#im actually not supposed to know all this

[dgaftilwedie]

redoing this again cuz the last time i did this, it was like almost a year ago... but now that im thinking about it my answers are kind of similar............

NAMGYU NAMGYU NAMGYU .... recently also michael de santa :3 (hoffman and billy lenz and the nameless ghouls are pretty much always there in the background too)

lighter ALWAYSSSSS

it's usually always cracked in the summer but i lock it in three different places because im paranoid

literally all of them

brown :3

idk man :( i thought it would be funny

hair ties are just easier to keep on me but i can't deny a good scrunchie

three but one of them doesn't even have water in it, it has hawaiian punch

ICED coffee, and it has to be like diabetes-in-a-cup for me to enjoy it

probably ^___^

writing

a very sleep kind

uhmmmmmm it's 1:42am now so like... maybe around midnight-ish???

who doesn't???

proud cat mom :3

ermm....... no....... no not yet........ soon i hope......... soon.........

the one where i can't see things far away

i use men's 2 in one shampoo ... that's it

DURRRRRR

soda

all of my stuffed animals... im supposed to be getting rid of some of them but that's going to be so hard

i don't know :3 i just go off of what people say

i like it sometimes, like in the fall through the early winter and also the early spring but i get kind of tired of it because i get cold easily. i would much rather be chilly than gross and warm and sweaty though............

probably talking... long ass conversation. maybe with drinks. i could go for a monster rn...

i feel like i use perfume more

not to be graphic but michael de santa giving me hella backshots

last night i think i got around like 8 hours??? i think???

not anymore... i haven't for like 3 years

cozy warm but not so hot it like, burns my skin and makes me look like a tomato

there are two cups, one bowl, and one fork... this is a record for me actually

anything by ghost, the gdtop album, swan songs by hollywood undead... and also my whole comfort band playlist

yes... it's supposed to be a beach towel but i use it for my showers anyways :P it has white and pink stripes on it

i went on a hike today with one of my friends. we bumped into each other at a gas station and were like "fuck it let's do something" so we went to a trail up the road. we also totally misread the maps so we ended up taking a way more like... physically complicated path instead of the more relaxed one so that was fun!!! my body hurts!!! then we went to get food and i got sushi AND chicken tenders ... yum yum yum

uhmmmmmmmmm first song that came to mind was he is by ghost

est :3

i changed it to something else ONCE and then i was immediately like "ew this is gross" like i lost my brand or something... i changed it back within 5 minutes LMFAOAOAO

a couple of my friends from elementary school, but there's only like three of them

i don't... use... soap bars...

YES GODDDDDDD YESSSSSSSSSSS i have a giant collection that just keeps growing... some of my favorites are chapstick clover honey, sour patch kids blue raspberry (it tastes sour), maple bacon, mountain dew livewire, and reese's peanut butter cup :3

today as in march 16th, no. today as in march 15th (because i haven't gone to bed), yeah i had smartfood

45% coffee, 25% creamer/milk/half&half/whatever the fuck, 30% sugar and whatever flavoring im feeling that day. ICED. so fucking iced it's basically a popsicle.

tiktok...................

i like them sometimes if they're not too spicy... i need to like make myself more tolerant to spice

i plead the 5th

yesterday as in march 15th, yes... yesterday as in march 14th, no.........?????? maybe?????? i don't remember right now it was probably just me playing gta v all day

BLACK CHRISTMAS 1974 WOOOOOOOO also the newer miser brothers christmas special... the one that was released in either 2008 or 2009 i don't remember exactly

"YOU DON'T KNOW DUCK TALES????????"

it was like 2021 i think, i was 15, and my mom gave me a sip of wine... EW.

i think i figured it out last summer ... but i haven't tried in a while

yeah sure why not idc :P

here’s weirder asks

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

lighter or matches?

do you leave the window open at night?

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

what color are your eyes?

why did you do that?

hair-ties or scrunchies?

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

would you slaughter the rich?

favorite extracurricular activity?

what kind of day is it?

when was the last time you ate?

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

can you drive?

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

what hair products do you use?

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

do you say soda or pop?

something you’ve kept since childhood?

what type of person are you?

how do you feel about chilly weather?

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

perfume/body spray or lotion?

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

do you wear a mask?

how do you like your shower water?

is there dishes in your room?

what type of music keeps you grounded?

do you have a favorite towel?

the last adventure you’ve been on?

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

what’s your timezone?

how many times have you changed your url?

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

a soap bar that smells good?

do you use lip balm?

did you have any snacks today?

how do you take your coffee?

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

what’s your take on spicy foods?

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

can you remember what happened yesterday?

favorite holiday film?

what was the last message you sent?

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

can you skip rocks?

can i tag you in random stuff?

[kenyummy]

guysssssgyuysss ok i never thought id post about neglevtful batfam ever but im lit rotting so hard

spidey reader who gets transported to an alternate dimension where you replace a different you—a you that's the "forgotten" child of the waynes. in this universe, you're bitter, quiet, not the wise-cracking hero your universe adores—most of all, you're not spidey here. spidey doesn't even exist.

(alfred is the uncle ben esque figure??? perhaps???)

you don't even know who your supposed family even is—you only find out through diary entries and searching through this other you's phone—so you barely give them the time of day.

you're too busy now to fret about their vigilantism—to annoy them—you have your own problems as spidey to try and form a bond. you just want to go home.

the fam on the other handdddd — they are confused. a new spider hero pops up out of nowhere—and you're suddenly as cold as ice. you don't bother to cook meals with Alfred anymore, nor bring them first aid kits and give them sad eyes when they shoo you away.

the house lacks the presence of normality you used to bring—now you're up till 3am doing God knows what (spidey stuff) and you're too busy to even try and start a conversation (not that it ever went anywhere, but still).

theyre all so confused and freaked out by your sudden change overnight that they start to miss you and how normal you were—not knowing how it grounded them all until you started to ice them out </3

you have far more pressing matters to attend to, like the strange influx of people from your world either already existing or being transported here—on top of keeping your secret identity safe from your suddenly overbearing and worrysome family members.

(you don't even want to know what they'd do if they found out you're the reckless spider hero that stopped a train from going off its tracks just last monday).

at some point (probably after they find out you're spidey) you tell them about how this isn't actually their you, and that you're from another universe—but they're so far gone they don't even care at that point—they love u and just want u back already!!!

they don't care you're not technically their [name], they love you more than anything and you're their sibling!! no way youll be going "back home" now. this is your home, silly!

give up that whole hero thing—they got it covered. you just need to go back to normal and they'll protect you (even though you need protecting the least out of all of them—but they don't see that)!!! they miss their slice of normal in their hectic life, you can't take that away from them!

im lit geekinggggvggg stop guys i

lowkey im thinking of love interests being some of my guilty pleasure spidey ships ahgaseHhhh but like it'll acc play a part in the plot trust

spideytorch and parksborne my lovesloves harry and johnny so badddd but i also love kon GAHHHN fml

but I could see them HATINGGGG johnny like they would want him GONE. esp if they see him (before ur reveal) kissing you on a rooftop as spidey, then walking around arm in arm with you at school—convinced that he's cheating on their baby sibling (you're the same age as tim, but okay) !!!! every time they hear you're going out w him they try their hardest to keep you away—you have no business going out w a guy like that 😒

they wouldn't want a womaniser player like him anywhere NEAR you!!! you may trust him, but they do notttt

theyd probably be a little more okay with harry... hes one of those gotham elites—but he chose to go to the "poorer" school with you for years because he just wanted to be w you and mj. he's a little snobby, but isn't every nepo baby? hes lowkey your damsel in distress like you end up saving him in all kinds of situations by princess style carrying him out of a burning building heheheer

(also his dad isn't crazy and green goblin... yet)

obviously the fam already has a lil beef with kon... being... kon (even tim wouldnt want his bestest buddy to go after his spider sibling). not as bad as johnny... but you shouldn't be dating guys, period. aren't they all you need?

anywayssss yes. this has been rotting me so bad I lowkey need to spill this b4 I go crazy stfhhhgrsgghh

SHOULD I WRITE THIS BC I HAVE SUCH BAD BRAINROTTT

[haithhegimp]

in my heart of hearts, they are all Real robins (honourable mentions!)

WHOOF alright ranting and robin list under the cut!

these are a whooole buncha robins pulled from DC database robin disambiguation (which i cant link properly for somefuck reason, just look DC database robin disambiguation to get the page im talking about), that i sorted through with some criteria

have to be called robin- robin adjascent characters who are not called robin are not counted (but im making an honourable mentions thing of them)

they have to be a hero/vigilante/crime-fighter/something like that (did i ignore this rule to add cassandra? yes i did but screw you, its cass)

if i have one robin with a certain name, then i won't include AU versions of that robin (eg i didnt include any of the AU dick graysons)

the rule above does not apply if they are just named robin

they have to be in a comic- doesn't matter if theyre from a comic, as long as they're in one (did i make this rule because of matt mcginnis? yes, yes i did.)

i only double checked some of them so there are almost definitely robins that should be in the honourable mentions thing i will be making, but snuck in here. i dont care because i love them (side eyes bruce clone robin and grits teeth) like them all.

i did not order or organize them (other than dick, jason, and lance being the first three) because that would actually fucking kill me, so you can make a game of finding which robins are which! here is a list of them all, also not in order or by who is who because again that would kill me. please find them on dc database if youre interested. a lot of them are very fun characters.

dick grayson

lance bruner

jason todd

tim drake

carie kelley

stephanie brown

damian wayne

duke thomas

bruce wayne

helena wayne

christopher ward

francisco ramirez

robinbot

robintron

lance hart

anita jean

john grayson

talia kane

robzarro

barbara gordon (earth 37)

bruce wayne junior (earth 38)

clark wayne (earth 38)

cassandra (earth 118)

billy batson (the batman who laughs)

robin king (dark multiverse / king of pain)

matt(hew) mcginnis

drake winston

ricky (robin 3000)

tris plover (legends of the dead earth)

dexter dent

gan (elseworlds / beyond the white knight)

thomas wayne (elseworlds / robin 3000)

robert chang (digital justice)

marya (elseworlds / batman: i, joker)

daxton chill (we are robin)

isabella ortiz (we are robin)

dre cipriani (we are robin)

riko sheridan (we are robin)

fam im not going to lie all the we are robin kids were supposed to be in honourable mentions but i miscalculated how many robins were there when making my base and needed some more folks. i was making duke an exception anyways (because DUKE) so i just stretched that a little to be all the we are robin kids

robin (just imagine)

robin (earth 43)

robin ii (dark multiverse / crisis on infinite earths)

robin (possible futures / futures end)

robin (possible futures / batman: year 100)

robin (possible futures / dc one million)

robin (dc love is a battlefield)

that is!!! all of them in the drawing, i believe! (let me know if i missed any lol) i physically cannot tag them all because there are more than 30 of them and 30 tags is the limit, so ill be tagging the mainstream ones and just "robin"!

if youre curious why this all happened, its all because of lance. i gave that motherfucker PITY FANART but then the neurodivergence kicked in and i got attatched, and then i was scrolling through the robin disambiguation page and i just felt so so sad because do any of these robins have fanart!? does anyone ever draw them!?!? how can i give lance pity fanart when hes not even a real robin (i love you lance) and then Not draw all these robins!?!?!? so yeah i drew them. i still feel bad because i couldnt draw ALL of them but like i had to give myself a limit because im genuinely sorry but im NOT drawing dick grayson (earth-one), dick grayson (earth-two), dick grayson (new-earth), and dick grayson (prime-earth) because those are all of his versions from MAINSTREAM. not even alternate universes he has that many versions in MAINSTREAM. i would actually go into a fucking coma if i chose to draw ALL the robins.

[lovebyhyun]

surprise

genre: fluff, established relationship, hyunjin x gn!reader

synopsis: you thought your boyfriends absence will ruin your whole birthday party, little do you know there is an unexpected guest on his way there.

warnings: mentions of drinking and crying

a/n: hi!!! this is my first time ever publishing something on tumblr so please be nice to me :( im very scared but lets go!

masterlist

This was supposed to be a fun evening. All of your friends, birthday cake, music, overall fun. Yet, everything was ruined by a single message from your beloved boyfriend, who said that he won’t be able to make it. You knew weeks ahead of the party, yes, but it still stung.

You tried to have fun, took shots with your friends, danced to music, but nothing felt as good as it would if Hyunjin was right by your side.

Maybe you were a little dramatic, but you just wanted him to be there. All of your worries were gone the moment he was next to you, he made you happy. What were you supposed to do once you were without him? That thought actually never crossed your mind. It didn’t have to, since you and Hyunjin were basically one person at this point.

So there you were, in your own bathroom, tears staining your cheeks at your own birthday party. It was not so fun after all. You calmed down a little bit, composing yourself to get back to your guests, trying to make yourself look more stable than you actually were.

Immediately after stepping back into your garden where the party was happening, you notice people giggling and whispering. The music stopped and everything went quiet. Just as you thought that this day couldn’t get any worse and that your friends hate you, a fmailiar beat started playing. “So good” by your own boyfriend. You turn around and you freeze.

A huge jiniret mascot enters your view and you try to figure out what the fuck is going on. The huge ferret starts dancing and moving around to the music, not missing a single beat. All of his moves, the way he flawlessly swayed to the rhytm, it all looked too familair for it to be a random person under the costume.

You start to relax, a ton of tension leaving your body just enough for you to enjoy your party again.

The pathetic performance ended and the crowd made out of your friends erupted into cheer and applause. You were still in a bit of shock, but you lived jiniret so much, you just couldn’t resist running up to him and hugging him tightly with a huge grin on your face.

You pull back from the hug only to look up at the animal’s huge eyes staring down at you like you’re an artwork which belongs in a museum. At this point, you knew who was hinding under that stupidly cute costume.

“I love you” You whisper, loud enough just for him to hear.

In that moment, it felt like it was only the two of you, and it was more than enough to make you feel like the luckiest in the world.

Because you were.

[imnotlostimlooking]

I hate the Eddie story line that's happening. Like I hate that they are putting him through all this bullshit over a mistake that he made because of years of trauma. And i hate reading stories where people make it out like he was cheating on Marisol. Maybe he wasn't great for sneaking around with another woman but if you really look at it? Nothing remotely romantic or sexual was going on. Eddie saw this woman who was a clone of his dead wife and latched onto her because of this, as if she could somehow solve all the answers he'd never gotten even tho he logically knew she couldn't. They spent a lot of time together and maybe some of the things they did seemed romantic but he was always detached with her.

Its never said in the show but this man was raised (using the term loosely) by a Mexican father in an extremely catholic household and so I'm betting all my money on the fact that when his girlfriend got pregnant at 19 it wasn't HIS choice to get married. Even if he was the one to suggest it, it would have been because it was 'the right thing to do'. He was a baby. Having a baby.

He joined the army and came back with ptsd up the whazoo to parents who were raising his child like he was their own, giving him the love they'd never given Eddie, and a wife who resented him. His wife left him with a child he didn't know how to care for and parents who wanted to take Christopher away from him because he worked 3 jobs to get on his feet.

This man moved to LA and yeah he found the 118 and a family but his life revolved around work and Christopher and 'finding him a mother' which he canonically said. It never even seemed as though he wanted to be dating when he was with those women, more perfunctory than anything, even tho he didn't realize it.

And then he meets this woman who looks just like his dead wife who left him and came back and divorced him and died and she storms his fucking castle in cosplay and forces him to open up when he's clearly uncomfortable with it and his child walks in.

And yeah, it's fucking terrible. Like the worst. Oh my god poor Christopher seeing that. Poor Marisol thinking he's been cheating on her this whole time. But also. Poor fucking Eddie. Poor fucking Eddie because he didn't ask that fucking woman to show up at his goddamn house. He didn't ask her to dress like his dead fuxking wife and try and fix all his trauma. Yeah what he did wasn't right, but he cut shit off and that should have been that. He didn't ask to be fixed and he certainly didn't ask for whatever the hell rhat was.

And then his child calls his grandparents to come get him which is fair cause he's a child right? Kids do things like that. But they come and take him without even a call to Eddie. Their son. Who they are supposed to love and cherish. They don't ask what happened. They don't ask if he's okay. They just place blame and steal his child and Eddie let's them because Eddie has trauma and he 'knows' he's never been good enough for his kid and this is just the nail in the coffin so he should let him go right? And they fuxking take him.

But now? Like moving to Texas? Go get your fucking child and bring him home. He's a child. He does not make the fucking decisions. It should not even have lasted that long that he was in el Paso in the first place. Why is no one telling him that he's the fucking parent in this situation. Why is no one telling him rhat he's good enough. That he's an amazing father. That his parents are manipulating his trauma. That yeah maybe he fucked up but he didn't do anything actually WRONG.

And im reading all this fics where he is groveling and saying or being accused of cheating and im like wtf. Disgusting. I hate it. Let him be fucking A+ parent dad Eddie again cause I'm tired of this shit. Go to his parents house. Tell them to fuxk all the way off. Tell your kid to pack his shit he can be mad in LA in therapy.

[mymoshangthoughts]

some fanon vs canon questions LOL

i'd check myself but i lent out my books to a friend to read pff but i've been seeing enough trends in fanfiction that ive been like "wait is this just popular fanon or did i miss a passage in the novels?"

(tagging it as moshang bc its stuff i found in moshang ff LOL)

linguang-jun hates his brother bc his bro stole his wife (i thought mobei and linguang-jun were supposed to be similar in age so this one confused me a lot LOL)

airplane and mobei have been pining for 20-40 years (i thought the ages were ambiguous and i actually thought 'shang qinghua' was around 30-ish years old, making the pining more like 10ish years)

'shang qinghua' is older than mobei jun by 1-2 years (i assume this is fanon? bc to my knowledge neither of them are given a canon age??? but also wondering if i just missed something)

(this one is a disagreement im having with my sib LOL we dont know which of us is remembering correctly, so while im asking about fanon! please help with this!) shen jiu never ever tried to do anything untoward to ning yingying and this was a misunderstanding just like the brother situation OR shen jiu at some point in pidw tries to sexually assault ning yingying, resulting in the commenters demanding his castration and one of the many reasons luo binghe tortured and killed him. ((we're both huge shen jiu fans either way pfff it's just a matter of getting his backstory accurate))

an ding's robes are yellow/orange/gold (to my knowledge an ding's robes arent described but again, i coulda missed that LOL)

tbh if you have any fanon vs canon facts, i'd be interested in hearing them!

ANYWAY anyone who can help, please do! but also, if at all possible, i would love to have a quotation or a chapter reference for the info! (for example, with the thing im fighting with my sib about LOL if i just tell them "look the internet said im right" without a quotation or smth, they'll hang me. but just more generally, i like knowing where to reference the information)

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Do you think Color would be able to also save Horror and Dust from Nightmare?

This is probably one of those things where there’s multiple outcomes and timelines, failing or succeeding or something neutral. For one thing, Dust and Horror may have to somehow found out about Color’s existence and presence.

And then they’d have to get through any response that sparks out of Killer—not only is Killer a bit territorial, not only does one or both of them knowing this information if Killer didn’t want them to make him think he’s lost some control and is now in a vulnerable position—which means he’d probably try to find a means to regain some control—but there’s also the matter of: will they talk?

Will Dust and/or Horror tell Nightmare about Color, or whatever else they know? There’s no way Nightmare doesn’t know about Color, of course, but he may not know about any meetings, any communication, any conversations, any plans to escape.

So basically, it comes down to trust. Not only between the Murder Time Trio—how far is Killer willing to go to keep this under wraps? What is he most concerned about—keeping control, his possible potential freedom, not losing Color just yet? And more—but also between Color & Dust & Horror.

Dust & Horror knowing about Color, especially anything specific, puts Color in danger. He has to trust them not to tell—which I highly doubt Color is too concerned for himself, anyway.

Other than just generally being a brave person with enough magical power to back it—Killer doesn’t intimidate him in the slightest, Horror and Dust aren’t going to either, and although Color is cautious with Nightmare, he at least has a chance in terms of magical prowess.

It’s moreso others Color is worried about—the souls, his friends back in the Omega Timeline that im sure he’ll keep under wraps for a long time, and of course: Killer. But also—he’d be worried about Horror and Dust as well.

I doubt he’d blame them if either of them told about him to Nightmare, but he’d seek to avoid it and not want it to happen for Killer’s safety. (If this isn’t the first time Color has lost a Killer, especially in a similar matter, even more desperate and panicked—even if he tries to remain calm.)

And then of course, Dust and Horror would have to trust Color—a stranger. A stranger who apparently means something to Killer, who they may or may not trust themselves. And this stranger is..what, trying to get Killer to leave Nightmare?

Trying to change him? Trying to play the hero and ‘fix’ him? What does Color want, and why would he want to help Dust and Horror, as well?

On top of that. What does Killer get out of this? Why’s he doing this? Does he actually want to leave, or is he just playing around with that Color guy? Does he actually give a shit about him, or is he the latest toy? Or is he just Killer’s powerful magic weapon to ensure his ticket to freedom, or maybe even revenge, against Nightmare?

Is this an elaborate trick—they agree to try and leave with Color and Killer, only for Killer (and possibly even Color too) to turn on them at the last second? Playing as a mole for Nightmare, trying to “test” loyalty?

On top of all of that, there’s if Dust thinks he deserves help enough to try and leave—why would anyone help a murderer like him? And Horror, what about his brother? Can Color ensure his brother’s, if not his whole AU’s, safety from Nightmare in any capacity?

So i suppose it ultimately comes down to if the four of them are willing and able to trust eachother enough, and if Dust and Horror are willing to take the risks that attempting to escape poses.

Assuming the cards don’t all fall in line just enough for Horror and Dust to spontaneously escape with Color and Killer without somehow knowing who Color is, his relationship with Killer, nor of any plans of escaping that were brewing and hatching in the background.

[captainuranium543]

Alright so Im just gonna run through some of the points here and hopefully i can explain this well enough

1. If Jellal Doesn’t Need Internal Redemption, Why Does He Need Erza’s Validation?

Because people still got hurt. Jellal might be redeemed now but the consequences of his actions still remain. my argument was that I would liked to see a little more from Erzas perspective because we know she was deeply traumatized by him and that isn't just gonna disappear overnight no matter how much she might want to forgive him immediately. Jellals redemption doesn't need her validation its not about that, its about how I would have liked to see her character develop from that point forward and why i think its important development for their relationship.

2. You Moved the Goalpost: Your Original Argument Was About Erza’s Feelings, Not Just “Perspective.”

what i meant was to see her feelings and her perspective on jellal. sorry if that was unclear ig but that's why i'm trying to elaborate. in anycase I dont think Erzas perspective is necessary to "validate" jellals redemption, I think its necessary for HER character because I want to actually see her grow past her trauma. I think it would make their relationship be beneficial to their relationship if we saw her come to forgive him on her own rather then just be alright with everything one day.

If Jellal’s redemption is truly about himself, why does it need to be filtered through Erza’s point of view for it to be valid?

so to answer your question, its valid regardless. I just think it would have added to the believability of their relationship if we'd been able to see erza's feelings develop overtime.

3. Why Does Erza’s Perspective Matter More Than Jellal’s Other Victims?

in the literal sense it doesn't, but like I said this is a story. narratively Erzas forgiveness is important because shes the one we've seen the direct consequences of his actions on the most, that and the fact he's supposed to be in a romantic relationship with her eventually means that her feelings specifically are important to the narrative.

Why does Erza’s forgiveness matter more than justice for the people who actually suffered from his crimes?

?it doesn't? I'm sorry I don't really understand how this is relevant to my point. are you arguing he should spend his whole life fighting crime? I don't think that's the case but I also fail to see your point, If you could explain to me what it is your arguing here that would be helpful.

4. You Excuse the Power Imbalance Between Them Without Addressing It.

? Im not really sure where to go with this one. my original point was that I think erzas side of things is underdeveloped and your kind of getting onto a different topic. If you want my honest answer as to why she doesn't correct him, as far as I'm aware she does? I can think of a couple instances if you want examples.

I also don't see how she benefits from him doing that at all, In fact I think it actually goes against her character arc because rather then loving her as a person he treats her more like an ideal. personally, Id prefer of it was treated as a character flaw and something that changes as Jellal develops into being more of his own person after so many years without that opportunity, but I also don't really see how this negates any of my original point?

5. You Contradict Yourself On How Their Arcs Should Be Handled.

ok let me be clear, I call it a redemption arc but that's kind of a misnomer since Jellal didn't have the change in mindset that characterizes a true redemption arc. I think that Jellals character arc should be focused on himself, however I think that Erzas character arc should continue because the consequences of what he did are still relevant to both of them. Jellal is, technically speaking, redeemed, he isn't evil anymore. but there is still consequences of what he did aren't just gonna go away because it technically wasn't his fault.

Im not saying jellals entire arc needs to be shown through erzas eyes, im just saying that I would have preferred to see more of her perspective. since they are going to be in a relationship eventually seeing erza deal with those consequences and come to terms with them is as important to him as it is to her because it makes the relationship feel more believable as a whole.

case and point: Im not saying jellals arc itself need to revolve around erza, im just saying I would have prefered if erza herself had been allowed to develop on her own post tenrou. erzas feelings arent necessary for validation of jellals arc, but they are necessary for developing their relationship.

Jellals arc should be focused on himself, stopping punishing himself and discovering what he wants out of life. meanwhile, erza continues to recover from the trauma and eventually comes to forgive him. from there they start to reconnect and rebuild their relationship as a team. seeing both these things happen makes the payoff of their relationship feel earned because it shows that both have truly moved on from their past.

TLDR; I dont think erzas feelings are necessary to validate jellals redemption, But they are necessary for developing the relationship. I think seeing them would also benefit Jellal because as erza comes to forgive so does the audience, but i don't think it needs to be jellals entire arc. Jellal is free to do what he wants but the consequences of his actions are still relevant to both of them and I think addressing them and how they are continuing to effect erza is important if they are going to eventually be in a relationship. My point wasnt that jellals arc needed more focus on erza, it was that the relationship as a whole would benefit from getting some more of her perspective.

again I hope I explained this ok, feel free to elaborate on any of the points I asked about. I hope I was able to explain my thoughts clearly enough but sorry if its confusing im not great with wording. If you still dont agree with me thats fine Im just trying to elaborate further because you seem to think im saying that more of jellals arc should have focused on erza when what im trying to say here is that i would have just liked to see more of her perspective on him

I think the biggest flaw in the jerza/ jellal redemption as a whole will always be the lack of focus that erza's feelings/perspective on that whole situation are given. I will probably rant about this someday but, for now, consider this me tossing my opinion out like a live grenade and then scurrying back to my hole in the wall to see what comes of it

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omg you did my request tysm 🥹🥹 you write roman's dialogue so well

another request maybe,, idk what your inbox is like but,,,, maybe more sub romey? perhaps using a vibe or toys on him if thats something youre ok with writing,,

don’t worry i love procrastinating so my inbox is like rarely ever a problem lol it just gives me reasons to avoid actually writing wips😭

ALSO sorry this is late. and sorry to everyone ever that i’m always on pseudo-hiatus. don’t fear, i still adore roman in insane ways that im too horrified to post about and i’m open to the craziest vilest inbox discussions. if i don’t get back to you, don’t worry, im probably just putting it on the back burner for the time being🤍

wow, look at that oscar winner. still buzzing for him! (pun intended)

I’m thinking a vibrator though. And it’s probably his fault anyway, he’s all curious and nosey, you call him your little Curious George as he rummages through your stuff. He sticks his hand inside your thigh-high socks just to feel the insides where your bare skin has touched, thinking of ways he can bring up why you brought thigh-high socks to an international fucking meeting thing in Sweden with just you, him, his dad, the team of his dad’s goons, and Hotty McHotterson Matsson. Are you trying to give the Ikea guy a thighjob, or give his dad a heart attack, maybe let Frank eat you out — what is the reason for this?

He finds a little baggie that he’s seen before; he thinks you keep like, your razors and shit in it, probably just a toiletries bag. He doesn’t really understand the implications of there being little kittens on the bag, but okay. Inside of the bag is just regular shit like he expected, panties mostly (but unworn, so, y’know, kind of useless to him for the most part). But oh, he doesn’t recognize this fabric, the fuck is this lacey thing?

It’s a little baggie, and it’s sort of cute that it looks like lace panties, but it’s sheer enough for the cuteness to disa-fucking-ppear real quick and in a hurry. Pink, rubbery, with a rose gold cap where the charging port is, a fucking vibrator.

He takes it out, sniffs it real quick, trying to catch a whiff of your pussy. Presses the button to figure out how to turn it off and on, the settings, the vibration patterns. He wonders if you like the pattern where it does those little staccato beats. Maybe he could match his typically-stuttering thrusts to it. Maybe you’d cry a little, wriggle around. You’d probably cream the nicest on just the lowest setting pressed to your clit, go all gooey-brained for him.

When you walk in, it’s a standoff. Roman holds up the toy, finally turned off, like a fuckin’ mob boss in the dim-lit hotel room that you’re secretly sharing.

“Are you trying to star in a porno? What is this shit?” he says, also raising your thigh-highs before dropping the fabric on the nightstand. He’s not actually pissed, just sort of like a spoiled brat who’s upset that his mommy is dividing her attention with someone else. “You planning to use this tonight, right beside me? Infidelity is calling, and holy shit, you are picking up!”

“Umm, no. It’s a vibe, not a fucking dildo,” you mention, remembering the whole conversation he’s secretly referring to. You know, the one where he almost cried because you made a mean joke about buying a dildo and he told you that you can only use a dildo if it’s just like his cock. And preferably solid gold.

“It’s just for emergencies, if i just — need it, y'know?” Because sometimes you do just need it. You’ll see Roman do something fucking insanely hot and you just don’t wanna bother him, so you go back to your room and get under a blanket with a pillow between your legs to muffle the noise, and use your vibrator. A few times, maybe, all depends on what it is. Roman feels a little bit like shit hearing that it's 'in case of emergencies' even if it's meant as a joke; he's supposed to be there in case of emergencies, that's how a normal relationship works, where two people get each other off whenever they need to be gotten off and then kiss and chat and cuddle afterwards or whatever.

“Oh — emergencies, yeah. And what constitutes an emergency, seeing Kendall do a line of coke, getting a little too bored scrolling on Twitter?” he can’t meet your eyes. He just flaps his hand, signaling for you to come closer, and you do. “Here, come here,” he demands. What a brat.

As soon as you get close enough, he drops the vibe, leans up, and kisses you, all tongue and teeth and excitability. It’s almost forced.

“Mm — mhh,” you make some noise to signal that this is clearly about more than just him being horny. You pull away.

“Fuck, what? What?” he sounds fussy.

“Roman, you don’t have to — whatever it is you think you’re doing.” It feels forced, and with Roman, you don’t like the idea of him doing something because he feels shitty. That’s kind of your job. “Chill out, just calm down, okay? It’s okay.”

“I know it’s okay, why the fuck wouldn’t it be okay?” he snaps, then makes some weird noise between a groan and a sigh. He grabs you by the waist and tugs you to straddle his lap on the bed, all playful how he normally is, burying his face in your clavicle and resting his forehead in the crook of your neck. “Sorry, Jesus. Sorry. I don’t know what the fuck came over me. Guess I got jealous thinking about you using your little fucktoy without me.” He spits out the words like they leave a bad taste in his mouth.

“I mean — you know you can just use me instead. I might be the wordy but I’m, like, usable. You can stick the vibrator on my thigh or something,” he huffs, placing a quick peck to the soft spot between your neck and shoulder. He’s still rambling, doesn’t give you the chance to respond.

“I mean really, a vibrator? Over me? I see how it is. It buzzes a little and you’re sold. Not like I’ve got fingers, a tongue…other things. No, you’d rather have some piece of fucking gross plastic that doesn’t give a shit.” The hurt is evident in his voice through his exaggerated, whiny approach.

“Oh my fucking god,” you chuckle, like it’s some kind of joke. “So what you’re saying is, you give a shit?”

“Well, I’d at least like to be there. I wanna be here instead of a piece of pink plastic, I can fucking hold you afterwards,” he doesn’t realize how humiliating the shit he’s saying is until it’s already out. There’s an awkward pause, like he’s waiting for a response but can’t imagine one that wouldn’t humiliate him. “Can you just call me a slut or something? I don’t know, might help.”

“Baby, you wanna hold me afterwards?” you melt. He visibly tenses. “Romeo, gimme the vibe. M’kay? Lemme make it up to you.” Your voice is all saccharine, like you could write love songs and poetry for the way he twitches and his littlest tics. How he follows you like a puppy into your room, even on business trips, even when you’re only a few doors down. You’d ride him until he jizzed in you a million times.

“Whatever, I wanna hold you, big whoop. Breaking news, a Roy actually expresses emotions — oh em gee! Can you just be normal? Because I am. I’m a normal, manly man. I’ll pass on being the subject of your next emo Tumblr lovecore post.”

You giggle a little, lean down. You grab the vibrator from where it sits on the bed, on top of the fancy comforter. Leaning down, it’s one of those moments where he’s just quiet for once, almost struck by you, almost scared, in that nice jittery way, impatiently waiting for what you’ll do next. You kiss him, a small peck that he doesn’t further, knowing you too well, almost certain that you have your own plans and your own way to go about them.

“Take your pants off, briefs too,” you speak quietly. “And I can show you. Okay? We can share.”

He obeys. Mumbles complaints as he unbuckles and unbuttons, lips curling up in a sneer at his own clumsiness. When you offer help, he snips little defensive remarks at you that just make you grin.

“Okay, here, fuck,” he huffs. No witty remark, he can’t even think of one. The situation is conflicting because yeah, your intent is to show him that you can use a vibrator that doesn’t resemble him at all while still thinking of him, and yay, how exciting to have the pink vibrating nub you grind your clit against on his tip, but also it isn’t your pussy? So he’s a little extra excited about the new unexpected shit, while less excited because it isn’t technically you, so — it equals out.

He yanks his pants off real fuckin’ quick but is reluctant with his briefs and shirt. Slowly he unbuttons his shirt but keeps it together, doesn’t take it off or spread it open — like he’s shy. He awkwardly fumbles with his too-tight Calvin Kleins, cock hitting his tummy as he kicks the fabric off his ankle onto the floor, lying on the bed. He lays straight, like you’re about to kill him rather than get him off. Shrugs his shoulders, arms raised a little with an expression that says all the demanding shit he can’t think to voice.

You don’t turn on the vibrator yet, you just crawl over to straddle him and kiss him, his scruff tickling your face. Holding the pink plastic in your left, your right hand encircles the meaty middle of his dick, and you aren’t just doing it for him, that’s apparent. His dick jumps in your hold and he lets out a little sigh, a whimpery one.

“Haven’t — you know it, it’s um, it has…been, like, a while. Like, a while a while.” His hands feel like they’re bruising your thighs with his grip on them. Feels like he’s floating away.

“I know. That’s why I wanna treat you well. I have manners,” you claim, a fucking bold claim in his opinion.

“Hhyeah,” he makes a sarcastic noise.

“I do! I’ll show that I do, okay?”

He’s a little put-off by how you’re so okay with it. He’s kind of not? Horrified now as he watches you reach for the vibrator, that pink fucking rubber is making him feel all tipsy-topsy-turvy and the second you turn around, and it’s a knee-jerk reaction, he kisses you. You can’t not be a little shocked. It’s all sudden and teeth clacking and his tongue forcing itself in your mouth, his hands grabbing your face.

You giggle and he makes a little “mmfh” noise when he pulls away, plopping back against the pillows. “Don’t — laugh at me, fuck, I’m trying to make this at least a little romantic.”

“Yeah, well you put the ‘Roman’ in romantic, don’t you?” you tease.

“You — oh, can we, uumm—,” he’s twitchy and almost scared. It’s hard to actually believe this is happening, he feels lightheaded.

“Shhh-sh-sh. Stay down,” you push him down, keep him still. “Good boy,” you say sweetly, almost taunting him, inching his briefs down as he instinctively lifts his hips up. His tip is leaky and he’s half-hard and fuck, it makes you feel like a drooling perv just looking at him, his soft tummy revealed from his shirt hiking up, his pretty dick, his balls on display. You press the tip of the vibrator to the base of his dick.

“Be good for me,” you say and he just nods, eyes closed like he’s scared to get a shot instead of — this.

It starts slow and low and he bucks his hips. You run the vibrator up and down his cock before circling it on his tip; he’s fully hard in no time.

“I’m — stop, stop it,” he demands, fucking up into the vibrator.

“You wanna tell me what you’re thinkin’ about?” you continue circling his tip, pressing it against the sensitive ridge on the underside, the vibrator still on the lowest setting.

“Fucking — fucking you into oblivion,” he threatens through a swallowed whimper. “Fuck! You — you, okay? I get it, I get it, you can stop now, I can’t keep—,” his cock jerks and oh, he’s so close.

“Keep on. Be detailed, tell me more. Prove it to me.”

“Oh — yeah, o-okay, fuck,” he gasps, holding onto your wrist and fucking up into the air, bucking his hips to slide his dick against the vibrator. “You, you’re pussy, it’s used this and been against it or whatever, so — my…dick, is against where your pussy, has been, kinda?”

“Uh-huh? That’s nice,” you coo, your other hand grabbing his dick and slowly jerking him off at the base of his dick. He jolts. “Keep talking to me.”

“Can’t — can’t, can’t, I’m gonna fuckin’ blow my load all over that thing if you don’t stop, now,” he threatens, thighs twitching visibly beneath you.

“Go ahead, honey. Do what you gotta do,” you kiss the tip of his nose and it’s chaste, but it’s the last fucking straw for him. He cums in thin spurts, staining your shirt at the tummy, and his button-up, but most of it landing on the vibrator that keeps on buzzing.

“Okay, you proved your point, Jesus fuck — let me—,”

“Uhn-uhn. Just ‘cause you cum doesn’t mean I’m done with you,” you say, clicking the button to harshen the vibrations against his red and cum-slick tip. He melts.

“Don’t, I’m gonna — I’m not fucking — made for this shit! Blow-up Roman-doll is gonna deflate, I’m not—,” he makes a silly, garbled noise of frustration that makes you giggle. “Oh — fuck, I’m so glad you think this is funny. Nice.”

You press the vibrator to his balls for a moment and his dick jerks like a live wire as you cup them, holding them in place with the hand that was once on his cock. You bounce on his lap with his thrusts against fucking nothing.

“Please, can you just give me your, I don’t — mouth? Pussy? Ass? Fuckin’ pinkie toe?”

“You gotta learn to love the vibe. ‘S yours now, too, y’know,” you say, moving it back up to his dick once you get all your eye-candy in of his cock bobbing. His eyes roll back.

“Again, gonna—,”

“Good boy,” you drawl. Your hand moves to his tip, holding the vibe to his shaft as you milk the cum from him.

He lets out some pathetic noise that’s almost cute, like he’s truly as desperate as he looks with his hips twitching and hands gripping the skin of your thighs for dear life, eyes taking pitiful glances at your own eyes when they can stay open despite how misty they’ve gotten. He spurts a nice little dribble of cum, pathetic and milked dry, just running on empty today. It’s sort of hot, in the most piteous way.

“That good, do you think?” you pull the vibrator away and turn it off, holding it up.

“Good, good. ‘M good, yeah,” you chuckle at his drowsiness and drop the vibrator on the bed, but your hand doesn’t stop milking him.

“One more. Just us this time, right? That’s what you wanted?”

“Mmmhm, mnn,” he nods and fucks into your fist lazily.

“Fuck it for me. Can you do that?”

He nods excitedly, leaning into your touch as you run your hands through his hair, down his face.

His hips hump the hole you’ve made with your hand, cocktip poking through with nearly every thrust, leaking onto you.

“Already?” you ask in response to his cock twitching in your hold.

He nods his head sheepishly, “Uh-huh, I gotta.”

“Go ahead then, come on. Gimme a good one and next time we’ll get you a fleshlight. Can pretend it’s me when—,” he cums before you can even finish your sentence, his thighs shaking and hips bucking, dick fucking your fist nice and deep, like he’s in your pussy trying to fuck his cum as deep as possible, rut against your cervix. “…I was gonna say you can pretend your fleshlight’s me when we’re away on these things, but okay.”

“Yeah, I connected the…dots,” he says breathily, putting his fingers together to symbolize the ‘dots’ being ‘connected’. “Fuck. Gross. Three trips to splooge city enough, ball-drainer?” His cum is nice and thick this last time, came real hard. “Or you want me to let you hump my thigh? Come on, sit on your daddy’s knee,” he drawls lazily and giggles, tugging you on top of him, not a thought spared for your clothes being coated in his cum or your immediate cringe.

“Sleep. Sleeeeep, now, shut up, shut the fuck up, no — nope, none of the whole thing, just sleep, all I want. Be my weighted blanket.” He holds you like a teddy bear on top of him. He’s snoring, nice and tuckered out, in minutes, cum drying on both of your clothes and your hand, vibrator lying on the bed beside you both.

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One Roof, Two Hearts

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It turns out the one that you needed the most was infront of you the whole time.

ABOUT:

you’re a flatmate with Seungkwan & Seungcheol & you love it. the long nights, the bickering and the trust between you three is your favourite thing in the world. so when life gives you problems, you realize you need only one person only.

PAIRING(S):

Flatmate!Seungcheol, You (Y/N), Flatmate!Seungkwan, Bestfriend!Jeonghan, Friend!Joshua

GENRE:

fluff, fluff, & more fluff

WARNINGS:

just swearing, (asshole, shitty, ass) but it’s all lighthearted. some violence but its barely descriptive. mentions of being/getting drunk. they’re just down bad for each other.

NOTES:

this is my longest & favourite fic i’ve ever wrote!! i hope u guys like it, & lmk what u think!

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"Stop cheating! I thought we agreed to play fair Seungcheol.." Seungkwan whines, holding his controller so tightly you would think It would break.

Seungcheol laughs. "I'm not cheating, I just know how to kick your ass."

The game finally ends, which also ends with Seungkwan throwing his controller onto the carpet below him, sulking.

"Just admit it Cheol, you were cheating you asshol-"

"Oh so now I can't be good at a game without you accusing me of cheating?" Seungcheol says with a smirk.

It's nights like these where Seungcheol is grateful for the friends he has. Even though he wishes every night that Seungkwan would stop snoring, he loves being a flatmate with you & Seungkwan. The nights where you guys would go on late drives, & you always ended up having the aux because Seungkwan couldn't find a song in time. Or whenever you insist on learning the new video game that the boys got, and it ending up with you driving into a wall the whole game & not knowing how to back up, the whole room erupting in laughter.

He's very grateful.

"I swear when Y/N gets back she's gonna totally side with me-" Seungkwan starts, but gets interrupted by a phone call.

Seungcheol turns his phone around, revealing the call is from you. He picks up, waiting for you to speak.

"Ch-cheol?" You say, your voice breaking & the sound of honking in the distance of the call.

Seungcheol immediately stiffens hearing your pleading tone. "Y/N? What? What's going on?"

He swore he could hear a quiet sniffle, before you spoke up again. "I-I.. I didn't know who else to call a-and I'm....this guy stood me up and-"

He clenches his jaw. Cheol knew you were on a date tonight, but he didn't think you were actually serious about it. So hearing that your supposed "date" stood you up, makes him furious.

"Where are you right now?" Seungcheol asks immediately, grabbing his keys. Seungkwan looks up, in the middle of eating a bag of chips, confused.

"What's going o-" Seungkwan starts.

"Shh." Seungcheol hushes.

"Im in Main street, infront of an Italian restaurant...I think?"

"I'll be there."

Seungcheol hangs up before you get the chance to speak, already whipping open the front door before Seungkwan asks.

"Cheol?” Seungkwan leans over the couch to look at his frantic friend.

"I'll be back soon." he says before the door shuts, leaving Seungkwan alone.

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The drive to the restaurant is short. Well, Seungcheol makes it short. The second there's a green light, he's pressing on the gas pedal, frantically looking for any signs of you on the street. Someone even honks at him, but he doesn't care. All he's thinking about is making sure you're safe & protected.

After 5 painful minutes he sees you and he swears his heart breaks right then and there. You're huddled up on the curb, looking down with tears streaming down your face. He parks as fast as he can, before running out to you, not bothering to shut the car door.

"Y/N.." He says looking down at your appearance. You have some streaks of mascara running down on your cheeks, he's guessing from all the crying you've been doing. Your eyes are so puffy from the amount of tears you've been shedding. And your face, god he wishes he could just pull you in & never let you go. You look so innocent, so sad. It's breaking his heart.

He wraps his leather jacket around your shivering frame, making sure it’s secured on both of your sides when he hears your little voice.

"I'm sorry.." You say, hiccuping a sob.

Cheol's heart aches when he sees the tears in your eyes. He immediately reaches for your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Don't apologize Y/N. Never apologize." he says never breaking contact with you.

He notices how your expression still reeks of guilt, how you still look unsure and it pains him. He also notices catches how you're still shivering under his jacket. How the thin layer of leather isn't really doing much to protect you from the cold weather.

"Come on," he starts softly, "let's get you in the car."

He helps you stand up, putting a hand on your lower back as he walks you to his car. Once you reach it, he opens the passenger door for you, helping guiding you in.

He practically runs over to the other side, getting in & immediately starting the engine so he can turn the heater up.

"Is this okay? Are you warm enough?" He asks, hovering his hand over the heater, before looking at you.

You just nod, too caught up in your own emotions to talk. He takes that as a sign that you're not ready to speak yet, to tell him what really happened. So he just starts driving, glancing over at you once in a while to make sure you're okay.

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As the driving progresses, Cheol can't help but feel worried for you. He looks over at you, his expression softening as he takes in your appearance.

The dim light of the streetlights tracing your features so softly, making you look like an angel. The slight breeze of the wind from the heater blowing your hair ever so slightly, making you look so pretty. And the way your hair was dancing slowly in the wind, like even nature wanted to admire you. You really are so beautiful.

He turns his head back quick when you lock eyes with him. He wants to make sure you're okay, that you feel safe & comfortable with him.

"You doing okay?" He asks softly, glancing at you for another second.

You nod, "Yeah, thanks. Sorry I'm a mess right now."

He shakes his head, a determined look on his face.

"No you're not. You're a person with feelings."

That makes you smile at him, the first real, genuine smile you've had tonight.

"God, I'm so stupid. Why did I not expect this?" You say upset, running your hands through your hair.

Cheol looks at you confused, "What? What do you mean?"

You sigh, looking out the window before looking at him again. "Its just...he was already acting like a dick before we went on this "date", so why did I continue with it? It's practically my fault."

Seungcheol immediately stiffens at the sound of you blaming yourself, denying it. "Y/N listen to me. It's not your fault, ever. He's a shitty guy who probably still lives with his mom and does this every night to young, innocent girls."

You laugh, a genuine laugh too. You love how Cheol can always make you feel better with just a few words, thats one of the reasons you love him. As a friend, of course.

He turns to look at you when you laugh, a small, but noticeable, soft smile on his face. Before he speaks up again, "I'm really sorry you had a bad night. You don't deserve it."

You smile, nudging him on the arm. "Its okay Cheollie, I'm just glad its over now. Thanks to you." You smile.

He smiles more widely now at the sound of you saying "Cheollie". It was an old nickname you used to say when you first moved into the apartment. You used it every time you wanted to tease him, but little did you know, he secretly loved the nickname. Its nice to hear it again.

"Don't thank me, thats what I'm here for." He smiles at you again, nudging your arm aswell, making another giggle come out of you.

God, the things he would do to hear that sound over & over again.

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Once you two finally arrive back home, Seungcheol helps open the door for you, letting you go through first before following behind. He notices Seungkwan still sitting on the same spot of the couch he was on before, but this time on his phone.

Once you both kick your shoes off, you start walking deeper in the apartment. Thats what Seungkwan finally notices you two.

"Wha-" He starts, his eyes following you as you plop down onto the armchair next to him.

Seungkwan glances at Seungcheol, trying to get an answer as to what happened but Cheol just shoots back a short glare.

You sniffle, looking around as you still feel some remnants of crying from before. You notice one controller on the coffee table, and the other on the floor. "Were you guys playing games?"

"Yeah," Seungkwan starts, "before Cheol suddenly rushed out of the apartment...care to explain?"

"Just a shitty date, Seungkwan." You say looking down at your lap, suddenly recalling the nights events.

Seungcheol notices your change of mood, sitting down on the chair next to you.

Seungkwan, still being the clueless friend he is, continues,

"He didn't hurt you....right?"

His innocent question makes you cough out a slight chuckle, & earns a small smirk from Seungcheol.

"No Seungkwan. I didn't even get to see the guy." You sigh.

"Well then...what happened? Why'd you call Cheol?" Seungkwan asks.

You glance at Seungcheol, before looking down at your lap. Cheol's gaze softens as he notices your hesitation, and he knows you're not ready to talk about it right now. He glances at Seungkwan, giving him a slight nod, a silent message to steer the conversation away from this topic.

Seungkwan being the observer that he is, catches onto the cue & clears his throat. "Right. Well uh- Cheol and I were playing this new game and it was pretty fun especially because I was beating his ass the whole ti-"

Cheol interrupts him with a slight eye roll & smirk. "Woah woah you were not "beating my ass", I was going easy on you."

Seungkwan huffs, "Oh please, this room isn't big enough for your ego-"

You watch them bicker, a smile on your face. Then you suddenly get an idea.

"Hey. Let me be the judge of that." You say.

The two guys turn to you confused, Seungkwan speaks up. "Judge of what.?"

You smile. "If you actually were beating Cheol's ass, and if its true, you can get bragging rights for the rest of the night."

Seungkwan smiles wide, making both you & Cheol laugh at his excitement.

"You're going down." Seungkwan says grabbing his controller off the ground.

Seungcheol just scoffs, grabbing his controller aswell. "Yeah right. Let's let referee Y/N be the judge of that."

You cuddle more into your chair, watching the game start, the 2 boys eyes locked on the TV.

The game then starts, the two boys focused as their fingers move around the controller. As the game progresses, you can feel yourself start to relax more, your smile growing more & more as you watch the two boys be competitive.

Cheol steals glances at you from time to time, also feeling himself slowly relaxing at the sight of you looking better & happier. It's nice to see you distracted from the events of the night.

Seungkwan on the other hand, is fully immersed in the game. His competitive nature making the situation more funny that it is.

Then, Seungkwan suddenly yells out in triumph "HAH! I won that round!"

Seungcheol's expression briefly falters, but he quickly masks it with a smirk, "It was just a lucky round, I'll get you next time."

As the two bicker, with Seungkwan getting overly competitive again & Seungcheol continuing to tease him, you have an idea.

"I wanna try" you say confidently.

Both Seungkwan & Cheol look at you in surprise, none of them expecting that.

Seungkwan grins, "Are you sure? It gets pretty intense."

You roll your eyes, moving to sit in between the boys. "What? Afraid a girl will beat you?"

Seungkwan laughs. "Ha, in your dreams."

Seungcheol hands you his controller, smiling at your equally competitive nature "Let's see how good you actually are then."

You get more comfortable in the seat, before the game starts. Both yours & Seungkwan's eyes glued to the screen, with Seungcheol watching from the sides, secretly hoping you'll win.

You seem to be getting the hang of it, your fingers moving quickly over the controller with a competitive glint in your eye. And Seungcheol is watching you from time to time, impressed with how fast you caught onto the game, but also happy that you seem to have a weight off your chest. And he's glad he & Kwan are the cause of it.

Then all of sudden, you glance at Seungkwans side of the screen, noticing he wasted his last life....which means you automatically win.

You gasp before you shriek "YES!!", jumping around.

Seungkwans jaw drops as he stares at the screen in disbelief, "Wha-"

Seungcheol bursts into laughter, genuinely impressed by you winning,

"Well Kwannie, looks like the newbie just beat your ass." Cheol chuckles, eyes gleaming with pride.

Seungkwan huffs, hiding his disappointment. "Pfft, I let her win.."

Cheol shakes his head, laughing "Just face it bro, Y/N's just better than you."

That makes you even more proud, sticking your tongue out at Seungkwan. "Yeah Kwan, I'm just better."

Seungkwan crosses his arms, huffing again "Yeah, whatever."

You smile with pride, turning towards Seungcheol & high fiving him before sitting back down,

"This game is fun, let's play more."

Let's just say Kwan was in for a long night.

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After another hour of the three of you competing together, the highlight of the night was you and Seungcheol teaming up on Seungkwan, making the night even more memorable. It seems like you totally forgot about the bad date, and you're so grateful for the friends you have.

That night you're all in your respective rooms, winding down after the chaos that just occurred. You're currently sitting down at your vanity, brushing your hair while in your pyjamas. You feel fully relaxed & at peace, when someone knocks on your door.

"Come in" You say softly, turning your vanity mirror light off and standing up.

Seungcheol steps into your room, his expression still filled with worry. "Hey," he says, his voice gentle. "how are you holding up?"

You smile. sitting down on the edge of your bed. "I'm fine Cheol."

Cheol studies your face for a minute, searching for any signs of distress. He can tell that you're maybe trying to put on a brave front, but he doesn't wanna push you too much. He takes a few steps closer, a soft look on his face.

"You know you don't have to pretend for me, it's totally fine to not be fine after tonight."

You smile at his nice words, shaking your head. "No seriously, I'm fine. You and Kwannie really helped a lot...so thank you. And thank you for picking me up and dealing with my ugly crying."

Seungcheol shakes his head, a gentle smile on his face. "You don't need to thank me Y/N. I'll always be there for you, you know that." he takes a quick pause, before speaking again, "And your crying wasn't ugly at all, don't say that."

You giggle at his words, as he also takes a seat on your bed, keeping a comfortable distance.

"Can I ask you something else?" He asks.

You nod. "Ask away. I mean. I owe you something at least."

He rolls his eyes, before taking a deep breath and continuing "Why...why did you call me? Instead of...y'know Seungkwan or someone else."

You think for a moment, fidgeting with your hands in your lap before speaking, "I dont know," you shrug, "you were the first person that came to mind...I guess..?"

Cheol hums in response, your answer making his heart race at the thought that you thought of him before anyone else. He nods understandingly, his throat suddenly dry.

You can sense his nervousness, so you speak up. "Is that fine..? That I called you?"

He snaps out of his thoughts at the sound of your soft voice, and a small smile appears on his face.

"Of course, it's completely fine. I'm glad you thought of me."

He stands up, running a hand through his hair, needing some kind of air to cool himself. "I'll let you get some rest, just take it easy okay? If you need anything I'm just down the hall, always."

You smile at his kindness, nodding, "Thanks, Cheol."

He just smiles, watching you in your relaxed state for a moment before walking to the door. "Goodnight. Sweet dreams."

He exits your room, shutting the door quietly behind him. He walks back to his room, his mind racing of thoughts of you. Once he enters his room, he lays on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He replays the events of the night. The way you looked at him in such a vulnerable state, letting him see you like that. The way you laughed and smiled at Seungkwan & him's bickering. He keeps finding himself replaying the sound of your laugh, that laugh that he can never get tired of hearing. He wants to keep it buried in his memories forever.

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A week later, it seems like you totally forgot about the "date" incident, but it's all thanks to Seungcheol. He's been so so patient with you, knowing how sensitive you are, and how long it takes for you to get over these types of things. But now you're feeling better and more like yourself again.

Right now it is Jeonghan's birthday. Jeonghan is one of your closest friends, you met him through Seungcheol & Seungkwan, and are now invited to his 20th birthday party.

Seungcheol & Seungkwan are already at the party, it being held at Jeonghan's huge mansion. The two boys are drinking punch, observing the party around them. You are gonna arrive with your college friends, and Seungcheol keeps looking around for you, awaiting your arrival.

Seungkwan notices the way Cheol's gaze keeps looking around & can't help but smirk. He nudges him playfully, "Looking for someone?"

Cheol tries to play it cool, rolling his eyes, "Huh? No..I'm just...just wondering what's taking the others so long to get here. Especially her-" he quickly rephrases his words, "-them."

Seungkwan just grins, taking another sip of his punch. "Yeah, sure."

A few more minutes go by, Cheol holding his cup of punch impatiently as he waits for your arrival. Then, the front door opens, revealing you. And god, if he couldn't lose his breath more than he already has.

You're standing there, greeting some people, looking absolutely stunning. You have a black tight dress on, with a short white cardigan that cover your arms. Your hair is long & beautiful, he just wants to run his hands through it. And god, your makeup. He's seen you without makeup plenty of times, but the lipstick you have on & the mascara that makes your lashes even longer than they were before makes you look out of this world.

You look so innocent, so pretty, that his throat goes dry just at the sight of you.

Seungkwan then breaks the moment, snapping Cheol out of his daze as he calls you over. "There's Y/N! Over here!"

Seungcheol quickly composes himself, watching as you walk over, smiling radiantly.

"Hi guys!" You smile.

Both Seungkwan & Seungcheol greet you with big smiles, but Cheol's smile falters a bit as he takes in your appearance up close.

"You look great." Cheol says, his voice a bit gruff. His eyes keep lingering on you more than necessary & Seungkwan shoots him a sly smirk, knowing what he's feeling.

You smile, "Thank you. So do you."

Cheol smiles, his heart skipping a beat at your smile. He wants to tell you how beautiful you look, not wanting to say you look just "great", almost like an angel incarnate. Seungkwan looks between you two, trying not to laugh at the obvious tension.

"So, you guys ready to party?" Kwan asks, nudging Cheol.

"Just please don't get so drunk like last time Kwannie.." You say.

He grins sheepishly, "Hey, I cant help it if I get carried away."

Seungcheol rolls his eyes, shaking his head. "Just try not to end up like a mess again."

Seungkwan pats his back, "No promises," he looks between you, a sly grin on his face & he continues, "anyways, if you'll excuse me I'm gonna go annoy Wonwoo all night."

Before he can give you or Seungcheol a chance to speak, he disappears into the crowd, leaving you two alone.

Seungcheol nervously looks down at you, he's never been this nervous around you before. He's seen you all glammed up before, but tonight...it's different.

As if you can sense his thoughts, you ask, "What flavour is it? Your eyes focused on the punch bowl.

Cheol glances down at the bowl, before looking back at you, grateful for the distraction. "I think it's fruit punch." He says, trying his best to sound casual.

"Yum." You say, pouring some punch into your cup.

Seungcheol watches as you take a sip, noticing the way the cup looks slightly too big in your hand, and he finds it adorable. His heart aches even more as he speaks, "How is it?"

"Good!" You smile up at him, and he swears his heart stops at the sight of you.

"That's good," he manages to say, "thought it might taste crappy."

You nod, still smiling & still blissfully unaware of how flustered he is. "Yeah, It tastes great."

He takes another look at you, admiring the way your dress fits on your body. It complements your figure so much, making you more & more beautiful by the second. He clears his throat, his eyes never leaving you. "So, uh, did you get here okay?"

You nod, "Yup! The girls all drove in one car, is it okay if I also drive back with them?"

He nods, masking the pang of disappointment at the news. "Yeah, that's totally fine. As long as you make it home safe."

You nudge his arm, giggling slightly. "Awhh little Seungcheol wants me home safe?"

Cheol rolls his eyes playfully, nudging you back. "Shut up." he mutters, with a small smile on his face.

You two look out onto the crowd, Jeonghan's house is huge. Its 4 stories, with a huge pool in the backyard. Almost everyone here is full out drunk or getting ready to jump in the pool. Seungcheol looks around, his gaze darkening as he notices the way some guys are eyeing you & your outfit. That makes him clench his jaw, his protective nature rising within him. He doesn't like the fact that other guys get to see you like this, all dolled up & gorgeous, and it's driving him crazy. He notices the guys glancing your way, the way their eyes linger on your body & it takes all of his self control to not go tell them off right now.

You break the silence, "Hey, I need to go give Jeonghan his gift, I'll see you in a bit okay?"

Cheol nods, trying to keep his expression neutral, "Sure, go ahead. I'll be right here." He forces a smile as he watches you walk away.

He sighs, looking around once more, trying to clear his mind.

Why is he feeling this type of way?

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An hour later, the party is still loud and as lively as ever. Seungcheol hasn't seen you since you arrived, and he's a little worried. Right now he's talking to Joshua, one of his best friends since middle school. As the two boys talk, Cheol's gaze wanders around, looking for any sight of you. As if the gods above knew he was looking for you, he finally spots you. You're getting comfortable outside near the pool, on one of the chairs. You lay down comfortably, taking your phone out of your pocket & taking photos of the stars.

He tries to keep focusing on the conversation he & Joshua are having, but Josh notices his distracted state. "Hey you alright man? You seem a bit off tonight."

Cheol snaps out of his thoughts, forcing a smile & nodding. "Yeah I'm fine, just... a lot of my mind."

Joshua nods, continuing to speak. Seungcheol doesn't even know what his friend is talking about, all he is focused on is you, looking so peaceful, relaxing under the stars.

As Josh is talking, he glances over at you again. But this time, theres someone new. A guy walks up to you, seemingly starting a conversation, and you smile. You guys start talking, and Cheol's eyes narrow as he sees this scene play out. He wants to know what you're saying, why you're smiling up at him like that, but he keeps his cool for his friends sake.

As Seungcheol keeps watching the interaction from afar, he notices that the guy sits down on the chair with you, beside your legs. He places one hand on your bare knee, and his jaw clenches. He can see your uncomfortable face, the way you're trying to mask a fake smile to seem polite & it fuels his anger even more.

Cheol leans towards Joshua, his voice low. "Who is that guy talking to Y/N?"

Joshua follows his gaze, his eyes examining the guy for a moment before speaking up. "Oh, him? That's Jay."

Cheol's grip on the cup tightens, annoyance coursing through him. "Jay, huh?" he mutters, still watching the interaction between you two. He can notice how you try to attempt to move away from the guys touch, but his hand still rests on your leg & that was the breaking point for him. The way that Jay was touching you without consent is beyond irritating. Cheol grits his teeth, before muttering a quick excuse to Joshua and walking over to you two.

He doesn't waste time going over to you, anger radiating off of him as he taps Jay on the shoulder. "Get your hand off of her." Cheol says, clearly angry.

Jay's head snaps to look at him, a hint of annoyance on his face. "What did you say?"

The sight of Jay's cockiness makes Seungcheol even more frustrated, he repeats himself, this time his voice more stern. "Get your damn hand off of her."

Jay sneers, clearly annoyed. "Why? It's just a party and we're just having some fun." Jay turns his head to look at you, "Isn't that right, princess?"

Seungcheol twitches at the sound of the nickname he gave you, clearly not up for any jokes anymore. He glances at you, seeing you look up at him, the same uncomfortable look on your face making his heart break. He clenches his jaw even more, speaking up. "She looks anything but comfortable." Cheol says through gritted teeth.

Jay scoffs, his hand still resting on your leg. "She's just shy."

Seungcheol can't take it anymore. The way you look so uncomfortable and scared fuels his anger towards Jay even more. Without thinking, he grabs Jay's wrist tightly, pulling him up. Jay's hand loses contact with your thigh & he speaks, "What the hell man?!"

Seungcheol's eyes darken, staring right into his eyes "Hand. off. of. her."

Jay huffs, realizing he should take the hint. "Its off its off! Geesh.. I was just trying to be friendly."

Cheol's grip on Jay never loosens one bit, but once he sees his hand finally off of you, he lets go. "Friendly my ass."

Jay rubs his wrist in pain, glaring at Cheol. "What's your problem man? She was perfectly fine until you showed up."

Cheol scoffs, taking a step closer to Jay. "My "problem" is that you were clearly making her uncomfortable, and touching her without her consent."

Jay seems to not wanna turn down as he speaks, "What? You like her boyfriend or something?"

The question makes Seungcheol's jaw tighten, simply responding with, "Doesn't matter if I am or not."

Jay laughs, clearly amused by this whole situation. "Then back off. Why are you even so pissed off?"

Cheol's temper flares up again, his patience wearing thin. "Because you were touching her without her consent. It doesn't take much to be a decent human being."

Jay smirks, "Oh so you're her knight in shining armor huh? Whats next? Wanna be her prince charming?" he snickers.

Seungcheols hands clench into a fist, anger building up inside of him. Jay seems to notice his clenched fists & smiles, "Wow, I really got to you, huh?"

Seungcheol wants nothing more than to punch Jay in the face, but for your sake, he tries to remain somewhat calm. He takes a deep breath before speaking, "Just back off."

Jay, seemingly taking the hint, starts to walk off. But as he's walking he mumbles "Her body isn't even that good anyways-"

As soon as Cheol hears that, his patience snaps. He turns around and walks to Jay, turning him around.

"Oh? You gonna do something about it no-"

Seungcheol doesn't even let him finish before his fist connects with his face. A loud thud echos the air as Jay stumbles, holding his nose in pain, shooting Cheol a glare.

"Cheol!" You say in panic, standing up.

Seungcheol stops as his attention briefly turns towards you. The sound of your voice snaps him out of the moment, and his heart sinks as he realizes the scene he just caused. His gaze softens as he looks at you, before Jay speaks up again.

"A single punch? That's it? Man, you can have her. She's ugly anyways"

Seungcheol's vision goes red as soon as those words leave Jay's mouth. He clenches his fist once more, ready to lunge at Jay for the second time. But before he can do anything, you step in between them, placing your hand on Cheol's chest.

"Stop...please just...just stop." you say softly, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

Seungcheol freezes upon hearing your voice, your touch calming him and his anger. He watches as Jay runs away, still holding his bloody nose as some of his friends follow after. He takes a deep breath, trying to catch his composure before you speak softly,

"Cheol your hand....."

He looks down at his hand, noticing his bruised & slightly bloodied knuckles as he winces a bit, feeling the pain set in. "It's fine.." he mutters, trying to brush it off.

You don't believe him one bit, saying, "Cheol, it doesn't look fine."

Before he can get a chance to protest, you gently grab his wrist and walk through the crowds, trying to find a quieter place. He doesn't fight back, feeling people's gaze on him as they walk through the crowd.

You drag him into one of the many bathrooms this house has, shutting the door behind you guys. His breath hitches with the proximity of you two, but you don't seem to notice, rummaging through the drawers to find some sort of medicine or healing products.

Seungcheol clears his throat, "You don't have to do this Y/N, my hand is fine."

He can see that you're not gonna take no for an answer. The way you turn around, holding a wet cloth and a pill in the other hand, looking so caring & worried for him makes his heart melt for a second.

"Shush. Now can you sit on the toilet? This may sting for a moment." You say.

He nods, sitting down on the toilet seat & holding his hand out to you. He watches as you gently put the cloth on his knuckles, you glance at his reaction before dabbing around it. You're doing it so gently that he feels so special.

"How does it feel?" You ask, concentrated on his hand.

He nods, looking up at you. "Great. Thank you Y/N, you didn't have to do this." He says. He would be lying if he said it still didn't sting a bit, but he didn't want to tell you that.

You shake your head, looking at him for a moment. "Seungcheol, you just punched a guy for me, i at least owe you this." you say before continuing to work on his hand with care.

He chuckles quietly, admiring your features since you're so upclose. He suddenly feels nervous, but at the same time your presence is calming him down from the chaos from earlier. He loves how gentle you're being, how soft & precise your movements are, it really feels like you care for him.

Then all of a sudden, the door swings open, revealing Jeonghan. A really...really drunk Jeonghan. He stumbles into the bathroom, his cheeks flushed from drinking. He grins at the sight of the two of you, "Oh there you guys are." he clurs, leaning against the door frame.

Seungcheol raises an eyebrow, sighing at this friends drunken state. "How much did you have to drink, Jeonghan?

Jeonghan wobbles and grins even wider than before, he holds up three fingers. "Threeeee or four drinks...maybe more!!" he laughs loudly, it echoing through the small bathroom.

Cheol snickers. "You idiot, you're gonna be so hungover tomorrow."

Jeonghan waves him off, smiling like an idiot, "Pft..I'm immune to hangovers."

Cheol shakes his head, and you take a break from tending to his hand. You turn to Jeonghan and ask, "Wheres Seungkwan, Han?"

Jeonghan blinks, as if he's trying to remember the name. "Oh, right, Seungkwan. He's on the couch, completely wastedd!!!"

That makes you even more annoyed, you sigh. "You're joking, right?"

Jeonghan shakes his head, hiccuping. "Nope, not joking. You should see him, he's totally shitfaced."

You glance at Cheol, worry in your expression as you ask, "You feel good to walk or do you need to rest?"

He glances down at his hand, which is still in your grip. He hesitates for a moment before shaking his head. "I can walk, I'm fine." He stands up from the toilet seat, towering over you in the tightness of the bathroom.

You nod and excuse yourself from Jeonghan to go find Seungkwan, Seungcheol following behind.

As you're walking, you can already hear Seungkwan's drunken voice & the faint sound of his slurred voice echo through the room. We then enter the living room, finding Seungkwan on the couch slumped over. His eyes are glassy & unfocused, as he hiccups every now and then. Seungcheol rolls his eyes, smiling in amusement at the scene, "This idiot, I knew he would get drunk."

Seungkwan looks up at you two, his face breaking into a goofy smile. "Ahhhhh there you aree!" he slurs, trying to stand from the cough but falling back down.

You frown, "Seungkwan! We told you not to drink too much."

He grins up at you, being too drunk to even stand up straight, and his words slurring tigether as he responds. "Why nottt? It's a partyyyy."

Seungcheol can see you sigh again, and he can see that your eyes are full of worry. You walk over to Seungkwan, linking your arm with his trying to pull him up. Cheol can see your struggle and immediately walks over to help you pick up his other side. As you and Cheol struggle to support Seungkwans weight, he leans heavily on you, mumbling incoherently. He's completely drunk, relying on you & Cheol.

"We're getting you home Kwannie." You say, your eyes focused infront of you.

Seungkwan giggles drunkenly, before he hiccups and slurs. "I don't wanna go homeeee."

Cheol shakes him slightly, "Tough luck, you can't stay here in this state."

That makes Seungkwan pout, but he doesn't argue further, instead. he rests his head on your shoulder as you two lead him to his car. Seungcheol looks over, his eyes softening as he takes in the sight. He notices how determined you are to get Kwan home, and it melts his heart.

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After a very long drive of Seungkwan telling a story that doesn't make sense, you in the passenger seat trying your best to listen & Seungcheol driving with a grin on his face, you're now home.

Seungkwan collapses on the couch, his eyes closing immediately as he lays down. You walk to the kitchen to grab him a glass of water, hoping it'll somewhat help with the hangover. Seungcheol follows you in the kitchen, leaning on the counter as he watches you fill up a cup with water.

"You always take care of everyone, don't you? he says quietly, his voice soft.

You look at him confused, "What do you mean?"

He smiles at you warmly, "You always take care of everyone," he repeats. "you're always the one taking care of others, even if it's at the expense of yourself. Like for tonight for example, you helped me with my hand, and now dealing with annoying Seungkwan."

You just smile and shrug, not knowing how to respond. "I like doing it."

He smiles at you warmly, your selfness shining through your sweet words. "Of course you do." he mutters, unable to keep the affection out of his voice. "Always putting yourself last."

You gasp dramatically, putting a hand over your chest. "Hey! I do not!!"

Cheol chuckles softly, his gaze never leaving your face. "Oh really? Because I've seen you sacrifice your own happiness countless times just to make sure everyone else is taken care of."

"Oh yeah? List one time." you say with a slight giggle.

He raises an eyebrow at your challenge, a smirk on his lips. "Let me see...there was a time you gave your last slice of pizza to Jeonghan because he was starving, and that time you stayed up all night helping Joshua study for a test. Those are just two instances that came to mind."

You hesitate, smiling. "Well, those don't count!"

Seungcheol just laughs, shaking his head. "You're impossible."

You smile at him, sticking your tongue out at him before walking back to the living room where Seungkwan is.

Cheol watches your tongue sticking out at him, his heart skipping a beat at the cute gesture. He follows you out of the kitchen to Seungkwan, watching him still in the same position as before.

You crouch down so you're leveled with Kwan, and you gently speak. "Seungkwan...sit up. I brought you some water."

Seungkwan groans softly, his eyes slowly opening as he meets yours. He looks wrecked, his hair disheveled and his eyes barely staying open. But he still manages to muster a small smile to you, "Thanks." he mumbles.

He takes the glass of water from you, his hand shaking slightly as he brings it to his lips. He takes small sips, his eyes closing slightly as the water cools his parched throat.

"Mmm..that feels nice." he mutters in between sips.

Seungcheol stands a few feet back, observing the amusing scene in front of him. He can't help but feel a hint of admiration at the way you take care of Seungkwan, even when he's being a little annoying and hard to work with.

Seungkwan finishes the water, a dribble of it spilling down his chin as he hands you the cup. He wipes his chin as his eyes start to close again. You adjust his head on the pillow he's on, making sure he's nice & comfortable. You then grab a blanket, draping it over his body as you gently tuck him in.

Seungkwan mumbles something along the lines of "thank you" before his eyes close completely. He curls up under the blanket, a small snore escaping his lips. On the other hand, Seungcheol is still in awe of you. He watched as you tucked Seungkwan in, his heart swelling in his chest. I mean, he's always been in awe of your caring nature, but seeing it up close, just drives him insane.

He takes a step closer to you, his voice soft. "You're really so sweet, you know that?"

You turn around confused, standing up to meet his level as you whisper, "What?"

Cheol smiles at you, his eyes crinkling a bit. "I said you're really sweet. Watching you take care of him like that, it's really heartwarming."

You shrug, a bit shy at his words. "Well someone has to."

He chuckles softly, "Thats true, but not everyone would go to the extent you do. It's in your nature to care for others, isn't it?"

You smile shyly, shrugging. "I just care a lot about the people around me, I want them to feel loved."

His heart warms at your words, his gaze moving between you and Seungkwan's sleeping frame. The way you tucked him in so softly, being so patient with his drunk self makes him want to protect you. The way you care for others, makes him want to return the favour, to make you feel special and loved in his arms.

God, is he...

Is he in love?

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Seungcheol doesn't know what to do at this point. Its been a few weeks since he came to term with his feelings, but he doesn't know what to do with them. Does he ignore them? Act on them? He doesn't wanna make you uncomfortable, but also knows these feelings are real. He really does love you.

Right now it's Seungkwan's birthday, and he's at classes. You and Cheol decided to attempt to make him a birthday cake. Right now you're both in the kitchen, you're tying your apron up and Seungcheol is finding a recipe. You decided to just make a plain vanilla cake, nothing can go wrong, right?

"Do you know when Kwan will be home?" he asks, setting the phone down and putting on his apron aswell.

You think for a moment. "Yeah, he said around 4. So that gives us around 3 hours."

He nods, smiling at you before sighing. "Are we sure this is a good idea? We could just buy a cake, you know."

You frown, shaking your head. "That's boring. Homemade is much more thoughtful." you say as you pick up the phone he was just on.

"Right," Cheol starts, "because nothing screams 'thoughtful' like a burnt, lopsided cake."

You ignore him, rolling your eyes playfully. "You think this is a good recipe?" you ask, scrolling through it.

He nods, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, it looks decent. Plus Seungkwan can't expect too much from us."

That makes you giggle, smiling at him. "But it's meant to be a surprise. I want him to at least enjoy the cake."

He chuckles softly. "He will, don't worry."

You sigh, holding your pinkie up. "Promise me the kitchen wont end up in flames."

He smiles, locking his pinkie with yours. "Promise."

2 hours later

The kitchen was a mess. There was flour all over the countertops, sugar spilled near the sink, and a suspicious amount of egg yolk that ended up on the floor. The air smelled vaguely of vanilla but also a hint of something burnt, which was a problem, considering the cake hadn't even gone in the oven yet.

You groan, looking through the recipe again. "This was supposed to be easy."

Seungcheol chuckles, rolling his sleeves up for what felt like the millionth time today. "Baking is mean to be science, we did exactly what the recipe said."

You glare at him, showing him the phone. "Cheol. It literally says at the top of the website in big, bolded letters "The easiest recipe known-to-man!"

That makes him bite his lip, trying to hide a laugh at your angry but adorable expression. You have flour all over your face and somehow on your neck, with your hair that was once in a neat ponytail, now sticking out in every direction.

"Hey listen." Cheol starts, "Yes, the cake may not be perfect, but it was made with love."

"No it wasn't."

"Y/N!"

That makes you both laugh, the air suddenly turning more playful and relaxed. You sigh again, looking around. "We made a mess.."

Seungcheol looks around aswell, some flour even on his elbow as he smiles. "Well then...Seungkwan's birthday gift will be to clean it up!"

"Fine with me." you say putting some hair behind your ears.

He smiles at your still stiff expression & body, and he wants to ease it even just a little bit. He grabs the only bag of flour left on the counter, digging his hand in, making eye contact with you.

You, catching onto what his intentions are, subtly start backing away "Don't."

"Oh, I think I will."

Before you could run away, Cheol threw a handful of flour at you, it landing on your neck and chest.

"HEY!" You yelp, "Oh you are so dead."

Suddenly, it wasn't baking anymore. It was war. The two of you abandoned the cake entirely, grabbing whatever you could and throwing it. Laughter fills up the room, aswell as more flour. It was the kind of laughter that made it hard to breathe, the kind that felt light and stupid, but also good.

During the chaos, you tried to dodge some more flour that Cheol was throwing, but slipped instead. Instinctively, Seungcheol grabbed you by the waist before you could fall, steadying you.

You both freeze.

Your breaths are still heavy from the chaos, your faces inches apart. Seungcheol's hands are firm on your hips, and your fingers are curled against the top of his shirt. The laughter is suddenly faded, replaced by something warmer.

"You...you have something-" Seungcheol mummurs, reaching out to slightly graze your cheek as he wipes a smudge of flour. You would laugh, considering you are covered in flour, but the intensity of the moment makes you lose words. The only words you can mutter out are, "Yeah?"

There was a moment where you guys could've stepped away, but neither of you did.

Instead, Seungcheol tilted his head just so slightly, his eyes flickering down to your lips.

"I think we ruined the cake." he whispers.

"Who cares?" you whisper back.

And then, you kissed.

Seungcheol couldn't believe this was happening, but wanted to take advantage of this moment. The kiss was soft at first, almost hesitant. But then you pulled him closer, grabbing the neckline of his shirt closer to you, bring you closer than ever. The kiss was so sweet, so deep and breathless, just like you guys.

Once you finally pull apart, Cheol lets out a shaky laugh.

"You taste like flour"

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't bring it to yourself to stop smiling, still holding onto his shirt tightly. "Well, you taste like an idiot."

"You like it, though."

You huff, grabbing a handful of leftover frosting and smearing it across his cheek, giggling.

"Hey!"

"That's what you get for throwing flour on me."

"Oh, you're in for it now-"

You could say the cake was completely forgotten, only the warmth and normalcy of the two of you together being the only thing that mattered.

Sorry Seungkwan.

[gamequoteshowdown]

WARNING THIS POLL CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE FOLLOWING GAMES: Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective

Quote 1: "Whatsa matter? All those broken bones smart a bit? What's it like to feel pain? Does it make you feel ALIVE?" - The Man In Red, Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective

Quote 2: "It might make it hurt a little bit when I move you, though… Quite a little bit, actually." - The Man In Red, Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective

Propaganda under cut (TRUE NAME UNDER CUT)

Quote 1: I'm going to put this as spoiler-free as I can: this character is so freaking tragic and this line is exactly why. What is life without pain? Practically nonexistent. Also he says this to one of my favorite characters so extra villain points there. - Submission 1

This is one one of the first things we hear him say and it already displays how bitter he is over his death, which is his motivation for being a villain - Submission 2

Quote 2: (Mod) YOMIEL OH MY LORD THE CHARACTER YOU ARE. I really don't really know what to say here, the quote is so good, the character is so good, all of it. If I had to give one reason to vote for this it would simply be that this is said to the police commander (? I forgot his title IM SORRY) and it just encapsulates the seriousness of what is happening, contrasting other parts of the game that are supposed to be comedic. IDK GUYS I JUST LOVE THIS QUOTE

@kitkat-the-muffin @the-imaginary-ditto @ghost-trick-heritage-posts

[randomperson0k]

'peak' i say as im dragged to my cell

in order

monster hunter hyde + dorian. superhero team but they all dont want to be there i luvv them theyre my first actual j&h version i made. uh. we dont talk about the old designs though. my design skills used to be so stinky the colors were NASTY

next generation j&h [theyre the grandkid of jekyll] i didnt finish the ref because im lazy. theyre supposed to be a rip off hannah montannah except with a j&h type situation because i deserve at least one joke j&h version as compensation for all the serious ones ive made.

alternative ending hyde. jekyll is considered dead by the public and they inherited the stuff from the will. the cyanide didnt work and utterson never went to jekylls house on that day etc etc. lowkey feel bad for my jekyll design in this one i STILL dont have a set reference for them urghh. look its hard ok. i need to perfect him before i can release him into the wild. for this adaptation the general plot is basically i just explore my versions of the characters give them a semi happy ending after the events of the novella and then run them over with a car idk im probably gonna kill them yeah they cant be happy nuh uh. im a HUGEEEEEEE sucker for endings where the character is so close to reaching like perfection and paradise in life and finally being happy then they keel over before they can FINALLY experience it and live that happy life [or theyve had a taste of it for like a day and then die the next day]. .. ... i may be evil???

ALSO I FOUND A 5K WORD UNFINISHED FANFIC IN MY WORD DOCUMENTS i dont know where it came from and i dont know why i forgot about it but im picking it back up so ill probably post that soon. its kinda messy thought because i dropped it for a year before i found it again + i had to edit a LOT of things to fit more with changes ive made to the characters

[wraithamongtheroses]

Okay i have re watched the episode many times and it is time to ramble.

This was a LOT.

(Adding a cut because i said way more than i thought i would)

It starts with the call from Afton, who gives him the ultimatum of two weeks which. Is not a lot of time, with what it is implied eclipse is trying to do for him! Which does not help his mental state and is probably the thing that set all of it over.

Annnnd then we have everything he said to roxy which. Yikes my guy, please stop projecting og!puppet onto roxy my girl did nothing-(at least my interpretation is a lot of that sounded like things he wanted to say to og!puppet, i may be wrong there).

And then we get into one of two parts that just Especially gut punches me, he confirms out loud "I'm supposed to be the best at this! I'm not supposed to struggle! I'm supposed to be the one who gets things done!" Which. Two things about this gut punch me. 1st thing is, Old moon parallels. Second thing is, he tears himself apart whenever he can't do something, because he struggles to rely on people so much and i mean. It makes sense that he struggles to rely on people! Look at his whole arc from v1 to now. Lunar, BM, Solar Flare, hell even the star itself depending on how sentient you think it is. Yes it was his actions that pushed them away but going from his perspective, it was betrayal.

Past that we get to the second of the two parts that gut punches me. "They're stuck in their heads, their body being used like a tool, and i can't help them." GOD Their situation probably reminds him so much of his with the mimic, and with him already blaming himself for their disappearance (despite it being the mimics fault) its clearly eating at him even more. Also the whole "I'm not a dad, i can never be a dad, i can hardly take care of myself" coupled with directly after that saying "I have to be strong. Because if i'm not who the fuck else will be." Again, old moon parallels He's so terrified of losing a family he doesn't even feel qualified to take care of.

And then the "I don't even know why i care about them." and "They're the only thing i have." The "They're the only thing i have" hit SO hard because. They really are. Thats his Family thats his Children. They're all he's got in terms of what he can call a Purpose and a Home.

I think he cares about Andy and Jake because, Jake chose him and wasn't afraid of him, and he related to Andy's situation. Andrew adopted him lets be so honest. He did NOT want anything to do with andrew at first andrew just said "i'm in your life now and i ain't leaving". And Charlie is because puppet asked and he feels responsible.

Eclipse. The man that you are. I'm glad he both finally cried and also finally got some form of comfort.

Also i think its neat how roxy puts an emphasis on We whenever she talks to him. I'm pretty sure (correct me if im wrong) Puppet most of the time would just tell him "you'll" figure it out". But Roxy is willing to actually no strings attached beyond general social niceties help eclipse, and she uses "we'll" figure it out.

Also for an even more heart wrenching re-watch experience i recommend at around right after aftons call ends turning on the song "A Quick One Before The Eternal Worm Devours Connecticut" By have a nice life. 10/10 would make the background music of a characters breakdown again /silly

(I hope this was mildly coherent i think many things about eclipse but im not good at putting them into words)

[shreletsplay]

tw: opinions 😰🤯

I don't like hyunluka. I don't ship hyunluka. I think hyun woo is extremely overlooked. honestly maybe I woulda liked the ship if Luka didn't fucking kill her brother! one mistake bro. ONE. it was HEAVILY implied so don't tell me he didn't do it bro what am I supposed to think when I see hyun woo dead and Luka laying there next to him smiling like a freak ?? but some ppl just overlook this and ship them anyway! I think family by blood is way more important than romance and being in love! (unless you have a shit family, but hyun woo wasn't shit!) if someone I really loved killed my sister I wouldn't forgive them no mater how much I loved them. ppl js pay attention to romance and shipping all the time when platonic and familial relationships are just as good?? it's like ppl saying Ivan "hated mizi". he didn't. they were fucking BESTIES. and I don't understand why hyuna liked him back. even in all in when she was having flashbacks of Luka she was literally tweaking out, she rejected his kiss,,there's the possibility that she rejected it out of shock and stuff but I DONT GET WHY SHE LIKED HIM BACK. didn't he do that after killing her brother???? does she not care about hyun woo? wtf happened? I saw someone say "mizi lost everyone but luka lost his everything"...mizi lost her 'everything' when sua died. then hyuna gave her hope again knowing she'd possibly be able to save ivsn and till but guess what! they died too! so did hyuna! i understand that luka had a hard time sinxe he DOES like hyuna but no fucking way he had a harder time than mizi. He was ENJOYING manipulating her and till and probably his previous opponents too. anyway I'll stop yapping...I might joke abt hyunluka like "hyuna top" "Luka mpreg haha" and I also joke like being freaky abt Luka cus he's rlly pretty but I don't actually like him or ship them...btw i DO think he is a rlly good character in terms of the way he's written, sure he may be 'misunderstood' in some aspects, but hes my least favorite. i also get why hyuna would like him BEFORE he killed hyun woo, but im wondering why she still did after it happened??? thats all. thank you and goodbye

[that1notetaker]

Okay so I was trying hard to do that exactly, so I'm so glad you pointed it out,,,,!!!

I think it might be because everything Blaise says, even if he IS pushing it, it's also supposed to be a subtle way of involving Theo and making him connect the dots.

He goes for the throat, immediately followed by something tame and a fun vibe that's not supposed to FEEL like an actual threat, more like Blaise playing around, to balance things, as well as balance Theo's rapidly growing bad mood. At least that was the point?? Like everything blaise says is meant to: a) annoy Theo by being purposely dismissive of Harry to make Theo jump. And b) saying something that, in any other situation might make Theo jealous.

But because this is HARRY we're talking about, who, at this point, Theo knows a little personally better, well. It doesn't hit the mark.

And right after Blaise realises he's gone too far, he immediately retreats to Safe Boundary Zone where he stops playing about.

THE 'NAH YOU CAN RISK DEATH THIS TIME' KILLED ME. OH MY GOD. HE WOULD HAHA??

Man, I feel like Theo would have THE Death stare. I love how Hermione's and Ron's impression of Theo is that he's one creepy, intimidating, stringy guy. I love that's the vision they have, because a) He is. And B) every time harry sees Theo, either he thinks it's mad cool, or he sees THEO rather than the paint cover.

YESSS. THEO CHANGING THE RULES! Okay so PERSONALLY, I like a good balance: i like that Harry can change the rules for himself, or at least with the intention to. But I love that Theo would have his back, either because he's in the shadows supporting Harry, or because he's upfront about it.

I feel like Theo tends to be there for Harry in a subtle way, a drawn-in way that lets Theo protect himself also, UNLESS circumstances hit the fan and he has to be more direct. Which fits Harry perfectly, because Harry doesn't like making a big deal out of the stuff that happen to him. He rolls with the punches and doesn't like to shine light on it for too long; the issue is that Harry's issues aren't really ADDRESSED. And THATS what people who care about Harry are concerned about.

But even then, the people who are concerned about Harry, his closest friends (The weasleys, Hermione, Black, lupin, tonks, etc...)...they are all INVOLVED people. They are characters that don't have a proper Outside POV, a genuine, outsider pov that lets them act or think without the Veil of 'theres important stuff going on that I also need to put my attention on. That, and I'm in the thick of it.'

Ron and Hermione are used to dealing with the same issues as harry, right beside him. Because they face things together (most of the time anyway) and have each others support, it's harder to go 'ah. Yes. That is completely fucking nuts for something to happen to minors isn't it'.

But the cool thing about Theo is that he brings perspective. Then again, anyone could bring perspective, right? Sure. Only, Theo, in our version of him, he falls back JUST enough to What The Fuck, but close enough to call out the circumstances for what they are: them being Fucked Up.

He leans towards himself with a cool, collected manner drilled into his head, BUT he also has that fire that spurs him to take arms if necessary.

"I care but not really but YES really'

Anyway. YOU POSTED S POST WITH SONGS AND I HAVENT HEARD THEM YET BECAUSE IT WAS LATE BUT IM GOING TO!! Thank you for the brain worms, this will be PERFECT to write/draw/make brain AMV's.

{{{This us

SINCE DAY ONE. @jundsthoughts @wixenforever

Another comic inspired by the awesome NottPott fic, The Burning of The Library by wixen here. In which Blaise is a suave motherfucker who wants Theo to get a hint, and ends up realising that the whole thing is deeper than both Draco and he thought. Theo remains oblivious for the most part, hidden under layers of intensity he doesnt have a name to yet.

Blaise, draco, who are used to this level of caring for one another from their parents. Also, common sense and Theo being an open hearted mf: 😳😳😳

Harry, somewhere: Ive never been more confused in my entire life.

[meanderfall]

the assistant director who was always annoyed at me for being late for work and getting back from my breaks just got fired for time theft