sif getting upset about it.”

Somehow it hurts even more when he hits it dead on. You still have to smile anyway. “Any other burning questions, or are you going to keep staring me up and down? You might give me the wrong idea, Fighter.”

His blush is so cute. Is it the same shade as your Isa? Why can you remember Stardust's life so perfectly, yet you can't remember a single thing about your own. Just another gift the universe bestowed upon you to help you play your role. Your stomach twists at the thought.

He's about to say something, but you decide it's best not to hear it. You place a finger on top of his lips while you bat your eyes in the most over the top way you can muster.

“Better keep that answer to yourself, Fighter. We have so much time to get to know each other~ Give me a chance to grow on you first.” [Like a cancer]

You shouldn’t be here, you’re getting too comfortable. You need to investigate what happened in the first loop. You can’t let them know anything is wrong. You can’t stomach recounting what happened. Moving your body feels impossible, but you have to. Move. Move! Move!!!

“Sif!”

The fighter catches you as you roll off the bed and almost hit the floor. That was… probably the most embarrassing way you could have found out your legs aren't working. All it did was fill your body with adrenaline that it can’t use. Reassure him, before he suspects something.

“I’m fine, and I told you Fighter, and my name isn't Sif. You really don't believe me, do you?”

You meant to make the words sound playful as you flick his nose, but a little bit of your true feelings slip out, deflating them.

“I. Sorry. Loop. I'm sorry, it's... This is a lot to handle and- Wait, no, hold on! Why'd you roll off the bed!? Also are you ok?!”

“I wanted a drink. I'll be fine. I just need a few hours of rest and a glass of water. I'll be fine after that.”

You wish hope. The truth is that it's taking every spec of willpower and energy not to sound so tired. Stardust could only mumble when these bursts of fatigue hit. At least you can enjoy the superiority of being better than him in this regard.

Your fighter stands up. “Hang on, I'll go get you a glass.”

“No need.” Calls a tired and astute voice.

Your researcher stands in the open doorway, carrying a tray of cups. The smell of coffee hits you all at once. It smells delightful. You all trade pleasantries, greetings, and vague explanations. Something about it being too loud, wanting to check on you after you had another night terror. You didn't mean to zone out through it all, but you can only keep your focus held on one thing at a time right now, and the pungent scent of caffeine is all you can think about.

“Siffrin?” The researcher looks at you with curiosity from the other end of the bedside table. Your fighter sips a cup of coffee behind you, miserably failing to hide his indecision about revealing your identity.

“Sorry, could you repeat that?”

“I asked how you're feeling, Siffrin.”

“Oh, I’m fine. A bit tired, but that's nothing new. Say, you wouldn’t mind if I had a sip of your coffee would you? I could use some energy.”

“Not a chance. You know what the healer said. Caffeine is only going to make the problems worse, not better. And besides, when did you start enjoying coffee? I was under the impression you and boniface held the opinion of coffee tasting like dirt.”

She hands you a glass of water. Before you can even begin to force your arm to move, the fighter gingerly presses it to your lips. The glass feels unwashed, and you swallow some dirt or something. It still helps, even if it is too cold for your tastes.

“So, Siffrin, care to explain what happened last night?”

“Not particularly!”

The researcher stares at your fighter. He looks at you with those soft adorable eyes. You nod at him and close yours. Having to hear this whole talk again is the last thing you want to deal with. If there's one good thing about being trapped in this body, it's how automatic it feels to zone out for conversations. Speaking of this body, where has Stardust gone? They’re probably exhausted after what happened in the previous loop. They could have always relaxed next to you? Rather than running off to… wherever they go in this brain of yours. Perhaps if you focus. Imagine the space in your mind…

You’re shaken back to reality. “Si- Loop? Are you alright? Do you need some more water?”

“Hm, what? Oh. No, I'm alright.”

“Gems, you're worse at asking for things than Siffrin is.”

“So you believe me? Just like that?”

“I doubt Siffrin would attack me for any reason. And if I'm being completely honest. I was getting close to a similar theory. I recently finished reading a book on a medical condition close to what Isabeau described. So no, I don’t think your story is all that far fetched. But you will have to introduce yourself properly next time. No more making Isabeau explain everything.”

“That’s… Thank you, researcher.”

“...”

“How long have you three been aware of sharing a body?”

“About a month…”

“HUH????!!!!!!!!!!”

“A Month??!!!!!!!!”

You flinch. Looking away from them to hide your guilty face comes second nature to you.

The researcher sighs. What does she see when she looks at you? Something pitiable? It has to be.

“Right. I shouldn’t shout. My apologies. But really Si- Really?! an entire month? I thought Siffrin would be more open about trusting us with this sort of information. If you all keep secrets like this, what sort of trust do you expect us to have for you? It was already getting hard to trust Siffrin when we climbed the house. Now I find out he's hiding two others in our group… It’s not a very good first impression.”

“M’dame, maybe we should take it easy. Loop’s already been through a lot today. We should let them…” He looks at you.

You sigh. “They/them.”

“Thank you Loop. Anyways we should let them get some rest.”

“You’re right. But I still have a few questions I’d like to ask.”

“I’ll give you one for free~”

“How generous… You were the one I talked to back when Siffrin’s fever broke, weren’t you?”

“Is that your question for me?”

“Hah. No. Not quite. I wanted to ask how well you know us? The text I mentioned before; I had only skimmed it while my theory was starting to form. There was the mention of different voices being unable to share memories. Would you say that's accurate?”

“It's more like a one way door. I remember everything for Stardust, er, Siffrin. I don't exactly know why, but I do. But Stardust doesn't remember my side of things. You could try to remind them, they might have vague memories of the key points. But they'd lose the finer details.”

“And the third voice?”

“It keeps to itself. I don't trust it but Stardust seems to. Do with that information what you will.”

“Thank you, Loop”

Isabeau pokes your cheek. You glare at him.

“Sorry, it's just. Your cheeks get all dark when we call you Loop.”

“Must you point that out, Fighter? Ugh.”

The researcher chuckles. “It's a pleasure to meet you again, Loop. I look forward to getting to know you better, now that the world isn't ending. We'll try not to be too harsh on you for keeping this a secret. But you could stand to be a little more open with us. I promise you're in safe company.”

She places a hand on your shoulder. Stardust asked them for more physical contact. To help him finally get used to it, and make up for an entire year of little to no contact. You wish they'd ask if you were fine with it…

Is your vision getting dizzy? The fatigue must be getting worse. You feel like you're about to throw up.

“Siffr… Loop?”

The researcher's face is suddenly shaped by fear. She presses a finger to your lips and wipes something away. You taste copper on your tongue. You turn to the fighter, his hand is covering his mouth, blood trickling between his fingers. The two of them collapse onto the ground. You tumble on top of the fighter as you reach out for him. What is happening? Your mind is swimming. You're starting to sweat and heave. Isa grabs your body and pulls your arm to face him.

“Loop, are you ok?”

Even now he's still calling you Loop, still worried about you over himself. You smile at him. Stars you must look like a monster to smile while all of this is happening. Tears fall from your face. You can't help but laugh. You'll be going back. All of this was meaningless. He'll forget everything. He'll forget you. Your ruined game of pretend is over. You knew it was supposed to end like this. How blindingly foolish you are to think this would ever have a happy end.

You can hear Odile call out for help but her throat is too torn to let out anything but a gasp of air. You smell smoke coming from outside. The fire? But that's supposed to be hours from now? What did you do to speed it up?

There's a creak in the doorway. A person stands in front of you all. It's hard to tell their features with your vision blurring, but they move with such certainty that it feels like they could snap you in half with barely any effort. But that's not the most striking feature of him. Eyes that stare directly at you, like two sunken full moons with deep crescent eye bags. Long darkless hair, so pure that you could call it shining, and a waxy smile full of nothing but pure joy. They laugh to themself before lighting a match and tossing it onto the rug. You hear the fighter mumble something through a mouth of blood.

This is it. This is where your fantasy ends. How will you die? Fire and time, or poison and blood? Your fighter is screaming for you. There's a bright flash and loud noise as he holds you in his arms, comforting you.. and… you… you.

Feel

Tug

On your

Stomach.

Isabeau is sleeping next to you. You don't make a sound. You don't cry in fear. You don't feel anything. Siffrin and Loop tried their best. Now they can rest. Now, it's your turn to fix your mess.

[Loop gained their own memory of confession, They will never forget this]

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Sorry for doubling the chapter length this time around. IT WILL HAPPEN AGAIN.

See y'all in chapter 7 for even more blorbo torture!

-💗Mayday

#in stars and time #isat #isat spoilers #isat siffrin #isat loop #isat isabeau #isaloop #isat au #siffrin system au #In Stars and Systems #creative writing #fanfiction #fanfic #isat fanfic #plural writer #plural artist #cw: fire #cw: poison

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flonbowe · 7 months ago

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Yes I will still continue talking about Zokket despite a certain someone becoming common knowledge now thank you very much teehee Not attaching this onto my big analysis post tho, this is kinda unrelated But Zokket has an oddly interesting relationship with Bowser, and I wanna talk about that

So to get the obvious out of the way, Zokket remembers Bowser's name, he doesn't need to be reminded at all about him unlike the bros and even the Corps. Bowser is one of the only names Zokket bothers to remember, with the others being for involuntary and obvious reasons respectively, where as Bowser is of his own volition. Zokket only remembers those important to him, and or oney uses names when they have significance (EX: Him referring to the Corps by their proper names as he threatens them with Glohm, him putting the effort in to remember the Bros names as they finally become important before his boss fight) Now We don't see what Bowser is doing for most of Brothership, and when we finally meet him he's clearly been up to things, conquering Offandon, setting up shop on Wayaway, hunting for lost troops, there's clearly a side story we aren't seeing. Now, this part is baseless but it just makes sense. Zokket is an efficient person. He has precise numbers and plans in mind, and executes them with little to no error, even with us interfering. Hell, when we fight him he states the following

So With this in mind What was the Glohmatic Quad Ray for? Its never used again outside of one instance. Actually What are these for too?

These pincer cannons are only used in a cut scene and nothing more, never again seen. Well if the topic isn't obvious, its for Bowser. Bowser is the priority. For Zokket, Bowser through out 90% of brothership is the bigger priority between The Bros and him. Whatever Bowser has been doing off screen is so disruptive that Zokket has to focus a good chunk of resources onto stopping him. The Glohmatic Quad Ray in particular is a good glimpse at this, as for every Optional Boss we get a little scene between Zok Troops, and as they go on it becomes clear they were made to power up someone who was already strong, to become even stronger. These tests, Glohm Gobblick, Sharpcask and Pipegunk, were the precursors to Zokket's final goal of not just getting rid of Bowser. Now looping this all the way to why I described this as "baseless', why doesn't Zokket just, kill Bowser? He said himself he should have just destroyed the bros, was It just bluffing? Well I personally believe he did try, and failed, thus having to change his goals from "get rid of the thorn in my side" to "how can I direct this brute's wrath towards someone else as well as get rid of him?" Even without this slight leap from canon, Zokket clearly keeps Bowser in his mind And so does Bowser Bowser in the M&L series is a pretty simple guy (no disrespect, I fucking love Bowser in this series), he hates the bros, wants to rule the world yatayatayata. He will gladly put down whatever he's doing to try and beat the bros, this is consistent. What's also consistent in this series, is him carrying this same attitude towards other people who piss him off. So when Bowser, THE nemesis of the Mario Brothers, somewhat brushes them aside to get revenge on Zokket, you know shit's real. The only other time I can really remember Bowser having a similarly intense hate boner for someone was all the way back in Bowser's Inside Story

Which is honestly understandable from Bowser's perspective, this random bone masked guy is taking his minions, his son, HIM, and all while acting high and mighty and for some big dramatic goal? Bowser was ready to beat Midbus to a pulp on their first meeting just for talking funny, Zokket's dry manner of speaking for sure gets under Bowser's skin. Honestly there's a comparison to be made further with Fawful and Zokket in relation to Bowser, both are smarter more technological (and magically in some instances) gifted vs Bowser's raw brawn and bulky physique, both have shaky relationships with their goons vs Bowser's ride or die loyalty, both use Bowser's body for their schemes, and possible other connections. Apparently (I personally don't see It but I should mention it) Zokket and the Corps have a resemblance to Antasma, who also has an interesting deal with Bowser, so bonus points for that.

Not to mention Bowser still clinging onto Zokket when he's long gone, it paints such a fun dynamic that I wish was explored more than the crumbs that I have collected here. TL;DR: Bowser and Zokket fucking hate each other and yet also cannot stop thinking about each other and I demand the toxic yaoi now/hj

#mario and luigi #mario #mario and luigi rpg #mario & luigi series #mario and luigi brothership #mario & luigi: brothership #m&l brothership #brothership #bowsers inside story #fawful #zokket #zokket tag #can you tell I like Zokket?#Can you telllll brothership's been rotting my brain??

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ohkate · 4 months ago

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Hi Kate!

I so agree that so many scenes were cut short. And I’d also have loved more of the scene of them in the apartment. What would you have liked to have seen happen if the scene was longer? 💖

Hi there!

The writers spent too much time turning every difference of opinion between them into a fight or a mean-spirited joke. Time that could have been spent on seeing them actually happy. I hated that through so much of this season they would default to making Mickey the punchline, portraying him as some sort of clueless southside caricature (I mean, really - acting like he'd never seen people jogging before? Even if they didn't jog on the southside making him act like he'd never seen it was so obnoxious. I despised when they made Mickey appear dumb or Ian to appear to love Mickey less).

Anyway your ask had me thinking about this for a while today and it inspired me to write this little one-shot. Enjoy!

Property Values

Ian and Mickey lay side by side on the perfectly staged bed in the west side apartment, staring up at the high ceilings.

"I think we should do this," Ian replied, turning his head to look at Mickey.

Mickey's hand drifted over, rubbing slowly against the front of Ian's jeans. "Do what?" he asked with a suggestive smirk.

Ian managed a laugh but he made no move to stop Mickey's wandering hand. "Rent this place."

"Are you kidding?" Mickey shook his head, rolling onto his side to face Ian properly. "I thought we were just coming to check out the pool?" His fingers traced higher, toying with Ian's belt buckle.

“They aren’t gonna let us fuck in here Mick,” Ian said, a smirk forming despite himself.

"Hey they told us to take our time and get a feel for the place,” he reminded Ian, pulling his belt open. “I’m definitely getting a feel.”

Ian snickered. “We're supposed to be apartment hunting," Ian told him, but his voice had gotten weaker as Mickey's hand dipped beneath his underwear.

"And I'm huntin’," Mickey said, leaning in to nip at Ian's neck. "Think I caught something I like right here."

Ian's laugh turned into a groan as Mickey's teeth grazed that sensitive spot below his ear. "You're gonna get us arrested."

"Yeah, well," Mickey countered, pushing himself up to straddle Ian's hips. “That would suck. We don’t know the escape routes, we don’t know the bail bondsmen around here...” He grinned down at his husband, rocking slightly. "But I guess it’d be time well served. Besides, gotta make sure this bed is sturdy enough, right?"

"That mean we’re gonna take the place if it holds up?" Ian asked, his hands sliding up Mickey's thighs.

“Hell no. I don’t wanna live on the west side. Become one of these douchenozzles who carries a dog in a little bag everywhere they go. Seriously, I’ve seen like six people with little rat dogs in their bags since we got here. It’s like a fucking epidemic,” he said. “Dogs that small should come in a bun with some mustard.”

Ian snickered. He held onto Mickey’s hips, his fingers gripping on through his jean’s belt loops. “We aren’t like that. We’re never gonna be like that.”

Mickey paused, looking down at him as if realizing Ian was really serious.

“Yeah but this place is like that. And over time, slowly, like a virus, we would change. You’re already half-way there talking about fuckin’ tomatoes,” he said, grabbing Ian’s hands and pinning them back to the bed. “I grew up wanting to be king of the southside. Not married to some fag who wants to pay ten bucks for a cranberry ale nut beer made in some hipster’s basement. Before long we'll be wearin' bow ties and you’ll grow a man bun and we’ll talk about artisan breads. Suddenly we’re doing fucking yoga on the roof and talking to the new friends we made at our kombucha fermenting class about how we really believe in the healing power of crystals. We’d be those people who have polite, quiet sex. Then, in a moment of clarity, I’d have to do some kind of murder-suicide to put us both out of our fucking misery,” he said, resuming grinding himself on Ian’s lap to Ian’s uncontrollable growl. “No thanks. I prefer this.”

Ian mustered up all of his self-control and rolled Mickey over, pinning his arms hard to the bed the same way Mickey had done to him.

“We need to be on our own. Away from your family. And mine. Somewhere that’s just ours. This place is cheap and it’s nice. We’ll never be those people because we didn’t marry those people, Mick. I wouldn't let that happen to us. Neither would you. We aren’t gonna suddenly want to join the neighborhood watch. We'll always be us. Except now we'll have a heated pool,” he said, grinding against Mickey as he buried his face in his neck. “And we’ll NEVER have polite, quiet sex.”

“Sometimes we’re quiet...” Mickey sighed, already feeling his resistance crumbling as Ian's tongue traced his ear.

“Only when I put something in your mouth,” Ian said against Mickey's neck. He nipped at the skin there. “Or around your throat…”

Mickey moaned.

“Pleeeeaaase?” Ian whispered, making Mickey’s eyes flutter as he licked his way back over to Mickey’s mouth. “I’m not above using sex as a weapon,” he said, his tongue diving in before Mickey could answer.

Mickey pretended to think about it, even as his hands worked their way under Ian's hoodie. "Well, the view's not bad," he said, openly appreciating his husband above him. "And I guess we can mess this place up pretty quick. Make it feel like home..."

"Yeah?" Ian's face lit up with hope.

"Yeah," Mickey said softly, leaning up for another kiss. "But we're definitely testing this bed first."

Ian grinned against his lips. "For safety purposes."

"Exactly. Hurry up before that office chick comes back up," Mickey smirked, whipping his shirt back off and pulling at the zipper on Ian’s jeans.

“Wouldn’t wanna end up being in a bed that can’t take the abuse we’re gonna give it,” Ian said, yanking his hoodie off. “We’ll have to give it a good inspection.”

“And maybe the floors, too. And that couch. That shit looked real flimsy," Mickey said thoughtfully, as Ian leaned up to grip the top of his jeans and yank them down. "Might need to test every room for quality."

"Every room, huh?" Ian said, kissing back up his stomach, chest and to his neck again.

"Mhm. Bathroom's got heated floors. Could be fun," Mickey waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Ian caught Mickey's mouth in a heated kiss, swallowing his laugh. When they broke apart, both breathless, Ian couldn't help but smile. "So does this mean you like the place?"

"Fuck no. I’m gonna need a lot of convincing."

As it turned out, the bed passed inspection with flying colors. And if they had to test the bathroom's heated tiles next, well…

That was just being thorough.

#ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #gallavich #shameless #hope you enjoy my take on it!#ian x mickey #ask and ye shall receive #thanks for the ask!#i prefer our boys to be flirty #and if there needs to be conflict #it should be settled in sexy ways #and touchy ways #and kissy ways #ways that don't make either of them appear like idiots

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hanayori89 · 1 month ago

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🪶🪶 Truth March🪶🪶

The harshest critic you knew aside from Eagus would be yourself.

But studying your reflection in the river's edge, for the very first time, your inner critic was left mute.

After all, what was there to criticize when the image glaring back at you was nothing short of unalloyed perfection.

And that was because it was Hylia's love sonnet formed of human flesh, Zelda.

"I-I can't go through with this..." Zelda's silky voice drifted from your lips, forcing you to clamp your hands over your mouth. At that moment, you wanted nothing more than to put your hand down your throat and cut your vocal cords like you were snipping Zelda's harp strings.

Beside you, ripples that formed slits cut up the murky image of you in the nearby gully that trickled past your leather-adorned gladiator sandal-wearing feet. You never wore sandals. You hated having your feet out. Ghirahim looped an arm around your shoulder, a slick, all-knowing grin devouring his face. "Look at these reflections. Who is it the hero would choose?"

"He could choose Zelda for all I care." You backed away from the cursed image of your soul decorated with Zelda's skin and bones. You began to shake your head in protest before you declared. "I will not lay claim to his heart by deceitful means."

"Ungrateful!" He hissed, except it now came out in your voice. The realization of what was going to happen next caused your skin to pimple with trails of goosebumps. Your voice continued to speak through Ghirahim's lips. "I've given you a gift, and in return all I ask for is the revival of my master."

"Your master? That deranged turd hidden beneath the ground?"

"You insolent brat!" A sharp pain sliced into your lower abdomen, causing you to double over with labored breath. You looked up, seeing Ghirahim's hand squeezed into a fist so tight, his bony knuckles punctured the nylon of his white opera gloves.

"AH!"

"Now, here is how this is going to happen. We will return to that temple where the old hag and the lumpy, brainless boy are. You will say that you came down here in search of "Link." And I, being you, will say that I found you on my way back to the sealed ground. Any mention of me and my magic and—" a depraved laugh sounded from the back of his throat. "I swear on my master that the pain you are witnessing now you'll beg for."

His fist slowly began to unclench, and with it the pain subsided. You remained on your knees, cradling your gut as you rocked back and forth. You should have told Link the truth about the Skyview Temple.

Why did you always have to hide from him?

All of this was because you couldn't let him in. You had to keep him at arm's length. You had to be better.

When in actuality, Link had been right, this had nothing to do with being better.

Or right.

Because this being, Ghirahim, was an absolute monster. You watched as he snapped his fingers, transforming into a perfect clone of you.

Ghirahim, this creature, while he was slightly scary the first go-around, you had originally found him nothing more than comical. Surely evil would not parade around in gaudy makeup and a body stocking.

But make no mistake, the power you witnessed to mimic and manipulate with magic? It was petrifying.

And Link knew.

It left one question, one that you didn't want to know the answer to. If Ghirahim was this frightening, this omnipotent...

What did that mean for his master?

Ghirahim stood over you, preening his Y/N costume. "The things we do for love. You get to wear the costume of the goddess, and what do I get? The costume of a repellent sky child."

Out of all of the strange encounters so far, a ghost-talking girlfriend living in Link's sword was now as scary as a clown. The real award went to a demon playing masquerade with your flesh suit.

Fingers dug into your arm, lifting you off your feet and leaving the perfect shape of almond nailbeds imprinted on your skin. "We wait for the hero to return. Understood?"

You scoffed. "Zelda is on Skyloft. Link could be a lot of things, and I say this knowing him since childhood, but he is no twit. He will know this is tomfoolery."

But one look at Ghirahim's diabolical smile, which couldn't even be masked by the charade of your lips, told you his ploy went deeper than even you knew.

"Zelda... is on Skyloft... isn't she?" You asked in vain.

A handprint ghosted your back, and you were shoved forward. "March."

As you both approached the distant swirling plateaus of the Sealed Grounds, Ghirahim's fists remained lightly balled at his sides, a reminder of your place in his plan.

Your eyes fluttered toward the empty vessel of yourself beside you. It was funny; all the times you looked in the mirror, you never thought you looked that bad. Attractive, some days, even. But looking from the outside in, with the backdrop of woodsy shrubs and fluttering leaves, your eye color stood out in a mesmerizing shade of e/c. Your profile, from the arch of your nose to the way your lips slightly jutted out, was strong. Your frizzed and in need of TLC tresses, even, were quite lovely with the sun beaming down on them.

Is this what Link saw when he looked at you?

As you both approached the inlet to the temple, your footsteps scrunching in unison, you heard the sound of a familiar duo arguing back and forth.

Link?! Why hasn't he arrived back on Skyloft?!

From beside you, Ghirahim rallied you forward. "Hear that? It's the voice of a man who doesn't know he'll be dead soon".

A small twist of thin flesh on your side made you wince. The pinch hurt slightly more due to the fact Zelda's physique didn't possess a generous 5-10 lbs. more body fat, unlike some Skyloftian knights. "Ah, how the universe smiles upon the righteous and wicked."

"I just need to make sure she gets back here safely before departing for Skyloft." Link's tone was firm, bordering on explosive.

"Why? Need some more alone time with her? Got some things you'd like to finish, Linky?" Groose challenged.

"I did nothing of the sort!"

"But I bet you wish you had?"

Are they talking about me? Your cheeks grew slightly aflame; a wicked smirk from an approving Ghirahim hovered in your peripheral vision.

"It's showtime."

You felt another shove on your back, causing you to launch forward and into the viewpoint of Link, Groose, and Impa.

All three of their heads swiveled in your direction. Of course, Fi, overbearing envious spirit that she was, popped out of Link's sword.

"MASTER!!!!"

Even ancient pinecone Impa clamped a hand on a frail arthritic knee and rose, standing up to take a better gander.

A grand announcement in the form of Ghirahim pretending to be you echoed throughout the temple. "Look who I found! I was on my way back, and she—

"Z-Zelda..." Link's eyes didn't look your way, well, Ghirahim's way, once.

The feeling of your heart dropping to the ground was suddenly worse than whatever torturous, pain-inflicting magic Ghirahim had threatened you with.

All talk of you ceased, and in that moment between friends, it was all about a fallen goddess named Zelda. Link's wide eyes encompassed you with concern, while you, Ghirahim, floated in the background no more transparent than Fi.

Had Ghirahim been right? Did you know who the hero would choose?

Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to play along.

Edited: 5/28/25

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st1llm0nster · 10 months ago

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love to hate me

Situationship!jungwon x fem!reader

synopsis : “How you love to hate me”. You and Jungwon were in a situation ship for a while and well, you knew he was talking to other people the entire time. You were always his last choice, you honestly thought he hated you by that point. You were over it, over him, all he did was hate on you. He made sure you were always at your lowest but as soon as he got you there, he would sweet talk you, to keep you in his loop. You always ignored his red flags and It worked every time you went back to him, but you knew he wasn’t worth your love and you needed to get over him or fix your problems. You did just that.

wc : 4,118

warnings: fluff, pet names (darling, sweetheart, etc.), TOXIC Jungwon, swearing, Jungwon is just an ass, idk if I would call this angst but we'll go with it, Kim Chaewon and Kim Minjeong are slightly mentioned, sleeping on call

taglist (perm) : @hmusunoo @shypen @belovedhoon @lonelybutterflytae @vveebee (added vee the #1 Jungwon stan)

a/n : literally no one asked for this but I don't care 🤗

NOW PLAYING : love to hate me - blackpink

story below cut

You met Jungwon at college orientation, and since then you knew that you needed him in your life. He was beautiful and tall; he had the most perfect fluffy brown hair and the broadest shoulders. Anyone would've fallen for him too; I mean they did, it made sense why he had so many girls around him all the time. You wanted him to notice you, so of course you would try to get him to acknowledge you, and eventually, it worked. You even were able to get his phone number, something most of those girls hadn’t gotten.

You planned on texting him later that day until you received a message first: “We should meet up sometime, like the movies?”. You screamed upon the sight of that, he didn’t say it was a date, but you just assumed so, what guy asks a girl to hang out as friends? You made sure to look your best for that date even if it was a movie theater and it would be dark you still wanted him to like you.

You arrived at the movie theater early and waited for him. Waited. Waited. And waited for at least two hours, but he wasn’t there. You got a message on your phone, and it read “Sorry sweetheart I had to cancel; important things came up”. So, you left, you weren’t mad or anything just disappointed. It broke your heart a little bit especially when you had put in so much effort into everything, hoping it would be perfect.

That wasn’t the first time Jungwon had done that, but he always knew ways to cheer you up and keep you pining on him. He would gift you flowers at random parts of the day, slide your notes on your desk, randomly hug you then run away. All of that just so you would stay and keep wanting him. He needed the thrill of having as many girls as possible and if that meant canceling one date to be on another, he would do it, just so happens that the dates he would cancel would be yours.

Eventually, he did take you on that prolonged date; to a café, you guys sat down and got some coffee and pastries. It was fun, you loved his company, and he was nice to be around. Sure, he had broken your heart a few times but it’s not like he never made up for it. Jungwon knew the ways to keep you happy with him, he made sure that you never lost interest.

Of course, you hadn’t noticed these signs and if you did you chose to ignore them. You knew you needed to be the girl to last the longest, that’s how you would get the guy, right? To say the least, you went out with Jungwon a few more times, none of which he was on time for. You both still had fun on those dates even if he would be texting other girls while you two were hanging out. Again, you just needed to be there the longest and make him notice you the most.

It was one of your date days, and as you could’ve guessed he stood you up. At this point, it hurt more than you’d like to admit especially when you thought he was finally starting to like you the most, guess not. You ended up as his last choice over and over, he started standing you up more often and eventually stopped planning dates altogether. Yeah, it was better to not expect anything when there were no dates to look forward to but then again it made your heart hurt to see that he could be perfectly fine without you and just going on all these other dates.

Needless to say, you missed those dates you went on. He hadn’t called you to ask you out or anything. You were disappointed and to be honest you wanted to be in his presence. Jungwon had texted you stating “Hey, Y/N I know I missed out on a few dates of ours but I'm free this Friday if you want to go to the mall together?” “Let me know.”. Your jaw was on the floor in shock, you thought he hated you and ghosted you, but maybe not, maybe this was your chance to make it so he doesn’t keep doing this.

Surprise, surprise! He stood you up (again) and called you saying “Hey, darling I can’t make it, I'm so sorry let me make it up to you” you started saying “No, I'm done, it’s been countless of times that you've done this and quite literally I feel as though you hate me!” you paused “I wanted this to work Jungwon, but you clearly have other priorities, and it's not me.” “Sweetheart no,” “Don’t call me that Jungwon, I'm not your sweetheart, not after this” you stopped him. Jungwon sighs over the line “Okay, fine Y/N I'm sorry just let me make things right I like you, really” “No, no you don’t you never did, you just want your girl count to be the biggest in the uni” you state “I'm hanging up now, goodnight Jungwon I hope you had fun on your date” starting again as you hang up.

JUNGWON POV

“Fuck, I thought I totally had her too” I say as I start to text another girl. Yeah, sure I felt bad for Y/N, but it was all part of my game, I needed the most girls to stay pined on me for as long as possible. A lot of them were pretty yeah, but I couldn’t think about that right now all I needed was to break 10 months.

END ON JUNGWON POV

You had gotten a message from Jungwon asking to meet you at a nearby coffee shop to make up for everything and like the stupid girl you are, you agreed. You had arrived at the coffee shop ten minutes prior to your meetup time, and you had sat down at a corner booth. As you thought would happen you had waited for him just to no show. Being annoyed you had opened your phone up and checked Instagram just to see he had posted a story of him and another girl being close and they were obviously on a date.

Pissed off, you had started to walk out of the coffee shop running into nonother than Jungwon himself. “Y/N, I'm so, so sorry I didn't mean to be late or miss this date at all” Jungwon began as soon as he noticed it was you who bumped into him. Tears streaming down your eyes you had started to speak “Jungwon. You've done this time and time again, and I gave you multiple chances to redeem yourself but you always do this” you take a heavy breath, letting out the oxygen you held before “I can’t do this, us, we never work, and I'm just convinced you hate me!” “I’m done sucking up to you in hopes of you noticing me, I want to be the one who people suck up to.” you cry out.

Jungwon didn’t know what to do, yeah, he’s made girls cry just not like this. It was all new for him he had never made a girl cry to this extent, you quite literally were wailing in front of him. All he could think of was to hug you, so that’s what he did. You were completely and utterly shocked at him suddenly hugging you. It honestly felt great, just what you needed, someone embracing you whilst at your worst, let alone it be the man doing it all to you.

You hugged him back as you cried in his arms, not exactly the best impression to give the guy you like, but oh well. You had pulled away, the shock still showing on your face. “Hey, I'm sorry I won’t do it to you again, how about we meet up next week?” Jungwon asked you as if you hadn’t just cried your eyes out. “Uh” you began “I guess, as long as you actually show up this time” “and not late, I mean on time” you finished stating to him. Jungwon nodded saying “yeah, yeah of course I can do that”. “Okay, see you then Jungwon, goodnight”.

Sure, maybe you gave in a little too easy, but he was beginning to show emotions towards you, which would give you a perfect opportunity to swoop in and make him want you, only you. You had known that he was vulnerable as he wouldn’t have hugged you in that position otherwise.

You had hoped that Jungwon would make an appearance today, considering you were ambivalent about him. You wanted him to show up and you guys will get over your issues, but you never know if he will. But to your surprise, he did show up and well-dressed too. Him showing up was the little bit of hope you had left to fix your relationship (as if you had one in the first place), but as he walked up to you, he held out a bouquet of roses, which aren’t your favorite but it’s the thought that counts. “I brought these not as an apology but as a gift for you.” Jungwon stated to you.

You gratefully accepted his roses and guys had sat down at a corner booth. He had chosen the date to be at The Cheesecake Factory, it wasn’t an amazing choice but who are you to complain.

JUNGWON POV

I had brought her roses to prove that I care, or something like that. In reality this date was a bore, first I had to see her ugly cry in front of me and now I must sit through a full-length date with her, when I could be gaining more girls on my roster.

It was annoying I didn’t want to be here in the slightest but I don’t have much of a choice considering I'm trying to keep all these girls liking me. I had bought the most basic flower I could think of I mean who doesn’t like roses? I tried to pick a place that came across as “fancy” but was truly just mediocre.

JUNGWON POV END

You had been looking at the menu for a while trying to decide what you would want. You noticed Jungwon sipping on a beer out of the corner of your eye, you had thought it was weird that he would be drinking on a date but just ignored it as you didn’t think of it as wrong. He had waved over a waitress acting as if he owned the place. You had hurried to pick something since he never asked you if you were ready to order or anything. Jungwon started to order “Uhm, I'll get the chicken alfredo” he continued “Oh and she’ll just get the Caeser salad”.

You were surprised by him ordering for you but didn’t complain, even if he pulled the ‘she’ll get a salad’ move. It was a sweet move of him to want to order for you, almost as if he was already your boyfriend. It had made your heart beat a little just being in his presence for this long, all of your other dates were more like tiny hangouts lasting 45 minutes at the maximum.

Jungwon thought all of your dates were worthless or unnecessary, which is another reason he barely showed up for them. Your date today was extremely underwhelming but the worst part about it was what Jungwon had said to you after you had finished eating. “Hey, so uh I haven’t really been paid this week yet and those flowers were expensive, so do you think we could split the bill?” Jungwon asked you.

“Oh uh, yeah sure I guess we can” you spoke to him as you searched through your purse. “Thanks sweetheart, I appreciate it” Jungwon spoke out whilst winking at you. You had helped pay for the bill and then you guys headed out together. “Hey Y/N do you want me to drive you home?” he asked you as you walked out of the restaurant into the cold air. “Oh, I thought you didn’t have that much money, I wouldn’t want you to waste money on gas because of me, I can just walk” you said “Goodnight Jungwon” you ended with as you waved goodbye to him. “Oh, uh, okay goodnight darling” he said back to you before he entered his car.

Jungwon’s whole get all the girls he can within 10 months wasn’t going great, especially when he had to spend so much time and money on you. He didn’t just want a lot of girls; he wanted them to pine over him for all those months. He wanted to be a player; a heartbreaker, to get all those girls to fall in love with him then utterly reject them all in the end. The end of the 10 months would be when he would finally reject them and embarrass them all. He wanted to do it publicly as well and name off every single girl he played. He wanted them all to know how much he was two-timing and all the girls he could gain on his roster.

Jungwon had been the school loser at his past school and was known to get rejected by any girl he would ask out. He had tried so many times to get a girl to like him back, he would’ve been fine with any girl, but no shot, no girl ever wanted him. Rejection was the most present thing in his old uni, so he never got to see what a relationship was like. He knew that he didn’t want to be treated this way anymore, so he planned on transferring to a different uni; Decelis Academy.

He knew that he had to change some things about himself before he switched, so he did. Jungwon had started by fixing his appearance he had known that would be a key point for most girls. Then, he had taught himself the best flirting methods so that he would be able to grab the girl’s attention and hook her onto him. Finally, he had started a workout routine to make it so he had the ‘dream body’ that any girl would want. Yes, this did take a while but he knew that it wouldn’t be a quick fix so he had worked on it over the months until he finally decided it was time, time to switch to Decelis.

He was put into freshman orientation, not because he was a freshman but because he had just been transferred into Decelis. So yes, he did get to see all the freshman, also known as the “easiest target” according to him. I mean, he was right after all, they didn’t have all that much experience so they would look past all his wronging's. He truly was a walking red flag; his goal was to get every girl he could to like him after all. He wanted girls to feel the way he had felt yeah, they weren’t the same ones who had done that to him, but he just needed to make any girl feel bad, the way he did.

Jungwon had a top three favorite girls or also known as the girls that were the simplest or the ones who avoided the red flags #3. Kim Chaewon #2. Kim Minjeong and #1. The one and only Kim Y/N. He called them “The Three Kimketeers” it was fitting they all had the last name Kim, so it was just easier to call them that. He hated the way Y/N had put him in a vulnerable situation that day, all crying and shit. He hated that he related to her, the way she would be avoided but still hopeful, it reminded him of himself. He was hopeless back than too; he just wanted any chance he could’ve gotten even if it meant waiting forever.

You were awakened to a message buzzing your phone. You picked up your phone and read the time “3:02 am” your eyes scrolled down to see the notification was from Jungwon. You quickly opened your phone to see what he had said, all that was sent was “You up?”. As you were thinking of what to text back, he started to type again so you quickly sent a “Yeah”. He read it immediately, he was just typing after all. You threw your phone down onto your bed, scared of what he was going to say back. You slowly picked your phone back up; your heart was beating so fast, it felt like it was coming out of your chest.

Unexpecting of what was coming next you read his message saying, “Lets FaceTime hm?” he was typing again “want to see your pretty face”. So that’s what you did, you FaceTimed him. “Hey beautiful, I'm sorry it’s late you must me tired” he started with. “it’s fine I was awake anyway” you lie to him. Jungwon makes an O shape with his mouth “Ah, okay, okay that’s good I thought I woke you up” “yeah no you’re all good!” you reply.

You began to feel sleepy after talking to Jungwon for a bit, slowly you began to fall asleep on the call with Jungwon. You didn’t plan on sleeping on the phone with him it just happened. Jungwon’s voice was like a lullaby how could you not have fallen asleep. You loved that he talked you to sleep and even saw him in your dreams.

When you woke up, he was still on call but hung up right after he realized you were awake. A part of you was disappointed he hung up but you just went with whatever he did. You wished he would’ve stayed on call longer and told you good morning or asked you how you slept but he didn’t. But oh, how you wished he would fall asleep with you again whether it be on the call or in person, you just needed to sleep in his presence again. The top thing on your mind though was wanting to be able to cuddle him to sleep, lay in his arms and fall asleep. It would be a dream if it happened and all you had to do was dream and wish for it to happen; manifest him into your life permanently.

Jungwon had never blushed so much after just waking up. After he realized he had fallen asleep with you his mind went spiraling he wasn’t supposed to do that or to feel like this. You can’t make him feel like this, he wanted to break your heart, yet, you were healing his. Oh, how Jungwon wanted to actually make you his now, but he needed to stick to the plan. Unless you can completely convince him that is.

You were going to make sure that he would notice you and fall for you in the end. You wanted to be his main focus. If Jungwon could gain the attention of all those girls than the least you could do was gain the attention of one person; him. You weren’t incapable of gaining someone's attention I mean you’ve had a few boyfriends most of which wanted you first. You just needed Jungwon to reciprocate your feelings so you guys could be “happily ever after”. You wanted to be in his arms as his one and only, making sure that he only saw you.

You had called Jungwon that night praying for him to answer and well he did just that. After he picked up you made sure your camera was clear and showed yourself. You had styled your pajamas to make sure you didn't look like you were trying too hard. You were almost 100% sure that it worked because as soon as he saw you his eyes light up and his face turned red. This made you smile as you weren’t expecting something so simple to work on him, but you needed to take it a step further so you started to flirt with him. Not a lot but just enough to get him going, and from there you guys were talking all night and laughing nonstop.

Hearing his voice made you happy and you couldn’t stop giggling as he spoke to you. Sure, not the whole night was laughs since you talked about the deep topics too. Asking questions about his future and genuinely getting to know him. Learning his past hurt you a lot and you were surprised he was comfortable enough to even tell you. He had told you how everyone at his past school had turned him down and made him up to be undesirable.

Yet, you wondered if that was his past how is he so wanted and popular now? What changed? All of these questions in the back of your mind that you couldn’t bring yourself to ask. You wanted to know why he would ditch you all the time or why he always had dates lined up. Jungwon was a mystery to you; a blank canvas, and you needed to have the background to complete his painting. Jungwon had all of these amazing things about himself but hid all of the bad things and you needed to uncover them to truly overcome everything and gain him in the end.

Jungwon was flustered when he answered the call, he wasn’t expecting to see you so pretty to the point he regretted not seeing you completely before. He had known right after he answered that call that he needed you. Everything went downhill as you started to flirt with him making him nervous and timid, but he knew that he needed to be the one in charge. You guys talked for hours and it only made him fall more in love. You cared to learn about him and his past, he was thinking of telling you everything right there and giving up, but he didn’t. He knew if you did this anymore it would just make him act up, he would give up all of those girls for you if you only asked him to. But you hadn’t asked any questions on why he did that to you or why he was still doing it.

So, he knew that he needed to say it himself seeing that you won’t ask yourself. He would give the information in pieces until you finally ask him for it all; for all of him. Jungwon needed you to know but he wasn’t going to outright say it, he wanted you to work for it. Make it so you had to ask for him and all of his thoughts. Which is what he did, he began to tell you stuff in increments getting you to the point of asking.

You had been calling Jungwon every night over the week, falling asleep on call each time. He had slowly started to tell you things about himself, making you extremely curious about those questions now. You wanted so badly to know why he planned to have all of these girls, so, you decided to be brave and straightforward.

“Jungwon, why do you have all of those girls and dates?” you quickly asked before he could switch topics. “Hmmm, so you’re finally curious huh?” he states “Okay I'll tell you, only because you asked so nicely”. “I planned to break their hearts publicly making girls feel the way I did” he began “I wanted to humiliate them all, including you”. You were shocked “Oh, I didn’t know you felt that way about us all, extremely me”. “Mm, well that was before you struck my mind, I wasn’t planning on falling for you” “You fell for me!?!” you say cutting him off. “haha, yeah Y/N I wanted to complete my game but you made that impossible” Jungwon answers.

“I don’t want anyone else, and I’ll reject those girls lightly if you go out with me for real” he says offering. “Well, only because you will be nice to those poor girls, I was one of them after all” you state “yeah, yeah alright so is that a, yes?” Jungwon asks. “Yes, it’s a yes dummy! I'll go out with you I’ve wanted to for a while in case you haven’t noticed” you yell at him happily “of course I’ve noticed darling, I'll see you then good night” Jungwon says telling you to sleep. “Good night, Jungwon”

Yes, Kim Chaewon and Kim Minjeong were let down softly by Jungwon and got happily ever after's with other guys!!

a/n : I realize now that I kept switching up the story and whatnot but I gave up halfway so I hope this is at least decently good :(

Divider credits to @cafekitsune @ianrkives

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