#needed these out in the world so I can make random doodles without a care

[sinhasfluffyheadfur]

first time drawing twst characters and these two immediately captivated me with their weirdo swag and I thought giving them more unnatural skin tones would be fun. as a treat :)

[merakiui]

To celebrate Deuce coming home, how about some gentle non on Deuce?

You can’t tell me he isn’t the most lovesick, delusional yan alongside Kalim. You were nice to him one day and let him borrow your notes? You must want him too!

You’ll groggily come to in your bed in Ramshackle, a burning pressure between your legs and in your lower belly. Looking down, your scream is stifled by a gag as you find Deuce between your thighs, suckling on your clit like his life depends on it.

“I- I didn’t mean to wake you up!” He moans breathily as he continues attacking your poor, aching clit. Pulling back the hood, he laves his tongue over the sensitive nub before attaching himself back onto it with new fervor. The sensation is so much more intense without the protective hood over it and you sob, squirting on his face while he smiles gently at you.

Slowly he’ll climb on top of you, pushing into you with a groan. This is both of your first times and he knows it <3 “Sevens, I love you,” he’ll hiss out as he hammers into you, cockhead rubbing at your cervix to increase the chances of his seed taking in you <3

Yes, you two are young and still in college and it’ll be so much harder to become an honors student while also being a father. But his mum mentioned she wanted grandkids one day and besides, you look so wonderful swollen and full. He’ll worship your pregnant body by giving you oral day and night <3 your wonderful, devoted, forced, loving husband <3

orz I need him ppls.

Omg yes yes!!!! orz admittedly, he’s sloppy with his technique because he’s never done anything like this before and he’s so excited and happy to finally experience his first time with you. He’s definitely thought about doing it with you plenty of times, daydreaming about all the things he could tell you while he’s pounding you into the mattress. But instead all he can manage is a confession of love over and over, and it’s the truth because he wouldn’t dare lie to you about his feelings. He’s always loved you, and you love him, right? Otherwise why would you go out of your way to offer your notes every class, to share a notebook with him and doodle random things when both of you are bored, to sit with him at lunch, to bring him snacks when you hang out, to wave at him, even going to his track club meets to show support? So you love him just as much as he loves you!

He’ll take such good care of you when you’re pregnant. He’ll work hard in his studies to get good grades, he’ll do his best to be the most loving father and husband, and he’ll do everything he can in hopes of one day becoming a magical police officer. He loves thinking about the future now that he has you and a child on the way. It used to seem a little scary and uncertain, but now with you in the picture he’s positive things will be wonderful, even if it’ll be a little difficult trying to balance both school and parenthood. But he’s determined, and he loves you more than anything. He’ll make it work.

You’ll be granted allowances in your uniform when your bump becomes more prominent. It’s the least the oh-so-kind Crowley can do for you. The deeper you get into pregnancy, the more hormonal you become and now you’re no longer so averse to Deuce. Not that he really noticed it (or he did and chose to overlook it), and so he’s so happy when you finally start to reciprocate his affections. He always knew you liked him; you were just shy, weren’t you? You don’t need to be with him! After all, he shamelessly eats you out every other night and always proclaims, albeit while blushing, that he loves you more than anything in the world, always eagerly telling you how much he can’t wait for you to meet his mother and how he’s excited to hold the baby once they’re born! So there’s no need to feel shy, not when there are so many exciting things in your near-future.

[i-never-forgot]

Ah shoot, I know you've talked about the gang's love languages before, but I can't remember Dusknoir and Eliana's specifically— but could I request a little doodle where they're making efforts to show each other they care?

Oh Sofie you know me so well🥺thank you for the serotonin boost!

And now for the needlessly long lore-dump bc I can't help myself:

I did indeed write a post on it, but I only talked about Dusknoir’s love language (which would still stand in this case) and a generic hypothetical hero. He outwardly expresses acts of service, but I feel he would appreciate receiving quality time the most (since he might have some negative memories regarding perceived deceptions messing with words of affirmations plus his low self-esteem or receiving touch bc...you know that man has never experienced an ounce of physical affection, but he learns to appreciate it for reasons below). He feels unwanted and unloveable at his lower moments, so to have Eliana (or Lu or Grovyle/Celebi, too, admittedly) stay close to him even in simple companionable silence helps a lot; to be reassured that they're no longer afraid of him and see him as someone valuable beyond what he can offer with his hands. Play games with him (bc there's no way they wouldn't have board games or smth) or start in-depth conversations/debates/lectures with him, where he can exercise his mind, and he'll be eating out of your hand.

Eliana specifically tends to give gifts the most. She leaves things around for people she cares about, whether it's items they mentioned they needed/general explorer necessities, their favorite berries/gummis/etc, or random objects (flowers/pretty rocks/shells/leaves/etc)/keepsakes/treasures found in dungeons. You know that you've won her favor and affection if you find these sort of things laying only where you would find it, whether it be on your bed or otherwise. She loves spoiling the people she loves; it makes her feel like she's finally offering something of value for them having to "tolerate" her (but she's getting better about her self-worth issues through unending patience from her family).

(She always made sure Treecko ate first while they traveled and gave him the best items, even after they met Old Master Lucario and were in relative safety and security. She inadvertently gave Grovyle her old scarf when they were separated, but when he tried to give it back once she returned to the future, she only kept it long enough to have its wear stitched back up to regift it back to him since she knew how much it had comforted him while she was gone.)

(Once they reconcile, she gifts Dusknoir his Unlucky Sash. She secretly goes to Toxicroak and trades out enough items after she pays to have him requisition it. She doesn't say anything or give it to him directly, but when he finds it in his Treasure Bag he knows - especially since he had been trying to emulate her habit as a show of good will the last several months. It's good that he was alone in the Bluff when he discovered it because he would never be willing to explain to Grovyle or Celebi why he had started blubbering. Just a little. He would sooner die (again) than admit to it, but he was so relieved that he couldn't control himself. He hardly ever takes it off after that, wearing it like a badge of honor - only if it gets dirty or torn, and even then he gets almost unconsolably upset until Eliana reassures him that it can be cleaned/fixed. One time he takes a slashing hit for her and it rips pretty badly. He's almost sick to his stomach about it, but she has the same seamstress mentioned above embroider some Unown runes into it, followed by a symbol unfamiliar to Pokemon from their world; Dusknoir understands the runes where most uneducated in such ancient writing wouldn't, something they had bonded over previously, and it contextualizes the symbol for him without Eliana ever having to say a word. He runs his fingertips over the threads over and over when he's feeling anxious or upset, and especially if he's separated from Eliana for too long.)

Upon receiving love, believe it or not, Eliana's most inclined to crave physical affection. It's an impulse and hunger she's buried deep for many years, as she lacked in it from her childhood (boo her parents for being austere, stuffy jerks only concerned with reputation and status), and it only got worse when she lost her first partner. She closed herself off for the most part for years afterward, and her past romantic endeavors thought her too cold bc she always tended to keep them at arm's length emotionally and physically bc she was afraid of getting hurt again. But Treecko wears down her barriers and she holds him a lot, even when it's unnecessary. Having her memories wiped helped her to work through some of that with Lu, thankfully, and by the time she met Dusknoir and gave him the benefit of a doubt she was far more comfortable bumping into others and giving them head-rubs while she tried to choke down her purrs. Dusknoir indulged in her casual affection far more than he should have, but he was starving for it, too (although he was noticeably stiff and uncertain about receiving it and reciprocating; he only got more back-and-forth once Eliana revealed her identity since he was trying to pull away but couldn't help himself). When they make up Eliana is slow to warm back up to him again, but once she does she's almost always making contact with him somehow, whether it be pressing her flank against him in public, riding on his shoulders, curling around his head, or letting him carry her (although this is usually in a context where she needs it bc she gets flustered easily). She'll also nip at him or slap him with her tail if she's feeling feisty or playful. She loves it most when he pets or scratches her back since she can't always reach the places that itch or stay sore. (She loves it more when they press their foreheads together, in private, usually on the verge of sleep when both of their inhibitions are lowered...but you didn't hear that from me. She feels closest to him that way.)

(The bottom right pic is an old sketch I had so I decided to add it for posterity🥹)

[imagine-darksiders]

Hello! Hopefully caught you in a restful time. I just wanted to let you know that your writing is amazing! I neither knew what darksiders was nor cared until I stumbled onto your blog. I never played the games but the way you write the personalities of each person makes them feel alive! Like I'm talking to the people myself!

The way you write trauma is realistic and it pops up at random but amazingly along the flow that it feels both out of place and not! Reminding the reader that yes, this person is brave but they're still hurt and in no way in the optimum of sanity. Even though they're holding themselves together the way a realistic person does!

I got hooked! I never knew these characters and yet you made it so that I'll feel like I knew them all my life! I'm honestly itching to buy the game yet I'm scared that the creator of the game won't be able to reach your amazing characterizations.

Is the game truly that good? I'm a little scared to buy it then find that the game devolopers rushed it. If so, which game should I start with? Does it require a strong pc? X-box? I'm still unsure of using technology.

In all honesty, I'm trying to stop myself from writing a fanfic based on your fanfic. Though, it wouldn't be the same. I still have assignments to finish and I haven't been writing stories that much. Do you have any advice for new writer? Even ones about writing-work-life balance? Or, how to bring a character to life?

I'm mostly fantasising about the storyline in my head, and drawing doodles of it on whichever paper is closest to me.

Which brings me to your fantastic art! Your anatomy is amazing! The way your draw facial expressions makes it feel like they're talking around me in real life! The body types have a wide range that I don't see often and oh so thankfull to see!

From darksiders Death looking like death ran over him to darksiders Fury and the female maker twin looking like what one would expect a fighter and weapon maker would look like! Even the reader character looks amazing!

Would it be okay if I ended up following your timeline? I still don't know much about the game and most of the information I'm diffusing into my brain is from your writing.

I hope you well. With care, Illya💜.

Ah jeez, ‘are the games truly that good?’

I’m biased, so I’m going to say hell yes they’re good. They’re all so different too. I got the first game when it came out in 2010 and fell in love with the style and characters, so going into 2 I already had that love for the franchise. My advice is always to start with the first game. You get an introduction to the world, the story and the characters and it just feels more meaningful when you play the sequels. I had it on the Xbox 360, but it runs perfectly okay on any system. I don’t know if it runs on Macs though.

Alternatively, you could watch the cutscenes, but I personally never get as attached to the story if I’m not playing the game myself.

I’d be so unequivocally excited if people wrote fics based on my stuff. So long as it wasn’t like word for word, you know.

Advice for new writers? Obviously focus on your studies, they’re far more important. Which is rich coming from me, I’d write during lectures all the time. But I still managed a 1st so lol. Otherwise: Get a notebook and a pen, I write so much faster when I’m not doing it at a computer. Also, don’t get hung up about making the characters too oc, you’ll forever be fretting over that, just write them as naturally as you can and love doing it. Most of my writing I do in the evening when nothing is expected of me and I can get stuck in without getting distracted.

Use simple language in your first draft. Repeat words, don’t worry about saying the same thing for the first draft, so long as you get the chapter written out, you can fuss out the finer details later. I’m guilty of getting hung up on vocabulary.

Dude. I need to see those doodles.

You can follow my timeline, no worries. Darksiders isn’t mine, all I’ll say is I’d prefer if people didn’t try to write ahead of where CHWH is currently and claim that’s how the story should/does continue.

I’m so pleased you’re enjoying my writing and art, I’ve noticed your username popping up in my notifications a lot, and it gets me all excited like ❤️ 🌟🌈🥰✨💫🫠

[the-hungdeli-hermit]

This is the first time for me getting so obsessed with my oc it’s almost scary. But hey, I did say I’d make a somewhat of a ref sheet, even if I can hardly consider it one. It’s your choice to get to know my sweet baby or not, though you can read the text below to get some music recommendations at the end.

(and just a lil’ doodle of Roulette wishing to be friends with 808)

Roulette (or just Ru)

Height - 162

Age - 24 

A no-nonsense type of woman at first glance, Roulette is an HR Assistant at Vandelay Tech, starting her job at least 3 months after the the ending of the main game. A walking dichotomy of a person, you can never guess what she is currently thinking or might blurt out, so you might say there’s never a dull moment with her. 

Despite her outwardly cold and standoffish appearance (and sometimes even attitude), Roulette is actually a pretty friendly and deeply caring person, willing to help most folks in need. She usually remains polite with her colleagues, and even jokes around with some of them. Despite “hating” her job (it’s complicated), she tries to take it seriously, and keep a positive attitude in most situations.

Outside of work, Roulette is more… quirky, bordering on being a weirdo even by her friends’s standards. They have to sometimes keep a good eye on her just so that she wouldn’t do anything brash or crazy, especially when bored. Rather candid and open-minded, most people feel at ease with her, and can sense that they won’t face that big of a judgement while discussing what’s troubling their minds. That openness to most things though might be fuelled by her insatiable curiosity.

Even with her rather amiable and upbeat demeanour, she is a introverted individual who almost always seeks to isolate herself from the outside world, escaping into her fantasies where she doesn’t have to worry about her existence and personal problems. Unfortunately for Roulette, her consciousness doesn’t let her off easy, manifesting a sort of tulpa-esque being that only she can see. That is literally herself. 

(might as well call it a shadow now that I think about it)

Some facts and tidbits✨

Can forge signatures pretty well, and picked that skill up from her last job (nothing really illegal; can’t forge super simple signatures, Chai’s included)

Doesn’t really have a specific fashion style. She doesn’t like being restricted in any way when it comes to her choices, so she prefers wearing anything she deems fitting for her

Which is almost everything.

Prefers it when people use her nickname instead of full name, for a reason that might seem a bit surprising. To her, using a nickname helps set some sort of imaginary wall between her and other people, making Ru feel just a bit more comfortable. With that, only people that are close to her can use her full first name without her getting annoyed or angry

But most people can’t even read/pronounce it so-

It’s even worse with her last name

On the topic of names, she likes giving out nicknames to both friends and random people (and it helps since she’s often bad at remembering names)

Likes clever words-play, puns included (loves them because they are funnily stupid)

Has anger issues stemming from her past, but she’s trying to work on that (and is not always successful on that front)

Tries to let off some steam through fighting games and her hobbies (which, apparently there are a good few of them)

Master baker and master bai-

No, literally. Makes bomb banana bread and other treats

Has chromesthesia, but doesn’t even realise it

Picks at her skin/hair/lashes, bites her lips when feeling anxious or frustrated (🫵 coded?)

Her hair bun and locks are constantly inconsistent (and not because I don’t know how to draw them one way, she’s just like that)

A sensitive baby as a whole, though you won’t be able to pick up on that easily

Sometimes knows too much. Take that as you will.

(didn’t know what theme song to give her when she’s all “chill“, but Ladytron’s “Ghosts“ and NIN’s “Discipline“ kinda fit her.

(Though you can probably listen to “With Teeth“ and understand her current mood and feelings better)

(might draw Chai next just to see how he looks under my pen)

[campbells-content]

Here to drop some random ml hcs or scenarios on yall and then probably disappear for another month.

Before becoming ladybug, Marinette would always convince her friends to play in the rain or jump in puddles. Right after becoming ladybug the idea of asking Alya to don a raincoat and come outside seemed childish. After being Ladybug for a while, rain only reminds her that there are people out there that she can't help. People who have storms in their brains so strong that even Hawkmoth avoids them. Nino, the closest friend she's had since childhood notices for a second that she no longer looks at puddles with wonder. He brings Alya and Adrien to Marinette on a rainy day, telling them to wear raincoats and clogs. Neither know what clogs are. They get there, waiting outside as Nino went up. Marinette is kindof against it, saying its a waist of time or she was too busy but Nino drags her down anyway. Nino runs out to join Alya and Adrien who were already jumping in puddles but he turns back when he notices Marinette hesitate under the over hang. She's asking herself existential questions like how can she act like a child and play in the rain when someone might need her. Nino grabs her hand and pulls her arm into the downpour making them both laugh as it instantly soaked what little if her sleave was exposed. In that moment she remembered why she loved the rain so much and they all played in the rain like kids because they are kids and they are allowed to enjoy the little things. The rain eventually stopped but they didn't, jumping in puddles and dancing without a care in the world.

(If you can't tell i am releasing all of the creativity that has been trapped within me since my last post.)

After using the dragon miraculous a couple more times kagami starts to collect little trinkets and tells no one, not even her mother. They are her little secret and they belong to her alone.

(When yall think of dragon side effects, do yall see her as cold blooded or a literal heater? I like the heater because when everyone is in t-shits and pants, Kagami literally exhales steam.)

Every time Juleka mutters indecipherably, there was a curse word somewhere in her statement.

Nino and Marinette eat Funyuns but Nino prefers off brand. Adrian eats salt and vinegar chips. Alya eats cheetos. Chloe eats the vegetable chips. Lila eats the vegetable straw chips. Sabrina eats the cheddar pringles, not necessarily by choice. Juleka eats purple doritos. Luka and Zoe eat blue doritos. Rose eats spicy doritos. Kagami does not eat chips but she will take one from any of them if offered. Also, Mylene and Ivan eat basic potato chips together, Kim eats cheese doodles, Max eats different flavours of ruffles and Nathaniel and Alix sit away from everyone eating seaweed.

(If i missed someone I'm sorry, i got the important people. (A part of me feels like i might've mixed up Chloe and Lila on the vibe check but oh well.))

Marinette has bubbles in her desk because they remind her of Nino.

Alya trys to start controlled discourse when her friends drink different sodas but everyone is just glad they get a mini pickmeup of caffeine.

[the-writer-nerd-ro]

From the second I heard about You Awaken In A Strange Place, created by Jacob and debuted on Drawfee Extra, I knew I wanted to do a game night fic.

Jacob has the instructions for this game at pay what you want prices, so I recommend not trying to learn how to play from my little (extremely long) fic.

Shout out to @feeling--pink and @thestrangecarrotcake and my real life partner for providing suggestions to make this a little bit more improvised. I couldn't have done this without y'all.

You Awaken In A Strange Place

“It’s called You Awaken In A Strange Place, a totally improvised TTRPG. All you need is a game master, a few players, some paper, and some six-sided dice.” Marian gestured at the game of Yahtzee, which they’d raided for the game.

“How does it work?” Morgan asked, the most excited to roleplay. She ran a home game with her roommates and had been trying to get The Candy Bowl to play D&D with her for years, so it was surprising that her brother had been the one to bring a TTRPG to the table.

“There are five of us, so not everyone is going to get to pick a category, but everyone go ahead and roll two dice, add up the numbers, and tell me.”

“Eleven,” Morgan said.

“Four,” Hunter said.

“Seven,” Maddox said, smug that she’d beaten Hunter.

“Snake eyes,” Sara said with glee, not caring that she got last place.

“Okay, Morgan, pick a genre, write it down so you guys don’t influence each other, Maddox you’ll pick a location, and Hunter gets to pick a random adjective.”

Once everyone had written it down he collected the slips of paper.

“Okay, our game will be a Rusty Western, set in a town where it’s always winter. This is actually incredibly cohesive.”

“Western?” Maddox was surprised, “I didn’t know you liked Westerns.”

“I took a class on Western short fiction in college, it’s a fun genre.”

“Huh. Neat.”

“Okay, now, in the same order as your first rolls, everyone will say one true thing about the world. Anything you say is true and we will adapt to it, once we start playing you can make up new things about the world, but you’ll have to roll to see if it’s true or if it’s true in a way that’s bad for you.”

“Ooh, fun,” Sara’s eyes gleamed. Nothing was more fun than negative consequences in a low stakes game.

“Morgan, you’re first.”

“Right, since it’s always winter and it’s a western, instead of gun fights people have figure skating duels.”

Marian grinned and wrote that down.

“Maddox?”

“Uhhhh… This is hard.”

“It can be anything at all, big or small,” Marian encouraged.

“Instead of livestock like cows and horses, people have domesticated reindeer and polar bears,” Maddox said after a minute.

“Hell yeah,” Hunter said, surprised by her own excitement.

“Alright, Hunter, what do you think? And Sara, I’ll let you add two things because you didn’t get to pick any of the categories.”

Sara flashed a thumbs up.

“Okay, there’s a nearby town where it’s always summer and we hate those guys.”

“That’s a good one. Sara?”

“Okay, my two ideas are, some people in town are robots and this town is really invested in Christmas.”

“That’s a good way to bring in our adjective,” Marian said appreciatively.

“Okay, now everyone roll again and we’ll see who gets to create their character first.”

“Eleven,” Maddox said, gloating.

“Six,” Sara said.

Morgan held up four fingers.

“I got a twelve,” Hunter said, bursting Maddox’s bubble.

“Alright, Hunter goes first. You have to come up with your character and four skills. Everyone, including me, will come up with four skills and those will be the only skills we can roll on for the whole session. One skill you’ll be great at and get a + 2, another you’ll get a +1, then the next two you’re bad at and you’ll get a -1 and -2 respectively.” Marian took a deep breath.

“Is that all?” Hunter teased.

“If you would prefer, I can let Maddox go first.”

“No, I’m ready, give me a second.” Hunter grabbed her pad of paper and began to doodle.

“Okay, his name is Frost McClane, he’s an outlaw, and he rides a polar bear.”

“What’s the polar bear’s name?” Sara asked.

“Hmm… Noel.”

“Yayyyyy!” Sara was very pleased.

“Skills?” Marian asked, wanting to make sure the ball kept rolling.

“Okay, +2 to figure skating, +1 to mechanics, -1 to stealing, and -2 to singing.”

“Why’s he an outlaw if he’s bad at stealing?” Maddox asked.

“Because it’s funny.”

Sara peered over at Hunter’s sketchpad.

“Oh, you’re drawing him? That’s so cute! Can you put a cowboy hat on Noel?”

“Nobody can draw a cowboy hat, Sara, but I’ll try.”

“Alright, Maddox, your turn.”

“Okay, my character’s name is Nick North, he hates Christmas, he rides a reindeer, and he’s a bounty hunter. The reindeer’s name is Killer. +2 to riding, +1 to figure skating-”

“You have to pick a different skill from Hunter,” Marian interrupted.

“How are we supposed to duel if I don’t have figure skating as a skill?”

“You would just roll flat, with nothing added or subtracted.”

“Did you just invent this guy to duel me?” Hunter asked.

“Duh. Okay, +1 to lassoing, -1 to forgiveness and -2 to Christmas cheer.”

“He sounds charming,” Hunter snarked.

“I like him,” Morgan said, having a bit of a big brain moment.

“Okay, great start, Sara, your turn.”

“Okay, I’m playing a robot who works at the saloon, they’re kind of dilapidated but they’re trying their best. Morgan, maybe you can help me come up with a name. For skills, I think +2 to bartending, +1 to flirting, -1 to business management, and -2 to conflict resolution.”

Marian snorted, clearly delighted by how this character creation was going.

“Alright, Morgan, bring us home.”

“I’m playing Santa Claus, +2 to omniscience, +1 flying, -1 to square dancing, -2 to holding grudges.”

“So Nick can’t forgive and Santa can’t hold grudges. And anybody can square dance,” Sara said excitedly, glad that dancing was on the table.

“Has anyone here actually square danced?” Hunter asked.

“I have,” Sara said, “I bet my robot has. Does anyone have a name suggestion?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry, I was thinking about Santa skills. You should be named after a drink since you’re a bartender. How about Screwdriver?”

Sara nodded thoughtfully. “First name Screw, last name Driver.”

Hunter couldn’t hold back a laugh at that.

“Alright, I’m going to add four skills everyone can roll flat on. Let’s add animal handling, kissing, we’ll add a general perception check and…” Marian hummed, deciding whether or not to add an actual method of violence to the game or leaving it up to figure skating. “Snowball throwing.”

“Sounds great,” Morgan said.

“I’m not kissing anybody,” Maddox said.

“You don’t have to. Okay! Five minute break so I can come up with a plot, you can talk amongst yourselves or get more snacks or whatever, I’ll be in my bedroom.”

Maddox got up to get more charcuterie and Hunter kept working on her drawing.

“Where’s Petunia?” Maddox asked from the kitchen.

“She said she had to work, they got a big order or something?” Hunter said.

“They’re doing the flowers for a quinceañera,” Sara said.

“Oh, cool.”

“Are you guys excited for your trip?” Morgan asked.

“Oh, yeah, it’s going to be so fun,” Sara said with a grin.

“I can’t believe you’re driving that whole way,” Maddox commented.

“It’s going to be so fun,” Sara said again.

“You’ll have to send us pictures,” Morgan said.

“Have you seen the “I eat at every Margaritaville in the country” video?” Sara asked.

Maddox scrunched up her face, “That sounds vaguely familiar. Is it by the guys who did the Rainforest Cafe one?”

“Yeah! Hunter said we couldn’t stop at one.”

“Buzzkill,” Maddox said.

“No, I said we couldn’t stop at one and stop at the Rainforest Cafe.”

“So we chose Rainforest Cafe.”

“Good choice. Get me something with Tracy the Tree’s creepy face on it,” Maddox requested.

“No promises,” Hunter said, stealing a piece of cheese off of Maddox’s plate.

“We’ll get souvenirs for everyone,” Sara said.

Hunter was concerned about who was included in everyone, since they were on a budget.

“I just want a seashell,” Morgan requested.

“We’re going to Lake Tahoe,” Hunter said.

“A lake shell, then.”

Marian interrupted the conversation then, stepping back into the dining room with a conspiratorial look in his eyes.

“Alright, guys, you awaken in a strange place.”

Instantly, their attention was rapt.

“Screw, you’re the most familiar with this place, it’s your saloon, but you’ve never seen your saloon in such a disarray. There’s broken glass everywhere, and three strangers passed out at the bar. We’ll resolve who wakes up first of the others in a second, but what do you do right now?”

“Can I clean up a little?”

“What skill do you use for cleaning? If you make a convincing argument I’ll let you roll for it.”

“Bartending. I’m literally tending to my bar.”

“Fair enough. Don’t forget to add your +2.”

Sara beamed and rolled. “Nine- wait, eleven.”

“Great! That’s a success so… You clean up no problem, and you find a broken key.”

“Do I know what it’s for?”

“Not yet. Everybody else, roll your two dice and we’ll decide who wakes up first.”

“Five,” Morgan said.

“Seven,” Hunter and Maddox said in unison.

“This could not have worked out better. Nick, Frost, you awaken at the same time, right next to each other.”

“I lasso Frost,” Maddox blurted.

“You don’t need to, because Frost is handcuffed to you, though you don’t remember how that happened.”

“Shit,” Maddox said, fully embodying Nick. “Can I do a perception roll to try to figure out what’s going on?”

“Of course, give me a roll.”

“Okay, okay, I’ve got this… Ten.”

“Great, everyone has succeeded on their rolls so far. You get the lay of the land pretty quickly. You’re in a bar, you followed an outlaw in here and now you’re handcuffed to him, you still don’t remember how that happened but you know in your cold little heart that you were not just chasing someone, you were running from something else. Then you look to your left and see Santa Claus. Frost, you have an action before Santa wakes up.”

“I’d like to do a mechanics roll to wriggle out of the cuffs.”

“Alright, add your +1.”

“Oh… That’s a 4.”

Marian held back a laugh.

“Sorry, Hunter. You tighten the cuff on your hand and it cuts into your wrist a little. You all start with 10 points of health. So mark down that you’re at nine now.”

“Damn,” Hunter muttered. “Do I remember how I got in this predicament?”

“Give me a flat perception roll.”

“Eight.”

“Okay, that’s a partial success. Also I should mention, whenever you completely fail a roll you get a +1 that you can use to bump up a roll in the future, it wouldn’t do you any good here, though. Let’s see… On an eight, you also notice Santa. You’ve never much cared about being on the naughty list before, but maybe it’s becoming a pressing issue now. Morgan, you wake up.”

“Great! Do I remember what happened?”

“You tell me, what do you roll to remember?” Marian trusted Morgan’s TTRPG background.

“Omniscience.”

Marian grinned. “Go ahead, add your +2.”

“How does a 12 sound?”

“You rolled a 10 and got a 12? Incredible. Yeah, okay, you remember pretty much everything. You came to this town looking for Nick, who you found chasing Frost, and you were able to corner them both in this saloon. You handcuffed them together but before you could teach them some moral lesson, there was a blast of warm, powerful magic that put the three of you asleep and temporarily shut down Screw.”

The wheels in Sara’s head were turning.

“So Santa was after Nick… Wait! Is Nick Santa’s son?’

“That’s up to Maddox and Morgan.”

“Yeah, sure,” Maddox said.

“Absolutely! This is so fun,” Morgan said, clapping her hands.

“Did you plan this?” Hunter accused.

“No, but I did set up my character to be Santa Claus adjacent, I didn’t know Morgan was going to be Santa Claus.”

“I wanted to be Santa Claus from the second Sara said the town was super invested in Christmas, but when Maddox created Nick I did consider the possibility that our characters could be related.”

“Why didn’t you mention that to me during the break?” Maddox said.

“Because it’s all supposed to be improvised, I didn’t want to meta-game.”

“Alright,” Maddox said with a shrug.

“Okay, I'm gonna turn it over to you guys for a bit, try not to talk over each other I want to make sure everyone gets a turn, what would you like to do?”

“Can I make a perception check specifically to notice the key?” Hunter asked.

“Go for it.”

“9. Wait, I'm gonna use my point to bump it up to a 10.”

“Alright, full success. You see that Screw is holding a key that you're sure goes with your handcuffs. You could probably try to steal it with your other hand if you wanted to.”

“No, actually, I'd like to try to flirt to get the key.”

“Okay, roll and tell me what you say.”

“Seven.”

“Partial success. What do you say?”

“Is it just me, or do you hold the key to my heart?”

Marian sat back and waited for Sara to respond, fully giving them the scene.

Sara understood the assignment.

“If this is the key to your heart, I'm afraid it's broken. Uh, Screw hands over the broken key.”

“Shit.”

“But, and if you'll allow me to also roll flirting, I say, ‘I'd be happy to help you fix it.’”

“Roll to flirt. +1.”

“Oh, eleven.”

“I think North is probably completely enamored with you,” Marian said.

“Yeah,” Hunter said, completely enamored with Sara.

“That's cheating, they're real life dating they can't date in the game too.”

“If you're not gonna kiss anybody Madds then we gotta get our classic Western romance somewhere,” Marian said.

“Whatever. Can I try to break these handcuffs by force?”

“What would you roll to do that?”

“Uhhhhhhhh…”

“So that's a no.”

“Okay, then I want to yell at my dad.”

“No roll required to yell at your dad.”

“Why did you do this to us?!? You broke the fucking key!”

“Language,” Morgan said, fully embodying Santa Claus.

“Oh, because of your list? I don't care about your stupid list. Either get us out of these handcuffs or get out of here.”

“I don't think you can talk to Santa like that,” Hunter said.

“Oh, what do you know? I know you're on the naughty list too. That's how I've been tracking you filthy scum outlaws.”

“That feels like world building, roll to see if the naughty list actually has tracking abilities.”

“Uh… Five.” Maddox screwed up their face at the failed roll and marked down the +1 for later.

“Okay, that's a failure so. .. It totally does and you've been using the copy you stole from your dad to track bad guys, but you realize all of a sudden that you don't have your copy anymore.”

“Son,” Morgan said, “I understand why you're upset but it seems like someone is sabotaging us, we need to focus on that before we focus on our interpersonal issues.”

“Someone ruined my saloon,” Sara said, “it's usually not like this Mr. Santa Claus it's usually much nicer.”

“I know, I know everything.”

“Everything except who's sabotaging us,” Maddox muttered.

“Can I roll omniscience again to see if I can figure out who's sabotaging us?”

“Yeah, but eventually you're going to need to roll other skills.”

“Got it. That's a six.”

“Can I help him?” Hunter asked.

“How do you help?”

“Well, everyone can roll omniscience, can't they?”

“Huh, I guess you’re right. Give me a roll and if you succeed then it bumps up Morgan's roll to a partial success, if it fails then you share the consequence. And we'll say that a partial success does nothing in this instance.”

“Seven. Sorry, Morgan.”

“It's okay, thanks for trying.”

“Okay, Frost, you do not achieve omniscience. Santa, you're met with a barrier, as hot and uncomfortable as the magic blast that put you to sleep and tore through the saloon. This barrier keeps you from being able to attain more information, and you take one point of… I think it's called psychic damage?”

“Cool,” Morgan said, unphased by the damage and excited about the unfolding mystery.

“Maybe we should get out of the bar and investigate. I think Nick is probably pretty stressed now that he knows his list is missing and he really, really wants to find it.”

“Alright, does everyone want to leave the bar?”

“If he goes I go so that I'm not being dragged,” Hunter said.

“I follow Frost, but I lock up the saloon.”

Morgan shrugged. “I guess I'll leave too.”

“Marian, is my polar bear nearby?”

“Uh, sure, what do you want to do with it?”

“We don't have a brute force mechanic but I was thinking maybe if I roll well on animal handling then Noel can break the cuffs.”

“Okay, but if you roll badly you'll take more damage.”

“Got it.”

“I got a… Nine.”

“Okay, he's able to break it enough for you to wriggle out, but you deepen the scrape from before and take an additional point of damage.”

"But I'm not attached to Nick anymore?”

“Correct.”

“Okay, now I roll to lasso Frost.”

“Okay, add your +1.”

“5.”

“Okay, you slip on a puddle and land in the dirt. Normally this would be a soft landing, because of all the snow, but there's no snow. One point of damage.”

“Am I the only one who hasn't taken any damage?” Sara asked.

“Don't jinx yourself,” Morgan said.

“Jinxes aren't real,” Hunter and Maddox said simultaneously. One of them could have been owed a soda, if jinxes were real.

“What happened to the snow?” Morgan asked. “I’m pretty sure that there was snow when we got here.”

“I’m not gonna make you roll for perception or omniscience, there was definitely snow when you got there.”

“I bet it was those summer people,” Sara said.

“Was that in character?” Marian asked.

“It can be.”

“Right, okay, good guess, Sara has solved like, both of the mysteries so far.”

Hunter squeezed Sara’s hand under the table, very proud of her girlfriend.

“Of course… Those people have always hated me,” Morgan said. “Ever since I told them Christmas in July was not a real holiday.”

Marian cracked up at that and it took a minute before the game could continue.

“I bet they have my list…”

“You mean my list,” Morgan said. “Wait, you lost the list?”

“I didn’t lose it! It was taken from me when you did your stupid handcuff trick. If you hadn’t handcuffed us then I wouldn’t have lost the list.”

“You wouldn’t have lost the list if you hadn’t stolen the list.”

“Is that why you followed me here? Because of your stupid list?”

“No! I came because I care about you, and I miss you.”

Hunter leaned over to Marian while Morgan and Maddox staged some family drama, “Can me and Screw get on my polar bear and ride away while they’re distracted.”

“Screw, do you want to sneak away with Frost?”

“Yeah, but I also want to figure out what’s going on…”

“I want to go find those summer people, I’m not just trying to escape,” Hunter said, as the Santa and Nick fight continued in the background.

“Oh, then, yes!”

“Alright, Hunter roll for riding, and Sara if Hunter fails the roll you can roll to help.”

Sara flashed a thumbs up. They weren’t being particularly quiet, but neither Morgan or Maddox noticed, since they were so into their little argument, which really fed into Maddox’s debate background and Morgan’s roleplay background.

Hunter rolled quietly and then held up ten fingers.

Marian nodded.

“Sara, roll perception to see if you can figure out the correct direction to go.”

“Eight,” Sara said in a low voice.

“Okay, you see some tracks but you’re not entirely sure which way they’re going, so just pick a direction, left or right.”

“Right.”

Marian rolled a dice to see how well Sara’s luck was gonna hold, but he didn’t say anything to confirm or deny whether or not they were correct.

“Yo, Nick, roll me a perception check.”

“12.”

“Yeah, Screw and Frost are completely gone. But you do see polar bear tracks leading to the right.”

“I get on Killer and follow them.”

“Roll for riding, +2, Santa what do you do?”

“I'd like to fly up and try to catch up to them sooner so that it doesn't turn into a fight.”

“Okay, +1 to flying, and if you succeed I'm gonna have you roll for conflict resolution.”

“I rolled a four.”

“The heat magic is too strong and you're unable to get off the ground, I'm not going to make you take damage for that.”

“Nick, let me ride with you.”

“Hell no.”

“Roll me a flat holding a grudge roll,” Marian said.

“What about my riding roll? I got a nine and I'd like to bump it up to a 10.”

“Hold onto that and roll for holding grudges.”

“Shit. I got a 2.”

“Okay, so you haven't forgiven your father but you realize it's silly to harbor this grudge when there is a more pressing matter, so, despite your best wishes, you allow Santa to ride on Killer with you.”

“Okay, fine.”

“Alright, you guys take off and make good time but it's only fair to allow Screw and Frost a surprise round. What do you two do?”

“Do I see the punk from Summertown?” Hunter asked.

“Perception.”

“That's a five.”

“You do not.”

“Then I roll to flirt with Screw.”

“Useless,” Maddox muttered.

“What did you roll?”

“12.”

“Why do you only roll well for unimportant rolls?” Maddox asked.

“This is important, as far as we know we're alone so I'd like to enjoy my time with the cute robot bartender.”

“What do you say?”

“I'm not much of a thief, but I hope to steal your heart.”

“I roll to kiss Frost.”

“I'm so glad I added kissing,” Marian said with a chuckle.

“Uh, seven.”

“You share a lovely kiss but because you're a robot you do shock Frost a little, Hunter-”

“I know, one more point of damage. Why am I the one taking damage? Sara is the one who rolled badly.”

“Because it's much harder to hurt a robot. While you're kissing, two other things happen. The first is that Santa and Nick catch up to you, the second is that you are suddenly pelted with snowballs. No additional damage from the snowballs.”

“I thought there was no snow,” Hunter said.

“The four of you look over and see, standing on top of the last snowbank, a man wearing sunglasses, a Hawaiian shirt, and a black cowboy hat. He says, “You idiots, I've lured you all here, and once I destroy the last of the snow and ice, your town will become a ghost town and Summer will reign supreme.”

“That's some heavy handed exposition,” Maddox said.

“Was that in character?” Marian asked.

“Yes, and I try to lasso him.”

“Roll.”

“Seven.”

“He dodges out of the way but you somehow manage to lasso the naughty list, which is now back in your possession.”

“I immediately take it from him,” Morgan said.

“Roll to steal.”

“9, but I bump it up to a 10.”

“Okay, yeah, you steal it from Nick.”

Maddox glowered at Morgan for a second before remembering this was a game and that nothing had been physically stolen from her.

“You said there was ice left?” Hunter asked.

“Yes, there's a frozen lake nearby that this man intends to melt.”

“I challenge you to a figure skating duel. Nick, will you be my second in the duel?”

“Uh…”

“Roll forgiveness to see if you trust Frost enough to be his second in the duel.”

“I rolled a 10 that becomes a 9.”

“Okay, you agree to be his second but because you don't fully trust him you can't use your rolls to help each other. But, since he’s a summer guy I think it’s only fair if he has a -1 to figure skating.”

“Thanks for throwing us a bone,” Hunter said.

“Should be -2,” Maddox muttered.

“Yeah, yeah. Go ahead and roll. Hunter, add your +2. You just both have to beat my… One.”

“You rolled a two and got a one?” Maddox snorted.

“Yes. So, you’re guaranteed to win, but let’s see how well you do.”

“I got an eleven,” Hunter said, looking proud.

“I got a four,” Maddox said sheepishly.

“Okay, well, you both do very well against the summer outlaw, but, at the very end, the ice begins to crack and both Nick and the outlaw go under.”

“Roll to lasso Nick,” Hunter said immediately. Even when their characters were enemies, Hunter wasn’t going to let anything happen to her cousin.

“Go ahead.”

“Shit, I only got an eight.”

“Can I give the help action to save my son?” Morgan asked.

“Of course.”

“I got a 12.”

“Okay, together, you save Nick. Maddox, you take one point of damage and I think I’d like you to roll forgiveness to forgive your father and Frost.”

“Okay, it’s only fair… I have a -1 but if I use the failure I just did I roll flat… Ten!”

“Great, it seems like you forgive them, but you tell me how it happens.”

“Frost, you’re free to go, try to get on the right list.”

“If I can interject,” Hunter said, “Frost looks at Screw and nods and says, ‘I think I have a reason to go straight.’”

“Roll to kiss,” Sara said, happy to have sat it out for a minute but eager to join in now.

Maddox rolled her eyes as Sara rolled the dice, getting a very cinematic 12.

“Okay, those two have their movie magic kiss while the sun sets, what does Nick say to Santa?”

“Hey.”

Morgan held back a laugh, sobering up so she could add to the scene.

“You can have the list back, if you would like. I know being a bounty hunter is important to you.”

“It is, but… I think I want to use the list for the right reasons. If you’ll let me come back.”

“Santa scoops Nick up in a hug. ‘I have wanted you to come home for a long time.’”

“I roll to have Christmas cheer but it’s unlikely.”

“I think you have an extra +1,” Marian said, unsure if that was true but throwing Maddox another bone.

“Okay… Then I got a nine.”

“Can I start singing a Christmas carol to give the help action?” Morgan asked, while Sara and Hunter kissed in real life to signify the fact that their characters were still making out.

“Yeah, no one has rolled singing yet I would love if you rolled singing. If you get a partial or complete success Nick can be bumped up to a ten and feel the spirit of Christmas in his heart again.”

“Big money, big money… Seven! That’s a partial success!”

Maddox high-fived her sister. “Nick’s heart grows three sizes and he doesn’t even mind the fact that a robot and an outlaw are making out in the background. Also that other guy is dead right?”

“Yeah, super dead,” Marian said.

“Well,” Sara said, pulling away from Hunter, “should we celebrate at the saloon?”

“Yeah,” Hunter said, “Let’s have a square dance.”

[toxycodone]

Can't send images but I've started working on a silly kobold man

He/Him pronouns, bisexual old man

any name suggestions?? hes just a guy that smelled senshi's cooking and immediately tried to get into the party because damn... Anything sounds better than the shitty rations he haphazardly threw into his pack.

Quick fire random facts:

His fur is short but very soft, he feels like a 3 month old puppy texturally despite being around 38

he needs weight on his chest to sleep well and having pressure on his body is generally comforting for him

he doesn't mind eating strange things as long as they taste good (he's the kinda guy that would try anything once, plus he understands being desperate and having to make things work)

he had a wife (divorced) and a daughter he took care of until she moved out to live with her girlfriend.. so now he is just wandering around aimlessly without any goals, trying to make money and keep in touch with his daughter

hates when people touch him without his consent, especially if they are one of the fully human races (elf, half-foot, etc) trying to pet him/treat him like a dog

The only exception to this rule is senshi (old man yaoi? old man dog yaoi??)

I wish I could send images while anonymous... if u want I can send u the two little doodles I have of him in dms ..? If ur dms r open and ur comfortable with it, imagine a fat short-haired kobold with black, white, and brown fur idk he has black around his face, ears, and down his back, and white where the black ends, and then the rest is dull brown almost grey (with his eyes closed)

Also if u have any ideas story and clothing wise please please give I need some input on this silly man !! help me build this guy Mr. Codon sir..... if u will

oh. ohh my God.

I absolutely, positively, totally love this. like. dungeon meshi has SUCH a silly little world and I love serious OCs just as much as I love the silly ones…

(I volunteer as tribute to sleep on him every night MOVE OVER SENSHI)

BUT OKAY. BAM. LOVE THIS A LOT SO FAR. LET ME GIVE YOU A BACKSTORY IDEA FOR HIM. And some questions to think of

His life before dungeon crawling. Did he live in a typical kobold village? What drove him to take up dungeon crawling (besides money. Was it because the entrance to the Island dungeon was found and Gold stripping became popular and easyish money?)

Why did he and his wife get divorced? How does this affect his relationship with Senshi?

Plus, how do they deal with the language barrier if applicable and the long lived versus short lived life?

And as for backstory ideas on how he meets the party before smelling Senshi’s cooking, I think a good idea would maybe be like…the rest of his party died and he didn’t feel like waiting for the corpse retrievers and decided to finish the job on his own until uh oh! Good ass cooking! (Since he has such a negative view on fully human races anyways and considering how they treat kobolds and don’t value them, maybe this kinda detached approach to dungeon crawling works for him until he becomes close to Laios’s party?)

Just ideas!

Also OFC I WANNA SEE PICS. Can you submit bc my DMs sometimes suck ass and are temperamental

[dontlookheswatching]

(NOTE: Some of these hc's have changed, as I'm constantly making new hcs and revamping stories for the creeps) QUICK TW, THIS POST MENTIONS DRUGS/ALCOHOL,VIOLENCE, AND SEXUAL THEMES Ask BEN blog is open!

I need to get my art out there, not that its the greatest, as you can see, especially compared to the other ask blog creators out there, but i also want to have fun with this so im starting a Creepypasta ask/art blog myself, and im starting off with simple basic information that can lead to questions and such. Please note these are my hcs and opinions, so I'd appreciate if everyone would respect that. Thank you!

Okay, starting off with a quick note, this is only a simple artstyle, and it may change, it may not, though im hoping as the blog progresses, my art will improve. Another two things to keep in mind is that I may not always answer a ask with art, and that this blog will have mentioned drug/alcohol addiction, violence(they arent Creepypastas without a little violence here and there), and MAYBE sexual themes, im not too sure about that one. Basically, this blog is not for the faint of heart. Take care and please do not read or look at this blog if any of it may possibly trigger you!

-I hc that BEN is 21, an adult, and smokes weed and has done drugs, like the little stoner he is

-I hc he's pansexual, as well as a demiboy, and goes by he/they

-His birthday is April 23 1990, and he died the same day in 2002 at the age of 12. He didn't age as he was trapped in his game cartridge, but he finally managed to escape by the time his next birthday rolled around, and he is now a aging spirit ever since then

-See the wings? I also came up with the idea that he was supposed to be an angel, its a wonky hc and probably not one a lot of people will be used to, but I like the idea. Ofc, he never became an angel, instead being kept on the surface world by Slendermans powers, but he still has the wings

-Water will burn his skin, even if its ice cold water

-His closest friends are Jeff, Toby, and Liu, Jeff being perhaps his best friend as in my au/hcs they've known each other in both the past before any incidents and after, therefore having known each other for about 8 or 9 years. They may or may not have a 'bromance' in this blog(aka yes they do) so if you dont like that, I'll ask nicely again, please step away from this blog.

-He is perhaps one of the strongest pastas due to his magical properties and abilities

-He is also a proxy, and in my au/hcs, only the most skilled of the Pastas are chosen to be put in training to become a Proxy. The only proxies as of the beginning of this blog are Maaky, Hoodie(I know their from Marble Hornets, and I have watched it, but Im one of those folks who like the crossover:), BEN, Toby, and Jeff

-Any more information about BEN and the other pastas will be discovered by asks and maybe random doodles that I'll sometimes post in between blog posts

This isn't the neatest or most organized start of a blog, but I'm gonna be honest, this is my first time doing something like this, so bear with me! I will also try to work on getting better image quality because I know it sucks as of now, but my Ipad likes to be a little silly sometimes. Take care of yourselves, your loved and appreciated!❤❤❤

-Max

[dourpeep]

WAIT. I'm losing my mind over that friends to lovers post you reblogged. All I can think about is college Albedo + mutual pining, romantic tension, and friends to lovers OTL

- Leaving little post it notes in his bag or inside the cover of his textbook to tell him to have a nice day or remind him to take care of himself because you know he has a tendency to work too hard sometimes!! And what if he meets up with Sucrose and Timaeus because they like to catch up and sometimes discuss their research or homework, and they see Albedo hiding a grin behind his books and think that he's solved a particularly difficult problem but it's just a cute little note you slipped him when he wasn't looking

- You stay up studying for exams with Albedo and he dozes off on your shoulder so you sit there afraid to move because you don't want to wake him but you're also dying inside

- The two of you go to the library to work but eventually get distracted so it turns into the two you sitting close together on a couch and reading each other sections from your favourite books

- I can also see him as someone who rambles about labs or new research he's absolutely taken by. Weeks later when you mention something he said before, he's a little surprised but you just tell him that you tried your best to understand everything because you know it's important to him and maybe his heart skipped a little

- Going off your headcanons: Albedo looking for little specimens and deciding it could be a fun outing with Klee so she can get some sunshine and you find the two of them in the park. You end up joining them and Albedo's heart softens seeing you and Klee laughing and smiling together!

- I remember this little headcanon you had where he snorts when laughing sometimes and imagine Albedo letting one slip out while he's with you, and Kaeya teasing him later on.

- Eventually, his friends start asking if the two of you are together because of the silent affection and teasing between the two of you. Albedo knows he likes you but he's scared a relationship will ruin everything and you're too important to lose even if it means he never says anything, but little did he know, you have feelings for him too.

Anyway, I hope you have a nice day and week! Sorry about this monster of an ask lmao

NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR ALBEDO

NEVER

Like... there are two characters that I seldom, if ever, turn down and that's my beloved Albedo and beloathed Scaramouche- If you don't want me to shut up about a topic??? Like just utter word vomit???? Bring them up. Bring them up, I dare you--

Okay okay okay okay now lemme just--

oops. 1.4k words. Enjoy your headcanon drabbles, courtesy of me being a hard simp for Albedo--

College au Albedo is pretty close to how he normally is! Brilliant, though having difficulties with making friends and keeping said friends, getting carried away with experiments (did you know if you're on good enough terms with the professors, they'll vouch for you so you can use the lab when there aren't classes using them?? Yeah)...so the friendship that you have with him is certainly the closest one he has.

It'd be the kind where you knock on his dorm or apartment door at 11:45pm with some takeout and your textbooks and he'll let you in without a second thought. You slip inside and settle on the floor next to the coffee table cross-legged, setting the food out as if you don't live a good walk away. He wasn't going to sleep any time soon anyway.

Like the kind of friendship where your hand instinctively slips into his to tug him towards something cool you found or to the café where you tend to go after classes.

Even after you get to your destination, you don't let go.

Now that that has been established--the little notes you slip into his bag or on his books really began as a little reminder. Despite his keen intellect, Albedo tends to easily forget things because his mind is always going onto the next thing. So, being the great friend you are, would just slip a note to remind him to take breaks, eat a snack, or that you're supposed to go and meet Sucrose and Timaeus after class to prep for the upcoming exams.

Neither of you really know when they began to turn into doodles or 'seemingly platonic declarations of adoration'. It's normal for friends to write a heart besides "Don't forget I love you!", right? Yeah.

The smile that makes it's way on Albedo's face is unmistakable the moment that Sucrose accidentally stumbles upon a sticky note carefully tucked in one of his notebooks.

-

Speaking of Albedo and his tendencies to get carried away with stuff, he often functions on...minimal sleep.

Those nights that you pop up at his place to study or just hang out, he often ends up dozing off, glasses sliding uncomfortably down the bridge of his nose and hair tousled out of it's usual style.

You never plan to stay the night (though even when he's awake he insists you do because it's not as safe at night to make the commute home), but you can't just disturb his sleep when it's the first time in a while that he's probably gone without taking a capsule or two of melatonin to help himself back into some semblance of a sleep schedule.

It's these moments that you remember just how soft his hair is and just how nice his shampoo smells.

Also that he's a cuddler.

You awake in the morning, back aching and eyes squinting against the sudden brightness of the world around you and limbs tangled with your best friend. He's unbothered because his face is half-shoved against the crook of your neck.

-

With the library, you often find yourselves in a little game. There's so much to learn and so, so many topics through the old vanilla-scent found between pages!!

So trips to the library end up with the two of you digging and sifting to find a topic you've never heard of, sit and read for 15 minutes, then proceed to explain said topic the best you can (without looking!!). It almost always ends up with a few chuckles from Albedo as you fumble explaining (and half-making up) information and Albedo's (unfairly) great short-term memory winning out.

Speaking of...between actually studying and your little topic games, Albedo turns to you to bounce off his current observations and ideas. Sucrose and Timaeus, though both in similar majors as Albedo, are busy with their own projects and research to the point that they don't really have the time to help with stuff as extensive as his research.

Annnnd, naturally, since you don't have anything better to do and are almost always by his side, you play that part!

You listen intently no matter how dense the subject may be and no matter if you do or do not have the background knowledge.

When you ask him to explain something you don't quite understand, he can't help but blink in surprise because you were listening??? And wanted to really understand? You prove time and time again (even days, weeks later) that you listened to every word that tumbled out during his rambles.

And of course you do! Albedo's one of the most important people to you, so it's only natural that you want to show interest in his interests.

Also it's pretty cool to find out those random bits of trivia (like lobsters and their repairable telomeres-).

--

Klee!!!

Oh man, the first time that you met Klee was a pretty hectic day for Albedo. Due to his Aunt Alice's incredibly busy schedule, he tends to care for Klee on days that he doesn't have class.

However, that particular day he just barely finished class before he had to go and pick her up from school.

With you in tow, that is.

Immediately, the little girl brightens up at your presence, no doubt excited from what she's heard about you (listening in to Albedo's conversations with Alice and the embarrassed tone in his voice when he realizes that he's let your name slipped again and now Aunt Alice wants to know about this particular friend who's captured dear little Bedo's attentions). He's relieved when Klee doesn't immediately reveal that.

From then on, Klee insists that Albedo invites you for every outing they have.

The cafe for a quick treat? The bookstore to sit and read a few books?

"Oh, please please please?? Can they come Albedo? Klee promises that she'll be good!"

Who is he to say no?

But above all, those park days are his favorite. You end up running around with Klee, lifting her up so she can reach a particular leaf on a branch, squatting down to see a bug or lizard that she's entirely enthralled by--all while Albedo sits under the shade of a tree on a blanket, sketchbook and pencil in hand.

You don't know it (even though there's many occasions where he's shown you his sketchbook), but the pages are filled with your smile.

-

Around you, Albedo's found that he's most comfortable.

There's no need to hide insecurities or hold his tongue when something particularly exciting comes to mind...nor does he hold back in his laughter. Especially with your insistence that his laugh is cute.

That scenario with Kaeya is entirely an accident, proof of just how used to your presence he's become.

It's a late night and you're out with a bigger group of friends than usual, some friends that Albedo's only known since the start of college, but definitely good ones.

With a drink in your hand you all sit at a large table, chatting about anything and everything when you crack a joke and Albedo snorts.

Not like a snort with his normally quiet chuckle, either.

Instead, he's laughing hard, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes and stomach hurting (and maybe it's because of the few sips of drink he's had) and he snorts. The moment the sound escapes him and he's trying hard to calm back down, Kaeya grins.

He's most definitely one of the first people to put two and two together.

After all, Albedo keeps to himself, even around them. But with you around? There's a certain spark of life that ignites.

-

It's no surprise that the two of you are close when all is said and done.

But that doesn't stop either of you from choking and cheeks from flushing when someone asks if you're a couple. It happens often--too often to count--and ranges between Kaeya's teasing comments and a few sweet words from an elderly woman passing by your table at the cafe.

And you laugh--you and Albedo--because no, no, you're just friends.

Right?

Then the light hits your features just right, illuminating you in a soft glow that makes your eyes shine and--

It's undeniable the way that he feels for you. The sudden quickening of his heartbeat is proof enough. You slide your drink towards him for him to try and he does the same, eyes unable to leave your lips as you take a sip and then smile.

Between the cracks of his appreciation, of this warmth, dread seeps.

Though...that was just over a week ago.

Sitting down back at his apartment, your head resting on his chest and your hands intertwined while you watch whatever's on tv, you shift. Your lips meet in a sweet kiss.

And Albedo wonders how neither of you managed to see it sooner.

[freementallyillkid]

Jesse x reader (platonic)

Word count:1,381

Your frown deepened, “What do you want? The sun is barely up.” You asked looking behind him to were the sun was just above the horizon

“Aw come on don’t be like that,” He says, taking his hands off his hips and leaning against the door frame, “I came to give you your birthday surprise.” You could help but smile at the stupid notion you didn’t actually remember your birthday it just wasn’t something your parents though was important with the world you lived in, so when you came to Jackson Jesse made the day you met you ‘offital birthday’.

“Okay what is it?” His face brightened when you gave in knowing it wouldn’t take much.

“You have to come outside to see it, we’re going on an adventure.” He said, shoving you back inside to get ready making you groan, dropping all your weight on him, “so go get changed so we can go.” He huffed out dropping you on your bed with an oof!

“I’ll be waiting outside.” He said. You gave yourself a moment to wake up more before standing up and putting on real clothes. When you opened the door for the second time he was waving to a group of kids walking by. Turning around he smiled, “alright let's get going.”

You walked around town and you quickly recognized your normal route to the stables, “Jesse why are we going to the stables? Are you taking me on patrol for my birthday?”

“Enough with the questions Y/n I’m not telling you where we’re going,” He told you, after a second he said, “but no we are not going on patrol.” You reached the stables and as one of the other town’s people welcomed you and passed you the reins to your horse you noticed that Jesse’s horse had significantly more things strapped to them.

Jesse passed you your usual weapon. He said it should be clear, but just in case it’s better to be safe than sorry. Swinging your leg over your horse Jesse and you made your way out of Jackson to whatever mystery place he wanted to take you

After about a half hour of riding and idle conversation Jesse slowed down and hopped off his horse. “Is this where you wanted to take me?” You asked looking around not seeing anything that would be worth getting up before ten.

“No, I just need to set up a few things without you seeing, so stay here okay.” He told you as he unloaded the bags strapped to his horse. You nodded slowly, you knew you were both fully capable of taking care of yourselves if there was trouble, but you would always feel better being outside of Jackson with him by your side. “I’ll be quick.” He reassured you, patting your lower leg before jogging to the north to do his thing.

While you waited you pulled a pen and started doodling on your arm making sure to look up every so often to see if any infected had creeped up on you. After ten minutes you hear a twig break to your left quickly readying your weapon. You point it in the direction the noise came from scanning the area. You relax when you see Jesse move out from behind a tree with his hands up, “Sorry didn't mean to scare ya.”

“I hate you,” You told him shaking your head as you put your weapon away, “are you done setting up whatever you were going to show me?”

“Yes I am, so you can quit your whining and follow me.” He said, grabbing his horse by the reins as you slid off yours following him. “You didn’t see any infected?” Jesse asked, looking back at you with a hint of guilt on his face. He knew you could handle yourself, but he also knew you hated being alone outside and probably felt bad for making you do it even if it wasn’t for long.

“Nope,” You said, catching up to him to pat him on the shoulder making sure to give him an extra squeeze so he knew you were fine. He nodded and continued walking and stopped in front of what seemed to be a random tree. Before you could ask him why you stopped here pointed up looking up to see a tree house semi hidden in the tree.

You gasped, it was small, maybe the size of your room. When you looked at it closer it was clear that someone had been working on it; some parts of it had been reinforced or replaced by new wood. Jesse must have gotten Ellie or Dina, maybe even Joel or Tommy to help him with fixing it up. You loved hearing about about the old world and one of your favorite parts was when Joel or Tommy would tell you about tree houses small buildings that were like minny houses up in the trees it was always felt like a far away dream to have a treehouse and it would take years to grow a tree big enough to hold a treehouse in Jackson.

Looking over to Jesse grabbing his arm jumping up and down smiling so wide it hurt. “Did you fix this up for me?” He smiled at you and nodded.

“I found it a few months ago on patrol and I knew how much you wanted to have one,” he explained, “I know it’s not inside Jackson, so you can’t go to it all the time, but I’ll always be up to go with you.” He scratched his neck.

You hugged him tightly and he did the same, “Thank you Jesse, this has been the best birthday ever!”

He chuckled, patting your shoulder, “Well get ready for it to get better,” He said, “Lets climb up the ladder and you can see the rest of it.” You couldn’t contain your excitement jogging up to it climbing up and pulling yourself through the hole Jesse right behind you. Standing up you looked around in one corner there was a beat up mattress with some blanket and pillows across from it was a tv with a stack of dvds practically skipping over to them you read the labels he had brought all of your favorites.

He walked over to the other side of the tree house under a window that had an amazing view and opened a cooler pulling out all your favorites, some of them home made. “I got all your favorites and we have the whole day to hang out, Maria knows we’ll be out, so we have someone to cover our usual patrol.”

You leaped up from where you were sitting into Jesse’s arms, “Thank you Jesse.”

“Hey, it's no problem.” He tried to say, but you interrupted him.

“No you are always there for me, you always make me feel loved. I mean you literally gave me a birthday and you always remember to celebrate it!” He pulled away from you holding you by your shoulders.

“I told you I’d always be there for you no matter what.” Taking your hand he leads you to the bed both of you plopping down grabbing one of the dvds and putting them in the player and leaning back against the wall a pillow cushioning it pulling the blanket into your lap you smiled as the movie started to play leaning against your best friend your felt content with the life you had built here and the people that you found.

You whispered one more thank you before you fell quiet enjoying the peaceful moment.

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Hope ya’ll like this sorry if Jesse is a bit ooc also don't question how the tv is working

[himitsu-luna]

Headcanon

𔓘⭑ ࣪˖ Nct 127 as boyfriends ˖ ࣪⭑𔓘

։ຼ⚘ Taeil

~ Key words: healing hugs, comfort, easy love

Taeil is the type of boyfriend that you feel like you know for a much longer time than you actually do, just because everything feels so natural and comfortable with him. To him, relationships are meant to be easy, fun, light, safe, unproblematic, so he works with you to achieve this scenario. He feels like home and he makes loving and being loved look simple. He loves the intimacy of domestic dates, they give him the sense of bonding and growing closer. Cooking, watching movies, just lazing around, sharing secrets and also laughs while wrapped around a cozy blanket are some of his favorite things to do with you. But he also loves being adventurous, going wild once in a while, looking for interesting things to do with you deep at night. He is the type of boyfriend that shyly approaches you to give you a tight hug he was craving the whole day; that sings for you whenever you ask him to do so; that does silly things just to see you laughing; that passionately researches how to cook something just because you mentioned you wanted to eat it; that gives you his hoodies because he thinks you're the cutest with them; that hypes you up like no one else does.

։ຼ⚘ Johnny

~ Key words: joyful smiles, romance, mature love

Do you know that perfect image of a boyfriend we build in our heads and fantasize about? That's Johnny. He might look all cool and detached, but he is the warmest and most caring person you could ever meet. When he gets into a relationship, he takes it very seriously. He does his best to be the best version of himself. He is patient, easy going, mature, and loves to have long conversations with you when you go to your weekly coffee date. He is the type of boyfriend that surprises you with romantic acts out of blue and acts like he did nothing; that carries you to bed when you're too tired; that remembers little and big things about you; that picks you up wherever you are and gets out of the car just to open the door for you; that rushes to buy you medicine when you're sick and that falls asleep beside your bed. He also has his mischivious side, which makes your dynamics even more interesting. He is the boyfriend that carries you on his shoulders at a concert; that hides behind a door to jump and scare you; that tickles you until you can't laugh anymore. He is the type of boyfriend that treats you like royalty and also like his best friend.

։ຼ⚘ Taeyong

~ Key words: day dreaming gazes, companionship, reassuring love

Taeyong as a boyfriend feels like a partner for life. You can't help but catching yourself imagining a whole married life with him, but little you know he is doing the exact same thing. He is the type of boyfriend that genuinely does his best to get involved in your life and to be part of it. He asks you about your day, about your dreams, about your plans, and listens to you attentively. Communicating with him is not a problem. Actually, he is usually the first one to send you a message, or to give you a call. Also, the amount of support you receive from him is enourmous, since he admires and believes in you unconditionaly. It's natural for him to say "we" instead of "I", because he considers you in every step he takes. He is the type of boyfriend that crafts little things for you; that makes you that cute lunch boxes with even cuter post-its on them; that has a notebook filled with lyrics he wrote about you; that smiles fondly everytime he hears your name; that don't fail one day on sending you a gooodnight message; that pulls you to dance in the middle of the kitchen.

։ຼ⚘ Yuta

~ Key words: undivided attention, loyalty, intense love

Yuta is someone who won't ever leave room for doubts or insecurities regarding the love he feels for you, regarding your relationship. He can't get tired of telling and showing you how important you are to him. He gives you a lot of attention and takes good care of you. It's impossible for him to be indifferent when you're around, he is too into you, he has eyes just for you. He expresses his emotions clearly and makes his moods obvious, so the relationship is super transparent. The excitement of the relationship seems to never cease. He is naturally original and interesting, and he doesn't even need to try hard to get you hooked. Yuta's love is intoxicating, inebriating. He is the type of boyfriend that does your nails, your hair and your make up, but says that you look amazing without all of it; that gives you his jacket and also embraces you to make sure you're not cold, even though he is freezing; that turns off his phone when you're spending time together; that jokingly (or not) acts protective towards you; that doodles hearts on your arm; that winks at you from afar.

։ຼ⚘ Doyoung

~ Key words: meaningful acts, care, one and only love

Doyoung's hobby is taking care of you. And yes, it's his hobby, because he doesn't see it as an obligation or a duty. He truly likes pampering you and making your life easier. He openly admits that you are his weakness, his soft spot, the only one who can make him lose his senses and not think straight. He either is all lovey-dovey or the nagging type of lover around you. He is invested, respectful, nurturing, solid, stable, constant, and won't let anyone talk bad about you. He is the type of boyfriend that keeps little things related to you, like notes you left him or a cute sticker you glued on his arm while joking around; that gives you the last piece of french fries he got; that drops everything and travels miles and miles to meet you because you said you were lonely; that unconciously does little things for you, like putting tooth paste onto your tooth brush and handing it to you; that always carries two umbrelas because he knows you often forget yours at home; that keep staring at you in awe, but denies it strongly when you catch him doing so.

։ຼ⚘ Jaehyun

~ Key words: intertwined fingers, sincerity, movie like love

Jaehyun is the type of boyfriend full of surprises. He makes you wonder what is going through his head, because it's quite difficult to read him. But he knows what he feels. As you get to know him better, you learn that he is the sweetest bean. For example, you get to know that when he looks distant or distracted around you, he is actually trying his best to hide from you some random cute romantic surprise he prepared. Even though he is not that good at expressing his emotions, he tries to put his love into words from time to time, and you just can feel it through the tender looks he gives you. He is chill and down to earth with most of things, but he daydreams a lot about you. He is also an interesting person with interesting thoughts, and sometimes you feel like your in a romantic comedy movie. He is the type of boyfriend that says "you're amazing" out of nowhere; that back hugs you whenever he sees the opportunity to do so; that gives you the best massages ever; that wants to hear stories from your childhood; that looks forward to your reaction when he tells you a joke or a story; that brags about you to his friends; that secretly takes personality tests and looks into astrology to see how compatible you two are: if he gets a positive answer, he goes "I knew it!", and if he gets a negative answer, he goes "I don't believe this anyways".

։ຼ⚘ Winwin

~ Key words: soft caresses, growing together, special love

Once Winwin falls in love, he wishes it's forever. He is always amazed by you and by how you changed his whole world and his whole vision of people, of the world, and of himself. He has a huge sense of honor and commitment towards you, so he does his best to be a good boyfriend. He does that quietly though, with little meaningful acts and shy words. He is usually pretty calm and composed, but sometimes he becomes a cute soft mess around you. When this happens, his reactions ranges from "malfunctioning and not knowing what to do at all" to "showing off his skills so you'll be impressed". He is the type of boyfriend that goes shopping to buy something for himself and ends up with twenty items for you ; that steals a kiss on your cheek while you're asleep; that says he is going to read your palm just to have an excuse to hold your hands; that, after twenty minutes watching a movie with you, side by side, murmurs "come here" and extends his arm so you can hug and cuddle him, all of that while avoiding eye contact (but at the end he is all smiley)

։ຼ⚘ Jungwoo

~ Key words: endless cuddles, connection, colorful love

Jungwoo is the type of boyfriend who just feels right. You look at him and wonder how you could end up with someone that matches your vibes so well. He accepts you and loves you exactly the way you are, for the way you are. He is not only sweeter than candy, he is also the funniest, the cutest, the most supportive, the most lovely, the most unique and interesting boyfriend ever. He feels intensily what you're feeling, so he can understand you well. He cries when you cry, he laughs when you laugh, he is by your side because he wants to be. He is the type of boyfriend that stays awake with you all night long when you need to finish an assignment so he can help you and so you won't feel lonely; that creates a whole new special sign language to communicate with you ; that fights for food with you just to give you everything at the end; that goes live on instagram just to scream "y/n, I love you" and then disconnects; that can't stop talking about you to everyone; that uses your picture as his cellphone background.

։ຼ⚘ Mark

~ Key words: sweet kisses, happiness, pure love

Mark is someone who wants to give you the whole world, and he works hard to do so. He is very intuitive and can tell what you're thinking with just one look. Being with him feels easy, recharging, and you see sincerity in all of his acts and words. There's no drama, no second intentions, he just genuinely wants to see you happy. He is the type of boyfriend that prays for you every night before sleeping; that may be clueless about a lot of things, but notices when you have the slightest change in your appearance; that takes melted candies out of his pockets and says they are a gift to you with the brightest and most innocent smile on his face; that creates raps about your awesomeness at random times; that gets too tired of giggling while cuddling you and then sleeps in your arms; that get inspired by some cheesy movie to do cheesy things with you but gets all shy about it afterwards, which makes everything even more adorable; that helps you drying your hair and gives you little pecks while the towel covers your eyes.

։ຼ⚘ Haechan

~ Key words: heart fluttering words, sharing, playful love

Haechan is someone who makes you feel special. He knows every single detail about you, and it seems that he understands you more than you do yourself, because he always knows what to say to make you feel better. He is affectionate, flirty, enjoys to make you blush, but often he is the one who blushes like crazy. He values the deep bond you share, and is proud of himself to have you by his side. He is the type of boyfriend that diligently prepares a midnight snack for you and draws a big heart with ketchup on your plate; that asks you what you are going to wear on your date with him, so he can wear something similar; that has a bracelet with your initial on it; that does skincare with you; that calls you at raining nights and stays with you on the phone for hours to distract you from the thunders you hate so much; that runs to you when he sees you; that plays rock paper scissors with you to decide who will get you two food, but actually it doesn't matter who wins, he will do everything for you at the end.

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Conflicted Connections

Requested By @rc11: “Reader is drunk and calls Rosé to pick her up since she’s worried. And on the way home, the reader confesses but since she knows Rosé is out of her league she gets all sad. All fluff throughout the way, and the next day she avoids Rosé since she recalls herself confessing and is to embarrassed to face her. Gets a lil bit angst but then they somehow make up at the end.”

Pairing: Rosé x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~ 6,505

Warnings / Misc. – Mentions Of Alcohol & Partying, Angst, Fluff

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein. 

A/N: Thank you for the request! I had fun writing this one, and I really hope you enjoy it. I stuck with the gist, but I added quite a bit :) AND WHO ELSE IS HYPED FOR THE SHOW??? 🥳 I can’t wait to see our girls own that stage 😌

PS ~~ The song used is called "Baby, I Love You" by Tiffany Alvord, and it was specially requested.

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With yet another steaming cup of tea in hand, Rosé makes her way back to her room, settling onto the soft cushions of the bed. Her notebook lays open in front of her, lyrics and annotations beautifully etched into the paper. 

She pulls her guitar back into her lap now, allowing her fingers to glide along the strings as she strums out whatever comes to mind. Nothing makes her feel as relaxed as this; she's free to sing whatever she feels -- to play whatever feels right. If only for a little while, she can connect back to her roots and remember how she felt as a little girl; when her heart and mind were unburdened by fear of judgement.

Life isn't always easy, but she takes comfort in the fact that her love of music will always remain childlike, in the sense that there's always something new to discover or tell the world. It goes without saying that being a songwriter is much easier when you're inspired, and Rosé can attest to that. A certain someone has become her muse over the course of the past few months, and her mind is constantly filled with ideas for new material. 

As another line pops into her head, she takes the page between her fingers to flip to a clean sheet. A few seconds later, thinking she found one, she begins writing. Soon, though, she discovers that this wasn't an empty page: in the upper right hand corner, a small heart is drawn, encompassing the words "Hi Rosie" and a small smiley face. Your initials are printed next to the doodle, and the sight brings a soft smile to her face. You must've sneakily drawn that when she wasn't looking one day. 

Her fingers run along the markings, tracing over the lines as your face flashes in her mind for the millionth time today. The universe must've been listening, because no more than 5 minutes later, her phone starts ringing. She reaches backwards towards the bedside table, and her fingers soon make contact with the device. 

"Hey, I was just thinking about you--" She starts, before being interrupted. 

"BABY YOU LIGHT UP MY WORLD LIKE NOBODY ELSE--" Your voice booms through the phone as you sing loudly, nearly making Rosé go deaf in the process. She blinks a few times to refocus her thoughts before chuckling lightly.

"Y/N?"

"Rosie I'm at this really fun party, you should come hang out!" Your words come out slightly slurred, but excited nonetheless. It's a bit hard for her to hear you now over the music blasting in the background. 

"Ah, I don't know…" She trails off, voice unsure. She'd much rather spend the evening writing about you than at some random party. 

"Pleaaseee?" You drag out, making sure to whine for even more emphasis. "I miss you." 

Rosé's heart skips a beat at that last part, now thudding obnoxiously loud in her chest. She misses you too, probably more than a 'friend' should, but she can't help it -- you're simply too amazing.

She takes a breath, knowing that she'll likely regret her next decision -- after all, hiding her feelings becomes harder every time she's around you. Regardless, she can't find it in herself to say no to you. "Alright, fine. Where are you again?"

You let out a loud cheer upon hearing her cave in, and she just knows you look like a dork, likely having that stupid little smirk on your lips that she loves so much. 

After getting the address from you, she goes into her closet to find a good outfit. For anyone else, she might've just shown up in whatever was comfortable; but knowing that you're there is enough motivation for her to put a bit more effort into it. 

Her signature style shines through: she dons a black crop top and jeans, paired with a long, hickory colored trench coat. She finishes the look off with her white sneakers, giving the outfit that final umph that it needed.

With one last look in the mirror, she adjusts her clothes and hair again before heading out.

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The moment that Rosé steps foot inside the house, her eyes widen. She's been to plenty of parties before, but never one as chaotic as this. A large crowd is gathered in the living room, making the area that was likely once spacious now appear cramped and tiny. Some people move with the rhythm, while others dance wildly to the beat of their own drum. The music was audible from outside, but inside is a whole nother story: it's nearly deafening now. 

In front of her, just past the living room, two guys are fist fighting. To her left, a long hallway is filled with couples making out, likely on their way to the bedrooms. She grimaces before pushing her way past everyone and walking towards the kitchen.

The bright strobe lights from the living room still manage to reach the area, but things are definitely a little calmer here. That's not to say that it's quiet, though: people are gathered around the counters, downing shots and cheering each other on at the same time. Some stumble around, nearly falling over as their friends laugh hysterically and help keep them vertical.

In the adjacent room, two teams of partygoers are busy playing beer pong. It seems to be boys vs girls, and Rose smirks when she discovers the latter are in the lead. 

She scans the rooms one more time, but you're still nowhere to be found. A pang of worry settles in her chest, but it only makes her more determined to find you.

And, 10 minutes later, she does. You're outside in the backyard, sitting near the fire pit with a bottle of wine in your hand. The flames are dying down now, long ago forgotten about -- the stars shining in the midnight sky had captivated you, stealing your attention away from keeping the fire fed. 

Before she begins her journey over to you, she takes a moment to appreciate how beautiful you look. The remaining embers flicker lazily, creating a deep haze that casts onto your body. The shadows contrast with the light, making your features pop in all the right ways. The sound of someone shouting again brings her out of her daze, and Rose makes her way to you.

At first, you don't notice her. Your eyes are wide, filled with wonder as you gaze up at the sky in awe. Space has always baffled you, and Rose thinks you look adorable when you get like this. 

"Y/N," she says gently, standing beside your chair. After pulling your eyes away from the sky, you meet her gaze. A light blush rises to your cheeks at the way she's looking at you. 

"Hi Rosie," you slur. The words come out cutely, but she can tell that you're much drunker than you had been when you called earlier. 

"How much have you had?"

You scrunch your face up in thought as the last two functioning brain cells in your head go to work. She can practically see the wheels turning, and she can't help but laugh at the look of effort on your face. 

"...a lot." You ultimately conclude, taking far too long to come up with such a simple answer. "Alex gave me a couple of his special mixes earlier, I had some shots, and now--" you declare, holding the wine bottle up triumphantly, "--this!"

As soon as she heard his name leave your lips, she frowned. Alex is one of your coworkers and friends, and he's totally in love with you. You're oblivious to it, but Rose isn't and she can't stand him. On top of the fact that he's a guy, he has the audacity to like you? Well, she can't exactly blame him for those things, but that doesn't mean that she has to like him. She's civil around him for your sake, but that's all.

"Do you want some?" You ask, always willing to offer her whatever you have. Sharing is caring, and you definitely care about a certain Australian beauty. 

She looks down at you before shaking her head. "No, I'm good." You swish the liquid around, peering down into the bottle as it glides from side to side. "Me too," you say, setting it down beside your chair. "Let's go dance!" You suggest excitedly, using your strength to hoist your body out of the seat. Sorely miscalculating your moves, your foot doesn't quite connect with the ground how you intended; you stumble, falling right into Rosie's waiting arms.

She was watching you carefully, having a feeling that this would happen. 

"Nope, I'm taking you home. No dancing for you." You whine and pout, but Rose doesn't budge. Eventually you give up, and allow her to hold you close as she helps you walk out of the house. You rest your head on her shoulder, and she has to fight the butterflies that take flight.

As the two of you near the door, Rose spots Alex in the living room. She shoots him a cocky grin, as if to say 'checkmate' before she leads you out the door.

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The ride home was getting off to a rather interesting start. It took Rosie a while to wrangle you into the car and buckle you in, but she eventually managed to do it. Now, though, a new problem is arising: you're being flirty, and she doesn't know what to do with herself.

"You're so pretty," you compliment, leaning over the center console to whisper the phrase in her ear. She gulps and attempts to calm her heart down, but she's having trouble. "Shush," she commands, blushing as she lets out a little giggle. She tries to remind herself that you're just drunk -- that there's no real meaning behind your words -- but it feels good to pretend.

After a moment, you return to your seat, and she lets out a sigh of relief. 

Barely 2 minutes later, you place a hand on her knee, saying gently, "You always take such good care of me. Thank you, Rose." She sneaks a glance at you, and her heart nearly melts at the smile you're sending her way. Your eyes are shining with sincerity, and she'd surely get lost in them if she weren't busy driving. 

The rest of the ride is filled with more flirting and compliments from you, all of which send her into a gay panic, but she wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

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Now, laying in your bed as Rosé rounds up some pajamas for you, the effects of the alcohol really begin setting in. You're still in the playful, teasing phase, but you know you'll have a major hangover tomorrow. Whatever Alex put in those drinks is catching up with you and running its course throughout your body.

"Rosie, do you like anyone?" You call out, toying with your fingers like a toddler. She emerges from the bathroom, washcloth in hand, just as you ask the very words she's been fearing.

She goes to respond, but you interrupt her with a drunken giggle. "Because I do. Her name rhymes with nosey." You chuckle at yourself, but she's too busy trying not to freak out to return the gesture. When you don't question her further, she relaxes her shoulders. How many more times could she get away with avoiding her feelings?

She pushes the scary thought away, instead opting to bring over your clothes and give you a minute to change. Thankfully you're coherent enough to do that on your own -- the thought of you flirting with her while half naked and self-assured sends her wild, and she knows she'd slip up and confess. 

Once you're dressed, she comes back over to the bed and sits down in front of you. She brings the rag up to your face and slides it across your cheeks and neck, knowing just what you need. This isn't the first time she's done this for you, and she can't deny the rush she feels when you look up at her with those big eyes, filled with gratitude.

You sigh at the coolness, relishing in the way that it soothes your hot skin. A soft thank you slips past your lips as your eyelids flutter shut, and Rosé almost lets herself imagine that you're hers. That she just brought her girlfriend back home and now she's taking care of her. But before she can get too lost in that fantasy, she pulls away, slipping the rag into your hand so that you can use it on yourself now.

"Well, I think my work here is done." She declares, patting your leg lovingly. She moves to stand, and the action prompts you to speak up.

"Wait," you start, grabbing her wrist before she can get away. You meant to tug gently, but you must've misjudged your strength; in an instant, she's close to you again, just a breath away. Her face is right in front of yours, and you can feel her warm breath against your lips. 

Her eyes are wide now, and a subtle tremble runs through her. She's never been this close to you, and although she's terrified, she doesn't want to move away. She wants to give in -- to lean forward the tiniest bit and capture your lips -- but she can't. Her breathing becomes labored as she notices your gaze move from her eyes to her lips. Do you like her back? Surely not, you're just drunk...right?

Her pink lips look so kissable right now, the gloss on them shining in the low lamplight. She's close enough that you can smell her fruity shampoo and feel every jagged breath she draws in.

"Y/N--" 

That's all it takes to set you into motion. You bring a hand up to her cheek, cupping it sweetly as you press your lips to hers. She sighs at the contact, melting into your embrace, and allows herself to let her walls down. Her lips move against yours slowly, unsure -- this is new for both of you, and you're testing the waters. One of her hands comes up to rest against the back of your neck, and she pulls you impossibly closer. 

After she subconsciously bites your lip - the action drawing a groan from you - she snaps back to reality and pulls away. Her lips are red and swollen, and you have to stop yourself from leaning back in. She looks like she wants to do the same, but she centers herself before she can.

"I, uh, I'm gonna go. Goodnight, Y/N." She says breathlessly, swallowing as she runs a hand through her hair. She doesn't give herself anymore time to change her mind, and soon she's rushing out, failing to even give you so much as a second glance. 

Shocked, you sit back and let your mind try and piece together what the hell just happened. The kiss worked well in sobering you up, at least for the time being, but you wish it hadn't. Now, you're forced to sit alone with your feelings again, lips still tingling with the memory of hers against them.

----

The Next Morning

*ring ring*

The blare of your ringtone sounds especially loud now, making you wince in pain. Your head is pounding, and that definitely isn't helping. Quickly, you roll over and pick it up, keeping your eyes closed as you press the button and hold it to your ear. "Hello?" You ask groggily, voice still laced with sleep.

"Hey, Y/N. The girls and I are going out later; do you wanna come with?" Jennie's sweet voice asks. You rub your forehead, now opening your eyes and staring at the ceiling as you ponder your options. With a glance at the clock, you see that you've already slept a good portion of the day away.

"I'd love to, but I'm pretty hungover right now Jen." You chuckle despite yourself, grinning when she laughs back.

"Rosie told us you might be dealing with that." Jennie laughs again, but you go quiet. Did she tell them everything that happened, or did she try and forget about it? After all, she basically ran away -- surely she regrets it. You scold yourself for even thinking that someone as out of your league as Rosé could like you back.

"Jisoo whipped up her special 'hangover-reverser' drink for you, as she calls it." She adds, hoping that'll win you over. Lost in your thoughts, you forget to answer her. 

Jennie takes your silence the wrong way, saying, "You don't have to come, but we'd love to hang out." She sounds sad at the thought of you staying home, and a feeling of guilt creeps into your mind. Work has kept you from hanging out with all of them recently, and they miss you. You miss them too, and quickly decide that a hangover (and the awkward situation you'll be subjected to when face to face with Rosé) aren't enough of a deal breaker to decline their offer. 

"I'll be over in a few. Tell Jisoo to make a couple more for the road… I'll need all the help I can get." 

Jennie laughs again, and you pep up at the sweet sound. She celebrates, and you can hear the girls clapping in the background, shouting praise at her for convincing you to come. The two of you say your goodbyes, and you begin getting ready.

-----

"Jisoo, you're a lifesaver." You confess, flopping back onto the couch. The unnie responds with a smug, "I know," from her place in front of the mirror. 

You lick the remaining liquid from your lips, and Rose shifts in her seat across the room. She can't get the feeling of your kiss out of her mind, and seeing you do that only makes things worse. 

"Here's the second one," Lisa says, smirking as she pats your shoulder and hands you the cup. You smile back at her and smack her butt as a wordless thank you.

"Alright, so where exactly are we going, girls?" You ask as you tuck your feet underneath your body.

"I was thinking we could shop around Hongdae. They changed some stuff since we were there last, and it looks awesome." Jennie informs.

"Sounds good to me." Jisoo replies from the adjacent room, applying the finishing touches to her makeup. 

Lisa agrees as well, and so does Rosie. At the sound of her soft voice, you make eye contact with her for the first time today. Ever since you arrived earlier, you've avoided her. She's done much the same, refraining from saying much to you at all. The girls haven't seemed to pick up on the tension yet, but they're observant; surely it won't take them long. 

As you replay the fateful events in your mind again, you allow your head to lull back and rest against the cushion of the couch. Last night, Rosé’s eyes were speaking all of the words she could never tell you out loud, sparkling with repressed desire. It wasn't hard to tell that she was nervous, but she kissed you like she had been waiting to for an eternity. So, clearly, your confusion at the whole situation is understandable. Why did she run away?

"Ready?" Jisoo asks, kicking your foot to get your attention. 

"As I'll ever be." You state as you stick a hand out to her. She understands immediately, swiftly helping you up. A little groan leaves you, your head spinning from standing up so quickly, so she doesn't move until you get adjusted. 

"Thanks," you smile, giving her a sweet kiss on the cheek. Having such good friends always comes in handy, but there's something special to the little moments like these. She hums in response, and the two of you lead the way out to the car.

Rosé watches the whole encounter as she falls in line behind you, wishing she were in Jisoo's place. Last night was a wake up call for her, unexpected in literally every way, and she panicked. Looking back now, she wishes she would've at least explained her behavior to you. The kiss awakened something within her, releasing all of the feelings she's held in for so long. She didn't rush out because she didn't enjoy the kiss; if she had any idea that that's the impression it left on you, she would've ran back in and kissed you a million times over.

Lisa notices Rosie's furrowed brow and downcast eyes, and instantly knows something's up. 

Now in the car, she leans in close to ask, "Everything okay?" 

"Mhm." Rosie replies, doing her best to sound like her normal self. 

The years have made Lisa an expert at reading the slightly older girl, but she doesn't want to push her. If she wants to talk about it, she will.

"Okay…" Lisa trails off, coincidentally making fleeting eye contact with you through the rearview mirror. On any other day, you would've fought Lisa over the seat next to Rosé; but today, of course, is unlike any other. You're in uncharted territory now, and you have no idea when -- or if -- you'll return to normal. For now, you make do with the passenger's seat, keeping yourself busy by looking out the window. Jennie's driving is smooth, and you appreciate that in your altered state. A low pulsing still vibrates through your head every now and then, but it's become much more bearable. Jisoo truly knows what she's doing with that concoction.

----

Hongdae, Seoul -- A Few Hours Later

"Jennie," Lisa huffs out, struggling to carry everything she’s been handed. "How much stuff do you need?!" The maknae does her best to keep the bags from touching the ground, but that task is proving difficult. 

"We're almost there!" Jennie says, dismissing the younger girls complaints. 

A few minutes later, you're seated at the new restaurant Jennie's spent the night talking about. Seeing the girls so happy today has taken your mind off of your own problems somewhat, but sometimes the issues are unavoidable… like right now. 

Though she tries to be discreet about it -- even going so far as to hide behind her menu -- you can feel Rosé's eyes on you. The waiter seated you at a booth, and of course she happened to sit right in front of you. Having her attention has always been something you enjoy, but you're so embarrassed about what happened that you can't help but shy away from it now. If drunkenly confessing your feelings for her wasn't bad enough, you also kissed her. What could be next?

Rosie's dying on the inside a little more with every minute that passes. The past few hours were filled with plenty of fun and stupidity for the lot of you, stopping in just about every store you came across and joking all the while. But the entire time, you and Rosé kept your distance. Occasionally you'd crack a joke to make her laugh or the two of you would share a look, but the air around you was always thick with the emotions you couldn't give voice to. It also doesn't help that part of Rosé is afraid you didn't even really mean to kiss her. If she blames it on your drunkenness, she doesn't have to process her feelings; she can just go back to suffering in silence. When she looks at you, though, she knows there's no denying what you both feel for each other. 

"Can I get you started with some drinks?" The waiter approaches again, pen and pad ready to go.

"Do you have sikhye?" You inquire, raising your head to look at him.

"We do."

"Great," you smile, getting an idea. "I'll take one of those and a glass of water, please." He jots down your request before recording the other orders and setting off to get the drinks prepared. 

In order to preserve the plan, you don't dare look in Rosé's eyes.

A couple minutes later, he returns with a big tray of drinks; it's a wonder he didn't accidently drop any on the way. Jennie and Jisoo ordered multiple for the table so you could sample them, and you smile at the gesture. They all look tasty, but one in particular catches your attention.

When he hands it to you, you wordlessly slide it over to Rosé. You know she loves it, and you did order it for her, after all. She lets out a little gasp of excitement, and you choose this moment to really look at her. Her eyes are shining again, and you laugh -- if anything is capable of cheering her up, it's something that she can eat or drink.

She beams at you while extending her hand, gently resting it against yours on the table. It's warm and comforting, and you can't help but want to hold it forever. Her fingertips brush against the soft skin of your wrist, and you almost melt at the tenderness of the motion. 

Thankfully the other girls aren't paying attention, or else you'd be thoroughly embarrassed. They continue on with their conversation, leaving you and Rosé to get lost in your own world for the next while.

More time passes, in which you place your food orders and the waiter later brings it out to you.

"Enjoy, ladies." He declares before bowing and returning to the host stand. 

"It looks so yummy," Rose moans, snatching up her chopsticks before digging in. The other girls agree as well, and soon all of you are eating like there's no tomorrow. The flavors go perfectly together, and you pat yourself on the back for choosing the dish you did.

"Do you wanna try some?" You ask after noticing Rose eyeing your plate. You quirk an eyebrow at her as you wait for her answer, which comes in the form of a sheepish nod. 

"That's my girl," you declare with a smile on your face, happy to bring back some of your playful banter. Rosie's heart speeds up at the title, but she tries not to show it too much. Although it's a bit unmannerly, you reach a bite of your food across the table to her and grin when she takes it. Her cheeks puff out in that signature chipmunk pose, and your smile widens. 

"Yah, that's delicious." She sighs, closing her eyes to allow her palate to focus on the flavors. 

You shake your head at how much of a dork she is for food, but giggle despite yourself. She really is the cutest.

-----

"Good evening, everyone, this is the manager speaking. Our lounge area will open in 10 minutes, and karaoke will begin shortly after!" 

Lisa looks at Jennie incredulously, her mouth hanging open. "They have karaoke, too?? How cool is that!" 

Jennie smirks, knowing how good she is at choosing places to take you guys. This joint is definitely somewhere that you'll frequent whenever you're around. "I know right?" She asks, satisfied with herself.

In Rosie's eyes, the karaoke announcement was fate working its magic. She's spent the day mulling over everything that's transpired, deciding earlier that all she needed was one more sign. Now that she had that last little push, all she has left to do is gather up all the courage she possesses. 

As the 5 of you finish up your meals and wait for it to kick off, she racks her brain for the perfect song to sing. She's going to confess.

---

Fully stuffed and satisfied with the amazing dinner you just had, you all follow the waiter towards the lounge area. Located in the back of the restaurant, it's complete with 1 main, corner stage, and 2 smaller ones off to the side. Plush couches and chairs stretch out in front of the stages, allowing the audience to kick back and enjoy the performances. 

A small bar is tucked away in the far corner of the room, stocked with a vast array of different liquors and mixes. Strips of light line the shelves behind the bartender, giving the space its own unique style, and you take some time to admire it all. A few small disco balls hang from the ceiling, placed strategically throughout the room to allow for the most amount of ambience possible. All of the different colors of the rainbow take their turn cycling through the projector, flashing and shining around the room in their random patterns. It's a very welcoming place to be.

You're the first guests in there, so you're free to choose whatever stage you want. "Which one should we go to?" Jisoo asks, doing a little half spin as she looks around the room. 

"Really, unnie? You have to ask?" Lisa rolls her eyes and scoffs; she thought her best friend knew her better than that. Obviously Lisa wants to go to the big stage. How else would she show off all of her moves while she sings?

"You're so dramatic." Jisoo grumbles, sending the maknae an annoyed look of her own as she's dragged over to the performance area. You, Jennie, and Rosé trail after them, shaking your heads at their behavior. 

----

"Come on, we're going first." You bite back a laugh as you watch Lisa tug Jennie up from her spot on the sofa, where she had just sat down and gotten comfortable. Jennie tries to protest, even pointing at the drink she just got from the bar to convince Lisa to let her stay, but she isn't having it. They walk over to the kiosk built into the wall, and take their time in choosing a song to sing.

Their performance is a wild ride, to say the least. Lisa forgets the words at one point, opting to compensate by freestyling a rap and dancing around wildly while everyone hypes her up. She could've just looked at the lyrics on the stage screen, you realize, but that wouldn't have been even half as fun. Jennie breaks into the box of props sitting just off stage, pulling out a multicolored, frilly scarf and wrapping it around her singing partner. To finish off her own look, she rummages around until she finds a comically large top hat and pair of heart shaped glasses.

"Golden buzzer!" You shout out, pressing an imaginary button on the table. The girls celebrate, and your combined laughter fills the room. 

Next up is Jisoo, who decides to put her charm on full display and serenade all of you. She starts off on stage, letting her deep voice lull you into a state of entrancement before she approaches the couch. She greets each of you individually, giving you separate attention just like a rock star would, and all of you go wild for her. She tries to keep up the edgy, heartthrob persona, but it fades a bit when she cracks a smile, her eyes turning into those adorable crescents that you all love so much.

As her song comes to an end, you excuse yourself to the bathroom. In order to go through with your plan -- that is, singing a song to Rosie -- you have to calm your nerves a bit first. You splash water on your face and sigh as the chilly liquid slides down your skin. A bead of it trails down your neck, soaking into the cotton of your collar the second it hits it, and you're reminded of last night. A familiar warmth runs through you at the memory of Rosé's hands on your body, taking care of you like always. She's the definition of girlfriend material, and you always kick yourself for waiting so long to tell her about your feelings.

A basket of paper towels sits on the marble countertop of the sink, and you reach forward to grab one and dry your face. With one final look in the mirror, you throw the paper away and exit the restroom. 

Too busy mentally preparing yourself for the performance, you fail to notice that Rosé is already standing on the stage, mic in hand. You lift your head as you near the stage, and she makes eye contact with you; she looks nervous, so you give her a reassuring smile and move back to your seat. Behind the nervousness, you can see how excited she is; you're intrigued. 

"So, this song goes out to a very special girl here tonight. I hope you like it." She announces shyly, garnering some applause from the small group of diners that have filtered their way in from the restaurant. She presses play, and shakes her hands out in an attempt to get rid of the anxiety building within her. Up until now, keeping her worries in check had been doable; though as she stands alone on stage, looking down at the object of her affection, she's afraid all over again. And yet, somehow in an instant, you take some of those fears away. You're looking at her with so much love and encouragement in your eyes that Rosé thinks she can accomplish anything. 

The song -- one you're hearing for the first time tonight -- picks up, and she begins.

There are three words, & I want you to know they are true

There are three words, that I've been dying to say to you 

Burns in my heart, like a fire that ain't goin' out

I need to let you know

You're unintentionally holding in a breath as she croons the words out, singing straight to you. Her soulful vocals ring out across the space, making goosebumps appear on your skin; her voice always strikes a certain chord within you, the beautiful tones sounding like Heaven. She makes it feel like you're the only two people in the room; that even the world stopped for a moment to watch this play out.

I wanna say I love you, I wanna hold you tight

I want your arms around me & I, want your lips on mine

I wanna say I love you, but, babe I'm terrified

My hands are shaking, my heart is racing

Cause it's something I can't hide, it's something I can't deny

So here I go

Baby I lo-o-o-ve you

The smile on your face can't be wiped away by anything; no natural force of the universe could get in the way of this. Your heart swells at her confession as things finally fall into place. Possessed by the love you hold for the goddess in front of you, you decide to be brave and join her on stage. 

She squeals and covers her face as you approach, and the audience erupts into cheers at this. They whistle and clap loudly, and you can hear the distinct voices of the girls from behind you. Pulling her hands away, Rosé's adorable face is revealed in all its glory. She has tears in her eyes, and they let you know that the past 48 hours have been just as much of an emotional rollercoaster for her as they have been for you.

You press a kiss to the back of her hand, feeling your chest tighten at the way it lightly shakes against your lips. You take a step closer and wrap your arms around her waist as she hooks her right one around your shoulders. Her left hand holds the mic between you two, making it so that you can sing the next part together. 

I've never said, these words to anyone, anyone at all

Never got this close, cause I was always afraid I would fall

But now I know, that I'll fall right in-to your arms

Don't ever let me go

I wanna say I love you, I wanna hold you tight

I want your arms around me & I, want your lips on mine

I wanna say I love you, but, babe I'm terrified

My hands are shaking, my heart is racing

Cause it's something I can't hide, it's something I can't deny

So here I go

Baby I lo-o-o-ve you

The entire time you're singing, she can't take her eyes off of you. She watches as your lips move along with the words, your face scrunching up occasionally to aid in hitting all the notes, and she even forgets to keep singing a couple times. You're so close to her, just like last night. She vows that this time will be different, though. 

After you finish the verse, Rosé surges forward, closing what little distance is left between you. During the performance you had gradually migrated closer to one another, so that made her job all the more easy.

She leans into you and smiles at the feeling of your racing heart. It lets her know that this is actually happening -- that after spending so many months waiting to finally confess and have you return her feelings, it's happening.

She tastes the strawberry chapstick on your lips, and it reminds her of the time she told you it's her favorite type. You used to wear a vanilla kind… does that mean you switched to strawberry after she told you that? (Yes, yes it does).

You bring your right hand up to her jaw and cup it as you move to deepen the kiss. A soft groan escapes her lips at this, and she doesn't waste any time in kissing you back even harder than before. It's long-overdue, and she can't get enough of you.

All too quickly, though, Rosie gets lost in the embrace, and the lounge is filled with feedback as the mic drops to the floor. She jumps at the sudden noise before snatching it up, her face crimson with embarrassment. After placing it back on the stand, she turns to hide her face in your neck. You just chuckle as you wrap your arms around her again. She snuggles in close to you, and you rest your head against hers.

"Awwww, they grow up so fast!" Jisoo wails, wiping imaginary tears from her eyes. 

"Cough it up, Jendeukie." Lisa smirks, sticking a hand out in front of the other girl. Jennie shoots her a glare, but nonetheless reaches to the table in front of her to grab her purse. 

"Not another word, Manoban." Jennie says, shoving the 5 dollar bill into Lisa's waiting palm.

The younger girl clears her throat dramatically before saying loudly, "I TOLD YOU SO! Nobody ever listens to the maknae." 

You and Rosé can't contain your laughter anymore, and neither can the girls.

Soon the two of you are back on the couches, cuddling in the corner seat as the others make kissy noises at you. 

She's nestled up against your side, resting her head against your chest contently. 

"I know we kinda did things out of order and all, but I might as well ask. Will you be my girlfriend?" You smile dorkily as she raises up to look at you, a playful smirk of her own tugging at her lips. 

"Absolutely, Y/N." She has stars in her eyes and a dreamy expression on her features as she leans in to kiss you again. 

[thelittlequeerpumpkinwitch]

Title: Six Wordless Ways To Say I Love You

Ships: Moceit, Moxiety, Loceit, Logince, Royality, Dukexiety. 

Summary: Snippets of soft moments between randomized pairings, featuring random prompts from this list. Mostly could be platonic or romantic, whatever floats your personal boat. aka I’m gradually training myself to write again.

Note To Self: Greatly expand on how Janus is so pretty that a single sleepy smile turns Logan into a melted puddle of a man. @treeni 

26. Doing a chore for them that you know they aren't fond of.

Janus pauses halfway down the stairs as the rumble of the vacuum stops suddenly, and is followed by the softest murmur of pain. Patton rubs his wrists and wiggles his fingers, a faint grimace on his face. Janus waits for Patton to start wheeling the vacuum away before he continues down the stairs. Next Thursday, Patton walks into the living room to find Janus already vacuuming. His protests are easily brushed off; Janus insists that he’s more than capable of handling a few chores. They’re all supposed to be working and living together now, are they not? He rather enjoys vacuuming, anyway, and he simply won’t be persuaded from it. He finds it horrible tedious, actually, but the warmth and appreciate in Patton’s smile make it more than worth the trouble.

17. Folding their clean laundry and putting it away.

Virgil tries his best to keep his room put together. He doesn’t like leaving it messy or cluttered; he worries about tripping, worries about losing something important, worries about what the others will think. But some days he just can’t. He tells himself for every day for nearly a week that he’s going to fold that pile of clothes on his chair, but each night he sleeps a little less, his anxiety spikes a bit more, and the task seems more and more daunting. The inevitable crash hits; he sleeps well into the afternoon, and when he finally hauled himself upright, he found the looming pile of clothing mysteriously missing, and his room smelling strongly of fresh baked cookies. He finds the plate of sweets and a sticky note on his nightstand. Hey there, kiddo! You seemed kinda down lately so I made you Patton’s Patented Pick Me Up Cookies! I also folded your laundry for you, I hope that’s okay! I just thought you could use a break from chores. He even signed it with a doodle of his logo. Virgil smiles as he reaches for his cookie, the weight on his shoulders suddenly feeling a bit lighter. 

18. Sharing a soft smile across the room.

Logan stands in the kitchen, looking out on the aftermath of movie night. Popcorn still litters the couch from a jump scare that shook Patton particularly hard. The coffee table is pushed against the far wall, to make space for the honestly absurd amount of mismatched blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals that the rest of the sides are sprawled across - a tangled mess of limbs that Logan had so carefully extracted himself from only minutes before. His chest almost ached with fondness, but it was tinged, as it often was, with regret. They had wasted so many years fighting and hiding from each other. Could it have always been like this, if they’d done things just a little differently ... ? Janus stirs, awakening with a wide yawn. His eyes drift lazily across the room, until they land on Logan, and Janus gifts him with a rare soft, unguarded smile. His train of thought is chased away by the sudden drumming of his heart, and his regrets are forgotten. What they have now is perfect, and he wouldn’t risk changing it for the world. Logan smiles back.

28. Sharing a drink with them from the same straw. 

Roman sits cross legged in his chair, swaying from side to side. He frequently glanced up at Logan, checking for signs of frustration, and occasionally he remembered to take a sip from the caramel latte in his hand. He very much didn’t want to annoy Logan, but he also very much didn’t feel like being alone right now, and he was already using all of his willpower to keep from humming or drumming his fingers on anything. Logan barely seemed to know he was there, for the most part, aside from the rare glance. It was quiet, but not in the stifling the way Roman often found silence to be. It was ... companionable. Nice. Logan reaches for his coffee cup, only to frown when he realizes it’s empty. Without really thinking about it, Roman holds out his latte. Equally without thought, Logan leans over and takes a sip, offering a quiet “thank you” as he returns to his work. Roman resumes his fidgeting with a smile. 

45. Rubbing the back of their hand with a thumb. 

Patton is trying. He knows that he’s only doing harm by keeping his emotions wound so tightly in his chest, and he know it will only get better if he shares them. But thirty years of repression is a hard habit to break, and sometimes it takes him a few days of building up to it before he can admit out loud that he’s sad or angry or hurt. Roman picks up on the signs of distress quickly now that he knows to look for them. When Patton startles a little at his entrance, gives him a smile that’s just a little too wide, and his cheerful tone comes out sharp-edged, Roman sits next to him and takes his hand in his. The tension gradually leaves Patton’s shoulders as Roman rubs calming circles on the back of his hand. He doesn’t ask yet, because he knows Patton still needs a little more time. They’ll talk when he’s ready; Roman doesn’t mind waiting it out with him. 

Virgil’s never really understood Remus’ fascination with Rube Goldberg machines. Like yeah, sure, they’re kind of cool to look at, and they are really impressive feats of engineering. It’s not like he doesn’t appreciate Remus’ ingenuity, because he does. He’s an unsung genius, even if Virgil would never say so to his face, because Remus hates “mushy stuff.” What Virgil doesn’t get is how making them is any kind of fun. It’s so much hard work for such little payoff, and they make him so anxious, because what if he does something just slightly wrong and ruins the whole damn thing? Again? None of that stops from agreeing any time Remus asks him to help build one, though, because he isn’t really there for the machine. Virgil’s there for the way Remus’ eyes light up when he says yes, for the passion in his voice as he rambles about what each makeshift mechanism will do, and for the way he laughs with delight whenever something either works perfectly or fails spectacularly. For the way he winks when he catches Virgil watching him with open awe. Maybe Remus knows he doesn’t really care all that much about building machines, but Virgil knows he doesn’t actually need help building them at all. 

9. Participating in their hobby even if it doesn't personally interest you.

[cultofbeatles]

parts of pete shotton’s book “john lennon: in my life” that stood out to me

(this is semi long and contains book spoilers)

john and pete being the first people ever to get banned from their church 

pete saying john would always share any candy he had with everyone around, but that he would maybe give john one piece of candy 

they held a competition to see who could go the longest without swearing and they both spent so much time focusing on not swearing that they sat in silence 

tw blood/cutting: wanting to do a blood oath and cut their wrists to be “blood brothers” but john brought a dull knife that wouldn't cut so they pretended to do it 

being pyromaniacs (seriously)

john crawling out of all fours and groaning after being canned and making pete get canned even worse because he was laughing 

john being known to pee himself when laughing 

john daydreaming while he was riding his bike, crashing into a parked car, catapulted into the air, hurt his arm pretty bad, but his main concern was the damage to his bike 

they once had a serious fight where pete was about to step on john’s glasses but intentionally missed just to tease john 

persuading their classmates to wear white dog collars that they made in class 

eleven year old john making pete watch him orgasm 

pete and john having sex with their girlfriends in the same bed 

john going through great lengths to avoid dancing because he was horrible at it 

john and paul’s first introduction being awkward as they both just stood there 

pete asking paul if he’ll join the band: “a full minute passed while paul pretended to give the matter careful thought: “oh, all right.” he finally shrugged.”

mimi slamming the door in paul’s face whenever john wasn't there to stop her 

george just pushing himself into the band because he wanted to be there 

paul, george, and john wearing buckets on their head and marching around on paul’s roof to make fun of pete’s cadet graduation ceremony 

one night after julia’s death pete found john completely passed out drunk on a bus and found out that he had been on it for hours. he took him home and tucked him into bed. 

john saying that he wrote in my life with pete and stuart in mind 

cynthia scolding john for saying something outrageous and then john saying something even more outrageous 

the quote, “john bamboozled his new soulmate” in reference to making stuart use his art show money to buy a bass 

brian epstein asking if pete wanted to come back to his house for sex and pete turning him down but following with, “no offense taken. actually, i take it as a compliment!”

calling ringo a runt 

“what’s a fucking wank between friends anyways?” - pete shotton

brian having a reminder of “haircut for george” on his desk because he was in charge of their grooming needs 

john giving pete one of his big beatles paychecks so he had money for christmas

john asking pete “isn't he lovely?” when first meeting julian 

john screaming “hi pete!” at a show because he told the staff to let him know whenever pete arrived 

john hated to be touched and especially by strangers 

john wanted to open his book in his own write with a dedication to pete saying “to pete, who got it first.” but didn't want to hurt mimi’s feelings so he drew a caricature of pete at the beginning and that’s how he dedicated it to him secretly 

pete telling john he would never go to a interviewer and talk about john for money. (he only talked to two authors about john. hunter davies, who he asked john for permission for, and philip norman. who told pete that he was only writing a book about liverpool pop music)

cynthia and john getting in an argument because she wanted a porsche and john said they're too dangerous 

paul was the beatle that was the hardest to get close to 

george’s proudest possession was a painting by bob dylan and he had a guitar shaped pool 

“there never was, and probably never will be, a group more self contained or tightly knit than the beatles were in those days..”

john loved a good pun joke 

john loved hanging out with the monkees and micky dolenz was the craziest one 

“the only thing john hated more than going to bed at night was getting out of it the next day.” MOOD.

john would literally read every single page of the newspaper 

he once saw a tv program talking about autistic kids and donated 1,000 pounds to an autistic foundation 

john making a random guest give him their sgt pepper album so pete could get one 

the beatles almost showed up to brian’s memorial service in bright colorful clothes for “good vibes”

tw suicide: john was convinced brian committed suicide 

george telling pete he use to think he was a “bad influence” on john 

paul thought magical mystery tour was going to be a big masterpiece 

at beatles financial meetings: paul doodling, john high on lsd, ringo asleep in the corner, george actually paying attention 

bill turner (childhood friend of theirs) telling paul he didn't like hello, goodbye and paul being taken back by that

the beatles bought pete a car (jaguar to be specific)

john was very insecure around girls and never knew if they liked him or not 

john thinking his housekeeper would assume him and pete were having sex because they were laying next to each other 

pete was actually happy at first when john and yoko got together because john was happy 

any time john and pete would be laughing together yoko would silence John 

the beatles had to constantly tell ringo he was the best rock drummer in the world before he agreed to join the band again 

paul asking pete if hey jude or revolution should be on the A side, pete saying hey jude, and then paul immediately screaming to john that pete picked his song over john’s. 

there was so many arguments with yoko that would have to be another post itself but i will say it’s awful 

george running after the press in his backyard because he took a photo of him while the police chase george around to arrest him for possession of drugs 

“remember pete, they can't kill you for speaking your mind.” - john lennon

when pete found out about john’s death he went to visit george 

“on the drive back home, memories of john flooded into my head. what a life, i thought.” <3

[sunnyoldbear]

Luca Headcanons Part 2

DoesLast one blew up and I was gonna wait to make another before making this one but then my Italian fish obsessed brain couldn’t stop thinking and I literally couldn’t stop myself so let’s go, part 2!

Luca:

Has nightmares of what would happen if things went differently: If he was sent to The Deep, if he and Alberto were outed as sea-monsters before the race, if Ercole, Cicco, and Guido didn’t miss Alberto when throwing the harpoons at the beach, if Alberto didn’t come with the umbrella during the race and he was outed in front of the town and hit with Ercole’s harpoon, etc. He always wakes up terrified. 

Apologizes to inanimate objects if he bumps into them or drops them.

Names everything he comes in contact with. Random animals such as birds, insects (even though he’s terrified), erasers he uses often, etc. They’re always random, silly names, but he loves them. 

Is a slow reader because of how he fantasizes himself in the books and daydreams, then is snapped back to reality.

Keeps a dream journal!

Loves making stories about the stars and constellations. He loves the original stories, but he loves to make up his own.

Honestly I just get the vibe that he’s scared of birds after the encounter with the seagull.

His favorite color is purple followed by green!

Giulia’s mom buys him his own bike and he loses his mind, loving it so much

He’s a bit awkward with making friends at school, sticking to Giulia’s side most of the time

He doesn’t really care for music

He can fall asleep anywhere, honestly. He once fell asleep leaning against the doorway and then crashed onto the floor

Alberto loves to doodle on his arms and hands and Luca doesn’t really care to wash them off so they just kinda chill there. 

He’s very easy to prank and scare

Oh you should see him around the holidays! He’s so excited! His eyes sparkle and shine, he absolutely loves the decorations!

He’s not competitive, actually. He just wanted the prize money to get the Vespa, but he doesn’t really care about winning. He just... Isn’t competitive

He is very protective over his friends. Do what you want to him, but lay a hand on someone he loves and he will tear you a new one. We see him in the movie just frown when Ercole makes fun of him, but when Ercole shoved Alberto, all bets were off.

Charts the stars

He doesn’t have one love language, he has all of them, but probably Physical Touch and Quality Time more than anything, or Acts of Service.

Drinks expresso more often than he probably should, but just to get through his schoolwork

Misses his goatfish more than he wants to admit, especially little Giuseppe

Allergies beat him up during the spring

Slowly gets used to cats with Machiavelli’s kittens, but he’s still scared of the chunky boy

A teacher at school made the mistake of introducing him to Shakespeare. He spent hours sobbing over a good chunk of the plays.

Because he liked Shakespeare, Giulia’s mom got him some poetry books. He was not a fan of Edgar Allan Poe or Agatha Christie or Mary Shelley, all the horror/murder type stuff. He loved Emily Dickinson though!

Is as terrified of losing Alberto as Alberto is terrified of losing him

While he isn’t as touchy with Giulia as he is with Alberto, he does get more touchy with her

Reads tons of books about cats, dogs, and turtles to give Machiavelli, Nerone, and Caligola the care they need

Hears about human farms and loses his mind, rapidly asking questions about how they work and if they’re similar to his own

Giulia tries to convince him that fairytales are real. He has nightmares about them for a few nights until Massimo has to tell him that fairytales are made up and her mom changes them slightly to be more... Non-scary. She starts telling them to him to bed just because she misses doing so, and then he can’t fall asleep without someone telling him a story.

Doesn’t do the handshake with anyone that isn’t Alberto or Giulia.

Giulia’s mom calls him “fishy” or “guppy” and he wants to hate it but he can’t

Hates it when people call him cute or baby him, but his family + Alberto + Marcovaldos still do it

Once heard some French Tourists and stared at Giulia and went “why is their Italian so weird sounding” and she lost her shit laughing

Doesn’t swear, refuses to swear

Tries to use Vespa stamps if they’re available

Once he learns what “Piacere, gioralamo trombetta” means, he sends a letter to Alberto which is just him freaking out and laughing while making fun of it. They don’t stop saying it. In fact, they probably say it more.

He has a map in his room with pushpins of where he’s been. Beside it are a bunch of sticky notes of where he wants to go with Alberto with reasons on why he wants to go.

Has a little bit more courage, but not too much

He’s often teased for calling others “sir” or “ma’am” and so he feels really shy about it but doesn’t stop

Refuses to call Massimo and Giulia’s mom by their names, it just feels too awkward for him

Makes friendship bracelets for the trio as well as separate ones for him and Alberto, then him and Giulia.

While he loves gelato, he doesn’t like it as much as Alberto

I feel like he’d dot the i’s in Giulia’s name with hearts but no one else’s

People at school think he has a crush on her but he doesn’t

He and Alberto still say they sleep under the anchovies. No matter how often he researches stars, he’ll always call them anchovies around him.

Sticks out his tongue when focused

Doesn’t like aquariums, he stares at those fish and he just feels trapped

Loves to dance in the rain

Does that little feet tappy dance thing when he’s excited or shakes his hands

Honestly half of his vocabulary is stern shouts of “Alberto!” “Giulia!” or “silenzio Bruno, silenzio Bruno! Silenzio Bruno!”

Speaking of, he can’t just say “Silenzio Bruno” once, it’s always him saying it more than once, especially when he’s really scared

He doesn’t have loud, aggressive sneezes, but he does have sneeze fits. Once he sneezed so many times that with every one his face got closer to his desk until it just went BAM and he has a massive bruise on his forehead for days. 

Sometimes just goes into the water and swims to relax. If he’s feeling homesick, he’ll do some daring trick and then instinctively turn to smile at Alberto only to realize he isn’t there

His dad still keeps crabs but lets Luca name them. Luca chooses to name them all after space things. Mainly moons, but sometimes planets or galaxies

Secretly feels really guilty about Alberto selling their Vespa

After almost being sent to The Deep, he is terrified of the dark and can’t sleep without a light on, no matter how dim it is

Alberto:

Matching pajamas with both Massimo and Giulia! (Refuses to match with her, Massimo yelled at them)

Tries to see what triggers his transformation. Does watermelon? Does juice? Is it any liquid? He’ll find out!

Calls Giulia “Spewlia” just to piss her off

Those two are always arguing. Yes, he often starts it

Lots of tattoos and ear piercings!

Will into Giulia’s room, stare her dead in the eyes, call her a bitch, and run out while leaving the door open. She’ll scream at him and probably throw something. 

Tends to shorten people’s names. He calls Luca “Lu,” “Lulu,” and even “Luke.” Luca does not like any of these names.

Still builds his Vespas! They’re not as fun without Luca, though

Takes Giulia with him sometimes too and purposely crashes into the sea or something just to see what she does. 

Gains quite a bit of muscle 

Is the one who takes down all the sea monster things with Massimo. He and Lorenzo carry Smuca to the fountain

Idk I feel like he has loud sneezes

I also feel like he makes that weird cough face like that one cat idk I just know I’m right

He doesn’t just sing... He scream sings

Doesn’t know how to dance but if there is music he will dance

Loves dancing in the rain too!

Sometimes he’ll just walk into Giulia’s room and gossip with her. They’ll make a blanket fort and grab some snacks and cats and just... Spend the night talking and catching up

She teaches him how to braid hair and now he just loves doing her hair

Bites his lip quite a bit. That’s canon but like, still worth mentioning

Learns how to ride a bike so he doesn’t get killed or something

Keeps a journal on things Luca and Giulia are interested in so he can learn about them. He writes down bullet points on what he remembers from conversations, but it’s honestly not much

He doesn’t have big dreams other than traveling the world with Luca. He knows Giulia wants to be a marine biologist and Luca wants to travel the world + is still figuring things out. He has short term goals other than that and changes the topic about it.

A popular headcanon is that Alberto takes care of the goatfish when Luca’s at school and I think that would happen!

He’s shockingly good with kids! When not working, he loves playing soccer with them by the fountain

He almost named Machiavelli’s mate “Frog” because he can’t name things

Half the time when Giulia and/or Luca talk about school, he goes “I don’t what that means, but I’m choosing to define it as ____” and won’t let them prove him wrong

Technically canon but he will bite. Chomp chomp.

When he meets Giulia’s mom, they love to paint together

He does make some friends in Portorosso, but none are as close to him as his sister and best friend!

This man is the most dramatic person good lord

Love language is definitely physical touch!

Still screams “Take me, gravity!” pretty often

Can’t do work alone without music. He doesn’t really like opera but he can’t stand silence, he just can’t

Sometimes he thinks of Luca’s betrayal and is really angry, but knows he’d probably do the same if the roles were reversed. It was about self preservation and the risk of living. He still gets upset about it sometimes, but completely forgives him and understands

Is always torn between giving Giulia genuine facts about sea creatures and giving her such absurd but lowkey believable lies. He wants her to succeed so badly but also wants to screw her over

If you give him anything, he will play with it. String? A toy. A pen? A toy. A literal rock you found on the side of the road? A gorgeous toy, thank you!

Never just goes into the water, he will always be dramatic and dive in or jump

Sometimes when not on duty, he just blows his lifeguard whistle because he thinks it’s cool

He loves yoyos!

Will noogie Giulia.

Sometimes gets scared that Massimo will abandon him, but it seems like Massimo always knows

Città Vuota is his favorite song!

Doodles all over everything, especially Giulia and Luca’s arms and legs. They range from little stars to tic tac toe games to fish to anything that comes to mind

Giulia:

Is very much into photography! Luca always does hearts with his hands/fingers while Alberto does stupid poses or flips her off... or both.

Hums and sings a lot! 

Also loves to dance and is the best of the trio! Loves to twirl and vibe even if there’s no music! It’s just her personality

She doesn’t just hug, she jumps into their arms and holds them close

Sometimes just to annoy Alberto she’ll hug him and press kisses to his head and cheeks. Siblings gonna be annoying.

Always has so much energy but really struggles with sitting still for homework after such long hours in school that her grades aren’t all that good except for Astronomy!

The most competitive of the trio

Bites her lip when she’s nervous

Started wearing her hat to match her dad when she was little and now she doesn’t like being without it

Has probably fallen asleep in class

Loves watermelon and gelato

While Ciccio and Guido apologize for their actions, she doesn’t forgive them and doesn’t want to. She has every right to

Gets really into singing when she’s singing along to songs

Doesn’t like makeup for herself but will hold the boys captive to do their makeup

Loves puns! Will make sea puns to piss off Alberto and Luca, but Luca loves them so it half-works

Loves copying Alberto’s lipbite

Machiavelli her beloved <3 

Loves her fam so much! She’s got pictures of them everywhere and is constantly buying them gifts

Speaking of! Her love language is giving gifts! 

She’s actually pretty good at making friends since she can read people so well. It’s just that Portorosso doesn’t have any.... Great kids to befriend and Genova just has too many that she sticks to a small group which eventually fades, as groups do

She isn’t the most emotional but she also isn’t the least emotional. She doesn’t cry often but she does get sad and shows it

I don’t know why I feel this way but I definitely think she’s scared of the doctor

She used to be scared of thunderstorms until meeting her boys and the race happened. Now she associates rain and storms with that win

Summer is her favorite season

She knows everyone in Portorosso by name and knows most of their birthdays by heart

Speaking of, she always celebrates Alberto’s birthday like her like her life depends on it

Now loves racing on her bike even more cause of the race

Calls Alberto “Berto” and is the only one allowed to do say

A very light sleeper

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More on the way probably they’re all I think about