#thank you kindly for your lovely words btw

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your p03ficus animatic: an intricate and wonderfully-executed story of tragic yet wholesome romance deftly interwoven with inscryption’s canon

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never-before-seen digital affection epilogue

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fate

clarisse la rue x reader — percy jackson and the olympians

[fem!daughter of apollo reader]

[part 2 to the trees]

summary: clarisse is being weirdly standoffish, and you’re not one to cave to that, no matter how much you like her. and no matter how things go, you still have to get your weapons from the forest.

warnings: swearing, arguing, fighting, monsters, PINING BUT THEYRE IDIOTS, everyone’s so mad at each other rn, kissing (AHHHH), canon typical violence, again probably slightly ooc clarisse but hey i love her anyway

word count: 3.2k

(uhhh so this is probably not what anyone was expecting for part two but this is how i alway a planned it, so here it is!! tag list in reblogs and also thank you for the love on the trees! i love you all so much <3 and i’d die for you just like clarisse and this dumb bitch here would die for each other)

(this is much more enemies to lovers than the first one btw so have fun)

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the day after capture the flag was always a little tense. of course it was. half the camp had just lost, and not many people at camp were good losers, especially not those who got their butts kicked.

this time, though, there was a new level of tension in the air.

ares kids didn’t often run the flag over the line themselves, and those who did were crowing about it at breakfast, then all morning too.

curiously, clarisse wasn’t. she was eating in silence, picking through her eggs like she was searching for something.

you’d never seen her like that before. no one had. but, it seemed you were the only person to notice. you always were, and you were okay with that.

your brother nudged your arm and shot you a questioning look, but you brushed him off with a smile.

why was clarisse so down? she’d won. what did she have to be upset about? was she mad at you? did you do something to piss her off in the tree? she hadn’t seemed exactly happy when she left.

stuck in your thoughts, you didn’t realise she’d met your eyes until your brother elbowed you.

“ow! what do you want?” you snapped, rubbing your rib cage tenderly.

“clarisse is staring at you,” he said with wide eyes. “dude… what did you do?”

“nothing,” you scoffed and stood up, taking your empty plate to the stack of dirty dishes, trying—and failing—to not look at clarisse as you left.

“y/n, wait up!”

you slowed down for sam as he jogged to catch up to you. there was a newfound bitterness in your mouth when you saw him. you’d never liked him, not like he’d liked you, but you’d never felt like you wanted to be away from him. not like you did in that moment then. but where would you go? to clarisse? yeah, right, she’d laugh in your face, regardless of whatever happened—or might have happened—in that tree.

“what’s up?” you asked. you couldn’t help your voice being drier than usual.

“just wanted to see how those arrows did you? were they good? i can make some more, if you want.” he looked almost eager to do so.

you smiled kindly. he really was sweet. “they were great, thanks, sam. best arrows i’ve ever used, even if i didn’t get too much of a chance to use them.” your steps faltered. “i did leave one in the forest though. i’ll have to get that later.”

your eyes locked on clarisse as she walked towards you down the path. two of her siblings were behind her, laughing, but she wasn’t. in fact, her jaw was set tight and she was glaring. at sam.

“i could come with you?” he suggested. “watch your back. keep you safe, you know?”

clarisse scoffed as she passed. “she doesn’t need you to keep her safe, tool-box.”

that was a little mean. sure, sam carried his tool-box everywhere, but you never know what might need to be fixed! despite yourself, you had to hold in a laugh. your eyes were alight with amusement as you locked gaze with clarisse.

she looked proud of herself, a jaunty grin on her lips. you couldn’t help your gaze dropping to them briefly. she smiled wider. it was infuriating. she now knew what her effect on you was, and she was using it.

“if she needed someone to protect her, she’d come to me, right, angel?” she tilted her head.

your mouth was infuriatingly dry. you nodded. “uh—“

“whatever,” sam snapped. “come on, y/n. let’s go.”

you kind of wanted to stay, but his grip on your arm didn’t leave any room for an argument. you trailed after him as he left, glancing over your shoulder just in time to see clarisse’s face darken with anger.

“angel?” sam scoffed. “who does she think she is?”

“uh…”

“whatever. gods, she’s just so—“ he turned and faced you, almost causing you to bump into his chest. you’d never seen him so intense before. “stay away from her, y/n. seriously. she’s bad news.”

“she’s nice to me,” you protested.

“she’s not nice to anyone. don’t be naive.” he turned on his heel and started to walk away, then turned back, his face softer. “come on. do you want to learn how to weld? you said you did last week.”

did you? you didn’t remember that. but you did vaguely remember a conversation with sam that you spent zoned out and staring at clarisse as she trained, so that was probably it. “oh, no… i have to… train…”

he looked disappointed, but nodded. “okay, that’s cool. maybe another day. or maybe, we can… go for a walk together? or even have lunch on the beach?”

you nodded absently. “maybe.”

“great, it’s a date!”

you frowned. “it’s a what?”

he looked happier than you’d ever seen him. he even kissed your cheek before walking off, a new spring in his step. you stood there for a moment, eyes wide, wondering what the hell just happened. then you heard a scoff from behind you.

when you turned around, clarisse was walking away.

“clarisse,” you said softly, jogging after her. “clarisse, wait!”

“go hang out with your boyfriend, l/n.” she snapped, her arms crossed as she walked. “he’s probably waiting for you so you two can make out in that sweaty little sex dungeon they call a workshop.”

your eyebrows shot up. “okay, first of all, i’m pretty sure it is actually a workshop, and second of all, he’s still not my boyfriend!”

she scoffed again but didn’t answer, stomping up the steps to the ares cabin and stopping at the top, looking down at you.

you felt small under her gaze, but you didn’t back down.

“what are you doing here?” she asked after a moment.

“you said i could come get a new dagger,”you said.

she rolled her eyes and leaned on the porch railing. “and?”

you frowned, looking up at her. “and… i’m here to get one?”

she regarded you for a few seconds in silence, then, just as she was about to speak, a new voice called out.

“clarisse, are you giving out girlfriend privileges already?” one of her brothers, marcus, you thought, stepped into the doorway of the cabin and peered around her to look at you. he looked like a stereotypical son of ares: buff, tall and mean. “that’s cute.” he continued, looking at you like you were an animal in a zoo.

“she’s not my girlfriend,” she scoffed like it was the most ridiculous thing in the world.

well, that hurt.

“yeah, we’re just—“

“we’re not even friends,” she added hurriedly, not even looking at you. “she just thinks she’s special.”

your jaw clenched. that really hurt. “i don’t think i’m special,” you snapped. “i think i want you to honour your word from yesterday or go and get my dagger out of the forest for me.”

“not my fault you forgot your dagger,” she studied her nails nonchalantly.

“but if you hadn’t thrown my dagger out of a tree and tossed my new arrow aside like it was trash then i wouldn’t have forgotten. and maybe if you hadn’t leaned in like you were about to kiss me, maybe i wouldn’t have forgotten either.” your gaze was as sharp as hers was, meeting in the middle with fire and lightning crackling between you.

she stepped forward, face to face with you. for a second, you thought she’d punch you, but you didn’t back down.

then she laughed. it wasn’t at all like her laugh in the tree the day before. this was her cold, cruel laugh that she usually saved for her victims. with a start, you realised that’s what you were: another victim of clarisse la rue. your heart broke for a split second before you pulled yourself together and straightened your back, meeting her eyes.

“kiss you?” she snickered. “get your head out of your ass, angel, you’re not all that because you can shoot a bow and climb a tree.”

you stepped closer to her, so you were right up in her face. “and you’re not all that because you scare away everyone who cares about you, just because your daddy’s a little mean. you don’t need to be a bitch about everything.”

you regretted it instantly. you’d gone too far. you knew that.

her face dropped and a hurt look flashed through her eyes, but it died as soon as it came to life.

you stepped back and turned, marching away.

“where are you going?” she called after you. “we’re not finished here!”

“you have something else to say to me, clarisse, you come find me!” you shot back, your voice hard. you didn’t start arguments often, but goddamn did you finish them.

you stomped into the forest, determined to find your dagger and arrow so you could prove to both clarisse and sam that you were capable of more than just shooting arrows from trees and running away from fights.

it was darker today. the clouds that covered camp half-blood permeated through the forest, leaving a heavy weight suspended among the trees. the air felt thicker, even, and the birdsong seemed quieter than usual. was there something around? something hanging in the air, waiting to attack you? drag your body back to camp and leave it on clarisse’s doorstep like a cat bringing in a dead bird?

or was your fear just because you were alone instead of with the rest of camp.

whatever it was, it put you on edge.

there was a clicking sound behind you, like someone was cracking a joint, but when you turned, no one was there. you weren’t foolish enough to call out.

you could feel a chill going down your spine, and that’s when you knew: the first shoe had dropped.

your eyelids fluttered and you nearly dropped to the ground, but you leaned heavily against a tree to catch yourself. typical. go out on your own, thinking you can take care of yourself and you get hit with a premonition. how’s that for fate?

you let the feeling wash over you; the pure panic of the near future and the warm grip of a hand on your wrist, like someone was pulling you along.

the future was not looking promising.

there was another clicking sound behind you as you finally managed to straighten up, much closer this time.

you turned around.

the bushes were rustling.

you suddenly realised what that clicking sound was.

mandibles.

two ants the size of german shepherds burst through the foliage. myrmeke.

there was the other shoe, dropping real hard.

“shit!” you stumbled backward, reaching for a weapon. you had no weapon. “double shit!”

you turned and ran.

the ants were fucking fast. they could have caught up to you if you weren’t so agile, turning and springing off in different directions every few steps, sending them careening into trees and rocks. that was the only thing keeping you alive.

where even were you? you didn’t recognise this area. hopefully you weren’t running directly for their anthill. that would be a real twist of fate.

then you burst into a new area, this one with a large tree—a large tree that you recognised.

“yes!” you exclaimed, dashing for the trunk. you found your dagger easily, then your discarded arrow too. you didn’t know what good they’d do against the myrmeke, considering that their shells were as hard as armour and, while force was good in some cases, you had to admit that sharpness may have helped you against them.

you couldn’t run anymore. your screaming lungs told you that. you couldn’t climb either. the ants could climb better than you and you’d be a sitting duck up there, no matter how high you went. but maybe, just maybe, you could hold them off until they got bored or someone realised you were missing.

it wasn’t easy, but you managed to deflect and dodge the myrmeke’s attacks. they were fast, but you were faster. you even managed a swipe at one of their legs as you rolled past, but all it did was leave a tiny chink in its armour.

you were beginning to lose hope.

honestly, what you wouldn’t give for a spear right now. your blunt dagger and slim arrow were about as good as a toothpick against these monsters.

just as you were backed against the tree that you’d once found a safe haven, you heard a battle cry. you could have sobbed from relief, but instead, as the spear-wielding figure landed on top of one of the ants, driving her weapon into the gap between its armoured plates, you took your opportunity to stab your arrow with as much force as you could into the other ant’s gaping mouth, slipping it precisely between its mandibles and, hopefully, into its brain.

it jerked back in pain and screeched, the sound making your ears ring, but it didn’t die. instead, it looked rightfully pissed off, and now it had an arrow sticking from its mouth.

as your saviour pulled her spear from the ants back, a warm, brown liquid sprayed on you. it smelled like ants always did after you crushed them, just a million times worse. you wondered if this was revenge for all the ants you’d murdered in your life.

“gross!” you exclaimed, wiping it off your face.

“grow up, bows, we gotta go!” clarisse. your saviour was clarisse. of course.

just as you were about to protest, two more myrmeke crept out of the forest towards you.

she gripped your wrist, right where that warmth was in your premonition, and dragged you away, making you drop your dagger in the rush.

“i dropped my—“

“save it!” she snapped, pulling you along.

the desperation in her voice kicked you into gear and you started running faster, alongside her now.

you didn’t use the same tactics as before. instead of dodging, you just ran as fast as you could and prayed that the myrmeke would be slower. clarisse seemed to know where she was going, at least.

“you’re such an idiot!” clarisse yelled as they ran.

“we’re doing this now?” you panted incredulously.

“you could have died!”

“we’ll both die if you don’t stop yelling at me!”

finally, gloriously, you breached the edge of the forest and stepped into camp. the myrmeke wouldn’t follow you there.

you dropped to you knees, panting and staring into the forest. clarisse was standing in front of you, her spear ready, just in case.

you’d stepped into a quiet part of camp up behind the amphitheatre, so there was no one around to see you, and no one around to help you. you had a feeling that if the myrmeke didn’t kill you, clarisse wouldn’t hesitate.

once it was clear that they weren’t following, she rounded on you.

you were still on your knees, your legs too tired and shaky with adrenaline to stand, but she didn’t seem to care.

“what were you thinking, going in on your own?” she snapped.

“well i wasn’t expecting to get attacked by killer ants within the camp’s borders!” you protested.

“everyone knows they’re there.”

“i forgot, okay? i’m not perfect.”

“oh, i know.” she rolled her eyes.

“gods, would you just fuck off?” you finally stood up, face to face with her. “you’re horrible sometimes, you know that? i can’t believe i’ve defended you.”

“i don’t need your defending.”

“and i don’t need your help!”

“you would have died!” she yelled, emphasising every word.

“but i didn’t!” you shouted back.

she rolled her eyes and stepped closer, anger practically radiating off her. “yeah, thanks to me. you’d be dead if i hadn’t followed you in there—“

“why did you follow me?” you asked suddenly, voice harsh.

“what?”

“why did you follow me?” you asked again, slower. “i didn’t ask you to look after me, clarisse.”

there it was again. that slightly relaxation of her shoulders when you said her name. it drove you nuts. you didn’t know if you wanted to kiss her for hours or throw her to the myrmeke.

she tensed up again and turned to leave. “whatever. i’m done here.”

“i’m not!” you gripped her shoulder and pulled her back around. to your surprise, she didn’t pull a weapon on you. “why did you follow me, clarisse? was it the same reason that you were flirting with me yesterday? and why you’re so protective of me? and why you hate sam?”

“i wasn’t flirting with you,” she grumbled. “and i hate sam for… personal reasons. and i’m not protective of you! why would you even think that?”

“that’s all bullshit and you know it,” you sneered.

“gods, you aggravate me!” she exclaimed.

“you didn’t have to come help me,” you scoffed, stepping back. “i didn’t ask for your help.”

“and i didn’t want to help you!”

“then why did you? huh? you could handle not winning a fight? you wanted to finish the argument on your terms?” your eyebrows were raised and your face was cold. “or were you gonna beat me up but the giant killer ants got to me first?”

she looked like she was about to explode with anger. “because i love you!”

the air escaped from your lungs in one sharp moment, and it looked like hers did the same thing.

“what?” you asked, your voice softer.

it was silent. she looked like she was trying to find something to say, but couldn’t. her mouth opened and closed weakly, and she shook her head, lips pressed together. you wanted to kiss her.

so you did.

she tensed up as your hands came to her waist, pulling her body and lips against yours hard. then, finally, she relaxed. she dropped her spear at your feet and raised her hands to your hair, threading her fingers through the strands. she was a softer kisser than you’d expected, but it was definitely her. it was all her. the tug on your hair, the underlying, undeniable harshness of the kiss, the spear that rested against your foot. it was perfectly clarisse. you could have kissed her until the sun went down and the ants came and carried you both to their anthill, and if you stayed kissing her like this, you wouldn’t even mind.

when, finally, you pulled away, you were both breathing heavily. all of the tension from the fight hid dissipated, leaving only a warm sparkling in the air, like a mirage around her face in the sunlight. maybe that was a sign? or a vision? whatever it was, it was heaven-sent.

she was smiling. she looked softer like this. gods, you loved it. it felt like fate, and you knew a lot about fate. fate was fickle. fate was cruel. fate brought you the arguments, the myrmeke, the terror. but fate also brought you this. this girl who was glowing in the sun like she was made of pure rays of light. the girl with a spear that she laid down at your feet and would save you barehanded if you asked. the girl who had sunk into your arms like she was made to be there.

“do you think i can get that new dagger now?” you asked cheekily, playing with the hem of her camp shirt. “i mean, i have girlfriend privileges now, right, babe?”

clarisse rolled her eyes, but she was still smiling. “shut up, devil.”

“ooh, devil. that’s new,” you teased. “i like it. it’s apt.”

“it sure is.” she looked down. “i’m… sorry, by the way.”

“me too,” you nodded. “i didn’t really mean any of that, you know?”

“‘cause you like me,” she said in a teasing voice.

“yeah, ‘cause i like you, or whatever.” you kissed her again, smiling against her lips. “and i know you like me too, because you so did nearly kiss me in that tree yesterday.”

she shrugged. “maybe. maybe not. guess we’ll never know.”

you found out at the next capture the flag game. and the next. and the next. she would go out of her way to find you, defeat you, then kiss you before running off to win the games. and honestly, you didn’t really mind.

fate was a fickle thing, but with clarisse by your side, no one could touch you. sam left you alone, people started treating you better, and you had everything you could ask for. her.

and whenever you two argued, you’d go into the woods together and kill some ants. after all, what says ‘couple’s bonding’ quite like murder?

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ellie comforting reader during menstruation pls? Istg these cramps are gonna be my death:(( btw I love the esthetic of ur acc, I love ribbons. ꣑୧

"RIBBONS!!!!" we all shout in unison and thank u cutiee ur acc is super cute too

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your warm body clung to ellie's, your body contorted in some weird way to help the pain of your cramps subside even just a tiny bit. one leg was bent while the other was straight and your back was twisted in a way ellie couldn't believe was comfortable. ellie's favorite part, though, was your head resting on her chest. your face was full of discomfort despite how hard you tried to just ignore the pain in your lower stomach, and back and thighs for some reason. i mean, seriously, why do so many places hurt?

nevertheless, ellie tried her best to comfort you, her balmy hands gliding over your skin to try and hopefully distract you. she traced soothing patterns on your exposed skin. she had ever so kindly put up with your incessant attitude today. you were grateful for her, always there for you in your time of need. your eyes fluttered shut, trying to focus on her hands on your body rather than the agonizing aches.

"you're like a pretzel right now." ellie muttered softly, leaving a small kiss on the top of your head followed by a small laugh. you groaned in response, knowing she was just teasing but you were sensitive right now. "it's not even helping. i just want it to stop." you muttered back, trying to move your back or maybe stretch your leg a little more. just something to get the discomfort to leave your body.

ellie kissed the top of your head again. "i know, baby." she whispered, hoping if she kept her voice peaceful and calm it would somehow make you feel better. "you got this, though." she continued, once again kissing your head. her words were comforting despite the fact the cramps were only getting worse. it felt good to know ellie believed in you. her hand moved down to your abdomen, rubbing the area softly and applying pressure. you sighed, fingers clutching onto the fabric of her shirt.

"tryna rip my shirt off, huh?" she teased, hoping to distract you. you smiled, an improvement to your glares from earlier when she tried to tease you. "there's your pretty smile." ellie complimented. you rolled your eyes and her cheesiness, choosing to just nuzzle yourself closer to her, hugging her body like she was your own personal teddy bear.

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hey! can you please write a lando × bustamante reader....where the reader is the younger sister of Bianca Bustamante and has a huge crush on lando but Lando finds her irritating for some reasons and one day he shouts at her after a bad race when she tries to console him in front of the McLaren crew.. after that lando felt really bad and he had grovel a lot for forgiveness (btw the reader is only one year younger than bianca)....if you do write this thank you very much 🧡🧡

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🎀1,317 words 8561 Characters around 5 pages enjoy 🎀

ooo I’m not the biggest fan of bianca but I do love this trope :)

You knew that life was never meant to be fair to everyone yet you had no idea why life constantly tried to screw with you.

Ever since you were a child, you’d always been compared with your older sister, Bianca. She was always seen as the brave, bold, and beautiful one who dared to achieve her dreams and had high ambitions. Whereas people, heck, even your own family, saw you as the timid, overlooked, and frankly dull sibling. Did it hurt growing up like that? Yes, it did.

Did it hurt when all the boys you had a crush on would only use you to get to your sister? Yes, it did. Did it hurt to see your sister achieve everything you’d ever wanted in life and for you to only be known as her sidekick, or, in other words, her shadow? You really don’t remember the last time you’ve ever set yourself apart from your sister and her needs; it’s almost second nature for you to prioritise her and ignore yourself.

This habit of yours was noticed by the eyes of a young British driver. He’s found that habit of yours annoying ever since.

The day Bianica signed for McLaren under F1 Academy was the best and worst day of your life. You were beyond happy for her but you also felt yourself fading further into her shadow. With more media coverage and attention on your sister, you simply faded away.

You had frankly thought about packing your bags and going back home until the same blue-eyed British driver caught your attention. It was silly to say, but you felt like a little teenager with a huge crush.

You knew it wasn’t right to have a crush on your sister’s coworker, but the way he was made it almost impossible. You liked the way he talked, the way he walked, and the way he still had his accent. You liked the way his nose wrinkled any time you talked about sushi or fish. You liked the way that he was a ball of energy, always so confident and fun to be around. What you liked the most about him was the way he made you feel seen and heard. When you were with him, it was almost like you were just you and not Bianca's little sister.

However, within all the giddy feelings of having a crush on Lando, you could not ignore how badly McLaren was doing. It was almost pitiful how poor their race performance was. Qualifying 18 and 19th and having to come into the pits four times in the race would kill anyone’s mood. Lando was no different; over the course of the season, he grew more and more aggressive and agitated after each race.

Lando and her had formed a little ritual: after each race, he would do his interviews while she would wait in the garage, and he would go into his driver's room, and exactly 5 minutes later, she would show up with any sweet treat she could snuggle in, and they would just talk. Some days it would be him talking and her listening, and other days it would be her lifting his confidence up with encouraging words. It is safe to say she really loved their ritual, only hoping to continue their ritual with better results for him.

As the season went on, she noticed a shift in Lando's behavior. His happygo-llucky attitude towards her started to shift towards a more annoyed and irritated mood. It started when she tired of talking to him before a race; he didn’t take kindly to that and simply ignored her and rolled his eyes. It hurt her; it really did, and she could do nothing about it.

They were not friends; they were just forced to be together due to their situations. She knew he would never like her back, but her infatuation with him made each and every move he made romantic.

It started to affect her more when he started distancing himself from her. Lando never wanted to hurt her; he started getting fond of the girl he once was annoyed with. He didn’t know why he started cutting her off; he was trying to play dumb, but deep down he knew he started having feelings for her.

He messed up in Silverstone both on and off track. Home Grand Prixs always have a special place in drivers hearts. It was no different with Lando; Silverstone was the one place every British driver wanted to win in front of their home crowd on their home soil.

The race was long anticipated; she was in his driver's room prior to the race; they had their normal routine done and dusted; he stared at her for a second longer; and she started at his lips for even longer.

They both knew the tension in the room was inevitable; someone just had to make a move. McLaren was proper shit during qualifying, so all expectations were nullified even before the race started. With Lando starting in P9 and Oscar in P5, it irked Lando how well Oscar was doing in the same car as him. A rookie driver beating the team's star child was never a pretty image.

The race started with Lando’s car being 2 seconds off the pace of K-Mag, which was really nice for him. As the race progressed, Lando almost made up 3 places by the end of the 38th lap.

However, McLaren messed up Lando in the pits, being stationary for almost 18 seconds. His 6th place turned into a plum last, and to make matters worse, he ended up retiring the car simply out of spite. He knew he was mad, and he showed it really well on the cameras, especially towards his team.

She knew it was a risk to go see Lando, especially after seeing how mad and snappy he looked. She knew he was probably beating himself up over the way this race went. It didn’t help that Oscar ended up on the podium. It was horrible, really, but neither of them could do anything.

He saw her enter his room; he didn’t like that. He didn’t want her to see him like this, all beaten and broken down. He didn’t realise when his tone shifted or when he felt the anger rise up within him.

All she had said was, “It’s not your fault; I know you are going to do better.“ That’s all he let her get out before he exploded.

“I honestly don’t remember asking for your opinion. God, you are so pathetic sometimes, always searching for attention from anyone who spares a glance at you. It’s all your fault; you think it’s funny to come into my room and give me glances right before a race. God, why are you so fucking stupid?"

“Maybe this is why your sister will always be better than you; your parents probably saw that, and so does everyone else when they see you and her together. Look at her; she’s a driver, and look at you sneaking into a driver's room, offering yourself to him all for what?? bloody attention?? Get out. I don’t want to see you anymore. All you’ve done is clutter my brain.”

Y/N walked out of his room with hot tears running down her face, her face all red, and a pounding headache. But what was worse than all that pain combined was the pain running through her heart; it genuinely felt like her heart was snapped into two and stepped on by a herd of elephants.

She didn’t know why he snapped at her; all she wanted was to help him. Everything he said made her fall into a spiralling downfall. All the work she’s done to keep her insecurities hidden and healed, Lando’s words ripped them apart and left them burning red and raw.

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also i LOVE your poly!marauders apocalypse au (so creative btw!! i'm obsessed!!) and would be so down to read something in that universe where the reader gets hypothermia or something like that hehe !!!! <333333

Thanks for requesting lovely!

cw: mild hypothermia

apocalypse poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

You keep tripping, which is mildly embarrassing. You think it’s a combination of fatigue and the general numbness that’s pervaded your body even through the layers you’d put on when you’d packed up the campsite that morning. You’d all agreed that, with the death eaters on your trail, it’s really only safe to stay in one area for a few days at a time, even with all the protections you place around your sites. But that means days where, instead of lounging around your tent, listening to the radio and plotting for the Order, you use all the daylight you have to hike through the wintry woods until you’re far enough away to set up another camp. 

Sirius glances back when you stumble again, the toe of your boot catching on a branch you hadn’t seen buried in the snow. It’s a more dramatic affair than it should be, and you barely get your other foot out in front of you fast enough to avoid face-planting into the leaf litter. 

Your shivering worsens as another gust of wind burns your face, making your thick jacket feel like mesh. You think this has to be the worst moving day your group has had yet. The cold is the same, but the sun hasn’t so much as peeked from behind the clouds all day and the wind makes it nearly unbearable. The snow is thick enough that you’ve started stepping in the boys’ footprints to save energy. One of the many perks of taking up the rear. 

You nearly hit Sirius when he stops in front of you. 

“This clearing looks about as good as any,” James is saying, but Remus looks hesitant. 

“I don’t know,” he frets. “Do you think it’s far enough? We’ve been slow today.” 

“You’re tired,” James says kindly. You look at Remus, noting his slouched posture, the weariness he’s never quite learned to hide from his expression. You’re not sure how you didn’t notice his exhaustion before. You’re usually more aware of those things. “And it’s horrid out here. Let’s just call it a night, and if you’re still anxious about it tomorrow we’ll go a bit further.” 

“I can make it further tonight.” 

“It’s not all about you, Moony,” Sirius drawls. He looks especially monochrome against all the fresh white snow, you think. His superblack hair is as eye-catching as neon. “I’ve got a rock in my shoe I’d love to get out, and I know y/n’s knees have to be black and blue from the way she’s been falling for the past hour.” 

His scheme works; Remus looks to you, arguments of his own fortitude forgotten. “Are you tired, dove? You want to stop?” 

You shrug. “Yeah, I guess. It’s cold.” 

Suddenly all three boys seem focussed intently on you. You’re not sure why. You don’t actually recall much of what you’d been talking about. 

“Could you say that again?” James asks you. His brows are stitched together and his eyes have gone all sharp behind his glasses. 

“I just said it’s cold.” 

“Why’re you talking like that, doll?” Sirius takes a step toward you, then looks to Remus. “Why is she slurring?” 

“I don’t know,” Remus says softly. He’s looking at you weird, too. Frowny. “Yeah, let’s set up. Maybe she just needs a rest.” 

James spells the tent up quickly, then makes Remus stay and sit with you while he and Sirius set up the protections and everything else. The temperature inside the magical tent is cozy. Remus lights a fire in the grate to warm you all up. 

“Do you feel okay, lovely?” he asks, helping you out of your jacket. You sit on the bed, working off your shoes. 

“Yeah, just…just really tired.” 

He furrows his eyebrows, placing a palm on your cheek. You have no clue how it’s so warm, but a sigh escapes you as you lean into the touch. 

“When did you start tripping?” he asks you. 

You…you’re not sure. You can’t remember the first time it happened. How long had you been walking?

Your bemusement must show on your face, because Remus’ mouth pinches. His hand slides down to cup your face, fingers pressing oddly into your jaw. Frankly, you could care less where he puts them so long as he keeps touching you.

“Feeling better?” James asks, materializing behind Remus. You’re not sure which one of you he’s talking to, but you hum contentedly anyway. 

“I think she might be hypothermic,” Remus doesn’t look away from you as he talks, his eyebrows lowered like he’s waiting for you to answer a question you don’t remember him asking. His fingers press harder into your neck. “Her pulse is…scary weak.” 

James looks at you, and you look at Remus. 

“You really think so?” you ask him, befuddled. “I don’t feel…I’m only tired.” 

“Hypothermia makes you tired,” he tells you gently. “And you’re slurring your words, love.” 

You feel an icy tendril of fear snake around your spine. “I am?” 

“You’re alright.” James catches onto your panic quickly, leaning over Remus to give your shoulders a bolstering squeeze. “Let’s just get some of these layers off you, and then we’ll swaddle you in blankets.” He starts easing off your jumper, leaving you in just your undershirt. You’re newly cognizant of the sluggishness of your movements as you raise your arms to help him. “Once you sit by the fire for a bit, you’ll be feeling back to normal in no time.” 

You nod numbly, lifting your bum to tug off the jeans you’d worn over leggings. James takes the blanket from the bed and wraps it around you while Remus goes to find more in the other room. 

“Poor love,” James coos, dropping a kiss to your head. “You’re shaking like a leaf.” 

“No duh,” Sirius says, the tent flap letting in a blast of cool air behind him. “It’s fucking freezing out.” 

James offers him a sorry smile. “We think she’s got hypothermia.” 

Sirius sobers, stormcloud eyes flickering to you. “Shit, really? How bad is that?” 

“Not too bad, I don’t think,” Remus says, nudging past him with a stack of blankets in his arms. “I mean, it’d be great if I’d thought to bring any books on that sort of thing, but I’m fairly sure if it were bad she’d be more confused and a bit…blueish.” He drapes a blanket over your shoulders, letting James pull it tighter and tuck it about as he wishes. “Do you feel any better?” 

“I think so,” you say quietly. It’s a bit unnerving to be at the center of so much alarm like this. You do feel better being out of the cold, but you’re not sure if that’s what he’s asking. “It’s a little hard to tell.” 

“You don’t seem like you’re slurring as badly,” James evaluates. He cups the back of your neck, planting a kiss on the frozen tip of your nose. “I think you’re getting better already, lovie.” 

Your face certainly feels warmer. 

Sirius grins at your flustering, though it’s dampened by worry. “What about a hot chocolate?” he asks, tone unusually gentle. “Does that sound like it might help?” 

“I’m fine,” you say, and he disregards you immediately, posing the same question to Remus. 

“Would that help?”

Remus shrugs. “It could. Doubt it would hurt. James, love, I think she’s got enough blankets.” 

James frowns, peering through the layers of covering to find your face. “Do you feel warm enough, angel?” 

You blink, owlish. “I think so?” 

He shakes his head. “Sounds far from certain. More blankets it is. Sirius, get started on the hot chocolate.” 

[planetpedri]

Hi!!! This is my first request but could you please do an imagine with Pau Cubarsi x reader where he wants to be more than friends and doesn't know how to tell her but in the end he finally does. your writing is amazing btw!!

I’ll call you mine — Pau Cubarsí.

Pairing: Pau Cubarsí x Fem!Reader

Summary: Pau has been trying to confess for months, but instead of it coming out with a planned confession, he just blurted it out.

Word count: 1.58k+

Disclaimer/s: Injured (but healing) cat + fluff

A/N: on a pau grind because i’m desperately in love with him.

Your whole study group, which consisted of you, Pau, Lamine, and a girl named Elaine, had agreed to meet at a local diner a few blockes away from school. Pau had kindly offered you a ride there, since he was your neighbor and best friend.

Music played quietly in the background while he drove, adding a nice vibe to the one you’d already created while talking. Pau was asking about you cat, Beatrice, since she just had surgery.

“Oh my God, she literally—“ You let out an annoyed breath, “she literally is so energetic. She literally just got her surgery and now she’s suddenly full of life! I had twenty-four hours of peace before she started walking on our balcony railing again!”

Pau chuckles, his eyes darting to you every few seconds to watch your animated retelling of Beatrice’s actions. “She’s always been a handful, why are you surprised?”

Pinching your lips together, you huff. “Okay, true. It’s still stressful though. So anyways, Lamine and Elaine texted and said they are waiting for us.. but, I was thinking we.. you, could stop at the gas station so I can get some chips? They always have boring flavors at the diner.” You turn in your seat to face Pau, your lips jutting out in a pleading pout.

The boy glances at you with a knowing look, but of course he could never say no to you. “Yeah, sure. Just be quick, we’re already late.”

Pau turns into one of the corner stores, parking in the front so you could get in and out as quickly as possible. As you dig for your bag to get your card, Pau pulls his out from his wallet, shoving it into your face.

Pulling back, you give him a look. “No. Pau, you paid for them last time!”

“And, i’ll pay for them this time.” He waves the card in front of your face, which was forming an annoyed look. “Take it. Go.”

With a groan, you snatch it from his hand. “Okay, thanks. I’ll pay you back.”

You were in and out of the gas station in five minutes, clicking your seatbelt on and handing Pau’s card back with a smile. Chips in hand, you watch the store disappear as Pau drives away.

Your eyes eventually trail back to Pau, who seemed to be deep in thought. Observing his concentrated face, you don’t realize the growing upturn to your lips. He feels your stare, but doesn’t say anything to stop it. His stomach churns the longer you silently watch him and his heart felt like it was beating so fast that it wasn’t beating at all.

You only look away when he parks outside the diner. Unbuckling and climbing out with an eager bounce in your step. Inside, you two find Lamine and Elaine waiting in a back booth, their laptops already opened on the table alongside a red box of fries.

“About time.” Elaine quips, not bothering to look up from her laptop when you and Pau slide into the bench across from her and Lamine.

“Someone,” Pau drawls out, eyes flickering to yours teasingly, “wanted her chips.”

Lamine laughs, sticking out his hand to Elaine who frowns as she places a few bucks into his open palm. “I told you.”

Your lips pull into a frown, “what the hell? You placed a bet—you know what. Whatever! I don’t even care. Moving along, who has the wifi password?”

“They haven’t changed it since we were last here.” Elaine informs, plopping a fry into her mouth.

Pau’s eyebrows quirk up, “they haven’t?”

Your elbow nudges his shoulder, “they are learning to love us!”

Lamine glances between the duo, sharing a quirked eyebrow with Pau when your hand lingered a bit too long on the boy’s arm, and Pau’s cheeks had flushed a bright red.

The thing was, Lamine had been trying to get Pau to tell you how he felt for months. Every time, the boy promised he’d do it ‘soon’. He never did.

As the night went on, the group studies quietly, sharing small talk here and there. You and Pau decided to leave early, opting out of the study session to go watch a movie at your house.

The second you two arrived back at your house, you had changed into pajamas and joined Pau on the couch. With your parents already fast asleep, they didn’t bother telling you what time to have Pau leave. This was quite a normal activity for you two; Pau coming over to your house and staying over while you guys half-pay attention to the movie playing.

Most of the time you two spent together was filled with you talking and Pau listening. Thats the sort of friendship you had. He loved to hear you talk, and, well, you loved to talk. Plus, Pau preferred it that way simply because he could avoid the stuttering mess you made him when you listened to him talk.

Even as you sat there, only a foot between each other as you talked. Your knees were pulled to your chest and you were going in on a conspiracy theory you happened to come across on Tiktok. Pau’s eyes darted across your face as you spoke, and you found it harder and harder to remember all the facts when his eyes kept wandering to your lips.

Maybe he should just tell you.

Your brain was spinning just trying to focus on the topic at hand, but you had enough. “Pau, will you stop. I’m trying to tell a story here.”

The boy blinks, taken aback at your random call out. “What?

“Whatever you’re doing with your eyes, stop. Look away, it’s like.. distracting.” You gulp, why was it distracting in the first place?

Pau nods, he hadn’t even realized what exactly he was doing, so he just avoided your face. That, though, was harder than he thought. All he wanted to do was look at you, to see your face, and now more than ever.

That was the hardest part about him liking you. He was so deeply enthralled with everything you did, having that taken away was horrible. Pau had started to hate away games for the simple fact that he saw you less.

“Okay, but also, this—Pau? Hi?” You wave your hand in front of the teen’s face. “You went off into another planet, did you even get the last part? It was kind of vital.”

“Sorry, I was thinking. Could you repeat?” He looks back at you, and finds his breath catching in his throat. Had you gotten closer? You did look beautiful in the TV lights glow.

You suck in a long breath, “okay. Prepare—“

“I like you.”

Oh.

Silence.

“Huh?”

Another long beat of silence.

Pau’s mouth parts, he didn’t mean to say that out loud. He really didn’t. “Whaaat.. who said that?”

It was your turn for your mouth to fall open, slightly shocked but more.. well. You started laughing. You were choking on your laughter, your hand clutching Pau’s shoulder as your head dipped down to rest on it. He was laughing too, partly humiliated, partly-amused.

When you finally calmed down and look back up at him, you take a deep breath, swiping a hand in front of your face for dramatic effect. “Okay, i’m done. Sorry. Say it again.”

“Uhm… say what?”

“Quit playing with me Pau. Say it again so I can have a serious reaction.” Crossing your legs, you wait for him to speak again.

Pau feels his face grow hot. He really didn’t want to do that. “Do I have to?”

You blink, “what? Did you not mean it?”

His face flattens, “what? No! No, I did mean it… it’s just embarrassing.” He exhales, attempting to calm himself down. He truly did mean it, he just didn’t want to say it without a certain response from you.

His eyes meet yours and he notices the almost hopeful look in your eyes. “I like you.” He says slowly, cautiously.

“I like you too.” You smile, the weight of your once hidden feelings dissolved as the words tumbled off your lips.

Pau’s heart feels heavy with the emotions rushing through it. “Yeah?”

You nod, “yeah.” You weren’t sure what to do next, but truthfully, neither did he. Instead, you both sat there with stupidly wide smiles on your faces and rosy cheeks.

“I wonder if Lamine and Elaine bet on this too.” Pau suddenly blurts, cutting the tension you’d just formed. He laughs nervously, causing you to laugh in turn.

“Probably.” You agree, “maybe we just shouldn’t tell them, not for a bit.”

Pau’s eyebrows pull together, confusion flashing across his face. “Why?”

You shrug, settling into the couch beside him, a bit closer this time. “I dunno, I kind of want to have this to ourself for a little while… not long, but, y’know?”

Understanding what you meant, the boy leans back against the couch, his arm draping over your shoulder’s and pulling you into his side. “Yeah, I don’t mind that.”

You smile against him, your stomach fluttering when you process the boy you’d had feelings for since you were thirteen, liked you just the same. He was finally yours.

Pau sat back too, smiling to himself. This meant he could finally call you his, and vise versa. He’d waited for this moment for a very long time and he was very grateful for his lack of… self control.

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[rileyslibrary]

I love your sense of humour and have cracked up at your stories multible times. Maby you can find some inspiration in this:

Price ordering the team to an etiquette training so they know how to behave in case they have to go under cover in a more "fancy" environment (or the upcoming mission may require something like this). I'm thinking about Ghosts "sausage fingers" from the origami bit on a delicate litte cake fork... Or him needing to *converse* with someone.

I think putting these hard soldiers in a situation that's out of their comfort zone is always a fun read!

Thank you for letting us enjoy your fantastic writing! <3

Be gentle, man!

Relationship: TF141 x F!Reader with a potential Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader (platonic?) on the horizon. Also there’s an OC in the story.

Word Count: 1,598 (approx. 7-8 min reading time)

Notes: I began writing this last night as a joke, and couldn’t stop. Thank you SO MUCH for inspiring me to do this, anon. It’s a crackfic btw. (There’s a part 2 now here)

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The training room feels out of place compared to its usual purpose. Bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, the once-busy gym has been transformed into a classroom for an unlikely lesson—manners, of all things. Table manners, to be precise.

“Talk about Fitness Vs. Finesse,” Soap whispers, and you playfully nudge his side. The comment reaches Gaz’s ears, and he lets out a chuckle. Yet, Price’s death stare reclaims your attention and brings you back to focus.

You all sit around a long, polished mahogany table atop the gym’s boxing ring, admiring the delicate china and crystal glassware set before you. It reminds you of Aunt Claire’s preserved collection, which rarely leaves its cabinet. Lady Theodora, your etiquette instructor, assures you that each piece serves a purpose, and you will put them all to use. Every. Single. One of them.

Lady Theodora, the epitome of timeless confidence, moves gracefully around the table. Her silver hair is slicked back, framing a face that exudes years of wisdom and experience. Her Bordeaux-coloured shawl billows behind her as she glides, catching the gentle breeze her steps create. She pauses behind Price’s chair and reveals the reason behind today’s masterclass: an undercover operation.

“In the world of espionage, where appearances can mean the difference between life and death,” she says in a soft voice, “the art of etiquette becomes a weapon, a shield, and,” she concludes, resting her hand on Price’s shoulder, “your ticket to survival.”

“Bollocks.”

All eyes are drawn to the far end of the table, where a shadowy figure prefers to go unnoticed but isn’t afraid to express doubts. The only visible sign of life is a hand fidgeting with the butterknife.

“I beg your pardon, Lieutenant.” Lady Theodora says, and Ghost leans forward, revealing his unmasked—and visibly annoyed—face.

“We’re soldiers, not knights,” he claims. “Teaching us how to use all these,” he says, motioning to the various utensils before him, “is a waste of time, both yours and mine.”

Lady Theodora regards him gently as if looking at a child throwing a tantrum. She smiles and walks behind him, gripping the back of his chair.

“You seem quite certain of your own competence and doubtful of mine, Mr Riley,” she says, amused.

Ghost tilts his head to the side, partially facing her.

“With all due respect, Lady Theodora,” he replies, “I don’t believe you fully comprehend how such missions operate.”

Lady Theodora lets a light chuckle as she moves closer to Ghost’s face.

“My record of 25 confirmed kills, three of which were accomplished with a butterknife like the one in your hand, might suggest otherwise,” she admits. “Now, would you kindly move your seat forward, Lieutenant? I’ll show you how to act like a proper gentleman.”

Ghost’s Adam’s apple bobbles as he swallows hard. He returns the butterknife to its original position and pushes his chair forward with Lady Theodora’s help.

Gaz clears his throat and looks at Soap.

“Imagine her dinner parties,” he whispers so Price doesn’t hear him, “they must be perfectly executed.”

“Bet she makes a killer soufflé,” Soap whispers back.

You look at them and mutter, “You two are beyond help.” Unfortunately, it’s your own comment that catches Price’s attention this time, and he gives you a stern warning to behave.

“Let’s get started,” Lady Theodora says. “Projecting confidence and grace requires proper posture: sit up straight, shoulders back, and imagine a string pulling you upward from the crown of your head.”

You all adjust your posture, attempting to imitate Lady Theodora. Ghost used to a more relaxed posture, finds it difficult to maintain the required formality. His broad shoulders hunch forward, and he struggles to keep his legs straight.

“Excellent,” Lady Theodora remarks, catching Ghost’s struggle but choosing not to comment further. “Next, we shall delve into the art of dining. Each utensil on the table has a specific purpose, and it is essential to use them correctly.”

She points to the array of utensils laid out before you. Multiple forks, knives, and spoons of various sizes and shapes make the sight overwhelming.

“The outermost utensils are for the earlier courses, while the inner ones are for the later ones.” Lady Theodora says, “It’s like unwrapping a gift, one course at a time.”

You all nod and place the napkin on your lap to begin the process.

Ghost’s ingrained military habits take over when food is served, causing him to devour it quickly. He shovels forkfuls of food into his mouth without looking up and barely pausing to chew.

“Mr Riley,” Lady Theodora addresses Ghost, who shoots his head up to look at her. “I understand the military inclination to eat fast, but we must remember that the food isn’t going anywhere. Take your time, savour each bite, and enjoy your meal, please.”

“Sorry ’bout that.” Ghost mumbles with his mouth full.

Lady Theodora raises an eyebrow. “Mr Riley, it is impolite to speak with your mouth full,” she reminds him. “Please, swallow your food before continuing.”

Ghost swallows and clears his throat. “Apologies, Lady Theodora,” he mutters.

Lady Theodora smiles and nods at Ghost’s response. “Very well, Lieutenant Riley,” she says. “Remember, dining is about more than just the food; it’s also about the company and the experience.”

As the training continues, you witness Soap’s attempts to initiate a proper conversation, only to subconsciously bring up military strategies. Gaz, on the other hand, struggles with small talk and, when asked about his hobbies, blurts out his love of explosions.

“Kerosene is one hell of a—”

“No kerosene talk on the table, Sergeant,” Lady Theodora interrupts. “How about we talk about something more appropriate, like, for example, what did you do today?”

“You’re not going to like it.” He replies.

“Did it involve kerosene?” She asks and receives multiple excited nods from Gaz.

Ghost forgets about his napkin while using the finger bowl and instinctively flicks his hands to dry them. Droplets of water scatter across the table, and Lady Theodora steps forward with a calm smile. She retrieves his napkin and hands it to him. “Remember, Lieutenant,” she whispers, “the napkin is your ally.”

Throughout this ordeal, Price seems to be the only one who already has a natural fluidity in his movements. Like he already knows about etiquette.

You compliment his impeccable manners, but Lady Theodora intervenes before Price can respond.

“Oh, that’s because the Captain already received my services a few years ago,” she reveals, winking.

Price, caught off guard, coughs and sputters, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. After regaining his composure, he clears his throat and grins.

“Yes, well, Lady Theodora’s guidance has been, um, invaluable,” he manages to say and lowers his gaze to his plate. Gaz raises an eyebrow, and Soap gives a sly smile.

With the etiquette training completed, Price gracefully positions his utensils on his plate and folds his napkin. Lady Theodora hands him a file stack, which he distributes to you.

“These files contain detailed background information for your assigned roles,” he explains. “Study them carefully; familiarise yourselves with the personas you will embody, and don’t worry; with Lady Theodora’s help, you’ll have plenty of time to learn how to carry yourselves.”

He watches you all as you take hold of your respective files, scanning the pages and absorbing the details that will shape your performances.

“Gaz, within those pages, you’ll uncover the roadmap to shape your tech persona, along with essential contacts and valuable industry insights,” Price declares.

“A startup entrepreneur,” Gaz mutters and nods, “nice.”

“Soap,” Price continues, “your file contains the lineage and history of an alleged oil tycoon family; you’ll assume the identity of their sole son and heir to the business.”

“Why do I get the oil-moneyed spoiled brat?” Soap protests, “Gaz is the one obsessed with fossil fuel!”

Price looks at Lady Theodora, silently begging her to take the lead.

“Focus on embodying the demeanour of an heir, Sergeant MacTavish,” she comforts Soap. “Acquiring in-depth knowledge of the business is not a top priority now.”

Finally, Price shifts his focus to you and Ghost. His voice softens, and a smile appears on his lips.

“As for the two of you,” he says, “your assignment requires a convincing portrayal of a couple.”

You and Ghost exchange a brief look before returning your focus to the files in your hands.

“Laswell will provide you with a forged marriage certificate and photos of your alleged relationship,” Price continues. “The documents will serve as tangible proof if the need to validate your connection arises.”

“Any chance to let us know who or what we’re after?” Gaz asks, and Price shakes his head.

“Baby steps, Sergeant; we’re waiting for Laswell to give us more intel,” he explains, “but as far as we know, we’re dealing with people who can buy their way out of some very sketchy shit.”

“Language, Captain.” Lady Theodora reminds him.

“Please accept my sincere apologies, Theodora,” he says and turns to Gaz. “I meant sketchy things, Sergeant.”

As they continue discussing the mission, your mind wanders on the latest information. Ghost’s partner? How? You look at the file and then back at Ghost. You see Lady Theodora walking behind Ghost’s chair and leaning close to his ear. She looks at you and whispers to him.

“I told you, Lieutenant,” she says, “I’ll mould you into a proper gentleman.”

Ghost turns to face you as well. “I’m afraid that’s impossible, Lady Theodora,” he replies.

But Lady Theodora smiles and touches his shoulder, “Oh, you’ll see, Mr Riley—you’re my gift to unwrap, one course at a time.”

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Part 2 ->

[excalibur-gone-missing]

Paring: jeonghan x fem!reader

Requested: yes [Can you please write something angsty for prince DK? Or if this is too vague, what do you think about a bet au with Jeonghan?] [By anon]

Genre: angst, coworkers to lovers, fluff, fuckboy au, opposites au, bet au

Warning(s): misogyny, jeonghan is an asshole and so is seungcheol, [if you find more pls inform ]

Summary: Jeonghan had plans on never talking to the quite coworker they hired, but like doesn't always pan out the way we want to. But when you add money to the problem, plus both your feelings, you have the perfect recipe for disaster.

Word count: 5.2k

Other works

disclaimer: this is not the exact representation of the subjects in real life. I just use them for my inspiration.

a/n: I request each and every one of you to comment on this fic don't be a silent reader it helps me as an author to understand my readers and i would love to communicate with all of you. Constructive criticism is always welcomed by me so do talk about this fic or send me an ask.

a/n 2: i hope it was what you wanted, thanks for the ask btw!

Everyone at the office knew that Jeonghan was a free spirit, he worked hard and partied even harder. He like living his life in the most happening way possible. Be it weekend trips, bike trips to the mountains or staying in the countryside for a week and working remote while enjoying the serenity that comes with it, he was down for anything.

Funnily enough he was referred to as the least energetic person in his friend group. So, one can imagine overzealous they normally were.

His work more often than not was impeccable, no one could fault him at all. The rising star of the corporate world they called him at the office. In his five years at the job the man had garnered more approval than anyone else.

He liked his life, and he would not trade it for anything else.

Now, unlike Jeonghan you resided on the other side of the spectrum. Your kind of life was pretty monotonous waking up before your alarm, making your bed, skipping meals, and surviving on coffee, reaching, and leaving work on the dot and crying while rewatching your favorite shows, was your kind of life. You like staying in during the weekends and cleaning up the mess you make in your living space during the weekdays and trying everything in your power to not upset your cat while doing so.

Its calm, chill, maybe a bit boring but it worked for you and brought you peace.

You were the newest recruit in your office and from the first day you captured the attention of most of your coworkers for your meticulous and polite words.

More often than not you refuse to talk to your coworkers ensuring that there stays a professional boundary between you all and if they would not catch onto your behavior, you would politely decline them.

Never that interested in networking, you refuse to talk to more people than you need to.

Jeonghan caught onto it pretty early, but why did it matter to him what you did, so like everyone else he went on his own way and simply chose to ignore you.

Ten months into your new job was when you first had a real conversation with the man. It was pretty late at night, both of you had to stay back for overtime. That was when you saw him struggling with his presentation for the next day’s meeting.

That day you broke the ‘no talking to my coworkers rule unless and until it’s very important’ rule.

“what’s the problem?” you politely asked the man.

“Oh, I am having slight problem with the numbers here,” the man replies looking visibly confused and surprised.

“If you want, I can help you out” you kindly stated as Jeonghan casually just turned his laptop towards you.

So, for the next one and half hours you both sat there and diligently worked on the presentation and by the end of it the material looked rather good and presentation worthy.

Looking extremely grateful the pretty man said, “I am so thankful you helped me out today, so why don’t I repay you by dropping you off at your house, it’s pretty late you know.”

Looking at your watch you politely replied, “no worries, plus if I rush a bit, I can catch the last bus home so please don’t bother.”

Jeonghan looked bummed at this, but he was obliged nonetheless as he knew you to be an introverted lady and he did not want to make you uncomfortable.

--

The next time you and Jeonghan had a conversation, was again at a night when you both were staying at the office over time. By this time, you have become pretty comfortable with each other, not enough to hold a conversation but enough to spare a quick nod and a smile while passing by each other’s cubicles.

He was done with the day’s work and was about to leave the office when he noticed you hunched over your laptop looking frustratingly at your screen which showed you an open excel sheet with infinite numbers.

Feeling like he owed you the help, Jeonghan strode towards you and calmly said “let me see.”

Jumping in shock you looked at him and replied, “oh no don’t bother I can figure it out you should go home it’s pretty late you know.”

Tsking at your reply he grabbed a chair to sit beside you while saying “it’s only fair, you helped me out so I should help you now.”

You let him, in actuality you needed that little help from him, the data entries were annoying you and you absolutely did not like it one bit.

Just like that time passed by again resulting in the clock to show that it was quarter past one by the time you both were done.

This time though Jeonghan shut down all your protests to go about his own way and your reluctance to inconvenience him with a simple “it’s pretty late and I won’t let you get followed by some creeps on the road plus the last bus is gone anyways so you are coming with me.”

On the way he stopped at a convenience store to get some dinner for you both and you devoured your ramen while chatting with him.

You both were pretty similar, in some cases for example you both had this extreme love for Legos that existed beyond measurable amounts, both of you loved your pets to death, albeit his was a rock and yours was a cat, but as he said “we don’t discriminate peoples pets here, they can have what they want to but given its legal and safe for the pet.”

On the other hand, Jeonghan liked you too, he was happy he could be the first one to break your shell to meet the real you and he was proud of this. It was close to an achievement for him.

--

“Han like this new chick in his office.”

Joshua loudly announced to the group of boys sprawled in his living room one evening. Jeonghan’s friends had come to his house to hang out and to get drunk out of their wits to forget the stress of the tedious weekend they had. They were all friends from college, now working jobs in the most contrasting industries ever like Seungcheol was the manager for their states football club and Soonyoung was a choreographer working with famous celebrities, Hansol on the other hand was the proud of a pet shelter and the one and only Joshua was an English history professor who most days worked overtime at the university. But at the end of the day, they were all the loud and obnoxious assholes he knew and loved from his younger days, and nothing could compare to that.

“Really you never told us about this one hyung?” Mingyu enquires.

“Nah she is just a new hire at the office, does not like talking to people at all. She is more antisocial than Wonwoo’s ass.”

“Really now, antisocial?” Seungcheol enquires, not missing Jeonghan’s defensive tone.

“Yes, Cheol antisocial, plus I don’t even know her enough,” the male says while rolling his eyes at his friends interest with you.

“Maybe you could talk to her and get her out of her shell, you are a pretty good mediator in our group I think you could do that,” pipes up the ever so benevolent Seokmin.

“Yes, you could,” Seungcheol joins him smirking a bit.

Now thoroughly annoyed Jeonghan exclaims “no I cannot. The only way someone can get that stuck up bitch out of her shell will be fucking her or something and I do not want to do so!”

“What if I pay you, will you do it then,” Seungcheol says still smirking.

“Do what?”

“Fuck her enough to get her out of her shell.”

The whole room goes silent at that statement.

“Hyung, I don’t think it’s right,” the youngest of them, Chan, suddenly speaks.

“Yes, its morally incorrect man,” Jeonghan agrees.

“I will pay you, plus life is pretty boring. This will give us something to talk about for at least the next year,” the oldest explains still smiling a bit.

“I agree with the others, its emotionally taxing and nothing good will come out of doing something like this man, plus what are we teenagers making bets about emotionally harming others?” Joshua says.

“Jeonghan, you do it and I will give you a thousand bucks,” the oldest says calmly. At the same time all the men in the room let out an exasperated sigh, knowing there is no winning with this stubborn man, while hoping silently that Jeonghan does not succumb to the greed.

But alas they were wrong, so wrong. An amount that lucrative will only be passed by a fool and Jeonghan was no such thing. He stood up from his place at the loveseat and confidently strode over to Seungcheol.

“You better keep your fucking word,” he says while shaking the older man’s hand.

While Seungcheol smiles and says, “you know what you complete the bet within the next six month I’ll give you a five thousand and if you don’t end up doing it, you gotta pay me pal.”

--

After that evening with his friends, Jeonghan was pretty stressed, because why should he not be? Making you sleep with him is hard enough, but making a situationship out of it sounds even harder. Now he thoroughly regrets accepting the bet.

You on the other hand are pretty happy and quiet as you often are. Very much unaware of his internal turmoil, as you keep talking excitedly about the new Lego death star you bought.

Yes, you and Jeonghan have bonded quite a bit these past few days, he likes spending time with you too, and so do you. It is a nice and comfortable friendship you both have built, and you like it.

“Why don’t you let me come to your place this weekend, and we can build the set together. We can get takeout later too,” he suddenly speaks up shocking you with such forward proposition.

“Well only if you want to though no pressure, it’s just that I really wanted to build the death star and was planning to buy it but like couldn’t make enough time to do –”

“Sure, you can come,” you speak up stopping his nervous rant.

“Are you sure?” Jeonghan asks just to make sure he heard it correctly.

“Yes, I am, it will be fun to build the Lego set together,” you say smiling.

“Yes, it would be, but like are you really sure,” he says again to make sure he is really not hard at hearing.

“Jeonghan if you ask me once again, I will take back what I just said.”

This makes him stop talking at all and he proceeds to show you his beautiful smile, making you feel a bit giddy inside.

“So, I will come this Saturday and we shall make the death star cuz we can,” he sings, making you bark out a laugh at him.

Little do you know you just poured a cool bucket of water on the burning flames on anxiety inside Jeonghan’s brain and he is extremely happy about that.

--

The next Saturday comes rolls in slowly, the tedious and boring week is over, and it is time for self-care and a lot of friendship building activities or that’s what you thought.

The man was mad and when you say mad you mean it. The Lego making only lasted for like two hours before he had hidden all the pieces of the part that you were making, resulting you to search for them all over the house. Moreover, after diligently searching and finding nothing, you had given up when he had produced all those pieces from his pockets shocking you to the core.

This little stunt had made you force him to pay for the takeout and when you were both fed and watered, he had proposed a game of chess. Only problem, you never knew one could cheat in this game too. He moved the pieces wrong.

Result. You both had the pettiest fight ever wherein the man with all his might tried to convince you that the rook was indeed supposed to move diagonally.

“You don’t understand, that is how the game is played. Are you sure you ever played this before?” he had asked.

“Hani you are wrong, please the rook never in its whole life moved diagonally, it always moved straight.”

“Maybe that is what your problem is, you are so uptight, you refuse to accept the differences in our opinions!”

“Oh, now I'm uptight, you are only being this difficult cuz you are losing!”

“I wouldn’t if you let me play the rook diagonally.”

“But that is not how it is played! Why don’t you—"

All your rants stop just like that, it took you at least five business days to actually realize that Jeonghan had kissed you. But once you got over that shock, you closed your eyes and moved your lips along with his.

Jeonghan, thoroughly exasperated by your intense argument, impulsively sought to quiet you by placing a soft, lingering kiss on your plump lips. Almost immediately, regret washed over him as he feared he had acted rashly at the worst possible moment. Mentally preparing to distance himself from you for the rest of your time together, he was taken aback when you reciprocated the kiss, instantly dissolving all his worries and leaving him pleasantly surprised.

You broke the kiss to take a breath, both looking visibly flustered.

“Do you want to stay the night, or do you want to go?” you asked him while looking at him with your sparkling eyes, making Jeonghan want to glue his ass to your house, but he being the gentleman he was declined the offer.

“I would really like to take you out on a date. As I really like you, so I won’t spoil my chances with you by staying tonight.”

To say you were surprised would be an understatement. You always thought of the man to be a Casanova, so the idea of him taking you on a date while simultaneously insinuating that he won’t take any harsh steps with you was a nice little change and you were all for it.

--

It was all smooth sailing after that.

Jeonghan took you to an amusement park for the date next Sunday and oh boy did you enjoy yourself to the fullest.

Both of you had the time of your lives. Making sure to go on every ride, play every game and eating every junk you found there. By the end of it you were visibly exhausted and elated with how the day went.

The following day you were visibly happier in the office and even had a small conversation with one of your coworkers.

This went on for the following month, with each and every date you opened up to Jeonghan more and more, and so did he.

He loved spending time with you and vice versa. It was during your regular Friday movie nights, a ritual you both had established as you both liked watching movies and bonded while talking about them, when Jeonghan absolutely bored with the movie scooted a bit too close to you in hopes of gaining your attention by annoying you, a typical Jeonghan move. When you both ended up making love on the couch.

This was only the start of a lot of escapades you would have with the man.

After that one night, Jeonghan was all over you at all times. Be it at the office or be it at home he was with you or texting you all the time. Your nights were now filled with heavy make outs and intense love making sessions.

Everybody at the office knew about you both. On top of that you were more extroverted than ever. You even went out with your coworkers for an office dinner. Somehow, Jeonghan was praised for the change he brought in you, and like his ‘kind’ self, he declined all those compliments with a gracious smile.

He didn’t like to say it out loud, but he liked your changed self, more than your reserved one. Plus, he also took credit for the change, but it’s not like he would tell you that anytime soon.

--

 It was almost five months into dating Jeonghan, when he asked you to meet his friends. You knew he had a very loyal group of friends and you had never met them before. On the contrary Jeonghan had met your one and only best friend within only three months of dating. In the most best friend manner, the lady has hated his ass the whole-time side eyeing him constantly and leaving petty remarks here and there. But that night she had called you and told you something she didn’t ever say for any of your boyfriends “I can see he loves you a lot. For the first time you chose the correct guy.”

Getting your strict best friend to like Jeonghan was like clearing the first hurdle of your relation. For the first time, you were proud of your choice in men and especially your boyfriend.

“Oh, I would love to meet them, but would they like me,” you were rightfully concerned about the boys liking you. As much as you were independent, you would like to gain the approval of your boyfriend’s friends like any girlfriend.

“They are dorks through and through, they will love, don’t worry” he had said while kissing your forehead to calm you down.

“Plus, you will fit right in, they are nice people,” he later added.

--

That evening, Jeonghan had taken you to the Korean BBQ place downtown where they all were meeting. The night had started rocky but within an hour you were having fun with Mingyu and Seokmin, all worries forgotten. Jeonghan had looked at you with pride blooming in his chest with how happy you looked with his friends, enjoying yourself.

It seems that all the twelve of them had liked you a lot saying you were the perfect partner for Jeonghan, someone who could ground him at the same time let him be himself.

The BBQ party came to an end, but the boys still had a lot of energy, so they went to the karaoke next taking both you and Jeonghan with them. Although you were thoroughly exhausted, you had complied to go, seeing Jeonghan have so much fun was a sight you didn’t want to miss.

You had gone to the bathroom the first thing right after reaching the karaoke place, to wake you up and also to do your business. Seungkwan had accompanied you claiming, “all that soju and walking has made my bladder shake like never before!” it’s not a lie though, they did drink like it will be the last time they ever get to drink.

As you came out of the restroom, Seungkwan gave you a kind smile and said “I have never seen Jeonghan this happy before, not even with us. I'm sure he likes you a lot.”

Smiling at him you said, “I think I love him; I have not said that to him yet, but I really think I do.”

With a sassy ‘good for you’ from the one and only Boo, you both made your way to the room that your group had booked.

As you reached closer, you could hear all the boys talking to each other.

“I approve, she is an angel, she even consoled Soon when he cried” said one of them making you smile a bit. By this time Seungkwan had stopped with you too eavesdropping on his friends as he is as dramatic as one can be.

“She is nothing like what you described her to be you know, she is nice and kind and far from being stuck up,” someone else said.

“Nah she is not, that stuck up once you get to know her, contrary to that she is very cheery and I like her you know,” Jeonghan had replied making you feel extra giddy inside.

“Hey bro if you like her that much maybe we should call off the deal we made, I see how much you like her and if you ask me, I will say she is a keeper,” with this statement, a silence washed over the whole group. You looked at Seungkwan to understand what was happening, but the man refused to look at you still stubbornly pretending to listen to the conversation.

“I said I like her, not like her enough to let go of the five thousand you offered” you suddenly heard Jeonghan speak making you even more confused about the whole ordeal.

“I think you will regret it you let her go hyung,” Seokmin suddenly said with a very somber tone generating a lot of assertive noises from the group.

“She won’t bring me five thousand, plus I fucked her got into a relationship with her and made her the fun-loving bitch she is now. It was a tedious process, but I completed my work, so I deserve the money.”

It was hard hearing the man you loved so much make such a degrading comment. At this point you were shaking with emotions so much that even Seungkwan who refused to look at you during this whole time, had to hold you steady.

“Did you know about this,” you asked him.

The boy with his eyes downcast just nodded his head.

“I won’t even ask you why you didn’t tell me about it, I get it you are his friend makes sense.”

“Hey none of us wanted him to do anything like this, but your Jeonghan is unstoppable sometimes and about the wrong things.”

“I think I should get going, I’ve heard enough.”

“Hey y/n we like you a lot, so please stay in contact with us later, no matter what your verdict is,” the younger man pleaded with glistening eyes, making you almost accept the request out of pity.

You ignored everyone and strode into the room bustling with men, heading straight for the couch. Without hesitation, you grabbed your bag and, as you walked out, approached Jeonghan and delivered a firm slap to his face. "We're done," you declared before exiting the room without glancing at anyone else.

--

The minute you had left, Jeonghan felt his life crashing down on him. The looks of disapproval from his friends and the pure disappointment that radiated off you caught him off guard. He had thought he could get out of it with both the girl and the money, but suddenly he realized he didn’t even need the said money, he only needed you. The weight of his words came to haunt me as soon as he had spoken them.

He immediately attempted to follow you but was stopped by Seungkwan, “did you see her face, if you follow her now, she will resent you more. Not like you don’t deserve it, but you are still my friend.”

The tone of his voice showed how much he was upset with Jeonghan. So much so that the younger male could not even look at his face.

“You are my hyung, but you know what I like her more, never have I ever thought you would do something like this,” he continued, “I hope she never forgives you.”  

Hearing that Jeonghan couldn’t control himself and punched Seungkwan and a fight broke out. The boys trying their best to resolve it.

“It’s already a mess, can you both stop making it worse!” Mingyu said as Seungkwan punched Jeonghan back square on the jaw.

“Tell that shit to not meddle in my business then” comes Jeonghan’s voice.

“Maybe if you didn’t break her heart I wouldn’t, she was a fucking nice person,” Seungkwan shouted back as Mingyu dragged him out.

The night was ruined, and it was all because of Jeonghan.

--

That night you came home and cried your heart out ignoring all the calls from Jeonghan and the other boys, with whom you had exchanged numbers during the hangout. Thankfully, it was a Sunday the next day, so you didn’t have to look at the man who broke your heart, but it pained you so much to even move a muscle. It was like your heart was ripped out of your body. The pain was immeasurable.

There were at least a hundred missed calls on your phone and thirty of them from all of the boys. Your best friend come to your place that Sunday and tried her best to console a sad you, but nothing could stop you from beating yourself up for trusting a man like him. it’s true you loved him, and you regrated doing so, you didn’t blame Jeonghan for breaking your heart, you blamed yourself for being weak enough for you to let Jeonghan do so to you, for letting the man step all over you like you were a piece of trash that had no place in the normal world. The degrading things that he had said about you kept echoing in your ears, making it hard for you to think of anything else.

It was like you had forgotten all about your vow to never let anyone step over you and take away a piece of you from yourself. You were so hurt that you refused to see Jeonghan at all. So, on the next Monday you asked your HR for a weeklong leave and the kind lady obliged owing to your stellar performance at your department.

You turned off your phone that week and went to stay with you friend as the house was too lonely for you and the more you stayed there, the more you felt the memories of you and Jeonghan coming to haunt you.

--

On that Monday, Jeonghan woke up with a newfound determination. He was resolved to confront you and explain that his hurtful words from that night stemmed from his own inability to accept his feelings. He believed that once he clarified his side of the story, your compassionate nature would lead you to forgive him. He was even prepared to humble himself, willing to beg for your forgiveness if necessary. However, fate intervened when he discovered you had taken a week-long leave from the office.

The realization of consequences hit him suddenly. Yes, he understood the gravity of his actions, but he was willing to face any repercussions if it meant having you back in his arms. Anything seemed bearable compared to the thought of losing you.

By Wednesday, Jeonghan found himself standing at your doorstep, desperately knocking, hoping to speak with you. To his dismay, a neighbor informed him that you had been absent since Monday. His heart sank realizing he had missed his chance to reconcile with you.

He had made a solemn vow to himself that he would reach out to you no matter what obstacles lay in his path, willing to go to any lengths to make amends. However, he now realized the depth of his mistake. Reflecting on his actions, he understood that he should have heeded the advice of his friends earlier, but it was too late for regrets.

Jeonghan's determination to win you back consumed him. He felt a deep pang of regret for not acting sooner and for failing to appreciate the warnings from his friends. Now, facing the reality of your absence, he grappled with the weight of his impulsive behavior.

In the days that followed, Jeonghan resolved to wait patiently for your return, determined to seize any opportunity to make things right. He hoped against hope that he hadn't irreparably damaged the bond between you. Each passing day without you served as a sobering reminder of the importance of listening to his instincts and valuing the counsel of those who cared about him.

--

The next week you opened your phone to see it has blown up with Jeonghan’s messages and there were a few from Seungkwan asking you if you are okay and telling you that he had punched Jeonghan for being an asshole to you and that most of the people didn’t agree with Jeonghan’s antics but its hard to stop Jeonghan when is like that.

Taking pity of the boy you and answered him accepting his apology and telling him you were happy that he punched the guy.

His answer came immediately, saying he was happy that there is no bad blood among you two and he prefers you more than Jeonghan anyways making you laugh at his cuteness.

When you returned back to the office, the first thing you did was hand them your resignation letter. The next thing on your list was avoid Jeonghan till you leave work, at which you were pretty successful.

And just like that you were done with your time in the office and were moving onto another job before Jeonghan could even get hold of you.

--

Its has been three years since and life had never been better. You became friends with Seungkwan, Seokmin and Soonyoung immediately. You four hangout quite frequently. The three younger men like you a lot too. It’s a strong bond you have created with them. If anyone asks you would say the only good thing that came from your ex was the friends you made while with him.

On top of that you also have been in a relation with a man who treats you right and loves you to death. Its like you have at last reached the light at the end of the tunnel.

--

Jeonghan on the other hand drowned himself in work after you left, the man tried his best to forget your existence and was very thankful his work helped him do so. But whenever he was out with his friends he couldn’t stop himself from asking about you and always he got the same answer of ‘none of your fucking business’ from Seungkwan.

But it was different this time, it was the ever so kind Seokmin who answered him.

“Hyung she moved on, and you should too.” Hearing that he stood up, he didn’t know why. Would he go to your house and beg for your forgiveness again or will he call you while asking you to give him another chance?

Truth to be told, he didn’t know.

“Hyung please don’t mess this up for her. She is happy,” Seokmin spoke up again, kindly holding his hand to pull him down back onto his seat. It felt like Jeonghan’s life has come crashing down on him once again. One lone tear left his eye, too embarrassed to cry in front of his friends, he puts up a happy front while saying “of course Seok, I would do nothing to hurt her.”

All his friends looked at the man in pity, hoping that faith was kinder to him. but they couldn’t deny that he single handedly destroyed his life either. He was still their friend and he deserved to be happy to but so did you. The man sat in silence for some time till Joshua loudly declared he wanted to go to the arcade and all the others enthusiastically agreed, happy about the distraction.

That is when Jeonghan realized life has gone on and not stopped for anyone, the time he was supposed to seize his moment has passed and it wont ever come back. He now has to live his life without the presence of one of the most precious thing he ever had the privilege to possess, your love.

a/n 3: thank you all for reading !!

[unluckilyimnot]

do you know who much am i in love with tsundere man ???

i wanna kiss raichi's face sooo bad, with lipstick on, all over his face, until he tripped over his words and is all blushyy

don't forget cuddles and sitting on his lap like AAAAA

i love your loki and sae's making out writings btw 🫶 can u do the same thing but with raichi but in this version?

making out - raichi, isagi

mlist || rules || requests are open :)

note : thank you sm for your request, both of you ! they're so cute, as you should queen (in a neutral way) i love them a loooot too. i post this Isagi one at the same time bc i did them with a similar vibe

I've been busy these day im sorry ! And I have a busy weekend as well with my gf so I'll do as much as I can today and post it later !

Raichi acts tough but deep down he knows he can’t fool anyone when you order him around.  You two invited some of your friends over tonight to have a nice dinner together and you kept calling his name to get things done. He tried to boss around a little at the beginning, saying he was talking with the tip of his ears red but you just had to whine a little please for him to be by your side in a second. He's the grumpy type, but still ready to help whenever he's asked  to. 

He spent the whole night eyeing you from head to toes. His hand lingering on your thigh below the table and your seemingly innocent gaze let him know you get where he wanna go. He's a little impatient but that's nothing you can't handle.

When you finally say goodbye to your last friends, you stretch your back as soon as the door is closed. 'What a night' you thought, excepting Raichi around you but he was nowhere to be seen. Taking a few steps to the kitchen to find him cleaning up a little. Leaning against the door frame, you stared at him until he noticed you.

"You're less clingy suddenly." You spoke as soon as his eyes lay on you, a cute smile on your lips. Lips that got his attention all night. He shook his head, muttered things you couldn't understand but still amused. 

"Come on, leave all of this. I'll take care of that tomorrow." Taking his head in yours, you dragged him along your bedroom and kindly pushed him on the bed. "You weren't that concerned about the dishes earlier," you whisper in his ear, slowly taking a seat in his laps.

Cuddling up against him, you played with his hair while debriefing the night with him. Your arms lay around his neck and, despite his red cheeks, his hands finally hold you closer, rubbing your back in a needy way. His eyes on your lips once again, you're sure it's already messed up so you don't mind making it worse. 

When Raichi finally cuts your chat by kissing you like he wanted all night, the shadow of a satisfied grin on your lips. You broke the kiss and chuckled. 

"What's so funny ?" He barked like he always does, making you laugh even more. 

"Nothing, you're just cute." You answered, shutting him up with a kiss before he can argue. Pecking his face over and over again, all over his face not without leaving a red tint at the same time. His poor soul can't even speak a full sentence without stutter before grabbing your face and kissing you again. 

You deepen the kiss instantly, done joking around and finally into it. You put his hands back on your back and thigh, feeling his short nails digging into your skin and you're here for it. It's intoxicating, you're lost in the way his tongue licks your lips, making you smile. You didn't realize how both of you wanted it too until now. 

Your hand slowly drawing circles on his shoulders, you were thinking when you could finally take his shirt off when you felt his hands coming closer to the zip of your dress. He started pulling it down, exposing your bare back for him and only him. You glared at him in an amused way. 

“I'm helping you.” He defended, putting his hands away from you to try to annoy you in some way. You shook your head with a loud chuckle. 

“Go ahead.” you said before pushing him down on the bed, kissing him again. 

Isagi is too cute for his own good, you’re sure of it. He can’t be rude to save his life. Well, besides football. With you he’s a sweetheart, always saying yes to anything you ask, even the weirdest things. So you like to mess with him a little. A sly smile forms on your lips before you hand your phone away.

“Yoichi I wanna try something !” you cheered, leaning on his shoulder, taking a look at his phone. He wasn’t really doing anything, only scrolling through his social media.

“What is it ?” he’s used to that, you wanted to try silly thing you saw on internet. You’re always after him to try tiktok trend, he’s sure it’s that once again. You grinned, taking his phone from his hands and tossing it nearly yours before sitting in his laps. You already got him gulped hard. Not that he’s not used to it, it’s even a position you like to cuddle but something in his mind tells him that’s not related to cuddle.

His hands find your waist, laying there comfortably, waiting for your next move. You get closer, your chest flat against his and you take his warm cheeks between your hands. He blinks a few times, already anticipating but flustered at the same time - not trusting that smile of yours. You cradle his face a little, pitching his cheeks and leaving small pecks here and there, on his cheeks, his nose and finally his lips.

“What do you wanna tryyy ?” he whined trying to escape the kisses attack but you shush him quickly, kissing him seriously this time. He takes some time to melt into the kiss, pulling you closer. You shiver at the coldness of his cold hands crawling under your shirt, meeting your warm skin and you smile in the process. His hands go up and down, smoothing your skin, grabbing it a little too hard from time to time, making you moan but mostly chuckle.

“You’re so cute Yoichi.” you purred in the middle of the kiss, leaving small pecks on the corner of his lips.

“Am I ?” he grinned, happy to realize one more time the effect he has on you. It’s easier for you to know how he feels so he appreciates it when you vocalize it. You can already feel him hard under your weight and decided it wasn’t too early to grind on him, wanting him so bad already. Just so he knew, you know.

Taking this as a green light, his lips started going down your neck to your shoulders, kissing it all the way, biting from time to time just to feel your hand pulling his hair at the tingling sensation. He loves that a lot, sometimes he’s a little brutal just for you to pull his hair or scratch his skin at the pleasure. He likes to mess around too, not that he’ll tell you. He likes the way your gaze darkens when he acts innocent. He has his way.

Coming back to kiss you after almost eating your shoulder, one of his hands stays on your hip, encouraging you to move in a back and forth motion ; hoping he will not be the first one to ask for more. But deep down, he knows he won’t or else you wouldn’t almost be riding him already. You were the desperate one this time, but it’s ok. He likes to take care of you.  

I hope you liked it ! ♡

[pinkthrone445]

Hi this is my first request ever, I’m not sure if you were planning on doing a part two on ‘we need each other in all our lives’. But if you are, I would love to see the reader say something like “I don’t think I wanna be friends anymore” and then before Melissa can react the reader says “I wanna be yours” and then Melissa’s wheels are turning in her head and then Melissa kisses her.

Anyways love your work, you never miss a beat!

-We need each other in all lives- Part 2

Part 1

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender:Fluff, love, friends to lovers

Warnings:none

Summary:Mel decides to give you the happiest night of your life by fulfilling something you loved so much.

Hi hon, thank you for your request and your kind words, thanks for giving me the honor of being your first request, I hope you like it!

Btw, I love how when Mel smiles like in the gift, her eyes shine.

-"So... How is it going?" - Barbara asked a very distracted Melissa, who looked at her confused

-"What?..."-The redhead took off her glasses, rubbing her eyes in confusion

-"How is it going with (Y/N)?" - Her friend asked again now that she had her attention again

-"Just like always, we're still just friends" - The Italian replied, unconsciously putting a hand to her chest at the thought of you as she remembered the heat your body produced when you fell asleep on her, you looked so happy and calm

-"I meant how was going her job and classes, if you helped or not... But now that you opened that path... Tell me, when are you going to stop being just friends?" -Barbara asked interestedly, and Mel feigned insanity

-"I don't know what you are talking about, we're just friends and that's it, just friends" - She whispered, avoiding her friend's gaze so she wouldn't see the truth in her eyes

-"Yeah... Friends that sleep in each other chest and go to prom together, vacations together and cook for each other and have movie night together... Come on Mel, I know you, when are you going to be brave and tell her about your big crush on her? Maybe she likes you back..." - Barbara whispered, preventing anyone else from mistakenly hearing her

-"We have a big age gap, I don't think I'm the right person for her or someone she wants to spend her future with..."-muttered the redhead, a little embarrassed to admit that

-"If you don't try, you'll never know how she truly feels about you"- The voice of reason, Barbara, answered

-"I don't want to mess things up, if I talk and she doesn't feel the same, it will be awkward and we won't go back to the way we were before, and I can't lose her...The only way I'm going to try anything else with her is if she gives me a signal or something that she likes me back"-Melissa commented a little sadly and her friend rolled her eyes

-"She practically looks at you like you're one of the 7 wonders of the world... Don't tell me that's not a sign!"-Her friend commented, raising her voice and the redhead slapped her arm to calm her down

-"Good morning to the most gorgeous women in my life!" - You commented very happily entering the teacher's room, causing the two women to stop their talk about you. The two greeted you kindly and had breakfast together with you.

The weeks started to go by, Ava went back to her old self and you started to be a little calmer, too, graduation started to get closer. Since you had never been to a graduation either as a student or as a chaperone, Mel gave you some tips on how to dress and what to do. The redhead explained to you that you had to be well dressed, the more delicate and fancy, the better, accompanied by a good hairstyle and confortable shoes. She promised to pick you up and bring you home when you're done.

When the day came, you looked in the mirror at the dress you had bought, you didn't have many opportunities to dress up, so you had decided to take advantage of it. Your hair was pulled up in an elegant ponytail and you had matching shoes and jewelry.

When it was about time and you felt a knock on your door, you opened the door excited to see your friend, but when you saw how she was dressed, your brain emptied and your heart began to jump trying to get out of your chest and run to her. She looked like a princess straight out of some fairy tale, her hair pulled up in a beautiful hairstyle that you were pretty sure she paid someone to do it, her dress looked ready for a red carpet, her shoes and bag matching, and the smile she had was the final and perfect touch to complete her look. She was a woman out of a perfect dream, your dreams. You were afraid you had stared at her for a long time, but you laughed when you realized that she had also stared at the way you were dressed

-"Hi Mel-Mel... You're gorgeous, you look like a princess..."-You commented a little nervously as you were under her intense gaze

-"Hi hon, this look will fade after 10... But you, you're breathtaking..." She whispered and pulled something out of her bag, smiling-"This is for you" - She carefully grabbed your wrist and delicately placed a corsage that matched the dress she was wearing-"Since you're my graduation date and you've never been to one before, I figured it would be nice for you to have the whole experience" - she commented, taking your hand and pointing to a large limo outside your house

-"Melissa! Are you crazy?!" -You screamed with excitement and she laughed dumbfounded, seeing your happy face-"How did you do this?! How much did you spend?" - You frowned at her and she couldn't stop laughing, gently kissing your hand as you were still intertwined. She carefully helped you walk to the car and opened the door for you

-"Don't worry, I know a guy who owed me a favor... The only thing you have to worry about tonight is enjoying yourself" - she said in a kind voice as she sat by your side on the limo-"We have juice, because we can't drink if we're going to chaperone, and I bought your favorite pizza, be careful with your dress..."-She muttered pointing to the pizza boxes and you laughed looking at her in disbelief

-"I can't believe you did all this for me... I can't believe the amazing woman you are Mel-Mel, I'm so lucky to have you in my life and I don't just mean this, I mean everything... I'm thankful for everything, for you,for this, for helping even when I'm being hard-headed, for letting me invade the personal space that you protect so much, for cooking for me, for helping me relax, for letting me pic the movie even knowing I'll pick something that probably you would not understand, like when I show you Marvel for the first time. Thank you for taking care of me, for doing things like this, for celebrating my accomplishments as if they were your own, thank you for coming into my life and staying..."-You talked until she raised a hand to stop you

-"You'll make me cry and ruin my makeup"-she muttered and you laughed, the truth was that if she kept listening to what you were saying, she couldn't take it anymore and would kiss you ruining the friendship she was trying so hard to protect

-"I'm sorry Mel-Mel, I just wanted to say thank you and let you know that I love you so much" - You muttered blushing and she kissed your hand again

-"I love you too kiddo... Now eat before it gets cold" - she whispered, trying to take the weight off the situation.

After eating and joking, the driver stopped at the school and the two of you came down smiling holding hands.

The gym was nicely decorated with the fairytale theme, delicate lights, soft music and a table with food and drinks, plus a DJ and a photo booth.

As the night began to move on and the children began to arrive, you and the other teachers began to do the work of looking after the students' behavior as you had been told, but you couldn't help but look for your friend in the crowd.

After a little bit, you and Mel exchanged glances across the room smiling, you pointed to the photo booth and she nodded walking over. The two went inside and took several pictures of yourselves making funny faces and hugging each other, after that you save each one half of the photo strip and return to work.

When the kids and the situation calmed down a bit, you decided to go to one edge of the gym watching everything.

The music sounded soft and the lights were dim, on the floor you could feel the distant vibration of the rhythm coming from the speakers. A few glasses glittered under the reflection of the soft sequence of lights hanging from the ceiling. Your body swayed gently to the rhythm of the music as you watched the children dance, your hands unconsciously caressing the flower on your wrist making you smile

-"Do you want to dance?" - Mel whispered getting close to your ear, brushing her pinky finger delicately against the back of your hand

-"I would love to"-You whispered and took her hand gently as you walked to the center of the floor, with her gaze she asked for permission to place her hands on your waist while you intertwined yours behind her neck making her shudder a little. Very close together, you both began to move to the rhythm of the soft music, her hands gently caressing your waist in circular motions while you played with the baby hairs on the back of her neck. Her eyes were on yours and you couldn't take your eyes off hers, the normal green of her eyes had transformed into a brilliant emerald, an emerald as hypnotic as the flow of a powerful river. They seemed like the door to another world, to a paradise that hid wonders. It felt like you were under a spell, like a scene form a romantic movie. Not a word was spoken, but at the same time you were having a deep conversation with each other's eyes. Your head was blank and your heart was beating harder than ever, your breathing ragged even though you tried to control it, you got teary eyes trying to contain the emotion you were feeling. What had you done well in this life to have ended up in this perfect situation? With the perfect person... How you wish you could stop time and be able to admire forever how the lights decorated the redhead's hair, how her hands generated heat in your body, how her feet moved perfectly with yours, how her eyes looked at you as if you were the most perfect thing in this world. How you wanted to hold her in your arms until the two of you were old and had shared a lifetime together. How you wish you could kiss her and be hers all night every night. Hold her in your arms until the moon says goodbye to the sky and the sun welcomes a new day. You were so close to each other and at the same time it wasn't enough. You wanted to be with her in the most intimate way possible, hearts bare, bodies intertwined and souls united, desiring the deepest of connections, those where you don't know where one ends and the other begins, moments when time has mercy and stops so that the glimmer of perfection lasts a little longer. You wanted Melissa to look at you like she was doing at that moment, but forever.

At what point did she go from being your friend to being the love of your life? At what point did your feelings for her change?

The moment was so perfect that you wanted to keep it forever like in a crystal ball so you could relive it whenever you wanted. Was fragile like the crystal goblet that your mother kept on a shelf to use on a special occasion so that it would not break, so fragile that anything could break it, that a breeze could throw it over and shatter it. You didn't want anything to break that fragile and perfect moment, but you also realized something, it was fragile and it could break at any moment, but that made it even more perfect. It was going to break at some point, what better way to take advantage of it than until the last second? You decided to act even if the moment could break, you decided to finally kiss Melissa, but before you could do that, her lips were already on yours. She only connected her lips at first without moving them, just pressed against yours, but it was enough to take your breath away. When she felt you smile softly, she began to delicately move her lips over yours, muddying her lipstick on your lips, her hands clenching hard grabbing your dress and pressing your body against her, while your hands squeezed the back of her neck to keep her close.

How had you lived so long without her kisses? You had no idea, but now that you'd tried them, you didn't want to part away anymore.

The redhead bit your lip gently causing a sigh to escape your lips, but before the kiss could escalate any further, a voice called you to reality

-"Daam, Schemmenti, (Y/N), you are the chaperones, you are here to control the children, not to teach them how to kiss" - One of the teachers commented, making you blush and quickly separate from Mel, a little bit scared. On the other hand, the redhead was a little disappointed to see the embarrassment on your face. Didn't you like it? Were you regretting it?

-"I'll go to see the children, sorry" - You commented before quickly disappearing.

For the rest of the night, Melissa didn't see you again, it wasn't until the party was over and she went to the limo that she saw you waiting for her there

-"Hey..."-You whispered, barely smiling, and she sighed, leaning on the car next to you, but turning her attention to the visible stars of the night

-"Hey hon..."-she answered, not knowing what else to say, what made you sigh and play with your hands nervously

-"What a night...right?" - You whispered and she nodded

-"Yeah... Crazy" - The redhead looked at you out of the corner of her eye and saw how your body shivered a little, you looked so fragile-"Where's the driver?" - she asked

-"He went to the bathroom..."-You responded by looking at her sideways as well-"You know? It's past twelve o'clock and you still look like a beautiful princess" - You joked and she smiled blushing-"Thank you for all this Mel, it was a magical night, and I really mean all of it... There's not a moment tonight that I wish I could have done differently..."-You barely smiled and she looked at you

-"That's why friends are for..."-she whispered and you sighed at the word friends

-"Mel-Mel... Can I ask you something?" - You inquired and she nodded-"What are we? Are we really just friends?..." - You asked avoiding her gaze with a bit of sadness, the whole situation had become so awkward when usually everything was perfect and easy with her

-"Look kid, I think it was just the magic of the moment, I really don't know what happened inside... Maybe too many teenagers hormones" - The redhead tried to joke but only an awkward laugh came out of you-"What I do know, it's that not matter what happened, we're still friends, okay?" - she murmured, rubbing her pinky with your hand. Melissa wanted to keep you from drifting away and making things awkward, she would rather pretend she just wanted to have you as a friend than lose you completely

-"I don't think I wanna be friends with you anymore..."-You muttered, moving your hand away from hers-"I can't believe you're blaming that to teen hormones... I felt something, that spark, and I don't know if you felt it too, but I can't believe you're blaming other people for your actions... I can't keep being eternal friends with you Mel-Mel, maybe in another life we're eternal friends, but I can't do it anymore in this life. I'm sorry" - You murmured and hugged yourself, you didn't know if the shivering was cold or nervous, but you wanted it to stop-"I think I'll walk home, thanks for a magical night" - You muttered starting to walk away from her

-"I love you" - Those three words escaped from the redhead's mouth faster than she could have thought, hearing them paralyzed you on the spot. There was no point in denying it anymore , the cat was out of the bag-"I love being with you... I remember that summer we spent together and the kisses we never gave each other even though all I wanted was to have my mouth on you, I remember your favorite movie, your favorite snack, what you like and what you don't, what you fear and what makes you happy, I remember how you love to sleep, I remember your favorite color, your favorite weather, I remember the funny dances you do when you eat or are happy, I remember everything you love, I remember it because I love you... Please don't go, I was afraid to admit my feelings because I was afraid to lose you, but I don't want to be eternal friends either, I want to be with you, kiss you every morning and wake up next to you. I want to see your dances every day every time I cook for you... I thought love only existed in movies until I met you, I want to be with you for the rest of my days... You know? It's funny how love finds you when you least expect it, it doesn't care if you're coming out of a breakup or don't feel ready to love, when it's coming nothing can stop it... And the love of my life came the moment I saw you... You know I'm telling the truth because such cheesy words wouldn't come out of my mouth even if I wanted to fake it..."-She murmured and you turned ln your place looking at her with teary eyes-" Are you really staying there after all I said?"-She asked with a raised eyebrow and you laughed making a little run to her

-"This are the hormones talking?"-You asked standing in front of her and she shook her head

-"No, it's my love for you..." - She murmured, hugging you carefully around your waist and you ran your hands down her neck looking into her eyes

-"Good, because I love you too and I want to kiss you again"-You murmured before kissing her again.

[butwhatifidothis]

I LOVED To Be a Creature, and it genuinely creeped me out to see the things Edelgard and Hubert said to Byleth (though it's the same as the game, stripped out of its voice acting and background music, the dialogue is so much more horrifying). Really makes me wonder if Edelgard's love for Byleth is genuine in any way. Do you think there's any real love there or is it just obsession?

Thank you!!! I had a feeling that placing Edelgard and Hubert's words in a context that isn't meant to make them look flattering would really let their casual racism shine, and I'm glad it's seeming like that is in fact the impression people are getting lol. SO sorry for the late answer btw 😭😭😭

As for whether Edelgard's love is genuine... I got opinions lmao.

got a bit long lmao under the cut it goes

If Edelgard felt the way she does for Byleth on exclusively SS and CF, I could maybe see how this is a "genuine" love (insofar as a love steeped in "I may hate your race but you're special and Not Like The Other Ones because I think you're special to me" can, uh, ever be genuine, in any case). But because Edelgard still feels as strongly towards Byleth on AM and VW where she quite literally never talks to them directly in any meaningful way, it becomes waaaaay more like she's just weirdly obsessed with this person who saved her one singular time ever five years ago from an attack Edelgard set up. It makes the "love" way more forced and contrived and obviously trying to squeeze tears out of the player for standing up against the cute girly trying to murder them. Or, alternatively, it makes Edelgard come off as manipulative, saying that she just wanted to walk with Byleth and it makes her so sad to HAVE to fight Byleth because BYLETH wouldn't stand by HER - and she's saying this on AM/VW to a person she's talked to in conversation a cumulative, what? Hour? Two? Maybe a few days, being nice? Over the course of, being as absolutely generous as physically possible and not counting the five years Byleth was missing... two fucking years? She's shitting herself over fighting this stranger she doesn't fucking know? Yeah, sure buddy, whatever you say - you see what I mean?

And honestly even outside of those two routes, I think it's more that she sees Byleth as being hers rather than actually liking them for who they are. A body to stand next to her and tell her how right she is and comfort her - who doesn't have the background of "I was literally raised to think this is my only purpose in life" muddying the sincerity of the brown-nosing - who also happens to also act as The Perfect Fighter and The Perfect Strategist to actively help her get what she wants. That view of Byleth being a tool doesn't really go away unless they marry her, seen by how they quite literally get nothing for all they've done for Edelgard should they go unmarried to a noble (guess they just weren't meritable enough once their use to her was done).

As well as how much more Edelgard doesn't like Byleth disagreeing with her or otherwise going against her flow than pretty much anyone else in the game - you lose supports points if you don't think the Black Eagle Strike Force name she made is good, she quickly denies the notion that Byleth isn't detached from others/emotions and insists they are just like she is, she gives them the same callous and thoughtless words she was apparently given once in her life while they are in the midst of mourning their recently murdered father so that they get over it already and get back to being useful to her (directly saying she will only reach out her hand when it's time for HER to move forward, not when BYLETH heals from WATCHING THEIR DAD DIE IN THEIR FUCKING ARMS MAYBE A WEEK AGO). She never treats Byleth kindly unless they do everything she wants, which like. Isn't love???? At all????

There's just this... weirdly possessive air Edelgard has around Byleth that always threw me off, especially with how easily she admits to have been willing to kill them so far into CF and how readily she cuts ties with them the second the fighting's done (which is particular because how just how clingy she was to Byleth everywhere else - you know during all that time Byleth had a use to her). Incorporating that into being an intentional part of her character is certainly interesting, but not in a way that's flattering to the idea of Edelgard genuinely being in love with Byleth lmao.

Personally tho, even disregarding almost everything else, the simple explanation is that I don't think you can really sit there and say you love someone while openly hating part of their racial heritage. Wild thought, I know lmao

[stormyoceans]

random thoughts and recollections about the jimmysea and pondphuwin fanmeet in rome!!!!!!!!

WARNING. this is just a ridiculous amount of obnoxious ramblings by yours truly with basically no pictures whatsoever because 1) im terrible at taking them, 2) my phone is old and has terrible quality, 3) even when @petrichoraline so kindly offered me her spare phone to take some decent photos and videos i almost yeeted it across the room in the midst of things, so. yeah, just be aware these are a lot of boring words ;;;;;;;;

ANYWAY. let's get into it!!!!!!!

JIMMYSEA PHOTO SESSION

putting the jimmysea photo session LITERALLY FIRST THING FIRST sure was a choice and not a good one for my heart which clearly shows in my picture with them because i look like a deer caught in headlights (im not subjecting y'all to my face but trust me on this i was SHAKING)

with the way the queue and the room were set up i feel like it was so much easier to look at and make eye contact with sea rather than jimmy, so at the end i whipped around to thank jimmy too and i think i automatically tried to wai to both of them, which i hope wasn't inappropriate ;;;;;;;;;; in my defense everything that was going on in my head in that moment was FUCK FUCK FUCK THEY'RE ACTUALLY REAL AND SO HANDSOME FUCK

also i had no pose in mind and i ended up panicking ;;;;;;;;

(more ramblings under the cut)

PONDPHUWIN Q&A PANEL

i bought the cheapest pass for them at the last second so i was sitting very far in the back during their panel and yet i could still see pond's jawline from all the way over there like i swear that shit is so sharp it could cut glass

i keep forgetting just how young phuwin actually is because he both looks and sounds so mature and confident and suave it's honestly insane

although one of the games was like. one of them had to be blindfolded and try to guess which pose the other was making just by touching them, and at the very beginning when pond put the blindfold on phuwin kept running away from him which was both so funny and cute

also the host kept putting up numbers with his hand and asking 'how many are these' to a blindfolded pond and one of those times pond answered by going 🤟 and i was like POND GOD DAMMIT

btw phuwin invited everyone to the GMM building so jot that down. if anyone gets there and securities asks you something y'all can blame him now (jk)

phuwin's favorite scene in we are is the art room scene with a sleeping phum in episode 11, while pond's is the pool scene always in episode 11. THE TASTE THE VISION THE FLAVOR TRULY MEN AFTER MY OWN HEART

JIMMYSEA Q&A PANEL

i was sitting in the second row for the jimmysea panel so i could catch so many small moments i absolutely loved such as:

they had to press a buzzer for questions and they always did that together, with jimmy's hand being on top of sea's like 5 times out of 6

jimmy poured some water for both himself and sea and he made sure that sea drank some

there was a game with balloons where the two sides of the audience were supposed to get the balloons to the back and then bring them back to the boys, and we failed spectacularly on jimmy's side (HE FELT SO BETRAYED IM SO SORRY BBY), so when the balloon got to sea very quickly he pushed it back towards the audience to buy jimmy's some time

both p'tha and p'aof were actually sitting next to the audience on my side of the room watching jimmysea panel and in my head i was like EXCUSE ME SIRS CAN WE TALK [slides monopoly money towards p'tha for a new jimmysea series] [has WORDS with p'aof]

so the way questions worked was like. they had to press a buzzer and after that a spinning wheel with different colors would come up on screen and on whichever color it stopped on they had to pick a piece of paper of that same color with a random question written on it. during one of the spins, the wheel landed on yellow and jimmy picked one of the papers, but i think because of the lighting it actually looked green from the audience's pov, so everyone was screaming 'that's green'. however jimmy insisted that it was yellow, and that what we were saying was yellow was actually orange (the host was agreeing with jimmy but sea was agreeing with us so im still a bit confused on the matter sfjksgfj). then the host said 'we're still gonna do this one' (as in the yellow/green one that jimmy had already picked) but jimmy went 'two questions' and picked one of the yellow/orange ones too, so the host just turned towards the organizers like well since he's the one who said so. JIMMY JITARAPHOL TRULY A MAN OF THE PEOPLE (but also please stop giving nomnoms reasons to have beef with the color orange sfjkshfksg)

actual thing that happened:

host: describe each other in 3 words

jimmy: very cute creature. he's my cat

sea: my good boy

me: WHAT THE FUCK AM I EVEN WITNESSING RN

jimmy said he would like to play a detective in a future series and i almost vibrated out of my seat like YES PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD YES THAT'S A MAN AFTER MY OWN HEART HE KNOWS WHAT'S UP P'THA ARE YOU HEARING THAT PLEASE MAKE IT HAPPEN I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS I COULD GIVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sea said he wants to play a dentist but he actually meant dermatologist, he just messed up the word, and jimmy said that if we want him to be a dentist as well we should give him six more years sfjksjksf

at one point sea said 'mamma mia' and i burst out laughing so hard that's when i almost flung @petrichoraline's phone across the room (and that's when i also decided it was just better for everyone involved if i didn't try to take pictures or record stuff ;;;;;;;;;)

they also had to act out some words and when the host said 'sleep' sea was like 'i thought he (jimmy) would point at me' SON WHY ARE YOU CALLING YOUR OWN ASS OUT ✋😭 (and of course jimmy took the chance to point out that sea did in fact sleep right before the panel)

when the host said the word 'love' sea pointed at jimmy and jimmy pointed at the audience and then they were both quick at mimicking each other (so jimmy also pointed at sea, and sea also pointed at the audience)

SEA IS SUCH A GOOD SINGER AND JIMMY GOT SO MUCH BETTER TOO I WILL GENUINELY ACCEPT NO SLANDER TOWARDS THEM WHEN IT COMES TO SINGING AFTER THIS FANMEET

it was established that the most important words in italian are 1) mamma (mom), 2) pasta, 3) pizza, 4) ti amo (i love you). hard to disagree with that tbh

i think after this fanmeet i've really got to give it to jimmy and admit he actually might be an extrovert because he was just soooooooo ridiculously charming and witty and quick on his feet when it came to find funny answers and deal with some sound issue during his song like i really do think he shines when he's around people

i think you can tell sea is definitely more reserved compared to jimmy but what he doesn't have in expansiveness he makes it up with being so incredibly endearing like he really is just SO. DAMN. CUTE. (even if he tried to give me a heart attack by having his arms out for the fanmeet PUT THOSE GUNS AWAY SIR)

AUTOGRAPH SESSION

had a chance to get a closer look to pond and phuwin when they all walked inside the room and im trying to say this in a way that doesn't make me sound like an insane creep but like. the sheer amount of FACE pond has. i've seen him with my own two eyes and i still can't believe that's a real human being just going around his life. WITH THAT FACE. kinda understand now why greeks decided that the human form was the most important subject for artistic endeavour because jesus. that man really is sculpted by the gods

all that being said, i think the one whose pictures don't give him justice is sea. he is just so ridiculously handsome in real life and has the most beautiful smile i've ever seen i kinda. lost it a little about it ;;;;;;;

i think it's one of the reasons i suddenly got even more nervous and ended up messing up so badly ;;;;; i had this entire speech in my head about vice versa but i was so worried about holding up the line and the fact that everyone had even small gifts for them while i was empty handed and they were just. SO MUCH. so i just said 'hiiloveyouthankyou' to both of them and rushed away ;;;;;;;;; and i regret it so much because i think sea was trying to say something but after that he just went 'oh. love you too. bye' IM SO SFJKSHFKSGFJGSJDFJDK STUPID

FINAL CONSIDERATIONS

pondphuwin and jimmysea give off such different vibes and energies imho, at least during panels, like idk how to explain it but they truly feel like the cool kids and their silly goose uncles (and im saying this in the most loving way)

so. i guess this is the moment where i get a bit emotional about jimmysea. like i know im very biased but at the same time im also very aware that what we get to see of them is always somewhat performative, and yet. if before there was a part of me that was like 'this is gonna be a reality check and a reminder that i don't do parasocial relationships', that got pretty much crushed after this fanmeet. jimmysea genuinely look like the loveliest darlingest sweetest softest most precious boys who always make sure to thank everyone for getting where they are now. like my heart is so full of love for them i honestly don't know what else to say rn

if i have to find one negative thing (aside my blundering of the autograph session so badly) is the vice versa erasure. like both jimmy and sea had a solo song and that would have been the perfect opportunity for 'have i found' or 'by my side' but of course that didn't happen. one of the questions was 'what was your favorite scene to film' and they just assumed it was about last twilight. this is not me blaming them btw, because even when the fanmade video for them was played it only had last twilight scenes and moments so like. it's obvious they would think everyone just cares about last twilight. which is why i regret the autograph session so much and im sad im not the type of person who can just shout 'what about a vice versa scene!!!!!!' from the audience 🥲

this is also why i ended up buying the italian version of the vice versa novel btw BECAUSE IM NOTHING IF NOT A WEAK ASS PETTY HOE

my biggest warmest thank you goes to @petrichoraline who was just so endlessly patient and supportive and sweet and nice through it all, idk what would i have done without her. i also don't really have the words to properly express myself but like. I LOVE HER SOSOSOSOOSOSOOOOO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!

a big thank you and sorry also goes to @puppy-phum who is just sooooo lovely. i feel bad because i wasn't there for her as much as i wished to but im grateful we went through the photo and autograph sessions together. I LOVE HER SOOOOOOOOO MUCH TOO!!!!!!!!!!!

[wonwoosthetic]

hey could you maybe do a minnie imagine where she gets in a minor car accident (only if you want to) and how the members would react? btw i love your minnie series sm 😭

Hii, thank you for requesting this and thanks a lot for enjyoing this series ˙ᵕ˙ I hope this was somewhat of what you imagined! <3 I hope you and everyone else enjoys it 🤗

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warnings – car accident, mentions of slight injuries, mentions of blood, stitches, bruises, broken bones (no major mention), cursing, mad s.coups (bc that deserves its own warning)

Hello Kitty Band-Aids 🌷 Minnie

Minnie had her eyes closed while she was still resting on the hospital bed, waiting for someone to tell her what was next to come. She almost wanted to groan at the flashes of memory that sped through her head. Never had she ever been in a car accident before - for 25 years of her life, the girl had always been safe on the street, she could've gone for another 25, she quietly said to herself in her head.

The accident happened too quickly for her to remember every detail, so she told the police. The only thing she could recall was the impact from the left side that had thrown her against the door to her right and the rush of fear and adrenaline rushing through her body. Everything after that felt more like a dream than reality. Minnie remembered hearing her manager's voice immediately asking if she was okay and to not move. Not long after that, an ambulance arrived and brought her to where she now was. Doctors quickly attached her to an IV after noticing the moans of pain coming from her and brought the dancer to a private room, separating her from the only other person that had been in the car with her, one of Seventeen's managers. After getting a few stitches under her eye, they left her to rest for a bit, notifying her that another doctor will be back soon. Too bad she couldn't recall any of this happening.

A knock echoing through the room brought her back to the present as she jolted slightly, her head immediately turning towards the door that was opening, revealing a female doctor.

"Hello Miss Kim, I'm Doctor Kang," she greeted the younger woman kindly, who did the same, a kind smile decorating her face. "How are you feeling?" She put the clipboard she brought with her down on one of the side tables next to the bed Minnie was resting in.

"Okay," the idol nodded, "My head feels like it's gonna explode, but that's it."

Oh yes, that could be the cold light," the doctor rushed back over to the door, "let me switch it to a warmer tone."

Immediately, Minnie could feel her eyes adjusting better to the room and the full feeling leaving her head slightly.

"Thank you," the told the woman, who sent her a kind smile in return.

"Can you sit up for me for a second?" She reached a hand out for the girl to take, helping her to come up and straighten her back, careful to let the IV cord not get caught up under her arm, making the dancer look down. "You're on some mild pain medication," the doctor explained, "You have a bruise on your right rib that's only going to get bigger and most definitely is going to hurt more, but it's not broken, so that's good. You also hit your head pretty badly against the window." She took out a small lamp from her lab coat, making the girl open her eyes wide. "And you have a small cut under your eyes that we had to stitch up, as you know."

Minnie nodded along slowly, the fluid from the IV making her obviously slightly drowsier than she would normally be. The older woman noticed the furrowed eyebrows on the idol in front of her.

"Can you tell me your full name?" Her hands pushed Minnie's head to look down, checking for other injuries she might have gotten on her head.

The dancer swallowed harshly before answering with a sigh, "Kim Minnie."

"Mh," the woman straightened her hair again and started massaging the thin arms of the girl. "And your birthday is when?"

"December 22nd... 1997?" Suddenly, the female member seemed more hesitant than before, her eyes analysing the doctor when she looked the idol in the eyes.

"Why so unsure?"

Minnie shook her head, quickly noticing that makes her dizzier than she already was. "No," she cleared her throat, "I just don't know why you're asking me this..."

The woman brought a chair closer to the bed before sitting down, her hands in her lap as she smiled at the younger one. "Just checking that your memory is still intact." She reached over to get the clipboard back in her grasp, along with a pen. "Do you remember what the paramedics in the ambulance told you?"

The paramedics... in the ambulance... what-... as much as Minnie tried to remember, there was nothing. Just... nothing. She shook her head.

"Or the doctors that brought you in here?"

Another shake of her head.

Doctor Kang nodded, scribbling notes on the pieces of paper on the clipboard.

"What's the last thing you remember?"

The idol closed her eyes for a second, gathering her thoughts and memories before taking a deep breath, "... I think... right after... just... my manager asking me if I was okay. Everything after that is... I don't remember."

"Okay," the woman grasped the clipboard tightly against her chest as she stood back up again. "The last thirty minutes have been really stressful and shocking to your body, so it's normal for your brain to push those memories to the side thanks to the adrenaline. It doesn't sound alarming to me, but I checked earlier, and we could get you an MRT scan in a bit if you're okay with that?" She explained, before adding, "Again, nothing sounds abnormal, and the other doctors didn't sign you up for a scan, but I still think it would be a good idea."

Minnie nodded along, "Yeah... yeah sure."

"Good," she smiled at the younger girl.

"H-How's my manager?" The performer wondered catching the doctor off-guard.

"He's doing fine. A broken arm, but nothing too severe. He's talking to the police right now."

"Okay, good. Thanks." Minnie smiled.

Doctor Kang unhooked her from the IV before escorting her out of the room, bringing her towards the MRT scan, where the girl was ushered into a changing room, along with a gown to put on and a bag for her clothes. Right as she exited again, she was met with the woman who brought her closer to the appliance, explaining everything that was going to happen and asking her a few last-minute questions.

After laying down and making sure Minnie was as comfortable as she could be, laying on a hospital machine, the doctor gave her one last notice, "Oh, and I was just informed that your emergency contact has been called. They're on their way." Before leaving the room to stand behind the glass and starting the scan.

Emergency contact... Minnie put that into her phone so long ago, she almost forgot she even had an emergency contact. But she definitely remembered who it was since it was the same person that had pushed her to even create one.

-

The girl was asked to wait outside in the hall while the doctors analysed the pictures of the scan they had gotten, promising her it wouldn't take much longer.

Minnie got changed in the small room again, put on her clothes from before and left the hospital gown on one of the stools, just like Doctor Kang had told her. She left, ready to sit down on one of the chairs in the hall, not expecting the person that was called through her emergency contact to already be sitting there. His perfume reached her before her eyes found him.

Seungcheol's head shot up at the sound of the door opening, his glare immediately softening as soon as they found the female member, who gazed at him in surprise. He jumped up from his seat and rushed over to her, not wasting another second before engulfing her in a tight hug.

"What are you doing here already?" The girl wondered, her arms wrapping around the torso of the leader, her cheek squished up against his shoulder. A slight hiss left her lips as he hugged her just a bit too tightly and her pain medicine had already started to wear off, only the band-aid on her arm was left of the IV she was attached to before.

Coups released her at the sound of pain coming from her. "What, you thought that I'd stop for a coffee after getting a call from the hospital?!"

"No, that-"

"Are you okay? Are you hurt? What did the doctors say?" With his hands on her shoulders as he raked his eyes up and down her body, looking for any signs of injuries.

Minnie nodded with a tight smile, her hands finding him, giving them two comforting pats. "I'm okay. Not hurt badly."

"What does 'not hurt badly' mean?" His thumb came up to her cheek, close to the band-aid right under her eye, but not close enough to touch it. "What's that?"

The female member grabbed his hand and pushed it down. "I had to get stitches.-"

"Stitches?!"

She sighed, "But only there! Everything else is fine." He gave her a knowing look that made her gaze to the side. "And a bruise on my rib, but other than that, I'm fine." 

After another hesitant glare, Cheol took a step back, his hands brushing over his face as he took a few deep breaths in and out. "Jesus..." he muttered under his breath, shaking his head and keeping it down to look at the floor. Minnie's eyes never left his form while she stood still, nervously playing with her fingers. The words that kept on tumbling from his lips were almost impossible for her to understand, but she could make out a few of them, and all of them confirmed what she was thinking. Seungcheol had gotten the shock of a lifetime when his phone rang. Understandably so.

Even though her injuries weren't major, the shock of what had happened, or more so, what could've happened was still haunting. She started to fully grasp the other possible outcomes of the accident while she was laying in the MRT machine. What if she had been in a different car? What if the other car had hit them at a different angle? Or harder? Would she still be able to just walk it off and pretend nothing had happened, aside from a small cut under her eye and a purple bruise on her right side?

Once S.Coups came to a stop from walking and cursing around, Minnie walked up to him, opening her arms and wrapping them around his body once again. The '95 Liner reacted right away, pulling her closer as his arms went around her shoulders. A few seconds of silence were shared as the two enjoyed each other's embrace, Minnie feeling an instant sense of comfort breathing in Cheol's perfume she had come to love.

"Thank you," she mumbled into his shoulder, hoping he had understood her.

His hand was brushing down her hair, making sure to keep her as close as possible while also taking note of not touching the bruise on her side. "For what?"

The girl shrugged. "Coming here. Worrying about me." An immediate smile struck her face when she felt a soft peck on the side of her head.

"Of course. You don't have to thank me for that." 

S.Coups guided them towards the seats lined up against the wall, where they sat down next to each other. He took her hand into the comfort of his.

"All the guys got really worried too," he started to tell her.

Her head shot up, "You told them?"

"W- Of course, I told them! On the phone, they didn't tell me how you are. They just said you're in the hospital and that they called me because I was your emergency contact. Which, we should also discuss, by the way."

Minnie scrunched her eyebrows, "What's there to discuss?"

"Why am I your emergency contact?" Seungcheol looked right into her eyes, letting her know this was about to be a serious conversation, and she was not in the mood for it.

"Why shouldn't you be?"

"No, I mean, why not Wonwoo or Mingyu," he explained, making her shrug.

"You made me create an emergency contact, and to be honest, I kinda forgot that I even had one-" she noticed his mouth opening, to which she quickly added, "Because I've never used it!"

"You forgot you have an emergency contact?!"

"Is this really the time to lecture me about that?"

He squinted his eyes at her, making her copy his facial expression in a teasing manner to which he shook his head with a sigh.

"You know, if you hadn't just been in a car crash, I would hit you on the head."

Minnie grinned, "I know." Having known the '95 Liner long enough to know about his little acts of showing his love and care for others. 

With a heavy breath, she let her head rest against his shoulder while keeping their interlocked hands in her lap that Coups kept on moving up and down out of boredom.

"The doctor said it won't take much longer to wait for the results of the scan."

Seungcheol nodded, "It's okay. I'll wait with you." Making her smile. "Plus, Mingyu and Wonwoo are already on their way here."

"Huh?" She sat back up straight, looking at the side profile of the leader as he glanced down at his phone, typing something, probably messaging the other members. He looked up at her.

"You didn't seriously think they'd just let you lie around in a hospital."

"No," she pouted, "But I would've hoped that I could talk to them at home. In peace. Without them making a scene in the middle of the hospital."

"Well," the leader grinned, "Get ready for a lecture from them about why they aren't your emergency contacts, but I am."

Minnie groaned, her head falling softly onto Coups' shoulder again. "This is just adding to my headache."

"You have a headache?" He immediately turned back into the concerned leader.

"A little bit," the female member nodded.

"Do you want me to find you some pain medicine?"

But she shook her head. "I'll just wait for what the doctor prescribes me. I hope it's something strong." 

"You sound like an addict," he commented, still typing away on his phone.

Minnie sheepishly smiled, "Maybe I'll become one."

Seungcheol looked down at her and let his stern voice take over. "Don't joke about that."

"Sorry," she pressed her lips together, wrapping her arms around his, cuddling into his side.

A few seconds went by in silence before he took the word again.

"Eomma, Appa, and Seungmin also wanted to come."

"Who didn't you tell about this? Like seriously..." She gazed up at him, meeting his eye.

"Oh, I'm sorry, you're right. Next time you're in the hospital all of a sudden, I'll just keep it a secret from everyone that cares about you."

Minnie let go of his arm and crossed hers in front of her chest, side-eyeing the leader. "You're annoying."

"Mh," he nodded. "But I told them you're okay. They're still probably gonna come over to check on you for themselves, just giving you a heads up."

"Thanks."

"And I tried to call your mum, but she didn't pick up."

"Yeah, she puts her phone on silent during the night," Minnie explained, to which Coups shook his head,

"That's not smart."

"I know."

"But you do the same thing."

"I know," she nodded along, looking down at her fingernails. "Can you just let her know that I'm fine?"

"Already did."

Looking to her right, where he was still glued to the screen of his phone, the girl came to a sudden realisation.

"Where's my stuff? Like my bad, and... all that."

Cheol looked up and nodded forward into the hallway in front of them, "At the information desk over there."

Suddenly, she was very up close to her favourite leader, batting her eyelashes right at him. "Could you go get them for me?"

He looked to his left, down at the girl with a raised eyebrow. "You said you were fine and you have two healthy legs. Go get your stuff yourself."

"But my side hurts. And my head hurts," she whined, exaggerating her current state as yes, they were starting to hurt again slightly, but she was definitely still capable of moving around.

"Well, but your legs don't hurt, so up up," he nudged his head forward, a teasing grin on his lips

She glared her eyes at the older member. "You're mean. I'm telling Eomma."

"With what phone?" His comment made her huff and him chuckle to himself.

With a deep last breath, the female idol let her head fall back against the wall, her hands in her lap, as she closed her eyes, praying the time would pass just a bit quicker so she could finally get back home.

-

Unknowingly, Minnie had dozed off into a light sleep, therefore, didn't even notice when the two other rappers arrived with heavy breaths that calmed down once they found her sleeping form resting against their leader's side.

"Hey," he greeted them with a smile.

Wonwoo and Mingyu nudged their heads in his direction.

"How is she?" The '97 Liner wondered as the older one of the two got closer to her form, crouching down to get a better look at the girl's face that was covered by her hair. With a soft touch, he brushed it out of the way, placing it behind her ear and sighing at the sight of the band-aid under her eye.

Coups put his phone back into the pocket of his jeans. "She said she's okay. She has a bruise on her ribs and had to get stitches underneath her eye, but she's fine apparently. Oh, and a headache, but I guess that's what you get when you bash your head against a car window."

"Is that what happened?" Wonwoo looked up at the '95 Liner, who could only shrug.

"I don't know. There hasn't been a doctor yet I could talk to. They said it won't be long," he looked down at the watch on his wrist, "But we've been waiting for thirty minutes."

"And no one has checked on her?" Mingyu sat down across from the seats Minnie and S.Coups were occupying, right on the other side of the hallway.

"They did earlier before I arrived. Then she had an MRT scan, and we're waiting for the results now," the leader explained. His eyes fell down to the '96 Liner whose hand was on his girlfriend's knee, patting it comfortably.

"Wonwoo," he called out quietly to gain the other's attention, "can we switch places real quick?"

"Yeah sure," he got up from the floor and carefully got into the place of the '95 Liner, both cradling Minnie's head, so it wouldn't move much. "Where are you going?"

Seungcheol nodded behind him, "Getting her stuff from the info desk. Be right back." And with that, he left the three dormmates.

At the feeling of a new, much sharper shoulder against the side of her head, the female member started squirming, waking up slowly as she squinted her eyes, adjusting to the bright light. She lifted her gaze to find her fellow '97 Liner sitting right opposite of her. The female member sent him a tired smile.

"Hi."

"Hey, how're you feeling?" Mingyu copied her expression, tilting his head along with it, making her chuckle.

"Alright, I guess," she cuddled closer into the side of the man next to her, smiling to herself at the familiar feeling of the arms she has found so much love for and the scent she could write a thousand songs about. "Hi, to you too." She looked up, finding Wonwoo already looking down at her with a soft gaze.

"Hi." He brushed over her hair once again. "You sure you're okay?"

Minnie nodded. "The painkillers are wearing off, but it's okay so far."

"What did the doctor say?"

She raked herself up, her partner's hand still on her thigh as she yawned, covering her mouth with her hand.

"She asked me a few questions to test my memory. That seemed fine. The bruise on my rib is gonna get bigger, she said, but it's nothing severe. And... I did an MRT scan."

"Yeah, Coups-hyung mentioned that."

The girl looked around confused, suddenly realising something. "Where is he?"

"Getting your stuff," the voice of the leader made her look ahead, watching him come back to the small group, her bag and jacket in his grip. She grinned up as he dropped everything on the empty seat to her left before joining Mingyu.

"You're not mean after all," she jokingly commented, earning her a roll of the eyes from him.

"Yeah yeah," he mumbled, "But you have to sign a document before leaving." To which she nodded.

A sudden groan from Mingyu caught the attention of the other members.

"Can you please send a message to the group chat to let them know you're okay?

Minnie glanced at him in slight confusion but nodded, raking herself up to get her phone from the bag next to her. With one quick look, she knew what her fellow '97 Liner was talking about. Her lock screen was filled with notifications from said group chat, plus other messages from friends that have heard the news. Only looking at it made her already want to put the phone back down and get back to it at another time and day, but she understood the worry.

She unlocked it and tapped on the app's icon, opening the group's chat right at the top.

09:08 pm

Kkuma Appa: she's okay, I got her, we're waiting for her scan results

Horangi: Tell her we miss her!

Producer-nim: you wouldn't even have seen her today

Producer-nim: but yeah, tell her we miss her

Yoon Jeonghan: What happened to her phone?

Kkuma Appa: They took all her stuff

Kkuma Appa: She's getting it back when they let us leave

Dokyeomie: Why don't they let her keep her phone?

Dokyeomie: Why did they have to take everything off her?

Dokyeomie: Isn't she bored?

Dokyeomie: Can we come see her?

Dokyeomie: How long will you be in the hospital for?

Kkuma Appa: We're waiting in the hall, she's not even in a room

Kkuma Appa: You'll see her tomorrow

Hao Hao: Will she be able to practice with us?

Kkuma Appa: I'll let you know what the doctor says

Horangi: I wouldn't let her dance :/ it wouldn't be smart, right?

Moonie Junnie: If she feels good, maybe she can, but she shouldn't push herself

Yoon Jeonghan: Are you sure she's okay, or is she just saying that?

Kkuma Appa: She got some pain meds, those are probably helping her right now, but she doesn't seem to have major injuries

Kkuma Appa: But I think the doctor will tell me more

Kkuma Appa: She does have a cut under her eye

Little Maknae: A cut?!

Kkuma Appa: She had to get stitches

Seungkwanie: Oh no

HanSolo: ew

Little Maknae: That must've hurt so much

Moonie Junnie: Are you sure you'll be able to leave today?

Kkuma Appa: I think so

Dokyeomie: Can no one else come to see you guys?

Gyu🤍: Wonwoo and I are on our way

Dokyeomie: You can go visit her, but we can't?!

Moonie Junnie: This is a bit unfair

Moonie Junnie: We want to see her too

Kkuma Appa: Guys, please, she's doing okay

Kkuma Appa: We'll keep you updated

09:31 pm

Horangi: Are you still with Minnie??? How long do the results take??

Hao Hao: Is she still doing okay?

Gyu🤍: We've just arrived, she seems okay. Tired, but all good

Seungkwanie: How can you tell how she's feeling? Maybe she isn't doing fine, maybe she's in pain

Gyu🤍: She's literally sitting with us in the hall, she's fine

Little Maknae: I believe it when I see it

Gyu🤍: *sent a picture of Minnie he sneakily took*

HanSolo: could be an edit

Little Maknae: I believe it when I hear it from her personally

Woo🖤: I'm okay - Minnie

Seungkwanie: You're funny

Moonie Junnie: Minnie uses emojis, but nice try

*liked by 4 members*

Yoon Jeonghan: Jesus, can someone just bring her her phone

Josh: What's going on here?

Minnie chuckled at some of the messages before smacking the arm she was leaning on to her right.

"Ah, what?" Wonwoo looked down at the girl, confusion written all over his face, his hand on the place she had just hit. She pointed her finger at the message sent from his phone, turning the screen so he could look at it more clearly.

"Seriously?" She giggled at him. The rapper shrugged, the corners of his lips curved up.

"That group chat kept interrupting my game," he showed her his phone screen.

Minnie gawked, "I'm in the hospital, and you're playing a freaking game?" A scoff tumbled from her lips.

"I didn't start playing it until I knew that you were okay," he kinda reassured her with a proud smirk, his left hand now on top of her thigh.

The female member mocked his grin, "Mh, how romantic."

"I know, right?" Earning him a gentle shove with her elbow.

She directed her eyes straight ahead again, where Mingyu was keeping his head down, the floor seemingly interesting to him.

"Look, Mingyu's not even on his phone."

His head shot up, "Yeah, I'm not even on my phone."

Wonwoo rolled his eyes, "You were earlier."

"Yeah," the '97 Liner talked back to him, "To let the guys know how she's doing."

"And I was doing the same," the older one of the two fought back, making the girl chuckle and shake her head. Wonwoo looked back at her.

"What are you laughing at? You're the reason for this."

"What did I do now?" She couldn't hold back another laugh falling from her lips.

"You got into a car accident." After being in a relationship with him for almost three years, Minnie understood Wonwoo's humour better than anyone else and knew he was just trying to mess around with her.

She scoffed, "Oh, I'm sorry-"

"You should be."

"Stop!" The rapper flinched away and snatched her hand into his as soon as she raised hers to smack him again. They fell into a round of giggles when Mingyu suddenly spoke up again.

"I told you I would drive you around."

"Mingyu-"

"I always tell you, if you need to go somewhere, tell me-"

"It could've happened to anyone."

"Still, it would've-"

Minnie raised a finger to stop him from continuing, "We're not having a discussion about this now."

Mingyu sulked back into the chair, crossing his arms in defence as he shrugged, "Alright, then at home." The girl just rolled her eyes slightly before directing her attention back to her phone.

Minnie: I'm actually really okay 😊 I hope we'll get out of here soon, I just want to go to sleep 😖

Dokyeomie: MINNIE🥰

Jun: yeyyyyyy, hiii Minnie ❤️

HanSolo: Hope you're actually doing well 👍🏼

Seungkwanie: We already have a hurt member, we can't have another, so you better be okay, Minnie!

Hao Hao: Yeah, don't steal my spot

Little Maknae: Could still be someone else typing from her phone

*Minnie sent a selfie, laying on Wonwoo's shoulder, Wonwoo can be seen in the corner*

Little Maknae: Okay, I'm starting to believe you

Little Maknae: Happy to know you're doing fine 🩷

Minnie: Thank you <3

Horangi: You're gonna get the biggest hug tomorrow

Hao Hao: Don't hug her if she's hurt!

Woozi: I'm pretty sure he'll break her bones with that hug tomorrow

Minnie: Pls not

Horangi: I'll hug you very very gently

Minnie: 🧡🧡🧡

Yoon Jeonghan: Keep us updated about the results!

Minnie: Will do :)

She went on to open the other private chats she shared with friends, each one of them telling her that they heard about what happened and were just looking for closure on her well-being. She assured them all and quickly texted her mum, knowing she'll read it as soon as she wakes up.

Just as the female member went to put her phone back down again, S.Coups, who she assumed had fallen asleep with his head leaning back against the wall, spoke up.

"Did you text Eomma and Appa?"

"Oh, right," she got the device back into her grip and sent a quick message into their family group chat, so she wouldn't have to notify each one of them separately.

Only a second after she tapped on the *send* button, the door to the room she exited a good forty minutes ago opened, letting Doctor Kang step into the hallway. She was greeted with kind smiles from each member, who immediately stood up politely.

The female doctor chuckled, "I already expected the entire group to come together here."

"We didn't know if all of us would be allowed here, so only we came," Cheol explained with a smile on his face.

"I see, I see," the woman nodded, "It's probably smarter to not drag too much attention to you guys." Her gaze switched down to the clipboard in her hand. "So... all in all, you're doing fine," she looked at the girl, who let out a deep breath. "As I told you before, the bruise on your rib is going to get a bit bigger over the next few days, but I prescribed you something that should help with the pain. If it doesn't, you should come back here so we can take a look," she explained, flipping over a page. "You don't have any head injuries, which is almost a miracle because I was expecting something minor at least, but... nothing, which is very good." The comment made Minnie look at the four men next to her, a proud smile on her lips.

"What about the cut under her eye?" Seungcheol wondered.

Doctor Kang looked back at her notes. "That... I mean, as it is right now, all good. It was deep, so a doctor did have to stitch it together, but in a few days with just a quick visit, we'll be able to take them out and it'll be all good. It will probably leave a slight scar of course, but nothing to worry about too much."

"See," Minnie glanced at the leader, "I told you."

"But," the doctor interrupted her, eyeing the two bickering members, "I wouldn't play it down too much." Earning her awaiting stares from the four in front of her. "The cut as it is now is okay, but if that little piece of glass had cut you just a few millimetres higher up, it would've hit your eye and... well... most probably blinded you on one side."

"Oh." Was all the female idol dared to say. Her eyes drifted to her right, where she was met with the warning glare and raised eyebrows of the '95 Liner who had his arms crossed.

"You must've had a little angel on your shoulder to get out of this car accident so well. A cut and a bruised rib are not the usual I get here," the woman smiled at Minnie, who copied her facial expression, but her lips were tightly closed together as she nodded.

"And what about like moving around and... practising and performing?" Wonwoo's voice echoed through the empty hall.

Doctor Kang nodded, "I know that that's very important to you guys, and we already sent an official document with all the information on the pills that we prescribed Miss Kim and just general advice to your company. But I think that as long as she feels well enough to do it, nothing and no one is holding her back from it. Within the next couple of days, you might have a recurring headache. If that's too much, then don't push your body," she directed her statement towards the girl, "Listen to it. If the bruise starts to hurt too much, don't move around. Lie down. Rest. Don't stuff yourself with painkillers or other things like that. Okay?" She got a nod in return. "Just take it easy. No matter how good you think you might be feeling, remember that you had just been in a car accident, so it's okay if you want to rest for a bit."

Everyone nodded and started thanking the older woman as she passed the prescription over to Minnie who repeatedly bowed to her, letting her know just how thankful she was, forgetting about the fact that they had to wait for almost an hour.

Once they were alone again, the group turned around, ready to finally leave the building. When Minnie went to pick up her bag, Wonwoo beat her to it and was walking ahead, stopping once he noticed she hadn't caught up with him yet. Mingyu was walking along with them on her left side, making her able to link arms with him as she often did whenever they walked side by side. S.Coups was strolling around behind them, eyes glued to the screen in his hand as he updated the other members, shouting out to the girl at the same time,

"Don't forget to sign that document, Minnie!" Making her ears perk up.

"Oh, yeah," shaking her head at the fact that she had already forgotten about it.

After signing it, smiling to the nurse behind the desk and wishing her a good evening, they were actually able to exit the hospital, leaving behind all their worries they had for a possible much worse outcome of the accident. No words were spoken on their way out until they finally reached the outside, breathing in fresh air again.

"You got a car?" The leader asked his two hip-hop-unit members, who nodded.

"Yeah, we came in mine," Wonwoo assured him, "Where's yours?"

S.Coups nudged his head towards the direction behind him, "Over there. Yours?"

Mingyu pointed in the exact opposite direction, "We found a free spot around the corner."

"Alright, then," Cheol opened his arms as soon as he saw Minnie already walking towards him, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Thanks again," the girl whispered into his shoulder.

Coups kissed the top of her head. "You don't have to thank me for anything. Be careful, okay?" He released her from his embrace, looking her straight into the eye, making sure that he got a nod from her in return, before strutting over to the other members. With a quick bro-hug, they said their goodbyes, but the leader didn't leave with one last call out,

"Take care of her!"

"We will!" Mingyu shouted back, putting his arm around Minnie's shoulder carefully, scared to maybe find a bruise she didn't know she had or forgot to tell them about.

A comfortable silence fell between the three, but of course, it had to be broken when a sudden thought popped into the younger rapper's head.

"So... about that emergency contact-"

Minnie could only groan.

-

She knew the following day wasn't going to be exciting. She knew she'd have to take the painkillers she had been given. She knew she would have to go talk to another manager about what happened. She knew she then would be in the practice room, making the best of the situation, praying that she could move as normally as possible. And that's exactly what was happening.

After getting almost babied by the two rappers in their apartment, Minnie was happy to be with the other members again, that would be more focused on the practice session rather than her well-being when everything was fine with her and Wonwoo, and Mingyu just didn't know when to stop caring about her.

She and the two guys entered the room together, them first with her being last. Immediately, the girl had all of the attention in the room.

"MINNIE!" Dokyeom shouted into the room, running over to her, and engulfing her in one of his hugs she loved so much.

"Hey," she started giggling. Seungkwan, Hoshi, Jun, and Dino followed with loud cheers, welcoming the female member as they ran over to join. Jeonghan and Joshua were still sitting against a wall, eyeing the group carefully to know when they'd be able to walk over and greet her. Woozi, Vernon, and Minghao chuckled at the other guys but also decided to give them some space before they would check on the girl. All happened while S.Coups was still on his way to the practice room, along with their choreographer.

Not even able to wrap her arms around his middle, DK jumped back again.

"OH, does it hurt?" He glanced at her in alert, scared of unknowingly hurting her, to which she shook her head, a smile spreading on her lips.

"No, don't worry, I only have a bruise here on the side." She pointed to her side, making him only grin wider and engulf her again. 

One after one, the loud members hugged her, asking over and over again if she really was doing well, so Minnie just continued nodding her head the entire time.

"What's up with that?" Vernon pointed to his own eye once she was free from the other guys - it was his way of welcoming her and she appreciated that.

"I'm gonna be cool now," she commented, "I'll have a scar."

"What cut you?" Woozi wanted to know.

"A piece of glass." Her answer earned her a hiss from them, including Minghao, who got closer to her, gently putting his arms around her shoulders to pull her into a hug.

"We're glad you're okay," he said to her, his hand rubbing comfortably up and down her back.

Minnie nodded, "Yeah, me too." While he continued to ask questions about the day before, the two '95 Liners that were in the room, joined them. 

Once their conversation seemed to have died down, Joshua broke his silence.

"You know, you might be the only person that looks good with a band-aid under their eye," he jokingly said, getting mocking laughter from the girl in return.

"Thanks," she gave him a hug, which Joshua made tighter than she expected. Moving onto Jeonghan, he wrapped his arms around her as well.

"I'm really glad nothing else happened to you."

Minnie nodded once again.

"If the piece of glass would've moved even just a few millimetres up higher, she could've been blind," Mingyu suddenly budged in, earning him a shove from the female member.

"You don't have to constantly say that." Repeating it over five times the night before was enough.

"Yes I do, so you're more careful next time," he talked back to her.

Minnie rolled her eyes, "Yeah, next time I'll try to stop the car with my own two hands, alright?"

Dokyeom, who overheard the conversation, smacked his arm, "Leave her alone, she was in a car accident!"

"I'm trying to take care of her!" The other '97 Liner snapped at him. DK only scoffed at him in return before he left the group to warm up for the practice.

Minnie went to sit down next to Wonwoo on the couch as the small group broke apart again, everyone getting back to what they were doing before she had gotten here. The rapper eyed her side profile when she sighed.

"You okay?"

She turned her head towards him, nodding.

"Okay enough to practice?" He continued to ask her, making her nod again.

"I think so, yeah," she scootched up closer to him, "The painkillers are doing a pretty good job." Before Wonwoo could say anything else, somebody stole their attention.

"Oh!" Jeonghan jumped up, catching everyone off guard as he rushed out of the room, coming back only a second later, holding out his hand as he joined the couple by the couch. "I found this for you."

Confused, Minnie, took the little package from his stretched-out palm, turning it around, chuckling at the sight.

"Hello Kitty Band-Aids?"

The older member nodded proudly, "They'll fit you a lot better than the boring beige ones." He took it out of her hands and opened it, crouching down on the floor. With his hand, he motioned for her to come closer.

Minnie eyed him getting one band-aid from the box. "But put this one," she pointed at his hands, "over this one," and then at her eye. "Don't take this one off."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't think I'm supposed to take it off yet," she explained, making him nod understandingly.

Jeonghan unwrapped it properly before carefully placing it under her eye, taking off all the unnecessary pieces of paper to make it stick well.

"Look!" He called out, "So pretty!" Making her giggle. "So much prettier than before."

She turned towards the rapper on the couch, a grin plastered on her face. "Do I look so much prettier than before?"

Wonwoo shook his head with a chuckle. "You looked pretty already before. With or without the band-aid." He reached out to brush over the new sticker on her face gently.

Minnie scrunched her face, "That's cheesy." But he just continued grinning. She braced herself on his thigh and leaned over to place a quick peck on his lips. "But thank you." Getting another kiss from her boyfriend.

"Who's gonna take over Minnie's visual role?" Dino's voice rang through the ears of the Seventeen members.

"What?!" The girl shouted out.

"What?" The maknae glanced at the girl, "You said you're gonna have a scar under your eye. Do you think the Visual of the group should have that?"

"Are you calling me ugly?" 

He raised his hands in defence, "I'm just saying. Maybe that scar will change your entire appearance, who knows. We should think of someone that might be able to replace your role."

"Well, it's definitely not gonna be you," Minnie squinted her eyes at Dino, who scoffed.

"That's mean," he pointed at her, his tongue gliding over his teeth. The girl looked him in the eye in dead silence for a quick second, before standing up, causing the youngest to sprint to the other side of the room, getting a round of laughs from some of the members that were following the interaction - Wonwoo included.

The female member threw herself back into the couch with a pout.

"He called me ugly," she sulked. The '96 Liner chuckled, a hand brushing over the back of her head. She turned her head towards him. "You might have to remind me that I'm pretty more often now."

Wonwoo nodded, the smile still bright on his face, "Okay, I will."

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[romanticbat]

Ooooh mime bomb! I love Carmen sandiego!

But...i like welcome home right now

Speaking of which....could i get some hcs...or a One shot....whatever you prefer

....i wanna see wally cry...i wanna see him..just sob in tears...i like wally love him to bits

But i want his s\o to like....make him cry weather it be happy tears or an accident....i wanna see the wonky puppet cry by my hand-

Gn reader...if that's cool

Sorry if it's too mean tho

if it is could i just get hcs for wally curling up and purring like a cat...wally being cat like makes me happy-

Come to the Carmen Sandiego fandom, be one of us, one of us, one of us 🕯🕯🕯/j

Of course you can get what you request! Thank you for the request btw

Tears in your shoulder (Wally x GN!Reader)

Warnings: maybe a little angst

It was a comfy day in the neighborhood, the sun was shinning, a few clouds could be saw in the sky, it was a little windy but not enough to be annoying, just a perfect day of spring, a perfect day for the season who is considered the season of love, a perfect day in the month of love to confess to his dear crush, that's what Wally thinked the first moment he wake up, having the sensation than this was gonna be his day, ready to confess his love to you. He walked in the neighborhood, greeting his friends, knowing he already had a lovely bouquet of flowers in home, ready to be given to you, all was perfect... Until something happened, he saw you talking with Howdy, He knew you were great friends with him but, why it felt different this time? Why his heart feel trapped? He choosed to ignore this, you two were just friends, he already has planned to confess today, why to change now for such an innocent thing?

The day passed by fastly and he was feeling worse every second, he is the most, even you said that to him, but why he was so insecure now? Why he was feeling like that? That perfect day became cloudy, no sign of the shiny sun that was in the morning, he feeled a drop of rain fall while waiting for who knows what outside of your door, or it was a tear? He finally knocked your door, the door of his beloved "Oh! Wally, is you, is going to rain, come, enter" You said kindly and he did what you tell "Something happened?" you asked, ignoring the bouquet of flowers in his hands and with that single question he broked, crying like a waterfall, tears of sadness falling in the petals of the red and white flowers he bought for you, you fastly came to comfort him, hugging him and patting his back while he hugged the bouquet and cried in your shoulder "Shhh, it's ok, let the sadness get out" the most soft tone of your voice you could do was in your words in a try to calm him even a little, he pushed you a little and gaved you the bouquet "t-they are for y-ou" he said, struggling with his words thanks to the sobbing, you received the bouquet surprised, choosing to put it in the most nearest table for a while "Thank you, Wally, but what happened?" "I just love you so much and this bouquet was for you but I saw you so happy with other person and I... I don't know" he said fastly, don't realizing he just basically confessed to you, for first time you saw him so vulnerable, with tears in his eyes and messy looking, people say actions expresses more than 1000 words so when you kissed him and rubbed his hands with your thumbs his eyes started to glow, no more because of the tears but now because of love, maybe it wasn't a perfect day, it was a cloudy and rainy one but being in a day like this with the one you loved was really a dream come true, Wally thinked while happy tears came from his eyes "Dear, are you purring?" you asked while you heared a soft pitched purr came from your now boyfriend.

So... Now a few hcs of Wally cuddling with you and purring

- He loves to cuddle so much

- It feels like a dream to him being cuddled with you in your warm body

- I feel that if he's capable of purring he would do it everytime he's happy

- that means he purrs A LOT when cuddling with you

- is kinda like a cat but in Wally form

-he leans and hugs you while purring (like a cat)

- if you are AFAB and are in your period is like a free cramps reliever

- He uses all the space in the sofa or bed (like a cat) and waits for you to just lean with him and cuddle

[starsurface]

I love how you write diapered babyspace Liu Kang with his CG’s, it’s so precious! I was wondering…babyspace Nightwolf in diapers with CG Fujin? They’re so cute! ❤️

I'm so glad you liked the others!! :D

(Some strong languageuse) Before we get to the hcs, I want to say that there is nothing wrong with using or needing diapers. Some people use diapers use them for weird kink related things, but with age regression they are used for comfort and unfortunate inconvenience. Do not come to my blog because you wish to relate this with any kind of kink. Kindly fuck off and leave my blog alone, thank you.

^ This isn’t to bash regressors btw!!! This is me saying to fuck off if your a dd/lg or any type of blog like that. <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Fujin w/ Babyspace Padded Nightwolf Hcs

☁️ Nightwolf slips into babyspace on two occasions:

🐺 The first is a very scary case of Reverant Nightmares where he wakes up feeling extra tiny and scared

☁️ ^ It was also the first time he ever had an accident too, poor boy was going through it :(

🐺 Don’t worry, Fujin was able to help calm him down, he could see that Nightwolf was tinier than usual, but in the moment that wasn’t what mattered

☁️ What mattered was making sure his baby felt peaceful and safe again, nothing else 😤

🐺 Nightwolf was also really embarrassed by having an accident, because he’s never had one before!! Why now? Why was this one different? Why did he feel even more fuzzy than normal? It wasn’t fair … :(

☁️ Bathtime helped him cheer up, little Nightwolf loves bathtime, and Fujin gave him extra bubbles and toys <3

🐺 Sometimes when Nightwolfs small or Fujin can tell that he’s been showing signs of regressing, Fujin will put down some of those potty training bed pad things so that their sheets don’t get ruined (he even got one with a wolf design on it! :D)

☁️ Nightwolf doesn’t like that one bit, either he was a big kid or he didn’t need some silly thing!! >:(

🐺 So to make fair, Fujin also had one, and it dimmed down Nightwolf’s complaining (he was still grumpy though)

☁️ He doesn’t want to admit that they’ve become useful though, especially in scary scenarios where Fujin doesn’t have to leave to change the sheets

🐺 And the second scenario (and much happier scenario) is where he just slips really really tiny after a long day

☁️ Baby Nightwolf is also an energetic baby, similar to his toddler headspace

🐺 Fujin looks away to cut a sandwich and- How’d he get to the porch? The door was closed?!

☁️ Luckily baby Nightwolf is also a bit clingy, so he’ll just have Fujin carry him outside instead!! :D

🐺 Nightwolf is a bit . . . iffy wearing padding, especially at first

☁️ He’s Nightwolf, protector of the Matoka, not some baby that needs padding or has accidents :(

🐺 But knowing that sometimes Fujin wore it too when he was extra tiny (I did a different Hc list on this) did really help

☁️ Normally he just needs it for naptime, but sometimes he’ll wear it when he’s in babyspace

🐺 His favorite design would be something forestry, maybe wolf prints or something (although he likes plain too)

☁️ He does end up being more okay using them as time goes on, but only Fujin can know >:(

🐺 Completely off-topic, but baby Nightwolf is a BITER

☁️ I know I said earlier that he wasn’t, but that was Toddlerspace Nightwolf, this is Babyspace Nightwolf . . . So it totally cancels out 😎

🐺 Doesn’t matter what it is, his ax, Fujin’s arm, or an actual teething ring, this man chews!

☁️ ^ Fujin does take away the ax, much to Nightwolf’s dismay :(

🐺 Sometimes it’s harsh biting, othertimes it’s just soft chewing, so Fujin’s got a 50/50 on this

☁️ Although he doesn’t really encourage biting people anyways (unless it’s Nightwolf’s replaces for kisses, because those are always soft) so that’s why Nightwolf has some chew rings

🐺 Does Nightwolf use them? . . . He does, but stuffies make good chew toys too!! :D

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Uuuh, after Hc list words. :3

[cathyfowl]

Hello! I hope this episode doesn't last that much but if so remember to drink water! And eat of course. Try cheese soup, I love it always help when I'm down

But but but I'm hear to ask you about the bloodweave fic like you kindly allowed.

My questions are:

Is it going to be a slow burn? Like really slow slow burn? If it is you have my admiration I lose patience with the fools quiet easily and smash dolls them together usually.

How much angst are we talking here and is it a happy ending one? I love angst but I read one hurt no comfort and never recovered I need to know.

Is Tara going to be present in this fic? It is the most important question of mine as you can imagine.

Hope this helps in any way and warm hugs!

Hi! Thank you for your kind words. I went on a long walk and it helped a bit too. Onto answering your question: Yes, I'm planning a slow burn. Well, as slow as it ever is with Astarion's coping mechanism. I must admit, I've only written very little smut so that'll help me keep the boys off of each other for longer I think XD

I'm a true angst machine but I would never be able to write a long, sprawling romance without a happy end. Happy ending is guaranteed. The road there may be long, with twists and turns and it might get worse before it gets better, but I promise it'll be all good by the end.

Tara, of course, will make a modernised appearance of being "simply" a cat. (If any cat's existence can be labelled 'simple' XD ) She'll probably play some important role in Astarion finding his footing and help as a bridge between Astarion and Gale. (I'm an Astarion-the-cat-lover truther btw.)

I hope you'll enjoy this little (giant) fic I'm working on! <3