#if I choose to talk to someone about a crush it's more likely

[poppitron360]

Okay so I might’ve mentioned that I’m writing a fic where the children of Percabeth, Solangelo, and Valgrace go on an epic quest to rescue their parents and the rest of the Seven from the clutches of evil and I’ve kinda been Hyperfixating on it for a while so here is the first character I would like to info-dump about.

Meet Finley Di Angelo-Solace!!!

He’s currently my favourite out of the Next-gen trio and definitely the one I have the most fun writing for. I genuinely love him sm.

Rant under the cut-

Fin is the son of Nico and Will, and was created using divine godly magic so is biologically both theirs (hey if Zeus can have a baby from his thigh this can happen)

His powers are a complex amalgamation of both of his parents: he can shadow-travel in sunlight, he can heal and talk to the dead and his main weapon is archery

He’s autistic

He has hypersensitive hearing (it could be an Apollo thing, it could be an Autism thing we don’t know. It’s probably both)

He prefers ranged combat partially because he is touch-averse and likes to keep his distance (also bc the other two characters both use melee weapons so I needed some variety)

I see your “Trans Will Solace” hc and I raise you- “Transmasc son of Solangelo who they love and support so so much”

He will INSIST on wearing a binder throughout the entire quest, rib cage be damned! (This will become a problem bc apparently you’re supposed to take breaks and you’re not supposed to do any physical exercise in them so running around chasing monsters is not gonna go well)

A big theme in the fic is gonna be “names have power- but the name you choose is so much more important than the name you were given”, a continuation of the theme from my Married Valgrace AU (which this is canon to) where Jason chooses to take Leo’s name instead of keeping the name of the mom that abandoned him. I feel like Finley would be a great character to symbolise this- someone who chose his own name.

His favourite colour is green/turquoise

Think of Nico’s scariest moment that you’ve read in canon or in a fic- where he is just a force of complete and utter darkness and death. Are you picturing it? Good. Now multiply that by ten. Now imagine someone tried to misgender his child.

The same can be applied to Will. No transphobe would dare mess with Solangelo’s boy.

He is childhood best friends with the two other main characters, Isabella and Olympia, and talks to them a lot but is kinda shy around everyone else.

He also has a major crush on Isabella- the daughter of Valgrace. I have so many cute hcs about those two y’all have no idea.

He is good with medicine and has a magic first-aid kit that acts a lot like Leo’s tool belt with replenishing supplies.

He loves Star Wars

While all the other characters’ POV chapters have regular PJO-style funny titles, all his chapter titles are TOA-esque haikus.

@demigod-shenanigans @twomanyfandomshelp @puzzled-pegasus @m-for-now @lavenderfairiez @ginnyluna @groverapologist @echo-stimmingrose @keefessketchbook @sleepyycapybara @123letsgobestie @fairytalesociology @four-leafed-queer-gal @child-of-helios @lokiwiiiiiii @yoshuko-ew @frayna-of-the-hollow @via-rant @hadeslegacyhephgirl @pjowasmy1stfandom @thetourturedwritersclub @inky-void @deciduowl @day-draws

[herbofgraceandpeace]

😅

[ourladyoftheflytrap]

Thinking about the gay Mormon kid I met in middle school and how all the other Mormons were convinced he was gay-faking and actually straight

[meraus]

Hate to be bring negativity but i wish everyone arguing about bucktommy vs buddie would go to twitter

[redstrewn]

In my batshit insane daydream delusions I imagined myself as MC leaving the Wick after being flustered from Leander's attentions to run up to Ais.

Thinking about his "you like Leander?" line and framing that in a more infatuated frame. Yet still running away from Leander and towards Ais.

I don't know if it's in character but I imagine him noticing me being distracted, flushed, and he maybe asking about it. Something along the lines of "You like him. So why are you running away?" (Why are you here, in front of me? When you're not really here. Your heart's somewhere else, clearly).

I say something like "I'd be insane to choose that guy."

I know Ais doesn't like to talk about shit, but for batshit delusion's sake I imagined him saying something like "Things like that aren't logical anyway." (I don't know how to get his speech down, just think of the general idea haha)

And my response would be "I've got a mind. There's more to me than just feelings."

And I imagine that reminds Ais of his fatal flaw of emotions ruling him with destructive consequences.

[greatgoddyke]

but i'm not supposed to scratch

[karmaisamess-x3]

An alloromantic just explained crushes to me + gave me dating advice and i’m like… no to all that?

[paetalks]

nanami kento, very serious looking guy working in the finance department, having a little crush for the new girl who just got hired by the creative team.

you didn’t even know him, not until the christmas dinner party at the office. you were fairly new, only been working there for four months. working for a big company had not always been your goal, but when you got offered the position freshly out of college you couldn’t say no. it was well paid, in the city center, and allowed you to put your degree to use - which was a big plus, since finding a good job lately seemed to be stressful for people with an art degree (or so you were told by basically everybody).

when you first saw him, your heart skipped a bit. he looked insanely good, with his white shirt hugging a toned chest and short blonde hair falling slightly on his forehead. he was talking with your creative project manager, big hands gesturing softly while speaking and a light smile on his face. it was the first time you ever laid eyes on this beautiful man, and as soon as you realized you were staring a bit too hard, he had already made eye contact. eyebrows slightly furrowed, his eyes met yours. before you even knew, you were walking up to him.

“hi” you said, breathily. you felt your hands sweat and damned yourself mentally for behaving like a girl seeing a cute boy for the first time. up close, you realized he must have been a little older. not too much but the confidence he exuded was clearly not the one of someone in his early twenties - nothing like a guy your age. your manager looked around, confused on why you were intruding in their conversation, and eventually asked “hi, y/n. did you need something?”

you blushed immediately, looking away from the beautiful man, realizing there was no good reason to justify your sudden intrusion. you just saw a good looking man and walked up to him as if nothing else was going on. “oh…” your mouth slightly open, your mind racing to find something appropriate to say.

“i think we have not been introduced yet.” his voice was deep and you felt it in your stomach, like music at a concert. your eyes darted up to the unknown man, nodding shyly. “right. my name is nanami kento, pleased to meet you.”

you felt your insides melt while shaking his big hand, mumbling your name and smiling softly. five seconds later, you pretended like someone was calling your name from somewhere where your other colleagues were and excused yourself, quickly leaving just like you did arriving.

watching you walk away, nanami let out a soft smile, hoping the man in front of him was not going to pay much mind to it. “oh, don’t worry about y/n. she’s young, and new. she’s still trying to find her way around here, you know?” your project manager laughed awkwardly, still wondering what was all that about. kento shrugged, watching you from afar. your cheeks were red and the grip on the glass you had in your hands looked incredibly stiff.

what neither you or your protect manager knew was that nanami kento did know who you were. he had noticed you, maybe on your first or second day, when you got lost and popped up in the finance department. your colorful sweater and laptop full of stickers looked very out of place and when one of his colleagues approached you, letting you know that maybe you had walked in the wrong office, you did turn another color from embarrassment and started profoundly apologize. he thought you were cute, and funny, but the more he got a glimpse of you in the hallways, the more he noticed you wherever he were.

the break room, the coffee shop in front of the office building, the elevator. he found you in every room, even if you didn’t even know he was there. it was like he couldn’t get enough of you, like looking at you from afar was something he had grown addicted to in such a short time.

he wouldn’t have called it a crush, but whenever he needed to print something he would carefully choose the printer on the same floor your office was on - hoping that, when walking by, your door would be open and that he could catch a glimpse of you. okay, maybe thinking back, there had been a few moments in which he felt very infatuated by the idea of you…

looking at you from across the room, while zoning out on the conversation he was in, and noticing how sometimes you would look back too, he told himself that yes, that was definitely a crush.

idk i love the dynamics of stoic boyfriend x artsy girlfriend. wtv??? i’m done .

[cheapshrimpysheep]

Under the Mistletoe 2

SUMMARY: You told your classmates about Christmas and the tradition of kissing under the mistletoe. But what if it's someone else helping you get a kiss from your crush? Or your crush trying to get a kiss from you? Or even prevent you from kissing someone else?

CHARACTERS: Scarabia (Kalim; Jamil); Pomefiore (Vil; Epel; Rook); Ignihyde (Idia + Ortho) & Diasomnia (Malleus; Silver; Sebek; Lilia)

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Kissing

WORD COUNT: An average of 390 words per character.

COMMENTS: As I believe some characters would be more direct and others would try to beat around the bush some have more words than others for this reason.

The Ignihyde part is the longest because it's Idia and Ortho together. With Ortho is platonic of course, he just gives you a present, Idia is the one under the mistletoe.

I hope you all enjoy and have a Merry Christmas. 🎁

Under the Mistletoe 1 - Heartslabyul (Riddle, Ace; Deuce; Cater; Trey); Savanaclaw (Leona; Jack; Ruggie) & Octavinelle (Azul; Jade; Floyd)

CONTEXT: As the end of the year approaches and the snow begins to fall, you comment to your schoolmates that it is reminding you of a holiday that exists in your world called Christmas. They get curious and ask you more about it, you talk about the gifts, the tree, getting the family together, etc.

Until Cater asks if there wouldn't be any romantic traditions on such a cute holiday, and the first thing that comes to your mind is the tradition of two people having to kiss if they both happen to be under a mistletoe or holly.

You even say that there are people who purposely place mistletoe in a strategic spot to attract the person they want to kiss and pretend it was an accident. A very popular Christmas romance troupe.

Cater was the one who told Kalim what you said about Christmas, and consequently about the mistletoe tradition. But that wasn't what he was thinking about the time he went to visit you at Ramshackle Dorm.

“HEY [Y/N]!” He greets you with his radiant smile. “Happy... um... what was the name of that holiday you told Cater about again?”

You say it's called Christmas and the greeting is ‘Merry Christmas’.

“Merry Christmas! Wait, I don't know if it's today... It isn’t? Then let me know when it is so I can wish you one, okay? Cater told me you felt a little homesick when you remembered that holiday and about the tradition of exchanging gifts. So I wanted to give you one to cheer you up.”

He hands you a present wrapped in shiny paper. You thank him and accept, but say you don't have a gift for him.

“Oh, don't worry about that. Seeing you smile is already the best gift you can give me.”

You open the gift, it's a turquoise cardigan with white jasmine flowers.

“It is of great quality and excellent for keeping you warm. That's what Jamil said. He helped me choose a gift for you and said the best one would be something that would help you during these cold days. Did you like it?”

You say that you did and show that by trying it right away.

“It looks so good on you! And makes you look even cuter than usual.” He smiles innocently.

You two hear a sound above you, look up, and see a ghost's hand holding a sprig of mistletoe above your heads.

“Mistletoe? Cater had mentioned something about this but I don't remember what it was about. It's another tradition of your holiday, isn't it? What does it mean?”

You tell him about the kiss under the mistletoe. He smiles widely and blushes a little.

“I don't mind kissing you at all! I mean... I would even like to. If you want to do it too of course.”

You confirm and you move closer to each other. You will be able to feel his smile during the kiss.

Ace was the one who told Jamil about the things you said about Christmas, at the last basketball club meeting before winter break. He took advantage of the first opportunity he had to go to Ramshackle Dorm while Kalim was at the Pop Music Club.

“Hello, [Y/N].” Jamil greets you when you open the door. “I heard about the holiday you have in your world this time of year and that you were feeling a little homesick. How are you today?”

You say you're fine, just homesick about some things.

“I see. Ace told me that one of your holiday traditions was exchanging gifts. Is that correct?” You confirm. “I'm glad, because I got one for you.” He takes his hands from behind his back and hands you a nicely wrapped present. “Don't worry about getting one for me. My only intention is to cheer you up a little.”

You look at him and raise an eyebrow, suspicious. He chuckles and then smirks

“Okay, maybe that's not really the only intention. But please open it and see if you like it.”

You thank him and open the present, it's a burgundy and black hoodie exactly like the one Jamil wears under his school uniform blazer. You look at him and he's smiling smugly.

“You already told me that you liked my hoodie, so I thought you might like to have one like it. This one is also very warm for days like these. So, what did you think?”

You say you like it, slightly flustered and even comment that it's possible that people think you're actually wearing his hoodie.

“Oh, you're right. That hadn't even occurred to me.” He says, still with a smirk on his face. “By the way, you should start thinking about pruning the plants outside your dorm, some are already growing here at the door.” He points up and you see a mistletoe growing from the wall, which you are almost certain is not naturally possible.

“Wasn't mistletoe part of another tradition of yours? I'm pretty sure Ace mentioned something about it.”

You tell him about the kiss under the mistletoe.

“Ah, yes, that was it. Well, if you want, I have no objection in participating in this tradition of yours.”

You show that you would also like to do it with him, you get closer to each other and he captures your lips.

Vil heard about what you said about Christmas from Rook, who had apparently been eavesdropping on your conversation. And obviously he being who he is would mention the mistletoe tradition. The day before he left to spend the winter break at home, he came to see you at Ramshackle Dorm.

“Good afternoon, [Y/N].” Vil greets you when you open the door. “I heard what you said about a holiday in your world that happens at this time of year. Now I understand why you seemed a little sad. Are you too homesick?”

You say you're fine, just homesick about some things.

“Perhaps if you fulfilled some of your traditions it will help make you feel better?” Vil suggests. “Rook told me about your tradition of kissing under the mistletoe. Is that correct?” You confirm. “In that case, I have a proposal for you, sweet potato.” He smirks. “If you manage to find a sprig of mistletoe and make us both meet under it, I will allow you to fulfill your tradition with a kiss of mine. Be aware that to receive any kiss from me you have to prove yourself, especially one on the lips. Show me how much you want one before I leave for home and I shall reward you with it.” He winks at you and leaves.

You still spend a lot of time looking for a mistletoe tree until you discover that there is one in the Botanical Garden. But it was only on the next day that you managed to run over there and pick a sprig of mistletoe with or without permission and then run to try to find Vil at Pomefiore.

You ask where Vil is and one of the students tells you he was in his room. You go over there, place the sprig of mistletoe on top of the door frame and knock. Vil is surprised to see you and smiles.

“Hello sweet potato. I was just about to leave to go home. Don't tell me you've given up on our little game?”

You smile and point up so he can see the sprig of mistletoe stuck to the door frame of his room. He looks at you angrily.

“And you still dare to defile the aesthetics of our dormitory, especially right outside my bedroom door?!” But then laughs heartily. “Ha ha ha, How daring! Or should I say cheeky? I see you're smiling. Did this little challenge cheer you up?”

Now you realize that entertaining you a little to cheer you up was his real plan.

“Well, you managed to complete the challenge. It's only fair that I reward you.” He holds your chin and kisses you masterfully.

Epel wasn't with you when you told the others about Christmas, but he asked Ace and Deuce if you were okay because he had been seeing you looking a little down. That's when they told him about your holiday, but they didn't mention the mistletoe tradition. The day before he left to spend the winter break at home, he came to see you at Ramshackle Dorm.

“Hi [Y/N].” Epel greets you with a cute smile. “I heard you were feeling a little down because you were homesick. Ace and Deuce told me about a holiday you have in your world at this time of year and that exchanging gifts is one of the traditions. Is it true?” You confirm and his smile becomes even more enthusiastic. “Heh heh. In that case, I've got you one.” He takes his hands from behind his back and hands you a present.

You thank him and accept the gift but say you don't have any for him.

“Don't worry about that. I just wanted to cheer you up, you don't have to give me anything. Go on, open it! I'm sure you'll love it.”

You open the present, it's a lavender knitted poncho with an apple pattern.

“I have to admit something.” He tells you a little embarrassed. “The truth is that this poncho was mine, it was made by my Meemaw. Since it is winter I wanted to give you something from Harveston, but there was no time to ask my family to send something. So I decided to give you something of my own. I’m sure that Meemaw would be happy to know that if I gave this poncho to anyone it was to you. Don't worry, I have many more. Do you like it?”

You say you like it and he says he's glad. Then the two of you hear a sound above you, look up, and see a ghost's hand holding a sprig of mistletoe. Epel asks you if you know why they are doing that and you tell him about the tradition of the kiss under the mistletoe. He immediately blushes!

“K-K-KISS?! Why are they doing this to us then?” He sees you getting slightly flustered. “Wait... you...” He takes a deep breath to gain confidence. “If you want to follow your tradition, I... I don't mind.”

You move closer to him and close your eyes. It takes him a moment to gain enough courage to kiss you.

Rook overheard your conversation with Ace, Deuce and others, and he was immediately smitten by such a heartwarming holiday. And even more interested he became when you told Cater about the tradition of kissing under the mistletoe. A delightful opportunity! That same day he knocks on the door of Ramshackle Dorm.

“Bonjour, Trickster!” Rook greets you at the height of his good mood. “It came to my ears that you were feeling homesick due to a holiday that you have in your world at this time of year that we don't have in Twisted Wonderland. I heard about some of the traditions you talked about and I thought it was merveilleux! I am eager to know more about this Christmas holiday. Would you be so kind as to grant me a conversation on the subject?”

You say you don't mind or even that you'd love to and invite him in. The two of you talk for so long that you end up telling him practically everything you know about Christmas. So much so that it's only when Rook sees the sun setting that he realizes how much time has passed and apologizes for stealing so much of your time.

“What if I made you dinner? I feel it is the least I can do for the time you have so generously given me.”

You both go to the kitchen because you either insist on helping him prepare dinner or you want to supervise him. What you don't see is the hand of one of the ghosts appearing with a sprig of mistletoe from the ceiling and Rook taking it from his hands.

“A poisonous plant is not something advisable in a kitchen, don't you think Trickster?” You turn around and see the mistletoe in his hands. “However...” He walks towards you, getting very close and looking at you with his hunter's gaze as he raises the sprig above both of your heads. “This is an excellent opportunity for you to show me in practice what your mistletoe tradition is like.”

He won't kiss you, he wants you to do it. He loves it when you're cheeky enough to take the initiative. But once you do, be prepared for him to show you how much he likes you.

Ortho overheard your conversation and showed up halfway through to join in and find out more. He was the one who told his big brother who seemed to dislike such a holiday. Boring, too lovey-dovey, an excuse for family members who can't stand each other to get together once a year to pretend they care, were some of the ways he described his conclusion about this holiday.

Idia wondered why you would miss a holiday like that and Ortho said that maybe you missed having loved ones around, or maybe you're sad that you can't share that heartwarming spirit with anyone. Spending a date where you can celebrate good feelings with the ones you love is a little sad to spend alone. Especially if you have people there that you would like to spend it with.

Idia had mixed feelings about Ortho's hypotheses and asked if he really thought there was anyone at that school or in Twisted Wonderland that you would like to spend this holiday with.

“You'll never know if you don't ask. He he.” Was Ortho's response.

Ortho knew that his big brother and you liked each other, he could read your vital signs when you were near each other or talking about each other, but he also knew that it was easier to convince you to go to Ignihyde than Idia to go to Ramshackle Dorm.

Ortho asked if you could go to Ignihyde to help him with something before he and Idia go home for the winter break. Grim didn't want to go because he didn't want to run the risk of Idia wanting to pet him and treat him like a cat.

When you arrive you ask Ortho what he needs from you.

“Actually, I'm sorry I lied to you. I don't need help with anything. I just wanted to surprise you. I've been thinking about what you said about Christmas and how you've been feeling a little down, so I decided to follow one of your traditions to try to cheer you up a little. Please check out that mobile game you love.”

You pick up your phone, open the game and see that there is something in your Gift Box. It is a key that guarantees you an SSR card. You ask if that was him and how he did that. He gives you a mischievous look and says you don't need to worry about it, he has his tricks.

“I wanted to give you a present, you know because of your tradition of exchanging gifts. Did you like it?”

You say you loved it, but you don't have any gifts for him.

“Don't worry about it, this was nothing. But if you want to do something as a gift back maybe you can help me with my big brother if you don't mind?”

He tells you that he also wants to surprise Idia and that all you have to do is convince him to open his bedroom door. Discussing with Ortho he has an idea: "I know! Why don't you tell him you have some Christmas sweets for him to try? He loves sweets!”

The two of you put this plan into action. It takes a while before Idia decides to open the door to see if you are telling the truth or not. The two of you are the only people he doesn't mind opening the bedroom door to see face to face. He sees that you don't have any sweets and Ortho admits that it was his idea to trick him.

“I don't know why I still have glimmers of hope IRL” He says, unbothered.

Ortho laughs and flies over your and Idia's heads and holds a sprig of mistletoe between the two of you. When he reminds Idia what he told him about that tradition of yours, the tips of his hair turn pink and he starts to stutter. You need to be the first one to reveal that you would like to fulfill that tradition with him.

“W-with me? Listen, you don't need to lower your standards that much just because you pity me.”

You stamp your foot saying that it have nothing to do with it and for him to stop with that self-depressing talk.

“Well, then you do it.” He smirks. “If you really want it, go ahead. Look, I'll even lower myself to be on your level. As if you were that-”

You shut him up with the kiss, and eventually he pulls you into his room and closes the door leaving his little brother in the hallway.

Lilia was the one who told Malleus, after Cater told him, what you said about Christmas. The conversation focused more on the exchange of gifts, but Lilia made a point of mentioning the tradition of kissing under the mistletoe. The day before he left to spend the winter break at home, he came to see you at Ramshackle Dorm.

“Good afternoon, Child of Man.” Malleus greets you with a smile when you open the door. “How are you feeling today?”

You say you're fine and ask why he's asking that.

“I heard you were feeling homesick due to a holiday of yours that isn't celebrated here in Twisted Wonderland. What was it named?” You answer. “Ah yes, Christmas. Lilia told me that one of your traditions was exchanging gifts, so I brought you one.” He makes a gift appear wrapped in fancy looking paper and hands it to you.

You thank him, but say you don't have any for him because you didn't know he was going to give you a present.

“Worry not. I am aware that this gesture of mine is quite sudden. You needn't to give me a present in return, seeing you smiling after these days of feeling down will be a good enough gift.”

You open the present, it's a black hooded jacket. He asks you to try it on and when you do, you discover that on the hood there are two horns just like his. He smiles fondly.

“Lilia would be deeply envious of your cuteness right now.” Malleus comments.

“Indeed, but I will allow my crown to be taken from me this time.” Lilia appears, upside down and above the two of you.

“Lilia? What are you doing here? I thought you were packing your things so we could leave tomorrow.”

“Oh, worry not, Malleus. I have plenty of time for that. But for this...”

He smiles mischievously and stretches out his arm as he holds a sprig of mistletoe over both of your heads. He even reminds Malleus of what he said about that tradition of yours.

“Oh, I see. A kiss from me?” He smirks at you. “Practically everyone is afraid to even come near me. [Y/N], would you be brave enough to have this tradition of your be fulfilled by me?”

You step forward and show him how much you would love that. He laughs heartily. He leans in, you close your eyes, but then you feel him pull you with him into the house and close the door.

“Forgive my rudeness but I would prefer to do this with a little more privacy.” And finally he kisses you as if he had wanted to do it for a long time.

Lilia was the one who told Silver, after Cater told him, what you said about Christmas, especially about the tradition of exchanging gifts. The day before he left to spend the winter break at home, he came to see you at Ramshackle Dorm.

“Good afternoon, [Y/N].” Silver greets you with his usual neutral expression. “How are you?”

You say you're fine and ask why he's asking.

“I heard you were feeling a little down for being homesick. I think you mentioned a holiday in your world that takes place at this time of year. What was it named?” You answer. “Christmas. Is it true that one of the Christmas traditions is exchanging gifts?” You confirm. “I'm glad I didn't misheard it, then. Here, I brought you a present.”

He takes a cute little box out of his pocket and hands it to you. You thank him, but say you don't have any gifts for him.

“You don't have to worry about that. I'm not offering you this gift to get one in return. I just hope that trying to recreate a tradition of yours can bring you a little joy.” He gives you that rare smile of his.

You open the present, Inside the box is a small square of black styrofoam that holds a silver ring.

“Sorry for not being much.”

You say he doesn't have to apologize because it was a beautiful ring. You put it on and it fits perfectly on your finger. Suddenly, you both hear a chirping above you, look up and see a little bird holding a sprig of mistletoe above your heads.

“Mistletoe. Sorry, wasn't there another tradition of yours that involved mistletoe?”

You tell him about the kiss under the mistletoe. He widens his eyes and raises his eyebrows.

“Oh, I see. Um... If you want, I don't mind fulfilling this tradition with you.” He smiles. “In fact, I would be honored to do so if you allow me.”

You take a step forward showing that you want him to do it too and he kisses you gently.

Lilia was the one who told Sebek, after Cater told him, what you said about Christmas. But Sebek didn't seem very interested in the subject until Lilia tells him about the mistletoe tradition, however he tells Sebek that you are obliged to kiss the other person. This not only arouses his interest but also his indignation and revolt.

The day before he left to spend the winter break at home, he goes to Ramshackle Dorm first thing in the morning.

“HUMAN!” Sebek startles you when you open the door. “I heard about your mistletoe tradition. You must be alert so as not to come across a sprig of such or a tree. I have taken the liberty of examining every paths you may go through and ensuring that you are free of this plant.” He has a smug and proud smile on.

You ask what he's talking about, confused and maybe even still a little sleepy.

“Lillia-sama told me all about the holiday you have in your world this time of year and the tradition of you being forced to kiss any subject you meet under a mistletoe. I am helping you to avoid such unconsenting tradition. You can start thanking me now.”

You tell him that the tradition of two people kissing each other under the mistletoe is true, but that it is not mandatory. It’s just something to be fun for both people, so the person can refuse to do it if they feel uncomfortable.

He asks if you are implying that Lilia deceived him on purpose. You think that maybe that is exactly what happened, but decide to say that maybe Lilia misunderstood or that whoever told him gave him the wrong information.

“Of course! Some humans are not even capable of transmitting non-erroneous information.”

“And now that we've got that sorted...” You both hear a familiar voice above you, look up and see Lilia floating while holding a sprig of mistletoe above your heads. “Why don't you two try fulfilling this tradition? Like [Y/N] said, it's just a little fun thing. Kee hee.”

Sebek blushes immediately! “I... ugh... Human!” He recomposes himself. “If that is what you wish, I have no objection to carrying out your tradition.” He is still blushing.

You approach him and show that you don't object either, in fact, you would even like him to be the one to help you fulfill that tradition. Lilia leaves the sprig of mistletoe hanging over the door frame and disappears to give you more privacy. He needs a moment to prepare, but once he does he goes all in.

Cater was the one who told Lilia what you said about Christmas. Especially the tradition of kissing under the mistletoe. The day before he left to spend the winter break at home, he came to see you at Ramshackle Dorm.

“Good afternoon [Y/N].” Lilia greets you with a sweet smile when you open the door. “Cater told me you were feeling a little sad for being homesick. I came to see how you were.”

You say you're fine and that your homesickness is because of a holiday that exists in your world.

“Oh, yes, he told me a lot about it. He said one of your traditions is exchanging gifts, so I brought you one.” He makes a present appear and gives it to you. “Don't worry about giving me one back. I know this gesture is very last minute. If this can cheer you up a little then that would be a great gift.”

You thank him and open the present, It is a matching set of pink gloves, scarf and hat with black bats pattern. He asks if you liked it and you say yes while trying on the scarf.

“Aw, you look so cute with it. I'm almost jealous. Oh, by the way, didn't another tradition of yours involve mistletoe?”

You confirm and tell him about the kiss under the mistletoe. You ask why he suddenly remembered that. He points up with a sly smile, you look and see a sprig of mistletoe floating above your heads.

“I hope it's not against the rules to be a plastic one. I wanted to keep it as a souvenir of this day. Is it okay?”

You say there is no problem, it is still valid.

“In that case, what if you make this your gift to me? I would love to share this traditional moment with you. Nothing would make me happier than learning more about your culture first hand.”

You get closer to each other and he kisses you sweetly.

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

[comicaurora]

So uhh. If you feel like talking about it. As someone who lives in the US, how are you being kind to yourself on this upsetting morning <3

Checked in with my loved ones first and foremost.

It's interesting. The vibe I've been getting from my circle is very different from 2016. Much less… dread and horror at a realignment of the understanding of what can and can't happen here, now, in this place and day and age. More "fuck, guys. again? whatever. enjoy your consequences, maybe you'll manage to learn something this time."

Frustration and anger is not the most positive feeling, or even the most fair one to express, but it is a protective one. It hurts a lot less than most alternatives.

And it's quite a shift. It was earthshattering back then. How could this have been allowed to happen? Why couldn't it be stopped? Why couldn't we stop it? Why couldn't I stop it? Why couldn't everyone see what this meant? Why couldn't I make them understand? Did they really not care? What did that mean about humanity as a whole? Were we so thoughtless? How could anyone be trusted?

It seems… much less earthshattering to see it happen twice. Disappointing, sure. Frustrating. But nowhere near as devastating as the first time I saw it unfold. We already knew it could happen. I've already had time to digest the implications. Now I'm just freshly disappointed.

It also feels less indicative of Crushing Truths Of Reality this time. We've seen shit get bad. We've also seen shit get better from here! We know both outcomes are possible, even inevitable. We know hoping for a better future is always worthwhile. This isn't the apocalypse. It's an unremarkably bad turn of events brought on by unremarkably self-centered well-documented human impulses. It's utterly mundane in its unpleasantness. It doesn't need to be dignified with despair.

A democratic election, no matter the outcome or the side we're on, makes us all acutely aware of how outnumbered we are by people whose worldviews and priorities are demonstrably incomprehensible to us. And the first time you get outnumbered, it's a shock. Defeat is haunting. It didn't matter how badly you wanted it; by the very function of democracy, you do not have the power to override greater numbers. (insert electoral college caveat here)

The second time through, I find myself focusing on a different facet that has dramatically reduced the amount of spiralling I'm doing. I don't expect this to work for everyone, but for me specifically, it helped to crystallize a few thoughts:

You don't have the power to control anyone else. You don't. You can't share your worldview and your revelations with them. You can't make them think or understand anything. You can lay it all out for them, but you can't make them listen, and you can't make it click. A mentor can't make their student learn a lesson; that's why teaching is so complicated and hard. An active choice must be made by the person to enable themselves to understand, and they must put the pieces together in their own mind before it makes sense to them, and the pieces must have been presented in a way that makes sense to them in the first place. Lead a horse to water, can't make them drink.

These elections highlight a disconnect in what different groups of people care about; and no matter how clearly you explain yourself or how passionately you perform, caring cannot be forced on someone. Understanding and connection cannot be forced. You cannot make anything or anyone matter to someone. They have to choose to see how it matters in order to internalize it. If they choose not to, that is not your failing. You couldn't have made them do it by just Explaining Better. They are not your responsibility. They make their own choices. You can't reach inside their head and connect the dots for them.

I'm a storyteller. I make stories and put them out into the world. I hope people get something good out of them, but I have no control over what that something is. I want people to be thoughtful and kind and compassionate and hopeful and see themselves reflected in stranges, no matter their differences. I can craft stories that I hope encourage this. But that is the extent of my ability and the extent of my responsibility. I control no-one's actions but my own, and so while I am not having the best day, I am at least content that I am doing what I can, and I am not shattering myself against impossibilities trying to control the things I can't.

Sometimes, people make decisions that I think are really bad. I can't make that not happen. All I can do is try to make decisions that will result in things I think are good. Today, that means checking in on people, and not assigning too much dramatic narrative weight to an ultimately mundane set of unremarkable bad decisions outside of my control. We'll take life as it comes and help each other out when and how we can. Everything else is out of our hands.

[neverendingford]

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[kikidoul]

── FALLING FOR THE PLAYBOY.

໒꒰ྀི ^ ⸝⸝ ^ ꒱ྀིა박성훈 x fem! reader content roommates to lovers non-idol au college/university au ᥫ᭡ warning not proofread explicit sexual content unprotected sex (stay safe!) petnames used kissing mean!dom sunghoon (i tried my best) choking fingering pussy eating degrading kink brief possessive sunghoon (if you squint) corruption kink(?) . . .!? 4030— mlist. | req

note. this has NO business taking me this long to write. i had to rewrite the start like multiple times before i was satisfied with it. and i might have gotten out of hand when writing this, whoops...sorry if the ending is shit... taglist. @tfwbluu

You gritted your teeth, clutching onto your pen with a vice-like grip that you nearly snapped it into half. You were working on your project when your roommate thought it was a great idea to bring someone over. Unfortunately for your poor ears, the walls separating your rooms weren’t thick at all. This means you were able to hear every single noise and sound coming from the other room, much to your utter horror and annoyance. 

Sighing, you grabbed your headphones and wore them, increasing your music until you couldn’t hear them anymore. Once you were satisfied with the volume, you resumed working on your project. This was the norm for you and as much as you hate it, there wasn’t anything you can do about it. You couldn’t afford to pay the rent of an apartment if you chose to live by yourself, which was why you ended up choosing this small hostel that wasn’t far from your college. 

You knew you would be staying with someone but you didn’t really care, as you assumed that both of you will live your respective lives. But how wrong you were when you first met your roommate—Park Sunghoon. Being one of the popular guys on campus, it’s common to see girls going heart eyes, whipping out their phones as they giggled and squealed amongst themselves whenever he walked past them. You have heard about him and whether you liked it or not, he was everywhere you go. 

You would scrunch your nose in disgust whenever you hear girls talking about the “best sex experience” they had with him. Of course you knew about it, considering how you lived under the same roof as him. Sure, you admit Sunghoon is attractive, easy on the eyes and perhaps you have a tiny crush on him but that’s it. Nothing more and nothing less. As much as you tried to convince yourself, you were facing a losing battle. 

I need a break… 

You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you stretched your arms above your head, groaning. One glance spared in the clock’s direction tells you it was close to six in the evening. As if sensing this, your stomach growled out loud and you knew it was time for dinner. You grabbed your phone, still wearing your headphones and stepped out of the room. 

“What the—Seriously!?” You exclaimed, slapping a hand over your eyes when you stumbled upon a horrifying sight. You immediately whirled around to face the wall and your hand was still covering your eyes. 

“What the fuck? You didn’t tell me you have a girlfriend!” Your ears registered an angered female voice, followed by the sound of her frantically grabbing and (you hope) wearing her clothes. You wanted to reply but you held back, not wanting to create a huge mess than it already is. 

“What? She’s not my girlfriend, she’s my roommate,” Sunghoon scoffed, sounding both bemused and disgusted at the thought of having you as his girlfriend. You hated how your heart sank at his words.

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter. I’m leaving,” the same voice from before spoke up. You heard what sounded like retreating footsteps followed by the door closing and then, it was silent. 

“You can turn around now, unless you wish to keep staring at the wall forever,” your roommate deadpanned. 

“...Are you wearing clothes?” You asked, turning around but you refused to drop your hand. 

Sunghoon sighed, heading to the kitchen to pour a glass of water for himself. “Yes, don’t worry. But if you wanted to see me naked, you could’ve said so.” 

“No, you idiot! I don’t want to see your dick!” You exclaimed, finally dropping your hand. You heaved a sigh of relief when he was fully clothed, removing your headphones to leave it hanging by your neck as you followed him to the kitchen. 

“You’re acting like you’re a virgin. What? Have you not seen a dick before?” He teased, sipping his water while his eyes remained on you. 

You ignored his piercing gaze, choosing to busy yourself in grabbing a pot and a packet of instant noodles. “Of course I have. But unlike you, I don’t go around fucking everyone or anyone.” 

Sunghoon hummed, observing your movement with an unreadable expression. None of you said another word, the kitchen filled with the sound of you filling the pot with water. You placed it on the stove, ready to turn it on when he stopped you. 

“Then, do you want to fuck?” 

Silence. 

“What?” You turned, openly gaping at him. 

“What?” He owlishly blinked.

It was as if he had asked something casual when it wasn’t. To you, it was a dream come true. Sure, you had fantasies of having sex with your roommate but it was under different circumstances. A part of you was afraid—afraid he might realize that you were actually a virgin. You didn’t want to disappoint him, not when he had plenty of experience as compared to you. You squirmed on the spot, no longer having the courage to look at the other. 

“I…I don’t do… whatever this is,” you replied, wincing at how awkward you sound. 

“Don’t do what? It’s not like I’m asking you to date me. It’s just sex,” he answered, furrowing his eyebrows. 

What he doesn’t know is how his blunt words felt like an arrow, aimed and fired at your heart, effectively breaking it into pieces. You slowly nodded, eyes now staring at the pot—as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. 

“Right, it’s just sex,” you muttered under your breath. 

Sunghoon sighed, placing his now empty glass on the table and approached you. You nervously gulped, pressing yourself against the stove counter behind you. With your roommate standing before you, arms resting on both sides of you, barricading you in. You were able to get a faint whiff of his cologne—woody and minty. 

“Sunghoon…” You whispered his name, leaning your head back to create as much distance as you could. But it was hard, especially with the way he looked at you—like you were the only person he sees. 

“Tell me you don’t want this,” he murmured, voice soft. The way his eyes trailed down your face, taking in your features, only for it to linger on your parted lips made you feel breathless. 

“Kiss me, please.” 

Sunghoon instantly closed the distance, his lips crashing against yours the moment you finished speaking. You whimpered, throwing your arms around his neck as you tried to match his pace but it wasn’t easy. Shivers ran down your spine as he slid his hand underneath your shirt, slowly trailing up along your spine, leaving his warmth behind in its trail. You gasped when he bit your bottom lip, only for him to part your lips with his tongue and oh. 

Sure, you had a few experiences of kissing someone but you have never reached the point where your tongue was involved. Your knees threatened to give way when Sunghoon explored your wet, warm cavern with one, thorough lick. You moaned into the kiss, gripping onto the back of his shirt when he harshly sucked on your tongue. Your ears flushed red at the sounds of you kissing but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. 

You squeaked; startled when Sunghoon easily lifted you up, carrying you in his arms like you weighed nothing. Your roommate placed you down on his bed with such gentleness that you would’ve thought you were lovers and wasted no time in pulling you in for another kiss. This time, it was more desperate. 

“Can I?” He asks, hands hovering along the hem of your oversized shirt, waiting for you to give him the green light. You nodded, breaking the kiss and allowed him to remove your shirt, tossing it to the floor. 

You tried to cover yourself, realising how you were left in your simple black bra and shorts, unsure of how to react as Sunghoon stares at you. But he was quicker. He moved your hands away, using one hand to pinned your wrists above your head. You nervously gulped, feeling extremely small in your current position. 

“Don’t hide from me. You’re beautiful,” he said, faint awe and admiration in his voice. As much as you wished to not believe him, you couldn’t. After all, there’s no harm in indulging in this, even if it’s just for one night, right? 

“Stop staring and do something already,” you retorted, flinching when he cheekily pinched your hips with his free hand. You tried to kick him but he held your legs down, chuckling at your reaction. 

“Patience, sweetheart. How about you tell me what you’ve fantasized about?”

You froze. “What are you talking about?”

Humming, Sunghoon leans in until his lips graze against the sensitive area near your ear. “Don’t think I’ve seen the way you looked at me, princess. I can feel your eyes on me whenever we’re in the same room. I can also see the way you clenched your thighs, thinking about the many and different ways I can ruin you.” 

You sharply inhaled when he trailed kisses down your neck, stopping at a certain area to leave a hickey behind. You tilted your head back, granting him more access and you swore you felt his lips curling up against your skin at your obedience. Sunghoon slipped his hand behind, only unbuckling your bra when you nodded your head, freeing your breasts from the constricting article of clothing. 

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous. If only you know how crazy you make me feel,” he whispered, not giving you time to articulate your response, leaning down to wrap his lips on your left hardened nipple. 

“Sunghoon!” You gasped, arching your back off the bed. 

You whined at the feeling of his tongue teasingly swirling the edge of your nipple. The contrast of his warm mouth against your cool skin made goosebumps formed on your skin. He finally released your wrists, moving to give your other nipple equal attention by using his fingers. Now that your hands were free, you blindly grabbed onto a fistful of his hair—a poor attempt to ground yourself. 

“Ngh—Sunghoon—please,” you cried out, eyes squeezed tight in pleasure. He hums, pulling away from your chest to swiftly remove your shorts and panties in one go, leaving you naked under him. 

You frowned at the sight of him fully clothed. “This isn’t fair.” 

“What’s not fair?” He asked, amused with the way you pouted, his hands lazily drawing circles on your thighs. 

“You’re still wearing your clothes. Take them off,” you whined.

Laughing, he obliged and only removed his shirt. You have seen him shirtless before and you should have gotten used to it. But maybe it was due to your current dilemma—that you’re about to have sex with your roommate that made your cheeks flushed red. He grins at your prolonged silence and how you were staring at him. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he teased. 

“You’re so annoying,” you retorted, digging your nails into the sheets when he spread your legs as he moved down, pressing soft kisses along your inner thighs. You watched with bated breath as he moved up and up, until he was near where you needed him the most. 

“Tell me what you fantasized about,” he said, eyes flickering up to your face. 

You gulped, knowing he has no intention of doing anything until you speak up. “I…I thought about you kissing me.” 

“Uh huh, go on,” he prodded, eyes never leaving your face. You dug your nails deeper into the sheets, feeling embarrassed with what you’re about to say. 

“I wanted you to touch me, eat me out and…”

“And?” 

“And be mean to me.” 

Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, his signature cheeky smirk stretching across his face. “Oh? I didn’t expect you to have such indecent thoughts about me. I guess I should be honored.” 

You groaned, having foreseen his reaction. “Sunghoon, I—Ngh!” 

You were harshly cut off when he smacked your inner thigh, dangerously close to your clit. You twitched, your hole clenching down on nothing but thin air as the area turned red. He grinned, eyes darkening a shade as he hovered his fingers along your clit, tracing your folds. 

“You know, you’ve an attitude for someone who’s been thinking about this. Is this what you want, hm? You want to be treated like a whore?” He cocked his head to the side, slowly pushing his index and ring fingers in, watching as your folds parted to let him in. 

Breathless whimpers fell from your lips at the sudden intrusion. You could feel your walls hugging onto his fingers and as far as you were aware, this was only two fingers. And yet, it was enough to make you feel light-headed. 

Sunghoon coos, taking note of your current state. “Look at you, already out of breath when it’s just my fingers. All you need is something to fill this pretty thing to shut you up.” He twisted his fingers just right, hitting the spot that made you cry out. 

“Fuck!” 

“Shit, you’re insane. I should’ve done this sooner,” he cursed, pulling his fingers out that were covered in your juices.

He brings them to your mouth with an expectant look on his face and you obliged—parting your lips to let him push his fingers in. However, what you didn’t expect was for him to shove his fingers down, until they were hitting the back of your throat. You made muffled choking noise, tears forming in your eyes as your tongue licked at whatever areas you could reach. Sunghoon didn’t move, watching as you cleaned his fingers, only removing them once he was sure you had thoroughly cleaned them. 

Sniff, sniff. 

Your sniffles piqued his interest and he saw how you were rubbing your thighs together, smearing your leaked juices all over your inner thighs. 

“Hoonie…” You begged, too drunk to even realize you had addressed him by a nickname. The sound of his name coming from your lips made his cock twitched, still restricted by the constraints of his sweatpants. 

“Yes? What do you want?” He asks, tongue darting out to wet his lips. 

You whined, making grabby hands at him and the way you were looking at him—with your doe-like, innocent eyes was testing his limits. “Want your mouth on me.” 

“Yeah? You want that, pretty girl? Where do you want me, hm? Do you want me here?” He asks, brushing his lips against your thigh, choosing to tease you. You shook your head, frustration written across your face. But he couldn't help it. You were simply too cute to not tease. 

“Or is it here?” He moved slightly higher, fingers digging into your unblemished skin to leave crescent-moon shaped indents behind on your upper thighs. 

“N-No, want you here,” you replied. Sunghoon didn’t expect you to take it into your own hands, grabbing his left hand to where your clit is. 

“Since you asked so nicely, who am I to deny you?” He hums, pleased with your initiative and wasted no time in diving in. 

He lapped at your juices, swirling the bud with the tip of his tongue. The delirious sensation drives you wild, filled with nothing but pleasure. Sunghoon groaned at your heavenly taste on his tongue and determined to have more, he parted your puffy lips, sliding his tongue in until he was practically fucking you open with the wet muscle. 

“Fuck—Sunghoon, hah, s-so good,” you slurred, eyes rolling up as you rolled your hips—like you’re riding his face—chasing after the stimulation. 

The room was filled with the lewd sounds of Sunghoon eating you out and your mixture of sounds endlessly spilling from your lips. You gripped onto the pillow beneath your head when you felt your stomach tightening. 

“I’m gonna c-cum,” you panted, warning the other but your roommate merely hummed, the vibration was enough to make you tipped over the edge. Your body shook with the intensity, tears rolling down your face at the first orgasm. 

You whimpered, body going pliant at the overstimulation because Sunghoon refused to grant you any second of relief. “Sunghoon, st-stop, ngh.” 

Eventually, he relent and your face turned as red as a tomato at the sight of the lower half of his face covered in your slick. He wiped them away with the back of his left hand, bringing it to his lips to clean them. The obscene sight was something straight out of your wildest fantasy and you gulped, craving more of him. 

“You taste divine, princess,” he groaned, moving up to kiss you, giving you a taste of yourself as your tongues meet. 

Your arms wrapped themselves around his shoulders, hips absentmindedly rolling against his. Both of you moaned as your clit rubbed against his cock through the fabric of his sweatpants. “H-Hoonie, please.” 

“Fuck, okay,” he cursed, hands fumbling to unbuckle his pants, tossing it along with his boxers to the ground. 

You watched, heart beating in anticipation as he moved your right leg over his shoulder—forcing you to spread yourself open for him. You mewled as Sunghoon grinded his cock against your wetness, using your slick to act as lubricant. 

“You’re so wet. Is it for me?” He murmured, faint amazement heard in his voice. 

“Mhm, f-for you,” you replied, and something about the way you easily admit it triggered Sunghoon. He pushed in in one quick thrust, forcing your gummy walls to make space for his cock. You moaned, feeling like you were floating on a cloud as you were stretched wide open. 

“You’re still so tight even after I’ve ate and fingered you open, sweetheart. Do you think you’ll still be this tight if I were to fuck you every day, make you warm my cock?” He groaned, unable to tear his eyes away from the mesmerizing sight of your walls fluctuating around his cock. 

The thought of that made you whine out loud—filled with nothing but pure desire. Sunghoon chuckles, starting off with a steady rhythm. He watched as your breasts jiggled due to the movement, how your lips parted to form a silent ‘O’ shape as he snapped his hips forward. 

“Do you spread your legs for anyone, hm? Do you bat your eyelashes at anyone, hoping for them to fuck you like this?” He taunts, reaching out to grab a fistful of your hair and tugging you up, forcing you to meet his eyes. 

He sneers at your teary eyes. “Look at you, already so fucked out on my cock. I doubt anyone can fuck you better than I can. Isn’t that right?” 

You sobbed, nodding your head with whatever strength you have left in you. But Sunghoon wasn’t pleased with your non-verbal response. 

“I’m asking you a question and I expect an answer,” he warns.

“Y-Yes,” you cried out, unable to focus on anything but the way his cock kept abusing the same spot, over and over again. It was driving you mad and Sunghoon could tell. 

“Good, if you ever try to sleep with other people, I want you to know they’ll never fuck you better than I can,” he chuckles, releasing your hair and increased his pace, now ruthlessly pounding into you without hesitation. The bed started creaking as it moved along, the bedframe occasionally hitting the wall. 

Heat spread under your skin like wildfire as you felt the familiar building pleasure. Seeing how you were about to reach your climax for the second time, Sunghoon moved his hand down to where you’re connected to rub your poor swollen, sensitive clit. His action elicited an instant wail of protest from you. You didn’t know if you should chase after his hand or move away, too drunk on pleasure to think straight. 

“Hah—H-Hoonie, please, please,” you sobbed, not sure what you’re pleading at this rate. 

“Please what, sweetheart? You want to cum?” He asks, his breathing ragged as he rested his thumb on your bud, teasingly rubbing it in slow circles. You vigorously nodded your head, unable to form a sentence anymore. He was about to pull out when he was nearly reaching his climax but you stopped him. 

“Don’t, wanna feel you inside,” you whimpered and Sunghoon’s breath hitched in his throat. 

“You can’t say things like that,” he muttered but obliged. 

All it took was one final, powerful thrust to make you orgasmed. It felt like a rubber band had snapped after being stretched out. You mewled when he emptied himself inside you, feeling full of his cum. Your body went limp, being pushed over your limits as you laid on the bed, in the dirtied sheets. Sunghoon, on the other hand, slowly pulled out. You made a noise, not used to the sudden empty feeling. 

You clenched down, able to feel hot, thick and white liquid trickling down your legs. Your roommate climbed off the bed, grabbing a few damp towels from the bathroom. He returned shortly after, wiping you off with such gentleness that you would have dozed off right there and then. But then, reality hits you—the reality of you having sex with your roommate. You were afraid, not sure how this will impact the both of you in the future. 

“I can hear you thinking, you know?” Sunghoon’s voice snapped you out of your train of thoughts. He handed you a cup of water, to which you gratefully accepted it and took slow sips, not sure when he had gone to the kitchen. 

“...What does this make us?” You asked in a small voice, having no choice but to get it out of your heart. 

He went silent, busying himself in dragging the dirtied sheets off the bed as he dumped them to the floor. Sunghoon grabbed a random shirt from his wardrobe, tossing it to your lap. You shot him a questioning look and he rolled his eyes.

“I’m letting you wear it, unless you don’t want to.” 

“Oh, thanks,” you replied, putting the cup on the bedside table as you wore the shirt he tossed you. The shirt felt like a dress, reaching your upper thighs and your senses were filled with his scent, making your cheeks flushed red. Sunghoon was now fully clothed, sitting on the bed beside you with his arms crossed. 

“If I were to tell you I want to be more than roommates, how would you react?” He asks, turning to face you. 

Your eyes widened. “What?” 

Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair, not looking at you. “I’ve liked you for a while now and I didn’t know how to tell you.” 

“So you decided to sleep with other girls? Is that how you wanted to get my attention?” You scoffed, finding it hard to believe. 

He looked guilty at your response. “I didn’t fucked them, though. I only made out with them and nothing else that involves removal of clothes. I couldn’t do it, not when you kept popping up in my mind.” 

Your breath caught in your throat. “Does that mean…you were thinking about me every time you kissed someone?” 

Sunghoon sheepishly chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “Well yeah, when you put it that way.” 

You barked out a laugh. “You’re ridiculous, but fortunately or unfortunately, I’d like for us to be something more than roommates.” 

“Yah! What do you mean by "unfortunately”!?” He shot you an incredulous look and you giggled, finding his reaction adorable. He jumped on you, wasting no time in tickling your sides. 

You squealed, thrashing about like a fish out of water as you tried to shove him off of you but it was futile. He easily overwhelmed you with his strength. 

“H-Hoonie! Haha, stop! Please!” You exclaimed through your barrage of laughter, your vision turning blurry. 

“Fine, you’re lucky you’re cute,” he sighed, surrendering and plopped down on you, suffocating you with his body weight. 

“Get off me!” You smacked his back, only to flinch when he pinched your sides. 

“You’re so annoying, I swear,” you retorted, but there wasn’t any bite to your words. 

“Too bad you’re stuck with me now.” 

[solxamber]

Romance Clichés With: Leona Kingscholar

Cliché: Misplaced Jealousy

Others: Azul ; Vil ; Kalim ; Idia ; Jamil ; Riddle

it's gonna be a little series where each of them gets a cliché!

For days now, Leona had been simmering. He’d never admit to caring about something so trivial, but that simmer was rapidly reaching a boil, one muttered “Savanaclaw guy” at a time. Because you—his supposed close friend, the only person he could actually stand around here—had developed some grand crush on… someone. Someone you kept bringing up. Some unknown, nameless, faceless moron in Savanaclaw.

And you just wouldn’t shut up about him.

Leona had been sitting through your monologues, listening to you talk about how strong and loyal and amazing this guy was, and it had started as a minor annoyance. But as you kept going, he realized something deeply frustrating—maybe even painful.

That after everything, you had gone and chosen some other Savanaclaw idiot over him. And it stung, more than he’d ever want to admit, to hear you talking about anyone like this.

But today was the breaking point.

You were lounging in his den, casually chatting with him between classes. As usual, the conversation took a familiar turn, and you sighed dramatically. “I mean, I guess it’s just… this guy, he’s just… I don’t know. He’s got this strength that’s so impressive, and he always knows how to take charge. Like, he doesn’t even need to try, you know? It’s like he was born to lead.” You didn’t notice Leona’s eyes darken or the way his fingers clenched into fists.

“Just the way he’s so confident,” you continued, “he’s got this whole ‘I don’t care about anything’ vibe that’s really charming in a weird way. It’s like he’s always one step ahead of everyone, even when he’s—”

Leona cut you off with a harsh scoff. “Right. Real inspiring. Sounds like a real prize,” he muttered, not meeting your eyes. “And I bet he doesn’t even realize how perfect he is, right?”

“Exactly! He’s the type who’s always underestimated,” you continued, oblivious to the thunderous look on Leona’s face. “But if people would just give him a chance, they’d see all his best qualities. He’s fierce, but he’s got this heart of gold underneath it all. People just don’t get him.”

“Oh, don’t they?” Leona’s voice was low and strained, a bitter edge cutting through his usual drawl. “Must be nice to be so adored by someone.”

“Hey,” you said, “don’t say it like that. He doesn’t even know I like him. I don’t even know if he’d ever see me like that.” You let out a wistful sigh that was like a slap to his face.

Leona’s patience finally snapped. “Unbelievable,” he snarled, standing up so fast that you jumped. “You’re completely clueless.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Clueless? Leona, what are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you,” he bit out, eyes blazing. “You’re here—wasting your time on someone who probably doesn’t even care about you while you throw yourself at him like some kind of fool. I mean, what’s it gonna take for you to get it?”

You were stunned into silence, and he kept going, frustration pouring out in a way that you’d never seen before. “After everything, you go and pick someone else?” His voice cracked a little, and it made your heart ache. “I thought maybe… maybe if there was anyone here you’d choose, it would be me.”

Your mouth opened, then closed. You were utterly bewildered. “Leona… what are you talking about? It has always been you.”

He blinked, staring at you, completely thrown. “What?”

You took a step closer to him, speaking slowly, trying to get through his thick skull. “Leona, all that stuff I’ve been saying—every time I was talking about this person I liked, I was talking about you.”

Leona looked like he’d been hit by a lightning bolt. His mouth fell open slightly, and he was struggling to catch up, his usual composure completely shattered. “Wait… you’re serious?”

“Yes! Why else would I even talk about Savanaclaw so much?” You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow. “You were the one who kept assuming it was someone else.”

He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, running a hand through his hair, and for the first time, you saw a raw vulnerability in his eyes that he usually kept hidden. “All this time… I really thought you’d gone and chosen some other guy,” he said quietly, shaking his head. “Thought at least you’d pick me.”

The way he said it made your heart break a little. He looked almost small, like the thought of not being chosen had left him gutted in a way he couldn’t fully hide. You reached out, gently taking his hand. “Leona, it’s always been you. You’re the one I’ve been drawn to from the start.”

A surge of relief softened his features, and he gave a quiet, almost disbelieving chuckle. His usual swagger returned, just a bit, as he held your hand tighter. “Well,” he murmured, his gaze becoming intense, “then what’re you waiting for?”

You didn’t waste another second. You closed the space between you, capturing his lips in a kiss that was long overdue. He responded immediately, one hand coming up to cup your cheek, pulling you closer. The kiss was fierce, almost possessive, and when he finally broke away, he was wearing a smug, satisfied grin.

“About damn time,” he murmured against your lips, though there was a warmth in his voice that softened the usual sharpness. He looked down at you, his fingers grazing your cheek with an unexpected tenderness. “Next time, just skip all the theatrics and tell me, alright?”

You laughed, leaning into his touch. “I thought I was being obvious.”

“Obvious?” He huffed, rolling his eyes with a faint smile. “Trust me, you’re terrible at ‘obvious.’”

But as he gazed at you, that smirk melted into something genuine, something that showed how deeply he cared. He pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you, and pressed a kiss to your forehead, his voice barely above a whisper. “So… you’re really mine, then?”

You nodded, and he let out a pleased sigh, holding you even tighter. “Good,” he said, his voice low and possessive, like he was finally claiming what was his. “Now let’s ditch these losers. We don’t need anyone else, just us.”

You smiled, resting your head on his chest as his hand gently stroked your back. “Fine by me,” you murmured, happiness bubbling up as you pressed small kisses along his jawline, making him chuckle.

For once, Leona didn’t have any sharp retorts, no scowls or walls to put up. He just held you, his heart finally at ease, the weight of his doubts and insecurities melting away as he finally let himself be happy.

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[glamourscat]

Can I please request things batboys + Bruce does when they have fallen in love with someone? Things they do for their crush, hinting their feelings etc.?

୨ৎ Batboys + Bruce and what are they like when they have fallen in love ୨ৎ

A/N: when i think about them and having a crush, i always imagine them having a crush on someone they work with or are very close friend with.

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DICK 

The worst out of the bunch in hiding his feelings

When he realises he is probably the most chill out of batboys

If his crush is also a vigilante he might pull some strings to patrol with them

His love is loud. There’s no other way of putting it. Thing is, Dick is just so loveable with everyone, most of the time at least. 

He is never shy to let others know how much he cares for them. So, at first you might think he is just being his usual self, just a bit more energetic

Then you pick up on the small things

Like his touch lasting just a bit longer than usual. Him being more protective. Him being around you more. Laughing at your jokes even when they are terrible

How would he hint his feelings? Easy. Terrible cheesy pickup lines, EYE CONTACT, like intense. More touchy than usual, hugs, ruffling hair, nudges… 

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JASON

If Dick is the worst at keeping his feelings a secret, jason is the best

Truly you won’t know a thing unless you’re extremely good at reading body language

I imagine him, realising he has a crush, and gaslighting himself into believing he doesn’t

Then something happens, maybe someone flirts with you or simply you seek him out specifically for something you could have gone to anyone else, but you choose him, and he realises he is gone.

At first he might even distance himself and you’re like “what have i done?” because genuinely it’s like a switch happened

But when he comes to terms with his feelings I think his love would be more noticeable on the outside than inside. What I mean is that others would be more prone to pick up on his crush than you. 

He would sit besides you on the couch, thighs touching and everyone is like.. Jason? Allowing you in his personal space? Interesting

Would pay attention to the little things. You said you are cold? Here, his jacket is strangely flying on your shoulders

Gifts you books that remind him of you, annotated with specific passages. 

He doesn’t give hints, hell, in a way he hopes that you won’t notice how much of a sick idiot in love he has become. But in the hopes you do, well, he is cooked isnt he? ( a oneshot coming out soon) 

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TIM

The worst. A mix between jason and dick.

If tim likes you, then you’re his best friend, there’s no other way around it lol. 

He would already be clingy, but when he realises he has a crush there’s two things going in his head:

1) panics. He starts running around his room over analyzing every little detail and trying to understand how, when and why he fall for you

2) goes down a rabbit hole. He will overthink everything he has done recently. Was he too clingy? Did you suspect something? Do you feel the same? 

After absolutely losing it, same tim, he will assess the situation. He is good at reading body language. He knows how to listen and he knows how to talk. He is observant and rest assured he will put his vigilante skills to action. 

He wouldn’t necessarily ask you out if he comes to the conclusion you like him back, i think it will happen randomly. Maybe one night you’re over at his, it’s 3am, he doesn’t have patrol tomorrow and you two are watching a show together. The main characters are having some sort of love emotional shambles, maybe there’s a kiss involved. He looks at you, you look at him. There’s a moment of silence unsure if you two should confess your feelings or laugh. At the end, somehow, his lips are on yours– the show long forgotten– as his cold hands cup your cheeks to deepen the kiss.

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BRUCE

intense eye contact

he listens and listens almost as if the sole act of listening to your voice is soothing for him

Gifts. Like this man would just randomly increase his gifts. It wouldn’t be at once, but gradually you started to notice that one rose became 5 and then 10. Chocolates turned into gems.

Would ask you to accompany him at events, which is when you know, he is at least seriously interested. Because events and galas, as much as he is not a fan of them, are important to his image. 

Little subtle touches 

He doesn’t really express things by words if he can avoid it, so you need to be good at picking the subtle signs 

Gifts aside, they are nice and surely it’s one of his love languages, but when he makes the effort to get to know the true you and what your interests and hobbies are, safe to say he expects the same interest back. To know that you are at least interested in getting to know him not as batman, not as Wayne but as Bruce, and simply as Bruce will put you 5 steps ahead already. 

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so one of the things that's so horrifying about birth control is that you have to, like, navigate this incredibly personal choice about your body and yet also face the epitome of misogyny. like, someone in the comments will say it wasn't that bad for me, and you'll be utterly silenced. like, everyone treats birth control like something that's super dirty. like, you have no fucking information or control over this thing because certain powerful people find it icky.

first it was the oral contraceptives. you went on those young, mostly for reasons unrelated to birth control - even your dermatologist suggested them to control your acne. the list of side effects was longer than your arm, and you just stared at it, horrified.

it made you so mentally ill, but you just heard that this was adulthood. that, yes, there are of course side effects, what did you expect. one day you looked up yasmin makes me depressed because surely this was far too intense, and you discovered that over 12,000 lawsuits had been successfully filed against the brand. it remains commonly prescribed on the open market. you switched brands a few times before oral contraceptives stopped being in any way effective. your doctor just, like, shrugged and said you could try a different brand again.

and the thing is that you're a feminist. you know from your own experience that birth control can be lifesaving, and that even when used for birth control - it is necessary healthcare. you have seen it save so many people from such bad situations, yourself included. it is critical that any person has access to birth control, and you would never suggest that we just get rid of all of it.

you were a little skeeved out by the implant (heard too many bad stories about it) and figured - okay, iud. it was some of the worst pain you've ever fucking experienced, and you did it with a small number of tylenol in your system (3), like you were getting your bikini line waxed instead of something practically sewn into your body.

and what's wild is that because sometimes it isn't a painful insertion process, it is vanishingly rare to find a doctor that will actually numb the area. while your doctor was talking to you about which brand to choose, you were thinking about the other ways you've been injured in your life. you thought about how you had a suspicious mole frozen off - something so small and easy - and how they'd numbed a huge area. you thought about when you broke your wrist and didn't actually notice, because you'd thought it was a sprain.

your understanding of pain is that how the human body responds to injury doesn't always relate to the actual pain tolerance of the person - it's more about how lucky that person is physically. maybe they broke it in a perfect way. maybe they happened to get hurt in a place without a lot of nerve endings. some people can handle a broken femur but crumble under a sore tooth. there's no true way to predict how "much" something actually hurts.

in no other situation would it be appropriate for doctors to ignore pain. just because someone can break their wrist and not feel it doesn't mean no one should receive pain meds for a broken wrist. it just means that particular person was lucky about it. it should not define treatment.

in the comments of videos about IUDs, literally thousands of people report agony. blinding, nauseating, soul-crushing agony. they say things like i had 2 kids and this was the worst thing i ever experienced or i literally have a tattoo on my ribs and it felt like a tickle. this thing almost killed me or would rather run into traffic than ever feel that again.

so it's either true that every single person who reports severe pain is exaggerating. or it's true that it's far more likely you will experience pain, rather than "just a pinch." and yet - there's nothing fucking been done about it. it kind of feels like a shrug is layered on top of everything - since technically it's elective, isn't it kind of your fault for agreeing to select it? stop being fearmongering. stop being defensive.

you fucking needed yours. you are almost weirdly protective of it. yours was so important for your physical and mental health. it helped you off hormonal birth control and even started helping some of your symptoms. it still fucking hurt for no fucking reason.

once while recovering from surgery, they offered you like 15 days of vicodin. you only took 2 of them. you've been offered oxy for tonsillitis. you turned down opioids while recovering from your wisdom tooth extraction. everything else has the option. you fucking drove yourself home after it, shocked and quietly weeping, feeling like something very bad had just happened. the nurse that held your hand during the experience looked down at you, tears in her eyes, and said - i know. this is cruelty in action.

and it's fucked up because the conversation is never just "hey, so the way we are doing this is fucking barbaric and doctors should be required to offer serious pain meds" - it's usually something around the lines of "well, it didn't kill you, did it?"

you just found out that removing that little bitch will hurt just as bad. a little pinch like how oral contraceptives have "some" serious symptoms. like your life and pain are expendable or not really important. like maybe we are all hysterical about it?

hysteria comes from the latin word for uterus, which is great!

you stand here at a crossroads. like - this thing is so important. did they really have to make it so fucking dangerous. and why is it that if you make a complaint, you're told - i didn't even want you to have this in the first place. we're told be careful what you wish for. we're told that it's our fault for wanting something so illict; we could simply choose not to need medication. that maybe if we don't like the scraps, we should get ready to starve.

we have been saying for so long - "i'm not asking you to remove the option, i'm asking you to reconsider the risk." this entire time we hear: well, this is what you wanted, isn't it?

[maxverstappendefender]

won gold // mv1 smau

description: olympic snowboarder!gf x mv1 (max being a complete simp for someone that doesn’t even know him)

a/n: this had me blushing ngl. requests are open at the moment too! or just come talk to me, would love to talk to you all! all pics from pinterest, i don’t own any

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youruser: competing in the olympics deserves a good sleep. thank you all sm for the love and happy to bring home gold

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olympics: 🥇

user1: GOLD BABYYYY

scottyjames31: proud of you lady

↳ youruser: miss you scotty!

danielricciardo: W for the best snowboarder ever

↳ scottyjames31: 😧

↳ youruser: 😬😬

user2: her beauty should be illegal

↳ user3: and her talent

maxverstappen1: bravo yn!!

maxverstappen1: you’re so pretty wth

↳ danielricciardo: oh brother

↳ landonorris: i second what danny said

↳ charles_leclerc: nurse he’s out again

user4: will max ever stop simping for yn?

↳ user5: most likely not

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maxverstappen1: snowboarding, sleeping, and winning to finish off the season

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landonorris: this looks quite familiar to a post of someone i know

user6: oh he’s down bad for yn

↳ user7: aren’t we all?

redbullracing: why are we last in this post?

↳ maxverstappen1: more important things

danielricciardo: that picture was taken .2 seconds before you got up and fell on your face

↳ maxverstappen1: that’s a lie

↳ user8: not daniel airing out max’s business

user9: since when has max been a snowboarder

↳ user10: since he started crushing on yn

↳ user11: he’s been simping so hard for ages for her and she doesn’t even know he exists lol

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youruser: little photo shoot before closing ceremony to the olympics 🖤

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user12: has anyone checked on max verstappen?

↳ maxverstappen1: he’s dead

maxverstappen1: do you need a dog? or a cat? or a fish?

↳ carlossainz55: get up man.

user13: my pulse is gone

user14: had a heart attack and died today

user15: one chance yn, please

maxverstappen1: 🤤🤤

↳ landonorris: what the hell man

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youruser: after party complete. see you in 4 years @/olympics

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maxverstappen1: FIRST

redbullracing: oh what’s that last slide?

↳ user16: not admin being just as down bad as max is

scottyjames31: no invite?

↳ youruser: you are literally in another continent rn

maxverstappen1: damn, the team i race for is in that last slide. that’s like fate

↳ user17: i need someone obsessed with me the way max is with yn

user18: okay ms olympic gold medalist

// max’s phone //

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youruser: scotty took a spill, someone call life alert

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scottyjames31: foul caption

user19: the best snowboarding friendship

maxverstappen1: need a new snowboarding partner?

↳ charles_leclerc: you snowboarding? lol. have the ambulance on speed dial

↳ landonorris: have to agree with charles here mate

↳ carlossainz55: you would need more than life alert if you went snowboarding

↳ redbullracing: admin does not approve of any potential injury sports during this winter break 👍

user20: the day max gets a date with yn is the day the world will be right again

↳ user21: world hunger, poverty, and homelessness would be solved

↳ maxverstappen1: im trying people. can’t rush perfection

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youruser: now why is twitter blaming me for world hunger?

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user22: yn could solve world hunger and she chooses not to smh

user23: solve world hunger by going on a date with max verstappen? absolute no brainer

↳ youruser: unfortunately one date will not solve words hunger 👍

↳ maxverstappen1: what about two dates?

landonorris: i’ll pay you to go on a date with someone i know. he’s a little off in the head but he’s insufferable about this crush

↳ danielricciardo: damn, you too?

↳ user24: imagine max talking about yn to his friends and she barely even knows who he is 😂

user25: love a good sunset moment

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maxverstappen1: twitter doesn’t exist anymore, it’s x now

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user26: YN IN THE LIKES

↳ user27: war is over

danielricciardo: this post looks oddly familiar

↳ landonorris: selfie + sunset + heart on snowboard

↳ youruser: i should sue for copyright

user28: not max copying the entire style of yn’s last instagram post

redbullracing: no INJURY PRONE sports.

↳ user29: the things max does for a crush

user30: not max’s caption relating to yn’s last caption

↳ user31: baby, the entire post is pretty much copy and paste but max’s version

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maxverstappen1: found me a snowboarding girlfriend 🙃 i couldn’t rush perfection

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danielricciardo: WOOP WOOP 🎉

↳ landonorris: no more simping!!

user32: OH MY GOD.

user33: when he picks up a whole sport for her 😫

redbullracing: admin does not approve of the sport but approves of the girl

↳ youruser: thanks admin 🫶

user34: max is the definition of never back down

↳ user35: never give up!

user36: he played the long game

↳ maxverstappen1: and won gold

youruser: love my (extremely amateur) snowboarding boyfriend 🫶

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maxverstappen1: girlfriend appreciation post now that i can talk about her as my girlfriend

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youruser: much love bby

redbullracing: okay mr. brand ambassador

user37: is your girlfriend single?

landonorris: i feel sick. why do you have to be in love and happy?

user38: do you need a third?

danielricciardo: everyone say thank you daniel

↳ scottyjames31: no. everyone say thank you scotty

user39: the dates haven’t solved world hunger yet but we’re close, i can feel it!

↳ user40: i love this stupid joke

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youruser: boyfriend appreciation post. love you dork

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redbullracing: welcome to the family yn!

maxverstappen1: ‘boyfriend’ ahsdkejehe

↳ user41: that would be me if yn was my girlfriend too

user42: max’s manifesting actually worked

scottyjames31: cute

user43: WHEN. WILL. IT. BE. MY. TURN.

↳ user44: real.