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i hate how sometimes people make out rachel to be this tragic heartbroken mess. WELL FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT
she was the one who dumped percy in the first place
and the scene after that she said "I don't have to tell you what you have to do now, right?" with the next scene being percy confessing to annabeth
she genuinely CHOSE to be the oracle, if she was really serious about percy she would have not have gone along with the whole thing without being a tiny bit sad about not dating percy
she flat out admitted percy was just a vehicle for her to be involved with the greek world
she is not august by taylor swift. she is not driver's license by olivia rodrigo. she did not care less about percy once he didn't reciprocate pls 😭
#percy was more disappointed than rachel which is saying something since his reaction was just “oh ok that sucks"#they were just two friends who impulsively tried something new with their friendship and were like “yeah no thanks”#so STOP writing fics about rachel trying to get percy back or still yearning for percy so that annabeth can come beat her up#percy jackson#pjo#rick riordan#pjo fandom#annabeth chase#percy jackon and the olympians#heroes of olympus#percabeth#percy and rachel#platonic perachel#percy and annabeth#percyjackson#percy pjo#percy series#the last olympian#pjo headcanons#percy jackson fandom#rachel pjo#rachel elizabeth dare
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Rachel and Khun are a lesbian and a gay man with unimaginable, catastrophic levels of beef. wlw/mlm hostility taken to the extreme. They'd try to kill each other in any universe
#tower of god#i don’t write or read fanfic but I desperately hope there’s a fic out there that’s like.#a modern au or whatever where they all work at a coffee shop but rachel and khun have still tried to kill eachother#khun tried to push rachel into oncoming traffic & rachel tried to drown khun in the pool at a work party. yknow#i still won’t read it. but. I hope it exists
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Masterlist ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-
ꕥ: Angst 𐦍༘⋆: Fluff. ◡̈: Hurt & Comfort
The Last of Us
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Back At The Station 𐦍༘⋆ ellie x reader - modern AU (Coming Soon!)
Hot & Heavy ꕥ 𐦍༘
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Streamer!Ellie HCs𐦍༘⋆
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The Recital 𐦍༘⋆ ellie x reader - modern AU (Coming Soon!)
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Arcane
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-The Measures in Between (Coming Soon!)
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Violet & Powder (ꕥ)
Life is Strange
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#arcane#fics#tlou#crushie tries writing#writing#ellie williams x f!reader#ellie williams fluff#elliewilliams#arcane jinx#jinx x reader#sevika#sevika x reader#vi x reader#vi arcane#abby anderson#abby tlou#lis#life is strange#chloe price#max caulfield#rachel amber
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literally read at writer’s open mic tonight and someone in the audience said “holy shit!” as soon as i finished
#and then the nonfiction professor tried to tell me i should write my thesis as a memoir#she was like ‘it sounds like you have a lot to write about.’#and i was like yes rachel thank you i know my life is extremely tragic.
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my hot take is that while you’re entirely within your right to hate nathan, the game actively wants you to sympathize with him at the end of it. this is why max’s feelings for nathan remain ambiguous throughout the game ( but she never, ever hates him -- especially after the jefferson reveal ) and why the voicemail exists at all. nathan is an objectively shitty person, he’s done some unforgivable things, it’s true! yet the game makes it clear that he was never the actual antagonist of the game … he was a red herring, a scapegoat, a tool. lis:1 at it’s core is about how the kids of blackwell are failed repeatedly by adults, and how easily these kids turn on each other rather than confronting the problems inherent within the people meant to protect them. nathan is failed by his father and jefferson. rachel was failed by david, her father, and jefferson first and foremost. victoria is failed by jefferson too. kate is failed by every adult in her life, and there has always been a heavy emphasis placed on their wrongdoings rather than victoria’s or nathan’s. and, in many ways, they’re all let down by principle wells for how he handled things. the game gives the kids ( including nathan! ) a lot of grace that isn’t afford to the adults. you can argue that nathan is irredeemable or a truly rotten person, but to act like the game holds him up as an antagonist or villain is rather ridiculous imo.
#to be deleted#it’s even obvious in the fact that nathan supposedly killed rachel on accident. just like he kills chloe on accident#meanwhile jefferson purposefully and meticulously kills nathan chloe AND victoria potentially. without a shred of remorse#like the game does not view him as an evil monster. the game views him as a kid who was led further astray by the adults meant to guide him#i typically write nathan in a very dark way and i do think many people are prone to woobifying him but also??#to act like he was meant to be hated after a certain point is ridiculous. the game even makes you feel bad about the warren nathan beatdown#anyway!!! anyway. i do not think nathan is an actual antagonist in lis:1. he is a false antagonist that the game tries hard to make you feel#bad for … yknow?#nathan can still be awful and do awful things and still be approached with sympathy#and still not be a villain of the first game. thats just my onion#sorry i was reminded of old nathan takes on a certain blog and was very :/ about it all. woof!
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I'm so sane. Only sane people think about "Life is Strange but isekai'd into Paper Mario TTYD". I'm so sane I swear.
#bulletbilltime rambling#life is strange#paper mario ttyd#another one in the 'absolutely stupid ideas' pile that I am taking way too seriously#somehow not the weirdest nintendo property I've tried to put LiS in.#but yeah there's like... something darkly fascinating there#both properties feature a great calamity involving a storm#and imagining regular old max with no fighting abilities whatsoever using her powers to overcome stuff mario can just jump on#is deeply fascinating to me#it turns a lot of these conflicts into more cerebral ones#not even 'talk it out' but like... 'outsmart your opponent so they can be defeated without needing to attack'.#and imagining max coming into her own as she learns to outwit dragons and pirate ghosts and the like#I even imagined the intro sequence but it's rachel sweet-talking the shopkeep into letting her try to open the box#so she can then run off and pawn it off to get coins so she and chloe can leave rogueport#however since the shopkeep is a plant the x-nauts are immediately alerted and they catch up to her before she can find a pawn shop#so the peach segments are now peach and rachel trying to figure out how to get info down to the others.#chloe works as a mechanic on the excess express btw. it was the closest I could think to a car mechanic type job for her to have#max and chloe would find each other as max is heading to glitz pit#and then chloe immediately gets max to join her as a tag team duo to get the championship#taking advantage of her abilities to lay the smackdown on their enemies#ALSO MAX AND CHLOE ON FLAVIO'S SHIP??? HELLO THIS IS TOO PERFECT#chloe gets way too into it and seeks out a pirate outfit and goads max into getting one too#meanwhile goombella and the others are just sitting there looking at them like 'when are they gonna kiss'#(mario is conspicuously absent because peach never sent him the map)#(in this AU peach is chased down by the x-nauts before she can try to send it and ends up giving it to max as a desperate gambit)#(since them trying to take it from her means they probably want it for evil and from a quick interaction she can tell Max is a kind soul)#oh yeah also shadow queen causing a storm like the one in arcadia bay is a given#that's just... duh#anyway this crossover is stupid and insane and I am EXTREMELY invested in plotting out a story with it now#will I write it? fuck if I know. nanowrimo's right around the corner tho......
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The feeling when you realise you do not have the vocab to write a Welsh limerick.

I can't think of words to rhyme with tractor, or an easy rhyme for the middle. 😭😭😭
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kevin day is so rachel berry coded
#like especially s1 rachel#that episode where she finds out that all of the glee kids r lip syncing to her singing#WHEN SHE SAYS AND I QUOTE: I HAVE CHOSEN MILEY CYRUS’ THE CLIMB BC ITS ABOUT OVERCOMING OBSTACLES AND BEATING THE ODDS. IN MY CASE THE#OBSTACLE IS YOU: MY LACKLUSTRE TEAMMATES WHO REFUSE TO CARRY THEIR OWN WEIGHT#please tell me that is not kevin day#it literally is i hate him (im in love w him)#one day i will write the glee au and i’ll be insufferable abt it#what would the like. riko thing be like would he have tried to sabotage kevin’s singing career by damaging his vocal chords 😭#aftg#kevin day#maddie.txt
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I still haven't done the house of hope and I'm trying so hard not to listen to Raphael's theme because I hear it goes hard and I wanna hear it there but people keep saying how good it is and Im losing strength
#the fact that its one of the few things that hasn't been spoiled for me#also I'm gonna do it just for fun because im thinking of maybe giving raph the crown#i like to cause problems#and I love evil men#bg3#baldur's gate 3#raphael#also I hope im spelling his name right I have such a hard time with it#and auto correct is 0 help it tried to write Rachel#also it tries to correct words using spelling mistakes I've made before??? like what??
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i feel like rachel cusk is who sally rooney and naoise dolan wish they were in terms of writing
#they are like those tiktokers who want to make music and say “my music sounds like so and so” except it's writing novels and it tries to#evoke rachel cusk#does that make sense
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will forever be thinking about talia as rachel amber i cannot get over this IT FITS TOO WELL
#i love wwy but i was so excited to write an au where talia IS rachel#and mischa had a whole thing like before the storm with her#then noel comes back from the city and tries to find her with mischa#the angst potential was SO GOOD#but rewriting a whole ass game is way too hard😭
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APPLE CIDER
loser!ellie x ditzy!reader
author’s note: english is not my first language. they’re inspired by cat and robbie in victorious bc i saw this edit and i couldn’t just don’t do nothing. ellie is just so mf in love with you omg.
warnings: ellie is IN LOVE, truly. reader is clueless. mention of marriage. reader is going out with a girl (booo🍅🍅) and she’s a asshole, ellie comforts you. fluff!



ellie is DELIRIOUS ’bout you, you share the same friend group so everyone knows she’s in love with you, but everyone also knows they can’t tell you because they already tried, but you didn’t believed, always excused it.
once, julien tried to tell you: “i’m telling you, she fucking loves you!” you laughed, “i knows she loves me, i love her too.” you said smiling and julien rolled her eyes, “i mean she wants you! like a girlfriend!” “yeah! we’re totally girlfriends!” you answered genuinely, “lord help me…ellie is in love with you. she wants to kiss you, with tongue. she draw you naked on her sketchbook, she writes songs about you, she gave your name to her favorite star.” you looked at her for a moment, without saying anything, just analyzing. “you know i don’t understand irony.” you said and julien gave up, changing the subject.
little did you know it’s aaaalll true, ellie’s big motivation to go the college everyday is to one day she have a great job and earn a lot of money to spoil you with all the expensive makeup you like and a pretty ring that you deserve. one page on her sketchbook has you in a wedding dress and veil, with your name + williams wrote on it. nobody else has ever saw it, it’s too precious to her.
so imagine her state when you started seeing a new girl, rachel. she was miserable, thinking you would never look at her the same way, but in one radom thursday you sat at the cafeteria table with a pout and sad eyes, ellie was experiencing a bittersweet feeling: at the same time time you looked so cute and sweet with that face, she was mad someone or something had made you sad. “rachel told me she liked me more when she didn’t really know me.” you announced to your friends, almost crying but before anyone could say anything ellie let a loud scoff, “are you fucking serious? this girl is insane?” she said and everybody was shocked, no one had ever seen ellie so mad and speaking so loudly, you just looked at her, speechless, batting you eyelashes at her, she swore you were trying to hypnotize her. “anyone who says they don’t like your personality is fucking insane, anyone should be fucking proud to get to know you. to know the pretty person you’re, inside and out, to know your kind heart and your bright mind. i’m not gonna sit here and listen to you say how rachel it’s just a difficult person when in reality she’s just a asshole, she’s a damn prick. she doesn’t deserve you, and you don’t see this! you don’t see how she talks ‘bout you when you’re not around, you don’t see because you trust her and it is the saddest and yet the prettiest thing ‘bout you, you believe her besides everything. but you need to wake up, she doesn’t like you! she likes to have you by her side, to show you off, to kiss you and show everyone how she has a pretty girl by her side. but she doesn’t truly like you, she likes how you make her feel, because she fucking knows how much you like her.” when ellie finished your face was all wet with tears, and ellie was out of breath, looking at you, fearing your reaction.
you got up and went to hug ellie, who was on the other side of the table. she embraced your body, smoothing your back while you cried and tightly hugged her body. when you calmed down you took your head out of her shoulder and looked at her, “thanks for the cold shower els, i needed it.” you said and waved goodbye to the group. you head to the rachel’s dorm to end everything right after this. maybe ellie has a chance after all.
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Dumping the start of the tags here cause tumblr has a tag limit of 30 :/ sorry op

Okay hold on



also more things I couldn't fit in. after cuddy bails out choreman chase gets assigned a bunch of clinic hours as Punishment TM. But mom-dad wilson (house is dad-mom) keeps him company till house gets angsty and comes to bail him out pick him up.
More I couldn't fit in at the end so I dumped here outta order:
wilson teahces the ducklings to paint since obvi house passed down his musical talents
rich kid chase got assigned clarinet at age 6. he's ok but has 0 heart. house jokingly points him towards a lyre in a music shop and he takes to it instantly. house go to tease him (baby angel lookin-) but chase looks so overjoyed and he says something like "look just like David played for Saul" so he melts on the spot (and convinces wilson to by him a kinnor so he doesn't know its his idea. he sings like a screeching alterboy tho)
I think cameron can sing but she's quiet and stumbles so she refuses to get formal training. she's tear rendering on a cello tho. surprisingly she can dj like all hell too. she had a wild college life before her 1st husband
foreman can sing smooth as silk. but he can't play an instrument to save his life (no patient for it). his dancing though? stage worthy. can be convinced to show off after a couple drinks.
Obsessed with the whole vibes of early season one of House. The ducklings have the energy of dysfunctional siblings along with their insane Vicodin-addict father. Wilson isn’t shown to have an office yet so he just lingers at House’s side while constantly and giving him fuck-me eyes. Wilson will just sit in on diagnoses and give his advice like he doesn’t have any responsibilities in the world. When the team needs to (illegally) shrink a patient’s tumor so it’s small enough to operate on, Wilson just says “alright” and does it along with Cameron. Chase does a silly American accent to fool a patient’s mother and it WORKS. Foreman is new and already despises everyone. House comments on how fuckable Wilson looks when Wilson is simply wearing a green tie and nice shoes. An old woman says that House has the same bedroom eyes as Ashton Kutcher. At one point the team, House, Wilson, and Cuddy all gather together in the small lab room to discuss a patient and are all basically brushing shoulders. Wilson reads a love poem out loud in the middle of the hospital to House. House eats tomato sauce that the team suspected was killing the patient. Wilson ditches his wife on Christmas Eve to go hang out with House and it shows a montage of them laughing and eating take-out. Cuddy greets House and Wilson by saying “hi, boys” like they’re kids. Foreman and Cameron are tasked to search a patient’s home and Foreman eats the ham he found in their fridge because he was hungry. The first scene with House shows him and Wilson walking down the hallway literally brushing hands and shoulders despite the hallway being huge. One of the first things Wilson does is lie to House. Wilson asks House — who rarely ever takes cases unless he finds them really interesting — to take a case and House just takes it. When asked why it was so easy, House just looks at Wilson with a smirk and says “you know why” and then they both smile at each other. This is all in the span of the first eight episodes.
#cameron watches the met gala with wilson and they make a tradition of judging the Shit outfits together (they both still suck at shopping)!#they still go shopping. but for silly obscure mugs! they make a death match outta it! foreman introduces them to ebay and decimates them!#it gets so bad house inlists amber to take them (wilson + cameron) shopping. somehow he and chase end up tagging along#chase and amber actually slay the house down. they are effective and vicious at shopping.#think crazy rich aunt who shows up once a month for a shopping spree therapy ses. and bad bitchin life advice. then you never see her again#later that night chase and foreman go out drinking. they have a bro moment get robbed and some how they're the ones who end up in jail#(probably for drunkenly disorder)#they get their phone call and chase is like noooo i cant tell mom and dad theylll be sooo disappointed in me :( (house is not)#foreman is like i gotchu bro and calls up cuddy at like 5 am. she brings rachel with her cause she cant be left alone yet#(its fine tho she was already up. kids r just Like That) she shows up eyebrow raised like 'Boys'.#foreman the lil shit points at chase straight face and says it was all his idea. his fault. tried to stop him but nooo he wouldnt listen 🙄#and since foreman is (canonically) cuddy's favourite she believes him.#thats how foreman gets brotherly revenge for chase always throwin the rest of the team under the bus and bein a lil snitch (affectionate)#chase regrets not calling cameron and facing her moral wrath for all of 5 mins. then they get to cuddys car#and chase lights up like a stage 4 cancer patient in a ct scan. cause rachel is in the car. and rachel ADORES foreman. finds him facinating#he's her new teddy. she asks him every question under the sun + leaves him covered in Child Stickiness. chase thinks this is an Opportunity#but plot twist foreman is great with kids. he listens and answers and gives fun neuro facts. rach makes the 😮 face kids make till shes 13.#she gets in trouble @school for diagnosing kids w/ stuff (mostly true) but her teacher is so confused about this kids family she just 👋#foreman always makes time for Rachel between cases holidays etc. and bring your kid to work day is right after her birthday.#so she goes every year spends the day in the teams or wilson's office. sitting in foremans lap until she just kicks him off and steals it.#also she has a height chart in foreman's Dark Shadowy Corner that she updates every year and everybody must Write A Note every year#on the flip side she hits chameron with the double 'why are you both blonde. sad.' and they both die of humiliation.#everyone thinks rachel'll take after foreman when she shows interest in medicine. she does. in a way. she goes into psychology :)#when she announces this (either in the clinic or in an ambulance over some guy who collapsed) house (who with wilson + cuddy coparent rach)#has what'll become known as The Great House Swoon of 2026 when rachel hits 18 yes i did math. he's fine tho. what's the logic behind this?#what season is it in? shhh no :) as a gift 4 college wilson gives rachel the dime she swallowed as a baby gold plated on a chain cause well#house md#gay dads hilson#h/w/c#the og ducklings
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Why Dontnod's games feel original and inspired (and why Deck Nine's games don't)
So, I've talked at length about how Double Exposure feels much more like a corporate product than a playable piece of art entertainment [My initial thoughts on the DE trailer] [My thoughts on the early access paywall] [My thoughts on the weird marketing].
But now with the release of Lost Records, I feel like I have no choice but to confront the question: were any of Deck Nine's games truly original or inspired in any way? And honestly, I have to say no.
Objectively, I could say it's because Deck Nine literally has not produced any original IP's since their rebrand from Idol Minds in 2017. Their only narrative adventure games are all part of the LiS franchise. But even their most original game, True Colors, pretty obviously follows the first game's narrative formula (young woman with a superpower investigates a sudden disappearance/death in a small town with a dark secret, has two opposite sex love interests, learns about a twist villain, is nearly murdered, and goes through a psychological nightmare in the last episode) to a tee. But oh look, there's also a LARP!
But I believe there's more to it than that, because when I look at Dontnod's games, they are always inspired by other works. Life is Strange 1 plays very clear homage to Twin Peaks with the Pacific Northwest setting and Rachel Amber resembling Laura Palmer. Max Caulfield is named after the protagonist of The Catcher in the Rye, another novel about the fleeting innocence of childhood and superficiality of society. Life is Strange borrows tropes from Donnie Darko, Groundhog Day, The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo, Stand By Me, and even Blue is The Warmest Color for its themes and plot points. Just take a look at its "Shout-out" page on TV Tropes. And the result is... something completely original, with riveting plot twists, memorable characters, and an ending that will make you cry.
This shouldn't make sense, right? You'd think this big soup of references would turn into an indistinguishable mess of cliches, but Life is Strange managed to be a synthesis of everything the writers loved and were inspired by, to become something completely new. Why? Because nobody had tried to take Twin Peaks, Donnie Darko, and The Catcher in the Rye and turn it into a video game before! And make it gay!
The point being, Dontnod consistently makes original material because they take creative risks. This is definitely not done lightly, since they still need to be a company that generates profit, but they still prioritize making art over selling out. Their stories feel inspired because they are inspired; when writers love what they're writing about, the result is a passion project that has loving, clever nods to all the works that are woven into it.
So perhaps a way to reword that first question is to then ask, "Have Deck Nine's games ever been inspired by anything?" And unfortunately, the answer is still no. Instead, they just copy what they hope will sell well. And a bland imitation for the sake of generating profit is never going to produce anything that feels original.
This takes me back to Lost Records, which is also clearly inspired by the same works: Twin Peaks, It: Chapter One, The Craft, The Blair Witch Project, The Goonies, Stand By Me. But again, no other game studio besides Dontnod has ever looked at these works and thought, "But what if it starred teenage lesbians instead?" Or, more specifically: "How do we capture the spirit of what made these media great and incorporate that into a new story for a new audience?" And those characters have so much thought and care poured into them too: while I've been disappointed that Double Exposure Max looks airbrushed to hell and back, I love that the Bloom & Rage girls have asymmetrical faces, acne, freckles, body hair, skin discoloration, and diverse body types. Double Exposure is marketed as nostalgia bait for fans, where Max is reduced to a prettied-up, polished-up, representation of nostalgia, not even her own character anymore, in a game that otherwise has no connection to the original. Her quips are reduced to "Hey! Remember our good ol', dad-joke cracking, dorky Max Caulfield??" and her grief is shoved aside for "Hey, look at that appealing new love interest! Because we knoooow y'all love your sapphic romance, right?"
By contrast, Lost Records has only been out for 10 days, but I already feel like the girls are some of the most memorable characters I've come across in gaming for the niche they fill. Swann seems like your typical Max-like dork, except she's also a movie buff and giddy about bugs, horror, and the paranormal; and has clearly been affected by her mother's fatphobic beliefs. Autumn is a level-headed leader who always stuck to her desire to help others, and her Blackness naturally informs her desire to feel valued and not cause trouble in a small, very white, conservative town. Nora intrigues me so much for going from a fun-loving rebel punk teen to a more gender-conforming, capitalist-leaning, influencer businesswoman. And Kat feels like an evolution of Chloe's cynicism, where her scrappy charm belies an almost unsettling obsession with the occult and a deep, tragic chasm of rage at having to confront her mortality far too young. They make sense. They feel carefully written, genuine, and like real people.
But most of all, Dontnod's games have never felt like products. In fact, most of their characters have historically gone against the grain of what traditionally "marketable" characters are. The first LiS took all these aforementioned stories about straight white men and chose to remix and retell it through the eyes of a young, queer, time-traveling girl instead. Tell Me Why is the first AAA game with a trans protagonist, and Tyler is voiced by a trans actor in all the language dubs. Lost Records decided that it would tell its story through four queer teenage girls, with women writers onboard, and fucking own it. As long as Dontnod keeps making games that stick to their creative integrity, I'll keep respecting their vision in whatever they decide to create next. Also, maybe I should finally watch Twin Peaks.
Thank you for reading!
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🍷 in vino veritas
What better birthday gift can one give than the gift of truth?
pairing: seungkwan x fem!reader word count: 3.4k genre: fluff, smut/nsfw rating: r-18. nsfw, mdni! tags: oblivious idiots in love with each other, mutual pining, literally can’t resist each other once they start, we're still celebrating seungkwan's birthday here, mentions of food, barely proofread pls bear with me warnings: alcohol, allusions to sex, eventual sex haha, making out, dry humping (?) making love, groping, fingering, implied unprotected sex (help idk how to do nsfw tags pls tell me if i missed anything
a/n: this was based on two requests lifetimes ago by rachel @strxwberry-skiess and tara @diamonddaze01. i have a feeling you two don’t remember it anymore haha but i’m tagging both of u anyway. this was also intended as a seungkwan birthday fic that i’ve been revising back and forth and just wasn’t satisfied enough to post until now, hence the setting. i hope this marks the end of my writing drought—i desperately need it.
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It started with a sweater and spilled soju.
“I’m so sorry!”
“No, don’t worry about it!”
“But it’s your favorite sweater. I just ruined it.”
Technically, you both did. It actually started with dinner at your place because you owed him. Big time.
A few weeks ago, you dared to be the only one who didn’t bring a gift to Seungkwan’s birthday gathering—and everyone called you out for it. So with the whole party as witness, Hansol and Chan made you promise to give Seungkwan a gift and treat him to dinner to make up for this huge lapse in judgment.
Sincerely, you wish you could slap those two in the face sometimes. But you wouldn’t, of course. They just knew exactly what they were trying to set up then.
You and Seungkwan decided on a simple homemade dinner at your place because according to him, “You never invite me to your place! How many times have you invited those two idiots to your place without me?”
If only you could tell him the real reason why that was always the case.
When the fateful day finally came, Seungkwan arrived at your apartment early to genuinely offer his help, much to your gratitude. He was even gracious enough to bring your favorite yangnyeom fried chicken.
“I knew you’d like it. It’s your favorite,” he replied with a nonchalant shrug when you questioned him with his offering.
In return, you claimed, “Just don’t go expecting me to give you your gift right away. I’m saving it for the end of the night because it’s special.”
He kept saying that “you don’t have to do this, they were just poking fun.” But you were never one to back down from a promise—especially if it involved Seungkwan.
Dinner went by easily. The weather allowed for a window propped open to let in some of the cool breeze that added to what you believe was a nice atmosphere. Your plates had long been empty when Seungkwan made his way to the fridge to get a refill of water. Instead, he let out a cry of disbelief.
“Ya! You have five bottles of soju and you didn’t bother bringing them out?”
You stayed silent. There was a reason why you didn’t bring those out on purpose. It was to avoid incidents like this, because you and Seungkwan—alone—and alcohol was a combination that had never happened before and an equation that you tried to avoid solving for as long as possible.
Fate had other plans today, apparently.
In his usual way, whenever there was alcohol in his system, he turned into the clingy kind of drunk that he was. This time, however, you noticed that he was different somehow. He was braver, louder, clingier. He was never like this when you two were drinking with friends.
As the late afternoon turned to evening, you two found yourselves inching closer to each other with every story and joke exchanged. This time, a particularly effective punchline you delivered had him in a laughing mess, with his hands instantly reaching for you. He just failed to notice the two very full glasses in your hands at that moment.
This was when chaos ensued.
In the aftermath, he looked at you and your obliviousness. “It’s just soju and water. Nothing a quick wash can’t do.”
He let out an audible sigh of defeat. Without thinking, he proceeded to peel off the ruined piece of clothing, revealing a thin white shirt that was barely there—riding up along with the sweater and revealing his torso. The sight got worse as he completely removed the sweater, the shirt clinging to his chest and still wet from the spilled liquid. You tried to avert your eyes as quickly as you could, but Seungkwan had already caught you staring.
“I, uh…” He pulled down his shirt and held the wet sweater in his hand. You cleared your throat and tried to gather your wits.
“I’m a terrible host. Give me that, I can chuck it in the laundry. I’ll get you a new shirt.” You stood to do as you said. You ignored the fact that he followed you all the way to your room, stopping to lean at your doorway as you rummaged through your drawers for a spare shirt.
You ignored how you could feel his eyes on you, probably spurred on with bravery because you had your back turned toward him. If only you could see how intense his gaze was, looking you up and down while weighing the two options in his head carefully.
He broke the silence first with a question you least expected. “You can talk to me honestly, right?”
“Of course, Seungkwan.” You busied yourself with looking for any shirt, trying to buy time to avoid meeting the piercing gaze you knew would meet.
“Were you…staring at me earlier?”
How dare— “Uh…”
“Okay, I’ll start with an easier question. Are you sober?”
“Yes.” You stand to face him, but not quite meeting his eyes yet. “I mean, I am now. Who wouldn’t be after you spill two glasses on your—friend?”
He laughs. “That’s true.” He pretends to not notice that slight hitch in your voice earlier.
“Here’s your shirt.” You hold up the oversized piece of clothing.
He pushes himself from your doorway and walks—in your perspective—at a painstakingly slow pace. His shirt is still a bit wet and still clinging just a bit in all the right places.
He stops right in front of you, a few steps too close to excuse it for a friendly distance. It absolutely was not.
He gingerly takes the shirt from your hand. To your utter surprise, he replaces it by taking your hand in his. You mask your nerves with an equally nervous laugh as you ask him, “Are you sober?”
“Yeah. Well, I can tell you that I’m sober enough to clearly know what I’m doing.” He continues even as he slowly intertwines his fingers in yours. “When we were in Italy, they said something during our wine tasting. ‘In vino veritas.’”
You were familiar with this saying. “‘In wine—’”
“‘There is truth.’” He completes the saying, taking yet another step closer. “We didn’t exactly drink wine, but can you still tell me the truth?”
You debate with light speed in your head where and how you want this conversation to end. It seemed there was only one answer the moment he decided to close the distance by settling his one hand on your waist and the other brushing your cheek—the clean shirt long forgotten on the floor.
Your heart was racing, and you knew this wasn’t because of the alcohol any longer. The air was thick with unresolved tension. You both knew what this was. This only happened when the two of you were alone, where awkward smiles and silences helped fill in the undeniable attraction that you both kept denying.
So you swallow your pride and nod in reply, and he smiles at your response before continuing, “So, were you staring?”
“I’m still staring now,” you say as you travel across his torso still wrapped in his wet shirt.
His chuckle turned into a laugh, his beautifully musical and infectious laugh, tinged with a hint of embarrassment. “Stop it! I’m losing focus. God, I really didn’t think this through, did I?”
You were nothing if honest, even more so when it came to Seungkwan. He had no problem asking you this question because that’s what he liked about you the most. You weren’t like other people—like him even—who beat around the bush and never mean what they actually say.
“Maybe not,” you say while holding back a laugh of your own.
The smile drops from his face in an instant, his smiling lips closing together in the blink of an eye. When his eyes open, they contain an unspoken depth, his expression changing into something more serious than you’ve ever seen from him before.
“Help me take this off, will you?”
“Why don’t you kiss me first before you demand such things?”
He smirks and claims your chin between his fingers. “Thought you’d never ask.”
You two always had that “will they, won’t they” dynamic for the longest time. It seems that tonight, they will. And they did.
The room smelled of sex. It was undeniable at this point to not acknowledge what had just happened between you and Seungkwan. In the heat of the moment and the throes of passion, you had both done things once unspeakable between the two of you.
If only you both knew what constantly went on in your heads the moment you two were separated from each other.
“So, is this the gift?” Seungkwan asks breathlessly, his chest heaving with exertion and his heart still racing at a million beats per minute.
“What?” Your mind was still swimming in stars, still coming down from your high as you curled yourself in his arms and folded against his warm skin.
”This.” He pulls you in closer and tangles your legs with his, endlessly craving for the touch of your skin on his.
You lightly jab his forehead jokingly. “You forget that you initiated all this with your hand-holding and sweet-talking about being honest.”
“Hey, I just wanted a kiss. You gave me so much more.” He nuzzled his nose against yours and, god, you couldn’t get enough of this Seungkwan. If only you knew that this is how he’d be with you, it would’ve been so worth it to tell him how you felt way earlier.
Wait. You haven’t told him how you felt. Not exactly.
But instead, you land your lips chastely on his. “There’s your kiss. Are you happy now?” He nods, but you could see his eyes and his smile being weighed down by impending sleep. He yawns, and you catch it as well and mirror his actions.
“Good night, sleepyhead.” With a final kiss from Seungkwan to your forehead, you both settle into an easy slumber, with both of you feeling lighter in your minds and hearts.
“Seungkwan.”
He stirs, sleep still overtaking his senses. “Hmm?”
“Seungkwan-ah.” You reach up to move his bed hair from his forehead.
“Mhmm?”
And for a moment, you forget what you were supposed to say because you were struck by the beauty of this unguarded version of Seungkwan. You trail your hand from his forehead to the apple of his cheeks, where you feel them move as he smiles.
“Could you turn on the heat? It’s getting a bit cold.”
He opens his eyes to the most beautiful sight of you in the near break of dawn, the first light filtering through the sheer curtains and starting to illuminate your room.
In response, as if by instinct, he leaned down to kiss you, much to your surprise. When he broke away, he could still feel the curve of the smile of your lips against his. “Why don’t I keep you warm, instead?”
He pulled you closer, the heat from his hand traveling across and over your body. Just as he predicted, you feel the heat rising on your cheeks as you recall the intensity and fervor of last night. But you could care less.
Wordlessly, you take him up on his offer, wrapping your arms around his neck and meeting him in another kiss. Wordlessly, he accepts this as your response and he parts your lips open with his to allow entrance to go in deeper, tasting you for all you are against the ecstasy of your tongue.
While his mouth plays with yours, his hands continue to roam the ebbs and flows of your body, from your neck, your breasts, your waist, and finally tracing the curve of your ass with his hands. He buries himself in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent, leaving open-mouthed kisses as he raises your one leg, allowing it to wrap around his waist.
In this position, your heated core was wide open for his evident arousal. It was as if the events of last night were not enough to satiate your wants, your needs, and deeper down, your true feelings. Your bodies stay flush against each other, skin to skin as if you could not come any closer. You move in sync, accompanied by the gasps and moans, the hitches in both your breaths, as you feel his fingers working their way down there dictating the rhythm that you two would move to while your own fingers clench to fist his hair.
If last night was desperate, needy, almost making up for lost time, this morning was deliberate, languid, almost lazy with the way his lips never left yours to swallow all the delicious sounds coming from your mouth. When he finally filled your awaiting entrance, your bodies felt like a natural fit with one another. Each thrust between your slick bodies felt like a resounding mantra in the stillness of the daybreak—a mantra of unsaid promises and unresolved thoughts spoken through actions with every moment that his lips latch, tug, bite at yours.
The light of the dawn filtered through your room, casting an ethereal glow on your bodies. Yet this morning, you both see nothing but stars. When you both come down from the heavens, you take the time to go to the bathroom, while he takes the time to turn on the heat despite your complaints.
“You’ll thank me later,” Seungkwan said as you returned to his welcoming arms. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, you tangled your limbs in his and let sleep take over your senses once more.
By the time you come to again, it’s 9 am. The sun was fully shining through your curtains to the point of almost blinding you. The urge to pee was overwhelming, so you disentangled yourself from the sheets in your sluggish state. Sitting on the toilet, you rub your eyes and feel the aches of your body settle in—along with other realizations.
Like the fact that you were butt naked. In your bed. With Seungkwan.
And you two did not just fuck last night. You made love with him in the wee hours of the morning.
Holy shit.
As you splash water on your tired face, you look in the mirror and see…an unexpected glow. You touch your lips, trailing your hand down your neck and your chest, recalling all the other places where Seungkwan’s hands caressed you. You start to smile, yet it is gone as quickly as it came.
Now what?
With resolve, you step out of the bathroom to face the reality of the morning. What greets you is the sight of Seungkwan propped up against the headboard, checking his phone, with his bed hair and bare chest turning to look at you. He smiles, one that reaches his eyes.
He is so beautiful.
His eyes travel across your naked body, and you suddenly feel shy. You look across the floor for the discarded shirt from last night, pulling it over you and grabbing a clean pair of panties from your drawer.
He just watches you throughout this charade.
“I…uh, went through some of your clothes. Borrowed a pair of shorts. I hope you don’t mind.”
“No, that's okay.”
“For a moment, I thought you left me. I woke up to an empty bed.”
You stop, fully turning to see the amusement in his expression. “You may have forgotten that this is my room. If anyone should have left, it would be you.”
His eyes narrowed. “Did you want me to? Leave?”
You don’t answer, afraid that whatever comes out of your mouth will betray your sensibilities. Instead, you sit down on the empty space of bed beside him.
“Are we still telling the truth?”
One side of his mouth quirks up. “Always, I hope.”
“You should know that there’s a reason why I never wanted you to come over here in the first place.”
He physically winces, anticipating the worst from that statement. “And that is?”
“Because I don’t think I’d ever let you leave. That’s the truth.”
A sigh of relief. “Come here.” He closes the gap between you by clasping your hand and pulling you back into bed, encircling you in his arms.
You lay there together, your head on his chest as he mindlessly plays with your hair. He’d always been a handsy person—all his friends knew that—but most especially to the people he had taken a particular liking to. His fixation was always different with each person. With you, it was your hair.
“Would you like to hear my truth?” He asks.
You wordlessly nod.
“I’ve always wanted to do that with you.”
“Do what?”
“You know…last night, this morning,” Seungkwan trails off.
“No way.”
“Yes, way.”
Your eyes were as wide as a doe’s. “You…never made it obvious or anything.”
“That’s because I’m a decent person who doesn’t act on my primal impulses out of nowhere. Please, you’re too damn pretty and sexy for me to ignore you from the moment we met.”
You slap his chest. “You’re playing. Stop it.”
“I’m serious! It didn’t help at all when I found out that you listened to all the same girl groups that I did. You think I don’t see you when you dance? When you move your damn hips? I have eyes, you know. I’m a simple man.”
“Okay, okay. I see you, girl group enthusiast.” You smiled up at him. “I guess I’ll shake my ass at you more often, then.”
“Oh, please, you will ruin me.” He bites back a grin. “No, but honestly—beyond that,” he said as he looked at you pointedly, “you unlocked this little kid inside me again whenever I was with you, and…I realized I wanted to do more with you. And be more with you. It just grew and grew until it hit me that I just I always wanted you around.”
As if to prove his next point, he meets your eyes and doesn’t let go of your gaze. “If you let me in and let me stay, I don’t think I’d ever leave if you don’t want me to.”
You purse your lips to hold back the smile growing on your lips. Your heart was pounding, pondering the consequences of the next few words you were about to say.
“Well, if you say that then another truth I have is that I’ve always held back from you. I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed that.”
“I did.”
“Well, I guess I didn’t do a good enough job of hiding it.”
“Why though?”
“I couldn’t trust myself around you.”
He furrows his eyebrows. “Have I not made you comfortable enough around me? Have I not been the definition of a poster boy best friend?”
“Exactly. You think I could let you go if I mess up and start kissing you on a whim? Seungkwan, your friends can be full of shit sometimes. Believe me when I say that a lot of times, you’re definitely the hottest guy in the room.”
“Wow, you must love me a whole lot for you to say something like that.”
“What if I do?”
He stills. “Do you really?”
You give him a reassuring smile. “We’re still telling the truth, aren’t we?” But the truth also gives you away. You look down as your smile falters. “Friendship is always such a fragile thing to break. And I don’t think I ever want to lose you.”
“Like I said,” he says while lifting your chin up to meet his eyes. They were glowing, and you realize it reminded you of your own eyes when you looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror. It was as if you two were reflections of one another—the way you two always were without realizing it. “If you let me in and let me stay, I don’t think I’d ever leave if you don’t want me to.”
You could do nothing but smile.
And you hear both of your stomachs growl at the same time. You both laugh, loud, full, and deep-bellied, the only way you two do when you’re with each other. There were never any fake laughs if you were together.
You land a quick peck on his lips. “I’ll make you breakfast. Consider it a gift.”
You stood up to leave the bed, and you wait until it clicks in his head. “So you never got me a gift?” The disbelief on his face was almost enough to move you to guilt. But you had another ace up your sleeve.
“Why don’t you get your ass out of bed first and help me make breakfast so I can give you the real gift?”
He huffs. “You’re lucky I love you.”
“I’m lucky you’re telling the truth.” You wink and leave him smirking. In wine there is truth, they say, and in truth there is a newfound sense of freedom he can’t wait to share with you.
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Good Luck Charm
Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!reader
Summary: At a Dodgers game, you meet Tim Bradford, who thinks you're a good luck charm for the Dodgers.
Warnings: pure fluff!
Word Count: 1.4k+ words
A/N: @bradleybeachbabe inspired me to write this (as well as Eric Winter posting about the Dodgers)! I hope you enjoy the game you're going to soon, Rachel!!!💙
Today’s date has been circled on your calendar for months. The Dodgers are playing at home in LA, and you got tickets behind home base. Since scoring the tickets, you’ve been counting down the moments, using this game to get you through tough days and long nights. Now that it’s finally here, you can forget about everything else for the evening and enjoy the game, hoping for another exciting evening like the tiebreaking two-run homer you watched on TV last week. Dressed in your favorite Dodgers shirt, you leave for Dodgers Stadium happier than you’ve been in weeks. Something in the Los Angeles air makes you think it will be a great night.
“Lucy, if I had an extra ticket, I’d sell it,” Tim sighs as he parks at Dodgers Stadium. “If you want to be at this game so badly, ask Thorsen. If anyone can get you a last-minute ticket, it’s him.”
“But he’s already at the game,” Lucy laments over the phone.
“So am I!”
“Yeah, but that’s different.”
“How is that-“ Tim stops and shakes his head. “Lucy, I hope you can figure something out. If not, I’ll tell you all about the game at work.”
“Ugh, you’re such a man.”
“Thanks. Bye.”
Tim ends the call before Lucy can explain that she did not mean that as a compliment. It’s been a tough week at the Mid-Wilshire station, and Tim wants to watch a good game, cheer for his team, and unwind.
Tim smiles as he makes his way to his seat: an unexpected but highly appreciated upgrade to home base. Coming into Dodgers Stadium feels like coming home, and Tim thinks tonight will be a good game. At least until he sees that the seat beside him, which he expected to be empty, is occupied by a woman scrolling on her phone rather than enjoying the pre-game activities. He ignores his disappointment at being in the section with a disinterested neighbor as he watches warmups.
You look up from the detailed roster file you keep on your phone. Gavin Lux, an infielder who is a left-hand batter and right-hand thrower, is wearing his glove on his right hand for warmups. As you scroll through your newest notes, glancing up at the team every few swipes, someone sits beside you.
“Left, right,” you murmur to yourself.
“Excuse me?” the man asks.
You lift your gaze from your phone, then freeze when you see the attractive man occupying the seat to your right.
“Sorry, I’m talking to myself. Lux is just… never mind, sorry.”
As you turn back toward the field, he asks, “Lux is?”
“He’s warming up with his glove on his throwing hand.”
The man looks out into the field, locates Lux, and nods. “He is. Any idea why?”
You shake your head. “I thought maybe I was remembering his stats wrong, but I double-checked and he’s warming up opposite.”
“Interesting. Think we can win with him off his game?”
Pursing your lips, you shrug. “I don’t think he’s the player that makes or breaks a game. Unless he tries to bat right-handed, we should be okay.”
“I’m Tim,” he introduces, offering his hand.
You shake his hand as you tell him your name, surprised by how he holds your hand in his just a moment longer than is usually acceptable. You don’t mind, especially when he smiles and asks if you’ve noticed anything else.
“Is this your usual seat?” you inquire after a few minutes of discussing the players and their techniques.
“No, my season pass gets me over first base,” Tim answers. “You?”
“One-night only. I’d love to get a season pass someday.”
“If we win tonight, they should give you one on principle.”
You laugh as you ask, “Why?”
“If we win tonight after that tenth inning save last week, with our infielders off their game, and you just happen to be in the crowd? You’d have to be good luck.”
“Maybe it’s just a good day,” you counter softly.
Tim smiles as he agrees, “Maybe.”
“Stop letting the ball play you!” someone behind you yells. “This is why they should have left you in the minors!”
You stifle a laugh at their enthusiasm but agree with them. Tim sighs beside you and checks the score.
“Just one can of corn, is that too much to ask?” Tim grumbles.
“Wow,” you exclaim. “You really just used that term.”
“You disagree?”
“Not at all, just haven’t heard someone younger than Babe Ruth call it that.”
“Then, what do we do? We’re going to lose at this rate.”
You shrug and offer, “Guess I’m not very good luck, after all.”
Tim wants to disagree but decides that it’s not his place. If the Dodgers win, then he’ll tell you that he’s impressed by you, drawn to you, but otherwise, you’ll go your separate ways, never to see one another again.
“I don’t want to watch this, Tim,” you say with a pout.
The Dodgers are tied in the bottom of the ninth in a concerning parallel to their previous game. You don’t trust them to get the ball where it needs to be to win, not after their lackluster performance in the first few innings.
“Wish them luck,” Tim encourages, standing beside you as the crowd roars. “C’mon, give into the superstition once. What’s the worst that happens?”
“We lose, and my night of relaxation becomes me wondering if you put a curse on the team by saying good luck in these sacred walls.”
“I never thought I’d be the one to say this, but it’s a baseball game. It’s not that serious.”
You try to ignore Tim, but the smile on his face is too hard to look away from. To appease him and partially because you love hearing him say you are good luck, you whisper a wish of good luck, boys through the net separating you from foul balls.
And, somehow, between when you speak and when the stadium silences, Mookie Betts hits a homerun that echoes throughout Los Angeles, and the Dodgers perform another walk-off.
“You did it!” Tim yells as the crowd erupts into cheers.
He pulls you into his arms, completely forgetting his prior hesitance to tell you how much you affected him, and you throw your arms over his shoulders as he spins you. When your feet are on the ground again, you cup Tim’s jaw and smile.
“We won!” you cheer as fireworks boom overhead.
“You really are good luck,” Tim replies.
“Maybe you’re the good luck."
Tim shakes his head and leans closer to you. The stadium around you is completely forgotten, entirely focused on the man before you. His hands are on your waist, yours are framing his face, and you can’t wait to hear what he says next.
“Will you go out with me? I think we could both use some more good luck,” he proposes.
Your smile widens as you nod. “I’d love to.”
Tim pulls you against his side, his arm warm and steady over your shoulders as you cheer for your home team and yourself.
Bonus:
“So, how was the game, Tim?” Lucy asks before roll call.
“It was great, after we caught up, at least,” Tim answers. “Did you watch it?”
“Yeah, Aaron pulled through and got me a ticket. Over the outfield but still better than anything I could’ve gotten on my own.”
Tim nods, but she doesn’t move out of the doorway so he can walk inside.
“What?” he asks.
“I saw something else at the game. Someone made it onto the jumbotron,” Lucy sing-songs. “You’re trending on ClipTok. Everyone’s talking about the mystery couple who celebrated the win.”
Tim narrows his gaze at Lucy, who shrugs and invites him to check for himself before she enters the roll call room. He pulls his phone from his pocket, surprised to see a text from you.
We’re trending. I don’t know if I should be more upset by all the people shamelessly looking for us or that they’re calling you ‘gorgeous’ and I’m ‘that girl hugging him.’
Tim rolls his eyes and answers:
Wait until they find out why we won.
You don’t acknowledge the implication that he’ll tell someone (Lucy, who will undoubtedly put it on ClipTok); instead, you tell him you’re looking forward to dinner tonight. What was supposed to be a relaxing evening at a baseball game for you and Tim turned into something so much more. If that’s not good luck, you don’t know what is.
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