#if were ofc taking the god's favourite thing and running with it all of it would be pretty crayyyzayyyyy

[lichtbrenger]

saturday moment of incoherence: the thought of lucifer being gods favourite even though god created lucifer knowing what would happen to him knowing that lucifer was created by Him in part to take on suffering and then letting him suffer out of His reach for millenia because thats the way it has to be and He STILL adores him.... like god made lucifer to hurt in unimaginable ways and thus to hurt Himself bcs he had to hurt lucifer like thats crazzzzzyyyyyyyy...... like what would hurt god more than seeing his favourite creation (made for suffering) suffer and curse Him for it. he knew all of it from the start and still loved him most. guys. i do feel sick

[centrally-unplanned]

I have been taking my fit-and-starts second stab at playing Victoria 3 - I did a Japan run, and a Korea run, and this is a very frustrating game. It bothers me because its deep core is probably the best of Vicky so far. It understands that the appeal of these game is Factorio-esque; you want to build up this cool little supply chain that goes chug chug chug I make-a the widgets and numbers go up.

Vicky 1 was ofc just pure cheese; most goods could just be dumped on the global market with no buyer and do fine, certain goods were just hard-coded to be profitable, and insane things like 100% of import costs coming out of the government's budget pushed you towards a kind of samey, slapdash hyper-industrial mercantilism. Vicky 2 was the opposite - so opaque in its function that you as the player didn't really have agency over it, as the vaunted World Market just does its thing. Your strategies "worked" no matter what you really did though, so you just kind of followed basic "build factory in same territory as RGO" logic and let the system run itself. Both of these systems made for functional-but-not-exceptional gameplay loops.

Vicky 3 is more complicated than its predecessors, but in ways that makes how the economic system functions more concrete. You have local prices for goods, wider markets with clearly labelled high-and-low demand, and clearly defined "production methods" where buildings can commit to better tech at the cost of different inputs. As a player you can build factories, farms, and mines of a dozen different types anywhere, so you always have agency - and those new production lines gives you goals. Invent steel tools, so now your tooling workshops can make more tools but will need steel instead of iron as a input? You can switch over the lines...but make sure you have enough steel mills! And oh, that drives down the price of tools once you do it...so now your cattle ranches can justify switching their line to tool-assisted butchers! And now you make more meat, your local cost is low, but oh in the Russian market meat prices are high - as shown by that little gold coin icon it - so you can export it now!

Things are looped, contingent, and based on your decisions. It is simple, of course, you are making lots of little, easy calls that build you up over time - which is what makes it fun. It has to be simple, because otherwise it is a dizzyingly complex web of a million markets, it would never work. You feel like you are actually building the economy without being overwhelmed by it.

Which would be great if it wasn't stapled to one of the worst political & military systems I have ever seen, played with a UI God abandoned in shame.

So you can join the markets of other countries? Like you have your own market as a default, so you can click the "market" tab and it will show you how much wheat your country makes, how much iron it buys, etc. All good. But if you join another country's market, now that tab shows the collective market, everyone's wheat, iron, etc. Useful but like obiously I am not playing the market, I am playing the country; so how do I see how much wheat I make?

You can't.

You actually can't! Idk maybe they patched it in recently, but I couldn't find it and all the reddit threads I google from 2023 say you can't. Are you planning to declare independence and wanna see if you make enough food for your people? Too bad! Fuck around and find out I guess. I saw one thread where someone's advice was "save the game, declare independence, screenshot the new market, then reload". Quantum timeline level of experimental design going on in these guys' Bureau of Labor Statistics.

It isn't even the gameplay implications that bother me the most - this is a game about building an economy. You want to see what you built! And they stop you. It is baffling, and is just the tip of the iceberg - there are so many things like this. One of my favourites is that your "construction sector" is a hybrid of government and private projects, sometimes it is you spending the money, sometimes investors. Okay, cool, when it is you spending it comes out of your treasury, right? Well, yes, but the way they show that is when everyone spends it comes out of your treasury, but the private sector reimburses you for their share. Which you will not understand your first ~3 games, and instead just see huge red numbers on your budget screen and panic. And you are just left asking why? Why do that?

Beyond UI, the political system is just half-baked. It is "interest groups", each has baseline popularity, and verrrry slowly that changes as your economic structure changes (or revolutions). And to change laws you initiate campaigns to drum up support with roll dice to pass/fail. Which isn't a bad baseline, but it completely fails to capture how political change occurred in the era. Like the Meiji Restoration is "done" by you putting industrialists in power and kicking out the "landlords" lol. Japan didn't have industrialists then! Landlords are the ones who did the restoring of Meiji.

More importantly than inaccurate it isn't fun - to change a law you just arrange a coalition in power than kind of backs it, then pray you get good random events. In Vicky 2 they had a lot more railroad-style decisions and stuff you could do to capture history, "hit this military score benchmark and launch a civil war" kind of stuff. It wasn't complicated, and it was less organic, but it was pro player agency, you could take active steps to achieve it. In Vicky 3 it is mainly waiting or cheese - people often talk about getting the Meiji Restoration by deleting all your armies at game start and launching a civil war immediately that the AI will lose by default. A checkbox decision is better than that!

The military mechanics are the epitome of their "systems over gameplay" approach. What they wanted to do was two-fold; reduce micro in Vicky 2 where it is "click army to province" over and over, and "balance" the game by making combat not reward micro where players could cheese the AI. Very valid goals, I totally support it. What they did was built a system where armies auto-move to "fronts" and their AI can't handle it, but now as a player my agency over my units is gone so I can't fix it. The UI is awful, you can't even really tell armies to attack or defend, they just ~whim. You have to do a lot of clicking to fight the system - yes it is less clicking than Vicky 2, but in Vicky 2 that wasn't mentally taxing, it was fun enough to wage the war you wanted to wage. Everything was concrete and in your control.

Here...look, as Korea I declared war on China to gain independence. Then the UK - not my ally, just separately, declared war on China as well. So now we are kindaaaa on the same side? At which point half my army auto-reployed to Hong Kong because a "new front" had "appeared". One my one boat. Then the UK declared war on me as well and then 50% of my army was fighting the UK in the South China Sea alongside the Russians (???) while the other half of my army is sitting there at home facing the Qing troops along the Yalu River going "bro, wtf?". At one point a newly spawned army of mine tried to auto-redeploy to Senegal.

All of this is just so preventable - you wanna reduce micro? Make combat provinces really big. You just invade "Manchuria", no clicking from Jilin to Mukden, and have bordering armies support each other defensively or something like that so you don't have to dash back and forth. Don't try to make your AI "do it for you" because it clearly can't and you want to play your own game. I'm sure the above will get better as I learn the system but I can just see the hundreds of players who saw this system and insta-quit, because until you "understand" it, it stabs you in the back. Not what you want out of a game.

Anyway enough me whinging about the game for way too long - the fundamentals are strong in the end. I will test out mods, I could see an overhaul mod really fixing everything except maybe the combat (and then you just cope). I definitely want it to work, the potential is high.

[kingconia]

OMG HIHI so I saw some of your posts and I was like “OMG THIS IS SO GOOD??” So obviously I HAD TO MADE A REQUEST (ofc if it’s open‼️)

OKAY SOO I was wondering YK if you would be comfortable enough to make a Vil schoenheit x (gn or fem) Ace detective! Reader

(LIKEE.. Idk for example like let’s take Goro Akechi from persona 5 as a example, OR EVEN RANPO FROM BSD)

ANYWAY you have an AMAZING DAY, WONDERFUL WEEK AND AN AWESOME MONTH‼️

A/N: That was such a curious request! I had a lot of fun working on it, and I thank you dearly for all kind words. Also, I decided mostly to take Ranpo as an inspiration for the character—his belief that his superpower is the deduction fits the setting nicely.

VIL SCHOENHEIT AND GN!READER, WHO IS PROFESSIONAL DETECTIVE

— From the very childhood, you were a quite unique kid. You knew everything about everyone as you noticed the smallest details that others people would never see. And these observations helped you to make a logical conclusion about the person. You were too smart for your own good;

— Your family liked to teasingly call you Sherlock Holmes wannabe, but you knew it better: it was some kind of superpower. It had to be it;

— Others laughed, hearing about that. Until... You woke up in the world of mages, beastmen, and others creatures. And everything started to make more sense;

— When you declared to the headmaster that your unique magic is about being a perfect detective, he was suspicious at first. And so, you decided to prove him wrong;

— You did. Thanks to your powers, you were able to determine the strangeness in other students' attitude;

— You saw through Riddle in your first meeting with him. It took a three minutes to tell that he had problems with over-controlling mother. And so, mixed with your straightforwardness, you helped him not to overblot;

— The same thing happened with Leona. You cracked his plan in the right time, and prevented everything before it even started;

— Your personal favourite case was Scarabia's one. You caught Jamil so quickly—mostly, because he acted too hot-headedly, living evidences everywhere, but it was his motive that flared up your interest;

— As you stopped students from overblotting easily, diving deeper in their stories, excitement filled you even more;

— And so, Crowley unwillingly admitted that you, indeed, should have some powers to do what you do;

— When you were assigned to help with the VDC, you found out the next possible victim of the overblot in a few seconds—Vil Schoenheit himself! And not only that, but you even managed to figure out the little secret of his vice;

— However, you took some time to catch him red-handed on something, to trigger the conversation. That happened when he wanted to poison his rival;

— Vil was devastated by your involvement. But, to his surprise, you chose to speak with him about it privately;

— He didn't overblot. Instead, he broke down in front of you, in the empty dressing room;

— After that, Vil started to respect you even more than. before. If earlier, he thought highly to you because of your merits, now, he also was aware of his respectful you treating people, choosing to talk with them and help.

— He became your friend, eventually;

— Running around, solving mysteries, and doing gods know what, you forgot about a lot of things—drinking water, eating your meals, taking care of your appearance. And so, Vil always looked after you, offering his help in shy attempts to spend some time with you;

— However, there was one thing that he couldn't quite understand about you...

•

”Urgh, give me a week, and I will finish with Ignihyde as well,” you muttered, frowning, while Vil was combing through your wet hair. ”With all of my work, I can't understand how this stupid mirror can't already sort me in some dorm. At this point, I will be fine even with Savannaclaw.”

The thing was... Mirror continued insisting that you held no magical powers to your name.

And the more Vil spent time around you, he started to agree with that—you were human. Human without any powers.

What you think was your unique magic was just your brain. You were smart, you were ridiculously unbeatable in that, surely, you knew it yourself. Then, why you had this urge to think that it was magic and not you, who made everything better?

”Y/n?”

”Hm?”

”Why do you want to have magical power so badly?”

Vil could easily assume that it was because you stuck there, with them, in the place, where everyone had magic. Anyone on your place could have felt inferior about that. But the thing was, you thought, this magic was with you since you were little.

”I don't,” you protested instantly. ”I just have it—and that's the fact.”

”Even in our world, there a lot of people without magic,” he added. ”My father, for example. And—”

”...You don't believe that I am a mage?” You cut through his words sharply.

He couldn't see your face from where he was standing, but he could tell you sounded upset. Vil had no intentions to hurt you, but... He had no reason to lie to you, either. He liked to be honest with people he loved, and he loved you, truly.

”I think, you are the smartest person I had ever know,” he hummed, carefully choosing his next words. ”But that has nothing to do with magic.”

You were silent for a while, and he stopped stroking your hair.

”...But I had to be special, Vil,” you whispered suddenly. ”If I am not, then... No one would pay attention to me anymore.”

Vil knew very little about your previous life.

Perhaps, you had neglectful parents, and it was your way to make them to look at you. Or, maybe, you had too many siblings to feel loved enough.

There were so many scenarios that could explain your arrogant belief, but Vil wasn't you—he couldn't tell people about their lives merely by glancing at them.

”Oh, dear,” he made a circle around you, stopping right in front of you. He took your face in his hands carefully. ”But you are special. Just not in the way we are.”

”But—”

”In fact, I think, you are even more special than we,” Vil squished your cheeks together, so you could stay silent for a while. ”Because our magic could be taken away, and what you have is something that cannot be stripped away.”

You looked down, chewing on your bottom lip nervously. Vil leaned closer, kissing you on the tip of your nose gently. It reddened instantly—exactly for this, he started calling you radish, instead of using a potato nickname—and he smiled.

”You are the most special person I had ever met,” he whispered, as if it was a secret to be shared carefully. ”And you are even more special to my heart. Please, remember that.”

You nodded weakly.

Vil didn't expect you to answer right away, either on his confession, or on the statement about the lack of magic in you. You spent too much time, persuading yourself that you were a mage. Kind words couldn't erase it so easily.

Yet, he knew that you heard him.

And for now, it was enough.

After all, both of you had enough time to figure everything out.

Together.

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

hii! i hope you're doing well !!! i wanted to request prompt 21 mixed with prompt 13 with jake, if that's possible? seems hilarious and cute, and i am missing summer like crazy 🌅

omgggg ofc!!!! darling I miss summer so fucking much I can't even put it into words. my favourite season BY FAR

only warning I can think of is some adult language ig? that's it, if I had to rate it like pg12 or smth

(he is so fucking adorable. the need to squish his cheeks is OVERWHELMING)

You were still dripping with seawater when you clambered up to the towels you'd laid out on the beach barely an hour earlier, dramatically flipping down on one, not caring that your hair probably landed in the sand.

Jake looked up at you with raised eyebrows, sunglasses having begun to slip off his nose, closing the book in his hands and holding it a safe distance away from you. You just rolled your eyes and threw a hand over your face to shield yourself from the sun.

"I feel like I just snorted a bag of salt", you complained, swallowing hard to try once more to get the taste off of your tongue. Unsurprisingly, that still didn't work. It hadn't the first thirty times you'd attempted it and it wouldn't now.

"You look like it too", Jake chuckled and you gasped, raising your arm again and propping yourself up on one elbow to slap his shoulder.

"Bastard", you muttered more to yourself as his lips tugged into a grin. He pushed the sunglasses back up on his nose and reached over to your bag to hand you yours and despite still being offended, you grumbled out a thank you and hooked them behind your ears.

"Had fun out there?", he asked, genuinely interested, like he'd not watched you and waved at you laughing in the waves. You poked at his back.

"Would've been more fun if you'd gone in with me", you pouted.

"Baby", he drawled, almost in exasperation as he tossed his book away and rolled around, pulling you on top of him in one smooth movement. "It's not my fault you wanted to take a nap first and decided to get in just when I was dry again."

You only huffed and buried your face in his chest - bare and sweaty and wet from your hair - not even deigning to give him an answer. He could've waited for you to wake up but no, he hadn't had his morning run and had been buzzing with restless energy the entire drive here already.

Jake didn't complain - only buried a hand in your hair and started brushing lazy circles over the bare skin of your back. You let out a breath.

This was nice.

Having your boyfriend all to yourself for a day, the sun warming your skin, the waves crashing on the shore, the only other people around some navy officers that kept quiet and were far enough away to barely be noticeable. God, sometimes it paid out really well that Jake was in the navy.

Other times.... not really.

But lord, you were not about to complain right now. Not when you were so warm and so very comfortable in his arms, not with the sand and the sun and the sky, not with the sound of his breath and the soft heaving of his chest.

You only realised that you'd been dozing off when he lightly nudged your side. You shifted in confusion and he groaned - not a pleasant groan or even a sleepy one, more like he was in pain. You moved some more and he groaned again.

"Please", he panted, "Your knee-"

Immediately your eyes widened and you rolled off of him, watching as he winced and held his hand to his crotch, curling up into a little ball of agony. You were biting your lip, reaching out to brush his hair from his face.

"Sorry", you whined - and you truly were. You hadn't realised that your knee had basically been digging into his dick. You'd been sleeping, for god's sake. "I'm so sorry, Jake, oh god- Are you okay?"

"Yeah", he breathed after minute. "Yeah, good again."

Both of you knew that you certainly hadn't done it intentionally (even though that wouldn't have been the first time, but that's a story for another day) but still you were feeling pretty guilty about the whole thing. So to try and make it up to him, you leaned in and pressed your lips to the shell of his ear.

"I'm sorry, Jakey. Like, really really sorry", you whispered, trailing kisses down his jaw, stopping just before you reached his lips. If there was anything that got Jake Seresin to shut up very quickly - in any and all situations - it was a kiss from you. Or multiple.

His demeanor changed instantly, almost as if in reflex.

"Oh yeah?", he asked, burying a hand in your hair and tugging you back to look him in the eyes. You were fluttering your lashes very obviously at him. "How sorry?"

"Very", you confirmed, flashing him a grin and pulling him into an actual kiss then, flinging your arms around his neck and dragging him down - on top of you, this time, so you wouldn't accidentally hurt him again.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Running from the Flames {14}

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x OFC Warnings: 18+ only, fem rec oral, smut, reliving historic domestic abuse, panic attack - this is a work of fiction and the events are not based on reality. Chapter: One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten || Eleven* || Twelve || Thirteen || Fourteen || Fifteen || under construction

I was lost without Addie and I was constantly looking around for her only to remember she was with dad. Pierre had taken it upon himself to distract me and he was filling the huge spa bath, the fruity scent of strawberry bubble bath drifting on the air to where I waited in the bedroom. 

Since we got back to the hotel he had put me on bed rest and refused to let me do anything but lay down and relax while he did everything. He had set the tv up and placed the remote in my hand, made me a cup of tea, given me my pain killers and ordered room service for us. 

The bathroom door opened and a bit of steam escaped before he closed it behind him and when it cleared I saw he had already stripped down to his underwear.

“How am I meant to rest when you show off all that?” I asked, waving a hand over his almost naked body.

“It’s not my fault you have no restraint, ma chérie.” My heart rate spiked at the heated look in his eyes and he swaggered across the room to me. “This is my favourite part, undressing you.”

His hands were warm and wet from testing the temperature of the water and I shivered as they ran up my thighs, gathering the material of my sundress. 

“You’re just being a tease now,” I said with a pout as he had me sit up and pulled it over my head. 

“I’m taking care of my girl,” he said with an innocent flutter of his lashes. 

“Then take care of your girl,” I dared as I took his hand and ran it down the valley of my breasts, his smirk growing the lower we went. 

Just before our hands reached the waist of my panties he pulled back and shook his head to clear the thoughts that had threatened to take over. Scooping me up in his arms, he carried me to the bathroom with a promise, “behave and I will.”

He perched me on the bathroom sink and rechecked the water before giving me another warning look as he hooked his fingers into my panties and drew them down my legs. It was a reflex action to part my legs for him and he groaned as he saw how wet I was for him, the longing swimming in his eyes before he gave into his desire and dropped to his knees on the tile floor. 

His breath was hot on my thighs and he pulled me to the edge of the vanity so he could bury his face between my legs. My soft moans echoed around the bathroom and slowly grew louder as his tongue teased over my clit before he pressed it flat making stars dance around my vision. 

“More, Pierre, please,” I begged as I laced my fingers in his hair and guided him lower, crying out when his tongue grazed my entrance. “I need you.”

His need equaled my own as he rose to his feet and shoved his boxers down his legs before stepping between mine. I was wet and ready when he stroked his hard length and guided his cock to my dripping cunt, filling me inch by tantalisingly slow inch until our bodies met and we moaned in unison. 

“This is not behaving,” Pierre murmured in my ear between the kisses he traced along my neck.

“No, this is much better.” My nails grazed down his back before I gripped his ass and urged him to move faster.

The water wasn’t as hot as I liked it by the time Pierre stepped into the spa and sat down with me in his lap but it was still a good temperature to relax in as he hit the button to start the jets. 

“Oh god, that feels good,” I sighed as the water jets massaged my lower back while my head rested on Pierre’s shoulder.

“I’m the only thing that you can say that to.”

I nipped at the skin on his collarbone and chuckled at the goosebumps that pricked over his skin. “Don’t be jealous, babe, it’ll still be you sharing my bed tonight.”

He closed his eyes and leaned back comfortably. “And the next, and the next, and every one after that.”

I shifted onto my stomach and lay down across the length of his body so I could look up at him. “Until I start work and then I’ll have to be in Paris Monday to Friday.”

His eyes snapped open and he sat up, pulling me closer and making the water lapped dangerously close to the lip of the bath. “When do you start?”

“After the Belgium GP.”

Tension in the atmosphere skyrocketed as he ran through the races in his head before it fell back with a heavy thud and he sighed. “That’s like halfway through the season.”

The disappointment was palpable and I wished I could erase it from his eyes as he looked away. Unable to stand seeing him sad, I straddled his lap so I could cup his jawline and turn him back to face me. 

“I’ve checked flight lengths and I can make it to most of the qualifiers and race days. Sometimes I’ll have to leave straight after the race finishes to make it back in time for work but at least we will get to spend some time together.”

He dropped his forehead to mine and shook his head ruefully. “I knew this was coming but it still…it sucks.”

“I know, but it’s also only three hours to Paris so you can come and stay with me and Addie on your days off?”

He nodded but the sadness still lingered in his eyes as he pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I miss her already.”

The admission made me smile and I relaxed against him as we just held each other tight while the water cooled around us. 

“We will make this work, Pierre, I promise.”

“We have to,” he said sincerely, “I can’t imagine my life without you in it now that I have you.” 

—

Every part of my body hurt but the worst radiated down my leg and I fought against darkness closing around my vision. Nausea rolled in my stomach as my brain realised what my eyes were seeing and I vomited as my head spun. 

Blood, so much blood. It leaked through my fingers as I tried to cover the bone sticking out of my thigh. 

My vision blurred as liquid ran over them and I tried to wipe it away but more leaked down my face and I saw the same sickening shade of red on my hand. I tried to use my other but more pain lacerated me and it refused to move where it hung limply across the once-white shaggy rug. 

“Help,” my voice was as weak as my body and a dark laugh echoed in my mind. I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over me. “No, no, this isn’t real. You’re gone. You’re not here.”

Erik stepped out the shadows at the top of the stairs and looked down at me. “You did this to yourself,” he said as he leisurely stepped towards me. “You should have just done what you were told. It’s all your fault.”

I shook my head and tried to crawl away but I was too weak. I could do nothing but close my eyes as he finished what he started. 

I knew this wasn’t my recollection of that night, this was just what my brain was able to create from the information the police had pieced together. I would never know the truth of what transpired in the empty void of my memory for those hours because everything Erik said were lies. 

The suffocating weight of Erik was pulled off me and I thrashed as another pair of arms wrapped around me.

��Shhhh, it’s just a nightmare,” Pierre said softly as he ran his hand up and down my back. “Breathe, mon amour, deep breaths.”

I tried to calm my rapid breaths but it was a struggle when I still felt Erik’s hands on me and the sheen of sweat on my skin reminded me of the blood that coagulated around me. 

“I can’t get rid of him,” I panted as the room started to spin. “I can’t. I can’t. Breathe.”

I tried to get up and make it to the balcony that had the promise of the cold night air I needed to shock my lungs back to life but Pierre was still holding me tightly. I couldn’t form words in the panic that gripped me by the throat and struggled in his arms until he pulled away. I couldn’t dwell on the look he gave me as I scrambled off the bed and threw the glass door wide open to gasp in the salty offshore wind that slammed into me. 

“I’m sorry,” I whispered as I stared out over the water crashing upon Sant Miquel Beach in the pre-dawn light. I knew he was behind me, I could feel his presence like a warm blanket I wanted wrapped around me but I needed to ground myself to my own body. I needed to erase the feel of Erik before I could welcome Pierre.

“Bri, you have nothing to apologise for,” he said just as quietly. “How often does that happen?”

“The nightmares used to be every night. The panic attack hasn’t happened for a while.” I reached blindly behind me and felt his fingers lace with mine and he seemed to sense that it was the most I could offer him for the moment. “I think the pain from today might have triggered it, it reminded me of when it was broken that night.”

I closed my eyes as fresh tears leaked out and it felt like they turned to ice on my cheeks as the cold wind kissed the droplets. “You should go back to bed, you need to be rested for your race today.”

My eyes fluttered open when I felt his thumb wipe away my tears and he shook his head. “I’ll be fine, mon amour. Tell me what you need.”

My heartrate had slowly been dropping but it spiked as I turned to him, his intense stare waiting expectantly. He stayed frozen as he waited for me to make the first move and he shuddered as my cold hands slid around his bare waist. “Call me that again.”

I felt his smile that he hid in my hair before he brushed it back behind my ear and kissed the sensitive spot just below it. “You own my heart, mon amour.”

Click here for chapter fifteen.

Tagging: @my-only-way-tocooperatewithlife @anotheroneiforgot

[neowinestainedress]

𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 — 𝐂𝐇. 𝟑

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 — 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 — 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 — 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: lee haechan x oc ; na jaemin x oc 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: fluff, slight angst, childhood best friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, exes to lovers, lovers to exes 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: feelings that shouldn’t exist surface after jaemin proposes to do something with hyejin after haechan declined, and things start to get complicated. 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: they discuss a artwork that could potentially be triggering but idk how to warn you, maybe don't look for it if you're too sensitive (there are animals involved) there's nothing graphic in the chapter ofc 𝐖𝐂: +5k 𝐀/𝐍: please, please, leave feedback if you liked it, and reblog so the story can reach more people! enjoy ♡

Mondays were the worst days of the week. Sunday night was already a bummer when she couldn’t sleep over at Haechan’s place, it was a trauma to be alone after two nights spent by his side. But the idea of having to start another week was even worst. 

“Who the fuck woke me up so soon?” Yeri yelled, stomping down the stairs as the horn kept honking outside. 

“We don’t know,” Ningning replied, shrugging as she continued eating her breakfast. 

“What do you mean you don’t know? Why don’t you check?” The blonde huffed, walking just as angrily to the window. “Isn’t that Haechan’s car?” 

Hyejin furrowed a brow, gulping down the last bit of coffee left in her mug and walking to her friend. “Why would it be?” 

“I don’t know, ask your crazy boyfriend what is he doing at seven in the morning waking the neighbourhood up?” 

“It’s really him, what?” Hyejin gasped, finally seeing him sitting in the passenger seat. 

“Oh, he’s so romantic,” Ningning whispered, bringing her hands on her chest while Yeri glared at her before huffing loudly and storming back to her room, hoping to sleep for at least thirty minutes more. “Come on, go outside!” 

“I’m wearing my nightwear.” 

“Why would he care, move,” her friend urged, pushing her out of the door. 

Her hesitation disappeared when she started running to his car with a big smile on her face. “Hyuck?” 

“Hi, babe,” he said, rolling down the window. “Want me to drop you to work?” 

Her smile widened as she moved her head up and down swiftly. “But I still have to get dressed.” 

“Yeah, I can see,” he giggled, moving his eyes on her frame quickly. “I know it’s early, but I thought we could have breakfast together at the bar next to the library, how’s that sound? They have your favourite sweets.” 

“God, you really want to spoil me today, don’t you?” 

Haechan snorted, clicking his tongue. “As if I don’t spoil you always.” 

She chuckled before taking a few steps back. “I’ll be back soon, wait for me.” 

“Yeah, don’t rush, we have time.” 

She couldn’t don’t rush when rushing meant spending more time with him, also her clothes were already picked up from the night before, so she only needed to wash up and get dressed, and after less than ten minutes she was sitting next to him in the car, ready to start the week. 

“You dress too well to stay in a library all day,” Haechan commented, quickly glancing at her outfit as he drove through the streets of Seoul. 

“Don’t make me blush.”

“You still blush at my compliments?” He teased, smirking smugly. And she rolled her eyes. “Stop pretending not to know the effect you have on me, you know I probably will never stop reacting like a teenager at her first crush.” 

Haechan chuckled before a sweet smile crossed his face. “Because I am your first crush.” 

A sigh rolled from her lips just thinking about it. Thinking back at all the years of yearning for him felt so strange now that she had him right where she always wanted him, and she knew there was no way she was going to leave that haze behind. 

“Unfortunately,” she joked, making him gasp dramatically as he brought one hand to his chest. 

“You should be so glad you have me in your life. Look at you, in less than five minutes I’ll buy you your favourite cupcakes, and then I’ll drive you to work, and I’ll come pick you up this afternoon.” 

“You’ll pick me up?” 

“Do you prefer the metro?” 

“Oh, hell, no,” she replied, trying to hold back the mindless smile, but this was the best Monday in a while. It felt nice, and not so heavy like any other ones where the fears and doubts would slump over her shoulders. And once again her happy moment was him, the only time when she didn’t feel her chest get so heavy. 

“And here we are,” Haechan stated, luckily finding a parking spot right in front of her library that was only a few steps away from the bar. 

“You weren’t so happy yesterday, does Monday bring you a good mood?” She asked, searching for his arms to intertwine with hers as they started making their way to the bakery. 

“What do you mean I wasn’t so happy yesterday?” 

“You were grumpy, and you just seemed, I don’t know, not like this.” 

“Blame it on the Sunday melancholy,” he laughed. “No, but I don’t know, I thought I was fine, just wanted to chill inside the house all day with you.” 

“And Jaemin,” she giggled, pushing the front door open. The smell of freshly baked sweets and bread filled her nose, and the day immediately got better. 

“Please,” he huffed, rolling his eyes. “He always clings to us, but I can’t complain, I missed having him around.” 

“I like him, he’s a fun guy and it’s so nice to talk with him.” 

“Yeah, but can we don’t focus on him even when we’re alone?” 

She laughed, nodding. “Yeah, I’m starving.” 

When the clock hit 5:30 pm, Haechan was outside of the library, waiting for Hyejin to come out. 

“Hi, honey,” he greeted, waving as he leaned against his car. “How was your day?” 

She looked happier, the smile on her face was too big for someone that usually hated the start of the week, and she almost jumped with every step she took. 

“Amazing,” Hyejin replied, throwing herself in his arm, surprising him so much he barely reciprocated the hug. 

“Really? Why?” He asked, opening the door for her before running to his side. 

“Guess what?” She exclaimed, turning to the side to stare at him, the smile on her face never fading. 

“What?” 

“I have two tickets to an art gallery for Saturday!” 

“An art gallery?” Haechan asked, furrowing his brows, and tilting his head. 

“Yeah, the one I wanted to go to, remember?” She was basically jumping on her seat, radiating happiness just at the idea. 

“Yeah, yeah, I do. The contemporary art one, right?” Haechan questioned, making sure he got it right. But, seeing how happy she was, the answer was quite obvious. 

“Yep,” Hyejin exclaimed, clapping her hands. 

“Are you going with Yeri?” 

Her smile dropped as soon as she registered his words. “What do you mean with Yeri?” 

“You’ve got two tickets, didn’t you?” 

She nodded, but the happiness on her face was gone, and her body was pressed against the seat. “Yeah, but I was thinking of going with you.” 

“Oh,” he gasped, diverting his gaze, hands falling on the wheel as his fingers tapped on it nervously. “I wish I could but…” 

“But what?” She asked, urging him to finish the phrase, a bitter edge hidden in her tone. “Already made promises to someone else?” 

“No, no, I just… you know I don’t like art… not contemporary art, to be honest.” 

“But I want to go.” 

“Well, can’t you go with someone else?” 

She opened her mouth to talk but shut it down immediately, slumping back on the seat and humming while pressing her lips together. 

“Hey, I just —” 

“No, it’s fine,” she stopped him, lifting a hand to stop his hand from touching her thigh, not turning to look at him, feeling too vulnerable as tears menaced escaping from her eyes. “I’ll go with someone else, don’t worry.” 

“Yeah, you know, you could go with someone that enjoys it.” 

Hyejin didn’t reply, only nodded as she started getting lost in the city outside. Did he genuinely want her to go with someone that shared her same passion or did he just didn’t get she wanted to spend some time with him? Either way, she was hurt and didn’t want to think about it. “Oh, can you drop me home? I have to help Yeri with something.” 

“Yeah, sure. Though, I thought we could spend at least dinner together.” 

“I don’t know, don’t want it to be too late…” She lied, nervously biting the inside of her cheek. 

“Oh, come on, we’ll eat quickly, I’ll drop you home before 8.” 

She sighed. The truth was she was sad, maybe even a bit mad, and didn’t want to spend more time with him, but then again, she felt she had no right to be mad, Haechan didn’t like art, and found it boring, while she loved it, so it was normal he didn’t want to go with her. That didn’t mean he loved her less than she loved him, or that he didn’t want to spend time with her, he wanted her to enjoy her day. 

“Yeah, fine, just don’t drop me too late,” she smiled, meeting his eyes, and watching as his lips curled in a smile too. 

Hyejin didn’t want to torment Haechan with the same questions, but the more the art gallery got close, the more she couldn’t help but feel sad he didn’t want to go with her. So there she was, one day before, begging him to go with her. 

“Then we can go whatever we want,” she repeated for the nth time, leaving the shoes at the side of the door to wear her slippers that were next to his. 

“Honey, I know, but…” Haechan huffed, fixing his hair and hanging the coat next to the door. It had been a constant nagging the entire ride back home and his brain was already exploding from work, that was the last thing he needed. “I’m exhausted, and I don’t even know if I’ll get up from bed tomorrow. I don’t want to ruin your day, you know I’m insufferable when I get no sleep.” 

“But it’s in the afternoon.” 

Haechan turned around, glaring at her. “You don’t like going to art galleries late, you want to be there first thing in the morning to avoid the queue, I know you.” 

Hyejin huffed, “True, but I would do it for you.” 

“And I said I don’t want to,” he replied before sighing when he saw her expression drop even more. “Hye, come here,” he whispered, pulling her closer by the waist, “I’m too tired for this, it was a long day of an even longer week and I want to spend the weekend rotting in bed. Can you go have fun for me?” 

Hyejin pushed down her throat a sniffle and nodded, keeping her lips together to avoid making weird sounds as she fought back tears. 

“Good,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss her. “I’ll go take a shower, if you are hungry start eating without me.” 

But all the hunger had left her as she dragged her body into the kitchen, surprised of seeing Jaemin there. 

“Oh, no, you listened to it all, didn’t you?” 

Jaemin raised his head, faking surprise and shrugging. “To what?” He had listened, but he didn’t want to seem like the roommate that couldn’t mind his business. Well, he was the roommate who couldn’t mind his business, but was it really his fault if they always bickered in the common spaces? 

She whined, sitting on the chair next to his, resting her head on the table. 

“Why are you sad?” He asked, closing the laptop after making sure he had saved what he was working on.

“I don’t want to distract you from your things.” 

“Nah, I was done anyway. Actually, I wanted to make dinner, wanna help?” 

She shook her head, lifting her upper body again to rub her hands on her face. “I’m not even hungry anymore.” 

Jaemin didn’t answer right away, he only studied her body and her nervous movements. “Did… did you fight?” 

“We didn’t fight, it’s just… oh never mind, I’m childish. He breaks his back at work, and I still whine when he’s too tired to do something with me.” 

“Is this about the art gallery?” 

“How do you know?” 

“Well, you’ve been talking about it for days, I heard you asked him two days ago, and then he talked about it with me.” 

“He did?” She asked, shifting on the seat. Jaemin hummed. “What did he say?” 

“Just that you wanted to go but he doesn’t like it.” 

Another huff rolled from her lips and Jaemin cocked his head to stare at her face that was now facing the table. “See, he just doesn’t like it, even if he wasn’t tired, he wouldn’t come, but is it so bad? We could even go skating after we’re done, I don’t care.” 

Jaemin coughed, fighting with his brain whether to be too upfront with her and tell her all the theories he kept making in his mind as he continuously studied them or not. It truly wasn’t his intention to pay so much attention to the details, but some red flags seemed so loud and clear to him, he couldn’t understand how Hyejin didn’t see them at all. 

“Did you talk to him?” 

“I ran out of words,” she scoffed, throwing her hands in the air. “But it’s fine, I’ll gift them to somebody else.” 

“No,” Jaemin shouted, louder and quicker than he wanted to. “I mean, you want to go, you can’t give it up because he’s not coming.” 

“I know but I don’t want to go alone and I don’t want to go with my friends,” she whispered, focusing on the design of the tablecloth to avoid his gaze, “neither Yeri nor Ningning want to come, and it’s fair, one has a date and the other one has her only free day, so…” 

“Can I come?” 

“What?” Her face lifted, staring at the young man in front of her with shock. 

“I mean, I’d like to go, if you want to, if it’s fine for you,” Jaemin said, the usual confidence of his voice faltering as he struggled to keep eye contact. 

“But I like to go there early and I’m annoying because I really love contemporary art and everybody hates it, I mean, I kinda hate it too but I think it’s funnier sometimes, you have so much freedom to come up with things when you look at the art and you can criticize it, oh, see,” she chuckled as she realized she started to talk no-stop. “I’m even worse when I have it in front of me.” 

Jaemin chuckled, grabbing her hand and caressing it. “I talk too much, too, so it would be incoherent for me to criticize you, don’t you think so?” 

“Yeah, but you talk about interesting things…” she said, quickly moving her eyes from their hands to his eyes. 

“This is interesting. So, what time tomorrow?” 

Hyejin’s smile reached ear to ear while the hype sparkled in her again, the idea of not having to go there alone and being with someone that seemed as interested as she was, was the best news of the day. 

“7:30, so we can be there at 8:00.” 

“Early bird, got it.” 

Jaemin wasn’t interested in contemporary art at all. To be honest, he simply never understood it and found it nerve-wracking how the lines about the definition of art blurred after the ‘60. But as he drove to the gallery he realized that he had found someone that was going to make him change his mind. 

Hyejin was the personification of happiness and excitement. When he parked out of her house at 7:20, she was already there, waiting under the porch, and rushed inside in the blink of an eye. And now she couldn’t stop talking about the things they were going to see. 

“Ever thought about being a teacher?” Jaemin asked, stopping her explanation of the life of Jean-Michel Basquiat. 

“Me? A teacher?” 

“Yeah, I mean, I know your dream is to be an artist but maybe you could teach and start your artist career as a side hustle.” 

“Oh, I’ve never thought about it. Do you think I’d be great?” 

“I think you’d be amazing,” he smiled, making her look away. 

“Well, I love my book club with kids, I wait for Friday mostly for them.” 

“See,” he said. “I’ve never seen you, but I think you’re good with them.” 

“You got that just from my rants that probably already gave you a headache?” 

“Oh, shut up,” he laughed. “I love how you explain things, it’s simple and clear, but you still give nice details and your passion is loud.” 

“Thanks,” she mumbled, biting her nails, and smiling shyly at him. 

“It’s the truth,” Jaemin smiled back before looking at the road again. 

When they exited the place it was around 10:00 am, the sun was by now high in the sky and the temperature was warmer, but none of them wanted to go back home, so they decided to go for a walk. 

“So, are you traumatized?” Hyejin asked, walking at his side, feeling their shoulders brush. “You didn’t talk much.” 

“Oh, I didn’t…” 

“Was it disappointing?” 

“No, I’m just speechless. Okay, so I never cared much about contemporary art, and I didn’t find it boring like Haechan, but I found it irritating.” 

“And you still came here for me?” She asked, not able to kill the smile that was forming on her face. 

Jaemin nodded, smiling shyly. 

“Oh, I owe you something.” 

“No, you don’t because I loved it,” he confessed.  

“You did? You don’t have to lie, I don’t take it personally.” 

“Yeah, I know,” he smiled. “But you are too good of a teacher and I’ve learned new things and turns out it is funny to stare at a blank canvas and see whatever the hell I want in it.” 

Hyejin laughed, mind going back to when the guide asked what they saw in that painting and he nonchalantly said ‘a burger’. “The guide wanted to kill you.” 

“What? It’s freedom of speech and imagination, ugh?” He laughed, eyes crinkling up. “Okay, I’m just starving, I was starting to see food everywhere.” 

“Want to have brunch?” 

“Should we? Even if after seeing ‘Mother and child divided’ I’m not so hungry anymore, especially not for burgers.” 

Hyejin chuckled, shaking her hair to move the long strands of the bang from her eyes. “The love-hate relationship I have with that work is not unexplainable.” 

Jaemin’s face twisted in disgust for a moment. “There’s a way to love it?” 

“I mean, I like the double message, and mostly I love how the mother and son relationship has always been a pivotal point in art and in this work is so… revolutionized. Think about it, when you think about that in art what comes to mind?” 

Jaemin thought about it for a minute before answering, “The Madonna and Jesus?” 

“Exactly! A holy image, of the purest kind of love, in an idyllic setting and then, all of a sudden, this is gone, it’s macabre and cruel. The love that should last forever, that bond that should never break, is torn apart. And it’s portrayed by a cow and a calf put in a tank. It’s shocking, but cool… if only those animals weren’t real. But also, if they were plastic, would it induce the same sense of irritation and anger? Like, seeing that makes me angry for so many things, the idea that a child was torn in two and separated by his mother is cruel and revolting,” she explained, gesticulating and stopping herself because she had so much to say. 

His lips curled in a soft smile as he stared at her getting so worked up. “I only stopped at revolting when I saw it, so that’s what I mean when I say you have so much passion in you.” 

Hyejin chuckled. “That’s why I stopped hating contemporary art so much, I was like you, getting mad and saying that it wasn’t real art, but then when you study those artists and what they want to say, you realize that you will always play their game. Every time you say that you could’ve done it too, that it’s outrageous, that it took them nothing, you pay them attention, you try to find a meaning in what they do and even if you think you’re not, they have you hooked on their art.” 

Jaemin smiled tenderly. “So you say, you might as well take a jump in their no sense and have fun?” 

“Exactly.” 

“And what about you?” 

“Me?” 

“Your art? Do you want to traumatize people, too?” 

“No, don’t worry, you won’t find corpses of any kind in the freezer because I need them for artistic purposes,” she joked. “Should we talk about this in there? It looks like a nice restaurant?” She asked when a sign caught her attention as they were walking by. 

“Yeah, let’s go.” 

When they entered the place, they sat down at a table and ordered something to eat. 

“So, you were saying?” 

“My art is simple, classic, basic.”��

Jaemin glared at her. “I’d love to see the passion you put into other people’s art into yours.” 

“I try to but I… I don’t even know what my art is anymore. It was personal, and it has always worked as a diary. I’m pretty good at different things, from realism to abstractionism, I do well even with sculptures, but I don’t think what I loved about my art was the technique. I loved the way my hands followed my heart, I would vomit my emotions on the canvas and just let go. I didn’t even care when I had to try and retry. Now I know I would start to compulsively look at the tiniest details, the proportions are not perfect at 100%, the spacing between the eyes looks weird, the shadows are surely wrong, and on and on and on…” 

Jaemin sighed, smiling briefly at the waitress that brought their drinks and the appetizers. “Why?” 

Hyejin shrugged before bringing the glass to her lips. “I… I can’t afford that. I want a future with Haechan, but we can’t have it now with a job that pays me, imagine if I drop everything to live off with art. I can’t put this weight on him.” 

“But you could at least still keep the flame alive?” He dared to say. 

“And how? I don’t have time for that.” 

Jaemin snorted and she raised a brow. “What’s so funny?” 

“I’m just… never mind.” 

“No, speak, or I’ll make art right now by pushing a fork in your arm.” 

“Fine, fine,” he gave up. “Instead of coming to our place every evening to cook, you could go to your place and paint.” 

“Damn, you really don’t want me home,” she joked.  

“When did I say it?” He asked, raising a brow. “It’s just... Haechan works but then he always finds time to play games with Jeno, or go out with some other friends, or even just chill on the sofa. You? You come home and cook and clean…” 

“I do it because I want to.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he dismissed her, looking at his plate because he knew it was a lost cause to start with.  

Hyejin furrowed. “You still think he treats me like a maid?” 

“I’m not saying he treats you like a maid, I’m saying you… you love him too much.” 

“What?” She gasped.

“You can do it for him. I know you just want to stay under the same roof and know that he’s in the other room and have dinner together, but you loved art and you shouldn’t push that passion away completely.”

“I didn’t push it away for him, it won’t give me a future. And I know what I want, I have to work hard for that.” 

Jaemin hummed, biting back the bitter remark, stopping himself from screaming why can’t you see the evidence? “And what’s the future?” 

“So you can judge even that?” She joked, but the bitter edge in her voice reached his ears anyway. 

He felt a painful clench in his heart and his smile dropped. “I only care for you, I don’t want to judge.” 

“I know you do, but I’m a grown-up, and we have to make decisions when we grow up, don’t we? If I do what I do, it’s because I want to and because I know that going to my place and starting to paint when that paint won’t see the light of the day will just kill me more.” 

Jaemin nodded. “Yeah, sure. Sorry for being… too much into your business.” 

“Don’t worry, it’s fine.” 

The first intention was to go home, but when after taking a different route because the road was closed, they saw an amusement park, they couldn’t help but stop by. 

“You have no idea how many times I begged Haechan to come with me,” Hyejin said, hopping around. 

“Damn, always too tired from work, isn’t he?” Jaemin whispered bitterly but she barely heard. 

“What?” 

“No, nothing, you’re here now, isn’t it nice?” 

Her smile widened even more as she nodded. “I love it.”

“So, any ride you’d like to try?” He asked, trying to turn into a tomato when her hand searched for his. 

“Mhh, don’t know. Any suggestion?”

He cleared his throat, looking around, more to find an excuse to don’t have to look into her shiny eyes than to look at the attractions. “I mean, are you in a rush? Because if you’re not, we can try them all for me.”

Her eyes lit up while her lips moved up in a grin. “Are you sure?” She asked, trying to mask the happiness and excitement in her voice. 

Jaemin nodded, “Anything you want.”

“Carousel first.”

After two hours they tried every ride in the park, even going on some twice. They felt strained, but adrenaline was rushing in their bones as they talked about anything and everything and occasionally sang and danced along to the music coming from the big speakers at the corners. 

“Oh look, you can win a couple of bunnies!” Hyejin exclaimed, seeing the stand as they were walking out of the park. 

“Do you want them?” Jaemin asked, staring at where her finger was pointing. 

“Yes! So I can give one to Hycuk.” 

Jaemin shouldn’t have felt that twisting pain in his heart as those words left her mouth and she started walking speedily to the booth to try to win the plushies, but he felt it anyway. He couldn’t believe she was so blindly in love with Haechan. But he shrugged it off and followed her. 

Jaemin stood a few steps back, leaning against the pillar of the stall as he watched her handle the gun and shoot at the cans, failing all her tries of the first round. A smile curled his lips as she huffed and shook the bangs out of her face to try to get a better aim. But when even the second try failed, Jaemin couldn’t stand looking at her sulk on it more. 

“I’ll try,” he said, handing the money to the cashier and taking the water gun from her hands. 

“Jaem, you don’t have to.”

“I know,” he said, turning around and smiling at her. “I want to.” Jaemin would’ve indulged more in her cheeks heating up and the big smile on her face if it wasn’t for the bell ringing, signalling the start of the game. 

“You need to take down five of them to get the bunnies,” the man behind the cashier reminded him when he knocked the first one down. 

Hyejin rolled her eyes, grunting lowly because there was no need to be so annoying. But even though she was cheering on him, she didn’t expect him to keep pushing the cans down. His aim was perfect, and nothing could distract him from his goals. And so lost in everything, she stopped thinking that he was so handsome, it was a shame he was still single. But when the bell rang and brought her out of her thoughts, she saw the score on the screen. 

“I can’t believe you won them,” she screamed when Jaemin turned around, winking at her before grabbing the two plushies from the man in the stand and handing them to her. 

Jaemin smiled tenderly, watching her jump on the spot as she held them tight on her chest. He shrugged, starting to walk over to the parking lot as she followed by his side. “It seemed like you wanted them badly, thought I could help.” 

Her eyes lit up more before she stood on her tiptoes to leave a small peck on his cheeks. “Thank you so much. You’re the best. I can’t wait to give this to Hyuck.” 

Jaemin’s smile turned bitter, but his cheeks were still bright red from the kiss of before. “I’m sure he’ll love it.” 

“I hope so,” she said, trailing off as she waited for him to open the car. “I don’t know, sometimes I feel like… it’s almost as if I don’t know him anymore.” 

“You’re not sure he would like them?” Jaemin asked, watching her play with the fur of the plush before starting the car to head home. 

Hyejin shrugged, letting out a low huff. “It’s not about these, it’s about a lot of things. I’ve known him since forever, and yet sometimes I get this feeling we’re almost strangers.” 

Jaemin chuckled. “You two? Strangers?” 

“Yeah, it’s absurd, right?” She said, looking at him. Jaemin nodded and she sighed again. “Maybe it’s just life that makes it hard. But I hate that I do things for him thinking he’ll love them and then he’s just not as excited as me, or not like I expect him to be… with me.”

Jaemin kept quiet, he didn’t know what to say. Honestly, he didn’t want to hurt her with what he thought was the reason. As the months went by, he simply thought they both loved each other deeply but differently and somehow it made it look like Haechan loved her a bit less. 

“I feel like I became too much for him, you know? And I’m always afraid I’ll do something wrong. I don’t want to upset him, but also I miss what we used to have when we were in college. He always found a way to spend time with me, he would help me study even if he didn’t know a thing about my degree,” she said with a small melancholic smile on her face. “God, he even asked for the recipe of a dish I loved to prepare it at home because we couldn’t go out often.”

Jaemin smiled, caressing the hand on her thigh in reassurance. “He loves you, don’t doubt that.” 

“I know,” she whispered, clearly trying to fight back tears, “but I wonder if we’re right for each other. He never…” she sighed, looking out of the window and taking a deep breath. “He never saw me, not like I would see him. And… oh, Jesus, I’m so annoying, aren’t I?” 

“No, you’re not,” he reassured. “Let it out, Hyejin. It’s alright.” 

“No, because it’s just me and my stupid paranoias. I loved him for so long, hurting so much because he would see right through me, and now that I have him, I still have that lingering fear I am not enough. I try so hard to keep this up because I’m terrified I’ll lose a friend before I’ll lose a lover.” 

Jaemin gulped, feeling heaviness in his heart. Haechan meant so much to her. He wanted to say these paranoias were useless, but he didn’t feel like lying. “I don’t think you should stress about it. Now let’s go home and give him that bunny, alright? He’ll love it.” 

Hyejin forced a smile on her lips and blinked the tears away before nodding. But the silence that surrounded them felt agonizing, so she had to fill it somehow. “Remember when I told you about Zoya?” 

“Yeah, why?” 

“She asked me and Haechan to hang out next week, I thought you could tag along.” 

“Oh,” he whispered, swallowing the gulp in his throat, “to get to know her?” 

“Yes, of course, silly. Why else?” She asked, pushing him playfully. 

“I love how you keep not-so-subtly telling me I’m bitchless,” he chuckled and she laughed too. 

“I just think you two would make a great match,” she explained. “And I…” she breathed out, biting the inside of her cheek, “… I kinda don’t want to be just us. It doesn’t even have to be to get with her, just to hang out with us and make a new friend.” 

“Why don’t you want to be just you, her and Hyuck? I thought you were friends?” 

“Yes, we are,” she replied. “I don’t mind being just us, but it’s been just us for years, nothing wrong with adding another one,” she clarified, voice shaking and fingers fidgeting with the paw of the toy. 

Jaemin glimpsed at her, not convinced at all, but shrugged. “Fine, I’ll come.” 

“Perfect! I’ll tell her tomorrow, so she can book the table for four,” Hyejin cheered, beaming at him. “I think we’ve gone too far from home.” 

“Yeah, I just noticed how far we’ve driven to get to that park,” he chuckled. “Are you tired?” He asked when she yawned. 

Hyejin giggled in embarrassment and then nodded. “A bit.” 

“You can rest if you want,” he proposed her. “I think we won’t be home sooner than an hour.” 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to leave you alone.” 

“No, don’t worry. Just relax.” 

“Thank you.” 

As he ever so often glimpsed at her falling asleep on the passenger seat, Jaemin realized a painful truth; he didn’t want Zoya or any other woman, he wanted her. 

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[shiraishi--kanade]

Disappeared for rehearsal but your anger is totally justified and honestly as a wxs fan I am so so disappointed in the ones who start hating on vbs for this and completely misinterpreting all this and callig it useless for no other reason other than spite. Grow up oh my god.

Ofc i also was excited for limited tsks5 (but moreso for the possibility for long haired rui bc samurai-ish set?) but it's not like. The end of the world. Idk i just feel like this is such childish behaviour and you, especially as a vbs oshi, deserve to be mad bc honestly. The twitter community is so tiring. Prsk twt fandom stop idolising n25 and wxs and acting like everything else is a problem and bad and not worth it challenge absolute fail!!!!

And you're def also a big reason i grew to understand and love vbs more and always talk with sense and u know a lot of things so if you were excited and this is making u mad than it must even worse so I'm so sorry. Pls be sure to take time to yourself if you need it to not interact with anyone who's acting Like That bc your enjoyment is the most important!!

I'm excited tho!! I do need to catch up on vbs stories yo understand all of this better, bc i have an idea but not like. A clear one. And this definitely is a very good motivation because !!!!! THIS IS SO BIG!!!

Oh trust me, I was excited for Tsukasa5 being limited as well (multiple reasons, aside from what you've said: while I understand the reasoning behind this set being lim, I genuinely wish it wasn't because it'll likely lock side stories and generally nice story moments from some players forever which is unfair, and I don't think shouldn't have been lim in the same way Canary event or Our Happy Ending or Saying Goodbye to My persona weren't; I'm also pissed off by, as I already said, VERY BAD TERRIBLE NO GOOD precedent for the greedy and unfair gacha this banner sets up). It's majorly messed up from Sega's part to do that with him, but it's not because they hate WxS as characters or something, it's because they know they can put a limited event, a WLE (semi-limited) and then a fan-favourite unlimited banner and still get profit from all of it, possibly more than they would if the distribution was better. It's not them hating WxS fans (if anything, VBS fans are more screwed), it's just corporate greed that we need to stop personifying.

I guess I'm just majorly disappointed, more even in the VBS fans being... Like this than the outside reaction. VBS have always been a running joke withing the fandom let's be honest, not a lot of people take them and their (very interesting) themes seriously at all (which is partially why LUtF had so much backlash for suddenly getting serious as if VBS weren't already that). Others' reaction to The Event was always something that I could predict, the amplification of it by the malicious planning is unfortunate but understandable. It's the in-fandom panic and the discovery that people who claim to be fans genuinely do not read the events, do not read the events' synopsis, the events' short summaries and then proceed to have insane takes and spread them as truth that got me upset the most I think lol.

That said my rage is amplified a lot here, mostly for laughs. I am majorly annoyed and miffed because I was expecting at least the VBS fans to be hyped and excited so we could all celebrate, but oh well. Forgot I have different definition of "a fan of a unit" than 90% of the fandom. I still know a lot of people who are on the same wavelength as me and we can get hyped together though, so like I said, it doesn't upset me too much, just makes me want to whack some people with a comically oversized hammer. I'll be just fine.

Thanks though! :D

Edit: hope you had fun at the rehearsal by the way!

[cosmic-bat]

I originally didn’t want to make a post about the London meet and greet because I don't want to come across like I'm bragging or anything but if anyone (@spooky-cowfish especially) really does want to read about it then here you go...

So we go into the main gig hall and the boys are all standing at the barrier, well Chris is straddling it and has trouble getting over which was quite funny. They count us a few times as everyone filters in which made it felt like a school trip😂.

After the initial hello they say they're gonna do individual photos and talking/questions so they all split off in different directions. Pi walks straight towards me and my new queue friend and we were not prepared 😂 we awkwardly say hi and take photos, he asked if I wanted anything signed and I had a small rainbow flag but I'd forgotten a pen so he said he'd come back to sign it. Can I just say his eyes are so piercing!!! Like woah!!!! He has great energy too.

Next I went to Gared and the awkwardness had gone so I managed to chat and joke with him more. He's super nice and quick witted, very funny. I managed to borrow a pen from someone and made a stupid joke about him being left handed and he went "No I'm just trying it out" 🤣😭 I'm sorry Gared. I told him to just sign anywhere but he said "No, I have to do it properly" he's so sweet!!

Then I went to Klaas and omfg, first thing I did was ask for a hug so we hugged and I squeezed his waist (it had to be done). He is so lovely, we chatted about fancy venues and he bragged about how he saw ghost years ago in a nice small venue, his favourite Ghost song is Mummy Dust btw! I can't lie, I was just staring at his long hair and cute glasses for a bit without realising🤣.

Then I got to Nik and he was the most prepared cuz he actually brought a pen lmao. Anyway he's super chill and easy to talk to, he asks you where you're from and how far you've travelled to get there. After he signed my flag I say danke cuz it just comes out naturally now and he looks me dead in the eye and says "You're welcome" LOL.

Before leaving him Pi was walking past so I called out and asked for him to use Nik's pen to sign my flag and ofc he was like "Oooo what pen am I using?😏" Nik handed him the sharpie and was like "This one, not the other one down boy. That's later" and I was standing there like 👁👄👁 wtf is happening right now.

And then Chris was left. He's just so lovely and sweet too omg! When he took my phone to take a selfie (I think we had all decided the boys to take the pics cuz they're good at it lol) he somehow changed the camera to video and omg it's my favourite thing, he says "It's filming!" when we realise it's a video and I've had it going around and around in my head for days🤣. I get a selfie with him and then he takes a pic of our shoes cuz apparently his new photo thing is shoes. My mouth works faster than my brain so I say "Wikifeet?" as a joke and he's like "No it's not a kink thing."

Anyway I ask him to sign the flag and am about to shout for anyone with a pen I can borrow again but Chris is like "I'll go steal Nik's." and he just runs off to get it🤣. I go to help him hold the flag tight so it's easier to sign like I did with the others but he's there holding it against his thigh figuring out which side is the right one😂.

Then it's the group photo in the final minutes, so everyone is walking towards the barrier, I am stupidly walking backwards and fucking walk into Nik omfg PSA: look where you're walking otherwise you may bump into a drummer! Klaas appears next to me out of nowhere then he kneels down on the floor (you can see this in the London group photo lmao), so I'm like 'oh god I'm gonna have to get down there too otherwise it'll look weird' so I awkwardly get on the floor and copy his pose cuz no way am I gonna be down there on both my knees😂 A few photos were taken with count downs done in multiple languages. Then Klaas stands back up so effortlessly and I'm there struggling cuz my platform boots are heavy. Once I'm up Klaas says "You made it!" like ha ha yeahhhh.... I should start working out😂

Finally we say bye then us lot get taken into a corridor that's on the other side of the venue instead of being let back out into the queue outside. So I'm there chatting away to my new friend and I pull out google maps to show her where abouts I live cuz we want to meet up again. But all of a sudden I feel a hand on my shoulder and a sweet "Excuse me" and I turn to find Pi behind us trying to get past LMFAO OOPS.

Honestly it was the best night of my life.

Although, I have to say one more thing. It was interesting to watch the standard queue being let in and everyone rushed to the middle and Pi's side, I was like 'well, more Klaas for me then hehe'.

[alyimoss]

For the ask game!!

9. What's your all time favourite movie/tv show?

:]

oughh see i am the worst bitch to ask this kinda question bc i just. do not watch movies/shows. i dont have the attention span for them, and most of the time just. cannot get into new stuff, either bc of lack of interest or because im scared ill hyperfixate and die.

to compensate, i will tell you about a movie that is not my favorite in the slightest and the most recent show i watched!

so i watched this movie in ?? first grade?? in russia. its called arthur and the invisibles, it a french (?) movie abt some fucking kid whos. trying to save his grandfathers farm/house/farmhouse?? and in the process gets shrunk down to teeny size and helps the teeny people. do. something idkf. i remember very little about it other than some details that were forcibly injected into my brain fairly recently and the fact that the like. pre-teen or teen protag had a love interest twice his age. and it was!! uncomfortable!! and i dont know how they let that slide, but that movie was made it. idk what year, but if i had to guess, probably early 2000s?? so. yeah those werent really the best times...

anyway yeah i was almost completely convinced id hallucinated that movie until maybe 2 or 3 months ago?? when i watched a wayneradiotv vod (or highlights video god if i remember) where he played a game based on that movie. and it was bad. and i am upset that it turned out to be real. and it had at least one sequel for some fucking reason?? so thats. interesting.

the most recent show i watched was steven universe! which i rewatched the entirety of in like. a week. and i liked it! i hadnt watched it since. idfk when, actually, but its been a long time. i hadnt watched a lot of the season 5 episodes, id only seen the finale bc everyone was talking abt it (and how bad it was) when it aired and i wanted to see for myself. and id never seen the movie or future before, so that was an experience. annd yeah now i have a lot to say abt that show which can be summarized with "if it was allowed to run for several more seasons it wouldve been godlike" bc. that show is based on time. thats the number one thing abt it. that it takes time to heal. time is the center of its fucking pilot they knew what they were doing. so ofc when it was rushed it showed and was bad, that show cant be rushed in order to be good. no show can, really, but especially not that one. anyway

yeahh not really a movies/shows guy lmao. envy those who are, but. ill just stick to. the one thing im hyperfixating on and virtually nothing else. forever.

[dickytwister]

💭🌴💯 for Finley, 🐈🤍🍝 for Maxwell & 💚🍦🎶 for Carter <3

THANK U SM MWAHH

💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — what is your oc's MBTI, enneagram, and/or other personality aspects (if known/interested in)?

his mbti is infp (which fits him sm bc of how like. caring. and idealistic he can be) and his enneagram is 6w5 (the guardian) which, again, SO fitting for a man like him. so loyal but also very pensive kinda guy. analytical one might say.

🌴 PALM TREE — does your oc have a green thumb? do they enjoy gardening?

i never really thought abt it before but. god he DOES have a green thumb actually!! his apartment is full of plants because he still feels weird being in night city and wants to remember being outside (even tho "outside" is a desert). i think he also grows plants to manifest the future he wants, aka being at peace in a place that's connected to nature and had NOTHING to do with night city. he also gardens i've decided just now bc he can't stand all the factory foods (which is gonna be a useful skill when he DOES get his little haven away from everything!!)

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

– finley is trans!! it's a ripperdoc in the bakkers that did his top surgery a few years ago and there were some complications (normal thing to happen in the badlands methink) so his scars are now a little jagged and strange, but he loves them nonetheless – was taken by raffen shivs as a kid to be sold or eviscerated. he ended up killing and maiming his way out of the camp with a scalpel and running away before being found by some bakkers scouts. – sometimes, when he can't sleep in his apartment, he goes down to the garage and sleeps in his car. it's something that's more familiar to him and it soothes him despite the grief that comes with it.

🐈 CAT — does your oc prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends?

he definitely prefers a few close friends. doing what he does—infiltrating the project at eden's gate years ago and now juggling his allegiances as best as he can—, it's much safer to only rely on a few friends he can really depend on rather than risk being ratted out by hanging out with too many people. he's also very slow to trust, so he's never even had a wide circle of friends, even as a child.

🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits?

– maxwell is an excellent hunter. he learned as a child with his uncle and his big brother achilles. he never liked it. – tends to be quieter in most situations, only there as support for whoever he's with (be it jacob or eli). he doesn't take sides during fights, which is why he's so conflicted about the reaping and its factions. – doesn't listen to much music. idk if this counts as a trait but there it is!! my poor underdeveloped boy

🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)?

he likes homemade foods, no matter what that food might be, but the food that brings him the most comfort is saltines and peanut butter. it's just a little snack he used to get as a kid when they were a little tight on money and it brings back a lot of memories, good and bad.

💚 GREEN HEART — does your oc prefer being inside or outside?

outside!! carter grew up on a spaceship, so being outside on earth is one of his favourite thing. i mean, there are trees, flowers, rivers, lakes, animals, bugs!! so many things to see, so many beautiful colours, so many different smells!!

🍦 SOFT ICE CREAM — what is/are your oc's favorite ice cream flavor(s)?

strawberry,,,, he's a very strawberry and banana kinda little guy and strawberry ice cream is just so sweet AND pretty. all pink. important also to note he hates pistachio ice cream (projecting that on him rn)

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

carter listens to all kinds of music!! growing up with peter quill as a father, he ofc listened to a lot of music from the 70's and 80's and they're what he listens to the most nowadays, but he also enjoys pop music a lot and the shrek 2 soundtrack!! he's also a BIG fan of dolly parton

ask me about my ocs!! 💙

[choicesmc]

you can answer for any of your ocs, how many ever times you'd like ^^

you know how sometimes superheroes have the most mundane, most common weaknesses? like superman's got his kryptonite, aquaman's got 'lack of water', you get the idea. so if your character is somehow a superhero of sorts (or just someone with powers, prowess, etc, needn't be all "sci-fi-y") what is the silliest weakness you can come up with for them? and how does it affect their everyday life? for eg, do they have to concoct a complicated morning routine because they're allergic to alarm clocks? what if they are fatal/have a weakness to the material their tyres/tires are made of, so if their car breaks down somewhere, they'd have to rely on an overcomplicated way to get to work/school/home etc?

the world's destroyed, your character goes through a massive career/life change from what they were before to being the designated city planner (think of it as a Sims situation). besides the obvious - constructing houses, etc, what is the first project they get to first? maybe something related to their old career/life? maybe something whimsical like a detailed amusement park? a giant utility store? also in the process of constructing their fav structure, how does that look like? do they take any inspirations from their favourite structures? do they go for simplistic designs or do they wish to experiment more (given it's a Sims-esque situation where infinite resources are available at their disposal)

thank you so much for answering!! <3

Q1 RAMS 

oH, EASY. Rams’ ability would be turning back time. No sweat. Only do it every four hours after a nice nap, though.(Defined as lasting 30+ minutes in length of uninterrupted sleep.) Which is frustrating. Now co has to make sure to sleep every night for at least 30 minutes. Co has to plan around co’s time restraints. Club activities? Nah, gotta make sure to take a nap. It literally just forces co to have a semi-healthy sleep schedule 😭

FIONA 

Fiona is so illusionist coded so that’s what he is. An illusionist. Downside: can’t illusion-up anything that already exists. So another Fiona? Nope, that exists. A tank? Considered to already exist. Where it gets funky is what counts as ‘already existing’ like current Fiona can’t be conjured but Fiona-if-I-never-went-to-law-school can! Tanks are out of the question but dragons are cool! (though not ones that ‘already exist’ like Ancalagon from LOTR) Fiona’ll have a fun time figuring out what’s covered and not covered and I think it’ll fascinate him and also drive him insane (no worries, he’s used to it —it’s just physics in a nutshell)   

Q2  RIN 

Gods Rin as a city planner is literally god sent. First things first would be housing (ofc) but next? Community centers. Everyone would have nice access to a local community center. Libraries are peppered everywhere and the public transport system would run like a well oiled machine and could take you everywhere no matter how far away it is. Basically, Rin’s ideal city would be really accessible without a car. 

Circling back to the community centers, Rin would pour so much into them. They’d have activities for all age groups and not just young children + elderly people. The floor plan would be pretty open, large windows, lots of natural light –that sort of thing. Though the building would only be a small part of it, there’s the outside properties and here Rin gets to have lots and lots of fun. 

Firstly, the landscape would be native plants. That means St Augustine grass will no longer exist in her city. That stuff can stay out of her life for good. Food forests? Also great. Great stuff that she’d like to incorporate on the premises. Something like a community garden would also be good but she has problems with how most are run and would have to tinker with the idea a bit. 

(honestly Rin would reshape society from the bottom up. Like she does not like the current state of things.)

[chocoenvy]

Mentions of execution!! “Your Grace!” Slowly, you regained your consciousness from a slumber you do not know how long lasted, not only that but so did the aching parts of your body. You wonder how you managed to gain such blows when a call from someone beside you did you slowly remember the events of that day. Why were you covered in the softest blankets when before, you were always in the brink of meeting death with cold eyes glaring down at your form, eyes that belonged to the characters you once adored? Why were you all of a sudden treated like royalty when before, you were accused as an imposter of a god you don’t ever recall in the game? There was so much more. But most importantly, why did they finally decide to spare you when you had finally accepted your fate? That time you had finally given up running away, you can’t live like this forever. Not with all your favourite characters chasing you down for your blood. Yet they had the audacity to kneel down in front of you, asking for punishment in exchange for what irreversible wounds they have done. “If its a punishment that you want.” They look up at you eager, it’s disgusting. “Maybe an execution would suffice.” Taking someone’s life was never something you would consider, of course. “And your punishment is to finish what you have started.” They look at you agape, it was slowly dawning to them what you meant by that, with your tired eyes that had already long given up hope. The execution was never meant for them. “End me, and that would be your punishment.” It was for you. Panicked claims and sobs filled the room, they tried to reason with you, that they couldn’t so such a thing (funny to think they’d say that when the other day they never had a second thought to ending your life before they saw the droplet of gold drip down the weapon they used to impale you) but this was a direct order from you after all, what else can they do? Even if you had recovered from this, even if you slowly got along with them. You can never recover from what they have done to you. Never. You could no longer see them the same again. — UHHHH i had this in my mind for a while AND WANTED TO SHARE i wanted to share it to you as an idea form BUT I WANTED TO TRY WRITING FOR THE FIRST TIME- well not first time but i wanted to try using this as a practice- PLUS this is my first sagau that ive written AND I WANTED TO SEE WHAT YOUR TAKE ON IT WOULD BE LIKE BECAUSE I LOVE YOUR WRITINF (if ur okay with it ofc) summary basically: mc gives up and wants everything to end but at that moment did the characters realize they are the god and seeks for the punishment and tbat punishment is to finish what they started and kill mc in fromt of the whole teyvat to see hahahahahahah-

AAA SKFJSALFKASJF NO BC THIS IDEA <333 (for some reason i just never saw this ask dkfjdksfjsdfs but dear lord the idea is immaculate <333)

I did a little blurb based on this bc this idea is <333 so good love the angst <3

warnings: suicide ideation, cult behaviors, reader is very mentally unstable

The rapid switch from disgust to fear and respect on their faces repulsed you. But your expression remained the same, dull and tired.

"Any punishment you see fit," Their voices were shaky as they knelt, "We'll accept in stride."

Your eyes looked down on them without a shred of satisfaction or even relief. In fact, a frown tugged down at your lips, "So now you say that... Why is that? That you only take it back now."

Excuses bubbled up to their lips, lame and poorly thought out. Nothing that would hold any weight in your heart so you never let them start.

"I don't want anything you weren't willing to give me before," You hung your head, tired and dull eyes meeting those of the kneeling archons, "So kill me. Finish what you've started and kill me like you would have killed me if I were human. Show us how cruel you are."

The archons eyes were fear-stricken and wild, protests escaping their mouth without a second thought, begging you for a shred of kindness.

"We could never do something like that to you-" The title was on the tip of the archer's tongue. His anemo-infused arrow had struck your body a plethora of times, always leaving you with a numb limb. He, in fact, had been the reason you were caught today. He had managed to get strikes in both of your legs, causing you to be immobile for a bit.

"But you could." Your voice was quiet but sharp, cold but so very tired, "You were about to. There's nothing different now, so come on." Annoyance edged its way into your tone, you had to grit your teeth to stop the tears from blurring your vision, "Kill me like you were just about to. Kill me like you've been longing to for the past few months."

The archons had no words, only anguish as their bodies shook. They could never kill you, their god, but they had been so close to doing so. The true reality of what they almost did sunk in, and they were sure this was the worst point in their entire lives.

But you weren't done, you were serious in your claims for execution, and you weren't going to stop until you were dead by the archons' hands.

Just as they had wanted it.

[heartshapedbubble]

Hello! if u can, can i request some hcs for William and Luchino (Surv) with a s/o that looks scary and intimidating but in reality they're a big softie? ty <3

ofc!! so happy that my first x reader post/req is with luchi and will, i love them both sm - here you go<3

william ellis and luchino diruse with a S/O that looks intimidating but they're actually a softie🏈🦎

william ellis🏈

tbh william was pretty intimidated by you when you first joined

yeah he might be buff and strong and all but he's still a bit of a scaredy cat, okay?

he'll try his best to not make you mad or annoyed - he'll just avoid getting in your way

it's kinda funny seeing him run directly into eldritch gods with no second thought but you being someone that he's too scared to even approach lmao

during matches he has this urge to show off more than usual so you could think he's worthy and not just a pest in your way

however, one time he gets appointed to decode the last cipher with you - he's kinda hesitant...

...but once he starts chatting you, it was like his worries vanished into thin air! he didn't expect that you're actually a softie at all

he's extremely honest so he immediately confesses to you about how he used to avoid you out of fear and it makes you laugh

now that he realized he has a fluffball beside him he can give you bear hugs and carry you around all he wants >:))))

if you guys have extra time during matches since someone else is decoding he'll carry you to the gate and parade around with you, he just LOOOVES pda okay

will constantly offer you to wear his clothes! he really wants you to wear his old black bunny onesie so you two can match

he's an avid user of puppy eyes™ when you're too busy to cuddle and honestly you really can't say no to him lol - nor can he when you do them!

will let you nap on him during games or in general if you're burned out. he makes for a great human pillow tbh,, and if you're still sleeping after the match ends he's going to carry you bridal style to your bed and tuck you in (and give you one of his plushies hehe)

if you're busy in your room he'll *slightly* open the door to give you snacks and a cute post-it note taped to the packaging

give him a little kiss while running after he does a good balloon rescue!! he's going to melt

overall you've found yourself the perfect partner<3

luchino diruse🦎

he immediately notices your resting bitchface (IMSORRYIHADTO) and your stance so he decides to stay out of your way

he is intimidated, yes, but it takes him way more time to admit it and it's less obvious

you guys actually start talking when you visit his laboratory in the manor's cellar

you're the last person that he expected to see! he doesn't accept visits often but if it's you, then it's an exception

he thought you were about to appoint him to do something shady honestly😭but after he realizes you're just here to have a friendly chat he puts his guard down

he certainly did NOT expect your personality to be that upbeat and sweet, but hey, who's he to complain?

as a partner, luchino is less upbeat and energetic as william but he is incredibly caring

you two can ramble for hours with no end! he's a great person to have a conversation with

he loves when you lay your head on his chest and run your fingers through his hair it makes his brain short circuit </3

^ you swear you can hear him purring (he does.) when you do that but he'll deny it every time

not a big fan of pda but once you're in either his or your room you won't be able to get him off of you

prefers to be the big spoon and put his head onto your shoulder while caressing your arm, but he's not opposed to being the little spoon either! as long as you're with him

calls you various pet names in italian (tesoro, cuore mio, gioia mia...) >:)) wholesome bastard #2 also this man has a gorgeous voice wow you could listen to him laugh for DAYS

likes seeing (and making) you flustered! it's secretly his favourite thing to do lmao

adores when you visit him in his laboratory with a cup of coffee or tea to chat or just compliment him on his work - does the same to you! always visits you before you go to sleep to help tuck you in and give you a goodnight kiss

he might not be the most energetic partner out there but he's one beautiful soul <3

[inv3ntory]

broken

you just so happen to be inside of casita when it falls.

——

camilo x gender neutral (they/them) reader

warnings: you die (bcus i'm a lil bitch >:D sorry abt that i needed sadness), mention of blood a couple times

storyline doesnt exactly match up, because ofc, its a fanfiction.

——

you were inside of casita as it fell.

you had been with camilo in his room for quite a while, over to hang out with your favourite person on the planet. at some point, he'd left to go get you both something to drink. leaving you in his room alone to do nothing but wait for him to come back.

for thr first few minutes of being alone, you werent concerned at all. you thought it off as him just getting caught up talking to family, as he did regularily. then, you started to hear some.. particularily off noises.

at first, you tried to wait it out until camilo got back, and then you heard the yelling. you could tell it was his abuela. you didnt want to intrude, as it wasnt your place to snoop or stop conflict in a family you werent exactly apart of, but then you heard the cracks. something was very wrong. the yelling stopped, but soon turned into panicked yells.

you lifted yourself off of camilos bed, where you had been sitting, to investigate, and a sort of panic beginning to fill you. when you got to the door and opened it, even just the inch you had gotten it open, you could see it was chaos. pieces of the house were falling, camilos family was being rushed out the door..

oh god, you had to get out, didnt you?

camilo saw his door was being slowly opened as he was running to get to the candle. "y/n! you need to get out!" he was out of breath, his voice panicky. you tried to push the door open more, but a piece of the houses roof fell, pushing the door back, leaving only a couple inches of space.

you jumped back from the sudden pressure against the door and sheilded your head after a second, you deemed it safe, and tried to squeeze through with no luck. you turned around, and camilos room was falling behind you. you shoved the door with your arm as hard as you could, moving it barely a quarter of an inch each time.

"i cant— i cant—!" you yelled out, trying to get anyones attention.

"casita! go help—w-ah–!" camilo tried to send casita your way, but was cut off. you couldnt see by what, but you heard him let out a shout that travelled down, he'd fallen.

"camilo‽" you nearly screamed in panic.

"casita, y/n! help them." you heard his voice faintly. then, you heard tiles clicking downstairs. "no! not me! not— help y/n! y/n!" his previously quiet voice turned into a shout, which was carried away from you as the tiles moved him out of the house.

you tried bodyslamming the door again to no avail.

as the dust began to settle, the first thing camilo did was look around. he needed to see if you were there.

you werent.

his heart picking up speed again, he ran into the barely calmed house to find you. he was back within the broken walls before anyone could even see that he was safe.

"y/n!" he screamed amongst the dusty air. he'd barely looked twice at mirabel, but from what he saw, she was safe, so he kept looking. "y/n!"

he ran.

he was running, checking under everything in his sight, between anything, around everything. nothing. and, oh god, he couldnt let his panic take over now. not when he couldnt find you. he couldnt lose hope. he had to keep looking.

he ignored the calls of his name, everyone telling him to step back out and that it was still dangerous. he couldnt even comprehend the number of fucks he didnt give, because he needed to find you.

he found evidence of you. something he'd been dreading. the fabric of the clothes you'd been wearing was sticking out from a rock just under where camilos door had been.

no.

no, this isnt real.

that blood isnt theirs.

he looked around the other side of the rock, and.. he nearly passed out. he had to hold onto the concrete rock to stop himself.

no..

it was you. you in all your glory. your red, half-under-a-giant-rock glory.

he tried to lift the fallen piece of casita. he wasnt strong enough, but he couldnt just... give up. he was straining himself, trying to stop the inevitable flow of tears while pushing the rock that hadnt even moved even a little bit yet.

he couldnt look at you again. "you're gonna be okay, y/n." he said quietly, trying to convince himself of just that. "l– luisa! someone– someone help!" he pushed once more as hard as he could before resting weakly against the big rock. he was out of breath.

luisa. yes, he could become luisa.

...

why.. why wasnt he becoming luisa?..

he needed to be someone else, someone stronger. he was useless as himself. why was he shifting‽ he felt the tears begin to fall past the dam he'd built.

useless. he pushed the rock. nothing.

useless.. he pushed the rock harder. nothing.

useless! he punched the rock and collapsed to his knees in pain, clutching his fist in his other hand.

y/n needed help. he needed to help them. what was wrong with him‽ he couldnt shift into anyone useful, he couldnt even get himself to calm down enough to see through the blur that was his tears.. he blinked once, looked over to where you lay half beneath the rock. he barely felt the dehabilitating pain of his fist anymore. he blinked again as tears filled his eyes and reached forward to grab your hand.

it was cold, but he didnt want to admit that.

"camilo!" the call of his name from somewhere behind him was enough to send him out of the dazed state he found himself in. it was enough to remind him how he, the camilo in question, had completely failed to protect you, or even just help you. he weakly crawled next to you and leaned into your body, flat on the ground beside him.

he began to cry. it was strained, still trying to compose himself and feed into the lies of 'they're still alive, they're okay', but it just wasnt working. he could feel how cold your hand had gone. your hand never even reach this temperature during the colder seasons of encanto.

his mothers arms around him went unnoticed by the steadily increasingly numb boy. he held tightly onto you, afraid to let go. he didnt care if he got blood on him, he didnt care if it stained. he just wanted you. he wanted to hear you tell him you were okay, he wanted you to hold him back. he needed you. he would give anything even just feel your hand move against his own once more.

"i'm so sorry.. i'm so sorry, mi amor.." he sobbed, choking on his words. he was whispering, and he barely noticed he was even speaking. "lo siento, y/n. despertarse.. por favor, wake up– te amo.." he spoke through tears and clenched teeth. pepas loving touch couldnt comfort him right now.

his family piled around him, watching the poor boy break down right in front of them. nothing they could do would help. nothing would bring you back.

[hoonhrt]

ENHYPEN WHEN THEY ACCIDENTALLY HIT YOU

: pairing — boyfriend! enhypen x reader 

: genre — fluff (maybe a little angsty) 

: warnings — mentions of accidentally hitting. please remember that this is completely fiction. 

: a/n — this was requested by my lovely vi <3 @hooniee​ 

･:*:･ﾟ☆ heeseung

you guys were playing mario kart together and things were getting intense 

heeseung was only a few seconds away from the finish line before you threw a spiny shell and zoomed past him to the end 

he got so frustrated and threw his body towards the floor, kicking his legs back 

what he didnt realize was his foot smacking against your shoulder, which made you fall out of the impact 

you knew it was on accident but lowkey it still hurt heeseung got powerful ass legs 

but just to be dramatic, you let out a painful screech 

which made him stop his mini tantrum and immediately bring all his attention to you 

he frantically grabs your shoulders, shaking your body back and forth 

“ARE YOU OKAY BABY?? OH MY GOD DID I HURT YOU?? SHOULD WE TAKE YOU TO THE HOSPITAL??” 

safe to say hee is very panicky 

you start laughing louder, assuring him that you are okay and aren’t hurt 

he tugs you onto his lap and hides into the crook of your neck apologizing a million times, leaving tons of kisses 

･:*:･ﾟ☆ jay

you two were just hanging out in his room, you seated on his bed while he was rummaging through his closet to find this specific shirt so he could match with you for your date 

you were lazily scrolling through your phone before a hanger hit you smack dab in the certain of your face 

jay was throwing everything everywhere and he happened to throw the hanger without realizing 

“OWWW JAY WHAT THE HELL” as you held your nose with your eyes shut 

he whipped his head to see you in scrunching your face in pain 

he is actually very calm 

he walks over and gently places his hands on your face, inspecting your face for any cuts 

he then walk out of the room to grab an ice pack for you 

sits you on his lap and holds the ice pack for you while you lean against his chest 

“im so sorry baby, it was an accident, are you okay?” he whispers gently 

you can’t help but smile and think how adorable he is 

nodding your head, jay sends you a soft smile back and rubs the small of your back with his free hand and presses soft kisses to your cheek 

･:*:･ﾟ☆ jake

jake had decided it would be a cute idea to take you with him for layla’s daily walk 

the 3 of you were at the dog park, throwing a ball back and forth between each other while layla tried to chase it 

you were laughing at layla looking frantic, not paying attention to the ball jake threw 

the ball hit you right on your forehead, you groaning out in pain 

jake ran as fast as he could (he was a soccer player ofc he runs fast) to aid to you

grabs your face in his hands and inspects your head very worriedly

“oh no baby do you need ice? should we go back home?” 

 layla sitting at your feet confused to what just happened 

you reassure him that youre fine 

sweet jakey never wants to hurt you ever :((( 

“im SO sorry my baby it was TOTALLY an accident” 

keeps kissing your forehead and pouts the whole way home :( 

･:*:･ﾟ☆ sunghoon

sunghoon had forced you to go on a run with him around your nearby school track 

note: forced. 

sunghoon was running at full speed while you barely moved behind 

he wanted you to run with him 

cute little work out date is what he aimed for 

so he waits for you to catch up and tries to motivate you to run faster 

“honey lets gooooo!! we can hold hands and run together c’monnnnnnn~~ 

with that, he pushes your body forward which caught you off guard and made you fall forward on your face 

he started to hysterically laugh before realizing you weren’t getting up 

will try to act as if he isn’t the reason you just fell 

“aigooo my clumsy baby~ cmon grab on to my hand, yup there you go!” 

he doesn’t directly apologize

but instead kisses your hand all the way home and stops at the convenience store to get you all your favourite snacks 

･:*:･ﾟ☆ sunoo

you guys were watching a tv show and the main lead male character was FINALLY confessing to the main lead female character 

sunoo was VERY EXCITED he had been waiting for this to happen 

he was squealing and started to smack your leg out of excitement

he didn’t realize how hard he was hitting until you grabbed his hand which stopped his movements 

he looked at you with wide eyes confused as to why you weren’t as excited as him 

you told him to be a little more careful as he was hitting a little hard 

INSTANT POUT AND APOLOGIES :((  

he didn’t mean to, he was just so happy :((

“m’sorry baby i was just too excited!!” 

of course, you knew he didn’t mean to 

he softly massaged that part of your leg while laying his head on your shoulders still pouting 

you laughed before enclosing your arms around him 

･:*:･ﾟ☆ jungwon

he was teaching you some taekwondo moves as you sparked an interest in learning and he wanted to make sure you could defend yourself from weirdos when he isnt around :<

you guys began to playfully spar with each other before jungwon kicked your knee just a little too hard 

sending you crashing to the floor 

you grabbed your knee and groaned in pain 

he starts to panic

“omg, omg, OMG LOVE ARE YOU OKAY I AM, SO SORRY AHHH WHAT DO I DO” 

you giggle at his panic and just stick your hand out to pick you back up 

he guides you towards the couch and runs out of the room to get you an ice pack 

sits at your leg holding the ice pack

lays his head on your other knee with a pout 

you just run your hands through his hair softly 

･:*:･ﾟ☆ ni-ki

you and ni-ki were in the dance studio just goofing off teaching each other dance moves 

ni-ki was trying to teach you a movie but you couldn’t get it right 

so he playfully pushed you 

you were caught off guard and fell on the floor 

at first, he just stared at you before laughing at you (you were laughing as well)

he picked you up and threw you over your shoulder playfully running around the word 

he placed you down and back hugged you, resting his head on top of your head 

“i’m sorry bub” he whispers before kissing your cheek shyly 

you wave him off and ruffle his hair before going back to the little dance part you were having earlier 

[hiorintruther]

hi hello~ can i mayhaps ask for more thoughts about hiorin?

i read ur headcanons and now theyre stuck in my head lol

u dont have to if u dont want to ofc!! have a nice day!

Ooooo sweet summer child, little do you know that you’ve opened the floodgates now! (This is very disorganised and off the cuff my apologies)

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Okay, so Rin and Hiori interact for this 1 panel in the U-20 match and it’s one of their very few interactions ever, but that ONE panel was basically the only time in the whole game that Rin wasn’t insulting people to high hell and threatening to kill them. Hiori just helped him stand up and was like “are you okay?” and Rin was like “yeah I’m fine (I’m not fine)”. And from that sliver of an interaction, the ship was born!

Later on realising that they both have similar interests and their personalities would probably gel well together if they actually had the opportunity to hang out, it only added much needed fuel to my very small fire. Hiori feels like a calm too Rin’s rage, whereas Rin is the more emotional of the two, no matter how hard he tries to hide it. Hiori is quite perceptive as well, so I think he’d clock on to when Rin is unhappy. I also think Hiori would appreciate having someone around who isn’t very invasive of his privacy and is able to fill time with solo activities.

Where I can see potential conflict (and angst) arising is that Rin might want more verbal affirmation that he’s appreciated and loved by Hiori, whereas Hiori tends to show his love through actions. On the flip-side, Rin isn’t the best at compliments himself so Hiori might get annoyed that Rin is making fun of him or talking down on him in a condescending way when Rin doesn’t really mean to. I reckon if they could get over this hurdle though, their relationship would very much be defined by what happens in the silence. The little acts of love and affection. Hiori having a second controller at his desk at all times even though he prefers to play solo. Rin cooking proper meals for them both. Their sides of the couch having their favourite cushions and blankets.

On the note of that, I like the idea that 99% of the time, when they’re watching movies together they sit on opposite sides of the couch. That’s just the way they do things. But then, there’s that 1% of the time. Maybe Rin had a bad day and is feeling upset. Maybe Hiori is extra cold. Then, they can cuddle on the middle of the couch. It isn’t something they discuss or plan, they just know to do it. They don’t really talk while cuddling nor do they acknowledge the act in any way. It’s another one of their ‘silent shows of affection’.

Oh, but one thing that isn’t silent is Hiori’s laugh. Oh god, his laugh makes Rin melt. Hiori doesn’t laugh often but when he does, oh boy. And if Rin makes him laugh? It’s the one time Rin doesn’t feel like he’s being laughed at. It feels like Hiori is genuinely happy. Of course, Rin tries his best to hide his blushing face behind a facade of cool collectedness, brushing off the laugh with a cold remark, but Hiori knows what’s really going on.

I do think Hiori wouldn’t know exactly what to do if Rin was very upset specifically about his self worth issues and comparing himself to his brother. However, Hiori will try his damnedest to help. My best guess is that he’d be there with hugs and gentle touches and would probably just try to run though things objectively with Rin. He’d be rational about everything Rin says (if Rin is ever willing to open up at all) and would put everything into perspective. If things were getting more emotional for Rin (I’m taking potentially tears, which would be very rare because he’s mister “I nEvEr CrY”), Hiori would cup his cheeks and look into his eyes — the same eyes Rin hates about himself — and talk calmly, bringing Rin back down from the heights of anxiety and stress.

I don’t want this to turn into a “Hiori is Rin’s therapist and personal carer” moment because Rin definitely does his fair share for Hiori too. Hiori doesn’t have a healthy schedule most days. He sleeps at 4am, spends more time cooped up in his room than a NEET in wintertime and has the diet of a 12 year old kid who was told they were allowed to pick their own meals. Since Rin is pretty finicky about schedules and personal health, he’d probably be there reminding Hiori to sleep at midnight and go out for walks every now and again. Rin is also tidier than Hiori, so things stay more in order when he’s around.

I like the idea that Hiori talks about Rin a lot to Nanase specifically, and specifically in DMs. It’s more comfortable for him to gush over text than in person or over call. The way he talks about Rin to Nanase is kinda snarky but also sometimes unusually sappy. Rin is never reading these DMs, obviously. When they first got together, the amount of freaking out Hiori did had Nanase rolling.

On this note, Rin and Hiori never really officially confessed to each other. Not in a conventional way, at least. As with most things, their eventual slip from platonic to romantic relationship was very silent and largely defined by action. They’d sit closer together. They’d eat together more often. Their hands would brush against one another while on walks. The feelings were obviously brewing but by the time either of them brought it up, they’d already basically been dating for months. It was very much a “hey, are we dating?” “Uh, I don’t know? Do you want us to?” “Uh, sure?”. Their behaviour never changed after the fact.

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Well then, I hope you liked these. I’m surprising myself at how many ideas I have for these two considering they interacted so little. Maybe I should write a fic about these two at this point? I’m very busy but idk I might be able to squeeze out a one-shot.