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piastrixpole · 2 months ago

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chapter 4

pairing: oscar piastri x carlos sainz

genre: written, love island au

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Oscar had settled in. Well, for the most part anyway. The villa itself was... alright, the kind of flashy you’d expect from a show like this. But no matter how long he stayed, he doubted he’d ever get used to the cameras watching his every move. They were everywhere—mounted in corners, hidden in plants, hovering over them like quiet observers, ready to catch every moment.

Still, the people weren’t so bad. Definitely far better than he’d expected. There was an easy camaraderie with the guys, a balance between the banter and serious talks. And Logan… Logan was a surprise. He genuinely liked her. She was sweet but had that driven side to her, the kind of person he could see himself hanging out with even if they hadn’t been thrust into this villa together. If their paths had crossed at uni, maybe in a different context, he could picture them getting along, grabbing a coffee after class, discussing assignments and pretending not to procrastinate. It was a weird thought to have, but he appreciated it. Grounded him, in a way.

Despite that, he hadn’t given up on the idea that this whole thing could be over soon. That maybe, just maybe, he’d fly under the radar long enough for people to lose interest in him and he could go back home, slip back into his normal life. No scandal, no drama—he wasn’t here to play the villain. The way he saw it, the worst thing would be to make a fool of himself on national television. He didn’t need the entire country talking about him for the wrong reasons.

His hope of just being forgotten was quickly extinguished when a text alert interrupted the villa after lunch the following day with the announcement of a challenge. Oscar’ vaguely aware of the antics these tend to involve because Lando, as much as he will deny it, tuned into the show every night since they moved in together so Oscar caught things out of context. It’d be a miracle if he came out of this unscathed.

They were rounded up into an array of jeeps driven by crew members almost immediately. The jeeps bumped and jolted along a dirt road, taking them to what seemed like the middle of nowhere, away from the villa's pristine beaches and manicured lawns. Oscar squinted into the distance, trying to get a sense of where they were headed, but all he saw was a wide-open field stretching endlessly under the sun.

When they finally came to a stop, the islanders were led out of the jeeps and corralled together by production. "Alright, listen up!" one of the producers shouted over the chatter. "You’re going to run sexy in slow motion into the challenge area—like a Baywatch moment. We want this to look good for the cameras."

Oscar could feel his internal groan building. Of course they’d have them do something ridiculous like this. He could almost hear Lando’s voice in his head laughing at him, the inevitable memes already being drafted online. Still, there was no way out. He shot a glance at the other guys, all of whom seemed equally resigned to the situation. Even Carlos, ever the charmer, looked a bit hesitant as he glanced down at his open white shirt, probably wondering if he could pull this off without looking completely ridiculous.

"Sexy slow motion? Seriously?" Pierre muttered under his breath, earning a few snickers from the group. Oscar couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head.

After multiple takes that left him feeling progressively more uncomfortable, they were ushered into the set that had been built in this random field for the first challenge. Oscar stood with the other boys near the towering slide, staring at the neon-coloured water waiting below. A giant waterslide that ended in a pool of thick, pink goo? Yeah, that was exactly the kind of ridiculous thing he should’ve expected from this show, but still, the sight was something else. He shook his head, half laughing at the absurdity of it all.

“Alright, boys,” Fernando called out from the side, his grin all too knowing. “Time to get wet.”

Oscar exchanged glances with the other guys—Daniel, Pierre, George, Alex, and Carlos—all of them looking either pumped or cautiously sceptical. Carlos, of course, was fully in his element, already smirking as he stripped off his shirt. The guy never missed an opportunity to flaunt, apparently.

“We’re really doing this, huh?” Oscar muttered, rubbing the back of his neck as he stepped forward, grabbing a bottle of water that had been provided for the task.

Daniel chuckled, slapping him on the back. “Mate, if we’re gonna make fools of ourselves, might as well go all in.”

Oscar unscrewed the cap and, with a resigned sigh, poured the water over his chest, feeling the cool liquid trickle down his skin in sharp contrast to the warm sun beating down on them. The other boys followed suit, their bodies glistening as they prepared for the madness ahead. He cast a glance toward the girls, who were gathered around the pool, watching with amused expressions. Logan, in particular, caught his eye, giving him a little wave and an encouraging smile that made his nerves settle just a bit.

“So,” Fernando clasped his hands together in excitement “the way this works - boys you will take it in turns diving down the slide and into the pool to catch one of these pink cards. From there you will climb out of the goo and read the card to the group. You’ll have to work together to guess who it was written about and seal the deal with a kiss. If you’re right, your team will earn a point, and if you’re wrong….” Fernando trailed off with a smirk “well at least you got a kiss.”

Oscar rolled his shoulders back, trying to shake off the nerves. Carlos, who had apparently drifted in his direction while he was zoned out now stood next to him, giving him a competitive smirk, already exuding that effortless charm he seemed to carry in spades. Oscar wasn't sure if the tension in his chest was from the game or just Carlos' presence in general.

One by one, the boys doused themselves in water before diving headfirst down the slide, disappearing into the pink goo at the bottom. It was as ridiculous as it looked, but somehow Oscar found himself laughing despite the absurdity.

Oscar grimaced, his skin already sticky from the water they'd poured over themselves as a part of the sexy, slow-motion intro. This was all so absurd, but he was already committed. And with Carlos standing there looking far too comfortable in his own skin, Oscar felt that usual competitive edge creep in.

He watched as Alex slid down first, disappearing into the goo before emerging with a "DM" in hand. Covered in the sticky substance, Alex unfolded the paper and grinned. “Alright, here we go,” he called out, raising his voice to the group.

“I called out my ex’s name during sex with his best friend.”

There was a collective gasp, then a burst of laughter, eyes darting around the villa to see who could possibly own up to such a scandalous confession.

Oscar glanced at Logan, her hand clapped over her mouth, stifling her giggles. Alex scanned the girls, then walked over to Lily with a cheeky grin. “It’s gotta be you.”

Lily raised an eyebrow, half-amused, half-unimpressed. “I can neither confirm nor deny,” she said with a smirk, and they shared a light kiss to seal the guess.

Hollers echoed from the islanders as the light kiss lasted a little too long to merely call it fulfilling the obligation of the challenge and Alex’s cheeks were dusted pink as he pulled away finally. Ripping off the strip covering the answer, it was revealed that it was actually Charlotte. She didn’t appear half fussed by the disbelief.

Daniel went next, he flew down the waterslide with a whoop diving headfirst into the goo with way more enthusiasm than Oscar would’ve managed. When he emerged, shaking his head and wiping pink slime from his eyes, he grabbed his “DM” and read aloud.

“I’ve made out with two people at the same party in under an hour.”

A few of the girls exchanged sly looks, and Daniel turned his head, zeroing in on Maxine with a knowing grin.

Daniel grinned and sauntered over to Maxine, locking eyes with her. “That sounds like your kind of fun,” he teased, and Maxine rolled her eyes with a smirk as he pulled her in for a quick kiss.

Oscar rolled his eyes, trying not to look too cynical about the whole thing. He could feel the cameras focused on him, waiting for his reactions.

Next, Pierre launched himself into the pool, coming up with another DM. He read it out with a smirk, barely holding back his amusement. If he could somehow make it out of this challenge without being utterly humiliated he'd consider the day to be a win.

The villa was a different kind of quiet that afternoon, the kind where something was brewing just beneath the surface. After the chaos of the morning’s challenge, everyone had settled back into a slower rhythm, lounging around the pool or sprawled on the outdoor daybeds. But the ease was only on the surface. Every few minutes, whispers passed between the girls as their eyes flitted toward Carlos, who was busy making his rounds, pulling different girls aside for chats. The simmering tension was palpable. Everyone knew what was coming.

Carlos, shirtless in all his glory with sunglasses perched on his head, had an effortless way of moving through the villa. He looked like he belonged here, like he thrived on this kind of attention. And maybe he did. First, he pulled Carmen aside, who was quick to engage with him. They sat near the edge of the pool, laughing softly as their feet dangled in the water. Carmen was clearly intrigued, leaning into the conversation with that same confident poise she always had. But Oscar couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more going on behind that cool exterior.

From his spot on the daybed, Oscar watched the scene unfold, jaw clenched in annoyance. He couldn’t care less who Carlos chatted with—really, he couldn’t—but the smugness with which he did it grated on his nerves. Oscar had told himself he wasn’t interested in playing this jealousy game, especially when it came to Logan. But it was hard to ignore the way Carlos occasionally glanced in her direction. Carlos knew what he was doing. There was no denying the tension in the air as each girl waited for her turn, and each guy tried to act like it didn’t bother them.

Just ignore it. Oscar mused to himself whenever he felt his gut wrench awkwardly in what he could only assume was jealousy. In a way, if Carlos did screw him over and choose Logan then he’d probably be out. Something which he had initially aimed to let happen early but now he wasn't quite so sure.

Carlos’s latest target was Logan. He approached her with that trademark smile, the kind that seemed to light up his dark features even more. Oscar felt a flicker of irritation as he watched Carlos lean in close, their heads almost touching as they exchanged words. He could practically see the chemistry sparking between them, and it gnawed at him in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

“Hey, can I steal you for a minute?” Carlos’s voice cut through the poolside chatter, his tone light and inviting. Logan looked up, her smile brightening in response.

“Sure!” she replied, her voice warm and open, as she slid off the edge of the daybed where she’d been lounging. Oscar’s stomach twisted as he watched them walk away together, Carlos’s hand casually brushing against Logan’s back as they moved to a more secluded corner of the villa.

Oscar forced himself to focus on the other guys, who were joking around, trying to ignore the obvious tension. But he couldn’t help casting glances at Carlos and Logan. They settled on a sun-drenched bench beneath a sprawling tree, their laughter mingling with the sounds of the villa. Oscar could see Carlos leaning closer, his expression animated as he gestured with his hands. Logan seemed to hang on his every word, the light in her eyes unmistakable.

“Anyone want a drink?” Daniel called out, snapping Oscar from his reverie.

“Sure,” Oscar replied, his voice lacking enthusiasm. He couldn’t shake the image of Carlos’s charm, how easily he drew people in. It felt like a punch to the gut.

“What’s up with you?” Alex asked, elbowing him playfully. “You look like you just swallowed a lemon.”

“Nothing,” Oscar grumbled, shifting on the daybed. “Just... wondering what Carlos is telling Logan.”

“Are you jealous?” Alex smirked, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course not,” Oscar shot back, perhaps too quickly. “She can talk to whoever she wants.”

“Right.” Alex chuckled, clearly unconvinced. “Just don’t get too comfortable. You might be in the friend zone if you keep this up.”

Oscar rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. He turned back to watch Carlos and Logan, his heart sinking further.

“Do you think she likes him?” Oscar murmured, half to himself, half to Alex.

“Who knows? But he’s definitely trying to make an impression,” Alex replied, glancing over at the pair. “And it looks like it’s working.”

Meanwhile, Carlos was leaning in, his voice low and inviting as he said something that made Logan laugh, a sound that echoed like music. Oscar clenched his jaw, the unease turning into something sharper. He could see the way Carlos was completely focused on her, and it stung.

Carlos’s hand brushed against Logan’s arm, a touch that felt almost possessive. “You know, I think we’d make a great couple,” he said playfully, the flirtation clear in his tone.

Logan chuckled, rolling her eyes, but there was a playful glimmer in her eyes. “You say that to all the girls, don’t you?”

“Only the ones I’m really interested in,” Carlos countered, leaning closer. His eyes sparkled with mischief, and the chemistry was palpable.

As Oscar watched Carlos lean in closer to Logan, a whirlwind of emotions swirled in his chest. Instead of anger or jealousy, he felt a tightening knot of anxiety. He forced himself to look away, taking a deep breath as he turned back to the little bench, where Alex sat with a bemused expression.

“Hey,” Alex said, catching Oscar’s eye. “You okay?"

“Yeah, just peachy,” Oscar replied, forcing a smile as he flopped back onto the bench as well, trying to shake off the tension. “I mean, it’s not like I care what Carlos is doing. It’s whatever.”

Alex chuckled softly, clearly not buying it. “Sure, whatever you say. You seem a bit preoccupied with the whole ‘Carlos and Logan’ show.”

“Can you blame me?” Oscar said, glancing back at the duo. “It’s just... he’s so good at this. It feels like he’s playing a game, and I can’t help but wonder what I’m doing wrong.”

“Dude, it’s not a game. It’s reality TV,” Alex replied, rolling his eyes playfully. “And you’re not doing anything wrong. You just need to remind yourself why you’re here. Just because Carlos is charming doesn’t mean you have to compete with him.”

Oscar raised an eyebrow, considering Alex’s words. “You think so?”

“Absolutely,” Alex said, nodding vigorously. “You’re genuine, and that counts for way more than some flashy moves. Besides, Logan clearly likes you for who you are.”

“You really think she does?” Oscar asked, a flicker of hope sparking within him.

“Yeah, man. Just look at how she lights up when you’re around,” Alex said, gesturing back to where Logan and Carlos sat. “She’s enjoying the attention, but you’ve got something real. You just need to show her that you’re still in the game.”

Oscar pondered this for a moment, his heart gradually calming. “I guess I’m just overthinking it all. Maybe I need to be more confident about what I have to offer.”

“That’s the spirit,” Alex encouraged, clapping Oscar on the shoulder. “Focus on being you. And remember, there’s more to this place than just the drama. Make sure you enjoy it too.”

There’s a lull in conversation between them when Logan makes her way over to the little bench area secluded by overhanging trees. Alex leaves him with a supportive glance as he gets her silent cue to give them space. Things are temporarily awkward. Until Logan breaks the silence with the same tenderness he’s come to expect from her, “there’s nothing to worry about Oscar.”

He’s confused briefly and it must show because her hand lingers placatingly on his thigh “Carlos is attractive. I mean anyone with eyes can agree, but we don’t have anything in common. It just felt forced…I don’t know, it’s not like that with you. We get along - at least I like to think so and we like the same nerdy stuff. I wouldn’t get that with anyone else here.”

The moment Logan’s hand rested on Oscar’s thigh, a comforting warmth spread through him, momentarily chasing away the tension knotted in his chest. Her words echoed in his head, "There's nothing to worry about." He wanted to believe it. But as Carlos strutted around the villa, soaking up all the attention, Oscar couldn’t shake that gnawing doubt. Still, Logan’s reassurance meant something, more than he was willing to admit just yet.

"Yeah," he nodded, his voice carrying a sense of agreement more than certainty. He glanced at her, the natural curve of her lips and the freckles dotting her cheeks catching his attention. He could see how relaxed she was, even in this environment. It had only been a couple of days, but Logan seemed to carry this ease with her wherever she went—like she belonged here but was still somehow apart from the chaos of it all.

It was weirdly reassuring, being around her. He hadn’t expected to bond with anyone so quickly, and yet here he was, genuinely liking Logan’s company.

“Thanks for saying that,” he added after a beat, scratching the back of his neck. “About Carlos. I didn’t want to ask, you know… in case it came across as insecure or whatever.” He felt a little self-conscious even admitting it, but Logan’s eyes stayed soft and understanding.

She smiled, shrugging lightly. “It’s not insecure. It’s normal.” She adjusted slightly, crossing one leg over the other as she shifted on the bench. “I mean, let’s be real—we all know how this show works. Someone’s always stirring things up, but I didn’t come here just to be swayed by every hot guy who walks in. It’s not about that.”

Oscar raised an eyebrow, leaning back a bit. “Not even a little?”

She laughed, her eyes crinkling at the corners, and the sound was infectious. “Okay, fine, maybe a little. But only for like two seconds. Then I remember he’s probably the same guy I’ve seen a hundred times at uni parties—minus the accent and abs.”

Oscar smirked, feeling a bit lighter. “Fair point. And the whole walking around like he’s auditioning for a perfume commercial.”

Logan burst into a short laugh, her hand reaching up to cover her mouth for a second. “Exactly! Like, come on. The sunglasses indoors? Please.”

Oscar chuckled, leaning into the moment. He liked this. The banter, the ease of it. It wasn’t like the forced flirting or the layers of pretence some of the others seemed to put on. Logan was just... real. That was probably what made this feel different.

Logan nodded thoughtfully, resting her chin in her hand as she listened. “For real though, I think a lot of us are still figuring out why we’re here. But I think you’re doing alright.”

Oscar raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah?”

She grinned, nudging him lightly. “Yeah. I mean, you’re not making a complete fool of yourself, which is more than some people can say.”

Oscar chuckled at that, shaking his head. “Low bar.”

“But seriously,” Logan continued, her voice softer now, “I think we’ve got a good vibe going. I wouldn’t want to be paired up with someone else, if I’m honest.”

That admission made something in Oscar’s chest tighten, but not in a bad way. He looked at her, searching her expression for any sign that she was joking or playing it off, but there was only sincerity there. And it was nice. Really nice.

“Yeah,” he agreed quietly, a small smile forming. “Same here.”

Their quiet understanding and reprieve from the chaos was short-lived.

Carlos' smooth, accented voice rang out through the villa, slicing through whatever fleeting peace Oscar had found “islanders, please gather around the firepit.”

His muscles tensed as the air seemed to shift immediately. The whispers that had bubbled under the surface all afternoon came to a halt, replaced by a collective hum of anticipation. Oscar cast a glance around, noticing how every set of eyes, even the ones that had tried to play it cool, now flicked toward Carlos. This was it. The moment they’d all been speculating about since the second Carlos stepped into the villa.

Slowly, the islanders began to gather around the firepit, finding their places on the semi-circle benches. Carmen, Maxine, Charlotte, and Lily were buzzing with anticipation, exchanging knowing glances and murmured predictions as they settled in. The guys were trying to keep it cool, but Oscar could tell they were all on edge too. Alex and George shot him a look of camaraderie as they took their seats, like they were all in this weird, high-stakes waiting game together.

Oscar hated how effortless it all seemed for him. He didn’t seem phased by the pressure, by the tension brewing between the couples. If anything, Carlos was thriving on it.

Carlos stood tall by the firepit, every bit as magnetic as he had been when he first stepped into the villa. His shirt, still unbuttoned halfway down his chest, billowed in the light breeze as the other islanders sat around in tense silence, waiting for him to make his move. The firelight flickered against his tanned skin, casting sharp shadows across his sculpted jawline. Everyone knew what was coming. The question wasn’t if Carlos would steal someone’s girl—it was who.

The air around the firepit was thick with anticipation. The girls sat upright, clearly on edge, while the boys, himself included, exchanged tight-lipped glances, trying not to show just how much they cared about the decision Carlos was about to make. He glanced at Logan, who sat next to him. For a second, he thought Carlos might actually go for her. Part of him almost hoped he did just to justify his superficial dislike of the guy.

Fernando, in all his dramatic glory, appeared next to Carlos by the firepit, his presence as commanding as ever “Carlos, the time has come...you've spent the past 24 hours getting to know these lovely ladies so the choice is now yours. Who do you want to couple up with?"

Carlos took a breath, letting the moment drag out and the tension heighten as his eyes swept over the girls. Each one of them seemed on edge, waiting for his decision. Then, he locked eyes with Charlotte. It was subtle, but Oscar noticed it. Carlos had been eyeing Charlotte all day, and as much as Oscar had believed that Carlos might go for someone else, it seemed like this had been his plan from the start.

"I’ve thought about this a lot," Carlos began, his voice smooth and confident, "and I’ve really connected with this girl today. She’s funny, smart, obviously very beautiful and we just clicked right away. I'd like the opportunity to get to know her better."

Oscar’s stomach tightened. He shot a quick glance at Pierre, who was sitting beside Charlotte, visibly tense. Pierre’s grip on his seat tightened, but he kept his cool, eyes narrowing at Carlos.

Carlos’s gaze lingered on Charlotte, and then he finally said it: “The girl I want to couple up with is... Charlotte.”

The words hung in the air for a moment, heavy and final. Pierre’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t say anything as Charlotte hesitated, clearly taken aback by Carlos’s choice. She glanced at Pierre, then at Carlos, and after what felt like a painfully long pause, she stood up. There was a tension between them, but ultimately, she walked over to Carlos.

“Thanks, Charlotte,” Carlos said smoothly, planting a kiss on her cheek before guiding her to sit beside him.

Oscar glanced over at Pierre, who was holding himself together but clearly fuming underneath. It was obvious this wasn’t just about Carlos stealing his girl—it was the way Carlos had done it, the effortless charm, the confidence. Carlos knew exactly what he was doing, and it grated on everyone, especially Pierre.

As Charlotte settled in beside Carlos, the firepit felt like it was crackling with more than just heat. The other guys shifted in their seats, some exchanging uncomfortable glances, but no one said a word. Oscar could feel the tension in the air thickening by the second.

Pierre, finally breaking the silence, forced a tight smile and leaned forward. “Fair game, mate,” he said, voice low but controlled. “But this isn’t over.”

Carlos flashed a grin, unfazed. “Of course not,” he replied, leaning back casually.

Oscar stayed quiet, watching the whole scene unfold. He wasn’t personally affected this time, but he felt the sting for Pierre. Carlos had made his move—and it was a bold one.

Once the tension around the firepit began to settle and the reality of Carlos' choice sunk in, Fernando addressed the group once more "Pierre, you are now single, but don't worry—this is not the end. You will remain in the villa and still have the opportunity to couple up in the future."

Pierre, who had kept his composure through Carlos's dramatic choice, nodded in acknowledgment, but his jaw was tight. His eyes shifted toward Charlotte, who now sat beside Carlos, looking torn but resolute

In the midst of his silent observation of that scene unfolding, Oscar leaned over toward Logan, lowering his voice to a private murmur. “Well, that’s a relief,” he said, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. “Thought I might’ve had to start worrying for a minute there.”

Logan tilted her head toward him, her eyes glinting with humour. “Worried about Carlos stealing your girl?” she teased lightly, nudging him gently with her shoulder. “Come on, you’ve been cool as a cucumber.”

“Yeah, well...” Oscar shrugged, glancing subtly toward Carlos and Charlotte, who were now deep in conversation. “It’s one thing to act chill. It’s another to actually feel it.” He chuckled under his breath, relieved that he hadn’t ended up in Pierre’s position.

Logan smiled at him warmly, her hand resting casually on his knee for just a second longer than necessary. “Well, you’re safe for now,” she said softly. “And for the record, I wouldn’t have made it easy for Carlos.”

Oscar felt his own grin deepen, a sense of reassurance settling in his chest. “Good to know,” he replied, his eyes lingering on her for a moment. “I guess we’ll just have to see how the rest of this game plays out.”

Logan gave him a playful wink. “Game on.”

As the islanders around them began to chat, speculating about Pierre’s next move and what Carlos’s bold choice might mean for the villa, Oscar couldn’t help but feel a wave of relief wash over him. At least for now, he and Logan were still on solid ground. But if the past few hours had taught him anything, it was that nothing in this villa stayed stable for long.

After the recoupling drama had simmered, and Charlotte was firmly sat beside Carlos, the producers weren’t about to let the energy drop. A crew member stepped into the villa, clipboard in hand, and called for everyone’s attention.

“Alright, islanders,” the voice rang out over the buzz of conversation. “We’ve wrapped the recoupling, but don’t get too comfortable. You’ll be getting new instructions shortly. Stay by the firepit, please.”

There was a collective groan from some of the islanders, while others exchanged knowing looks. Oscar felt the familiar weight of the cameras trained on them. He was just about to lean over to Logan with a sarcastic quip when he heard his name.

“Oscar, can we grab you for a quick confessional in the beach hut?”

He sighed, giving Logan a small, resigned smile before standing up and following one of the producers off toward the villa. Inside, the usual set-up awaited: the oversized wicker chair, colourful cushions, and the ever-present camera lens.

“Alright, mate,” the producer began from behind the camera, as Oscar sank into the chair. “Let’s talk recoupling. How are you feeling after Carlos’s decision?”

Oscar settled into the wicker chair in the beach hut, rubbing his hands together as he let out a long sigh. The camera in front of him blinked its red light, ready to capture every word. He glanced around the brightly decorated room for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts.

"So," he began, leaning back into the cushion with a half-smile. "Carlos swoops in, all suave, shirt unbuttoned to his navel—very 'I'm-too-hot-for-buttons' vibe—takes Charlotte right out from under Pierre. Smooth move, mate. Real smooth."

He paused, running a hand through his hair with a sarcastic smirk pulling at his lips. "I mean, not that I’m surprised. It’s seems to be classic Carlos behaviour, isn’t it? Show up, flex a bit, steal a girl... the bombshell role kinda seems made for him. But yeah, I’m not exactly losing sleep over it."

He leaned back again, crossing his arms with a faint chuckle. "Logan and I? We’re good. We vibe. I mean, let’s be real here—we’re both nerds, we get each other. It’s been easy. I don’t have to pull off some grand gesture to get her attention, thank God. We can just chat and laugh about random stuff, and it’s solid."

He paused, smirking to himself before adding, "Now, if Carlos wants to come after her next... well, he better brush up on his physics, because there’s no way he’s beating me in a nerd-off. That’s my domain."

Oscar let out a soft laugh, shaking his head before looking toward the camera again. "But yeah, overall? Feeling pretty chill about the whole thing. Carlos made her choice, Charlotte got her moment, and Pierre... well, he’ll live to fight another day, right?"

He gave the camera a mock salute, feeling a little lighter as he wrapped up his confessional. "And me? I’m just here to enjoy the show—preferably without getting involved in any ridiculous love triangles... but let’s see how long that lasts."

He stood up, giving the crew a quick nod as he headed out of the beach hut, mentally preparing himself for whatever chaos awaited back at the villa.

As Oscar stepped out of the beach hut, his mind was still buzzing with sarcastic thoughts about the recoupling and his recent confessional. He turned the corner and almost collided with Carlos in the narrow hallway. The air between them seemed to shift instantly, like the sudden charge before a summer storm.

Carlos was still half-unbuttoned, dark curls tousled from the light breeze and the exposed part of his chest practically glistening. The hallway seemed to shrink around them the second their eyes met, and Oscar’s pulse stuttered as Carlos’ smile slowly curled, something dangerous and easy all at once.

"Hermoso," Carlos greeted, his voice like velvet, the Spanish accent rolling off his tongue like it belonged in the air. The word hung in the air, sinking into Oscar's chest, deeper than it had any right to. Carlos' dark eyes held his, the intensity behind them making it impossible for Oscar to look away, even though his mind was practically screaming for him to. His body? Well, that seemed to have a different plan entirely.

Oscar swallowed. His throat felt tight. It was just a greeting. Just a damn word. Except it wasn’t—at least not the way Carlos said it. The way Carlos looked at him. Carlos took a step closer, just enough that the space between them became almost non-existent. The smell of something warm—cologne and sun-kissed skin—wrapped itself around Oscar, and he couldn't shake it.

"Didn't see you there," Oscar mumbled, trying to sound nonchalant, simultaneously fighting off the sudden tension twisting low in his gut but his voice came out quieter than intended. Not like the dry tone he'd been aiming for. He should’ve kept walking, should’ve brushed past Carlos with an awkward nod and gotten on with his day. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. His feet felt like they were glued to the ground. something about the way Carlos’ attention fixed on him—like Oscar was the only thing in the world worth noticing—left him feeling vulnerable, exposed.

"You did good today," Carlos said, his tone casual but layered with something else—something teasing. His voice was warm, sultry. "Impressive." The word landed heavy between them, a compliment, but laced with a kind of knowing that left Oscar unsure if they were still talking about the challenge.

Oscar gave a weak chuckle trying to mask his discomfort, running a hand through his hair, trying to regain some semblance of control. "Uh, thanks, mate. Just doing what the producers want, y’know."

However it seemed his attempt at indifference had fallen flat. It didn't take a genius to figure that out with the way Carlos’ gaze was lingering on him. Like he saw something Oscar hadn’t even realized he was offering up.

And then, Carlos’ hand slid to the small of his back—so light, so fleeting, but enough to send a sharp thrill up Oscar’s spine. The touch was deliberate. Possessive, almost. A reminder of just how much control Carlos seemed to hold in this moment. Oscar’s breath hitched. He froze, mind caught in a scramble of confusion and something he didn’t want to name. But his body was betraying him, reacting to that brief touch in a way that had his skin tingling, hyper-aware of the warmth radiating from Carlos.

Carlos leaned in slightly, lowering his voice so it was just for them. "Maybe I should’ve chosen you," he said, the words wrapped in that same playful, flirtatious tone, but with a heat behind them that made Oscar’s stomach twist painfully. Carlos’ hand remained at the small of his back, fingers grazing the fabric of his shirt like a promise.

Oscar froze. His heart pounding in his chest, his mind at war with itself. What the hell was even happening? He wasn’t… he didn’t… this wasn’t something he was supposed to feel affected by. Not for Carlos. Definitely not for Carlos. Yet all he could focus on was the sensation of Carlos’ hand lingering at his back, the heat radiating from where their bodies were nearly touching. The words 'I should’ve chosen you' echoed in his head like some kind of loop he couldn’t shake.

His throat tightened, his brain firing signals that clashed wildly. This was...no. He wasn’t—there was no way he was attracted to Carlos. Absolutely not. That wasn’t part of the plan. But there it was—the pull. That strange, magnetic force between them that Oscar couldn’t shake, no matter how hard he tried to convince himself that this was all just Carlos being Carlos, charming everyone he crossed paths with. Yet, it didn’t feel generic. It felt intentional, like Carlos knew exactly what he was doing, and exactly how it was making Oscar react.

Oscar forced a tight laugh, trying to break the tension, but even that came out a little too strained. "Guess we’ll never know," he muttered, stepping back, trying to sever whatever connection had sparked between them. The space should’ve helped. But all it did was make him hyper-aware of the absence of Carlos’ touch, like his body had already memorized the sensation.

Carlos didn’t move, though. He stayed there, eyes locked on Oscar, lips curved into that same lazy, confident smile. "Never say never, Oscar," he said smoothly, his voice low, almost a purr, before giving him a wink as he brushed past him, his fingers trailing off the curve of Oscar’s back in a way that was far too intentional before they slipped away like they hadn’t just branded Oscar’s skin with electricity.

Oscar stood there, watching him disappear into the beach hut, heart racing like he'd just sprinted through the villa. His skin buzzed, his mind struggling to process what had just happened—or more accurately, how he’d responded to it. He pressed a hand to his chest, trying to steady his breathing, but the memory of Carlos’ touch clung to him like a brand.

What the hell had that been? There was no reason—no logical reason—why a simple touch, a few words, should’ve made his heart race like that. But logic seemed to have left the building the moment Carlos had stepped into the hallway.

He was straight. He was here for Logan. Right?

Oscar shook his head, trying to clear the fog. His mind was spinning, the words "I should’ve chosen you" echoing in his head.

#f1 fic #f1 fanfic #formula 1 fic #formula 1 fanfic #loveisland!au #carcar #carcar fic #abby's writing

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britt-kageryuu · 4 months ago

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Leo in another bout(bought?) of boredom, is streaming from the clinic again. His model dressed in galaxy print scrubs, blue crocs, lab coat with some random pins on the pocket, and his Bandana with the tails tied up to not get in the way.

The camera is following him as he moves about the reception area. Rambling off about different topics, every now and then answering a question sent in by the audience and chat.

A graphic of a cartoony Aligator Snapping Turtle swims past dragging a banner that Thanks 'Chompy' for $5 with a message 'You changed how you did things awhile ago, while it was subtle I still want to know why did you change?'

Leo pauses to stare right into the camera, like his brain stopped working, or was overworking itself to word the answer.

"Okay, so I didn't really think anyone had truly noticed. Not to say you guys are oblivious, just I didn't think I would have to explain this." He shifts while looking around the room, "So to those who might've not been here then, or watched the VODs... I originally went into this VTuber stuff as a BFE type. And for those who don't know what that means, Boy Friend Experience."

Leo takes a deep breath before continuing, "See, I didn't know what I was going to do for this, so I kinda copied the BFE type that I saw clips of, so flirting with the audience, pretending to be in love with the audience... that kind of thing. Then I got an actual crush, who became my boyfriend and it just felt awkward to keep that up." He walks over to his desk while talking, and sat down, "So I shifted my way of talking to you guys, and from there just left the flirty tone to when I'm around Thumper. Much to my siblings annoyance."

He lets out a laugh while shaking his head. "Though my usual way of talking is crafted to make you feel relaxed, less tense, and get people to listen to what I want to tell them." Leo gives the camera a smirk, "I used to call myself the 'Face Man' of the group, so I always tried to be a smooth talker, right up until I put my foot in my mouth, and told my Boyfriend I thought he dyed his hair... his hair is naturally white. I didn't believe him. I still don't get how I convinced him to date me!"

Leo has slumped in his chair with embarrassment, he looked about ready to fall out of his chair when the sound of a door opening could be heard. He sits up and faces the door. He mutes the camera mic, but not his.

"Hello, what can I do for ya today?" Pause to listen to who ever entered, "Okay, let me check." He grabs the work tablet and checks for something, "Well you're in luck. There's no one scheduled for the next few hours. So let's get you checked in. Oh give me a minute." Leo pulls out his phone to see if there's anyone to take over the stream, or if not what he should put on for the stream to watch.

"Hmm? Oh yeah... the schedule is very empty, and no one else was scheduled to work today, so I was live streaming... nothing really." The notification on his phone goes off. "And the stream will be watching a few meme compilations. So to the veiwers, enjoy the memes, and I'll be back in a bit!"

The stream cuts to a meme compilation of clips from different VTurtles! VODs and some from the Discord and Social Media. With a BRB sign propped up by River.

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Masterpost

Not much to say other than, no patient trying to sneak into the stream this time.

#VTurtles!#vtuber au #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt leo #rise leonardo #rise leo #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt au #tmnt au #rottmnt fanfiction #tmnt #rottmnt #tmnt 2018 #rise tmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt rise

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nonchalantghost · 2 years ago

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24/7 all access pass to your life.

I saw a meme going around a little while ago that said “letting everyone have access to you 24/7 is a relatively new concept.” Well, yeah. I suppose it is. It went on to say that because of this some of us might not answer texts or calls immediately or just seem “really bad” at posting happenings of our lives on the internet. The all-wise-and-mighty-meme then said that it’s important to take time in our lives to be unavailable. It sort of resonated with me.

I am absolutely terrible at answering texts in a “timely manner”. I will hardly ever answer my phone when it rings. Staring right at it, watching it. Watching you call me and thinking “no, thank you.” My unread text number is barely ever under 10. I don’t post anything about my life anywhere, hardly ever. (Unless, its going really, really well.) My parents recently came down to the city to see me. This was only the second time they’ve made the 4-hour car ride to see me in the 3 years I’ve lived here. I didn’t take a single picture. I didn’t post a single moment. I’m just not an all-access kind of gal, I suppose. According to viber.com 95% of text messages are read and answered within 3 minutes of being sent. Although those of us who also operate this way are in the minority. I think the trend is going to catch on. I think people are already getting sick of being up each other’s ass constantly. After all, I always thought the best part about a text was that I could answer it at my leisure. If they really needed my attention that minute, wouldn’t they call? Not that I would answer.

There are a few people in my ear trying to tell me that having an old school typed out blog is dead. Like, disco. They suggested that I do tik-tok and Instagram reels instead. I think that goes hand in hand with this 24/7 access stuff. I don’t want people to hear me or see me. I want them to read me. I don’t want to post a video passionately over-explaining my current hyper fixation just for some brain-dead idiot to comment on the cleanliness of the room I’m sitting in or the state of the lawn I’m on. You know the idiots I’m talking about. I don’t like being on camera. I like to write. So, that’s what I’m going to do. People be damned.

#rant #blog post #mental health

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fawnsflowerbed · 2 years ago

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Omgggg idea- so almost like a part 2 of the texting headcanons! What would Leon's sense of humor be and what if the reader's sense of humor was very chaotic, cursed emojis type beat or even stan twitter lingo LMFAOOO how would he feel/react?? Like- 'you ate' 'gagged' 'boots the house down' 😭😭 I'm so dead, I feel like if the reader said "I-" through text, he would literally be like, "you what? You didn't finish your sentence" 💀

N speaking of social media- how is he with it? does he struggle? if you post a story of him with a cute/romantic song by surprise, how would he swipe up to it? Or if you post pics of yourself, is he gonna always like n comment somethin? Hehehe just thought these headcanons n stuff would be cute n silly, please feel free to add any other social media or texting headcanons I just adore your writing sm MWAH MWAH <333

Oh my god poor Leon with a chaotic partner, man. Especially with twitter or like instagram.

I feel like he could kind of slowly translate the whole emoji stuff but the twitter talk and like interacting with stuff on social media i just - can’t.

“Why- why would you repost that with the caption ‘mood’?”

‘It’s relatable.’

“It’s a frog floating face down in a pond just staring into the water.”

‘Relatable.’

“Sometimes you worry me, y’know.”

‘She ate that shit up and left no crumbs, fr.’

“Okay from what you’ve told me that’s a good thing.”

‘Omg ur learning!!’

“I genuinely can't tell if you’re patronising me or not.”

‘Wowwwww when have I ever?’

“...”

I 100% AGREE WITH YOUR STATEMENT THOUGH.

‘I- bffr.’

“Why would you cut yourself off just to send me an abbreviation.”

‘Oh honey, bless.’

“I’m so confused right now you have no idea.”

Eventually he learns the lingo, some of the sayings.

‘Fuckin hate him.’

“Hope both sides of his pillow are warm tonight.”

‘YES BABY EXACTLY!’

I feel like his own humour is stuff that makes him do that little like inhale of approval, sometimes a light chuckle.

When it comes to social media I still stand by what I said. He scours the whole internet for memes, jokes, music, photos he thinks you’d like.

He LOVES when you post faceless photos with him.

The kind where all you can see is his body behind you (since he towers over you) as you smile at the camera or in the mirror. Letting people know you’re taken without showing his face to the world.

True, he loves showing that you’re his, but he’s a little worried about potentially exposing you to the dangers of his job more than he already had.

But sometimes he’ll give in and let you post a photo or two with him on your story. He loves watching you get all giddy when he caves.

He especially loves when you post the photos of him kissing your cheek or holding you, even if it's just a photo you take of yourself laying next to him.

Like yes please, let it be known how much he loves you.

He also loves when you post photos of the gifts he gives you.

The flowers, stuffed animals, candles, if he does something particularly romantic and you post it to your story just to tell everyone about it.

He knows you love bragging about how you’re ‘winning’ and it just makes him smile like an idiot.

You make him feel like he’s doing a good job.

At first he didn’t really know about the whole swiping up thing, but once he got the gist of it you couldn’t get him to stop, especially if you posted photos of yourself on your story. What you’re doing, who you’re with, or just if you felt like you looked good at the time.

If you post that you’re out with friends. “Hope you’re having fun, love. Message me when you’re ready to get picked up xx.”

Posted the flowers he sent you. “Glad you liked them, sweetheart. I’ll be home before you know it xx.”

If you post yourself he’s just- absolutely smitten.

“I just.

Wow.

I think I’m actually speechless.

You have no idea how much I love you.

Screw it, we’re going out tonight. Pick a place.”

When you put permanent photos on your account of the dates he takes you on or photos of yourself he just comments small things. Maybe an ‘xx’ or one of those little ‘<3’. If there’s anything he wants to say, he’ll say it to you properly. All other people need to know is that you’re his.

“Wait, you posted it?”

“Yeah! I loved it when we went there last week. It was beautiful, love. Plus you looked amazing. Obviously I was gonna post it.”

He just smiles his stupid smile.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon scott kennedy #leon s. kennedy #leon x reader #resident evil x reader #x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #requests #Leon Scott Kennedy x reader #works ✎₊˚⊹

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dadsbongos · 3 years ago

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trashy dad

Movie/Game/Show: My Hero Academia Dynamic: Shota Aizawa/Reader (Platonic) Warnings: references (2) to un*s ann*s, one (1) use of (y/n), fem pronouns Summary: Shota trying to support his YouTuber daughter :) cuz social media aus own me Word Count: 2.1K ~~~

"Hey, gamers," you grin at the camera before tossing an arm over your father's shoulders, "My dad's in town and as you can see," you hesitated slightly before turning to face your father, "Dad's not super into taking care of himself. So, I figured what's better than doing a Q&A together while I do his makeup?"

"Hitoshi just did a 'what I eat in a day', didn't he?" Shota quirked a brow, already reaching back to tie up his messy, tangled hair.

"Spoilers!" you quietly whine as you open your phone, "He still has to edit it, silly man. We're gonna have to brush out your hair later, by the way."

Shota's eyes widened, "We? I thought this was your idea and video, (Y/n)."

"No," you huff, scrolling through a few of the questions from fans, "I mean it was but your hair is so… Okay, first question is from - oh my God the names - shrekslongtoe, what was my first word?"

"Are you gonna start putting makeup on me or just sit there?" Shota scratched at his nose before snickering, "That wasn't your first word. Your first word was 'Dada' and it drove Hizashi insane."

"Hizashi is my other dad, by the way," you lean over to grab your makeup bag, "'Toshi and I call him papa. Oooh, oh no," you looked up to Shota, "I don't have your shade, you're gonna look weird."

"I don't really care," the man shrugged, watching as you took out a pink beauty blender, "That looks like a buttplug."

"Don't say that!" your eyes were wide at his words while you got out your foundation, "Youtube doesn't like that."

"Whoops," he deadpanned, "Next question."

"Shit, right."

"Language."

"Japanese," you murmur, going to the next reply, "yoonbumskneecap asks, 'Did you believe in me-’ they said my name but you know, ‘and Hitoshi when they decided to become Youtubers?' And 'in 'Toshi's case - drop out of college to become a professional clout man.'"

"To be honest," Shota closed his eyes, only in slight fear, as you began pressing the foundation into his skin, "I was really worried about Hitoshi, I didn't know if he'd stay as big as he was because he's a lot like me, in the sense that people tend to not like us for our bluntness. So I was worried he'd be a meme for like a month and then people would drop him, but thankfully I was proved wrong," he opened his eyes when he felt you pull away and begin rooting through your bag once again, "With you, I was less worried because you're more like 'Zashi, i.e extremely likable, and you were kind of getting a boost from appearances on Hitoshi's channel. I still worry because the internet is a fickle mistress but I'm not staying up at night about it."

Pulling out a dark eyebrow pencil, you grin at your father, "Aww, that was kinda sweet. Not really but kind of."

"What I'm here for," Shota's eyes followed your hand as you uncapped the pencil and reached up, beginning to mark at his eyebrows, "I'm gonna read the next question while you kill my eyebrows."

"I'm not killing them!" you giggled, "But unlike Papa, you already have pretty thick, full eyebrows so I won't be here long."

"Good," he muttered before furrowing his brows in confusion, ignoring your frustrated groan, "who is daddysero and why is he asking if you pissed today?"

"What?!" you pull your dad's hand back to see what he was looking at, instantly calming down when you saw he was still on Twitter, "Oh, that's just Sero, he asks me that every time I tweet. I thought you went to my Instagram DMs," at Shota's questioning stare you grinned, "Mama's got simps in her DMs."

"Don't ever call yourself 'Mama' in my presence ever again," Shota shook his head, once again ignoring your annoyance, "papichulo46290 wants to know my favorite memory of you."

"If you mix me up with 'Toshi, I'll be so pissed," you return the eyebrow pencil to your bag as Shota speaks.

"I won't... probably," he shrugs while you root through your bag, "So, Hizashi had taken Hitoshi out for ice cream because of - has he mentioned his middle school trauma?" at your nod, he continues, "Hitoshi was having a bad day from middle school, shocking, so you and I were left home alone together. You were probably seven and you really wanted to paint my nails and I let you. You..." he shook his head, snickering, "you fucked them up. So bad. But you were so happy to just be spending time with me- "

"Keep talking, but I'm gonna do your eyeshadow," you lean back in, swishing your brush over a navy blue, almost black shade, "Just so you guys know, Dad wanted to look like shit, don't unsubscribe cuz this is gonna come out bad."

"It won't be too bad, you're talented," Shota did his best to remain still, "But overall, you were just so adorable and it didn't even matter that the smudged nails got me teased in the teacher's lounge the next day. It all came off after like a week because it was shitty polish but you get the idea."

"Aww, I didn't know you kept it on, that's so sweet," you fall back briefly to inspect your work, "It's not awful but I'm only posting this because you're my dad."

"Of course, I did," Shota continued scrolling through the questions, "A lot of people are asking if you mean Dad or Daddy, and a lot more people are asking for pictures of your feet, you should block them all."

"Yeah, I got sickos in my replies too, just gotta scroll past em'."

"Disgusting..." Shota grumbled as you moved to his other eye, "Is 'electrodick' Kaminari, perchance?"

"Unfortunately."

"Gross, he asks if you had an 'I'm not like other girls' phase," Shota hummed quietly in thought, "Maybe when you were eight for like a month, but that's probably because except for Nemuri you didn't have any women in your life. Thankfully you moved on from that pretty quickly."

"Oh yeah, that was a gross, weird time. You and Papa also weren’t shitty people so I didn’t have a lot of misogynist influence."

"I like to think we did a good job," Shota sighed, finally moving back into his slouching position when you pulled away completely, "Is 'explosionmurder' Bakugou?"

"You know it."

"Okay well, he's asking if you plan on fucking up your bronzing again?" he thinks for a moment, “Was that from when you looked kinda copper-ish in a video?

"Oh my God, that was one time, Bakugou!" you shout and shake your brush at the camera, "One time!"

"I don't even know what blending is so you're doing better than I am."

"God, how are we related?"

Without hesitation, Shota replied, "Surrogate. Which answers summerlongsock's question."

"Nice," you chuckle, setting the brush back in your bag, "You probably won't need too much bronze or countour since you're going for bad," you immediately turn to the camera, "And Bakugou isn't gonna say a fucking word about it!"

"Is eyeliner next? And if so, I would enjoy a nice wing," Shota muttered, looking through the remaining questions, "Hitoshi asks why I haven't done a video with him yet."

You nod along while uncapping the liner, "I'm curious about that too. I thought my first video with a parent would be with Papa. I was gonna say family but..." you shrug, "Hitoshi was my first video and then Eri came on."

"He never asked," Shota closed both of his eyes, allowing you to move his head around as you pleased, "You just texted me the video idea and we set it up while I was in town. If Hitoshi wants a video so bad he should come up with an idea."

"Jeez, don't bully the poor boy," you laughed quietly, carefully applying more eyeliner to your father's left lid, "We should all do a video together. I think it'd be fun."

"Come up with an idea," he replied flatly before opening his eyes, "davinky wants to know when you got into makeup. Probably after thirteen, sometime."

"Yeah, I got my first real eyeshadow at like fourteen and then you guys just enabled my love of makeup after that."

"Well, the thing with that was, Hizashi and I didn't want you growing up thinking you had to wear makeup for any reason," Shota opened his eyes once he felt you back away, blinking a few times, "So we waited till you were more mature because giving makeup to a six-year-old is weird."

Capping your eyeliner, you traded it out for mascara, "Yeah, even little play kits are a bit ehhh. Don't close your eyes, but look down."

Following instruction, Shota took the opportunity to read off another question, "I can't see the name but someone's asking what we did together for fun. While you were a kid."

Humming quietly in thought, you move from one eye to the other, "We used to go to diners a lot. Those late-night diner trips, remember?"

"Oh yeah, you were such a little demon about bedtime. I had to take you to this little place for scrambled eggs or some shit and you'd fall asleep on the way back home."

Putting away your mascara, you reach out for your hairbrush before beginning to pull out the hair tie in Shota's hair, "Mina wanted me to ask what videos you show people when they ask what your kids do for a living."

"For Hitoshi, the one where he and Kaminari made Bakugou breakfast with sex toys. For you, the one where you turn yourself into Mina's little character - with the pink skin," Shota winced slightly at the tug of your hairbrush, "And Eri's a teacher so that information comes first since it's the least strange."

As you fussed with his tangled nest of hair, you read another question over Shota's shoulder, "When did you know you loved me? Like after adopting me."

"Not too long after the adoption was finalized actually," Shota grumbled as the brush made its final courses through his hair, "You've always been a really great kid. I don't know when I 'realized' but it was definitely around the time you were born, maybe like the day after."

"That's pretty good considering I was a stranger," you giggled, brushing out the final knots in his dark hair, "A baby stranger."

"Hmm," Shota hummed in response, "You almost done?"

Refraining from rolling your eyes, you fluffed Shota's now smooth and detangled hair around his shoulders with a small smile, "I'm done. Your hair is so pretty when it's brushed out."

"I know," the man muttered, handing your phone back, "Wanna do one more question and then sign off?"

"Yeah," you scroll through some of the questions, "I want it to be the best question that's ever been asked."

"Ask your own, you're great at that."

You shook your head with furrowed brows at his comment, "Is that a compliment?"

"It was meant to be."

"Thanks, but no need, I've found one. Midoriya wants to know if raising two attention whores was hard. He didn't say ‘attention whores’ because he doesn't swear but that's the vibe."

"What's Midoriya's at?" Shota asked.

"SmallMight."

"Of course," the man grumbled, closing his eyes to think, "You two were honestly pretty easy to raise. Not a whole lot of fits compared to what I've heard other parents talk about. You both liked to talk a lot to each other, and, of course, to Hizashi and me. Not terribly difficult at all."

"Aww, I'm glad we didn't make you pull your hair out," you grin.

"Oh, you still did. Absolutely."

"Nice," you giggle before turning off your phone and facing the camera, "Okay guys, well, I hope you don't clown on me as much as usual because if you do, my dad will... I don't know… kick your ass."

"Exactly," Shota nodded, a horrific smile on his face, "I'll beam right into your living room."

"Hopefully you guys come back next week where I'll..." floundering for an answer, you turn to your dad as if he’d give you ideas, "Create wings to do it better than Icarus ever could."

Giving a singular stiff nod, Shota looked dead at the camera, "I'd watch it."

"You heard it from the main man himself, peeps," you waved to the camera, Shota copying the motion, “Bye!”

"If there's one comment about my eyebags, I'm never coming on your channel again," Shota lied as you leaned over to stop recording.

"They're gonna love you, I'm sure," you assure your father, "Wanna see how I edit?"

"God no, Hitoshi showed me how long it takes to edit his videos, it looks like hell."

#bnha x reader #bnha x reader platonic #shota aizawa x reader #shota x reader #aizawa x reader #shota aizawa x daughter reader #aizawa x daughter reader #shota x daughter reader #shota x reader platonic

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isagrimorie · 2 years ago

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“You’re the only one I trust to do this.” - for platonic Finch & Shaw?

For this ask meme:

Title: Metamorphosis

Read on ao3

Notes: Series Finale spoilers. Some of this was inspired by @lithiumdoll's Symbolic Constant. (My beloved). Also, possibly, an allusion to Neil Gaiman's Death. Maybe.

And then–

The image of Grace standing near her easel vanished when he opened his eyes again. He had made it somewhere, far enough he no longer heard the sirens and people. Reality and time slipped by him.

It was the crunch of boots on pebbles that alerted him first, a kindness, he imagined on her part. “Miss Shaw.”

“Hey, Finch.”

Harold felt rather than saw Miss Shaw kneel down next to him, felt her calloused hands feel for his pulse.

“You don’t look so hot.”

He let out a short laugh. “I imagine not.”

“Samaritan’s dead.”

“She did it,” he said with something of wonder.

“Yeah, the Machine kicked ass.”

“I’m glad.”

Miss Shaw pressed a heavy hand on his wound and he gasped from the sharp pain that jolted over his body. Smelled bourbon before he felt it splash over his wound and she pressed a makeshift bandage on his wound.

“Samaritan agents are all dead too.” She said conversationally, and he did not need any context clues to know she had made sure of this.

There was a heavy pause and then, “The missile hit the building. I don’t think John made it.”

Harold closed his eyes, he knew this. Still, he hoped. “I know.”

There was a brief movement, felt himself being moved gingerly to a wall. It wasn’t even painful. And then Miss Shaw was in front of him she looked at him, over him. Her hands were crisp and practiced, despite not being a doctor for years.

Once, long ago, when he realized the Machine had handpicked Sameen Shaw to join their team, he found the notes Dr. Shaw’s Chief Resident wrote. It struck Harold how much of a small-minded fool the doctor was to let such a talented and brilliant woman like Shaw go.

She was his doctor and he trusted no other doctor than Miss Shaw.

“I can’t move you, Harold.” There was an edge of frustration in her words. “If I’d made it here sooner–”

Shaw never needed comfort nor assurances but Harold regretted… He regretted too many things.

Over her shoulder, Harold fancied he saw a woman in Root’s form with a black belted coat. She smiled at him sadly and placed a ghostly hand on Shaw’s shoulder. Sharp and still.

Harold placed his hand over hers, his hand was sticky from his own blood. “I understand, Miss Shaw.”

Shaw finally stopped moving. She looked at him for a long, long moment and then she nodded. Harold watched as she wiped her hands on her pants, pulled his glasses from his face and cleaned them. Miss Shaw's features came to sharp focus when she returned them.

And then she sat next to him.

He had made it quite far after all. The Brooklyn bridge loomed over the horizon, there was smoke blooming somewhere.

“The Machine will rely on you now.”

“I don’t know anything about computers, Finch.”

The image of the woman in the black coat moved forward to stare at the bridge.

“I trust you.”

The woman -- the personification of the Machine his hallucinating brain conjured-- turned back towards them, a smile on her face. Harold angled his head and finally spotted the camera almost hidden but not quite out of sight.

“Are you ready, Harold?”

Harold felt himself smile, Shaw had a hand on his pulse, counting. “It’s been an honor, Miss Shaw.”

He imagined he heard the beat of wings, the sound of an old dial tone, and in the distance, he imagined he saw Miss Groves – Root, the real Root and John waiting for him, and just beyond, Joss Carter and Nathan.

And then–

##end##

#answered #person of interest #sameen shaw #harold finch #inexhaustible-sources-of-magic #my fic #poi fic #ask meme #asked and answered #return 0 #poi season 5

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aminiatureworld · 3 years ago

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Spotlight

Characters: Albedo, Kazuha, Xiao, gn!reader

Word Count: 3,707

Warnings: Swearing

Premise: Modern AU in which the reader’s s/o is famous.

Author’s Note: My first crack at a modern AU and I enjoyed it immensely! My personal media of choice definitely came through in this prompt. I would now kill for Albedo to read Shakespeare. Also streamer Kazuha is an inspired idea, thank you anon for that! Not to mention musician Xiao, truly chef’s kiss.

Albedo

Albedo was a stage actor, both by education and by trade. Starting in high school he began in local productions, before entering into the Mondstadt Theateracademie. After appearing as Estragon in a filmed version of Waiting for Godot, he began to be scouted for various television miniseries, eventually becoming a well-respected film actor.

You arrived somewhere in the middle of his career. Working as a costume assistant at the Academie you had quickly fallen for the inquisitive and deceptively intense soul that exuded every color of emotion onstage, from raging anger to soft sorrow, before stepping into the wings and resuming an aura of utter calm. He had captivated you, both as an actor and as a human being; and when you learned that he had also become slightly infatuated with you, well, it was hard not to feel like you had stepped into a wonderful play, or perhaps simply a wonderful play had been brought to life.

The switch from theatre to screen was certainly a jarring one for both of you. When the first film contract was offered Albedo had stared at it for a long time, rereading it over and over again as the coffee in front of him quickly turned cold.

“Is there something wrong with the contract?” You had asked.

“No, it’s not that. It’s only…”

“Only?”

“Only on stage there is a single audience. You can feel their reactions, can measure their response. There is nothing nebulous about the people around you. But on film you cannot do that. You cannot adjust for time of day, or whether it’s a weekend or a Friday performance. You must let your lines out and hope that they land without even being able to calculate it.”

“It’s not a science experiment my darling,” you had teased.

“Maybe not,” Albedo admitted. Still he continued to read and reread, and it was only until the next afternoon that he had told you his answer.

Still, you had to admit that he made a fantastic actor. The naturally inward part of your partner’s personality, the part that always seemed to jump out the moment he left the stage, worked well to balance with the camera’s need for subtlety, unlike the projection required for stage plays. It was little surprise then that he should grow so popular. Despite all the worries about measuring audience response, there was no doubting the success of Albedo’s acting career.

Being a naturally withdrawn person Albedo mostly stayed off of social media. He had one private Instagram for friends – he didn’t post anything; one private Facebook for family – the only picture was one of you two in the mountains next to a particularly weird looking rock; and WhatsApp – which could barely be counted. Thus when he started blowing up on Twitter – a platform you had a mostly unused account on – the reaction was mostly one of “why are they talking about me?”

Not that Albedo minded fan enthusiasm, indeed when people started showing up in droves at the stage door for him he was always careful to thank everyone collectively and talk to as many people as possible, it just sort of confused him that so many people should take a vested interest in the actor and not just the character.

“It’s because they want to show you how wonderful they think your performances are,” you’d explained.

“I don’t have Twitter,” Albedo deadpanned.

Despite his protests though you sometimes caught him scrolling on your account, face slightly red at all the positive attention. His habit of internal self-deprecation had never truly gone away. That fact became slightly unfortunate in the face of hate comments. It was hard for Albedo not to take things personally. If someone said his acting was shit then you would catch Albedo reading the same line over and over again, as if to achieve mathematical perfection. It was a difficult urge to fight, and you were always careful to give Albedo plenty of reassurance when these things popped up, as well as surreptitiously blocking the trolls that wandered their way onto your dash.

This habit to take things at face value did not apply when you entered the mix. As far as Albedo was concerned you were his partner and no amount of complaining online would make him second guess that or second guess your worth. Even if you thought that you had a better hold on social media assholerly than he did Albedo would still make sure that for every hate comment that floated your way there were at least three compliments on his part. Mentioning you off-handedly in press interviews, saying that he had to go home to his partner, leaving small sketches on post-it notes scattered throughout your apartment, there were no lengths that Albedo wouldn’t go to assure you. And, if you had to admit, these things truly did make you feel better on the days when the small part of your brain said that this wasn’t mindless social media harassment.

Being an actor Albedo had an incredibly fine-tuned sense of the way that people responded to emotions, as if he were performing some grand sort of scientific experiment to see how many people he could sway with his gift. As of such he was always careful that, regardless of his success, things between you were never upturned. You were with him before he was really famous, and you would be there during and after. Albedo loved you deeply; though he often said that he hated romance plays for how sappy they were in his mind your relationship was the one, glowing exception – regardless of the other happy couples in the world. Though it was slightly idealistic, it was the kind of intensity that comprised Albedo’s personality, was the thing that had garnered him so much success.

Albedo loved you deeply, and no amount of surprise movie contracts would change that.

Kazuha

You had to admit that when you had met Kazuha you had no idea about his double life as a streamer. He was merely one of the many singers that came and went to the recording studios, all people eager to unleash their talent on the world. But unlike the rest of them, Kazuha could make you laugh.

Perhaps then it was unsurprising that Kazuha should be a popular streamer. Though his often florid talking style might seem on paper like it would be too grating for streaming, in reality his soft cadence combined with a dry sense of humor made him wildly popular. He rarely lost his temper, making him palatable to those who wanted to have a fun time without blowing their ears out, and when he did lose it his hyper-specific, often nonsensical insults were the stuff of memes. No, in retrospect it was not all that surprising that Kazuha was a beloved streamer.

At heart though, Kazuha had told you over coffee, the enthusiastic and earnest internet sensation was a poet.

“When you’ve had a life as dissonant as mine, how can you not be?” He’d joked. And indeed perhaps he was right, for Kazuha was as wonderful a poet as you had ever read. He was born to be a writer, you had told him.

You were also an aspiring singer, as well as a friend of the studio owner where you did your recordings. As such you had made it a habit to help around the studio when you weren’t also working or studying. As you and Kazuha were both students with intense side jobs, the good natured complaining of overworked students also made their way into you rapport, a friendship that grew day-by-day. Eventually it sprouted into love.

Though you knew that Kazuha was a streamer when your relationship started, in reality you hadn’t realized how truly popular he had become. The first time you watched one of his streams you were blown away by his popularity. Watching your first livestream only cemented that. It was hard to believe that your down-to-earth, slightly self-effacing, partner could have garnered such a large fanbase. Not that you didn’t think he deserved it. He absolutely did. However after seeing that you admitted you were a bit awestruck.

“Why? Am I not the same person on screen and off?”

“Of course you are! It’s just, well, my partner’s a celebrity!”

“I would go that far,” Kazuha laughed.

“Well you certainly are to me!”

Nevertheless your dynamic didn’t change much afterwards, besides the occasional teasing on both of your parts. Kazuha was after all Kazuha at the end of the day.

At the beginning Kazuha didn’t mention you much on stream, certainly not by name, you had to admit you were a bit intimidated by the idea of being recognizable on the internet, even if it was just by name.

“This is also my partner’s favorite map.” Had been his first mention, during a game of Mario Kart.

Despite this offhanded remark however the chat had almost immediately exploded, followed by the rest of the fanbase. Though there was, of course, some disappointed buzz – isn’t there always – the reaction was immensely positive. Positive, and curious.

After a while Kazuha started mentioning you more often in streams, especially after the two fo you moved in. Sometimes you would hear him as you passed him room – Kazuha liked to keep the door open – other times you would watch it on stream yourself.

“My partner hates this character. Too bad you can’t throw evidence.”

“Nobody tell my partner that I’m afraid of basements. I don’t need them to know that when laundry day rolls around.”

“Hey if you’re watching this dear, I promise that it’s not that much money. You don’t need to look at the bank account. Who am I kidding, this is why we don’t share one.”

“Hey, darling I know you’re watching this. Can you check and make sure I left my keys on the coffee table, they aren’t on my desk. Also can you make tea?”

Despite fans knowing very little about you, you were surprised by the amount of positive comments that flooded the streams. You had to admit that your initial expectations had been “people are going to find me annoying”. Instead funny comics of your voice drifting in from the other room popped up, along with a lot of waving and “tell your partner not to trust you with the keys” after Kazuha fell off a cliff one too many times. It was an odd experience, to be so happy about the comments of faceless people, people to whom you were also faceless.

Eventually Kazuha’s hardwork in singing paid off and his first single was recorded and given a deal. On the evening of the release livestream Kazuha set up in the living room, angling the camera so that you could sit on the chair just out of frame. You had talked about the release for months now, and a few weeks ago Kazuha had brought up the idea of a pseudo-stream reveal.

“I was wondering if you’d like to say hello to the audience or wave when my song is released. I understand that you’re hesitant about those sort of things, and I would never ask of you something that would make you uncomfortable. This relationship is the most precious thing to me, and I wouldn’t want you to feel pressured or exploited in any ways.”

“Thank you for being so considerate Kazuha. I’ll think about it.”

Now you sat in the chair, fidgeting slightly, waiting as the countdown on his laptop reached one. You excitement certainly seemed matched by that of the fans, who were typing wildly in the chat.

Eventually the screen faded to black and the chatting quieted down. The first few notes of a wooden flute emerged, combined with the strumming of a guitar. As the familiar words began to echo through the laptop speaker you found yourself washed away. Kazuha was always enthralling when he sang. At the end of the song was a dedication, and though Kazuha had already alluded to it, the sincerity still took your breath away.

To my dearest partner. My compass and my guiding star throughout this realization of my dream. You are my sun and my stars, and I’m forever devoted to you. Thank you for sharing in this project, and thank you for giving me such love.

Perhaps it was slightly saccharine. Regardless you felt the sudden, uninhibited urge to cry.

“So, what did everyone think?” Kazuha asked into the mic, face reappearing on screen. He was slightly giddy, and you watched as his hand tugged on the fabric of his linen belt.

Immediately the chat exploded, as waves of “that was amazing”, “I’m crying now”, and “the end was so sweet!” flooded the screen.

“Thank you all for the encouragement!” Kazuha let out a laugh, one that you could tell was one of utter euphoria, and no little relief. “There’s someone else I think who would like to thank you.”

Who knew that a small sentence could cause such a splash?

You barely had time to let out a tentative “Hello,” before an immediate wave of excited screaming covered the bottom left of Kazuha’s stream. “Thank you for supporting Kazuha’s song. And thank you for always being nice to me.” With a tentative wave of the hand you collapsed back on your chair, slightly hysterical laughter rising inside you out of the relief that flooded through you upon seeing the enthused fan reaction.

Afterwards your voice became the occasional guest on Kazuha’s streams, always greeted with enthusiasm. Kazuha continued to grow in popularity, and his music continued to capture a larger and larger audience.

All throughout this you never felt a snag in your relationship. Kazuha may have been a big streaming personality, but he was also a kind and considerate partner, the best that one could ask for in a significant other. Kazuha’s love was never in question. And neither was yours.

Xiao

Sometimes you were a little self-conscious about the way that you met Xiao.

Though Xiao had definitely grown a following by the time you met – being the main pianist for a popular singer and a classical pseudo-prodigy in both piano and flute his own right certainly had roped him an enthusiastic fanbase – you had simply known him as “the guy who hogs the practice room”.

“I swear to the gods, how long can that bastard take to practice!” You texted angrily at your friend one day. Qixing Conservatory was the premiere music place in Liyue, but what should’ve been an amazing opportunity was being overshadowed by a practice room partner who appeared to not have a life, one who also had the obnoxious habit of playing the same damn thing over, and over, and over again.

“Playing the same piece as before?”

“Yes! Ugh I don’t even know what it’s called but I’ve heard it enough times to last a lifetime, maybe five!”

“Damn I’m sorry, what time does he usually end?”

“I don’t even know. Some time in the early evening. It’s obviously never gotten through to his brain that other people also need to practice. Or that hearing the same notes over and over while waiting makes me want to chuck my binder against a wall.”

“Lol. I kinda want to hear it now. Can you send a video, will the sound pick up?”

“I don’t know how it wouldn’t.”

“…”

“Holy shit! Okay, I need you to watch this video and tell me if you recognize the pianist.”

Safe to say you nearly fell out of your chair upon figuring out Xiao’s identity. Not that you weren’t already about to out of pure exasperation. Still, there was something much more intimidating about shaming a successful musician, and you no longer had the urge to glare at Xiao every time he left the practice room. Honestly, you would have been perfectly happy keeping your head down and never interacting with him at all.

Fate, however, has a sense of humor.

To be fair, some of it was your fault. You knew that Erlkonig was a massively difficult piece. You knew that you should’ve picked something else, knew that even Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata mvt. Three had to be less painful than the non-vocal arrangement you’d placed in front of your eyes. You were never trusting your music taste with your piece choices again. This was a terrible mistake.

“These stupid fucking running notes!” You let out, a groan of exasperation racing through you. Half slamming (you weren’t crazy) the piano cover down you swung the door of the practice room open. You didn’t want to deal with this anymore. Trying to ignore the embarrassment that rose up seeing Xiao waiting on a chair next to the door you went to walk down the hallway.

“You should work on it with a dotted sixteenth note pattern.”

It was the first time that Xiao had ever spoken to you.

Afterwards a rapport slowly grew between the two of you. Often Xiao said nothing as you passed, rarely you made a gesture of recognition when he finally reappeared from the practice room. However soon the occasional word or phrase of advice grew into longer sentences, later these sentences evolved into pieces of conversation. Soon enough you discovered, to your slight horror, that you found yourself yearning for Xiao’s company.

Almost as soon as you’d finally figured out your feelings you were hit with a wave of denial. You weren’t falling for Xiao? How could you fall for someone who got on your nerves so much? Sure he gave you advice, but what about it? You deserved it after having to hear him over and over again while waiting. Certainly Xiao didn’t seem interested in you, he barely talked to you! Yeah he was getting more talkative, but it’s easier to talk to people when you’re giving them advice. There’s no way you were in love with Xiao. And there was no way he was in love with you.

To say that Xiao’s career as a musician, never mind his genuine technical talent at two instruments, was a barrier would be an understatement. The moment you thought you were making some progress, finally admitting to yourself that this crush was, in fact, real, a wave of anxiety would pass over you. Xiao was too good for you, he was too important. Here was a man who had a successful musical career already up in the air while you banged frustratedly on the keys. Why would someone that successful be interested in you? Not to mention the fact that he didn’t seem interested.

Because, you had to admit, you did like Xiao’s music. Not just his classical repertoire, but his pop music as well. It was slightly jazzy, mellow and playful and utterly unlike the scowling musician behind it – something you secretly thought extremely cute and surprisingly charming. To him you were just a practice roommate, and you were sure he’d find the idea of dating someone who was more familiar with his public persona irritating.

So you buried your feelings, or tried to. Unfortunately like sometimes attracts like, and just as Xiao secretly had the emotional understanding of a teaspoon, you weren’t nearly as clever about things as you would like.

“Is there something on my face?” Xiao asked, his voice gruff and slightly reluctant.

“No, why would there be?”

“Because you’re staring at it!”

“Oh, I’m sorry!” You let your head drop, looking intently at the ivories in front of you. Eventually there was a sigh.

“You don’t have to do that. I… I don’t mind.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! You staring down is weird too. Let’s, let’s just hurry up and do this passage.”

After that you became more aware of your staring habit. You also became more aware of Xiao’s own habit, leaning towards you. Sometimes you swore that you could feel the tips of his hair tickling your neck, light and feathery and stealing all your attention.

“Hey, Xiao, do you need glasses?”

“Why would you asked that!” Xiao flared up, face reddening. By this time you’d become more accustomed to these flareups of grumpiness, and ignoring it you pressed on.

“It’s just, you seem to be leaning forward.”

“I’m not!” Immediately Xiao shifted back, almost stepping away. Without thinking about it you reached to grab his hand.

“I didn’t mean it was a bad thing!” You got out, before becoming aware of your hand grasping Xiao’s. The touch felt electric, and you were suddenly so very aware of everything, yet unable to focus at all.

“Then you shouldn’t have brought it up.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Xiao grumbled.

Slowly the musician leaned closer to you once more. You had already half stood up and now you found yourself stepping closer to Xiao. The world continued to shrink until you were almost pressed together. Xiao was leaning forward, as were you, and the longer tufts of his hair were tickling your cheek, helped by the fan whirring away in the corner. Your hand was still in his, but all your thoughts appeared to have died away.

“Xiao?”

“Is this, too close?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

“Xiao?”

“What?”

“I like your music. I hope that doesn’t bother you.”

“Why would it?”

“I don’t know. I just, I also like you, not just your music. But I also like your music.”

“I also like yours too.”

Perhaps it wasn’t the most romantic of confessions, but at that point you were far too carried away by the moment, or maybe by the fact that was the most sentences Xiao had strung together that weren’t about triplets. Regardless of the fact, you were suddenly seized by incredible happiness, as all appeared to right itself.

Afterwards initially little changed, Xiao was a gruff as ever, you were still itching to play in the practice room more. Nevertheless when you went to a concert of his for the first time and he let out a small, almost imperceptible, smile your way you knew things had changed. They would keep changing perhaps, or maybe they wouldn’t. After all, this moment was beautiful.

So much that you didn’t even mind the hours spent waiting for the practice room.

#genshin impact #albedo x reader #kazuha x reader #xiao x reader #genshin albedo #genshin kazuha #genshin xiao #genshin impact fanfiction #requested #my writing #scenarios

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ASMR - Chapter 4

Elriel fanfiction

About this fic:

Azriel can’t sleep Elain has an ASMR channel Match made in heaven (or you know, on youtube..)

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You can find chapter 1 here, chapter 2 here and chapter 3 here

Read this fic on AO3

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The following week, Azriel read Elain’s messages too many times to admit. He had answered her that “meat banjo” was, indeed, a vile word, and after that, they hadn’t really talked or texted.

He had saved her number as “Elain”, which had felt weirdly private. As if they were friends, which they were not. He was just her friendly helper, and she was his remedy for nightmares.

However, even though they didn’t know each other, Azriel felt an odd sensation in his chest when he thought about her. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought that he was missing her, which was absurd. But the tight little knot in his chest felt very much like longing. He tried to tell himself that this was weird and stupid. He knew that he had a crush on her (even though he hated to admit it), but he could also see that it was a pointless crush. She was an internet sensation, he was a boring IT guy. She was light and happiness and flowers, he was dark and brooding. She made people smile, he made people uncomfortable. And then there was the practical side of things. They had met on the internet. She probably lived on the other side of the country. Hell, she could even live in a different country for all he knew. She might have a partner already - it’s not like he asked. And, last but not least, she probably didn’t have a crush on him.

Before talking to her on the phone, he had just thought that she was a pretty girl that deserved kindness. But after their phone call, he had definitely developed a crush. Which was another reason why he hadn’t texted her. He didn’t want to bother her and he didn’t want to have this crush. He wanted to stop feeling like this for a girl he would never see in real life. Yet, every night before bed, he found himself on her youtube page, watching one of her many videos.

She uploaded a new video to Youtube every Friday, so when Friday came around, Azriel was itching to get home so he could go to sleep (he told himself that he was looking forward to sleeping and not to seeing her face).

However, he had an entire workday to get through first. The office was mostly an open landscape and Azriel’s desk was next to Cassian’s. The only person with his own office was Rhysand, which was fair since he was the owner of the company. At two in the afternoon, Rhys poked his head out of his office.

“You guys are still coming for dinner this weekend, right?”

“Yeah,” Azriel and Cassian answered in unison.

“I told Feyre that I would help her with the food,” Azriel continued.

Rhys looked like he was going to kiss Azriel. “Oh, god. Thank you, man. I was scared that we would have to repeat the Christmas dinner,” he said and shuddered.

Feyre hated to cook and Rhys did most of the cooking at home, but for some inexplicable reason, she always wanted to cook for holidays or family dinners. To everyone’s dismay. Christmas had been no exception. She had burned the turkey, added salt instead of sugar to the dessert and somehow managed to buy the wrong berries for her cranberry sauce. Luckily, Rhys had been prepared and bought a few frozen pizzas and some ice cream, so the day wasn’t that much of a disaster, but nobody wanted to brave Feyre’s cooking again.

“Why don’t you just cook?” Cassian asked without looking up from his screen.

“You know that she kicks me out if I so much as go near the kitchen when we have these family dinners. And since she started the hormone treatment, she has been a bit bitchy when she gets mad, so I’ll just do whatever she says.”

Azriel chuckled. He could tell from Rhysand’s tone that Feyre had been more than “a bit” bitchy.

“I don’t understand why she lets Azriel help, though…”

“Maybe because she knows that I’ll tell her to sit down with a glass of wine and a magazine, and then she can take all of the credit for the food?”

“Fair enough.” Rhys shrugged. “Just burn the food a little bit, or it won’t be believable.”

Cassian snorted. “No one would believe that something edible was made by your wife. Sorry.”

“She does make a great green smoothie, though,” Rhys grinned and held up his glass.

Azriel and Cassian looked at each other and had to bite their tongues to keep from laughing. The smoothie looked vile and smelled even worse.

After a few more minutes of small talk, Rhys went back to his office for an important phone call. “See you on Saturday,” he reminded them before closing the door.

Azriel and Cassian worked in silence for the remainder of the day.

When Azriel came home that evening, he made a quick pasta carbonara to eat in front of the TV. He was re-watching New Girl. It was his comfort show and absolutely nobody knew that he watched it (and had watched it multiple times). He would take that information with him to the grave. But it was fun and cute and sometimes he liked to imagine his friends as characters in the show. Cassian was probably Schmidt, because Nesta was one hundred percent Cece. Feyre was Jess, which meant that Rhys was Nick. And then there was Azriel. He wanted to say that he was a very cool character, but most characters on this show weren’t cool, and also, he was definitely Winston. Alone with a cat - sounds about right , Azriel thought to himself as he finished his bowl of pasta.

When the episode ended he just waited for the next to start. He didn’t have any plans for the night and nowhere to be. His phone vibrated where he had left it on the kitchen counter. He ignored it, feeling too lazy to get up. But then it vibrated again. With a sigh, he got up. He expected to see a text from Mor telling him to bring wine tomorrow, or maybe a strange meme from Cassian. What he didn’t expect was to see Elain’s name on his screen.

He could feel his heart in his throat as he read her messages.

Elain Hey, Shadowsinger. I’m uploading a new video soon. You should watch it!

Elain I hope that message didn’t sound creepy? I just meant that I think you might like it.

Azriel’s hands were sweaty.

Azriel You didn’t sound creepy at all. Of course, I’ll watch your video. May I ask what I can expect from it?

Just seconds later, Elain answered.

Elain You can ask, but I might not tell ;)

Azriel Should I be worried?

Elain Haha, no! I think it turned out great. You were my inspiration :)

Azriel could feel himself blush. He had never been someone’s inspiration before.

Azriel So, I’m your muse? ;)

Oh god, was that too flirty? Was the winky-face too much? He wished that he could take back the message.

Elain For tonight, yes!

Azriel stared at his phone, unsure of what to answer. Luckily, Elain wrote to him again.

Elain What are you doing tonight?

Azriel Nothing. Just eating pasta and watching TV. How about you?

Elain That sounds amazing. I have been editing this video for hours so I’m just tired and cranky, haha. I have just ordered a pizza and I think I’ll just eat it in bed as soon as this video has finished uploading. What did you watch?

Azriel If I told you, I would have to kill you.

Elain Oh, intriguing! Is it trashy drama? I bet it’s Grey’s anatomy! Or maybe… Love Island?

Azriel stared at his phone. Did she really think that he would watch something like Love Island?

Azriel I watched New Girl, okay. Don’t tell anyone.

Elain Your secret is safe with me! Also, I love New Girl! Especially Winston!

It felt as if someone was squeezing Azriel’s heart.

Azriel Really? Which character would you be?

Elain My pizza is here so I am going to put all of my electronics in a different room and eat my pizza while reading a good book. It was great talking to you, Azriel! Please tell me what you thought of the video when you have watched it.

Elain Oh, and I would probably be Winston’s cat. lol

Azriel almost dropped his phone. If he had to be alone with a cat for the rest of his life, he would definitely want Elain to be his cat , he thought to himself. Which was a weird thing to think about someone you didn’t know. Azriel dropped his head to his kitchen counter and took a deep breath before replying.

Azriel It was great talking to you too, Elain. Enjoy your dinner and your book :)

She didn’t answer, but she didn’t have to. Azriel was going to be thinking about her for the rest of the night anyway.

30 minutes later, he got a notification telling him that Flower Girl ASMR had uploaded a new video. The video was called “ASMR for IT-guys”, which made him chuckle. He clicked the video and Elain’s beautiful face filled his screen again.

“Hello, my lovelies, lovelies, lovelies,” she whispered in her microphone. “This week’s video will be a bit different,” she continued, slowly moving her hands in front of the camera. “This video was inspired by my friend who recently helped me with some computer-related issues, issues, issues.”

Azriel loved it when she repeated words like that. And he liked that he somehow was a part of this video. It was something that connected them. Azriel paused the video and got into bed, knowing fully well that he would probably fall asleep soon if he kept watching this.

He pressed play again. “So, today, I thought that we would try a few computer-related triggers. I have a keyboard here,” she said and started typing on a keyboard that was out of view. “I thought that I would say a few trigger words while typing them.”

She smiled at the camera and pressed a few more keys. “I just wrote my friend’s name, but you won’t get to know who he is. But you know who you are. Thank you for your help!”

Azriel felt all warm inside.

She continued the video. “The first trigger word is IP address ”. Azriel laughed as she repeated the word multiple times while typing quickly.

“And then we have, laptop, laptop, laptop,” she continued, and Azriel felt shivers go down his spine when she popped the p’s.

Azriel had never thought that he would fall asleep to someone whispering “HTML coding” in his ears, but here he was. Relaxed and ready to sleep.

All thanks to Flower Girl ASMR.

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The next day, Azriel texted Elain that he had loved the video. He waited for hours, but no reply came. Maybe she just wanted to repay me for helping her? Azriel thought. Maybe she would stop talking to him now that he had seen the video.

The thought of never talking to Elain again made him feel a new kind of ache in his chest. An ache he didn’t want to feel. This stupid crush needs to end, he muttered to himself as he started to scrub his kitchen counter. He tried to ignore the feeling by keeping busy. He cleaned his apartment and did some laundry before heading over to his friends’ house.

Rhys greeted him by the door and ushered him inside.

“She started cooking like 15 minutes ago, please save whatever can be saved,” he whispered to Azriel. Azriel chuckled and made his way to the kitchen. On the way there, he passed the living room and stopped to greet his friends. He saw most of them on a daily basis because of work, but he was still happy to see them. Cassian and his fiancée Nesta sat close together on one of the green velvet couches. On the opposite couch sat Mor and Amren. Mor was one of the journalists at Velaris News, and Amren was an editor. They had known each other for years. Amren and Rhys had studied together at university, and Mor was Rhysand’s cousin. Once upon a time, Azriel had a crush on Mor. One night after one too many glasses at Rita’s he confessed his feelings to her and she had looked horrified. He had expected her to tell him that she didn’t fancy him and leave it at that, but instead, she had blurted “I like girls!”

Azriel was the first person she ever came out to, and he had felt honored. He also knew now that they wouldn’t have worked out together in the long run (even if Mor had been straight). They were just too different. She was energetic and outgoing and fun, he needed peace and quiet. But she was still one of his very best friends.

Amren on the other hand, he didn’t know as well. She had always been very private, but she was damn good at her job.

“Where’s Varian tonight?” Azriel asked Amren, trying to make small talk.

“How should I know?” she answered quickly. “I’m not his mother.”

Cassian stared at her. “But you are his girlfriend?”

She shrugged. “I don’t like to label things.”

Nesta rolled her eyes. Amren had lived with Varian for the past two years, but she was still reluctant to tell anyone about their relationship.

Azriel made his way into the kitchen, and from what he could tell, he made it just in time.

“What are you making, Feyre?” he asked, because truthfully, he couldn’t tell.

Feyre turned around quickly as if he had startled her. “Oh, hi Az,” she said and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand.

Something was burning.

“I was trying to make lamb chops with glazed carrots, roasted potatoes, and salsa verde, but…” she gestured to the stove, which looked like a disaster.

Azriel chuckled. “That’s ambitious.” He lifted the lid from one of the pots and could clearly see that she had overcooked the lamb 10 minutes ago. Also, why had she made them in a pot, and not a frying pan? It would be inedible.

The potatoes were still in the sink, unpeeled.

She gave him a strained smile. “Will you help me?”

“Of course.” Azriel put the grocery bag he had brought with him on the kitchen island. “On one condition.”

“Anything.” She sounded desperate.

“Please, for the love of god, let Rhys cook when we come over. You really don’t have to show off. You are good at many things, Feyre. But cooking is unfortunately not one of them.”

She nodded. “I know,” she sat down on one of the stools at the kitchen island and buried her face in her hand. “I just...I need to be able to cook when I become a mother.”

Azriel took her hand in his. “You really don’t. Nobody expect fathers to be good at cooking, so why should every mother be good at it? Honestly, just let Rhys cook while you play with the kids.”

She smiled at him. “That actually sounds amazing,” she sighed.

“Right?”

Azriel started to pull out some ingredients from the bag on the kitchen island. He held up the tomatoes and the spaghetti, “How about some pasta arrabbiata with burrata?”

“Sounds fancy.”

He shrugged. “Everything sounds fancier in a different language. It’s just pasta with a spicy tomato sauce, and burrata on top.”

“Whatever you make will probably be better than that mess,” she said and glanced towards the stove. Azriel couldn’t disagree.

“Probably,” he laughed and got to work. Azriel placed all the pots and pans in the sink and started chopping the vegetables for the sauce, and in just 30 minutes, dinner was served.

“You are my hero,” Feyre said and kissed his cheek as she carried the big bowl of pasta to the dining room.

Everyone had already gathered around the table, wine glasses in hand. As Azriel sat down, Mor poured him some wine.

“This looks amazing,” Nesta said and Cassian nodded in agreement.

“Thanks, Az helped a little,” Feyre said and winked at Azriel.

“Just a bit,” Azriel said and took a sip of wine.

The conversation (and wine) flowed freely, as it always did. Cassian and Nesta told them about their wedding plans, Mor gushed about Emerie, a girl she was dating, and Feyre told them about life as a high school art teacher. Azriel would never understand how anyone could choose to spend their days with teenagers, but Feyre loved it.

After two bottles of wine, Nesta and Mor were in an argument about which animal was the cutest.

“No, I am telling you, Sloths are cuter than any animal ever,” Mor exclaimed. “Have you seen their dopey little faces?”

“Sloths? Really?” Nesta looked at her as if she had suggested that the sky was green. “Red pandas are way cuter! They are cute and cuddly, Sloths just look like every single stoner I went to high school with.”

They had been at it for 10 minutes, which Azriel found to be quite impressive.

“Can you both just shut up?” Amren gritted out. “The cutest animals are koalas. They’re even cute when they fight. I am right, you are wrong. Please stop this meaningless discussion before I die from boredom.”

Nesta and Mor looked at Amren, and then at each other.

“We obviously have to see Koalas fight if you want us to end this conversation,” Mor said.

Nesta nodded. “Obviously. Give me your phone, Az,” she said and reached for his phone.

“Why do you need my phone?”

“Because mine is dead and yours is right there on the table. Also, your screen is big and we need to watch this in full HD, for obvious reasons.”

Azriel huffed a laugh, unlocked his phone, and handed it to Nesta.

She clicked the Youtube app, and then her face fell. She looked at Azriel as if he was an alien, and then she showed the phone to Cassian who looked at him with the same facial expression.

What the hell had they found?

He didn’t have anything weird on his phone. And he sure as hell didn’t watch porn on it.

“What?” Azriel asked, and Nesta turned the phone.

Fuck. The last video he had watched was still loaded on Youtube, and of course, it was Elain’s latest video.

“What the hell is this?” Nesta asked, almost looking angry.

Azriel didn’t understand why she found ASMR so wrong, but he desperately wanted to explain himself.

“Well, it’s ASMR. It’s kind of… well, it’s hard to explain, but it helps me sleep and– “

Nesta interrupted him before he could finish. “I know what ASMR is. I am wondering why you are watching Elain?”

Azriel stared at Nesta in shock. Did she also like Elain’s videos? But that wouldn’t explain the anger and confusion.

“Do you...know her?” Azriel asked.

“Yes, we went to university together. She’s our florist for the wedding. She was the florist at their wedding, too,” Nesta answered and gestured towards Rhys and Feyre. “Surely you have met her?”

Azriel could do nothing but shake his head in confusion. If he had ever met Elain, he would have known. You didn’t forget a face like hers.

“Please tell me you’re not stalking her like some creep, Az. Honestly, her last boyfriend was the world’s biggest asshat.”

“I’m not stalking her,” Azriel blurted out. “I’m just watching her videos to fall asleep, I promise. I– I didn’t know that you knew her.”

Nesta eyed him suspiciously. “So, is this just a coincidence?”

He nodded. “Weirder things have happened,” he said, trying to lighten the mood.

Nesta glanced at Cassian, and then back at Azriel. “Fine,” she said after a small eternity. “You would probably be cute together anyway. Sorry for insinuating that you would be a stalker.” She really did look remorseful. “That wasn’t fair. I’m just very protective of her. She’s the nicest girl, but she has horrendous taste in men.”

Azriel couldn’t answer, because his mind was still stuck on the fact that Nesta said that they would be cute together. He wanted to ask Nesta why she thought that. He kind of also wanted to ask her if Elain lived here in Velaris, and what her favorite movie was, and if she, by any chance, had a boyfriend. But he refrained, he didn’t want to sound like a stalker.

“So, what the fuck is ASMR?” Cassian asked. “Is it like porn?”

Before Azriel could answer, Rhys said “It’s like porn for your ears, I guess,” and then the entire table was laughing.

“Nesta,” Feyre said when the laughter had died down. “Does Elain still have that cute, little shop on River Street?”

“Mhm,” Nesta answered and took a sip of her wine.

Azriel could kiss Feyre for asking. And if he wasn’t mistaken, he could see her wink in his direction before raising her water glass to her lips.

Azriel walked home that evening with a million thoughts in his head.

He made a list in his head:

Elain lived in Velaris

River Street was literally a 10-minute walk from his home.

Nesta thought that they would be cute together

This meant nothing

She probably didn’t even like him back

Just because they were in the same city, it didn’t mean that they would ever meet.

This was still just a crush

And it was probably one-sided

She hadn’t even answered his latest text message.

And as if on cue, his phone vibrated in his pocket.

Elain I’m sorry that I didn’t answer you earlier. I’ve been at work all day. We had a leak in the basement and everything was just chaos. I haven’t even checked my phone until now.

He mentally scratched number 9 from his list.

Azriel No worries! Did you fix the leak?

Azriel checked the time on his phone: 23.30

Had she dealt with this leak until now?

Elain Yes! But so many flowers were ruined (I’m a florist) and I had to remake a few arrangements for a wedding that’s coming up.

Elain I’m sorry. You probably don’t care. I’m happy that you liked the video :)

Azriel wanted to tell her that he did care. That everything she said was interesting to him. He would probably even find her Starbucks order fascinating. But that bordered on stalker behavior.

Azriel Again, no worries! Sometimes when you’ve had a bad day, you just need someone to vent to.

Elain Exactly! Thank you for letting me vent :) This day is finally over!

There was a selfie attached to the last message.

Elain was standing in front of a big window surrounded by flowers. She was wearing a white, oversized shirt and her hair was in a messy bun. She looked tired but happy. She was giving him ‘thumbs up’ in the photo and through the window, he could see the Sidra. They were indeed in the same city. It made him both happy and nervous.

Elain Sweaty but happy to be heading home :)

Azriel received that last message when he walked through the door to his apartment. What the hell was he supposed to answer?

But then he thought back to Nesta’s words.

You would probably be cute together.

So he took a deep breath and gathered all his courage.

Azriel You still look beautiful though

He stared at his phone. Would she answer? Would she block him? Would she tell him to stop being a creep?

Elain Thank you :) What do you look like? I might have forgotten ;)

Okay. That was flirty. Even Azriel could tell that that was a flirty text message, and he was usually oblivious to such things. He quickly walked to his bathroom (it was the room with the best lighting). He checked his shirt (no stains) and mussed with his hair.

“Good enough,” he muttered, and snapped a selfie.

Before he could chicken out, he sent it to her.

Within seconds, he received a reply.

Elain Beautiful!

#elriel #elriel fanfic #acotar fanfiction #acotar #elain x azriel #elain archeron #azriel x elain #azriel

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yeolmae-s · 3 years ago

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a chanbaek analysis from a veteran exo-l (part 2)

CLICK HERE TO READ PART ONE

Writing this was a bit harder in comparison to the first part, because I wanted to organize things into a neat timeline, but I ended up not having enough patience for it lol specially because both of ChanBaek's main archive blogs seem to have deleted their pages documenting each date of EXO's early years. Therefore I apologize in advance if this part is a bit more messy. Also, please don't forget that all of this is my opinion and I don't mean for any of it to be taken as truth!

I kind of want to jump from MAMA era directly into Wolf era, since we don't really have a lot of cover regarding their debut phase besides Chanyeol's overeagerness and Baekhyun's awkwardness towards it, so to sum it up, I felt as if Chanyeol was more confident and consistent on what he thought an idol should act like, while Baekhyun (sweet, innocent Baekhyun who was a trainee for less than a year!) was still unsure on how to act on camera.

On the few early variety shows/interviews EXO appeared on, the members always pointed out how funny Baekhyun was, how good he'd be at variety and at doing imitations, but he never really lived up to all the praise on camera, although off of it, he most likely was as good as his members claimed.

He was a bit stiff on his early days in comparison to what we see today, and that's normal, I guess, since he debuted really quickly, but when you compare him to Chanyeol the contrast is so interesting, because the latter was able to latch on to a persona as soon as the public gave him one, while to me, Baekhyun was still doubtful regarding what to put on display. In the end, deep inside, Baekhyun is a private person, and was even more so when he wasn't confident enough to talk to fans like he does today.

Once again, I’m sorry for not being able to upload the gifs directly into the post, so I’ll just link them like I did on my last one.

This is another one of the moments where Baek appears to tell Chanyeol to just. Hold on for a bit.

There's another one similar to this where Chanyeol does the same thing (try to whisper on Baekhyun's ear) and Baekhyun fake laughs and stares at a fan's camera right after. Then, his expression just goes blank. It's really interesting to watch because you can just see the gears spinning on Chanyeol's brain as he stares at Baekhyun for a second and clearly thinks alright, fanservice time, and leans in to whisper something: it happens so fast you just know it wasn't genuine whispering, just a playful interaction for the fans, and Baekhyun's direct stare to the camera as soon as it happens just confirms this for me.

1: Chanyeol spots his target.

2: He’s really thinking this through.

3: Baek's in a perfect position for whispering-time, so he leans in and does his thing.

4: Baekhyun laughs.

5: And stares directly at a fan's camera.

6: Immediately regrets his life choices. Chanyeol looks pleased.

It's actually better to watch the whole thing, so I'll leave it here. (starts on 0:28!)

(Random note: on this date EXO perfomed a cover of H.O.T's We Are The Future, and I feel like a lot of new EXO-Ls have not seem it and I adore this performance, so I'll link it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r1-z4s3fdgo)

Now let's jump on to Wolf era, shall we?

Wolf era

I can't help but laugh when I think about how wild 2013 was for both EXO and EXO-Ls. They had their first hit song (which was Growl, not Wolf) the fandom grew considerably, shippers where just discovering the cute ISAC moments between "BaekYeol" and "HunHan"... Or at least that's how everyone remembers most of what happened during that year.

Are we forgetting the rumoured ChanBaek fight?

Considering their past interactions on airports, SMTOWN concerts, ISAC and other events, ChanBaek was now widely known to be close to each other. Baekhyun even said Chanyeol was the one who made him open up, and both of them mentioned feeling this "connection" to each other as soon as they met (although jokingly).

After Mama, the fandom was content-less for a considerable period of time, and what most people did was sharing around old performances and repeat overused memes. I think that in every fandom there is a period where fans establish their main inside jokes and basically just get together to create a collective line of thought for perceiving their idols. That being said, one of the most well established facts in the fandom was that Chanyeol and Baekhyun were close. That was a fact.But then Wolf came, and they suddenly were not.

This gif is a good example of how awkward their interactions were. Not even my delusional shipping brain in 2013 was able to come up with an explanation for it.

They simply did not acknowledge each other at all, and Chanyeol appeared to be closer to Kyungsoo (I think Baekhyun interacted a lot with Tao, but that may have been during the Growl era, not Wolf. As I said before, I'm a Chanyeol stan guys, sorry lmao).

Point is, these two boys who seemed to be best friends suddenly were clearly distant from one another.

What added fuel to the fire of the rumours was their appearance on Sukira, a radio show, where Sehun cried because the members sometimes had fights. Here's a fanacc:

[130530] EXO at Sukira

Sehun cried because the members sometimes fight.

Sehun: "Let's be loyal to each other, don't fight, and go until the end"

D.O: "We've been under a lot of stress lately because of the comeback, so I wish we won't fight in the future and do our best"

Here's a video cut of this part of their interview.

I think this ask on lets-talk-baekyeol, a popular ChanBaek analysis blog from back in the day, shows how curious a lot of fans were.

What happened back then?

There's really no answer for that. On my opinion, not even Chanyeol or Baekhyun could give us a concrete answer on it, because I don't think an actual fight happened. For me, it was most likely a personality clash, a disagreement that probably wasn't even voiced out loud, just both of them noticing how uncomfortable things got, if Baekhyun's reactions to Chanyeol's fanservice is any indication. I somehow doubt there was a specific episode that created this distance between them, specially because during Growl, they went back to being friends, although not as touchy on camera as before, as if one of them had established their limits (oh, I wonder who!), but I still have this feeling that all of this was unspoken, because unspoken things seem to be a pattern on ChanBaek's relationship (something I'll touch on later, hopefully).

But it was during Growl era that I noticed something else about Baekhyun.

Wolf era

EXO'S Showtime was a such a gift. I recommend reading lets-talk-baekyeol's blog for this. I don't really agree with everything they say they do present a lot of relevant points. I may repeat them here, since I noticed them myself as well, but credits for them nonetheless.

I remember finding the lack of ChanBaek interactions during the episodes really dissappointing, but considering the Wolf Era drought, this was better than nothing.

My 13 year old self was devastated when Baekhyun appeared so quiet during Chanyeol's birthday episode, and during a recent rewatch of it, I think realized why.

Baekhyun doesn't like superficial things. It's not that Chanyeol is insincere, but he's just better than Baekhyun is at handling people pleasing, even when he doesn't really mean what's he saying/doing. The Chanyeol birthday episode was heavily centered on Chanyeol's random admiration for Kai, which I think we can all agree that it was a little bit scripted or a really spur of the moment thing that they just ran along with and oh man. Baekhyun did not want to be part of it.

During ChanKai's hug, this is what he looked like on the background, and the poor boy even refused to eat cake. He's just in the back, which is weird, because he's such a talkative person and Chanyeol is one of his closest friends. The only moment where he seems to be genuinely comfortable is when Chanyeol blows the candle and it's really cute. To me, it seems that he was kind of embarrassed to witness so much acting from everyone else and was unable to participate because he struggles with things like this, but the moment Chanyeol blows his candles to comemorate his birthday seems sincere enough for him to fondly smile.

This ties in so well with everything from Mama Era. He's just unable to keep acting/people pleasing on the same easy way that Chanyeol does, but this time he's not as nervous about it as he was on his earlier-early days, where he probably felt pressured to actually do stuff. Now he just doesn't do **it, he just doesn't do something that he dislikes doing, and that sadly creates a distance between them on camera and probably on a deeper level in their relationship as well, because both are just realizing how different their perceptions over their jobs is.

There's also this moment that the mods on lets-talk-baekyeol pointed out.

On the Christmas episode, when the members leave the couch to go get their presents, Chanyeol stays seated while Baekhyun gets up to fetch his. This is the sitting arrangement before (almost) everyone got up:

But when Baekhyun comes back, there's free space next to Chanyeol, however he's hesitant to sit by his side. He actually hesitates and doesn't sit down. Jongdae even gives him a little push right after.

Baek just seems hesitant to do things on camera, to interact with Chanyeol in front of an audience. For this moment, I feel like he's afraid to sit next to Chanyeol and end up having to over act. It's not that Chanyeol himself makes him uncomfortable, but the image of the friendship that they ended up creating for fans demands a lot from him.

And when I say hesitant to do things on camera, I really do mean it, because when Baekhyun thinks he is not being recorded/seen, here's what he does:

Here and here.

Their relationship clearly changed, and I think the reason for it is actually simple: both of them were under the impression that they were compatible with each other when they actually were not. Their personalities are extremely different, even if the way they present themselves is sometimes similar. Wolf and Growl era was our way, as fans, of watching them navigate around each other and finding out how their relationship was supposed to work.

And you know what's nice about that? The members watched all of it unfold. Their reactions to some of ChanBaek's interaction is a gold mine when it comes to analyzing them, because they clearly know, just as we do, that their relationship is kind of complicated. But I want to talk about it on the next part.

I am sorry for cutting this off again! I don't know if the next part is going to be the last, because after Growl there's Overdose and we all know what happened on 2014 [coughs] dating scandal [coughs] god help me I don't want to talk about it [coughs] so there's a lot to uncover and I need time to organize stuff.

Thank you for reading!

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someonestolemyshoes · 4 years ago

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Off the Record

Hello!! I am super excited to finally post my entry for @levihan-drabbles competition :D The prompt was super interesting and I had a tonne of fun writing this one!

The prompt I received was: Hange posts a picture of Levi somewhere and it becomes a meme.

(For those curious, this is the meme I used for inspiration)

Hange pushed her plate across the table and grinned at him. "Levi! Fancy seeing you here! To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Levi's lip curled.

"You know what," he said. Hange braced her elbows on the table and rested her chin atop her knotted fingers.

"Enlighten me."

Colour rose in Levi's cheeks. For a moment, Hange felt a little guilty. For all Levi's grumbling and grunting, Hange had never seen him angry before.

"That bullshit article."

"Ah. Was there a problem?"

Hange met Moblit in a small cafe a little way down the road from the newsroom. She was in good spirits—her morning had been productive; she'd made steady headway with research for her next interview, finished the final edits for a few smaller tabloid pieces she'd been meaning to brush up, attended three short, perfunctory meetings on tedious company policy, and laid the groundwork for another exciting interview opportunity.

She felt good. And now she had the pleasurable prospect of a hearty lunch, a passable cup of coffee, and perhaps best of all, Moblit's company. His company, and his camera.

Hange threw herself into the seat opposite Moblit the moment she spotted him, hunched over his laptop in a corner of the cafe. He lifted his coffee cup just in time for Hange to clatter against the table, the thin metal frame rattling precariously. She offered him a sheepish grin.

"Sorry," she said, and then, "got anything exciting?"

"I don't know about exciting. Interesting, maybe, but no breaking news."

Hange flagged down a passing waitress with one hand, and waved Moblit off with the other. "Doesn't matter, doesn't matter," she said, then paused to order a drink and her favourite sandwich. "Tell me anyway."

"I got a tip-off from a waiter at Sina's."

Hange's eyes sparkled behind her glasses. She sat forward in her chair, folding her arms on the table top as she leaned closer. "Who?"

"Take a guess."

Hange grinned at him. Moblit was not one to play coy; he did his job and did it well, and reported his findings efficiently. To leave her to question it meant one of two things; he had photographed someone very high profile indeed, or it was somebody Hange was, for better or for worse, well acquainted with.

Or perhaps, if she were lucky, it was both.

"Let me see him, then."

Hange had taken far too much time in the cafe with Moblit. He had given her a rundown of all the details he'd gathered during his field work that morning, and shown her through his extensive photo gallery. It was impressive, the kind of archive Moblit could cultivate with only a 45 minute breakfast window.

Hange had been delighted. Moblit was right; it wasn't breaking news, nothing particularly thrilling, but there was a corner of the Internet, Hange knew, that would delight in a trashy little article just like this. Something quick and simple to bulk up the social media feed for the afternoon.

Plus, there was a series of pictures Moblit had snapped, a cluster he'd thought to be of no real merit, that Hange simply could not pass up.

She could lay down no facts with a story like this one. There was no hard-hitting investigative journalism to be had, but she could at least offer some speculation based on her knowledge of the subjects involved, and spin a tale juicy enough to get people talking.

It took little time at all to put the article together. Hange scribbled up an outline for the contents—the location; Sina's in downtown Hizuru, a luxurious restaurant serving five star meals at every hour of the day. High in quality, sickeningly steep in price. The time of day; 9am. To the best of Hange's knowledge, this was rather out of character for the subject. He was an early riser, but according to their interview last March pending the premiere of his newest movie, he wasn't the type to eat much at all before lunch time.

And then, the company. Eren Yeager was a relatively well-known actor, barely an adult at nineteen. He starred in his first role a decade earlier, and had seen commercial success in multiple movies and TV shows ever since. He had been something of a prodigy in his younger years, bold and precocious, possessing a natural talent many actors years his senior couldn't even hope for. As Hange understood it, he had recently hit a rather troublesome phase. An interesting line of inquiry, but despite his talent and his fame, Eren's presence was simply a cameo, compared to the subject of the article Hange was drawing up.

Levi Ackerman.

Levi is a fan favourite and a media delight. He's attractive no doubt, and his performance in any and every role is almost always met with critical acclaim. Outside of his career, however, he's an elusive thing, silent in any matters pertaining to his private life. He avoids any public event like the plague, and rarely shows his face at premieres or award ceremonies if he can possibly avoid it. He gives interviews only when required by some contractual obligation or other, or else when the journalist in question is so painfully persistent that it is simply easier to give in than to keep fighting.

Little of his personal life is known, but it is impossible for someone in Levi's position to avoid interacting with anybody at all, and even the great Levi Ackerman is not above scrutiny.

There are rumours. Several of them, accounts from fellow cast members, from staff, from directors, and even Erwin, his manager, has alluded more than once to Levi's sour disposition. He is prone, Hange has heard, to fits of anger, and is easily disgruntled by minor inconveniences. His dislike of anything unclean or untidy is the stuff of legends—Hange has seen this first hand, at their very first interview. He had entered the room, scowled at the chair before sitting in it, and given Hange a thorough once over before announcing, with no hint of humour, "your glasses are filthy."

Hange had found him both fascinating and quite delightful, in his own strange way. When he acts, Levi sounds eloquent; he is a master of emotive performance, wringing the last drops of anger, despair, or grief out of each and every word, or else injecting the perfect giddy jitter, or a tremor of humour when the scene called for it. As soon as the cameras stop rolling, though, Levi's tone becomes flat, and without a script, his words are clumsy and crass. He communicates poorly, quick to throw insults and crude remarks. Hange has interviewed him a number of times—she counts herself very lucky that Levi will consent to her requests without too much fuss, these days—and each time she finds herself spending half of their time together translating his answers into something a) family friendly, and b) understandable to the everyday reader.

There is nothing for Hange to translate this time. Moblit managed to speak to the waiter after Levi and Eren had vacated in hopes of gleaning any small tidbit of knowledge regarding their conversation, but the venture had been hopeless. The pair had grown silent upon the approach of any staff member, and spoke in tones too hushed for anyone nearby to hear. They learned nothing they couldn't extrapolate for themselves from Moblit's pictures; Eren looked sheepish, avoiding Levi's gaze in favour of staring into his drink, while Levi—

Levi looked furious.

Every picture featured his signature frown, which, in and of itself wasn't enough to assume Levi to be in any mood besides neutral, but some of the photos show a hint of bared teeth or pursed lips, with his brows pulled lower than normal, the space between them deeply creased. Hange found herself curious as both a journalist and as an acquaintance. They may not be friends, but Hange liked to think she knew Levi a little better than most people, at least. She could find nothing in their past interactions to suggest any relationship with Eren beyond the strictly professional. They had over a decade between them, and though they had worked together on more than one set, neither party had ever said anything to insinuate so much as a friendly attitude between them.

There was no resolution to her queries to be easily found. And luckily for Hange, this particular piece didn't require any. It was a gossip article, something spicy, jam-packed with buzzwords, what-if's and more questions than answers, designed to make people wonder. Levi's name in the title would be enough to draw people in; Eren's name was an added bonus. But the star of the show was Moblit's photography. Hange arranged the images she had chosen in a grid. In context, the pictures were intriguing, depicting a particularly ferocious part of Levi and Eren's exchange. Out of context, they looked a little ridiculous. Both would bring readers onto their home page.

Satisfied with her work, Hange queued the finished article for review, and turned her attention back to her schedule.

The article launched mid-afternoon. Hange watched, somewhat satisfied, as it was received much as she had expected it to be. The activity on their Twitter account skyrocketed, the tweet in question garnering more likes, retweets and replies in the hour after it's post than any other they’d dropped in the last month.

Hange had allowed it to slip from her mind after the first hour or so. She received praise from her bosses, and a text from Moblit, jokingly demanding she pay him even more handsomely for his work than she already had, and her cousin had called her in the evening on a quest for insider gossip she could share with her friends, but that had been the end of it. Hange thought of it no more until early the following morning, when she had stopped by the quiet little cafe beneath her flat for breakfast and her favourite coffee.

She had been polishing off her pancakes when the bell above the door chimed. She had paid little attention to the newcomer, until a shadow passed over her table, and a familiar voice said, "Oi, shitty glasses."

Hange looked up to see Levi Ackerman himself standing over her, his face twisted in a scowl.

There are perks of being reasonably acquainted with Levi. Hange always gets to conduct his interviews, and Levi only ever turns her down if her request is unreasonable. Like that time she demanded he meet her at this very coffee shop for "just a quick piece, about the cameo you did for the new season of Titans", only to show him she'd bought a new pair of glasses—"look, all clean!"—and, when pressed, admitted there was no interview at all. He had been far more hesitant to indulge her in smaller affairs after that, but Hange was still lucky enough to be his only regular interviewer after big releases.

More interviews means more commission for Hange, and more high profile work with other celebrities. Yes, being acquainted with Levi has its bonuses.

But it also has its downsides. Namely, that Levi will not hesitate to turn up at her regular coffee shop to berate her after she has posted some complete and utter wank at his expense.

Hange pushed her plate across the table and grinned at him. "Levi! Fancy seeing you here! To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Levi's lip curled.

"You know what," he said. Hange braced her elbows on the table and rested her chin atop her knotted fingers.

"Enlighten me."

Colour rose in Levi's cheeks. For a moment, Hange felt a little guilty. For all Levi's grumbling and grunting, Hange had never seen him angry before.

"That bullshit article."

"Ah. Was there a problem?"

"You're a piece of shit, you know that?"

Hange sat back in her chair and sipped at her coffee. Levi's face was full colour now, a pale pink flush from his neck right up to his hairline. Hange gave him a measured look, then kicked out the chair opposite her.

"Sit," she said. "If you have issues, I'd be happy to discuss."

Levi looked for a moment like he'd like nothing more than to strangle her. Then he pulled out the chair the rest of the way, and dropped himself into it.

"I don't give a fuck about the article," he said. "It's shitty gossip anyway."

Hange raised a brow at him. She opened her mouth to continue when, without prompt, a young waitress approached their table, practically bouncing on the spot as she stopped and gave Levi a dazzling smile. Her cheeks were flushed prettily, and Hange would have thought she were simply starstruck, if it weren't for the light of mirth in her eyes.

"Good morning, sir. Can I get you anything?" She gave Levi no chance to respond, before plowing on. "Water? Or tea, perhaps? Forgive me, but you seem a little upset. Might a nice tea calm you down?"

Levi grit his teeth. "No, thank you."

Hange almost apologised to the poor waitress on his behalf, but she didn't look bothered at all by his rudeness. In fact, she had barely turned from the table before she snorted in laughter, and caught her giggles in her hands as she scurried back behind the counter. A second passed, before all three waitresses snickered.

"That," Levi hissed, "is your fault."

Now Hange truly was confused. She furrowed her brow at him. "How does that have anything to do with me?"

"You and your stupid article," he said. Hange looked back to the waitress, who looked to their table again before falling into a fresh fit of giggles. Hange turned back to Levi, a little sympathetic.

"I think she just fancies you."

"You're trying to tell me you really don't know the mess you've caused?"

Hange shook her head slowly. Levi watched her closely, searching for proof of the lie, but Hange's earnestness must have shown through, for Levi's anger abated a little, and he slumped back on his chair.

In lieu of a verbal explanation, Levi pulled out his phone. He tapped the screen a few times, typed something out, and scrolled a little way, before placing the phone on the table and sliding it towards her. Hange pulled it closer with a frown.

The screen displayed Twitter, and showed the feed beneath the search for Levi's name. Hange scrolled a few posts, eyes widening little by little as she went.

Levi was right. The contents of the article were of little significance at all. The photo grid, however, had gone viral overnight.

It showed four pictures of Levi and Eren, taken in succession. Each one showed only a portion of the back of Eren's head, but Levi's expression in every frame was more animated than Hange had ever seen him outside of his movie scenes, and each was more distraught than the last. Face tight, jaw clenched, teeth bared, with his finger pointed condescendingly in Eren's face. The second last picture shows his brows arched and his lips pressed into a thin line, and the final one—

Hange had laughed at it in isolation when Moblit had shown her. She had fully expected it to garner a few laughs, but she hadn't expected a photograph of Levi furiously slurping his tea to become a meme in less than 24 hours.

"I see," Hange said, as she calmly slid the phone back to him. "In my defense, you don't help yourself. It wouldn't be half as funny if you didn't hold your tea cup so weird."

"In my defense," Levi snapped, "If you didn't post it online nobody would have anything to laugh at."

Hange crossed her arms on the table and leaned towards him, smiling pleasantly. "In your defense, you wouldn't have been so angry in public if it weren't for whatever Eren had to say. What was that about, by the way? I'm terribly curious."

Hange expected a very Levi response to her prying; a scowl, perhaps a quick kick under the table, an 'It's none of your damn business, four-eyes', if she were lucky.

What she got instead was a haughty sniff, and a gruff, "He's fucking my cousin."

For a moment, they were silent. Either Levi's anger at his new meme status had temporarily disabled the part of his brain that blocked any mention of his private life from slipping past his lips in the wrong company, or something about Eren's indiscretion had rattled him so much, he couldn't keep silent about it. Either way, he looked increasingly surprised—and horrified—at himself for saying it out loud. Hange's eyes were wide, and Levi's were growing wider by the second. Of all the people to slip up to, he had slipped up to her. An entertainment journalist, the one person in his life who thrived on this kind of insider knowledge.

Hange swallowed. Levi was still staring at her like a deer in headlights, no doubt painfully aware that there was no taking back what he had said now.

Hange doesn't take a great deal of pride in what she does. She feels satisfied when her stories receive the reception she'd predicted, validated in her ability to analyse their consumer base and make accurate assumptions about what will hit and what won't, but the work itself feels dirty, at times. An opportunistic scavenger feeding on whatever carrion they can find, no matter how rotten it may be.

This is a perfect opportunity. Salacious details of Levi's interpersonal relationships, right from the horse's mouth. If it were anyone else, Hange would be scribbling every word verbatim in her notebook.

But this is Levi. Levi, who seems jarred by her last article (though Hange will maintain this, at least, is no real fault of her journalism, and also, absolutely hilarious) and was clearly, for whatever reason, incensed by Eren's actions.

Hange brushed her palms over her thighs, and picked a speck of lint from her trousers.

"This is nice, isn't it?" She said, "having breakfast together. We should do it more often. It feels good to just talk, sometimes. Off the record."

Levi blinked rapidly at her. He opened his mouth, but, still too shocked by his own loose tongue to speak, he said nothing. Hange pulled her phone from her bag and fiddled around with it some, tapping here and there, until she found what she was looking for. She turned it to Levi, and said, "I think this is my favourite edit so far."

Levi finally pulled his gaze from her, and looked down at the screen. It was truly something, the way the picture snapped him out of his stunned silence. Hange had never seen someone's face pinch up so rapidly.

"Come on, it's kinda funny. And look! That's Tony Stark, right? People are so creative. And maybe, if we're really lucky, Buzzfeed will do a compilation article of all the best ways people have used your new meme."

Levi rolled his eyes at her. It looked strange, with his face so tightly twisted. Hange chuckled at him.

She nudged his ankle beneath the table with the toe of her shoe. "Lighten up, you look constipated."

"Oi, out of the two of us I'm not the one who's full of—"

"—Full of shit, I know, I know. That honour is all mine."

They lapsed into another silence, this one marginally more comfortable than the last. Hange finished the last of her coffee and checked her emails, while Levi tortured himself some more by scrolling through his Twitter feed. After a short while, he spoke again.

"That...doesn't sound bad," he said.

"Hm?"

"What you said about talking more. Off the record. It doesn't sound bad."

It was Hange's turn to flush. Heat rose in her cheeks, and she occupied herself by rifling through her bag in search of nothing.

"Yeah?" Her voice, an octave higher than usual, cracked around the vowels. She cleared her throat, "will you have more gossip for me? It's almost painful that I can't share it, you know."

"Good. I'll share as many secrets as I've got, if it'll bother you that much."

"Sounds terrible," Hange said. She tore a clean corner off her napkin and scribbled her personal number onto it. She slid it over the table to him. "Text me."

Levi pulled a face at the piece of napkin. "Is that used? Gross, shitty four-eyes." He pocketed it anyway.

Hange didn't know what else to say. Levi didn't seem to either, and so he stood, and tucked his chair back in. Hange turned her eyes down to her empty plate. Her stomach and chest felt strange, almost sickly, but in an oddly pleasant way.

Levi rapped his knuckles on the table. Hange jumped, startled, and looked up at the sound.

"This part is on the record," he said. The corner of Levi's mouth quirked into a small, barely there grin. "I heard from a reliable source that Eren was so scared on the set of Last War that he pissed his pants. Twice."

#Levihan #snk #my writing #THIS ONE WAS SO FUN I would like to revisit this one day #I enjoyed their dynamic hehe

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could we get along with svt in real life?

A collaborative series by @vernonsnostrils and me (Nala)!

A/N: Lately Bee and I have been doing daily rankings for fun and we decided to share our very very specific and dumb insights with all of you. For this one we're ranking who we think could tolerate us......... <3 Warning: Dumb info ahead

NALA:

13.Wonwoo – looks scary. I also have a rbf so imagine us together omg. Everyone would think we’re vampires. No one would want to be friends with us so we’d only have each other.

12.Woozi – I feel like I know nothing about him :-( He’s an amazing musician, and does come off as a little tiny bit mischievous. I feel like Woozi is the type of guy I have every class with but then we graduate never saying a word to each other.

11. Jun – I think Jun is funny as hell but he’s so quiet. I’d want to be his friend but I wouldn’t know how to approach him. Everyone loves him tho so he has his pick of friends and it does not include me LMAO

10. Jeonghan – (this one kind of doesn't make sense bc he should be higher on the list,, but also?? i'm the one who made this list so fite me) but I think that me and him are pretty similar. We both have a side that’s devious and wants to create havoc but we’re also the mom friend that takes care of everyone and with that I feel like we’d butt heads/ be the designated parents which is EW I am 20 years old,, I'm no one's mommy YUCK.

9. Joshua – he’s also quiet but I know he has a good sense of humour!!!! Hypes up my bad ideas bc he’s not involved -- but he will be giving me a thumbs up in the sidelines. I feel like he’s the type to make me text the guy I have a crush on “Just do it. What do you have to lose?” UM my dignity??? Tf Josh.

8.DK – The human version of a “pick-me-up” He is so “no thoughts, head empty” and I am too. Let’s go cloud watching !!!!!!!!! Let’s pick flowers !!!! A good friend to text on a bad day bc he will literally tell you the most embarrassing thing that happened to him, and even though you’ve heard it before it’ll still make you laugh.

7. The8 – simple, really. He likes art and I love art. He likes fashion, I like fashion. I feel like we could talk shit together LMAO. He has the most specific roasts but they’re always on point. I need someone who’s a little bit mean in my life <3

6. Mingyu – I know I could bully him jokingly and he’d take it (bc he knows I’m joking) but it wouldn’t stop him from pouting a bit. I feel like he’d be scared of me at first LMAO. We both share the hobby of photography so my ideal day out with him is just wandering around with cameras and taking pics of things we think are beautiful. Also forcing each other to pose in front of a dirty brick wall bc “IT LOOKS COOL, TRUST ME.” “WAIT I DON’T KNOW HOW TO POSE THO” and then he’d literally have to mold me into a good pose bc I am Play-doh

5. Vernon – The calm to my crazy, convinces me not to beat someone’s ass. Walks into my room to say nothing else but “Spaghetti” and then leaves quietly. Doesn’t talk to me for 5 months but will send me a meme at 5am bc it reminded him of an inside joke we had. Live-texts his emotions to me while watching tv shows, and shares new conspiracy theories with me. He’s a little bit too chill, I need someone ready to fuck shit up.

4. S Coups – is reliable and gives good advice bc he’s also a ball of anxiety. Nags me to do the right thing. Messes with me a lot. Would stay on the phone with me if I was home alone and told him I heard a noise. Says “Calm down there’s no one there.” BUT he’d also say shit like “check under your bed”

3. Seungkwan– I feel like we’re just as annoying as each other. He has the biggest heart and is super encouraging and thoughtful. Half the time we’re joking around, and the other half we’re fighting. Very much love-hate. Capricorns and virgos are a superior duo. I said it.

2. Hoshi– all round good vibes. Chaos and Loudness matched. Doesn’t always have to be around a lot of people bc he creates the fun when it’s just us two. The kind of friend I practice flirting on and everyone’s like ??? “You’re in love with him” no bro I’m just bored… we just do this kind of shit and he is IMMUNE to my lovey antics by now.

1.Dino– We bully each other a lot but we also have each other’s backs. Definitely not ride or dies tho bc we will tell each other when the other fucked up. We are sarcastic dumb dumbs and that’s why we like each other. I feel like he would only tell me how much he cares about me on my birthday.

BEE:

13. mingyu – i literally don’t know what i would say to mingyu. “tall man” or “what up big boy.” i would be scared of him until someone taught me how not to be. like i gotta hang out with him in a group setting for three months straight until i can say hi to him when i enter a room. if i saw him i would simply just Not See Him.

12. wonwoo – like mingyu i don’t know if i’d have anything to say to him. him and mingyu both have popular high school boy personalities and that scares me.

11. josh – besides being californian, i don’t know if we’d have anything to talk about outside of in n out and traffic. he’s too pretty for me.

10. The8 – i feel like we’ve been over this for me. he’s too intellectual and polite i wouldn’t have much to say to him. but i feel like we could talk good shit about other people.

9. jun – i think i get along well with people with quiet funny personalities. like the kind where you don’t have to necessarily say anything but look at them and they’re telling you what they’re thinking. he knows that i know. so he kept reacting and looking at me. i think it’d take a while to develop a friendship though.

8. jeonghan – i wanna cause chaos with jeonghan. i want to do lots of things with jeonghan i feel like he would give me piggyback rides while sliding with his socks on the floor. he would tease me and i would be offended for five minutes while he pretends to tell me he’s sorry (he’s not).

7. dino – dino and i would be like twins building a sandcastle on the beach. that’s our vibe. like the kids you meet on vacation and play pirates with at the pool. relegated to the kids table kind of vibe.

6. scoups – he’s like the type to play catch with the stuffed animal in the room while we sit on the floor and chat. like he just arrived and is asking me about my day and picks it up from my bed and we throw it around while talking.

5. seungkwan – i think seungkwan and i could sit and talk outside on the patio when the stars are bright. like we could sit outside and stare out at the stars while i talk about my biggest dreams and don’t even need to see him to know that he thinks the world of me

4. hoshi – i see a lot of face masks. hoshi teaches me how to dance while they rest on our faces, but they keep sliding off because we’re laughing too hard. he has immaculate vibes, like the type to say “here for a good time not for a long time” but it’s an absolute lie because he’s there for both.

3. woozi – although i like to joke that he’s an evil little man, i think we could talk a lot about music and he would be very happy to teach me what he knows, and we’d spend a lot of time developing ideas and growing together.

2. vernon – he has the personality of my irl best friend, like a slightly chaotic aquarius who is horrendously hard to reach like 99% of the time. he’s the kind of guy who would try to make dinner but end up fucking it up so horribly that when i come in it’s like smoky and awful and the fire alarm is going off, so i have to air out the apartment and go get takeout and bring it home to my burned smelling apartment and eat it on the floor of the living room while binge watching a new netflix show.

1. dk – i just love the kind of joy and energy he radiates, like would be excited to do anything at all if it’s with me. would love to accompany me on any task if i just asked, like getting ice cream at 10pm and he’d know exactly what kind of flavor he’d get so it could accompany mine well when we inevitably switched halfway through the cone. saves the bottom of the cone, the chocolate tip, for me because he knows it’s my favorite.

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