#it is not normal how excited I am about this scene

[mommyameliestorycorner]

Do you have any tips for new Mommies? My boy friend recently came out to me about his fetish and wants to start incorporating it into our lives every now and again. Though… I’m quite submissive in my own right and not sure how I should go about acting or feeling about any of this. He showed me your blog and loves how enthusiastic about the kink you are. I want to be as well, I think I just need some help. Thank you in advance 🧡

Hi there! 🧡

First off, let me just say how incredibly proud I am of you for reaching out and being so open. That takes courage, and it's honestly so heartwarming to hear that your boyfriend felt safe enough to share this part of himself with you and that you responded with curiosity instead of judgment? That’s already a huge step in the right direction. Also, it really means a lot to hear that he enjoys my blog — that kind of enthusiasm and connection between partners is what makes this kink space so special!

Now, onto the good stuff: tips for new Mommies

The first — and probably most important — thing I want to tell you is that there is no one way to do this. Every dynamic is unique, because every person (and every little) is unique. Some relationships lean silly and playful, others tender and nurturing, and others still a bit firmer or more structured. There’s room for your way, and that’s something you and your boyfriend can discover together over time.

This might sound obvious, but really talk to him. Ask him what being a little means to him, what he hopes for from a Mommy figure, what parts feel comforting, exciting, or vulnerable. And just as importantly, share how you feel. You being uncertain or submissive in your own way isn’t a problem — it’s something to explore and play with, together.

You mentioned being submissive yourself, and I think this is where a lot of new caregivers get tripped up. There’s a common idea that you have to be this super strict, confident domme to be a Mommy — but that’s not true at all.

Many caregivers would describe themselves as service-subs. We take care of our littles because it fulfills us to do so. That might mean preparing bottles, tucking them in, checking diapers, talking gently, or even teasing them in ways that make them squirm and blush. You don’t have to be “above” your little — you just have to be the one offering the care. Think of it more like guiding a toddler through their world, not ruling over them.

You don’t need to leap into full-blown regression scenes right away. Try little things:

Referring to him as your “baby” or “little boy” in casual moments

Offering a paci, or picking out clothes for him

Asking, “Does someone need their diaper checked?” even just playfully

Reading a bedtime story together, or cuddling after calling it “nap time”

Small, low-pressure rituals can be incredibly meaningful and help you both ease into the dynamic.

You might find your strength as a Mommy in being nurturing and cuddly. Or maybe you discover you love teasing your little boy until he's red in the face and hiding under his blankie. Or maybe you find it’s about giving structure, praise, and gentle correction. You don’t need to become someone else, you just need to find the version of you that enjoys caring for him in this special way.

Also it’s okay to laugh! This kink is silly and sweet and sometimes awkward. There will be trial and error, and moments that feel weird or clumsy. That’s normal. The best part is that you’re both learning together.

And lastly… you’re allowed to have needs too. Just because he’s the one regressing doesn’t mean you stop being a partner with needs and limits. Your comfort matters just as much as his joy. Don’t be afraid to say, “That part’s not for me,” or “Can we do more of this?” Your dynamic will thrive when you both feel safe and seen.

So welcome to this gentle, squishy little corner of kink. The fact that you’re already asking questions and showing up with love and curiosity means you’re going to be great at this.

I’m rooting for you both.

[sanshinely]

ONE LAST GOODBYE | ATEEZ CHOI SAN

ONE LAST GOODBYE

ateez choi san x fem!reader

trope »  established relationship fic, idol-actor!san, journalist!reader

genre »  angst, bittersweet romance, terminal illness, second chance

word count;  3,612 words estimated reading time » ~ 10-12  minutes (normal reading speed)

warnings » mentions of terminal illness, grief, emotional scenes, character death (major) 

It was already 9:30 AM, and the clock on my phone ringed me as I sprinted down the crowded streets. I could feel my heart racing faster than my feet. "This is it. I'm going to get fired today," I muttered to myself, dodging people left and right, clutching my coffee cup with a grip that probably would've broken a weaker one. The worst part? I knew this was coming. I woke up late again.

I finally burst through the office doors, out of breath and flustered. Mr. Park, my boss, gave me a look that could freeze fire. "Late again, Y/N?" He wasn’t even trying to mask his disappointment. His voice was sharp, but I could hear the underlying amusement, as if he was waiting for me to screw up just so he could rub it in.

"Sorry, Mr. Park! I’ll make it up!" I said quickly, trying to catch my breath and failing miserably.

He sighed dramatically, tapping his pen on the desk. "Well, if you’re serious about making it up to me, grab us some coffee or something. Maybe that will help you focus better." I nodded, practically running out the door again, this time to grab some coffee and, if I was lucky, a little peace of mind.

The clock hit noon, and my stomach was already growling. I had barely survived the first half of the day, but at least I was halfway through the chaos. It was my lunch break, and I was determined to enjoy my time. I settled into a quiet corner of the office with a steaming bowl of ramen. My favorite.

The warm, spicy broth and the chewy noodles felt like a little piece of heaven in a crazy day. It was the only thing that ever managed to make me forget about everything else, even for just a moment.

Just as I was about to take another satisfying bite, my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen, and it was a text from my friend, Y/F/N.

Y/F/N: "Hey, Y/N! Guess what? The manager of Choi San is asking for you. They said you're one of the best journalists in the city. This is big. Better get ready."

I almost choked on my ramen. Choi San? The guy I had not thought about in years.

"Wait, what?" I quickly typed back, unsure of how to process the sudden rush of adrenaline flooding my system.

Y/F/N: "Yeah, I think he needs a feature or something. You’d better hurry."

I stared at my phone for a moment, wondering if this was some sort of joke. Choi San. The man who once vanished from my life without a trace. My ex, now a big name in the industry.

My hands were shaking as I set down my bowl and grabbed my bag. Whatever this was, I knew it wasn’t going to be just another ordinary day.

The silence in the waiting room felt heavier than usual. The only sounds were the soft clicks of high heels on the floor and hushed conversations between staff, busy preparing for the shoot. I checked my phone again, making sure the message from San's manager was still there.

"We'd like you to come for an exclusive interview with Choi San."

Those three words were enough to stir something in my chest. After all these years, I was finally called back. But this time, there was no excitement—just a deep emptiness, as if each passing second in this room weighed down on me. I swallowed hard, feeling the unease settle in my stomach.

I had spent so much time trying to forget him, trying to convince myself that it didn’t matter, that I had moved on. But the truth was, I hadn’t. Not really.

Taking a deep breath, I walked toward the door of the studio. My footsteps seemed louder now, as if the world had grown quieter in anticipation. When the door opened, the familiar, almost haunting scent of cologne filled the air. There he was.

Choi San.

The actor and singer who was now more known for his mysterious absence than his fame. His hair, darker than I remembered, framed his face perfectly. He wore a tailored suit that fit him as though it was made just for him, but it wasn’t the sharpness of his appearance that caught my attention—it was the way his eyes locked onto mine.

He didn’t smile, not immediately. But those eyes… They were the same. I could still see the same warmth, the same unspoken words, the same ghost of the past lurking behind them.

"Y/N," he said, his voice like a melody I hadn’t realized I missed. The name escaped his lips like it always had—so effortlessly, so naturally. My heart skipped a beat before I caught myself.

I forced a smile, though it felt foreign on my face. "Choi San," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. "It’s been a long time." His gaze softened just a bit, and for a moment, I thought maybe time hadn’t been as kind to him as it had to me. But I pushed that thought away. I couldn’t afford to think like that. Not now.

"Please, come in. We’re ready for the interview," he said, gesturing to the set behind him, where cameras were being adjusted and lighting was perfected.

I took a step forward, but the moment my foot crossed the threshold, the familiar, unwelcome knot of nerves twisted in my stomach. It felt like stepping back into a life I had tried so hard to leave behind.

But here I was, in the same room with him, doing the one thing I thought I’d never have to do again: face Choi San. After the unexpected meeting with him after 10 years, we’re both dated since high school. And i broke up with him, present tense we do have jobs to do now.

The room was as polished as always, with everything in place—cameras set up, crew members hustling to make sure everything was perfect, and lights that made everything look flawless. But the air between us felt heavy, like an old memory we couldn’t shake off. Every step I took towards San felt like I was crossing an invisible line—one that led straight into the past.

He didn’t move much, just stood there, watching me walk in. The silence stretched for a moment longer than I was comfortable with, but neither of us said anything. We didn’t need to. Our eyes spoke enough. It was clear we both recognized the weight of this moment.

I cleared my throat, trying to regain control of the situation. "Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, Choi San," I said, my voice professional, though it cracked ever so slightly as I said his name. "Of course," he replied, his tone equally professional, but I could hear the undertone of something else—something older, more familiar. "I’m glad you’re here, Y/N."

There it was again. His voice. So smooth, so familiar. It had been years, but hearing it still made me feel like I was the same person I had been back then. The person who once cared, who once held onto every word he said.

San cleared his throat quietly, a small, almost imperceptible cough. I caught the gesture, my eyes lingering on him for just a second before I turned my attention to the set, focusing on anything else but that moment. The cough was so small, but it felt like a signal, a reminder that he was still human, still here. He wasn’t perfect.

But we both knew better than to acknowledge the silence, so I kept my cool, forcing a professional smile. "Shall we get started?" I gestured to the chairs set up across from each other, and he nodded. As we settled into our respective seats, I couldn’t shake the tension hanging between us. We both wore the masks of professionalism, but the air was thick with unspoken words and memories we had buried deep down. The awkwardness was palpable, and for a brief moment, I almost forgot why I was there in the first place.

I was here to do a job, not to get lost in the past.

"So," I began, looking at him with a calculated calm, "What’s been keeping you busy lately? I hear you’ve got a new project coming up?" His eyes flickered with something—recognition, maybe, or maybe something deeper—and for the briefest second, I thought I saw a hint of a smile tug at his lips. But he quickly masked it with his usual composure.

"Yes, actually. I’ve been working on a new film. It’s… a bit different from what I’ve done before." He paused, as if carefully selecting his words. "I wanted to step out of my comfort zone." I nodded, trying to keep my focus on the interview. The words felt rehearsed, but they were still Choi San. My Choi San, even if only for a fleeting moment.

I asked a few more questions, keeping it light, professional, but every answer from him felt like it came with a weight—a weight I didn’t want to acknowledge, but couldn’t escape. Just then, the door to the studio opened, and his manager stepped in, a bit flustered. He glanced between me and San, his eyes narrowing as if trying to make sense of something.

"Wait…" The manager’s voice cracked slightly, his eyebrows furrowing in disbelief. "You’re… Y/N? The Y/N?" I froze. The manager’s eyes widened as realization set in. "No way… you’re the one. You’re… his ex, right?" He turned to San with a mixture of shock and confusion. "And... the last one?" San’s face didn’t betray anything, but I could see a flicker of discomfort pass through his expression. His manager was too stunned to notice the change.

"Uh, yeah, we... we know each other," I replied, trying to keep my composure, though my heart had started to beat faster. The last thing I wanted was for anyone to dig into this part of my life. "It’s... it’s been a while." The manager seemed lost for words for a moment, still processing what he had just learned. "Well, this just got... interesting," he muttered, glancing at San, who had yet to say anything.

I could feel San's gaze shifting to me, but I kept my focus on the manager, trying not to let my discomfort show.

—

The room around us suddenly seemed to shrink. Despite the bustling activity of the crew just outside the door, in here, the world had grown silent, heavy with years of unspoken words and unfinished business. Choi San sat across from me, still as calm and composed as ever, but something in his eyes betrayed a long-hidden storm—one that I hadn’t seen coming. It was the same look he had back then, the look of someone trying to hide what was tearing them apart.

As the seconds ticked by, I felt my heart racing, a quiet desperation rising within me. Why was I here again? What has changed? What has changed between us? I leaned back in my chair, eyes tracing the lines of his face—the lines that had deepened with time, the same features I used to study late at night. I could almost hear his laugh in my ears, the way he’d always smile, that rare, gentle smile that had once melted me. But it wasn’t enough anymore.

The soft hum of the lights above us seemed to mirror my thoughts. The room was too quiet, too heavy with the weight of everything unsaid.

I had to ask. I had to know.

"Why did you leave me back then?" My voice broke the silence, but it didn’t feel like my own. It felt raw, too exposed for anyone to hear, but I couldn’t hold it back any longer.

San froze. His jaw tightened ever so slightly, and I could see the internal battle waging in his mind. He looked away for a moment, his gaze drifting to the window. The storm outside had long since passed, but it didn’t feel like it was gone.

His hands rested on the table, fingers tapping nervously, betraying his calm exterior. He swallowed, then looked back at me, eyes softer, more vulnerable than they’d ever been. 

"Because I was dying," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "And I didn’t want you to waste your life waiting for me to disappear." 

I blinked, his words cutting through the tension like a knife, leaving a painful, jagged wound where my chest had been. My breath caught in my throat. For a moment, I couldn't move, couldn’t speak. His words hung there between us, heavier than anything I had ever expected to hear.

His voice faltered as he continued. "I didn’t want you to be stuck... waiting for someone who couldn’t give you the future you deserve." The weight of his confession was almost too much to bear. I thought I had prepared myself for this moment, for answers, but hearing him speak like that—it shattered me.

The memory hit me like a wave. The night we broke up.

It had been a stormy evening, just like this one. We'd run through the rain, laughing, until we were drenched from head to toe. That carefree moment felt like everything, as though we were untouchable, invincible together. But then came the silence. He pulled away. His eyes had grown distant, and that was when I realized the one person I thought would never leave me had started to slip away.

"San, what’s going on?" I had asked that night, my voice trembling as I reached for him.

And then his words—words that still echoed in my mind—had come. "I’m not the person you think I am. You deserve someone who can love you properly, someone who won’t disappear. I can’t keep holding you back." Before I could say anything, he was gone, slipping into the night, leaving me with nothing but the remnants of my broken heart. He left without an explanation, without a goodbye. Just… nothing.

Now, sitting across from me, San was the same as before, but the years had aged him in a way I couldn’t ignore. His smile, the one that once made me feel safe, now felt foreign. The walls he’d built were still standing tall, and I was left with the same feeling of being discarded, like I meant nothing. I wanted to scream, to demand more answers, but instead, I swallowed the lump in my throat and held his gaze.

"You left me without saying anything," I said softly, trying to steady my voice. "Without a reason. You didn’t give me a chance."

San’s expression softened, and for a moment, it seemed like he might reach out to me. But he didn’t. He just looked at me, his gaze filled with guilt and sorrow. "I didn’t know how to tell you," he admitted, his voice raw. "I didn’t want to hurt you. I wanted you to move on, to have a life... without me in it."

I shook my head slowly, the pain of that night coming back like it had just happened yesterday. "You don’t get to decide that for me, San." There was a long pause, and I could see the struggle in his eyes. But no matter how many years had passed, no matter how many times I told myself I had moved on, it still hurt. It still felt like he was the ghost I couldn’t shake.

"Y/N…" San began, his voice barely audible now, but I didn’t want to hear more. Not yet. I wasn’t ready to face the full extent of what he had done to me. What he had done to us. 

The weight of silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. I couldn’t look away from him, not now, not when every word felt like a jagged shard cutting through the distance we’d created. I wanted to yell, to demand more, but part of me was afraid—afraid of what I might hear, afraid that the pain I thought I had buried would resurface.

San seemed to sense the tension, his hands twitching slightly on the table, his fingers drumming nervously. He didn’t move, didn’t speak, and that quiet unease only seemed to make the gap between us feel even wider. "You know, back then," I said slowly, trying to keep my voice steady, "I never understood why you left. I thought maybe you didn’t care about me anymore. That it wasn’t worth fighting for."

San flinched. His expression, usually so guarded, flickered with something—regret, maybe. I couldn’t tell, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to see it. Seeing him look at me like that only made me wish I could go back to the past, to when I hadn’t felt so abandoned.

"But I still thought about you," I added quietly, my voice shaking despite myself. "I kept wondering why you couldn’t just trust me, trust that we could get through it. You didn’t even give me a chance to help."

San’s jaw clenched, his eyes shifting from my face to the floor as though he was searching for the right words. After a long pause, he finally met my gaze again, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know," he said softly. "And I’m sorry, Y/N. I never wanted to hurt you. I just thought it was better for you if I left…" The words trailed off, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe that the reason he left had been for me, for my sake. But after all this time, it felt hollow.

I had spent so many nights, lying awake in my bed, wondering what went wrong. And now, sitting here in front of him, I realized that maybe the truth was even harder to accept than the silence we’d lived in for years. "You think you were doing me a favor by leaving me?" I couldn’t hold back the bitterness in my voice. "You think it was better for me to just… forget you? To never know what happened?"

His eyes softened, but the sadness in them didn’t make me feel any better. If anything, it just reminded me of all the time we had lost. "I thought you’d hate me if you knew the truth," San murmured, his voice cracking slightly. "But I can’t hide from it anymore. I was sick, Y/N. And I didn’t want you to have to watch me die."

I stared at him, my heart pounding in my chest. The words made sense—too much sense—but they felt like they came from someone else. This wasn’t the man I used to know, the one who had laughed with me in the rain, the one who had stayed up late with me talking about everything and nothing.

—

The rain had started to fall as we stepped outside the building, the heavy droplets splattering against the pavement like a thousand tiny whispers of regret. The night air was cool, and the sound of the rain hitting the ground was oddly soothing. We walked in silence, the kind of silence that only feels heavier with every passing second. It wasn’t the comfortable kind of silence—it was suffocating, loaded with the things we couldn’t say, the things we had kept hidden for too long.

We found ourselves sitting on a bench under a small canopy, the light from the streetlamp casting soft shadows on San’s face. He didn’t say anything at first, his gaze focused on the rain as if it could wash away the tension that had built between us.

I was still processing everything he had just told me, but the truth of his words was beginning to settle in. He had left me because he thought it would protect me. He thought that walking away was the only way to save me from the pain of losing him. But now, here we were, and all I could feel was the sting of those years wasted in silence.

San took a deep breath, his voice barely above a whisper. "I wasn’t lying when I said I was sick," he began, his eyes finally meeting mine, the vulnerability in them undeniable. "But the truth is… I don’t have much time left. A few weeks, maybe. That’s all I have. The treatment isn’t working anymore. I’ve been holding on, hoping, but… it’s time for me to face the truth."

I froze. The words hit me like a punch to the gut, stealing the breath from my lungs. I wanted to say something—anything—but the reality of what he was saying left me speechless. He was dying. And after all this time, he was finally telling me.

The tears started to well up in my eyes, but I couldn’t stop them. It was like a dam had broken, and all the emotions I had buried over the years came flooding out. I had always wondered why he left, why he never came back to explain. But now, hearing this, it felt like the universe had been cruel to us. Why did he have to carry this burden alone? Why did he think he had to protect me by leaving me in the dark?

"You should have told me," I whispered through the tears, my voice trembling. "You didn’t have to do this alone. You didn’t have to push me away. We could’ve fought this together." San’s face twisted in pain as he reached out to gently take my hand, his touch warm against my cold skin. I didn’t pull away. I couldn’t. The connection was too strong, even after all this time.

"I thought disappearing would hurt you less…" His voice cracked, and I could see the guilt in his eyes. "I didn’t know it would haunt you longer."

The words stung, but I understood them. He had thought that leaving me was the right thing to do, that it would spare me from the heartache of watching him fade away. But what he hadn’t realized was that the pain of him leaving had lasted longer than he could imagine. It wasn’t the absence that hurt—it was the years of wondering, the years of not knowing why.

I wiped my tears, my hands shaking as I tried to steady myself. "You’re wrong," I said, my voice firm despite the tears. "Leaving me hurts more than you could ever understand. I spent years thinking you didn’t care, thinking that you didn’t love me enough to stay. But I would’ve stayed, San. I would’ve stayed by your side, no matter what. I just needed you to trust me."

San’s eyes softened, and for the first time, I saw the full weight of his regret in them. He squeezed my hand gently, his grip tender but firm. "I didn’t want to make you suffer through all of this. I thought I was doing the right thing. But I see now that I was wrong. I should’ve trusted you. I should’ve never let you go." The rain continued to fall around us, but at that moment, it didn’t matter. Time seemed to stand still. I wasn’t sure if we would ever get back to what we once had, but I knew one thing for certain—I wasn’t going anywhere.

"I’ll stay," I whispered, my voice steady this time. "I’ll stay, San. No matter what happens, I’m here. I’m not leaving you again."

San’s eyes shimmered with emotion, and without another word, he pulled me into a gentle embrace. I let myself fall into him, the warmth of his body against mine a comfort I hadn’t realized I needed so desperately. For a moment, everything else faded away—the rain, the world, the past. There was only the two of us, and the weight of everything unsaid was finally beginning to lift.

I didn’t know what the future held. But at that moment, I knew one thing: I wasn’t going to let him go again.

—

The sun dipped low, casting golden streaks across the park as the sky gradually melted into a soft evening hue. They sat side by side on a bench near the lake, not saying much, just breathing in the quiet, as if every second was a memory waiting to be carved. 

“Do you remember this place?” he asked, his voice softer than the wind. Y/N nodded, her lips trembling with the smile she tried to hold in. “You brought me here on your birthday once. Said you didn’t want anything except a sunset and cheap street toast.” He chuckled weakly, his shoulders shaking just a little. “Still sounds like the perfect birthday.”

There was a stillness between them, like the world had paused out of respect. It wasn't heavy—it was delicate. Fragile. Meant to be held with care.

They took a photo together. San’s head resting gently against hers, the faintest trace of a smile on his lips. Y/N made sure to hide the tears pooling in her eyes. The photo would later sit by her bedside forever—the last one they ever took.

As twilight embraced them, Y/N pulled out a small, folded piece of paper from her bag. Her hands trembled slightly, the words finally finding the courage to breathe.

“I wrote this for you,” she whispered. “Back when I didn’t know why you left. I never sent it.”

She began to read the poem:

"To the one who left with my laughter, And took silence in return, I hope the stars keep you safe The way your arms once did for me.

If time is kind, may it bring you back. If not... may it carry you gently, Wherever you’re going."

San didn’t say anything at first. He just looked at her—really looked at her. Like he was memorizing every piece of her face. His thumb brushed over her knuckles as his eyes grew glassy.

“Thank you,” he said, almost inaudibly.

The moment hung in the air. Full. Painful. Beautiful. Eventually, San leaned against her shoulder, exhaling slowly. “I think… I’m tired,” he murmured, his voice barely a breath. As the night deepened, the air grew colder, but neither of them moved. San shifted slightly, resting his head on Y/N’s shoulder. “Can I stay like this for a bit?” he asked, his voice almost childlike.

Y/N nodded, brushing her cheek softly against his hair. “Of course. As long as you want.” He chuckled faintly. “Don’t say that. You’ll regret it.”

“No, I won’t,” she replied. “Not even for a second.”

They sat like that for what felt like forever—wrapped in silence, the city lights glimmering faintly in the distance. Y/N listened to his breathing, steady but shallow, the rhythm slowing down like a song nearing its final verse.

Then... nothing.

At first, she didn’t notice. She was too busy memorizing the feeling of him leaning against her. But then she realized—

His fingers had stopped twitching.

His breaths had faded into silence.

“San?” she whispered, nudging him gently.

No response.

Her heart dropped.

“San?” she said again, louder this time. “San, wake up—this isn’t funny.”

She turned to him fully, hands shaking as she cupped his cheeks. His skin was cold. Too cold.

“No, no no no no—please,” her voice broke as tears poured down, “You said you'd stay for a little longer—San, please wake up—”

Her cries pierced the quiet night. The stars above blinked dimly as if they, too, mourned with her.

That Thursday night, beneath the soft rain and the empty sky, she held him close.

He left gently. But she screamed for the first time in years.The sky was a soft gray when Y/N stepped onto the familiar path.

—

A small bouquet of white lilies rested in her hand—San’s favorite. The air smelled like rain, and the silence of the morning matched the emptiness that never fully left her chest.

She stopped in front of the grave.

CHOI SAN 1999 — 2025 "He loved quietly, but with everything he had."

Y/N knelt down, placing the flowers gently by the headstone. Her fingers lingered on the carved name. “Hi,” she whispered. “It’s been a while.” There was no response. But somehow, she still felt him there—in the wind, in the light rustling of leaves.

“I finally finished the article,” she continued softly. “The one you told me to write, about stories that deserve to be remembered.”

A long pause.

“And you, San… you were the story.”

She smiled faintly, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “You’d hate it, but… people love you even more now. Your old fans, new fans—they’re everywhere. They all say the same thing. That you were kind. That you left too soon.”

Standing back up, she adjusted her coat. The cold didn’t bother her much anymore. Somehow, it had become part of her now.

On the way home, she walked slowly to the bus stop. The world felt like it moved on too quickly. But not her. Not yet. As she sat down on the bench, waiting for the next bus, something made her glance up. A billboard across the street lit up.

It was San.

A tribute ad—his soft smile, a black ribbon in the corner.

"In Loving Memory of Choi San — beloved son, friend, and artist. He taught us how to live, how to love, and how to say goodbye."

Y/N stared at it, her breath catching in her throat.

But this time, she didn’t cry. She smiled. Not because the pain was gone—but because she knew he was finally at peace. He had given her everything. Every glance, every laugh, every moment. He had left her with the kind of love that didn't end. The kind that never needed to be explained.

“And in the end, he left quietly—just like he always did. But this time, I held on until the very last breath.”

Because San didn't die because he was sick.

He died because he had loved her with everything he had.

And that love—was uncontrollably fond.

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thank u for ur time & for reading this fic!

[neunnnnnnn]

𓇼ARCANE STORYTIME𓇼

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(A week ago)

Feeling confused about my existence again I decided to do the one thing that brings me peace.... Shift. I lied down did an awake method ( Embodying my dr self). This time luck was on my side because I did not have to go through a lucid dream or sleep paralysis, I just closed my eyes knew that I had no choice and then bam it happened.

The room felt different and trusted myself to believe that I had shifted, I didn't feel any symptoms.

I opened my eyes and saw Isha besides me ... making eye contact with her made all my memories come to me and I instantly knew that I had to get ready to attend progress day because that's what I scripted. I got up feeling excited and nervous because the last time I shifted I hadn't watched much of arcane.

I got myself ready and left Isha with a friend. I had created my own city from scratch that was near piltover and that's where I lived. Using my teleportation I teleported to the venue and was just in time for when the bombings happened and since I wanted to be little miss "hero" I go after jinx. If you've watched that scene it pretty much goes the same way except for me getting punched in the face ( hurt like shiit!! Omfg never again 😭) and that jinx ends up kidnapping me.

I wake up feeling like my body can't move, I'm tied up and that's when it comes back to me again that I had been knocked out and I don't even remember how. Jinx comes up to me and starts asking what my involvement is since I'm not an enforcer . I ofc stare at her because, hell it's fucking jinx!! But I assure her that I have no involvement with them and I'm just a normal person that wanted to know what was going on. She obviously doesn't believe me and knocks me out again.

I wake up again and I'm in silco's office ( I was not complaining 🙂‍↔️) and he asks me what are my motives ( You know, in his mouth watering voice omfg!😭) and I'm like trying to answer but I'm also taking him in and trying to even smell him if I can atp!! Then I answer the same way, " I have no involvement and I am just a curious citizen. Jinx pipes in saying that I might have been working for the enforcers because I was from the party, and ofc there is no arguing there because only the "established " were allowed.

Silco then calls in sevika to "take me out" so since I have powers I teleport tf out of there but I teleport literally Infront of vi ( idk what the hell she was even going) and she's like really spooked and almost attacks me out of fear. Anyways I explain my situation and she tells me that she's on her way to find her sister, and I'm like guess who I also just ran to huh?. She agrees to free me only if I tell her where jinx is and we made a deal.

She helps me remove my chains, then I do the unthinkable and teleport again( ik ik but since I hadn't scripted any scenarios I didn't want to risk anything 😭) but this time to Viktors office? Idek ( I used to be a student of his)

But yeah, he sees me and asks what I want then I explain what happened to me and that I needed help hiding since going back to my house immediately wasn't really an option then he tells me to deal with it ( I am not even surprised, the Viktor in my reality is a bit... Um colder) , I obviously refuse and I follow him around as he's working on the hextech , I also help him out a bit since he needed some of my lighting powers. I ended up teleporting back home around at night when I found out that Isha had been kidnapped.

~This was day one, I was there for a year, so I can't write everything 😭

~ my reality doesn't follow the series apart from progress day. Vander is also alive in my reality

~ Isha is my little sister and we grew up in Ionia

~I did get to meet almost everyone; Cait was bossy

Echo was pretty chilled but was always angry or agitated

Vander- Literally the nicest person in the universe, we aren't family but I felt like I was family to him😭

Maddie - eh🤷🏽‍♀️ she's bisexual btw and racist

Heirmadinger ( don't know how to spell) - really nice, but was skeptical of me the whole time I was there.

Jayce - Flirty, but nice to talk to, he talks alot so there isn't a time where I was bored.

Jinx - coolest person I know, besides her breakdowns she's REALLY smart and also fun to hang out with. She made me a friendship bracelet omg I miss her😭

Vi - I might moan out loud ngl, but she's cool 😂

Silco - 🫣 won't say much 😂

~Everything and everyone looked exactly the same, even the air in the lanes is DISGUSTING asf it smells even worse than sewage😭.

[yayimallamaagain]

We are just hours away now from #cakegate from Cornettos from "Star Wars?" from "cornbread knows my sins" from "Christ, you are as thick as it gets" from gay panic from "shut up, shut all the way up, oh my god" from "fucking eyelashes" from "but this whole thing is ...really doing it for me" from long distance flirting and late night confessions from karaoke from "sexual experimentation with foreign monarchs: a gray area" from "history huh? I bet we could make some" from "your body comes back to me in dreams" from skinny dipping in Texas from "dear thisbe," from "tell me to leave" from slow dancing in a chapel from two homes side by side, from "an incomplete list: things I love about hrh prince Henry of Wales from "do you feel forever about him" from "I love him on purpose" from "history will remember us" from Alex Claremont-Diaz and Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor coming to life and I am screaming.

[lre333]

i couldn’t resist taking new photos and going back through my Kwanzaa posts to add in an extra crop of the image (same pose, lighting, etc) that just focuses on what’s inside the lil stage set , cuz the full crop is necessary for my intentions re signifying lighting a candle on the kinara (the golden bird on top of the canopy is stand-in for flame; LCNBC production ain’t got the insurance to be putting cast members underneath fabric topped with actual real fire loool) but i feel like i wanted the models and the scenery to stand out a lil bit more than they did

lalalala~ i can’t hear you, perfectionist tendencies lmaooo~

so, i’ll leave a link to the start here so you can go look without hunting, if you like 💚❤️🖤✨

[wirtsauce4020]

Finally made it to The Scene™ and it's safe to say I am Not Normal about it

[inkskinned]

no, actually, where is the whimsy?

my ex had a best friend named larry who asked me once: what do you think comes after irony?

we were at the bar where larry worked. it was a quiet night, and he'd hopped over to sit with us on the patron side. i swirled the lemon around my limoncello martini.

earnest positivity, i said, while my ex said, art self-destructs.

i stared at my ex. he stared at me.

his argument was the cinemasins argument: look how bad media is becoming! look at the loopholes and the dumb shit!

it was roughly 2011. galaxy print was still in. at the time, i had a favorite shirt that was a wolf howling at the moon. it got ripped in half in the wash and i honestly still mourn it. i dressed like effie stonem, because everyone did. and irony was the name of the thing. men liked MLP "ironically." the internet liked the kind of crass, "anti-mainstream" vibes of things like fuck romance, touch my butt and buy me pizza. we put cats in sunglasses everywhere, which was because we only liked things in irony.

and media had the same vibe in it: anti-hero white men would be "hard to love" and then storm off the scene. nobody was just earnestly trying to save the world: they were jaded, angry, unoriginal. mad you even asked them to try to help.

my ex ends up not being wrong. cinemasins becomes super popular. a lot of people start viewing media with this lens that is the cruelest, most jaded depiction. it's wrong for your character to have unexplained powers, even if the entire movie is about how strange it is she has unexplained powers - that is still considered a "loophole." characters make thoughtless, panicked choices? loophole. characters are actually kind people, despite hardship? loophole. features a woman doing literally anything without assistance? loophole. movies become hyper-aware of scrutiny, and now irony rules the media.

which means you go to a movie, and the character has to turn to the screen and say "beats me!!" or one of the side characters has to have some kind of quip like "are you seriously telling me that you think this is normal?" because nothing can happen in earnest. like a sitcom laugh track, we now anticipate the fourth-wall break: the moment that the media acknowledges it is telling a story. the media has to apologize for itself, or else someone like my ex rolls their eyes.

but here's the thing: i wasn't wrong either.

the difference might be that i am (and always have been) so soft-hearted that any crack in the light of this world will spear me into the ground. and i was the poet in the relationship. (he thought that was the same thing as being naïve and stupid). i was making things daily. i knew how all of us artists are driven by some strange desire to evolve. he notably liked to critique art, not to create it.

so yes, i've made things that are bitter and angry and even ironic. i've made long, sharp poems with all capital letters, and i've made poems about how the silence stretches out like a song. someone wrote once that we will spend our whole lives just circling the place we grew up. i think it's more that we spend our whole lives trying to remake a home. i think it's that as we age, it becomes less exciting to build the castle on the beach - we become aware of erosion, of windforce. we realize what we really want is to come home to our dog, castle or not.

and while art in the foreground is mired in white male violence and irony, and aggression, and not taking anything seriously - i don't think that's true of all art. i think more and more artists are leaning in to the things we love. the world has changed so much. they have taken so many things from us. the only thing we have left is love. at the bottom of the moving box - all we get is the faint sense that we have to appreciate what little we've got. i can't enjoy this stuff ironically anymore: what room do i have for irony? if it makes me happy, that is an amazing thing. there are so few happy places left for me. i want to be happy because of how leaves shiver beside each other like nestling birds. i want to be happy because of the color pink, and how magenta doesn't exist. i have spent so much of this life suffering, i have earned my right to a gentle ending. if nothing matters, i get to assign meaning to the nothing. i get to create meaning. i am an artist first and foremost, which means creation is my thing.

where is the whimsy? wherever i fucking put it. because if this is my last fucking chance to do any good in this world - i want to do it earnestly. i want to write things that make you happy. that make people feel heard and seen. what comes after irony has to be positivity.

it was close to my 21st birthday. in 7 years, i would end up writing a book about this relationship, which is hopefully coming out somewhere around May 2024. i come back to this bar scene in my memories a lot. i keep thinking of how pale my ex was. the look that crossed his face. how i looked back at him. how for a moment, both of us couldn't recognize the other person. like the gulf between us was a suddenly wide and cavernous thing. like we were alien to each other. he never took my opinion seriously, and he always seemed surprised whenever his manic-pixie-dream-girl ever broke free of the plot. like in the whole time we were together, i wasn't human enough.

this knowledge: where he said nothing comes after, my only instinct was what comes after is love.

[buckyalpine]

I love Bucky loving his body. I love Bucky loved by the team. I love Bucky having his happy ending with a family. Imagine Bucky lounging around the sofa with his little baby girl tucked in his arm, her sweet face covered in frosting after smothering half of her cupcake onto her cheeks. The icing is bright red just like Tony's suit and it's his birthday party afterall, so everything is in full swing. Most of the cupcake is squished between her fingers, very little actually making it into her mouth but Bucky doesn't mind. He chuckles, watching her with heart eyes as she happily smears it onto his crisp white shirt, babbling and cooing, now sucking her thumb.

He is absolutely unbothered by this, all he sees is his happy little baby with her cheeky smile licking up all the frosting just like her mama. While Bucky couldn't care less about his shirt, a few others certainly did.

"Better get dunk that shirt into a bucket of tide pens Barnes" Clint snorted.

"Actually the quicker you get it off, the less likely it is to stain. Take it off now" Tony's voice went from fatherly advice to a seductive growl making Bucky's face twist in amusement, pink starting to color his cheeks.

"Yeah, give the little munchkin to y/n and take it off. Cause of the stain" Nat agreed, cocking an eyebrow. You giggled watching the scene unfold before you, your husband growing bashfully shy.

"Can't hurt punk" Steve shrugged and Bucky's eyes nearly popped out of his head until he realized his best friend had been nursing a rather large glass of Asgardian mead. Tipsy Steve was always a little bit of a pervert...

"I-

"For the stain"

"I think you just want me to take my shirt off" Bucky huffed while you grinned, giving his cheek a peck before taking your little princess in your arms.

"Can't blame them handsome, c'mon, show em' how lucky I am" you whisper and that sells it. Couldn't hurt and since they were all asking...

"Just take it off!" Nat howled with a wink, a bunch of whistles when Bucky sighed, indulging the team a little. He unbuttons his shirt and hands it off to a genuinely concerned Sam who would normally make sure the shirt got sent to the cleaners but this is too good so he throws it into a bucket of cold water and is back within seconds.

"Good God"

"Jesus"

"You look fuckin' good terminator"

"Alright, alright" Bucky holds his hands up, unable to stop the way his ears are bright red, shaking his head when you blow him a kiss making him blush more.

"Body shots!"

"What?"

"Yes"

Tony's eyes glimmer with excitement, and Bucky snorts, loving the way you egg him on, his daughter also squealing with excitement.

"Go on Sarge, y'know you look good"

He lies down on the bar table, surrounded by just the team, abs beautifully flexed as Nat pours a generous amount of some type of alcohol right on his belly button.

"When else will we get this lucky" She says with a playful smirk while Steve cracks his knuckles.

"Why are you cracking your knuckles, what the hell do you plan on-

"ME FIRST" He doesn't give anyone a chance, face planting himself into Bucky's tummy, his lips sealed, drinking every bit of the burning liquor with a satisfied hum.

"How much has he had to drink"

"Who cares, me next"

"I think you've licked enough of my husband"

"You get him all the time, don't be greedy"

"That cute little chubby ball of frosting and giggles is enough evidence you get him every which way, besides isn't there another one cooking, y'can't have any now git"

"Blink twice if you need help"

"Bro looks like an angel"

"Why aren't you blinking"

"Crafted by the heavens"

"You like this, don't you"

Bucky can't help but chuckle, surrounded by idiots. Drunk idiots. His wife. His baby girl. Another little one on the way. All who love him. Would protect him. Life was good.

[ohmy-gojo]

actress! reader. he has a breakdown when you die in the movie

"are you for real doing this.." you looked at your husband who was passionately typing away at his laptop, through tears by the way

"babe, YOU be for real right now. what the fuck was going on in the minds of the writers that they decided to fucking kill you off?! im gonna make sure this stupid fucking movie has 0% rotten tomatoes! ugh im so fucking mad!"

you raised your eyebrow "you do remember that this is still a movie i acted in, right?"

"doesn't matter, princess! you were the main lead so they have no business killing you off! like wheres the plot armor?? uneducated asses. dont even know that the main leads always has to live, how did they even become a writer!" he said furiously

the latest movie you filmed in has been released on every platforms. you were particularly excited about this because this was the first time you acted as a main lead and it was also based on a medieval era. but however excited you had been, gojo was a thousand times more excited than you. he always supported your dreams and saw it as his own. he showed up during almost every shooting session, looking as proud as always. hyping you up so much that even the staffs started to get annoyed

"i can tell that this movie is going to be a blockbuster because of my baby," he had beamed at you and pecked your lips lovingly. absolutely unbothered by the offended stares he got

unfortunately, he couldn't make it to the last days of shooting because of missions. for which he showed great sadness (you had to provide him selfies with your pretty outfits, so that he doesnt lose his mind) which is why he didn't know the ending and since you didnt want to spoil it to him, you kept your mouth shut.. which was maybe a wrong decision

he had taken a leave from work just to stream the movie with you. arranged a super big bowl of sweets instead of popcorn like a normal person would, made the couch all cozy and even went as far as to turn off all the lights to give this a 'theater' vibe (hes planning to open one at his home to stream your movies)

at the start of the movie, he seemed really excited and happy. everytime you appeared at the big screen of his 80 inch tv, he would go 'thats my baby omg' with heart eyes like a fanboy. which he was to be honest

but as the movie progressed and you showed signs of, well dying, his heart sanked. and when you did die, he horrifiedly muttered 'what the fuck..' repeatedly and started bawling his eyes out while hugging you tightly

which brings you here with him writing a review of your just released movie and rating it 0

"this is not enough," he muttered. rubbing his face with his hand, he said "i gotta sue them for making this absolutely atrocious movie and for emotional damage."

"aw toru," you somewhat jutted your lips "did you really not like it?" you said dejectedly

his furrowed brows relaxed at your tone. he pulled you closer to him and pecked your forehead. "maybe i am overreacting a bit," he said sheepishly "but seeing you... die like this, even if its just in a movie, made my heart sink to my stomach." you noticed he used the word die fearfully and with great reluctance

you batted your eyelashes at him, innocently "oh.. but im still with you, no?"

he smiled sadly at your words, you really have no idea about the hold you have over him

"well yeah... but no offense to you, im never watching this movie again." he firmly said with furrowed brows

you giggled at your silly husband and flicked his forehead "none taken."

extra :

"ugh im feeling nauseous because i keep getting reminded of those scenes, I might really puke."

"babe i know you love me but thats only because of those damn sweets."

bday post:') not proofread !

[hanniebaeee]

The Plan

Hyunjin x fem!reader

Warnings: Suggestive MDNI

Genre: Established relationship, fluff (a little angst)

Summary: You and Hyunjin have a week off, at the same time, so you both make plans. Plans, but different plans, involving each other.

It was supposed to be very simple. But obviously simple didn't exist in your home. Because the tension in the apartment was palpable.

“You’re telling me,” Hyunjin began, voice wobbling, “that you booked our week off to go to yours without even asking me first?”

You were standing at the kitchen counter with your hands clenched around a mug of tea (that you weren’t drinking because you were too busy suppressing your rage).

“Jinnie, I did ask. You said you were fine with whatever I planned.”

“I said that thinking you'd actually be discussing it with me!” His voice raised a little. Of course it did. “I wanted to take you to mine this time! My mom's been dying to spend time with you! And she has been knitting a sweater for you and -”

Hyunjin was already emotionally unraveling, hands flailing in the air.

Your jaw ticked. You were actually trying not to show how agitated you were feeling. It wasn't like you to yell or explode or make a scene. You imploded - silently, gracefully, like a submarine sinking into the abyss.

“Okay, Hyunjin,” you said evenly, though your teeth were clenched so tight your jaw ached. “I’m not fighting. You can have what you want.”

“You’re not fighting?!” he exclaimed, throwing his arms up. “You’re always not angry, which is just a code for angrier than hell! While I’m here, losing my mind, because I had this whole thing planned -”

You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t listen to one more word. You haven't been home in a while and you missed your parents. And they were actually excited to meet Hyunjin. And now your feelings bubbled under the surface like hot lava. 

“For the love of God, can you stop yelling!” You bit out and it made him even more agitated.

“Oh, I’m sorry for being emotional! Not all of us are emotionally constipated like you!”

You sucked in a sharp breath, your hands clenching into fists at your sides.

“I am NOT emotionally constipated!”

“Yes, you are!” Hyunjin yelled back, pointing an accusing finger at you. “You’re mad right now, aren’t you? But instead of yelling at me like a normal person, you’re standing there pretending you’re fine while plotting my death in your head!”

You froze. He wasn’t entirely wrong, really.

“I’m not plotting your death,” you muttered.

“Oh, please,” he scoffed, throwing himself onto the couch dramatically. “You’re probably going to go scream into a pillow or something, because god forbid you actually express an emotion.”

Your mouth dropped open. “Excuse me?!”

“You heard me!” He said dramatically. “You’re a psycho perfectionist, and I -”

Okay, your eyes were starting to sting with tears now, and without a word, you turned and walked out of the kitchen. Hyunjin trailed after you, his voice climbing several octaves.

“Wait! Where are you going? Are you mad? Are you CRYING?!”

You slammed the bathroom door behind you, locked it, and turned on the faucet for cover. No way in hell were you letting him hear you cry. You pressed your eyes tightly closed, biting back the tears threatening to spill over. Then you let out a strangled scream into your hands.

Oh yeah. It was all coming out now. 

“BABE, I CAN HEAR YOU SCREAMING.” His voice was high-pitched with panic. You heard him jiggling the doorknob. “Y/N, PLEASE, OPEN THE DOOR. WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS. OR FIGHT ABOUT IT. OR KISS ABOUT IT. JUST OPEN THE DOOR.”

You grabbed a towel from the rack and let out another muffled scream into it. Ok, that felt a little better.

On the other side of the door, Hyunjin flopped against it dramatically.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about my plans. But why are you mad? You didn’t tell me about yours either! Shouldn’t we both be mad? Let’s be mad together! Please open the door, baby!”

The sheer absurdity of it all made you laugh, though it was shaky, laced with frustration. You didn’t want to open the door. You didn’t want to face his dumb, beautiful, perfect face that made you melt faster than an ice cube on a hot pan. 

But, of course, he couldn’t leave it alone.

“Do you want me to cry? I’ll cry. I’ll cry right here, babe. Pisces tears - they’re coming.”

“Oh my god, Jinnie!” you yelled through the door, finally snapping.

“You're the one who locked me out when I’m  emotionally vulnerable!”

You groaned, wiping your face and flinging the door open so hard he stumbled back.

“Fine! You want to talk? Let’s talk. I planned this because I thought you'd be happy to come spend time with my family in my childhood home, Hyunjin. I wanted you to see where I grew up, meet my parents, and understand my world a little better. Ok?”

He blinked at you, tears threatening to spill because of course they were. His lower lip wobbled.

“I did the same because I love you, you idiot,” He whispered. “I love you. I wanted to show you off. And I understand you wanted the same. And now we’re yelling at each other because we both care too much and suck at communicating.”

Damn it. Damn him. You hated when he made sense in the middle of his theatrics.

“I love you, too.” You sighed, deflating.

“Say that again, but slower,” he teased, a spark of mischief returning to his eyes.

You swatted his shoulder, though you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped. “Don’t push it.”

“So,” he said, stepping closer, his hands brushing your waist, “are we going to keep fighting, or are we going to make out and figure out where we’re actually going to?”

It obviously started with one kiss - one of those angry, frustrated, teeth-clashing ones. You had grabbed his stupidly pretty face and kissed him, and he kissed you back immediately because, well, Hyunjin was Hyunjin. Dramatic. And, almost entirely too weak for you.

And he couldn't stop ranting even through the kiss. 

“You-”

Kiss. 

“-are the most infuriating person-”

Kiss.

“-I’ve ever met.”

“Shut up, Hyunjin,” you mumbled against his lips, tugging at his shirt to pull him closer.

“No,” he panted, breaking the kiss to glare at you. “You don’t get to tell me to shut up. I’m still mad at you.”

“Oh, you’re mad?” you shot back, voice dripping with sarcasm. “I’m not the one who hijacked an entire week with zero communication. Emotional wreck.”

“EMOTIONAL WRECK?!” he gasped. “At least I express my emotions! You bottle yours up and hold a grudge!”

“I don't-” You cut yourself off, realizing how stupid it was to argue about who was more emotionally stable while Hyunjin’s hands were under your shirt, groping you shamelessly as you glared at him. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re impossible!” he shot back, his voice cracking slightly. 

“I literally don’t know why I love you,” you snapped, looking away because his fingers were getting somewhere now. 

“At least I know why I love you!” he yelled dramatically. “But right now, I don’t like you, because you’re a terrible planner, and you -”

“Oh my god,” you groaned, grabbing him by the collar and kissing him again to shut him up.

It worked for about ten seconds. Then he was talking again, voice muffled against your lips.

“I can’t believe you think -”

Kiss.

“-that I’m more dramatic-”

Kiss.

“-than you.”

“Hyunjin, if you don’t stop talking-” you hissed and he narrowed his eyes before smirking.

“What are you gonna do?” he challenged.

You sighed because just look at him - lips swollen, hair an absolute mess, and he looked so unfairly good. 

You didn’t answer. Instead, you shoved him back against the bathroom door and kissed him hkisse and yanked his shirt up.

“Okay, wait, timeout,” he gasped, laughing breathlessly as you attacked his neck with kisses. “Are we still fighting? I feel like we’re still fighting. Are you biting me?”

“Maybe,” you mumbled against his skin, fully leaning into your irritation now. “What are you gonna do about it, oh my god,you're such a princess -”

“Oh, I’ll show you what I’m gonna do -”

The aftermath of that argument had settled into an odd quiet. The kind of quiet where you both pretended like nothing was wrong - the situation barely resolved, because you both minus clothes could only resolve so much. 

Hyunjin was trying (really trying) to act like he was fine with your plan. He was aggressively cleaning up the living room, now trying to crack jokes and laugh. But the slight droop in his shoulders? The barely-there pout on his stupidly kissable lips? The way he sighed softly every now and then?

Yeah. He wasn’t fine. Definitely not. 

You watched him from the kitchen, your arms crossed and biting your bottom lip anxiously, trying to steel yourself. Hyunjin wasn’t going to say it, but you could see through him. He wanted to go to his hometown. This was important to him. And now he was swallowing his emotions because he thought you were still mad.

With a sigh, you grabbed your phone and opened your travel app. Your parents would understand. You could still go next month. You told yourself that it was ok, even though you were looking forward to taking him home with you. And then, clicked cancel, and waited for the confirmation email.

“Jinnie,” you called, walking into the living room. He was sprawled on the couch, scrolling through his phone like he wasn’t secretly sulking. He looked up with wide eyes, a little too eager to pretend like everything was fine.

“Yeah?”

You took a breath and walked over to sit beside him as you said, “We’re going to yours.”

For a moment, he just stared at you like you’d told him something stupid. Then he shook his head quickly.

“No, no, no, we don’t have to do that. I’m totally happy going to yours. Really.” he said. 

You gave him a look.

“Hyunjin. Don’t lie to me. You’ve been pouting all afternoon.”

“I haven’t been pouting!” he said, pouting even harder now.

“Baby,” you said again, softer this time, placing a hand on his thigh. “I know this is important to you. I want to go too, okay? And when it's my turn, I want you to come wholeheartedly. I’m not mad at you, and I’m not holding a grudge. I promise.”

His lips wobbled at that, and he shook his head again, his eyes already starting to glisten.

“No, I'm seriously fine. I want to go to yours. You planned it. It’s -”

“I already canceled the tickets.”

That shut him up. His eyes widened, and his lips parted as he sat still for a second.

“You…you canceled them?”

“Yep.” You smiled, cupping his cheek with your hand. “So, we’re going to yours.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. His lips trembled, blinking rapidly like he was trying to hold it together, and then he let out a shaky little sigh.

“Why are you so nice to me?” he whispered. 

“Because I love you, idiot,” you teased gently, even as your own heart hurt.

You could swear his lip wobbled harder than before.

“I’m gonna cry,” he said, his voice breaking.

You couldn’t help but laugh, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth and said, “You’re already crying, silly boy.”

He sniffled, wiping his eyes with his sleeve, but then he muttered, “I… might’ve also canceled the tickets to my hometown.”

You froze.

“You what?”

He looked sheepish, giving you that shy, half-apologetic smile he always brought out when he knew he’d screwed up.

“I canceled them. Like, right after we -”

“Hyunjin, why?!”

“Because I wanted to go to yours!” he wailed, throwing his hands up. “You seemed so sad, and you are always keeping it all in not to hurt me, and -”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to figure out if you wanted to laugh or scream.

“So…we both canceled our tickets. And now we’re… nowhere.”

“Yep. Pretty much.”

Divider: @strangergraphics

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[alittlesongbirdchirps]

Stupid AU but absolute Batman and normal Batman swap places.

[So now you got Absolute Batman who is born in 2004, which makes him what, around the same age as Tim but younger then Dick and Jason.]

And while Tim is trying to figure out everything that makes their worlds different, he asks about the batcave.

Which confuses Bruce because his base is on top of an abandoned construction site.

So out of curiosity; Dick asks about the Batmobile. What's Batman without his batmobile.

Only to find out it’s a giant ass mining truck.

Now everyone’s confused, like why would Bruce pick equipment and places like that.

However, unlike them Jason has an Epiphany.

Something none of them would ever even consider for an alternative version of Batman/Bruce.

“You’re not rich?”

Jason asks in doubt laced in his voice.

And Bruce raised an eyebrow

“Am I supposed to be?”

The cave erupts in confusion, well I mean Steph just high fives this Bruce; stating something about being 'broke ass homies.'

Later on Alfred comes down with refreshments and food; and somehow that puts Bruce on edge. Damien watches his alternate father’s reaction, Immediately picking up on the unease.

“So, do you not have a Pennyworth?”

Damien asked.

Bruce doesn’t answer, nor does he drink or eat anything Alfred gives him, which disappoints the butler greatly.

“Of course he doesn’t, he’s not rich, you snobby little brat.”

Steph states, causing Damien to glare at her; and before a fight can break out between the pair; Jason asks another question.

“Sooo, was your inheritance stolen or somethin?"

Bruce's eyebrows furrow in confusion, as if he was asked the oddest question in the world.

“My dad was a school teacher, and my mum is a social worker?”

Tim’s eyes widen not at the jobs the Wayne's seemed to have in that world but at something else.

“You said your dad was; but your mum… is she still alive?”

He simply nods.

Oooo, I also imagine, the Justice League are working with the bats to swap the two Batman’s back, so finding out how or why they were swapped is crucial.

Eventually they do; a villain thought swapping their worlds Batman, with a younger inexperienced Batman, would make it easier to take over Gotham.

Oh, how wrong he was.

Absolute Batman arrives on the scene, pushing past Justice League members to get to this villain, and mind you his ass is not even supposed to be out, let alone seen.

Of course, when Batman asks him to reverse what he's done, the villain refuses like a snotty nose brat.

So, Batman takes a big ass stick from who knows where, for a brief moment Tim's excited, thinking this Batman was trained with a Bō-staff.

He quickly realised how wrong he was, when Batman shoves the stick onto the symbol on his chest, creating a big ass axe.

When he asks again telling the villain what he will do if he doesn't, the villain still refuses, without any hesitation, and before anyone could stop him, he cuts the guys arm off and begins to threaten to chop off the other one if he doesn't cooperate.

This impresses Jason and Wonder Woman but not really anyone else. And its not like any of the regular Justice League members could hold him back, he's taller and wider then superman.

Side note: Maybe regular Batman, is having a field day, not only is his mother alive, but younger then he ever remembered her to be. Oh, and Alfred is trying to kill him. And his counter part is broke but that's not the worse.

The fucking joker is rich and held in high regards.

(Fuck off Grammar Police.)

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Rereading The Lightning Thief as an adult was such an odd and gratifying experience. I just finished the book in one day yesterday, and here are the things I made note of to myself:

-Wayyy less of the book than I remember is the quest. So much time is spent building up Percy's character, and his life and backstory.

-Percy is such a little asshole, it's hilarious. He is SO RUDE to everyone, it's my favorite. I want to live with how much more of a dick he is than I remembered. I remember golden boy teen Percy who's good at everything and is effortlessly cool in the perceptions of others in the later books best. Like, we obviously know him better, but I kinda forgot about his snotty little asshole sixth grader origins.

-As someone that works in the school system, he's so accurate to me it hurts. It's so relatable, his one teacher believing in him, him getting frustrated when the material doesn't come to him like it does the other kids. I don't have ADHD and I could just feel all those feelings. It's great.

-Every time Percy thinks about the "betrayal of a friend" line in his prophecy, I swear Luke is mentioned in the next line, or pops up in the next scene. I just appreciate Rick not going out of his way to seem smarter than his audience. He wants his readers, middle schoolers, to have the tools to solve the mystery.

-I can't remember if I knew his dad was Poseidon before the reveal. As an adult, it seems like almost a slap in the face it's so obvious, but I am pissed I can't remember if I was excited and surprised by the reveal.

-Annabeth is also a bitchy child, she's literally so bitchy. We don't focus on it enough.

-I definitely remember when it hit me as a child that Gabe was abusive. It was way after I read this book. I kind of like how casually the domestic violence is sprinkled in. Not only is it a children's book where that is not the focus, but Percy acts like how most kids would, I think. It's pretty fine and normal that Gabe hits him, he only goes ballistic when he finds out he hits Sally. Obsessed with how Rick, by even only barely telling us Gabe is abusive, is still like "-And we should kill him for it."

-Annabeth's crush on Luke was so obvious, she should be embarrassed.

-Totally forgot we have Gabe to thank for Percy for sure being an FBI fugitive and definitely on the no fly list irl as well as from Zeus. He's such a massive asshole.

[sugawhaaa]

🍫•SEONGHWA ONE-SHOT•🍫

♡✧˖°🍒Hot chocolate🍒♡✧˖°

Warnings//genre:: SMUT, DRUGGING/APHRODISIACS, mutual masturbation, oral (f rec) face fucking, creampie, sweat fetish, marking,

Pairing:: dom!seonghwa x sub!fem!reader

A/N:: I really don't know what to say...I hope yall like this tho, I worked hard on it 🙏

Ateez masterlist::🍫

As you stirred the forbidden sweets into the hot chocolate you were making for you and your boyfriend you think back on what he had said a few weeks ago. "Wouldn't it be fun to try some aphrodisiacs?" He brought it up at the most random time. On another occasion, he mentioned putting it in cake or cookies as a surprise but never actually did it but today, you made the move. "Is it almost done?" Seonghwa asks warmly from the livingroom and you smile with a nod before carrying the cups out to the living room couch where you'd be watching your movie.

You and Seonghwa just came back from taking a walk out in the snowfall at night and though it was magical and aesthetic it was so cold. The two of you decided to snuggle up with some hot cocoa and watch a movie but you thought it'd be fun to sneak some aphrodisiacs into your drinks. He wouldn't mind...right?

You give him his cup and he's completely unsuspecting. You get about twenty minutes into the movie and he hasn't taken a single sip of it, because it was too hot, but you get worried that he might've caught you. You continue as if everything is normal, cuddling up beside him and taking occasional sips. You knew what was in it but you wanted to see. natural. You then saw him beginning to drink it and suddenly, his drink is gone.

We're honestly excited at the fact that a, he didn't catch you, and b, he was gonna be unbearably horny in about 15 minutes and you couldn't wait to see how he'd react. It began with him shifting a lot beside you and then clearing his throat more than usual. You take a quick glance up at him and you can tell he is flushed, but you don't assist him. Instead, you wait for him to confess his dilemma.

"Is it hot in here or is it just me?" He says as he breathes heavily, you swear you could see the puff of warmth from his breath like a sex scene in those BL Mangas.

"It's a little warm," you nod. "Could be all the hot chocolate you chugged," you tease and poke his chest and you can see the struggle in his eyes. Seonghwa fights to seem calm and normal but on the inside, he is panicking. He can feel the sweat building along his body, his heart thumping in his ears to the same rhythm as his cock just aching to beat inside of you. His breath always seems out of reach as he inhales sharply.

"Baby, I feel like something is wrong," he slicks his hair back as he feels a glob of precum trail down his cock and soak his pajamas. You set down your cup and turn to him.

"What's up, baby?" You look up at him trying to hide your smile as he pants but he only grumbles in response, not sure how to tell you how he's feeling.

"It's like...I'm so horny it hurts but I don't know why? It just started for no reason," Seonghwa explains as you examine his fucked up features, pink cheeks, glossy eyes, and that dark haze hiding beneath his pupils that are blown out. You officially can't hide your smile anymore and turn into a little smirk to play it off in this situation. "Why are you smiling?" His voice is weary as if he is putting the piecing of the puzzle together in his head as he talks.

"I'm not!" You protest but Seonghwa is already on your trail. "Just since you're feeling this way we could indulge in some...activities," You smirk and Seonghwa's breath hitches at your words.

"Not until you tell me why this is happening," Seonghwa grins and you let out a sigh.

"Fine. I melted some aphrodisiacs into our hot chocolate," You confess and Seonghwa's jaw drops. He finally pauses the TV as he takes a deep breath.

"I should be pissed at you," He begins and you nod in understanding. "But I am way too fucking hard to care," He pulls you closer, resting you on his lap. As he pulls you up you feel his raging boner against your clothed pussy. You take a glance down out of curiosity and his sweatpants are strained into a tent with a dark, wet patch at the tip. Seonghwa smirks as he follows your eyes, making eye contact when you look back at him. "I'm not in the mood to be patient and it's your fault so you're gonna take it," Seonghwa practically rips his clothes off before kneading and clawing at yours. He starts with your shirt before moving lower, yanking off your pants and panties to reveal your soaked and throbbing cunt. He picks you up by your thighs and plops you back down on the couch. He snaps your legs open and, without warning, he wraps his swollen and wet lips along your pussy lips.

"Fuck, Seonghwa!" You jump as your legs jolt up and already you can feel the aphrodisiacs working. Every time his tongue grazes over any sort of sensitive area you feel like you could scream in pleasure, but instead, you just grab and yank his hair.

Seonghwa sucks one of your little folds into his mouth before rolling it back and forth along his tongue. You let out a loud cry as your back arches and it only stirs him on more; the way he was eating you out was like he hadn't eaten in months, like he was deprived of a feast for years and he finally got his chance to be feral. The room fills you with the sound of him slurping, sucking, spitting, and moaning along with your squeals and sobs. "I-I'm close," You sob out and Seonghwa drags his tongue along your slit, poking his tongue into your entrance. His hands come around to grope your thighs leaving red marks. You felt as though it was too early to cum but due to the aphrodisiac, you didn't care.

You then let the band snap in your stomach and you cum into Seonghwa's mouth, your hands matted in his hair as you do so. Seonghwa drinks up your arousal instantly and as soon as he's satisfied he's standing up again. He sits down beside you as you pant. He leans over to look up at you, those big boba eyes silently pleading for something.

"Baby, can we masturbate together?" he asks straight up and your eyes widen. His hand was already lingering around his twitching cock that was constantly leaking precum.

"S-Sure," you smile with a soft nod. You felt flustered by his direct question but you drew yourself back into the moment. Seonghwa softly palms his tip as he moans directly into your ear, his moans are soft and rather quiet but there is a hidden desperation in them. You hesitantly bring your fingers down between your legs, running a finger up your slit to collect up some of the arousal and cum there. You dip a finger inside yourself with ease and gasp softly, the feeling of your finger being squeezed and the intrusion in your pussy. Seonghwa is directly watching as he strokes his cock slowly, his arousal sticking to his hand loudly.

"Just like that darling," he kisses your jaw between moans. "You're so fucking hot," he bites his lip and you feel like you're masturbating with a stranger; it's been a long time since you've seen Seonghwa so lustful and dirty. There's this raw hunger in his voice that makes your spine tingle. He watches the way your fingers are drawn back out from your tight heat and he can't stop staring. "I could cum right fucking now baby," he growls as he fists himself harder, the side of his hand slapping against the base of his shaft.

Seonghwa's raw desire begins to rub off on you as he presses his sweaty body against yours. Without warning he jumps over the edge, cumming onto your stomach. You gasp softly as you watch his load spurt out onto your body. Your face flushes and your fingers slow, watching his massive load spill over. "Want my cock in your mouth babygirl," he brings his leg up to rest on the arm of the couch as he grabs your head. You gasp in surprise but your mouth is quickly filled with his cock. Seonghwa was acting so abruptly and demanding, not even giving you seconds to process what he was saying or doing.

He gently rolls his hips back and forth, forcing his cock to glide in and out of your mouth. "You're doing so good," he throws his head back as he holds your head, his hands tangled in your hair. "I know I'm being...forceful but I can't fucking help it," he whines lowly as sweat drips down his neck, bobbing along with his Adam's apple. He lets out a choked whimper. "As soon as I cum I feel like I'm gonna cum again...I feel like I fucking animal in heat," his fist tightens in your hair as his hips move harder, gagging you. Tears build in his eyes as he teeters over the edge. "Just a little longer..." he drops his head forward as he groans, sweat dripping off from the tip of his nose onto your chest.

He then unloads in your mouth, cramming his cock in your jaw. "Good girl," he growls loudly. He pulls his cock out quickly and watches as his cum pours from your mouth, his cock hardening again almost instantly. You cough softly before speaking.

"I'm sorry hwa, I didn't know it was that strong," you apologize sincerely, and he quickly pins you to the couch again.

"Don't apologize...I love it," he smirks softly and you watch as the sweat drips down his face. He lines his cock up with your entrance, rubbing his tip against it. "Let me fuck you, please," his head falls to your chest, his forehead leaving a print of sweat. "Just wanna fuck you, fill you up, make you mine," he whines before kissing your chest. "Make you scream," he trails his hands down your sides. "I know I've been rushing all night but..." he lets out a choked groan. "I need you," He sighs as he picks up his head to gauge your reaction.

"It is my fault you feel this way so..." You look down shyly before meeting his gaze. "Use me baby, use me until you're satisfied," You caress the side of his face, your hand collecting up some of the sweat. Seonghwa grins before pushing his hips forward, moaning as you envelop his cock with your tight heat.

"I'll try to go slow," He says between gentle groans.

"Don't worry about it. Use me until the buzz is gone," You smile softly and tangle your fingers into his damp hair. The long dark strands sticking to your hand. His hips move slow at first, taking his time to allow the pleasure between the two of you to build up, but eventually Seonghwa falls to his own lust once again. Seonghwa pants heavily as he pounds into you, his desire now building and slowly taking over.

"Can I cum inside baby?" He asks just to be sure.

"Of course," You nod with shaky breath, his cock never loses it's pace. His hips snap harder against yours as his breathing quickens as he grips onto your hips.

"Wanna fill you up and make you cum at the same time," He groans before leaning down, wrapping his arms around your body as his body weight begins to rest lightly against yours. "Are you getting close baby?" He asks as he feels your walls grip his cock. You nod in response and he smirks before biting your neck, sucking on the sweet and soft skin. His hands ghost over your body with a slight tremble of raw desire and hunger. "Cum for me," he growls into your ear. "Wanna see you feelin' good," he says before groaning, his cock twitching inside you.

You dig your nails into his back as the pleasure builds on layers, stacking one after another until your tumbling over.

"S-Seonghwa," you gasp softly as he smirks softly as he feels your warm wetness coating him.

"Good girl, Shh," he pets your hair before reaching his peak as well, his hot seed spurting out inside you. "Fuck," he gasps as his body goes limp against yours. "You did so good, I love you so much," he moans as he rests his sweaty head on your chest. He shakily wraps his arms around you and holds you close as he pants heavily. "I think I've worn it all out," he sighs. "I'm exhausted," Seonghwa chuckles softly and you smile before slicking back his hair

[crunchystarz]

Twisted wonderland Self-aware au

Housewardens x GN!Reader

Cw- obsessive and possessive behavior, isolation all that good yandere stuff (remember none of this behavior is healthy nor do I condone it this is purely for entertainment )

A/n: I wrote this while dying of the flu I am not built for the cold weather release me from my chains

You downloaded the game for fun. As any normal person usually does. What you weren't prepared for was when your game started acting weird.

It started small, your characters dialogue wouldn't line up with the videos you've seen. No big deal perhaps they just got changed during an update.

It got a bit weirder whenever you'd start seeing new sprites you haven't seen anywhere else. You tried to shrug it off as you just managed to get a newer version of the game(somehow).

You swore the characters started to address you more directly but you again tried to ignore it. You just thought your brain was playing tricks on you.

It was only until you realized you left your phone at your apartment. You quickly rushed home to retrieve it just to find a very real house warden in your home.

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

REALIZATION:

When Riddle first suddenly became aware of the fact his existence was nothing but code he was unbelievably out of it. All the conversations he had, his harsh upbringing, everything was just part of his character. Were the feelings of anger, confusion and acceptance even real? He went on a bit of a rampage being harsher than usual but he didn't wish to shatter the reality for everyone else (he'd also sound more like a mad hatter If he tried to explain the fact they were just in a game) So no one knew why for the next month Riddle was more on edge than usual.

He came to accept the fact his life was nothing but a path set for him. He instead started to focus on you(or should I say yuu)

He soon realized that the ramshackle perfect was nothing but a hollow shell. No notable personality or backstory. But he soon managed to be aware of your experience. Glitches allowed him to hear snippets of your voice and how you truly felt. He was your favorite and he wanted it to stay that way.

He'd make sure he was always on your home screen. He'd even get risky and start talking to you directly. He'd listen to you ramble as you played the game. His face would flush red not out of anger but embarrassment when you'd change his outfits or get excited when you realized he'd gotten a new card.

He wished there wasn't a screen keeping you away from each other...

BREAKING CODE:

(I like to think this would be similar to an overblot In a way and enough emotion could cause them to lose themselves and eventually overwrite their code)

Riddle was over the moon. He was really in your room. Sevens he never thought a day would come where he'd be standing in your space. It was so you...

It felt weird, in a space that wasn't just there for scenes. It was actually lived in.

When he sees you he feels as if he succeeded in his life's purpose. You're confused and he can see that. He tries to explain to you how he didn't even know how he had gotten where he was.

You let him stay in your apartment because you couldn't really let him out in a world he knows nothing about. You're too kind he says.

DAY TO DAY LIFE:

Riddle takes care of most of the household chores. While you're gone, he keeps himself busy by tidying up, reading, or researching ways to improve the home environment. As well as constantly making rules for you to follow. He's so used to rules being set in place, it's what he was programmed to do so In the beginning you let it slide.

However he becomes controlling, trying to regulate every aspect of your life to “protect” you. He insists on setting the rules for "safety" and gets visibly distressed if you don't follow them.

Constantly checks if the you're eating properly or following a “schedule” he created for you both. If you don't he'll sometimes scold you harshly like he would in game. He'll apologize later in fear of upsetting you, he just wants you to be safe.

Becomes passive-aggressive if you end up spending too much time with others, interpreting it as rebellion. All he's trying to do is set you on the right path , can't you see that?

-"It’s for your own good [Name],Without guidance, this world will overwhelm you. Let me take care of you."

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

REALIZATION:

When Leona realizes he's in a video game he's surprisingly the calmest. He's upset and disorientated but he doesn't cause a big scene or let it be known he's losing his mind. He's used to concealing how he feels from others; it's in his codeHe's more laid back after this fact. No matter what he did he'd never be able to change his fate, because it was already set for him he had no control over it. So why did it matter what he did?

When you caught his attention the beast man was obsessed with proving himself to you. To him you were the only person who saw him for him. Who understood him. He was your favorite.

He'd never been anyone's number one anything before and the fact you choose him he wasn't going to let anything take that away from him.

The screen was just another obstacle he'll overcome to get what he wants.

BREAKING CODE:

Leona was really in your room...your room. He felt overcome with joy. Genuine joy, something he'd...never felt. Everything he felt up until then was just what the developers wanted him to feel.

Needs to say you were more than confused when you saw a lion hybrid snuggled up in your bed when you came home.

After getting an explanation you offered to let him stay in your apartment; if you didn't you were more than sure he'd be taken for government testing or something. Too bad you now needed a new phone.

DAY TO DAY LIFE :

Leona is still a lion at heart, he frequently loiters around you, draping himself over your furniture or bed like a lion staking a claim.He’s territorial and quick to anger if someone else tries to get too close to you. Despite his gruffness, he seeks constant reassurance that the you won’t leave him.

He's possessive and hates whenever you leave and doesn’t hide his irritation. He often tries to convince you to skip work/school, suggesting you should spend the day relaxing with him instead. (Sometimes he'll go out with you and will send looks to anyone who looks at you too long)

you're just happy everyone thinks that his animal features are crazy prosthetic since he refuses to hide them

When you come home, Leona monopolizes your time, insisting on napping together and getting all your attention.

He'd dislike the smell of other people on you when you come home and will drag you to bed for cuddles. None of these humans deserve your attention, he worked so hard for it not them .The thought angers him.

- "You're mine, I can protect you—provide for you —love you, you don't need anyone else but me those humans can't do what I can"

AZUL ASHHENGROTTO

REALIZATION:

Azul understandably does not take the life altering realization that he's not actually real well. His usually kept together appearance started to slip. He was all over the place. How could he not? This left Floyd and Jade completely confused why their boss was so out of it. It wasn't like him. He couldn't tell anyone else about this, not that they'd believe him anyway.

His interest in you starts as a mix of fascination and suspicion. He’s drawn to your influence but wary of your intentions. It became an obsession .

He saw you as the only real thing in his "life", Azul was your favorite out of all the characters, you picked him. He'd always make sure he looked right on your home screen (it wouldn't matter anyway since his sprite would always look the same)

You became the only thing he could think about, he'd have you no matter how much it took

BREAKING CODE:

Azul at first didn't think him being in your room was real. He thought it was a dream. When it finally set in that it wasn't just him losing his mind he was more than just happy.

He was in his darlings room. Everything felt so perfect. But not as perfect when he saw you for the first time. You were more than confused to see him(now in your living room) looking around.

After explaining the situation you let him stay with you in your apartment. You had no other choice where else would he go? It wouldn't be so bad to have extra help around anyway.

DAY TO DAY LIFE:

Much like Riddle , Azul takes care of most of the daily tasks. He offers to assist you with your tasks, whether it’s by organizing your work schedule or helping with assignments. However, he might feel a little hurt if you seem too busy for him. Pay attention to him please!

Don't forget that this is a sly sly man. Azul becomes emotionally manipulative, weaving situations that ensure you stays reliant on him. He uses your gratitude and trust to justify his control, often veiling his obsession with charm and just him being a "gentleman".

He'll shower you in gifts and constantly praise you on everything. He'll try and offer you deals just to make sure you have ties with him.

He'll text you at work with encouraging needy messages. He's always in your corner so just rely on him okay? You don't need anyone else.

- "You’d be lost without me. Everything I do is for you. Just let me take care of all your work."

Kalim Al-Asim

REALIZATION:

Kalim was in denial for the longest time about the realization that he was in a program. He couldn't wrap his head around it. He didn't want to bother Jamil more than he already did especially not with something this big. It was hard to not say anything while his mind was going crazy with thoughts as he tried to pretend nothing was wrong.

When he realized yuu wasn't just another side character and in fact the player he became obsessed with knowing more. He'd get so excited whenever the game would glitch and he could hear your voice and you talking as you played around on the home screen.

It made him so happy; Kalim was your favorite character. Others would wonder why he'd be more bubbly than usual whenever he'd hear you compliment him on his newest card. He wanted all your attention onto him.

He'd make your every wish come true. This screen wouldn't stop that.

BREAKING CODE :

Oh wow he was really in your room. It was way smaller than he expected but that didn't matter. It was your room so it made it much better. He doesn't know what he did to deserve this. He was basically bouncing off the walls; touching everything.

When you walked into your room you didn't have time to react before Kalim was pulling you a crushing hug causing you to yelp. He apologized a bit flustered.

After explaining (he could barely keep himself together) you allowed him to stay. He was so sweet how could you let him out into the world?

DAY TO DAY LIFE:

Kalim insists on accompanying you everywhere. Wherever you go Kalim is clinging to you. Your neighbors have all taken a liking to him so him being with you isn't so bad.

He isn't good with chores but he tries his best to clean and tidy when you're gone. He tries to cook but has burnt it multiple times so you tell him not to. He buys you gifts you don't even need all the time. He just wants to spoil you.

Kalim’s obsession is rooted in his desire to make you happy at all costs. However, his constant need to please you and keep you close becomes overwhelming, and suffocating. If you tell him this he'll make you feel bad, that he just loves you so much and wants to take care of you; you often cave.

When you return from work or school, Kalim greets you with hugs and insists on spending the rest of the evening together, often talking about what he did while you were gone.

-" [Name]! I missed you sooo much, you should let me go with you to work, you don't even need work I could make all of your wishes come true"

VIL SCHONHEIT

REALIZATION:

Vil did not take it well... He was absolutely losing his mind. His beauty was nothing but pixels. Was everything he worked for was fake? Everything he knew was just controlled by someone else. It was so frustrating. He ended up locking himself away until he could accept the truth.

When he realized yuu was the player he was...angry. However that anger subsided after he started to know you for you. Vil was...your favorite. It boosted his ego more than anything.

He wanted to be in the spotlight at all times. He craved your attention. It was like he became addicted to your praise. He'd smile whenever you'd call him pretty whenever you looked at a card of his.

He wanted to be perfect for you. He'd show you how perfect he could be, you'd see. He just needed to get rid of the screen.

BREAKING CODE:

Vil stood in the middle of your room. Everything was too perfect to touch. He took it all in. everything felt just...right.

He didn't even calculate how he got in your room but he didn't care. He was in your world and sevens he'd never felt better.

When you walked into him looking at himself in your mirror (taking in how he was an actual real person) . You were so confused why this gorgeous man was in your room.

After explaining the situation you agreed to let him stay with you; if you didn't you swear he'd get kidnapped or something to become a big model. It wouldn't be bad to have a pretty face to look at when you got home.

DAY TO DAY LIFE:

Vil insists on controlling your wardrobe and grooming, often brushing aside whatever protests you have. He discourages you from associating with “lesser” individuals, claiming they tarnish the your image.

He knows what's best for you come on, those other people will only be dragging you down from your true potential. But of course you wouldn't know that he couldn't blame you.

Vil’s obsession honestly manifests in his relentless efforts to “perfect” for you. He'll critique your choices and actions, believing he alone knows what’s best for you. His fixation often leaves you feeling scrutinized and trapped.

He believes you just need him. He'll do everything just as long as he gets praise from you. Tell him he's being a great help won't you?

"You deserve only the best, and I won’t let anyone drag you down—!"

IDIA SHROUD:

REALIZATION:

This is not as exciting as they make it in manga. Idia was having a crisis. Realizing that he was in a video game made him want to hide away even more than he normally would. It didn't matter how hard Ortho tried he just wouldn't budge. He stayed cooped up in his room trying so hard to distract himself from the fact that he was nothing but code just like the ones he's learned to manipulate. Idia is not going to recover from this.

Idia was already wary around yuu but when he realized you were yuu he wanted to know more. He was still too scared to leave his dorm so you didn't see him much other than the homescreen.

He was so taken back when he realized that, he — Idia shroud was your favorite. He'd never been anyone's favorite before. He was just a loser that stayed cooped up in his room all day and you still liked him?

He grew obsessed with that feeling of being seen, he wanted to just use whatever knowledge he had to break past the screen.

BREAKING CODE:

When Idia realized he was actually in your room he damn near fainted. No scratch that he did. He was so overwhelmed. He didn't deserve to be in your room. Oh man how did he even get here? Nevermind that.

He was so incredibly.. happy. He was in the room of the one person who he felt knew him more than anyone. It made him feel bubbly and his hair flashed pink a bit.

He looked for something to do fearing he'd have a panic attack if he thought about this too long. So you ended up finding him tinkering with your computer when you came home. He basically died when he saw you.

After explaining to you what happened, you, now trying to get him to calm down agreed to let him stay. Not that he'd leave anyway he practically already made your bed his sanctuary.

DAY TO DAY LIFE:

Your room basically became his. He keeps it clean but doesn't really do a lot of the house work other than that.

Idia spends the day gaming, tinkering with gadgets, or monitoring your online activity (just to make sure you're okay, of course!). He reacts the worst to you being away and just does not like it one bit.

Idia struggles with separation anxiety (like a once stray cat)and might try to convince you to work or study from home. If you insist on going out he bombards you with messages . He'll subtly manipulate situations to keep you away from others, convincing you the world is too dangerous.

When you come home, Idia is overly clingy, insisting you spend the rest of the night together and refusing to let you focus on work. He just wants his cuddles and your attention you were out with those normies all day!

-" Can’t you just stay here and binge-watch something with me? It’s way safer—and more fun."

MALLEUS DRACONIA:

When the fae realizes he's nothing but binary code strug together he's more than perplexed. Malleus has dealt with a lot of things in his time but nothing could prepare him for the crushing reality. He's completely disoriented and Sebek nor Silver can figure out why because he won't tell them. He started lacking on work and just overall seemed more spaced out.

He was very quick to put two and two together. Yuu was the player. It was obvious; human without powers manages to get into NRC and some how is involved with almost everything. It wasn't quite hard to figure out.

Malleus idealizes you seeing you as a perfect being. In his eyes, you are kind, compassionate, and the only one who truly understands him. He was your favorite, this confirms you too think you too are meant for each other.

He'd do anything just for you to join him when he takes up the crown, it's just the screen that's not making it possible.

BREAKING CODE:

Once in your room Malleus doesn't look like he cares at all actually but inside he was losing his mind in the most positive way ever.

Nothing was how he imagined. This is how you like your space? Noted. He tidied up your place a bit and sat in the middle of the room as to not mess anything.

When you walked into him just sitting there you were so confused but he just gave you a smile showing off his fangs.

After explaining the situation you let him stay in your apartment; too scared what he'd manage to get into if you didn't.

DAY TO DAY LIFE:

Malleus makes sure everything is perfect for you at all times. Everything is organized and you never have to worry about anything being out of place.

Like Leona Malleus has animalistic tendencies, him being a fae dragon causes him to be well.. possessive, not wanting anyone else to monopolize your attention. He might grow jealous of your coworkers, friends, or even family, viewing them as a threat to your bond.

He. Is.clingy. worse than Kalim and Idia. He insists on escorting you everywhere, even if it’s unnecessary. People recognized him as "[Name's] horned bodyguard!" Gods you hated it. He tries to insert himself into every aspect of your life, wanting to be by your side constantly.

It took him so long to just be okay with letting you leave on your own. Once you're home he's bombarding you with questions about your day.(Secretly snuggling up to you so you can have his scent again)

-" I could just use magic you know, there's no need—I'm simply a better option for this stuff you can rely on me"

MASTERLIST

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what made the bllk boys realise they are in love with you

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Nagi Seishiro

Nagi realised the moment you made life feel less boring.

Nagi isn’t someone who gets excited easily, but one day, while watching you try (and fail) to teach him how to cook, he found himself laughing—a genuine, warm laugh. He realized how much he enjoyed your company, even in mundane moments.

He stared at you for a long moment lost in thought, “Life’s less of a hassle when you’re around.”

Reo Mikage

Reo realised when you didn’t treat him differently because of his wealth.

He was used to people seeing him as the rich guy, but you treated him like a normal person. When you scolded him for overworking himself during training and made him take a break, he realized how much he valued your care and sincerity.

His heart swelled, and he thought, “they sees me for who I really am. I can’t lose them.”

Bachira Meguru

Bachira realised when you matched his energy and made him feel seen.

Bachira loves playful, chaotic energy, and the day you joined him in a spontaneous adventure (like splashing through puddles in the rain or painting together), he realized no one else made him feel so free and understood.

His grin widened as he felt, “She’s just like me. She’s perfect.”

Rin Itoshi

Rin realised when you weren’t afraid to challenge him.

Rin respects strength and determination, so when you stood your ground during an argument and didn’t back down, it left him stunned. Later, he caught himself replaying the scene in his head and thought about how much he admired your confidence.

He muttered to himself, “They’re different. They get me.”

Sae Itoshi

Sae realised when you didn’t put him on a pedestal.

Sae is used to people treating him like a superstar, but you treated him like a normal guy. When you teased him for a small mistake during practice and laughed with him instead of at him, he felt something stir in his chest.

He smirks at you, but deep inside, he thought, “I want them to always see me this way.”

Alexis Ness

Alexis realised when you supported his quirks instead of judging them.

Ness is used to being the quirky one, but when you encouraged his eccentricities—like joining him in a dramatic pose or complimenting his unique style—he realized how much he appreciated your acceptance.

His eyes sparkled as he thought, “They’re the only one who truly gets me.”

Michael Kaiser

Kaiser realised when you weren’t intimidated by him.

Kaiser is used to being the center of attention and intimidating others, but when you called him out on his arrogance and matched his wit with your own, he was taken aback. Later, he found himself smiling at the memory.

He thought, “They’re not like anyone else. They’re the one.”

[withbroombefore]

I saw a poll earlier about participation in regular in-person activities, with numbers that make me wonder if a lot of people don't know what the options are or how to find them. Here are some that I have always found welcoming to new people; for me, these are ways to leave my apartment and get some human interaction without having to make much conversation (there is a reasonable amount of that if you want it, but since it's understood that you are there to do an activity, the thing you are doing is the point rather than pure socializing). A search for "[activity] [location]" should tell you what's available in your area.

Contra dancing: This goes at the top and gets explanation because it's my favorite. I grew up doing this and love it very very much; I always look for local dances when I move somewhere new. Most dances are very beginner-friendly (though there are some exceptions), and zero dance experience is required to participate. Many will include a lesson for beginners in the half-hour before the main event starts, and there are always instructions throughout the evening. You truly do not need to know anything going in. The convention is to switch partners throughout the night, and it's completely okay to attend alone and ask people you don't know to dance. Try Contra Dancing has a search tool by zip code. Typically $8-15.

Community theatre tech: Acting is an option if that's your thing, but in my experience, tech is easier if you're looking for an activity because there's not usually competition--you often can just volunteer without needing to worry about auditions or casting. Roles like run crew (where you move set between scenes and such) don't require any prior knowledge, and plenty of the other tasks can be learned with a little training. If you turn up reliably, the word will spread--good techies are invaluable. Free to participate.

Community band or chorus: Prior experience in playing an instrument is necessary for the band; for singing, it depends on the type of chorus. Some are auditioned, others are just thrilled by any participation. May require dues.

Shapenote singing: A more niche one and another of my personal favorites (I ignore the religious lyrics and treat them as poetry). This can take some time to pick up, but many places have a small monthly sing that is very welcoming to new people. fasola.org has lots of information about the tradition and where to sing. Free, optional donations accepted.

Library events: Find your local public library's website and look for a calendar or events page to see if anything appeals. Typically free.

Crafting groups: Yarn stores and other craft supply places often have regular open gatherings (typically free) and/or classes (may cost money for teaching and supplies).

Games: If you have a local game store, check their website for events. Or search "[location] [chess club]" or whatever is your thing. Usually free.

Dance: Depends on what is available in your area. A studio where I am has a monthly swing dance, with beginner lessons before, for $10.

Sports: I don't really do these but they presumably exist and can be found like the other things.

The important thing is to just go do the thing. It will probably feel awkward the first time--that's normal! These are all spaces where the point is for people to show up and participate. They want you to be there, and they want you to come back! Otherwise they can't keep existing. Several of these (contra dancing, shapenote, a lot of crafting groups) are especially excited about new people and younger participants and will be thrilled to teach you how to do the thing. And the only way to make it feel comfortable is to plow through the first awkwardness and go back until you decide if you actually enjoy it or not. When you find a thing you like, keep going, and after a little while you end up with a community of people to see regularly who share your interests. This is what humans are supposed to do.