#im so gonna jinx it though. and all that said i still think im gonna test positive for one (mostly asymptomatic) infection. but to be fair

[seilon]

so far so good except im low in vitamin B. tune in for more blood updates

ok got my 30000 labs done

[jellitchi]

vat7k designs in my head...

i thought their canon designs were a eensy weensy bit Unpolished so i made these mostly for myself. erm if u rly want it i think varian is 19 here, hugo 19, nuru 18, yong 12.

i also made rhem all playlists and had to draw them a cover so thats what the last img is I linked each of em under my notes for all of em... Under the cut is Like a Huge Infodump of notes i have for each chara,,,,,,

i kept varians design basically the same, i dislike the design w the orange neck thing so i just Nuked it😭... Here's Varians playlist

Hugos design i just wanted to put him in something more Loose. hes a thief, a professional escape artist. i dont think wearing clunky metal is ideal for him. i also gave him a prosthetic arm (blond w no arm design trope!) but u cant see it in the ref so i added another drawing of him in his under layering👍 i vaguely referenced russian(?) clothes for him as well... Yeah not too much changed w him i just tried to make him slippery-er. Here's Hugo's playlist

yong came relatively easy to me, if it wasn't obvious i did rip gaming from g*nshin's hoodie. i thought the lion hood was Adorable and freaking perfect for what i had in mind for hos character. since the og notes said the fire kingdom is loosely Chinese inspired i basically just kept that. i mashed tgt a buncha diff dynasties though sorry for how inconsistent i was... i think he looks Okay. anyways i changed yongs role a bit, ill explain why im adjusting some of their roles later but i kept yong as the Jinx Type character. hes the eldest in his family and has a buncha younger siblings, hes a lion dancer and does performances w his family/siblings. he rly like special effects n keeps tryna incorporate his fireworks into their performances (it flops and he has to sew up the dmg) ill explain more of yongs role in another post maybe shrugs... Here's Yong's Playlist

miss nuru was a bit of a struggle for me i might share my full design process with her coz i did a Bunch of mockups for her😭😭😭... i didnt have a specific country of reference for her but i chose to make her vaguely south asian inspired. i also really wanted to keep the sheer fabric w the star / constellation map. i love that idea its so cute so shes still technically the navigator. but she also wields a sword too, fencing or whatever. (her and varian r Huge Cass fangirls which is probably why she started tryna use a sword (snuck out to watch cass compete) Okay ill talk abt this later) in my head, okay ill Probably make a whole nother post talking abt how im interpreting/writing each chara, but in my head i think nuru is the youngest and her kingdom's archivist. shes mostly in charge of like Her kingdoms history / artifacts / etc. ok im getting too side tracked ill save the lore dump for later but thats Nurus role in the party. Here's Nuru's Playlist

uhm below i made their character stats mostly to help me with planning / role developing. the yellow is their base stats the color behind is their end stats i guess. i was gonna explain my reasoning for their stats but ermm this post is kinda Really long so sorry😭... varian max int for obvious reasons, also max charisma just coz i feel like u kinda learn a thing or two being around a couple manipulators and spending time in jail idk shrugs... (also lets not forget the "ud b surprised what ppl would do for a cookie!") Hugo slippery guy, if a brick is thrown at him as hes running hes gonna try n run faster to shatter it, his mindset is Run Run Run! i think hes relatively agile too but yeah mostly a Speedster. i think he n varian got no Physical strength varian maybe just like A little coz Farm boy but I rly doubt quirin is making him do a Lotta heavy lifting. yong has incredible stamina and agility because hed a performer. nuru is the strongest coz this team would literally Flop without a proper Offense😭... i think varian n hugo r able to outwit plenty of their opponents but i think nuru is pretty good in a fight, same w yong. Yeah Okay Sorry for a Long Long Post thanks hope u guys enjoy

[oreo-oro-orero]

Some More dialogue of @redrum-alice Dating sim AU😭

Cupid Ending playthrough 

Jinx: "WELL AT LEAST IM NOT TRYING TO PLAY HERO ALL THE DAMN TIME, MUST BE COMPENSATING FOR HOW MUCH LOSER YOU ARE!"

Ekko: "I'm the loser huh, well at least I didn't ghost everyone for damn near three years then come back as a completely different person and expect everyone to just move on like nothing happened but I guess that's par for the course for you huh? Everyone has to bend to Jinx's will or she starts destroying stuff like a child."

*You groan silently and roll your eyes while peeking at them from inside the storage closest, "God is arguing the only thing these two do.". You thought that maybe getting in a classroom together would help them finally realize how down bad they are for one another but that was honestly just wishful thinking on your end but this is still all part of the plan. If your correct on your assumption they had a similar argument before you caught them sucking face in the janitorscloset*

Jinx: "Oh I'm the child huh...well I've guess you've got it all figured out Mr.Perfect, Ekko the Grown up and definitely not the jealousy little boy he really is. You think I don't know why Toby ended up in the hospital with a broken nose, busted eye and a concussion?"

*Ekko grimaced and looked away and Jinx's face stretched into that oh so famous Cheshire grin. He hated when she did that...he hated how cuter it made her*

Jinx: "Honestly I don't blame you, I mean when the guy who was getting a bit handsy on your childhood crush in the middle of a party starts bragging about It, I would lose my cool to. Still I didn't think you'd have the balls to do it and it was sweet when you told him how he doesn't know anything about...what was it you said? Oh "My girl". little man is still holding on to his wittle childhood dreams how sickeningly sad."

*Ekko clenched his fist but relaxed it just as quickly. He turned back to Jinx and chuckled and relaxed into that oh so recognizable smirk. She hated that smirk...that stupid...annoying... Sexy smirk*

Ekko: "Yeah ya caught...I'm sure you would know all about revenge after all. I'm sure Mindy would love to recount how good you are at it."

*Jinx's grin faded and her cheeks started to gain a familiar hint of red*

Ekko: "I mean it makes sense though, seeing the boy you used to write love letters too getting grinded on by some random chick would cause anyone to feel some type of way. Still though was the knife and cut off pinkie really necessary? I am flattered though that while holding a knife up to her nose you said....what was it...um...oh "Stay away from my little man" really it warmed my heart."

*Jinx's face is beet red and you swear you see a vain popping out her forehead*

Jinx: "You really wanna fight right here, Little man?"

*Jinx said her breath heaving. She bears her candy colored nails and readys to pounce....she knows what he's gonna say....she knows what she's gonna do when he says. They know eachother to damn well*

*Ekko took off his jacket and scarf, he already knew what he was gonna say...he already knew what was gonna happen when he said it....he knows her too well... she knows him to well.*

Ekko: "Your move....Pow-Pow."

*And in a flash of blue, brown, pink and green both of them are on the floor biting, scratch and punching at each other*

*You sigh as the third phase of your plan comes to fruition. "Alright." You say to yourself "now it's time for the final step." These two idiots have been running around in circles for too long. One minute they hate eachother the next they can't stand being apart. One minute their arguing the next their tongues are down each other's throats with neither one willing to come up for air. One minute both of them are talking about how disgusting the other is the next their bedrooms are filled with quiet moans and whispered names of one another. For the safety of the school and tbh for mankind itself, these two will get together. You'll make sure of it.*

[kouyuzu]

Link Click: 时光代理人

Gonna rant/ ramble obsess about Link Click

I watched the whole two seasons in two days and had to wait 5 minutes for the update for the last episode so i can't image the pain of those who had to wait 2 years for season 2. Hopefully didn't just jinx that

some quick notes that I think are hilarious:

Qian Jin for those who don't know chinese, his characters are 钱进: which means Money, enter (come in).

The anime name ShiGuang DaiLi Ren 【时光代理人】 translates to "time" "On the behalf of" and "person/ people", so the meaning is someone who (sees) manipulates/ alters time (for you).

These are just some random notes about SGDLR/ LC that I have, but most of the ranting will happen below, although it's heavy on the spoilers so I wouldn't read if you haven't seen everything yet.

SPOILERS BELOW

The comment section on crunchyroll has most of the questions i had covered but some things i'm still thinking about:

1. Lu Guang can't fight (we see this in episode 6 + 7 when it's confirmed that Cheng Xiaoshi is the one in his body on the pier). Secondly, he's still recovering from his injury from season 1 finale, but he's out here landing punches and putting daddy Terminator Qiao Jin in choke holds etc etc in the finale. This means that it's likely that's actually Cheng Xiaoshi in Lu Guang's body (again) for that fight.

a. Which brings the question of Lu Guang Diving into the photos at the end of episode 12: did he acquire Cheng XiaoShi's powers (can powers be transferred as shown through Xixi (they call her Xiao Xi actually, but translation said no, just call her XiXi because "little xi" doesn't match syllables or sound as cute/ make as much sense)'s death and Qiao Ling. Maybe TianXi just showed QiaoLing the memories, but I kind of hope the power was transferred to QiaoLing since XiXi is dead (this is true because of the title of the final episode).

b. If this it is true that Lu Guang has Cheng XiaoShi's power to dive he'd be unstoppable with both powers as just him. My friend said as a joke "maybe his hair is white because he's secretly old af from all of the diving he's done." I think though that Lu Guang is probably younger than Cheng XiaoShi because it would be ironic he's technically more mature.

2. this (official art btw) drawing of Qian Jin, the shadow is of Liu Xiao, the eldest brother in the rich family (aka 'Hat Guy')— so perhaps the mastermind behind that family is actually the brother/ Liu Xiao/ Hat Guy, and not Qian Jin.

a. The brother, Liu Xiao, was also abroad for the past few years and I'm sure that has an important part to play— Im curious what that means for the next season. I have no ideas about it, but I'm intrigued.

[no-shxme]

i have MANY thoughts about the new sett skin so i'm gonna get into it ok

for reference here's the skin spotlight and the voice lines. and here's the skin bio for sett:

Radiant Serpent Sett: A descendant of the Ivory Serpent, Sett is an action movie star who uses his ancestral gifts to wow audiences and give his Ma the good life she deserves. When his hometown is threatened by a crime syndicate, it's time for Sett to play the hero real, too--but will his story star a fame-seeking hotshot, or a humble protector?

my first impression of the skin is that he's hot but like, when is that not the case. and WOW HIS MA IS THERE that's awesome good for her, howEVER. i think this skin is very much a case of 'good execution,' but not 'best execution.'

ive said this before but whenever i write or edit my writing i dont look at what's 'good' vs 'not good' i think about it in a 'this is good' vs 'this is better' way. so i look for the BEST fit. (this is definitely not always successful...)

that being said, the skin is.. FINE/GOOD, but not the BEST. not fine for the price point, obv, but the fact is that literally no virtual cosmetic will ever be worth 250+ usd so im not really gonna factor in price here. the splash is hot and and he's got his mam there which is nice, and he's got three different forms which is cool.

WRITING-WISE, i think the writing is.... not that good. i listened to all the voice lines and i understand that his vo can lean cheesy simply bc of his theme (action movie star) but like, there needs to be a balance and i dont think this vo really struck it. like being so cheesy here kinda ends up as a cop-out in order to not write actual good lines?? also it's a paltry amount of vo compared to jinx's exalted skin, only half as long, 9 minutes instead of 18, and i think he REALLY could've used more lines because he needs more to talk about? it's kinda weird because while the voicelines talking about his ma are cool,, it becomes kinda one note when the ONLY thing he talks about is his ma and like, being strong/protecting his village. It reads very much like 'cardboard cutout' not 'complex character' as you'd want him to be. they've flanderized him which is an utter DISSERVICE.

as a positive note though, i'm glad he didn't have a line with aphelios like I was expecting. not bc i utterly detest s*ttphel or anything, but i dont like the idea of riot constantly bowing to fanservice and i miss when they used to throw in random skinline relationships to stir the pot. AND sett has a line with high noon skins so i can imagine that as a talon interaction flksdjldf

my biggest problem however is with the theme. i think the theme itself is a miss. i understand the theming of him as a snake in LNY mythology, bc yeah he DOES fit. he goes from fire snake to water snake to gold snake and he does fit those traits.

so like, respect to making that fit, thats cool. HOWEVER. i just think the theme just isn't that good. Here's the bio for the skinline as a whole.

Radiant Serpent Sett is part of a skin line called Modern Mythos. Skin line bio: Myths and legends happened long ago, but their echoes are still felt to this day. Beneath the surface of the mundane world, mythical power uplifts a new generation of heroes.

This is totally fine in isolation, but in practice i think its so fucking messy. Sett is a fighter, he's also a movie star, he's also related to a folk hero (voice lines) he's also got the magical power of a serpent, he's also trying to save his hometown from a whole ass crime syndicate. we're throwing too many elements in here and we dont really... need them. so many league skinlines are about having that 'special power,' or being a chosen one like a power ranger. even sett already has obsidian dragon, where a dragon chooses him and bestows power on him. sett does perfectly well with skins where he's just a guy (pool party, heartsteel) he doesn't need eleventeen modifiers to make him interesting. he is ALREADY INTERESTING. (or he would be, if his voice lines didnt paint him so ONE NOTE and reduce him) i think if they just made him a movie star that'd be good enough. sometimes less is more. as it is, this skin thematic doesn't necessarily add anything new. he's already famous in heartsteel. he's already magic and chosen in obsidian dragon.

THAT BEING SAID i think a much better execution of a form changing skin for sett would have been an actual professional fighting skin (modern au), where the three forms are different costumes but at various stages in his career. one fit for when he's just starting out and maybe angrier, one where he's in the thick of it, and one where he's 'made it,' renowned as the best fighter on the circuit and fully providing for his ma. that would give more room for voice line variation and provide a story in itself within the forms, beginning middle and end, instead of the unfinished premise the current sett skin lays out. (radiant serpent sett keeps saying 'stay away from my town' or whatever but we dont know how its resolved or even really who's involved.)

ofc thats just my personal bias. the skin im suggesting also isn't 'crazy innovative' or anything, considering soul fighter and heartsteel still both exist with similar theming, but i think getting to see sett BEFORE he became the boss is a really cool concept for a line, and lends a lot to being a multiform skin.

anyway im out of words now i just really wanted to ramble about it bc to me its kinda a wasted opportunity, even if he's handsome and cool looking. :')

(although, i do find it funny that sett is just collecting animals in various skinlines. pls, talon next)

thanks if you read all this.

[nardonotes]

24 oct '24

11:17pm

today is a very sad day for me ! (ᴗ_ ᴗ。) i didn't end up going to class either so i've literally missed a whole week, not counting the day off on wednesday. im so disappointed in myself fr. and i hate to blame it on seasonal depression but who else can i blame!! like it really is all on me though -.-" like there's nothing i can do about it but just accept that i fucked up by not going in. i slept all day instead, till 5pm.

[VENT TIME] i had a really bad dream too that i dont want to talk about but it was just bad and horrible !! (╥‸╥) and i woke up to that girl cancelling our date which i already felt was coming .. im pretty sure she lost interest in me but i also feel like i really jinxed it by looking forward to it too much. i don't even wna talk about it and i asked for a raincheck, but the conversation a bit more complex (dont wna talk about it !!) and i say,, im just gonna get the hint and if she doesn't want to plan it out then so be it like i guess that's just how it is and it's another failed attempt in getting to know someone !! also im so picky so like ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ it won't be for another while!! and i think im okay with that. cause i do get really bad in the winter and it's just,,, WHATEVER!! anyways. yeah no im just not going to push her into going out with me. i think she might just be really sweet to turn me down(?) because she did insist, she'll make it work idk girls are so complicated and i thought by now i'd understand how their minds work but shit!!!!! it is very difficult!!!!!! like i might act like a chick but i do NOT have the mind of a chick!!!!!!!!!! i hate situationships or talking stages fr....

anyways, after i ate i had a beer with my sister and her bf (my sister didnt drink) but i drank a bottle of desperados (good ol' friend of mine) and ate some pizza while they both bleached and dyed their hair lmfao. they're actually still doing it rn. i also recorded stupid unserious frank ocean covers and it was so funny to me. ( ദ്ദി ˙ᗜ˙ ) garageband is it!!!!

ok. i have work experience tmr, which im dreading so so so so soooo bad. but i really have to go in. so ill just suck it up, work the 6-7 hours and then i dont have to worry about any of that for the next week. i probably wont even do the shit i really want to do midterm.... I KNOW I SAID I WANTED TO DO A LOT DURING MIDTERM,,, but now- the seasonal depression is hitting so bad lmfao. (੭´༎ຶ ཀ ´༎ຶ)੭ lord save me from this hell i call life. ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽ i AM STRUGGLING BAD!!!! LOL !!!!!

bye. and goodnight. may tomorrow bring me so much happiness and distractions and prosperity. god bless. end this month already. im tired!

song of the day: Disappear by beabadoobee ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

[nctsworld]

two nights, one you

✩‌ jaemin ‌x‌ ‌reader‌ ‌|‌ fuckboy!jaemin | strangers (who f*ck) to (brief) enemies to lovers | ‌10.9k 

SUMMARY‌ ‌⇾‌ a last-minute one night stand gone awry is extended into two nights when you’re snowed in at the cute (but rude) stranger’s apartment on christmas eve. [loosely based on the movie, two night stand] // part of the x-mas in ncity collection  GENRES ⇾ crack | smut | fluff  WARNINGS‌ ‌⇾‌ ‌lots of bickering and dialogue, smut, oral s*x (f and m receiving), fingering, mentions of alcohol/drinking, swearing, bit of angst before the end, jaemin’s an asshole... or is he? RATING‌ ‌⇾‌ explicit TAGLIST ⇾‌ @infnteen​ 

AUTHOR’S NOTE ⇾ it’s late (and long fsldkm), srysry but here it is! i hope the humour comes out in this and look away if falls flat zzz fingers crossed that i can finish the last two installments for this collection asap! 

⇾ gif created by me, please don’t repost or share without credit!

Maybe it’s because it’s the evening of Christmas Eve Eve and you’re feeling more lonely than usual.

Maybe it’s due to the two glasses of wine you guzzled down in the span of fifteen minutes that get you buzzed.

Maybe it’s your prominent six-month dry spell and you’re in desperate need for some much needed rain in your drought.    

Or maybe it’s just pure impulsiveness.

Regardless of the reasons, you’re aiming to get laid tonight.  

It’s 9:45pm as you make the rounds on Tinder. You’ve used it in the past, searching for a relationship in vain, but haven’t used it much since you broke up with your last partner. Bringing the app alive again, you’re already bombarded by distasteful messages, off-putting one-liners and jokes, and swiping left more than you’d like.

You haven’t had a one-night stand before, but isn’t there anyone on here that is just a little bit attractive, nearby where you are, around your age, and is somewhat chivalrous about the topic besides saying DTF? Maybe you need to lower your standards if you want to get dicked down tonight.

But then, you land on him.

One Na Jaemin, 20 years old, and only four miles away from you.

Scrolling through his profile pictures and Instagram feed, you assume that he’s into photography, is on the athletic side from the various hobbies he partakes in, and he must be at least half-aware of his beauty because there’s the occasional pic that shows off his lean, toned arms, which, if you can be frank, is more flattering than the shirtless ones you constantly see. Oh, and he attends the same university as you.

The cherry on top? His bio is simple and upfront:

“Not up for anything serious, but always down for a good time ;)”

You swipe right without hesitation.

“It’s a Match!” flashes instantly at you. Your mouth swings open in disbelief.  

Usually, you’d wait for your matches to message you and play hard-to-get, but not tonight. Tonight, you’re initiating and leading all the conversations, completely driven by your thirst.  

Messaging Jaemin is a breeze. He types with more than half a brain, and he flirts, but it isn’t overwhelming or repulsive. Segueing the current topic, you drag your bottom lip upward as you send the following message:  

so, hypothetically... if one were to have good time with you would tonight work?

Not even twenty seconds later and he replies with:

-wow, dont you go straight to the point -im impressed -but yeah -tonight works ;)

He’s quick to send his address.

-let me know when ur here and ill come get you out front!

Smacking your lips together, you squeal to yourself in the comfort of your home, excited to meet with him, but then a thought hangs over you—this feels a little too good to be true. Horrible scenarios run through your head, so your fingers dash across your phone’s keyboard:

tbh i haven’t really done this b4 so im kinda new to this is it ok if we video call or smth? gotta make sure you’re real and not a serial killer i’m sure you understand 😛

-for sure for sure -totally get it -ive had my fair share of fake girls and serial killers so i feel u 😛

Grateful for his consideration, you rush to rearrange your hair after you send him a Zoom link, hoping you look decent enough to not have him back off from his initial offer. He appears in the video call on his phone with the front-facing camera on a few seconds after you connect.

“Hi,” you chirp.

A corner of his mouth lifts. “Hey.”  

Okay, he’s definitely cuter in real-time than in his pictures.  

“You know, I’m not gonna lie, but I lowkey expected to see a dick or something,” you joke in an attempt to dispel your nervousness.  

“Same,” he chuckles, running a hand through his black hair.

Oh God, he’s not just cute—he’s devastatingly gorgeous.

“So, this is my place...”

Jaemin moves around with his apartment in the background, revealing his living room first. Envy prods you as you note the brick walls, high ceiling windows, and well-appointed furnishings.

Recalling his address, you ask, “How’d you get a place in the heart of the city?”

“Lucked out,” he shrugs. His phone shakes a bit as he’s still moving. “My friend slash roommate—who is at his girlfriend’s place tonight, so we have the place all to ourselves—his parents own the condo and they gave me a friend discount on the rent.”

He finally stands in one place and turns the light on to reveal a room. “And this is my bedroom.”

Nothing out of the ordinary. A desk table with a gaming set-up, in tow with a gamer chair, and a decently-sized bed beside a nightstand.

“Oh, and here’s my closet.” Jaemin’s on the move again as he opens his closet doors. “Just to make sure you don’t think I hide the skins of my past one-nighters in here.”

A bubbly laugh rises from you. “Okay, I didn’t think of that before, but now you’ve planted the seed in my head. Maybe you hide them in the other rooms.”

“Nah, my roommate would kill me if I did.”

Both of you laugh in unison, and you bob your head with puffed cheeks.  

“Okay, it all seems very promising. I’m going to get ready and I’ll guess I’ll see you in a bit, Jaemin.”

“Sounds good,” Jaemin nods, then winks. Although you’re sitting down, he’s still able to get you weak in the knees. “See you soon.”

You end the call and rush to bundle up for the snow starting to come down outside. A twenty-minute train ride later, you’re at the front door of a rustic, industrial apartment complex. After informing Jaemin you’re outside, you glance up at the snowflakes falling from the dark pink-grey sky, anticipating for what comes next.

Sex with a hot guy, what can go wrong?  

So, you must’ve jinxed it because the sex is...  

Unsatisfying. Finished faster than you’d like it to be. Sadly, overall disappointing. If you had to rate it, three out of five stars, at best.

But hey, he came, and you sort of did, and it wasn’t the worst sex you’ve ever had. It half-quenched your dry spell.

And enough happened that it tired you out, leaving you passed out in the handsome stranger’s bed until morning.

In the morning, your eyes slowly flicker, unused to the foreign, sweet scent engulfing you in your bed. Correction: Jaemin’s bed.

Your eyes flicker faster as you glance through the almost wall-sized window. The snow hasn’t let up from last night. On the contrary, it seems like it’s snowing non-stop. You groan at the thought of going home in this weather.

The bed is without Jaemin’s presence as you reach for your phone on the nightstand. 10:36AM and a few notifications greet you. You rub your eyes and start combing through them, rising upward to sit up on the bed.

“Morning. You’re finally up.”

Peering up from your device, Jaemin’s standing by the door with folded arms. His plain sweater and sweatpants match the colour of his hair. The dazzling smile he gives is so contagious, you’re not even conscious of catching one too.  

“Out you go.”

You blink.

Once, twice, and then you tilt your head as you stare blankly at him, uncertain if you heard him correctly.

After a few moments, because you’re not moving an inch, his smile dissipates and he cocks an eyebrow in expectancy. A serious expression rolls over his face.  

Suddenly, Jaemin strolls to the side of the bed and hitches his thumb towards the door.

You definitely heard him right.

And he’s dead-serious.

You replay the video call from last night, dissecting how you thought he was nice and funny and—

Realization dawns on you.

Why would you expect anything more from a two-faced fuck boy?

Still awestruck by the situation, you’re still solid as a statue, so Jaemin takes matters into his own hands and grasps you by your elbow, casually dragging you from his bed like he’s taking out the trash.  

“What the fuck?!” you screech.

“C’mon, let’s go. Out out.”

“My clothes, though!” you protest in the middle of the hallway. He sighs in frustration, scurries to the bedroom, and returns with a small pile in his arms, then continues to drag you to the front door.  

“Are you always this pleasant with your guests the morning after?” you rage, putting on the rest of your clothes by the door. “You don’t even have the decency to offer me tea or coffee?”

“This was a one-night stand, not a bed and breakfast, sunshine,” he says as he watches you put your shoes on. He’s folding his arms again and leaning against the wall, his attitude dripping with smug. If he wasn’t a stranger, you’d punch it off his face. “You weren’t kidding when you said you were new to this, huh?”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”

“It means you’re a borderline virgin who needs to toodle-loo, get going and gone because you’re overstaying your welcome as we speak.”

Finishing putting on your coat, you’re fuming as your jaw hangs at the personal jab over your skills in bed. Jaemin swings the door open and shoves you through it.

“But I’ll admit, it was still nice having sex with you!” he chimes with a sickening grin and a hand on the door.  

“Aw, thanks asshole, wish I could say the same,” you sarcastically reply, resting a palm upon your chest.  

He scoffs. “From what I heard last night, I think I can confidently say that you had a great time.”

Flashbacks replay in your mind of your screaming fest from underneath him. Little did Jaemin actually know—

“You know, for someone who I assume has many one-night stands,” you spit with squinted eyes. “I’m surprised you can’t tell when girls fake it.”

You must’ve hit a sore spot because he grinds his teeth and you could almost see the steam coming out of his ears.

Oh yeah, you’re definitely the winner in this fight.

“Okay, you know what, Merry Christmas and fuck you. Have a great life!”

“Fuck you, dickface. Wishing you a miserable Christmas!”

With a bitter smile, you flip him off as he slams the door in your face.

Carrying a basket filled with dirty clothes, Jaemin’s on the way down to the laundry room in the basement of his apartment with his shoulder scrunched up, squeezing his phone to his ear.

“Bro, she had the audacity to say that I didn’t make her come when she was screaming my God damn ear off—”

As he steps down the short flight of stairs and passes by the foyer area by the main entrance to the building, he notices you’re still here.

“Shit, uh, Jeno,” he mumbles. “I’m gonna have to call you back.”

He stuffs his phone into the pocket of his sweats and calls out to you as he strides closer. “Are you resorting to stalking me by my front door now?”

With crossed arms, you peer over your shoulder, eyes full of bitterness.

“Like I wanna be anywhere near you right now,” you grumble. You jerk your head towards the thick, wooden door. “It’s jammed from the snow.”

The laundry carrier shakes his head and places the basket onto the floor. “A little snow never hurt anyone. You’re probably just too weak.”

Stepping aside and holding out an arm, you signal for him to give it a try.

Jaemin twists the handle and, lo and behold, it doesn’t open. His forehead crinkles as he tries again and again, using more force each time.

Glancing through one of the partially frosted windows adjacent to the sides of the door, he notices the snow has piled enormously high, almost to the height of his chest.

“Well, shit.”  

Reluctantly, Jaemin brings you back to his apartment. You’re technically his guest and if he left you in the foyer to freeze, trouble would surely come his way, whether it be in the form of his landlords (also known as his roommate’s parents) or the police.

Without a word, he settles a spoon in a bowl, a carton of milk, and a box of cereal onto the small kitchen table.

At first, you stare at it venomously in rejection, thinking you can easily last a day without any hand-outs from this son of a bitch, but your stomach roars ferociously three seconds later.

As you chew across from him, you enjoy the company of your phone over him, while he does the same but with a cup of coffee in hand.

After finishing your food, you adamantly place your phone down and lean back into the chair, boring holes into his head.

“Why are you such an asshole?” you seethe observantly.

“Why are you such a bitch?” he retorts, not pulling his gaze away from his phone.

“Because you started it,” you say slowly, stating the obvious.

“No, you.”

You sigh defeatedly at his childish behaviour. The weather apps predict the snow will (hopefully) die down by tomorrow morning, thus you’re officially stuck with him for the next twenty-four hours or so. Your hands rake through your hair.

“Whether we like it or not, the snow isn’t going away until tomorrow. Merry Christmas Eve to us, I guess.”

He’s still glued to his phone. You exhale another sigh.

“Since we’re not getting out of this until then, can we just...” You soften your voice. “Start over?”

His eyes are still on the screen, but from the way his shoulders tense and how he stops scrolling, you know he’s considering your proposition.

“At least call a stalemate over this.” You drift your hand in the air, gesturing between you and him.

Blowing out air and shaking his head, he rests his phone onto the table.

“Fine.”

He crosses his arms, imitating you, and the two of you sit there, staring at each other in a long silence.  

One minute, to be exact.

You’re the one to break the silence game by running your hands over your face, letting out a hybrid of a groan and laugh.

“God, the fact that we had sex makes this kinda awkward, huh?”

Jaemin’s exterior melts slightly, letting out a snicker. He shrugs, “Then let’s just pretend that we didn’t have sex.”

“We can’t just pretend that we didn’t have sex,” you say, holding two upturned palms near your face.

“We did it, it’s done. I’ve seen your penis, you kicked me out, and you labelled me a prude—” You dart a finger towards him. “—which I am far from, by the way. All of those are pretty huge things.”

One of the corners of his mouth raises high. “Are you saying my penis is huge?”

“No, the implication of said penis is huge. Wipe that smirk off your face.”

He stretches an arm, holding an imaginary microphone to your face. “Do you deny that my penis is huge?”

Rolling your eyes, you swat his fist away. “What am I, on trial here?”

“Do you plead the fifth then?”

Annoyed, you roll your eyes again. Why do you get the feeling that you’re probably going to be doing this a lot more today? Another feeling tells you that if you don’t answer his question, he’ll probably pester you until you do.

You tilt your head side to side. “It’s... decently sized.”

“Bigger or smaller than average?”

“Perfect...” His eyes light up. “...ly average.” And a frown rolls over.

He squints his eyes accusingly at your sneer. “Are you lying like you did before about faking it?”

You scoff. “I wasn’t lying about faking it, and I’m not lying now about your average sized dick.”

Jaemin releases a disgruntled grumble and lifts his cup to his face. You notice he likes to take his coffee black and bitter, presumably like his heart.

“So, Miss I’m-Not-A-Prude-and-I’ve-Definitely-Had-Sex-Before.” His eyebrows perk up on the word definitely. “What’s your story? Why the last minute one-night stand?”

Shrugging your shoulders to your ears, you reply, “Haven’t had sex in a while.”

“When’s the last time you had sex?” he asks mid-sip.

“Half a year ago,” you respond nonchalantly, perching your chin into your palms.

Jaemin immediately chokes, almost spraying the coffee through his nose.

“Half a year?!” he gasps. It takes him a few hits to his chest to dispel the coughing. “Six months?!”

“Wow, you can count!” you exclaim in a condescending tone. You change the position of your hands so that your chin is now atop of the back of your curled fingers and tilt your head. “Can you also spell?”

“As a premed student, I can assure you that I am capable of doing both,” he says with a slight strain due to the coughing fit. The humble brag brings on another eye roll. Of course he’s a premed student with the attitude he wears.

“It’s just—” He clears his throat and swallows the last bit of coffee stuck in his windpipe. “—The last time I had a dry spell was for like, a month, tops.”

So the fuckboy gets laid way more on the daily than you expect. You’re torn between being envious over how much action he gets in comparison to you, or remorseful, since you’re now just one of the many notches on his bedpost.

No matter, sarcasm is always the best defence mechanism.

“Good for you, Jaemin. I’m sure you’re very proud of that.”

There’s an awkward beat. His head hangs for a moment while his thumbs stroke the sides of his cup. A strange pinch of guilt occurs. Did you overstep an unspoken line? But then he drags himself back to reality in a heartbeat.

Jaemin brings the cup to his mouth again, mumbling, “At least the sex on your part makes more sense now; you’re rusty as fuck.”

Completely aware of what he said, you trash your guilt entirely and narrow your eyes. “What did you just say?”

Following a long sip, he hums, “Mmm, nothing.” Soon after, he stands up with his cup.

“I’m gonna go game now. Feel free to watch Netflix on the TV and stay in the living room.”

As if you had anywhere else to go...  

He begins to walk towards his room as you mutter under your breath, “I’m not a dog.”

“Says the bitch,” he pipes up, taking you by surprise.  

“Thought we had a stalemate?!” you shout, leaning your head forward as you watch him entering his room.  

“Doesn’t mean we’re on peaceful terms!” he sing-shouts.

The flinging of the closed door echoes throughout the apartment.

Regret surges through you. You just had to choose a fuckboy fluent in assholery and end up incidentally being isolated with him during a snow storm on Christmas Eve.

You wonder if you can handle being around him for the next twenty-four hours without killing him first.

During the afternoon, you’re on the living room couch, playing a show as mostly background noise while you’re on your phone. At one point, your phone unsurprisingly begins to die and you tread over to Jaemin’s door to ask for a charger and if you can also take a shower. He’s still annoyed by your existence, but at least he hands you a charger and lets you know where the extra towels are.

Stepping into the living room with the towel in your hand as you dry your hair off, you peer out the large living room window and see nothing but white engulfing the streets and buildings as far as the eye can see.

You pray the snow will eventually stop as soon as possible so you can head back home.

By the middle of the afternoon, Jaemin emerges from his bedroom and shocks you by plopping down on the opposite end of the living room couch from where you’re sitting.

“Bored?” you ask, eyes fixated on the TV screen.

“Nope,” he replies, popping the p as he says it. His slings his arm around the top of the couch.

“Gotta keep an eye on you in case you do something.” Turning away from the screen, he faces you and motions circles with his hand. “You’ve got a little crazy in you, I can feel it.”

You quickly glance over at him, but try to refocus on the TV. “Need I remind you that you’re the crazy one, dragging me out of the apartment right as I woke up.”

That compels him to turn his whole body towards you. “Well, you’re the one who wanted a last-minute one-night stand.”

You match his stance. “As if I’m the first girl in your bed to stay in the morning?”

“Actually, yeah.” He aggressively tilts his head to one side. “Most girls leave before I even get up. The other percentage don’t fight me when I ask for them to go, so it looks like you’re the odd one out.”  

You press your lips together, refusing to admit that maybe he has a point, under the assumption that he’s telling the truth.

Jaemin twists his body back to the screen and adds, “I make it very clear on my profile that I don’t do morning afters, sweetheart.”

And you agree that his profile is clear about his intentions, but that doesn’t mean you can condone his shitty behaviour.

“Well, sorry that I expected just an ounce of respect instead of getting kicked to the curb after you stuck your dick in me,” you grumble, shifting back to the show and crossing your arms.

“Morning afters lead to attachments, and attachments lead to feelings, and feelings lead to relationships,” he says the string of words clinically, as if it’s a mantra that he lives by.

Your eyebrows knit together as you whip your head towards him once more, studying him.

“And what’s so wrong with that?”

Deliberately averting your gaze, Jaemin grates his tongue between his teeth, a slight tsk audibly heard, and his chin juts out. There’s definitely a story behind his ways. He huffs and changes the subject.  

“Seriously?” He holds a hand out. “You’re watching this trashy show?”

Squinting your eyes at him, you could probably interrogate him further, but you decide otherwise.  

“It may be trashy,” you concur, looking at the TV. “But it’s my trashy comfort show.”

Following an over-the-top acted out scene between the show’s main love interests, Jaemin shoots up from the couch.

“Yeah, no, I can’t handle this. Can we either put on something else or game or something?”

“Why don’t you go back to your room to game, Mr. I’m-Not-Bored?”

“Like I said, I gotta keep an eye on you,” he says while bending over in front of the TV, already setting up the Playstation. He tosses you a controller as he strides to his side of the couch again.

He mumbles to himself, “Need to make sure you don’t go crazy from the lack of human interaction.”

Either Jaemin is selfish and only looking out for himself, or he wants to make sure you’re not feeling lonely in a stranger’s home.

Likely the first reason, you deduce—because why would a guy like Jaemin care about a mere one-night stand?

Admittedly, you’re not the best at games, especially at fighting ones. You can comprehend the move lists, but you like to live by button smashing the controller and repeating moves over and over.  

So it’s hilarious when you beat Jaemin every round with your surprisingly fruitful technique.

“Okay, this is bullshit,” Jaemin complains, sticking his tongue out in irritation. His ass is currently being handed to him on a plate again since you’re almost done killing his character off. “You must be lying to me; you have to be a pro player or some shit.”

Jaemin’s health bar is dangerously low as your character jabs his with a sword. He winces out loud and you snicker.

“Why do you think I always lie about everything?! Dude, you have serious trust issues,” you joke before you steal the opportunity to slice his character. One more hit and he’s done for.

“I do not! I just—nooo!”

You rise to your feet and pump your arms in the air, turning in circles in joy over yet another win.

Sulking, Jaemin eyes your little dance from his end on the couch, but as he watches you more, a feeling balloons in his chest. Something he hasn’t felt in a long time.

Finally coming down from your post-win high, you spot an emerging grin from the corner of your eye, making you pause.    

“What?” you eye him suspiciously.

Your suspicion pops the sensation in his chest and, like a fish out of water, his eyes widen and his grin melts away.

“Nothing, uhm.” He ruffles his eyebrows and palms the back of his neck, quickly facing the TV. “Let’s go one more round and then we can switch to another game—”

Suddenly, the TV and surrounding lights switch off. Both of you waver your eyes, anticipating for them to come back on, but they unfortunately don’t.  

Jaemin rushes over to the window. When he swivels his head towards you, his face darkens.

“Looks like it’s at least the whole block. The streetlights are out too.”

Without another word, he dashes to the linen closet and brings back several blankets. He calmly explains that there won’t be heat since it’s connected to the electricity, so it’d be best to keep warm with the extra layers.

Not wanting to scare you, he doesn’t add the fact that due to the huge windows in the apartment, more unnecessary cold air will come in, but you’re already cognizant of it from your own logic and since the remaining heat dissolves rapidly.

You groan and retreat into the massive blanket over your shoulders, turtling your head.

You can’t believe you’re going to fucking die in this asshole’s apartment on Christmas Eve.

On the ends of the couch in your makeshift blanket jackets, both of you attend to your phones for a while.

From what people and the news outlets are saying, it’s not just the block, but the whole city grid is out. You frantically text your friends, giving updates on how you are and half-jokingly telling them that you’re going to die with your dreadful one-night stand. Some time passes and Jaemin tosses his phone  off to one side.  

“Well, since there’s nothing else to do and we should probably conserve our phone batteries—” You glance up at him from your phone and pout. Slowly nodding in agreement, you toss it aside too. “—why don’t we play a game of ‘I’ll-Give-You-Pointers-on-How-to-be-Better-in-Bed’?”

A smile burgeons on his irritatingly handsome face and your eyes roll. At this point, you wonder if the reaction is conditioned into you. “It’ll be my early Christmas gift to you.”

“Wow, so thoughtful, how could I ever thank you?” You drag the blanket closer to your chest in false gratitude.

You think for a serious moment if you really want to go through with this. Hearing Jaemin run his mouth on you unwarranted is already painful, but to give him the go-ahead to do so? Especially criticizing your skills in bed?  

You blow out a sigh, noting the slightly visible cloud. You’re grateful Jaemin has thick, downy blankets.  

Well, if you’re going to die, may as well know what went wrong, right?

“Fine, but if we’re playing this game, we have to say everything honestly and take the criticism we get.” You point a stern finger. “No rebuttals, just acceptance.”

“Wait.” Jaemin crinkles his face in genuine confusion as his hand peeks out from his blanket.

“You have things to criticize about me in bed?”

Your lips tremble before you burst into laughter. Displeasure is on Jaemin’s tight-lipped face as you laugh for a while, almost keeling over in your blanket ball onto the hardwood floor. “How conceited are you, oh, my fucking God?”

He slices his hand through the air. “I’ve never had any complaints—”

“Because you’re too busy focusing on your own orgasm, you selfish dickwad,” you say as your laughter dies down.  

He sits in his snit for a few more moments until he gets over it.

“Fine, fine,” he huffs. Jaemin knows he’s not going to enjoy this, but he’s the one who suggested it. He can’t back out now. “Let’s just get this over with, you go first.”

With your blanket held by your chest, you hop off your end of the couch and shuffle over in front of him where he’s seated. Beaming, you begin.

“Let’s start with foreplay.” Jaemin’s eyes light up with confidence, thinking he’s at least decent with that. You crush his expression as your lips purse and you shake your head.

“Non-existent.”

“What do you mean?! I kissed you as you took off your clothes.”

You stick your free hand out from your blanket, extending your index finger.

“One: you only kissed my lips. You know, there are other parts of me to kiss, like, I don’t know, my neck, my arms, my shoulders.”

You extend another finger. “And, two: it’s weird to not help someone take off their clothes. Like you’re in a super rush to get somewhere or something—”

“We’re fucking!” he cuts in sharply. “This is a one-night stand, not a relationship.”

Closing your eyes and dropping your head, you pinch the bridge of your nose. You sigh in exaggeration.

“Thought we agreed no rebuttals...” you softly sing-say.  

Jaemin’s head sinks a little into his blanket. “Sorry.”

Removing your hand, you shrug. “Maybe there’s some rule that I don’t know about one-night stands, so this could be on me.”

You start to aimlessly tread back and forth in front of him, dragging the blanket along too. “But fuck, foreplay is foreplay for a reason. You work your way up to the heat of the moment and it makes sex much better, regardless if you’re in a relationship with the person or not.”

“Next point.” You stop walking and direct your focus on him. Pointing your finger and looking him dead in the eye, you ask, “Do you know what a vagina is?”

He snorts with a simper. “Uhhh, is this a rhetorical question?”

“No, I’m legit asking,” you say with a raised eyebrow and snarky smile. “Because when you went down on me, all you flicked your tongue at was the outside of it, also called the labia if you didn’t know.”

“I’m premed, of course I—”

“Which is great! But you didn’t go any deeper nor did you go near my clit.”

You thrust your finger again. “Do you also know what that is?”

“Yes...” he groans with the flickering eyelids.

You swipe your arm through the air. “Maybe make use of it, and not only when you go down on girls. Even during sex, touching it is great.”

“And lastly,” you continue. “I’ll be honest here, you have a decent dick.”

Jaemin waggles his finger. “So you were lying before—”

“I wasn’t lying,” you retort firmly. “But anyways, you’ve got the stuff, but why don’t you put it to better use?”

With the following words, you attempt to gesture with your body and execute moves as graphic visuals. Jaemin giggles at the sight.

“Vary the speeds and the angle, don’t just slam it in me and go crazy fast from the get-go. Build up to the climax. Jesus, I couldn’t even get close to coming because you’re like a jackhammer from start to finish.”

When you finally finish, Jaemin’s giggles morph into hollow laughs. Frustration is blatant on your face, pondering if he even absorbed a single word you said.  

After he calms down, he asks, “Are you done?”

You mumble, “Yeah, I think so.”

The two of you switch places. He shuffles onto his feet with his blanket while you sit back on the couch.

Jaemin pulls the blanket across the floor as he ambles. “Okay, your head game is decent—”

“Excuse you, my head game is strong.”

“Uh-uh, rebuttal,” he points out.  

You sigh. Pinching your fingers together, you drag the invisible zipper across your mouth, then wave your hand, allowing him to resume.

“Your head game is decent. You definitely can deepthroat, but—” He mirrors you from before and extends his index finger.

“One: this happened only a few times, but your teeth scraped against my dick, which is why I assumed you were a borderline virgin.”

You fume silently at the accusation, attempting to not speak up with a heap of rebuttals. But he wasn’t wrong—if you teethed on his dick, that’s a classic virgin move.

“But that’s okay, because we already established that you’re just rusty.” Jaemin flashes you a fake comforting smile as he continues to pace. You flash him one back.

“And two—” He holds another finger out. “Don’t be scared to use your hands and stroke me. Give my dick some love. If it’s too wet, just wipe your hands on the bed or something.”

“Okay, duly noted,” you hum. “Next.”

“Don’t be scared to touch me.”

“I touched you so much during—”

He shoots you a glare. You roll your mouth inward, your lips disappearing instantly.

“Your hands were mostly on the sheets, which is hot, but guys like to be felt up too.”

The attractive individual peers up for a second, thinking to himself. “Even hotter when a girl feels herself up during the fucking, but that’s beside the point. Baby steps, just remember to touch the other person.”

Jaemin does a full-stop and faces you.

“And just... don’t fake it.” Distress is evident in his pout. You hate to admit it, but it’s a little cute. He raises an arm and jerks it in the air. “Why do girls fake it?”

“Because guys with egos like you can’t handle criticism,” you reply bluntly.  

“What are we doing, having this conversation, hm?”

“We wouldn’t be having this conversation if it didn’t snow in and keep us here together.” You peel a hand away and gesture to the window. “If I walked out of here this morning, you would’ve just fucked the next girl the same.”

He defends himself, “Faking it just feeds our egos.”

“Yeah, well, if I told you afterwards that I didn’t come, what would you do?”

“Try to make you come in other ways?”

Shaking your head, you scoff. “Guys like you aren’t that considerate.”

“You’re right.” He assents, holding his pointer finger against his chest. “Because guys like me aim to please.”

A brilliant thought leaps in his mind and Jaemin gasps. You can only assume bad things from the wicked smile he sends your way.  

“Why don’t we try it again?”

Perplexed, you squint at him.

“Try what again...?”

“Sex,” he says enthusiastically.

You blankly stare at him.

“You’ve gotta be joking,” you deadpan.

“I mean, there’s nothing else to do and it’ll keep us warm.” 

You continue to stare at him until you groan.

“Oh, my God...” Your blanket droops a bit off your shoulders as you drag your palms across your face. “I cannot believe I’m stuck in this snowstorm with you out of all people...”

Sitting next to you, Jaemin persistently reasons with you. “Think of it also as another learning experience for the future partners we’ll have.”

“Yeah, if we don’t die first!” you shriek.

“We’re not going to die,” Jaemin replies in a mocking tone and a dart of his tongue.  

Outside the window, the snow seems to have slowed down, but not by much.  

God, Jaemin better be fucking right because you want to live to see another day.  

“Fine,” you mutter and match his gaze. “But we have to be vocal throughout the whole thing. Say whatever’s on our mind.”

“Fine,” he agrees to your terms. He produces the same wicked smile again. “But can we film it then? So we can study it after?”

You fire him a death glare that melts his face off, even in the frigid atmosphere.

“I’m joking, I’m joking,” he says, waving his hand.

They say that jokes are half-meant true, but you think Jaemin fully meant it. Still in your blanket jackets, Jaemin snags your free hand and leads you to his room.

“You gotta give me credit for trying, though.”

“No.” You shake your head with an unwilling smile creeping on the edge of your lips. On second thought, maybe the joke was a little funny, but you still stand by your opinion that he’s the most annoying person in the world. “I don’t think I will.”

“Thank God Chenle has so many scented candles...”

On the edge of Jaemin’s bed, huddled by the blanket, you watch him light up several large jars, placing them on his nightstand and desk in hopes to brighten the room. It’s already late afternoon, but one could mistaken it for nighttime with the muddy sky due to the snow.

“Is Chenle your roommate?”

“Yeah,” Jaemin answers with a slight shiver, igniting the last candle near the bedside. He removed his blanket when he went to nab the matches and candles. “His girlfriend gets free ones from work, so she always gives him a shit ton, even though he never uses them.”

With a glowing hue against his face, he blows out the match. He makes his way to you, a cocky grin plastered on him, as he says, “Guess we’re making use of them now, though.”

Before you can even respond, Jaemin gets right down to business—sitting beside you on the mattress, he palms your face and drags you in for a kiss. You softly yelp, but immediately reciprocate.

The cover falls off your body as you reach to touch him, fingers drifting over his solid arms.

You don’t want to stroke his large ego, and maybe it’s because you haven’t had anyone else on you in a while, but Jaemin’s kisses are something else.

The cushiony pair of lips always executes enough pressure against your mouth, increasing and decreasing on command in perfect tandem and timing. His hands hover over your waist and the nape of your neck, fingers sinking into your hot skin.  

His mouth trails downward the side of your neck. You crane your head back, indulging in his caresses as soft moans trickle out.

He gently signals for you to recline back and lay onto the mattress, moving the sea of blankets aside. Inclined on his elbow, almost atop of you, his cool fingers glide under your top layers, his thumb stroking against your stomach.

Pulling away from your body, he tugs on the ends of your clothes. You rise from the bed to better the angle for him to discard of them.

The hairs on your skin are standing on end from the frigid air, but you’re too focused on Jaemin’s mouth migrating over your upper arm and your bra-covered chest to care. Without notice, he stuffs a cup of the bra to one side and takes your bosom into his mouth.

Air’s seized from your lungs and your core contracts from the pleasure. Your fingers tug on Jaemin’s luscious locks and his free hand squeezes your unoccupied breast.    

After a few twirls of his tongue and a gentle drawing of his teeth on the pointed tip, he mumbles hotly into your chest while he thumbs your other nipple, “Foreplay still non-existent?”

“It’s better, I guess,” you sigh with fluttering eyes. His chuckling reverberates against your cleavage, a sign of amusement from your obstinacy. A gasp pierces the room as Jaemin repeats his actions onto the other breast.

He aids you in taking off the rest of your clothes and, obviously aware of your goosebumps and shuddering, tells you to get underneath the blankets while he strips himself.

Under the toasty ocean of layers, despite how both of you are bare-boned and how easy it is to jump into the main act, Jaemin purposefully continues to prolong the foreplay. Side by side, your lips meld endlessly; your legs and hands are intertwined in an amorous pretzel.

Jaemin ensures he doesn’t leave any part of you untouched—the pads of fingers virtually graze over every inch of your body. Each grip and drag of his digits sends you in a frenzy. Your chest is pressed into him and your eyes are blinded with desire.

In the back of your mind, you think about how you were right about foreplay working up to the heat of the moment—literally, because you’re dripping, he’s hard, and you two have embraced so much that you don’t need the blankets anymore.  

On the other hand, you wonder if Jaemin was right about skipping foreplay, because with every whisper of each other’s name, the intimacy rises immensely. You don’t know him, and neither him with you, but you’re both freely drowning in one another in a plane beyond the lust.

Although the room’s beginning to smell of a mix of all the scented candles, Jaemin hones in and drinks in your sweet aroma and your entirety behind his hazy eyes and already tousled hair. All of a sudden, one drag of his fingers over a particular sensitive spot on your body makes you giggle.

“I’m ticklish over there.”

“You mean right—” He drums his fingers over the area again. “—here?”

With a toothy grin, he generates more suffering from you and you begin to lively howl. Soon enough, you beg him to stop.

“You’re such an asshat, c’mon, let me live!”

When he ceases, his head hangs over yours and your gazes connect.

The same feeling blooms in his chest from before in the living room.

He gulps as his eyes waver over your face, unknowingly tracing your beautiful features and etching them into his memory.

Your starry eyes. Your glowing aura. Your everything.

You barely register the change in his expression because he quickly tramples on his moment of weakness by kissing you passionately.

Jaemin whips the blankets aside as he lowers himself between your legs. Your eyes are fixated on him, matching his stare, until he starts to devour you by swiping against your lustrous folds. Your back bows, and, following a few more licks, Jaemin makes a point of his knowledge of the vagina by spreading your lips and ravishing your pussy, tongue penetrating deeply.

Rippled moans release in harmony with your undulating chest. You swear you’re getting more wet, too wet, likely making it overwhelming for Jaemin, but he’s eagerly lapping every drop up.  

“How’s that?” he inquires with a grin, hovering over your trembling nether lips. His mouth is evidently glossy, even under the dim lighting.

“Good,” you pant in the most nonchalant tone you can muster up. “Very good-ahhh—”

Jaemin kindly interrupts you by tonguing your clit as he fingers your sex deeply, shattering your fake indifference.

“Move your tongue up more,” you direct, creasing your eyebrows in despair. He follows your direction, and droning moans ensue.

Jaemin’s immersed in your pleasure, but also adding to his own. The more he laps up your wetness, the more he grinds his length against the bed, aching to be inside of you.

Your desire pulses faster, contracting tighter against his fingers, body winding tensely by the second.

“Fuck, Jaemin,” you whine, leaning your head to one side with a parted mouth. “I’m close.”

He draws back and temporarily replaces his tongue with his thumb.

“Good,” he pants, cocking his head to one side. His eyes are filled with determination. “Because I’m not stopping until you come at least two more times tonight.”

You exhale a light laugh. “That’s ambiti-ohgodohgod—”

His tongue works wonders on your clit once more, so much that he has to brace your bucking hips.

Okay, maybe Jaemin did learn a thing or two and actually listened to what you said during your critique.

But now it’s time to demonstrate to him what you’ve learned.

You don’t need much of a break to catch your breath, nor do you want to immediately freeze due to inactivity, so you pull Jaemin in for an intense kiss, tongue dipping into the remnants of your own nectar, then beckon for him to take your former place on the bed.

Perched on the bottom of your feet, you’re on one side of Jaemin, lackadaisically fisting his prominence. After a few strokes, you gradually swallow his inches, keeping in mind to relax your jaw and to not rush in order to avoid any potential teething. You do this to prove yourself worthy of giving head, but also in spite, because you absolutely do not need Jaemin to brand you a virgin again.  

You read his quiet groans and his long fingers running lazily through your hair as a positive sign and advance further.

Carefully, you rest your tongue beneath the underside of his cock and bob your head, licking him until he’s sopping with your saliva. His grip in your hair grows in strength as his length reaches the end of your throat, his groans becoming more and more drawn-out.

A needy whimper leaves him as you suddenly withdraw. Dribbles of your spit follow, and you wipe it off with the back of your hand.  

“How am I doing?” you glow in a pant, lazily stroking the doused shaft.

He simply nods with half-lidded eyes, barely able to look at you. “Yeah.”

You snicker at him in his breathless position, a prickle of pride running through your spine over the fact that you blew his mind as much as you blew his dick.

“Use your words, Jaemin.”

Teasingly, your fingers curl around his blunt head, soothing the sensitive tip and sending jolts throughout him.

“Fuck—” he pulls his bottom lip upward. “Awesome. You’re doing awesome.”

“Anything to critique?”

“Mm-mm,” he shakes his head restlessly. You revel a bit more in having the upper hand on him a little while longer. You grip him tighter and hasten your speed, leaving him gasping for air.

“Am I still rusty?”

“Nope, nope,” he croaks, voice rising to a whine. “Definitely not rusty.”

“You sure?” His cockiness has transferred over to you.

“Yes, yes—fuck, slow down, please,” Jaemin begs.    

Granting his wish, you abate your rhythm and free his inches from your touch.

You wipe your hands on the sides of the bed while Jaemin rummages through the drawer of his nightstand and hastily rolls over the rubber over himself before he prepares to enter the body beneath his.  

Recalling your advice, Jaemin mindfully starts off slow. You sigh blissfully in sync to his thrusts. He adjust himself, attempting another angle, and you draw in air between your teeth.

“There, there—“

Jaemin’s quick-witted and keeps at it, plunging a bit more vigorously. Out of habit, your hands grasp onto the bedsheets, but you wittingly attach them to his frame. Hands grazing his neck, his firm pecs, and his taut muscles.  

“Touch-touch my stomach,” he orders in a hush.

You hands follow through and feel up the flexed valley of his abs. Feeling up evolves into desperate gripping and even the slight dragging of your nails.

“Your abs are so fucking hot,” you state thoughtlessly, eyes eating up the view alongside his cock disappearing in and out of you. “Jesus, fuck.”

“Yeah?” he rasps with that devilish smirk of his. God, you want to smack it off him, but not right now—not when you’re reaching euphoria. “You’re not just saying that?”

Oh, you’ve definitely stroked his ego now, but there’s no turning back. Truth spills from you on a whim.

“You’re a fucking masterpiece,” you gasp acutely.

You’re starting to wither away, yet, as if they have a life of their own, your hands drift away from him and find a new home atop your breasts.

“You make me feel so good, Jaemin...”

Jaemin’s eyes go wide. His mouth hangs at the lewdness of you touching yourself.

“Fuck, holy shit.”

His gaze doesn’t leave your ecstatic face or humming body for a second as you knead your breasts and tweak your nipples between your fingers. Your back arches further when Jaemin deepens his sweet, fulfilling thrusts. He’s holding himself back, not wanting to end this beautiful deed just yet.

The stimulation bursts over your body, both from your own doing and Jaemin’s.  

You plead, “Faster, please, faster.”

And he complies, but he also rubs your bundle of nerves, causing a tight knot in you to build up and your shallow moans transform into heavy screams. You clasp onto his back and claw at the protruding shoulder blades.  

“I’m-I’m—”

You clench, both with your core and your nails digging into him, but Jaemin’s unrelenting, capturing your second peak for the evening.

Instead of coming after you, he shockingly veers lower and closer to you and curbs his pace.

“Was that real?”

You respond with an exhausted nod. Oddly, the smile he shows this time isn’t arrogant, but warm and teetering the line of tenderness. His lips fuse with yours before they stray towards your neck. The passion stews as he sucks your tits, all the while lunging laxly into you.  

With an obscene pop!, Jaemin removes himself from your nubs.

“Ready for the last round?”

His fast thrusts, hitting you precisely in the best spot, cloud your already weakened logic, deterring you from making any response.    

Perspiration is blatant on both individuals. For him, his forehead glistens gorgeously with his damp hair. For you, the back of your bent knees are gluing together. Your bodies are about to pass out, but you both persevere until the end.

As you convulse and perish together in beautiful agony, coincidentally enough, the bulbs in the room and in the streets leap to radiance.

Together, you collapse onto the bed side by side, panting heavily and laughing.

“Told you we weren’t going to die.”

You turn your head to see Jaemin looking at you with a cheeky grin. In retaliation, you stick your tongue out.

By nighttime, it’s finally stopped snowing outside. However, the streets won’t be cleared until morning, at the very least.

But... you’re surprisingly okay with that.

In a turn of events, the sex inexplicably makes the two of you warm up to each other. There still is targeted banter and tension between you, lingering from before, but it’s less hostile and more playful.

During a fancy Christmas Eve dinner of microwavable pizzas, you poke fun at each other’s majors and discuss your respective hobbies in depth, especially his love for photography. Jaemin even asks if he can take a picture of you, claiming that the kitchen lighting actually looks nice on someone for once.  

“Is that how you collect the memory of your one-night stands? Instead of hanging their skins in your closet, you sweet-talk your way and keep all the photos of them?” you joke, referring to the video call from yesterday night. It feels like an eternity ago, but snowstorms tend to do that.

He chuckles behind the camera as he snaps a photo of you scrunching your face cutely.

“Yeah, but you’re the first one who has clothes on,” he says, glancing down at the photo on the camera roll.  

“Ugh, gross,” you cringe and take a sip of tea.

Jaemin doesn’t add anything further. He leaves out the fact that he never keeps any traces of his one-night stands, that you’re the first girl he’s taken a picture of in a while.  

After a few hours of more talking and even some gaming with one another, sleep is much needed. Jaemin offers an extra toothbrush and a sweater and pair of sweats to sleep in. You’re facing each other on his bed, noses almost touching.  

“It’s been a while since I haven’t had sex with a girl before I slept next to them,” he whispers, adjusting himself comfortably. The side of his face rests on his piled hands. “It’s kinda nice.”

You cover your mouth as you yawn, then lay your hand back under your head, reflecting the same position as Jaemin.

“You know, it might be my sleepiness talking, but maybe you’re not the worst person in the world to be stuck with during a snowstorm.”

A lovely chuckle echoes in your ear. “I’m glad you’ve had a change of heart.”

After a few moments, your eyes are fluttering to a close until he softly calls out your name.

“Hm?” you stir awake, but not by much.

“Do you...?”

Jaemin doesn’t know what’s gotten to him, doesn’t quite understand why the defences he built for so long are crumbling down in only a day of knowing you.  

And yet, something urges him to give it a chance.

Blowing out a shaky sigh, he anxiously intertwines his fingers with yours. You hum softly at the action and a small smile blooms on your face.

“Do you want to go on a date with me sometime?”

“Hm?” His question doesn’t take you aback as much as you would be if you were fully awake. But even in your drowsy state, you have quips in hand. “Jaemin, the notorious fuckboy and serial one-night stander, wants to go on a date?”

“Yeah,” he replies gently, brushing your loose hair out of your face.

Another yawn. “I thought you said you don’t want feelings and relationships and all that shit.”

His fingers trace your pretty jawline and shrugs. “One date doesn’t mean we’re going to be in a relationship, I’m sure you know that.”

You pause for a good two seconds, but the two seconds feel like forever for Jaemin.

“Mmm, fine. One date, just one.” You barely hold up your pointer finger. “And only because it’s Christmas tomorrow. ‘Tis the season to be giving...”

Relief washes over Jaemin in the form of a smile. Embracing the blatant feeling in his chest this time, he plants a light kiss on your nose and wishes you sweet dreams, even though you’ve already fallen soundly asleep.  

Sunlight pours over your eyes on Christmas morning.

Déjà vu peculiarly creeps up on you, but the only thing that’s the same as yesterday is waking up in Jaemin’s bed.

He’s next to you this time, deep in his peaceful slumber, instead of waiting for you to leave by his doorframe. The snow has finally stopped, and you think you hear the faint noises of snow plows outside. You inhale deeply and also notice the faded aroma from all the scented candles from last night.

The scenes of yesterday flicker across your mind. The incredible sex. The talking. The dinner. The interlocking of his fingers with yours.

The date he asked you out on.

You stare at him, watching him sleep with a sense of content.

Turning your body, you routinely check your phone, which is charging beside his. You have a slew of Merry Christmas texts from several chats and a few private messages from your friends.

Your attention falls on Jaemin’s phone when it lights up with a notification, likely texts from his friends and family too.

But that’s not what you’re focusing on.

Your heart sinks at the sight of his lockscreen.

It’s a picture of him and a girl kissing.

A twinge emerges in your chest and twists harder and harder.

Jaemin being a fuckboy, you can respect. People can do whatever they want with their lives.

But to cheat?

That’s unforgivable, and a true sin if there ever was one.

You scramble to dash out of there, careful not to make any noises in fear of waking Jaemin up. However, Jaemin’s sensitive to the sounds of the front door, so he rouses awake. His eyes flit open, noticing how you’re gone. He then sees his phone blowing up and adds two and two together.

With his phone in hand, Jaemin rushes to get on a coat and stuffs his feet into his boots, not giving a shit that he’s wearing his thin pajamas in the coldness. He’s bounding down the flight of stairs and onto the bright, white wonderland of the streets.

He swivels his head and catches sight of you almost past down the block, slowly trekking through the thick snow. Jaemin sprints, as much as he can, and hops towards you.  

He yells your name, making others on the street turn, but you don’t. You continue forward without looking back.

“Wait! I can explain!”

You’re trying to gain speed, but cardio isn’t your friend. Thankfully for Jaemin, it’s a close friend for him.

“I don’t wanna fucking hear it, Jaemin,” you grunt, hearing the rapid crunching of his shoes coming closer. “Get lost.”

“No, listen to me for a second.”

The boyish man grasps you by the arm and turns you around. You throw his arm away from you and he holds his hands in the air, letting you know that he respects your space. He drops his hands and sees that you’re seething, even worse than you were when he kicked you out yesterday.

“How are you going to explain your lockscreen with you kissing your fucking girlfriend?! Hm?”

“Ex,” he pants in clarification. “Ex-girlfriend.”

Your eyebrows mesh together in utter confusion.

“Okay? That doesn’t make me feel any better, knowing that you’re still hung up on your ex.”

Jaemin shakes his head and rakes a hand through his hair. You note the large clouds he exhales and how he’s barely wearing any clothes. A tinge of sympathy passes through you, wanting to give him some of your clothes for extra layers, but you smother that quickly in your state of rage.  

“I’m not hung up on her. Remember you asked me yesterday why I don’t want girls to stay the next morning?”

You cock your head impatiently, as if saying, “Yeah.”

“Well, I don’t want to attach myself to girls. I can’t. I...”

He lowers his head to one side. Shutting his eyes, a long puff emits from his mouth.

“She cheated on me.”

The snow plows in the distance can’t compare to the pumping of your heart in your ears. All the feelings you felt in the last day, but especially in the last fifteen minutes, jumble together in your head, making you feel uneasy and unsure of what to exactly feel or comprehend of the situation.  

But you do know one thing, despite the fact that you two barely know each other, the pained look on his face is real—that this is the untold story behind his ways.  

Jaemin lifts his head and holds out his phone for emphasis. “The lockscreen serves as a constant reminder that dating and feelings will and can fuck me up.”

Carefully, he steps a little closer to you and slowly cups your face in his shaking hands. You don’t pull away nor is there the same anger from moments before, so he daintily runs his thumbs over your cheeks.

“Until you showed me yesterday that maybe I’m willing to give it all another shot. Risk it all for fuck knows what, but you make it look like it’s worth it.”

He continues his ramble after adjusting some of your hair from the ongoing breeze.

“Sure, it’s Christmas today, but I don’t want you to say yes to going on a date with me just because it is. I want you to say yes because maybe you like spending time with me just as much as I like to spend it with you.”

You’re completely disoriented—your eyes are shifting everywhere but his eyes and your lips are quivering with no words coming out. He sighs understandingly. 

“Look, I know you’re probably having second thoughts and you don’t have to give me an answer right now. Think on it for as much time as you need, but I want you to know that I genuinely like you and I want to go on an actual date with you.”

He peels his hand away from your face and raises it into the air as if taking an oath.

“I, Na Jaemin, the notorious fuckboy and serial one-night stander, will devote to monogamy once again if it means I can date you.”

His hands grab yours, kisses the back of them, and then he presses one kiss onto your icy cheek prior to walking away.

“Merry Christmas,” he says with a sad smile. “You know where to find me if you change your mind.”

Later that evening at your large family’s Christmas party, you take another dreadful gulp of your wine.

It’s the happy holiday season, but why does everyone feel the need to stick their nose in your dating life? Well, really, a lack there of.

“Why are you still single?” Layers of their voices resound the same question in your head. You take another swig.

Potential unsaid answers that you kept to yourself fly around as you swish the drink in your glass.  

Because you choose to be.

Okay, not really, but it’s the easiest answer.  

Because you haven’t found the right guy to get you back in the game.

What does that even mean? What makes the right guy even right?

The right guy? It’s someone who makes you laugh, someone who gives as good as they can take it, someone who wants you just as much as you do.

The cogs move in your head as you take one more sip before you finally come to the conclusion—  

Because you didn’t find the right guy until last night.

Despite the mess of today and yesterday morning, you realize that Jaemin is... actually sort of sweet. Annoying, yes, but he keeps you on your toes. It’s a plus that he’s easy on the eyes, but it’s a bigger plus that he’s even easier to talk to.

And if he can find it in his scorched heart to trust you, you can find it in your heart to trust him too.  

You quickly say your good-byes to your family and let them know you have other plans with friends tonight.

As the Uber rolls up to his apartment building, you realize you probably should’ve messaged him on Tinder, but it’s worth a shot to see if he’s home. Anyways, impulsiveness is a controlling entity, as evident from your Christmas Eve Eve’s adventure.

And in retrospect, perhaps Jaemin was the perfect pick of the crop after all.  

Someone’s entering the building and lets you in behind them. You take the stairs two at a time and hear booming music coming from his floor. At first, you assume it’s from other apartments, but it’s all coming from one—his.

Without a thought, your knuckle taps the door.  

A handsome figure that’s definitely not Jaemin opens the door. Behind him, you see a group of young men scattered around the living room, and some have a few girls tucked under their arms.

The man eyes you up and down with a spark in his eye. He’s not Jaemin, but he surely reminds you of him.

“And who might you be?” he asks.

“Who’s at the door, Jeno?” An unknown male voice hollers in a high pitch from the couch. He’s one of the guys with a girl attached to him.

You blink. “Uhm, I’m—”

“She’s with me!” Jaemin shoves the flirty stranger aside and tugs you by your wrist, making headway to his bedroom. He flips the light switch on and the door clicks shut.

“What are you doing h—”

You cut him off with a kiss.

An innocent one, at first, with hints of alcohol on each other’s lips. Your arms wrap around the other and the passion increases with the mingling of your tongues, each party tasting and confirming the specific drinks you both consumed tonight.  

Jaemin forces himself to pull away and presses his forehead against yours. “Did you just come all the way here to kiss me, or...?”

“Maybe I came over to ask... if I can stay with you for another night?” you playfully ask, fingers intertwining behind the nape of his neck.  

He chuckles heartily. His fingers sink into the sides of your waist. “Is my dick that great? The sex with me that amazing?”

“Mmm, that’s definitely a benefit,” you agree, fluttering your nose against his. “But I want more than that—“ You poke a finger to his chest. “—I want the man behind the dick.”

Your gazes converge, bringing you together as one.

“I want to go on that date with you. I want you, Jaemin.”

He flashes a megawatt smile that could compete with a million Christmas lights, but it fades suddenly and you’re unsure why he seems like he’s about to bawl his eyes out.

“That’s so beautiful, I might cry.” He brings a finger to his eye, pretending to shed a tear.

Oh, yeah—you’re definitely going to need to hire someone to constantly shove your eyeballs back into your sockets if you’re going to date Jaemin.

“Oh, shut up,” you whisper, yanking him in for another kiss.

Three dates later, including a memorable New Year’s Eve, you finally decide to rid of the Tinder app for good.

With his arm around you on his living room couch, Jaemin glances over your shoulder.

“Really? You’re finally deleting your Tinder?”

You snort in disbelief. “That’s gold, coming from the King of Tinder himself. When did you delete?”

He turns to face the television and shrugs coolly.

“Maybe I didn’t.”

“Wouldn’t put it past you,” you nod, eyes still on your phone.

“Nah, I’m kidding, I did.”    

You sharply turn your head.

“No way. When?” you press with narrow eyes.  

A shy smile emerges on Jaemin’s face as he picks his pants over his thighs.

“On the night of Christmas Eve, after you agreed to go on a date with me.”

[nightglider124]

Maybe it is me but I don’t get the vibe that dickkory’s small convo was flippant on either side (i mean a little on dicks at first cos he be like ViSiOnS dOnT eXiSt) but at the end, Kory was like ‘like you said, to hell with visions’ but she seemed so sad about it like she thinks he won’t accept their shared vision bc he doesn’t want it with her. (We all know he does like duh)

I saw some people annoyed that that is all the conversation was but i think it speaks louder than just what was said. I mentioned it on another post but Brentons acting was real good in that scene bc he seems to really wrestle with what to say and although he just says ‘idk’ i think he feels torn. And they’ve also got much bigger issues than that particular vision at this point. Like we can circle back ya know?

Poor Kory though like the convo with Rachel in the beginning when Rae is like did he not tell you and shes just like no he didnt…

Ugh i want the angst. I am also v curious as to when Kory gets hurt since they’ve left off with Jinx dead (for now).

Other thoughts:

I get now why Lisa posted that stupid ass ig story 😂 bc jinx still be into Dick a little it would seem which back off bitch he has a whole child with Kory on the way so leave 😂 nah but I don’t think that will be explored more - i reckon that is more so a wistful thing on Jinx’s part but nothing will come form or at least i hope nothing does cos lets face it she isnt dead dead 🤷🏻‍♀️

Very curious how Jason will be appearing this season. It was said he is in Joshua and Teagans livestream a couple weeks ago. Not that i want to see him but im curious how he slots in in this particular season 🤔

MY BABY GAR 😭 he is going through it and when i tell you i was cryING when he grabbed Kory in a hug like i needed a GarKory hug more than I realized. 😭 I am extremely interested in Gar’s whole story this season. I LOVE that he is finally getting more. He seems to forgotten in other seasons and that is a crime. I worry about baby boy but am super happy that its getting explored more.

On the note of Gar, I’m assuming Sebastian or Brother Blood now I suppose was the one to send them to another existence or dimension but Gar went to the red so I am guessing Gar is separated from the team to begin with in part two of the season. I am v excited for part two of the season for multiple reasons.

Connor irked the shit out of me. I get it; tis his Lex side and I completely understand why but the attitude is so grating. Joshua plays it so fucking well but my God every time he spoke I was like stfu 😂😂

Rachel got her powers back and became White Raven!! I was v surprised to see the white dress and cloak but I was like OOOOOH. Her powers are gonna be fierce af in the second half of the season. And talking of powers, Kory’s having gone up to 80% has me NERVOUS. I bet that is how she gets hurt. I fucking bet she supernovas and fucks herself up. Like why else would they mention it?? 👀 i am scared for my fave in second part. 😭

Tim and Bernard are cute. Like it was sweet when they had that litte scene. And omg when Tim was like we kissed to the team, Kory had like a lil smirk on as did some of the others and Dicks like oh big night for everyone then - loved it.

Jinx may annoy me cos of the whole Dick history and clearly being into him still but she really does have me giggling. When she got stabbed i was like aw gurl ya took too long with taunting her frozen self 🙄 but I appreciated in the RV when she was like ‘i could take her out, fucking nut her’ feels so fucking British and I greatly appreciated it. I literally hear people talk like that all the time so I enjoyed that part 👀😂

I can’t think of much else now but I liked the episode. Wasn’t the absolute best imo but it will tide me over til second part of the season which I hope is sooner rather than later- anyone know when it’s meant to be returning??

[thebluespirit83]

debunking pro-snape/anti-james arguments and putting it on the internet because clearly i hate myself. buckle up. this is gonna be a VERY long post. im ready for the amount of hate i will get; im willing to take one for the team. 

1. james forced lily into dating/marrying/etc him 

this literally never happened? because its almost as if lily is her own person who is able to stand up for herself-

“I wouldn’t go out with you if it was a choice between you and the giant squid,” said Lily.

“LEAVE HIM ALONE!” Lily shouted. She had her own wand out now. James and Sirius eyed it warily.

She turned on her heel and hurried away [from james]. 

-and so she would not allow someone to walk all over her. its almost as if james (canonically) matured as a person, and she appreciated this, realised he was a good person and got feelings for him? because james’ only negative traits were that he was conceited and a show off. people are able to mature and grow from these things! james did this! he did not ‘force’ lily to go out with him!

2. james and the other marauders bullied snape

you know what, i cant even disagree with this one. you’re right - they did bully him. but lets look a little bit at the context. 

sirius and james were both upper class, naive white rich boys. they are idiots. they were both stupid smart teenagers!! they were popular! and while this does not excuse the gross bullying snape was subject to-

Pink soap bubbles streamed from Snape’s mouth at once; the froth was covering his lips, making him gag, choking him

Several people watching laughed; Snape was clearly unpopular ... Snape was trying to get up, but the jinx was still operating on him; he was struggling, as though bound by invisible ropes.

-it (unfortunately) makes sense with context. james and sirius also stopped bullying people, and even expressed discomfort/regret with the way they acted-

“I’m not proud of it,” said Sirius quickly.

“Of course he was a bit of an idiot!” said Sirius bracingly, “we were all idiots!

[sirius talking to remus] you made us feel ashamed of ourselves sometimes

A lot of people are idiots at the age of fifteen. He grew out of it.

-when they were younger! i’d also like to point out these little lines i noticed when i was finding quotes for my argument which snape stans like to ignore:

James and Snape hated each other from the moment they set eyes on each other

I mean, he [snape] never lost an opportunity to curse James

there was a flash of light and a gash appeared on the side of James’s face, spattering his robes with blood

wow, look at that. the hate they felt for each other was mutual! snape also jinxed james! but oh wait - james was the one who matured! snape was the one who bullied his son twenty years later because he looked like james! 

3. snape didnt abuse the kids at hogwarts 

here’s a real argument i saw when looking through some pro-snape posts: ‘snape wasn’t an abuser, because abusers don’t let their victims retaliate, but snape did let the kids talk back to him’

what. the. fuck?! 

this is the dictionary.com definition of abuse: ‘to treat in a harmful, injurious, or offensive way’ or ‘to speak insultingly, harshly, and unjustly to or about’. i’m pretty sure snape did both of these things-

“I don’t need help from filthy little Mudbloods like her!”

“So,” said Snape, gripping Harry’s arm so tightly Harry’s hand was starting to feel numb.

Snape threw Harry from him with all his might.

[hermione’s teeth]  "I see no difference."

‘Idiot boy!’ snarled Snape [at neville]

-on multiple occasions. i’d also like to remind you guys that neville’s worst fear is SNAPE?! his TEACHER, a figure that is supposed to be there for emotional and educational support is his worst fear in this entire world?! above the woman who drove his parents to insanity? over failure, over his abusive grandmother, over everything? his teacher? and for the pro-snaper that used this quote-

Nearly everyone laughed. Even Neville grinned apologetically.

-to claim that it was a joke, it isn’t a joke. because when snape came out of that cupboard, he was terrified. yes, it’s an embarrassing thing to have as your boggart, but the point is is that it is. he is terrified of that man. 

4. james only joined the order because his wife was a muggleborn and he ‘had to’

this is just factually incorrect. james had been sticking up for muggleborn rights since he was in school, far before he started dating or even became friends with lily: 

“Apologize to Evans!” James roared at Snape, his wand pointed threateningly at him.

“I’d NEVER call you a - you-know-what!”

so this is literally not true!! plus, at least he did join the order, whatever his reasons where (which were canonically good). snape didnt join the order. snape was friends with someone who suffered discrimination in society, and instead of using his privilege to help her and support her, he joined a group that was set on murdering people like her. when james had a friend who underwent oppression (remus/lycanthropy) you know what he did? he illegally became an animagus. 

5. snape had to be a death eater to survive at hogwarts as he roomed with blood supremacists

this is the shittiest excuse i have ever seen in my entire life. as a poc, this comment really reminds me of the argument ‘i was raised in a racist white household! i cant control my beliefs!’

you can always control your beliefs. i understand not going on big rants about blood inequality in front of a bunch of supremacists, and i understand wanting to blend and fit in (especially because he was unpopular and needed the support the slytherin boys provided), but i will never understand then becoming an active member of the group yourself. he got the dark mark. he helped voldemort. he was a death eater, and a proud one at that! no-one forced him to join. this argument literally makes my blood boil. 

6. snape had a lot of trauma from being raised in an abusive household

okay? so did sirius. so did neville. luna was bullied at school, just like snape. harry lived in an abusive household. did any of those people bully children? did any of those people join a blood supremacist group? and dont get me wrong, im not calling any of these people perfect - they all had a lot of flaws - but none of them hurt another people to the extreme that snape did. 

7. snape saved the trio’s lives many times

this is the absolute bare minimum. ‘oh wow, he didnt let harry die!! what a king! he should be respected and praised! we should excuse all of his other actions because he didnt let people die <3′ 

8. snape is not a perfect person, he also did good that many people overlook

you’re right, snape did do some good things in his life. but unfortunately, for me and many others, doing a couple of good things doesnt excuse all of the shitty, abusive things he did too. we’re not ignoring them - we just dont think they’re good enough reasons to forgive him. 

‘but james and sirius hurt others! you ignore all the bad things they did in favour of the good!’ you do the same thing with snape, first of all. second, they did a lot of good stuff. james’ and sirius’ only crimes were being annoying. for being a bit of a dick, conceited, knew they were hot and were a bit entitled. while these things are annoying as fuck, they were also stupid teens that eventually grew out of their behaviour and became better people. not perfect! better. while snape just stayed bitter at the marauders, long after their deaths, and even took his anger out on an innocent child. 

9. people only hate snape because he was poc and queer coded

as a poc and queer person, please stop. this is a very bad excuse. being poc and queer (which im pretty sure he isnt, but anyway) doesnt excuse you from your actions. plus, a huge amount of harry potter readers are poc and lgbtq. why would they hate snape for those reasons?! 

so thats all i got for today. im not gonna go into a deep snily/jily thing because i literally cannot be bothered. anyway im done. i need to go revise, i’ve already spent long enough on this. 

[eternal-armin]

they're cheap (i'm free) ii.

during the movie night post-rehearsal, vi tries to ask you out. reader: neutral. jinx and vi have gone from sisters to friends for this fic and im sorry but i also think it helps with the awkwardness originally sown into this for me.

"hurry up, guys! it's starting!" vi called from the living room, peering back over the couch. "it shouldn't take this long to raid cabinets!" try as she might, she couldn't hide the amusement in her voice.

"oh, shush! just pause it, please?" you asked, kneeling on the counter to reach the top shelf, passing things down to jinx.

"i dunno, man, the remote is sooo far!" vi groaned, barely trying to reach the remote on the coffee table. you blew her a raspberry, making her snort, before closing the cabinet door and jumping back off the counter.

"you are impossible, violet." you giggled through your words, splitting the load with jinx and filling the table with an array of snacks you'd bought, and/or stolen from your parents.

"you are so lucky i like you so much," you mumbled. sitting down in the center of the couch, your fingers still tingled just a bit from playing earlier, and your throat ached despite the tea you had drunk. your voice wouldn't forgive you in the morning, that's for sure.

vi blushed at your words, and you could feel jinx's steely glare on you before she sat down beside you.

"so, uh, i pulled up annabelle: creation."

"i was gonna suggest that! tonight's just a bad horror kinda night." jinx hummed, picking up a bag of chips.

"wow, i'm hurt," you mumbled.

"w-what? no, no, toots! i mean, like, in celebration! 'ts your favorite genre and you did so damn well tonight, i didn't mean anything by that." jinx stammered to cover her tracks, and you couldn't help but giggle softly.

"i was just joking, don't worry."

"you..." jinx narrowed her eyes at you, making you laugh harder. "okay, okay, shh! they're talking." everyone settled into a comfortable silence, punctuated by the sounds of snack bags crinkling quietly.

jinx rested her arm back on your shoulder, leaning slightly toward you. you reached a hand up, patting the top of her head like you did every time, rewarded with the same prideful giggle. she really was just like a cat, it was adorable. you glanced over at vi, meeting her eyes before she looked away barely a second later.

"'tsup, goddess? you want pets too?" you joked. the pink on her cheeks just got brighter. at the nickname or at the offer of headpats, you didn't know.

"i'm not a cat," she muttered.

"you don't need to be a cat to get pets."

"not a dog either."

"alright, fine, guess jinx'll get all my attention." you couldn't bear to fight back the grin splitting your face. jinx giggled, sounding proud once more.

"i mean, fine, if you're offering," vi gave in. she glanced at you quickly once more, scooching closer to you. you kept your word, oh-so lovingly patting the top of her head. ho-ly, you didn't expect her hair to be this soft, and yet it was. now your cheeks felt a little warm. you had cuteness on both sides, man, how could you pay attention to the movie- as badly as you wanted to- when you had excessive affection to give?

it was almost eleven when vi had to leave. as always, you got up to see her out, while jinx divided her attention between the movie and you both at the front door.

"nice practice once more, goddess," you complimented, keeping your voice a little quiet so as not to disturb the movie. "thanks for coming over. it's always a pleasure."

vi chuckled softly. "and once again, you did a lot better than you think you did."

"bullshit."

"nah." you both shared a soft laugh, and you shook your head. even though you denied it wholeheartedly, her insistent compliments made you feel warm. jeez, what a cliche way to put it, but that's just how it felt.

your smile disappeared, replaced with a look of not-so-subtle surprise in your pretty eyes as she cupped your cheeks in her calloused, strong hands.

"you are a numen, [y/n]. right by my side, like i said." she said it so confidently, so completely, her gaze focused so solely on you- how could you not stammer and stutter.

"y-you really know how to fluster someone, huh?" you mused, finding it all of a sudden difficult to look her in the eye.

she chuckled. "only you, honestly. i know you well enough at this point." for a moment she seemed almost nervous, like she was psyching herself out about something. it was such a strange and specific look, especially for her, there was no way you could mistake it.

"you okay, vi?" you asked. wow, the way she looked at you really made you feel like a god. she certainly had that down.

"are you, uhm, free this weekend? i found this incredible little restaurant not too far from my campus. i could pick you up, we could make a day out of it?" vi suggested. she stumbled at 'day', and you wondered for a moment if she originally wanted to say 'date'.

if you weren't blushing before, you sure as hell were now.

"i-i, i'm sorry, uh, i have some stuff going on this weekend. visiting family, looking at schools, y'know. again, i'm sorry." you felt bad, unable to meet her gaze anymore. but she shook her head, gently caressing your cheeks with her thumbs. your heart fluttered at the touch, trying and failing to suppress a bashful smile.

"don't worry. don't worry, cupcake, i get it. it's alright. we can plan something else." vi reassured, and it worked. she still seemed just slightly tense. it wasn't a rejection- like hell you would ever reject her. and she knew that.

"that sounds awesome, goddess. i'll start saving up."

"oh, like hell you will, shortcake. it's my treat."

"fine, fine! i'll go if you come to tomorrow's rehearsal on time. and you don't need to call me shortcake, vi. i'm not that much shorter than you," you pouted. it didn't do much to hide the smile on your face.

"nice try, but you're still shorter." vi grinned, pulling you into a tight goodbye hug. you obviously returned it, mumbling a string of deadpan curses that were muffled by her shirt. she snorted, forcing her laugh to shut up when jinx glared at her.

"alright, i need to go, or cait's not gonna let me back in the dorm. i'll be here for tomorrow, so you keep your side of the bargain. oh, and sleep, okay?"

"now that you mention it, an all-nighter sounds nice."

"you need to sleep, cutie."

"fuck you."

"i love you too."

"prove it."

"oh, i will, someday." and that made your cheeks flush.

before she could be distracted for any longer, she pushed the door open, lovingly flipped you the bird, and you had to bite your lip to keep yourself from laughing. you exaggeratedly mouthed 'i love youuuu' before the door closed. you lingered there for a moment. did vi really just ask you out? out of literally everyone on earth? no way. maybe you just thought you heard her buck out of that 't'. maybe you just wanted to hear it. all of a sudden you remembered the movie still continuing, quietly rushing back to the living room.

"what'd i miss, jinx?" you asked, sitting down back beside her again.

"mm, not much, typical haunting stuff and bad special effects," jinx mused, wrapping her arm back around your shoulders.

"not at all surprised. sad i missed the magic, though," you chuckled, leaning back against her.

"what'd you and vi talk about?"

"oh, she wanted to show me this new restaurant she found this weekend, but..." you trailed off, shrugging halfheartedly.

"did she forget about the trip you were takin' with your family?" jinx asked, sounding both in awe and completely unsurprised.

"it's no big deal. we'll figure somethin' else out. it happens, y'know?"

"have you ever forgotten something about her? what she's up to?" she gently tilted your face to look at her. with her eyebrows raised, and no hint of a smile on her lips, it was almost strange to see her so serious. hell, she was jinx. serious was barely in her vocabulary. that's why she was a drummer. "she forgets damn rehearsals for the diviners! y'know, the band she always wanted to start with us? she doesn't even shoot us a message whenever somethin' comes up."

"i-i know. but she's in college, i'm sure she's more stressed than we are. we're still in our gap year, y'know." jinx shrugged in response. you furrowed your brow slightly. "why d'you care so much, jinx? it's just a trip with a friend."

maybe it was the poor lighting, but you could have sworn you saw her cheeks redden. "i-i'm just sayin', toots, if things fall through ya gotta be prepared. i hate seein' ya disappointed."

you cracked a little smile. "i'm a big kid, jinx. i'll be alright."

"you're adorable."

"damn right."

[sexydreamgirl]

hi!! im that anon that asked abt turning back time and worrying abt time whatever. i totally forgot i asked that lol! that persisting actually went horribly because i was giving fear power and i was just so scared i spiraled for like 3 days. but yesterday i said no FUCK that. im gonna reclaim my power. idk if this is a success story or an ask but im gonna put it here anyway.

i put up sticky notes on the side of my computer to remind myself to NEVER look back, and that morning i decided that i had perfect self concept and that i WOULD be aware of it before the end of the day. i was so scared! lol but i kept persisting. i didnt give fear power, i pushed it by and said NO WAY! NOTHING can get in the way of me and inevitably becoming aware of my perfect self concept.

as the day went on i had less anxiety and everything and around 4 i did some tarot reading, it was all very very great outlook, but it definitely predicted something. two cards basically said that my ambitions were running the risk of being undermined by my timidity and lack of self confidence, and the other card said that i will likely find myself with a problem but i will overcome it and triumph, i have the courage to do so. it scared me a little but i kinda brushed it off.

flash forward an hour, im washin dishes and im like damn i feel pretty fuckin good abt my self concept actually! i sat down and rhe feeling faded but i went back to my room and suddenly i looked at the clock and i laughed so hard that i started crying. july 24th?? fr? lmao?? like...thats just not true. i couldnt stop, i was so happy i just knew that the world was in my pocket. i just knew that theres no way its july 24th, its insane to even think about anything but my desires being the truth. i genuinely truly felt inevitable peace in my desires, i didnt even desire them in the 3d anymore. that morning i felt like id never get out of that cycle of lack and anxiety so bad i wanted to throw up and couldn't sleep but there i was. it truly was the best feeling i could ever ask for.

but it faded. and i know it was an accidental reversal. i had a twinge of fear that i could jinx it, reverse it. before then i dont think i ever thought of the concept of knowing a manifestation couldnt be reversed, especially not as a part of a good sc, it just never crossed my mind because it seemed obvious. it was a fear i couldnt push back and ignore. i didnt realize then that dwelling on the old story and doubting and all that has no power, it doesnt matter if you do that. i couldnt tell if it was birds before land or a reversal at first but i decided it was a reversal, it makes more sense and it feels more uplifting that i truly did do it. i doubted so much and i was so scared but in the end i really did become aware of it. even though it faded i stuck true to the reading, i wouldnt let it bring me down, this is just proof of how powerful i am. i didnt fail, its just a speck of dirt in the palm of god. im still scared ofc haha, but today ill be doing the same thing but ensuring it'll be forever. that i'll never reverse it, that's impossible.

i'm scared but i'm going to do my best to not let a thing stop me. i did it! everything will only get easier from here. if you have any input though id love to hear it

"i didn't fail, it's just a speck of dirt in the palm of God"

This right here. You may have doubts, you may feel fear but you still choose to have courage and continue regardless of what you're feeling. This is persisting.

[jetlaggingbehind]

Whooo I really am writing that bulleted list about mistholme s4e11 bc owie! under the cut:

Throughout this I'm going to continue to call guide guide even if that's not technically its name, mostly cause it proved too confusing for me to keep track of after a while, ill probably get used to it eventually tho

Starting off easy with the interdepartmental turmoil lol

Retrieval bro why u gotta be so rude

'does the guide get a vote' I MEAN YOU'D THINK SO AFTER ALL THIS TIME LMAO

The wish engine is just so wild man though I do think what you wish for and what you get will be very different, especially when you consider what it did when asked to not exist

Research's resentment is palpable D:

Side note I like her va's voice it is very nice :)

what I wouldn't give for a qna episode during a season break with all the vas

The museum is really struggling to keep itself together after everything nowadays, u gotta wonder what it's like for the patrons lol

Tbh this was such a plot heavy episode but it didn't feel full of exposition, which is great

Lmao ma'am did you forget abt the recording you requested??

Idk if we already knew that restoration is called diana, but either way neat!

Damn it retrieval you've jinxed it

Here we start the emotional damage :'(

Beast kinda forgot abt its curator story and I didn't notice until I relistened 😫

IT'S SO SUS HERE HELP

The guide puts so much trust in beast and it hurts me so much that it's misplaced get guide some more non abusive friends 2022

the voice actingggggg u can hear guides fear it's so aghhhhh

'Won't be happening anytime soon' AAAAAA???????

He broke out the villain speech O_o

OH DANG

OH DANG

IT'S NAME IS MISTHOLME

IT'S THE WHOLE MUSEUM

HELP

AGHFJDDJKGKVKDKDKJSEFCH

HOW DARE YOU APOLOGISE U ASS

'you just see a beast' IT SAID YOU WERE ITS FRIEND HOW COULD YOU

THE FACT THAT GUIDES DEHUMANISATION OF ITSELF WAS THE CRUX OF THE PROBLEM BECAUSE IT DIDINT THINK IT HAD A NAME OR MEANINGFUL IDENTITY HURTS SO MUCH

IT MADE AN IDENTITY FOR ITSELF WITHOUT KNOWING AND HAD IT RIPPED AWAY BY BEAST PAINNNNN

IT'S TAKEN CONTROL OF GUIDE AAAAAAAGH

IT'S 'FRIEND' IS THE MAN WITH THE VOICE?????????

(though I have to say that switching TMWTV's gender was a genius move in making me be completely blindsided by this reveal bc I hadn't even considered him a possibility..... dang it's just so smart)

also im so angy that we started off w an antagonistic character, thought it had some good in it, then it turns out it actually was antagonistic... emotional turmoil :’(

Stares at the beast backstory episode that is now also a TMWTV backstory episode

*flashbacks to hello jon apologies for the deception*

(was it a reference? It would make me laugh through the pain it it actually was)

It's completely loyal to TMWTV..... it knows what it's doing is wrong and is still doing it???

me, sobbing: beast you absolute bitch we all trusted you we thought you were cool

OOH I DON'T LIKE HOW BEAST HAS CONTROL OF GUIDE AND TECHNICALLY BY EXTENSION THE ENTIRE MUSEUM

IT KILLED EAGLE OH LAWD

IT'S GONNA KILL THE REST OF THE TEAM TOO AAAAAAA

WHAT DOES IT MEAN?? THAT BEAST GAVE GUIDE PERMISSION TO SPEAK AND IT DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING??????

(probably it was in shock understandable tbh)

WE THOUGH THIS WHOLE BUNCH OF PPL WERE GONNA BE PART OF THE FUTURE ENSEMBLE CAST HOW DARE IT

End notes:

obviously this bodes terribly for the museum– beast literally having guide under its complete control is absolutely horrible, which gets worse when you consider how much information guide holds since it straight up knows restorations and eagles names for starters. adding in how its only just become considered anything close to a colleague/friend to the triple r departments, this whole situation is gonna give it even more trust issues

both plots were built on heavily, on one hand narrative wise this was a phenomenal episode, on the other hand me very sad D':

also this season is spelling 'IRRESOLUTIO', presumably irresolution. foreboding 😬

[hex-fics]

To The Wolves: Chapter Five

AN: Hey all, just wanted to start off by thanking you guys for all the support. I see your replies and tags and I’m so glad you guys are enjoying this. I cant figure out how to respond specifically from this blog which is why I haven’t been responding but Im super grateful. No major content warnings for this chapter, other than the fact that it is just. Loaded with cheese. Also things are gonna get spicy next chapter so thats fun.

You spent the rest of the evening trying to get Sevika to tell you what that meant. Each time you did she just laughed harder.

Even as you were closing up she just sat there smirking at you.

“You know it might be even funnier if you tell me what's going on.”

“No,” she grinned, “no I don’t think it would be.”

“Ok while either way I need to flip that stool you’re on so move,” you start tapping the chair she’s on with your broom.

“Alright, alright. If anyone asks I’m headed out,” she gets off the stool.

You grab it and flip it on top of the bar, “you coming in at the same time tomorrow?” you ask as she starts walking out of the bar.

She opens the door, “of course. Someone has to enforce Vander’s policy. Though I guess it’s Silco’s now.”

She’s gone before you can ask what the hell that means.

You continue to clear up the bar, just about to shut down when you hear a little voice call your name.

Jinx is standing at the entrance of the basement holding her bunny. You’re heart sinks at the timid look in her eyes.

“What's up little one?”

Her eyes welled up a little, “ I had a nightmare… it’s usually ok but I went to get Vi for help and-”

You walk over and wrap her in your arms, “oh Jinx it’s ok.”

She clings to you and sobs, “where is she?”

“I don’t know honey, I’m sorry.”

“I don’t get why she left me alone.”

“Hey hey,” you pull back to hold her shoulders and look her in the eyes,” she didn’t. She just can’t get back yet. But I’m sure wherever Vi is she’s missing you just as much and you’re not alone. You’ve got me and your dad now.”

She hiccups, “ promise?”

You hug her again, “always.”

She’s still crying a little when you get an idea.

“I think I know what we’ve been missing.”

She looks up at you.

“We haven’t had a single dance party in the past two weeks.”

She laughed a little bit.

You begin to pull her over to the dance floor.

“Now?” She acts surprised but you can see her getting giddy.

“Yes now! We are in dire need of a dance party Jinx. Dire!”

She giggles as you put on a pop song on the jukebox.

For about three minutes the two of you jump around and see who can do the silliest dance move.

You’re in the middle of a ‘robot dance’ off when you hear a voice from above you.

“And just what are my girls up to?”

Silco was walking down the stairs with an amused smile on his face. He’d taken off his large overcoat and was down to his vest and dress shirt. His tie was still placed tightly around his neck.

“Dance party,” Jinx giggles, still bouncing up and down.

“Really? And I wasn’t invited? I’m terribly offended,” he smirks as he steps off the final step.

“You don’t dance!” Jinx said with the certainty only an eleven year old can have.

Silco just smiled as he approached the jukebox,”well not like you do. I’m a bit more traditional…” you heard the coin drop in.

And the orchestra rise.

Both you and Jinx began laughing at the ostentatious song he chose. A fast paced Piltovian classic.

He dramatically bowed to Jinx and extended his hand. The moment she took it he had lifted her into the air and she shrieked with delight.

You seat yourself on one of the chairs on the outskirts of the floor and watch them dance. About halfway through the song Jinx started to yawn, he just held her closer to his chest as she slowly began to slip into sleep again.

He then placed her in one of the larger seats, and you got up to inspect the girl. She had the slightest smile on her face as her chest rose and fell slowly. She began to nuzzle into the chair.

“I can take her back down if you need to get back to work.”

You hear another coin fall into the jukebox.

A much slower song this time, still instrumental but softer.

You turn and see that Silco has his hand extended to you.

“Indulge me,” he is clearly taking pleasure in your surprised expression.

You place your hand in his and he pulls you closer, resting his remaining hand on your lower back.

You realize suddenly that you’re quite nervous.

“So, may I ask the reason behind our impromptu party?”

“Jinx just had a nightmare.”

“Regarding?”

You shrug, “she seemed more upset by the fact that she couldn’t find her sister after.”

You can feel his shoulder tense under your hand.

“She loves you.”

“And what about her sister?”

“She misses her, I wont tell you that she dosnt. But she’s her sister. You’re her father. She can have both of those.”

“And Vander?” The name rolls off his tongue with disdain.

“He-“ you try to find the words, “he was good to her. But he never really understood her. Not like you do.”

You feel him relax again, beginning to focus his attention on moving you with him. There was a moment of quiet.

“Silco?”

“Yes?”

“What was Vander’s policy?”

He sighed, but rather than tending you feel his hand grip yours tighter.

“I hope that drunk wasn’t a bother tonight.”

You decided to allow your question to go unanswered.

“It was no trouble.”

“Next time it happens, tell Sevika.”

“I don’t need to be protected.”

He smiles at you, “ I know that. Perhaps you could indulge me just once more.”

The music begins to fade. As it does he removes his hand from yours and places it on your cheek.

He locks his eyes on yours and you can tell he’s thinking through his next words.

“Vander had, apparently, told the regulars of the bar that you were off limits.”

“Off limits?”

“From what Sevika gathered the exact terms were ‘touch her and you’re out of the bar.’” He scoffed, “the drunkard asked if it was still in place. We thought we should…make an example of him.”

You blink in surprise.

“Vander was fond of you,” somehow that sounds like a question.

“I- I guess so.”

“Was there something more?”

You take in a short breath, “ right before he left I had expressed… feelings.”

He was trying to keep a calm face, but you saw him clench his jaw at that. You cast your eyes toward the floor.

“He turned me down, so nothing more.”

He inspected you. You half expected him to turn away and leave you there.

Instead his fingers move below your chin as he gently raises it so you're looking up at him.

“He’s a bigger fool than I thought.”

You exhale trying to think of something to say.

He brings his other hand to your face, gazing deeply at you.

“He may be the greatest fool I’ve ever known.”

You’re not sure what comes over when you grab his shoulders and kiss him.

His hands move to the back of your head and press you closer to him.

You feel his lips move to open yours, but just as you part them he pulls away from you.

He runs his thumb gently over your lips. Smirking at your surprised face.

“Soon my darling.”

With that he leaves you stunned while he takes picks up his daughter and takes her back to her bed.

[fairestwriting]

im so happy you had fun with that prompt!! i now would like to request a continuation of it 👀 male childhood friend finally finishes all 1000 cranes and confesses to idia. (the papercuts on his fingers hurt, but it will be worth it, maybe. anything for his friend, even if his wish fails and he can never breach that distance)

*incoherent idialiker crying* Thank you for requesting this (post prequel here!)

+ if you like my writing, you can buy me a ko-fi to support me!

word count: 1111- over the limit but shh pretend you didnt see that. im treating myself

#991 comes to be, place right next to its siblings, in their multicolored paper glory. You’d folded... how many of these, today? They were turning into quite the pile near your desk. You tossing the newest addition to it seems to get Idia’s attention away from the handheld console he was busying himself with as he laid down on your bed.

“...another?” He asks, eyes away from the screen for a second. You sigh.

“Yup. That makes it 991.”

Silence. He’s staring without much of an expression. You feel nervous for some reason, like you rarely do around him.

“You’re... really close to the 1000, huh. So you were serious about this.” He mumbles, and goes back to the game. You take another sheet.

“I told you I’d be.” You boast, smug smile on your face that doesn’t really fit how tired your hands feel from the repetitive movements.

Idia steals another glance -- Quicker, like he feels guilty for looking.

“I don’t know if this means you’re crazy,” He starts, stopping for a second to... slay an enemy in the game? Finish his full combo? Who knows. You didn’t. “Or that you really like this person.”

Heat creeps up your neck. You almost want to laugh.

“T...The latter, I guess.” You mutter, and you fold another. Crane #992, you stare at it briefly. The laughing is still stuck in your throat, out of embarrassment or just amusement, you’re not sure.

“You’re still not telling me who it is.” Idia sighs. Does he sound upset? You can’t exactly tell. You’re about to pull another sheet of paper, but your hands protest.

“I said I’d tell you when I finished all of them.” You insist -- Heart beating a little faster, would today be that day? You were so close. You could finish in just a couple minutes, but your breaks between cranes were getting so much longer now. The skin on your fingers is littered with cuts, everything achey and uncomfortable from the effort. “Can’t you wait for, uh... seven more?”

“So I’m hearing about it today?”

Idia actually looks at you now, and for once, you’re the one who’s being flustered. You find that you lack a proper response to it.

“...maybe! Are you even ready for that?” You tease, but there’s little to no bite to it. Ugh, now you’re thinking about it. All the stupid pining had been getting to your head so easily, recently, especially when Idia seems to insist on being close to you even more often. Does that idiot even know what he’s doing? Obviously he does not, but you’ll still ask yourself that question. “You’ve been pestering me since I started.”

“W-Well, I wanna know who my childhood friend is so crazy in love with? The way you act makes me think of a dating sim.” He says, the console leaning on his chest as he looks up at your ceiling. “...that archetype of the pining childhood friend of the protagonist, who never really gets what they want.”

Hey, are you trying to jinx me? “T-That’s not funny, Idia.” You feel your eye twitch. Does this idiot even know what he’s doing? You ask again, this time less amused about his actions. A smirk seems to surge on Idia’s lips.

“Fuhihi, why? Are you scared that’s how you’re gonna end up?” He giggles. Bastard. Jerk. Idiot. “Well, it’s fine, right. If you’re not childhood friends with them then you’re a completely different character. I’ve always thought you fitted the stubborn tsundere better.”

Your stomach is in knots, heart racing. You had been folding while he spoke -- On 994 now.

“...wait. D-Don’t tell me.”

Silence. Idia sits up on the bed, and he stares at you. Your face feels hot. So you’ve noticed? So you’re finally figuring it out? You fold #995.

“...hey, are you...”

“No.” You speak, interrupting him easily. “Five more. Wait for them.”

“T-This isn’t funny. You can’t be joking about that.”

A smile creeps on your face, though your hands begin shaking wildly. “Four more, Idia.” You breathe in deep. So here goes nothing. The paper cuts hurt just a bit less, and you wonder if in these few minutes, they’ll be completely numbed out, or they’ll join the burn of your heartbreak.

In the end, it’d been quite the journey, and maybe that itself made everything worth it. At least you tried, and at least you tried well -- In a way or another, Idia gets to see your devotion.

“Two more.” You murmur. “Keep being patient for me, okay?”

You fold #998, then #999 in that silence. Yes, it’s worth it. No matter how it ends, you wouldn’t have this -- All those years, those buried and tangled feelings -- any other way.

“One more.” You pick the sheet up, and you walk over to the bed, standing in front of him. Idia watches you with his eyes wide, like he’s witnessing a fever dream. You begin to fold. “We’re almost here, so I guess I should...start, huh.”

Your hands keep moving. One more fold, then another. You could do this without looking at them now.

“I don’t even know how I could say this.” You shake your head. Another one. “But fist I’ve gotta mention you’re so stupid for never picking up on it. I mean, could I be any more obvious than this?”

With a laugh, the crane is done. Idia’s eyes widen even more -- If that was even possible. You feel like your heart could explode when you take his hand, shakily, with an uncertainty you usually only see on him, and place the crane on his palm.

“It’s for you, idiot. Everything’s always been for you. It couldn’t be anyone else, even with... all these others that I’ve thought about, no one’s ever came close to what I feel for you.” It spills out, you swallow, trying to keep the overflowing of your emotions at bay, but it’s impossible by now, really -- And you look into his stupidly beautiful amber eyes. “It’s always been you, Idia. I’m in love with you.”

The following seconds are like torture, with him saying nothing as he looks at the crane in his hands in complete shock. You sigh. It’s at least I tried, and at least I told him, but also I hope this works, I hope he understands me.

Idia holds the crane in his hands, shaky, but still cautious -- Not wanting to wrinkle it. Tears prickle at the corners of his eyes.

“S-So can I finally say...” He murmurs, looking into your eyes -- Time stops. It’s a fairytale now, instead of just life. “That it’s always been you for me, too?”

[taro-im]

Memories at the school Water Fountain

Kyoya Otoori angst Part 3

Tap here for part 1 and 2

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time skip 4 years later:

You’ve been living in France for 4 years, your family’s wealth has been back to normal 3 years ago, they asked if you wanted to come back to Japan but you wanted to stay in France to enjoy the scenery, you became a successful women during those 4 years, you have an arranged marriage with a man from a wealthy family, you’ve still kept contact with the host club and haruhi, today will be your return to Japan to celebrate Haruhi and Tamaki’s wedding

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“Daiki can you come to Japan with me I’m so nervous” you said to your older brother

“Y/n your 22 an adult, come on it’s gonna be ok, what are you so afraid about?” he said exhausted

“What am I afraid about? Im not afraid of anything I just want you to keep me company” you lied sounding nervous

“Fine I’ll come but your on your own once we get there, agree? He said

“Agreed” you said

You are now at the airport texting Haruhi that you will be there in around 2 days

Thinking about it since high school you were rooting for them and now there getting married, you were coming early to help haruhi prepare, the wedding was suppose to happen in 3 weeks but before it happens you guys were going to have girl time and catch up

You didn’t like France at the beginning for the first week but after that, France was so breathtaking to you

Your nervous to come back after 4 years, I mean you missed your home town but you’ve been gone for quite a while that you feel anxious but excited

You have now got off the airport nervous the first person you see is Haruhi, she grew her hair to around her chest she looked the same but more mature and more beautiful you were so excited to see her you gave her a big hug “Haruhi Chan I miss you so much” you said with tears of joy in your eyes “y/n it feels like forever I miss you welcome back to Japan” she said holding you in a tight hug “lemme see your ring” you said in excitement wow “Haruhi, I mean Mrs. Suoh you got a big beautiful diamond on your hand” you said amazed “haha thanks y/n, woah you got a ring on your hand to, you’ve never told me about this in the letters and texts???” She said confused and shocked, “hehe don’t tell anyone but it’s an arranged marriage, I haven’t even met the man yet” you said nervous “oh I’m sorry y/n… well come to my house and unpack your things” she said

You’ve came to Haruhi’s house and unpacked your things in the guest bedroom, both of you had a mini sleep over and talked the whole night, this felt like highschool all over again…

Haruhi asked you to become her maid of honor for the wedding you were so shocked and happy, the whole 3 weeks of preparing went by so fast and fun, and there were only 3 days till the wedding

On that 3 days the former host club members, Haruhi and you talked “Hey y/n just letting you know but the best man is Kyoya I hope your okay with that” Haruhi and Tamaki said nervously, of course you weren’t really surprised by it, Kyoya was the mans best friend since middle school and it wasn’t your choice and you both were history, “haha it’s fine he has nothing to do with me he’s just an ex” you tried to say nonchalantly

They all agreed and you were more anxious then before you were going to see your former boyfriend/ex in 3 days? Well crap you said to yourself, to be honest you still had feelings for him even though it was 4 years ago… you knew he threw you away once you were useless but still you always thought your relationship somewhat special or it was just you being innocent because that was your first and last romantical relationship

It is now finally the wedding day before Haruhi went down the aisle with her father, she looked so beautiful with her hair in a bun, beautiful white silky dress and a beautiful bouquet of flowers… you felt a flash of deja by all of the sudden you were thinking of that cringey time you told Kyoya about your dream wedding in your mind you said to your self “god damn y/n get your shit together this is your bffs wedding not yours”

You standed there with the other bridesmaids looking to see if Kyoya was there surprisingly he wasn’t there? you felt a little more happy even though it was petty if you but you felt less uncomfortable now

You saw the two lovers that made your heart flutter for happiness to them, you were doing your maid of honor speech then suddenly you saw Kyoya Ootori appear in the crowd, you looked normal but inside you were panicking, you finished the speech and left the stage, after that Kyoya made his speech and that’s when the party beginned, you were sitting in your seat and was looking at people dancing then suddenly they asked for the newly weds and you, and of course the best man to do a slow dance.. could your luck get any worser? No idk don’t jinx it though, you wanted to make up an excuse but nope you gotta face the music (like literally)

You blushed at the sight of him, he grew taller than before, his face has matured more to, and he became head of the Ootori group, he became so successful then you, you were slightly jealous

“It’s a pleasure meeting you Mr.Ootori” you gave a polite head nod, trying to not be passive aggressive

“It’s been a long time y/n” he said

“Mr.Ootori shall we?” You said irritated

“My pleasure, y/n but I would like it if you called me by my first name, like you did in high school”

the dance felt like forever full of awkward silence and him trying to talk to you, damn how a “great” way to end the night…

(Hehe sry this part ain’t spicy spicy but part4 will)

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[sparxwrites]

Im still in shock of what was beneath the boatem pole/ in the boatem hole like why did the void hammer space appear right then??? does it have something to do with the moon? did the boatem hole just feel bad for them??? did scar manage to break the damage void????

honestly having a bit of a challenge parsing this question (sparx sick; reading comprehension bad), but- i’m assuming you’re asking about canon, and about boatem going Into the void.

the void, i think just exists beneath bedrock. that’s not a special property of the boatem hole; it’s just there. whilst i, and other writers, have played around with the idea that the boatem hole is special, or sentient, or weird in some way, that’s not canon - canonically, it’s just Yet Another Hole Into The Void. i’m not sure what “void hammer space” means, but even though the void texture used for boatem’s little chat in the end looks different to the actual void, i think they just used that for visual interest. they’re just in the void, generally, and they used the (i think end portal?) texture to make it look cool and pretty. and, i assume, the space suits are supposed to be what’s protecting them from taking damage! which, assuming the void is very cold and airless, and that’s what kills people, makes sense...

idk, i’m hoping maybe they go more into it next season, but i suspect not - partly because we’ve already gotten a phenomenal amount of plot, and i’m not gonna jinx it by asking for more, and partly because i think a lot of that is hand-wavey stuff and “because i said so” and expediency, and partly because i think if they pick up on any part of it, it’ll be the space travel/cryosleep angle (because, remember, the whole “jumping into the void” thing was just part of the simulation! that all only happened inside the hermatrix. the hermits themselves are still, physically, as far as we know, absolutely fine and all inside their big inter-season spaceship transport thing).