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MY DREAM LOVE LIFE FRR THIS IS SO PERFECT, HE'S PERFECT 😭😭😭

ꃼ ᴗ ꃼ ── INK ON SKIN | hwang hyunjin x fem ! reader

cursing & soulmate au & fluff & mentions of food & text messages woven in & please let me know if i missed anything !

when you were eighteen you woke up with the first signs you had a soulmate—a pretty butterfly drawn on your left arm. you were certain you hadn't drawn it. ever since that day, beautiful pictures showed up all over your skin. you liked to watch as they were drawn. and sometimes you'd write little messages back, telling them how lovely their drawings were. you wondered if you'd ever be lucky enough to meet the artist. imagine your surprise when your skin is bare of drawings one day, a phone number in their place.

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On your eighteenth birthday, you woke up feeling just the same as you did everyday. The day didn’t really feel special until you looked at your left arm in the mirror while you were getting ready and saw a pretty pen drawing of a butterfly there. Your jaw dropped open. You were certain it hadn’t been there before you went to bed—there was no way you drew it. 

You asked your family and friends if they had somehow drawn it and you hadn’t noticed or had just forgotten. When they confirmed that none of them had, in fact, drawn the butterfly, you couldn’t help the feeling of excitement that bubbled in your chest. That meant it was your soulmate. 

So you started drawing and writing on your arms too, hoping to reach the other person. You left simple drawings on your skin—nothing nearly as intricate as the ones you gained in return. You also liked to write short motivational messages. They never wrote words back. You wondered if maybe they spoke a different language or if maybe they were just shy. 

One time, your soulmate had drawn intricate flowers that trailed up the expanse of your left arm—they were so beautiful and well-done that people the next day had asked if you had gotten a tattoo they’d never noticed. You only shook your head and proudly explained it was your soulmate. That day, you’d left as lengthy a message as you could expressing how much you loved the drawings, how you hoped they would continue to draw for you, and how you hoped you could talk to them and meet one day. 

The next day, you woke up to your skin bare. A strange feeling of disappointment rose inside of you, but you pushed it down. Maybe they just had no inspiration. Or maybe they hadn’t had time to draw you anything new. But the day after that, your skin was still bare. And then again the next day. Almost an entire week passed without a drawing for you to admire and you wondered if your message had somehow upset them or scared them off. 

But on the seventh day, you woke up to something decorating your arm. Not a drawing. But a phone number. 

From that moment, you spoke to Hyunjin every free moment you had. Sometimes it was difficult because of the language barrier and time zones, but the two of you always made it work. And it was worth it. Hyunjin understood you in a way no one else did, even if you both had trouble understanding each other’s languages. 

The understanding you had of Hyunjin went deeper than mere words. You knew his heart—something that was expressed through more than just spoken language. He loved to show you his paintings and drawings, draw you special images on your skin (his skin), and send you pieces of poetry he loved.

The more you spoke to Hyunjin, the more you fell in love with his words. The more you fell in love with the very essence of he was. And as much as you wanted to know what he looked like, you appreciated getting to know him without seeing him first—you appreciated falling in love with who he was as a person rather than just his face. 

Curiosity was beginning to get the better of you, however. You doodled pictures for him and wrote him little love letters on your wrist and hands and arms. He drew you the most beautiful images of flowers or animals or butterflies and occasionally he wrote you poems or lyrics. And every day that passed, just drawing pictures and writing poetry on your skin for him to read, fed the curiosity that grew inside of you. 

Hyunjin made you feel light in a way you’d never experienced. The more you texted him, the more you longed to hear his voice. Once you started calling and video chatting, you only wanted to meet him more and more. Hyunjin left an ache in you that could never be filled unless he was right beside you. You supposed it was because he was your soulmate. But a part of you felt like maybe that was just the effect that Hyunjin had. 

“I want to meet you,” you whispered into the darkness of your room one night while you were on a video call with Hyunjin. You watched as he frowned and sighed, nodding along with you. 

“I want to meet you too.” 

“I’ve been…” you hesitated, wondering if you should expose yourself or not. “I’ve been looking at airline tickets to South Korea. A-and I started saving up. Maybe I could… I-I mean, if you’re okay with it, maybe I could visit someday?” 

All of the nerves you’d felt in telling him faded away when you saw the way he beamed at you. “You want to come here? To visit me?” 

“Y-yeah, if you want me to—”

“Please don’t tell me you’re joking.” He looked at you, eyes wide and desperate, pleading with you. “Please. I want to meet you so bad, please say you’re serious.” 

“So serious.” 

Hyunjin’s wide smile returned. “Fuck. I want to see you in person. H-how soon do you think you could come? I’ll help pay for your ticket too. I just want to see you.” 

“I’ve saved up a little more than half of what I need so—”

“I’ll pay the rest.”

You blinked in surprise. Obviously you knew that he’d said he’d be willing to help pay, but you didn’t realize he’d be willing to help that much. “O-oh Hyun, I couldn’t let you—”

“Please. I want to see you. I have more than enough money to help. So let me.” 

“Okay, well, in that case. I could probably come in a couple weeks. I’ll need to make sure everything is taken care of here first, so two weeks should be just fine.” You watched Hyunjin’s smile widen an impossible amount and you found yourself smiling as well. 

“Two weeks,” he breathed, closing his eyes as if he could picture you standing in front of him. “Fuck, I don’t know if I can wait that long.” 

You shook your head and laughed a little, “Well, you’re going to have to. It’s not as long as you think. It’ll pass in the blink of an eye.” 

After you hung up your video call with Hyunjin, you bought your ticket to South Korea. Hyunjin sent you money to help you pay for your ticket (you almost felt bad accepting it until you checked the balance of your bank account). You made sure to get time off work, get your classwork settled, and you updated your family about your plans.

And thus started the countdown to your trip to visit Hyunjin. Everyday he drew you a new countdown picture—it was the number of days until he would get to see you accompanied by a different place he wanted to take you in South Korea when you came. You looked forward to the countdown drawings every morning. 

Hyunjin called you every spare moment to tell you about what he wanted to do when you got there and you indulged him every time, even if you’d heard the plans multiple times already. When he wasn’t calling you, he was texting you. He sent you pictures of Kkami, pictures of himself or friends in the places he wanted to take you, videos of whatever silly thing he was doing that day, and the usual loving messages. 

“I can’t believe you’re going to be here tomorrow,” Hyunjin whispered, awe laced in his tone. 

You smiled at him and nodded as you shoved the last of what you needed into your suitcase. Your flight left in three hours and you were only just finishing packing before hurrying to the airport. “Yeah. I’m only one sleep away.” 

“What’s the first thing you want to do when you get here?” 

“I thought you already planned out our itinerary?” You were only teasing, but the pout on your lips made guilt pang in your chest. “I’m just teasing, Hyunnie.” 

“Oh. So then, what’s the first thing you want to do?” 

You thought for a second and then looked away, slightly embarrassed as you answered. “I want to kiss you. And then maybe get something to eat.” 

When you finally peeked back at your phone, you found Hyunjin staring at you, jaw dropped and cheeks bright pink. He blinked a couple times before smiling shyly and speaking softly. “Well I can certainly arrange that.” 

“Good,” you grinned at him and then zipped your suitcase up. You grabbed your phone and stood, making sure to take your backpack off of your desk as well. You glanced around your room one last time before deciding you had everything you needed, then you shouldered your bag and pulled your suitcase along behind you as you left for the airport. “I have to go now, Hyun, but I’ll see you soon, okay?” 

He nodded and smiled brightly at you. “Yeah, I’ll see you soon.” 

The flight to visit Hyunjin felt like the longest flight of your life. You just wanted the plane to land in South Korea so you could see Hyunjin. Unfortunately, you had to wait. You endured screaming babies, a toddler who kept kicking the back of your seat, and the woman snoring next to you all because you knew at the end of this godforsaken flight was your soulmate. That made all of the frustrations of your flight more than worth it. 

When you got off the plane (finally) you were quick to grab your luggage before making your way to where Hyunjin had told you he was waiting. It was tricky at first navigating the foreign airport, but when you figured out where you were and where you were trying to go, it was a lot easier. 

Anticipation bubbled in your stomach as you drew closer and closer to where Hyunjin was. Would he look taller in person? How soft was his hair? What did he smell like? Would he still like you when he saw you up close? 

The second you saw him, leaning against a pillar while scrolling on his phone, the anxiety you felt fizzled out, replaced with an intense longing to just be in his arms. He looked up and his eyes met yours. Time seemed to stand still. You felt like you were trudging through mud, not moving fast enough. It felt like your suitcase was full of rocks as you dragged it behind you. 

And yet, suddenly, Hyunjin was right in front of you, eyes wide as he took you in. “Holy shit you’re here.”

You didn’t say anything in response, you just reached up and held his face in your hands, pulling his lips to yours for a tender kiss. His hands found your waist as he kissed you back, humming happily into your mouth. When you pulled away and opened your eyes, you were elated to find that it wasn’t a dream. That he hadn’t disappeared. 

“I can’t believe you’re real.” 

He grinned at you as he grabbed your hand, leading you out of the airport. “Well, I am. That kiss wasn’t proof enough?”

“Mm, must not have been. Maybe you’ll have to kiss me again to prove it.” 

He laughed at that. “I will. When we get out of the airport. I’ll kiss you all you want.” 

Before Hyunjin, there had been a hole in your chest you didn’t even realize was there. When you first started talking to him, the hole was only halfway filled. But now, walking with him hand in hand, you finally felt complete.

[pomefioredove]

"Don't bite your lip, I want to do that" With Vil please 🥺👉👈

bravely writing something a little flirtier than usual... (as if this line hasn't been requested 3 times for that exact reason lol)

summary: "don't bite your lip, I want to do that" type of post: short fic characters: vil additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, good lort. a part of this event

"Are you nervous?"

The question is innocent enough, though you detect something subtly teasing hidden behind it.

His expression itself is neutral; you can tell by the glimmer in his eye.

"Is it that obvious?" it's a rhetorical question. Vil is able to read you like the back of his hand.

He smiles. "You look like you're about to make a run for it. Relax. It's just a presentation, you've done them before,"

You sink in your seat, clearly disagreeing. He tsks, and you immediately correct your posture.

He really keeps you on a short leash...

"This one is different," you insist. "This is a group magic project, keyword magic. I've already failed a third of it!"

Vil rolls his eyes at your dramatics, though his tone remains soft. His patience always seems endless when it comes to you.

"And you don't trust Grim to perform on your behalf?"

You stare back. Now that's a rhetorical question...

"Very well," he says, barely able to hold back a smile. "Let's try this again, I'll be nicer this time. Don't forget to project."

You're not even sure how you can project when you're basically right next to each other. You think he just likes saying it.

Nonetheless, you sigh. "Fine... I'll start here. This is our project on-"

"Don't sound so uptight," he cuts in, standing and walking around you in a circle. "And sit up straight. You want to engage your audience, not close them out."

You begrudgingly does as he says. You know he's right, but he doesn't have to be so smug about it...

"Better?"

"Shoulders back," he says, grabbing your shoulders and straightening them out, adjusting you like a doll.

Once he's satisfied, Vil comes around in front of you again and sighs. "Well, it's a start. Go on, from the beginning,"

"Okay. This is our project-"

"You're not going to introduce yourself?"

You glare, and he chuckles, clearly enjoying getting a rise out of you. "My apologies. I didn't realize this was an avant-garde presentation. Go on,"

Another sigh. "Fine. I'll be presenting, while Ace and Deuce cover the demonstration portion of the project. We-"

"More confidence," he hums, putting a hand under your chin and tilting your head up. "Remember to engage. Speak to your audience directly."

You mean to scold him for distracting you, but can only manage a mumble. He's putting a spotlight on you, and you hate it.

Maintaining eye contact is impossible. The amused expression on his face as you try to concentrate is starting to make you feel even more anxious than before.

"...We tested a few... different..." you trail off, nervously biting the corner of your lip. "Methods... and..."

He clicks his tongue in disapproval, his thumb moving up from your chin to your lower lip, running across it.

"Don't bite your lip," he chides. "I want to do that."

A shock of adrenaline makes you go numb, your notes spilling out of your hands and all over the bedroom floor.

Vil sighs, as if exasperated, and takes a step back to survey the sorry sight. "Tsk. You really are hopeless. How can you expect to present if you can't handle a little distraction?"

After a moment of watching you scramble to collect the papers, he leans down to help, his smirking face dangerously close to yours.

"No matter. We have plenty of time to practice,"

[bts-roses]

Hopelessly Romantic

summary - You used to say that a little romanticising never hurt anyone, turns out you were wrong. So wrong. (Unless...?)

pairing - Hoseok x reader

genre - university!au, fluff, a little angst, crushing & pining <3

word count - 7.4k

warnings - swearing :o, y/n goes through serious introspection, y/n goes through it

You always loved romance and love. You loved when your friend finally revealed his feelings to his crush after endless (and progressively annoying) pining for each other. You love when you see your regulars have their weekly Sunday date night at the restaurant you work at (you also love their tips). You love when couples share an umbrella when walking in the rain. Heck, you even love the socks with the tiny magnetic arms that when you stand next to someone with the same socks they hold hands! Like! Who cares if they are just inanimate socks? (They are holding hands!) You just love love!

Okay, so your friends/housemates might make fun of you for it. They might roll their eyes when you fawn over some minor interaction between two strangers in the street or when you dote on something slightly romantic that your professor said about his wife. Some of your friends may say you are overoptimistic. Or as Yoongi would call it: unrealistic.

But, you would argue that a little romanticising never hurt anyone! Can it be annoying sometimes? Yes! Do your friends have to mentally prepare themselves before confiding in you about anything to do with their romantic life? 100%! Can your romanticisation border on delusional? I mean, maybe sometimes? Or as Yoongi would say: all the time.

It's a little running joke in your friendship group that little Y/n is a little hopeless romantic who would even romanticise two street rats eating rotting food in a dumpster together (but also that is kind of cute, like they live in awful conditions but they still stay together?!).

So maybe that's why you keep your crush on a certain man in your class a secret. Or as you would say (then giggle and hide your face into your pillow), your secret.

You would admit that the sole reason that gets you out of bed for your Monday 9am lecture is the fact you can spend an hour glancing at the most perfect side profile to ever bless planet earth (oh, and sometimes the cute stories your professor reveals about his wife).

After 5 months of this class, you have perfected the routine to get the most out of this one hour experience. First, you (struggle to) get up at 7am. Then, do all your business and get clean. Then, you agonisingly choose your best outfit that is both (a) comfortable for an annoyingly early lecture and (b) also cute so that when he looks over to you, he thinks woah this hot babe knocks it out the park every time with their insanely cool yet effortless look like woah I need to propose or whatever. Then, you (maybe too excitedly) stroll to your lecture and get there with (and this is very important) exactly 4 minutes before the lecture begins. This is because exactly 5 minutes before the lecture begins, a certain someone (cue you giggling and hiding your face) finds a seat in the lecture hall. And that means you can choose the optimal seating position to be able to have sneaky glances at the most beautiful face you have ever laid your eyes upon (in a not creepy way). The said optimal seating position is around 1 or 2 rows behind and a good ten seats on either side of him. Both effective and not suspicious at all.

If they knew, your friends would call you crazy. Or as Yoongi would say: this would actually be great evidentiary support for a restraining order. But you swear if they have ever seen this man, they would be doing the exact same thing. You would also argue that you are not the only one who does this! Two weeks ago you noticed that a girl, who sat 5 rows in front of you (so 3 rows in front of him), spent most of the lecture staring at the man and it was very obvious. Clearly, someone needs to get an optimal seating position! And just a month ago, after the man answered one of the professor's questions, a group of people let out a very audible tee-hee at how unbelievably attractive his face was.

And, my God, what a face.

It's otherworldly and beautiful. And that side profile? His perfect nose? His heart-shaped lips? His amazing jawline? His somehow always sparkly eyes? And his kissable cheekbones that protrude a bit more when he bursts out into the most bright and breath-taking smile? Stunning.

It's even more stunning when it's directed at you. Tee-hee.

Plot twist! You aren't one to brag (you are going to fully brag). But there have been a few instances where your glances are requited.

Now it's time to replay them in excruciating detail!

The first time it happened, you were mid-sentence in typing some notes on the lecture slides when you habitually glanced over to Mr. Beautiful man. But when you look up, you find yourself already caught in the depths of his gaze. You nearly choked on the air at the realisation that this man was looking at you with his sparkling eyes that seemed to hold a playful glint within them and a soft smile tugged at the corner of his lips. For a heartbeat, time seemed to still as you held his gaze, and in that fleeting moment, you swear you felt a connection, a spark that made you bashfully look back to the lecture slides.

Another time this happened was when your professor was talking about the story of how he wooed his wife (every time he saw her, he pretended to trip over something so she would always remember him). You couldn't help but to accidentally let out a laugh louder than the rest of the class. But before you could cringe at yourself for the way your chuckle echoed around the room, you found yourself locking eyes with him, whose smile widened as your eyes met. You felt a warmth spread through you, as if his smile was meant for only you, and you couldn't help but smile back as he turned his head back around to the professor.

Not only that, but (not bragging at all) you have spoken to him a good two times.

Plot twist again!

He actually definitely knows who you are!

It's time to recount these events in even more excruciating detail!

1.

The first time he spoke to you was in the second week of the semester and it was also the first time you ever noticed him. As everyone stood up to pack their bags, you noticed that the person in front of you had left his water bottle behind on his desk. Noting the back of the man already half-way down the stairs, you grab the metal bottle and try to dash out of the lecture hall, scanning the corridor for any sign of him. Finally spotting him nearly walking out of the building, you hurried to catch up to him. As he opened the door, you shouted an 'excuse me' to the man.

As if it was in slow motion, he turned around and you don't know if you were hallucinating, but you swear you were nearly swept off your feet (it may have been the strong wind that the opening door let in). That was the first time you were graced with the most beautiful face you have ever seen, as he looked at you surprised and confused with his soft-looking hair flowing with the breeze.

You stutter at the sight of him, briefly forgetting why you even chased after him in the first place.

"O-oh, you forgot your bottle." You bashfully state, lifting the bottle towards him.

You look up at him (sigh he's tall) and you actually feel your heart stop when his lips curve into the most heart warming smile.

"Wow, thanks a lot", he gratefully says, taking back his bottle, "I'm Hoseok, by the way."

Hoseok.

You mirror his smile and try to not turn red as you reply "Y/n."

"Nice to meet you! Thanks again." He coolly says before continuing on his way.

He leaves you windswept and heart-stricken in the middle of the doorway.

(You quickly break out of it when annoyed students try to squeeze and push past you taking up the whole exit).

2.

The second time you converse with the man was 3 months after. And after a few exchanged glances, you're confident in saying that your attraction to this man has exponentially grown to unfathomable amounts.

You can safely say that you think you have a serious crush on this man.

This man being Hoseok. Because that's his name and he told you himself (tee-hee).

When you arrive at the lecture hall, you are greeted with an unfamiliar sight: people waiting outside of the room. When you walk up, you see the familiar faces you regularly see standing around and you deduce that the room must be locked (sometimes security forgets to unlock the lecture halls in the morning). As you lean against the wall and look down at your phone, you are surprised by the sudden voice next to you.

"This feels so weird standing around."

You look up and unconsciously let a smitten smile smother your face at Hoseok (tee-hee <3) next to you. You let yourself gaze at his breath-taking face for a moment. You feel your heart start racing again, as you stumble over what words to say.

"Yeah definitely, I'm so used to just sitting down before the professor gets here."

He glances at you, surprised you replied. In that moment you realise: he was talking to himself. That's awkward.

"No, yeah, I like to prep myself before a 9am lecture. I'm just wondering, who schedules 9am lectures on a Monday?" He light-heartedly comments, offering you one of his sweet smiles.

"You and me both, Hoseok. I'm wondering the same thing", you shyly respond, your smitten smile slightly burning your cheeks. Omg this is the longest conversation you have had with him!

You watch as his brows furrowed in confusion and his perfectly shaped head tilt to the side a bit. He lets out a bashful smile.

"Sorry, have we met before?" He lets out an embarrassed laugh and continues when you mirror his confusion, "You know my name?"

Oh...

You feel your heart sink a bit (a lot) and your lips move into a self-conscious smile. He doesn't remember you.

"Oh... Yeah we met briefly before." You look down, trying to cover your disappointment, "It was like at the beginning of the year so..."

You're surprised you can hear the sounds of people shuffling to move into the now unlocked lecture hall over the volume of how embarrassing this situation was. You both slowly trail behind the rest of the class into the room.

"Right, sorry, sometimes my memory is not the best!" Hoseok quickly reassures you, his tone devoid of any awkwardness, "What was your name again?"

It should be embarrassing at how quickly your mood elevated under his interest in knowing your name.

"I'm Y/n", you beam.

"Y/n", Hoseok says, more to himself, "I promise I won't forget next time".

He gives you another smile and a playful poke to your cheek, which makes you feel like the only one in the room, as he strides up to claim an empty seat. You feel yourself float up to your OSP (optimal seating position), unable to stop smiling from the brief exchange.

"I promise I won't forget next time"

Tee-hee, you have promises. And he touched your cheek! Tee-hee.

You spent the whole lecture divulging in the potential possibility that your crush might not be one-sided.

Tee-hee.

So here you are, five months deep in being the strongest trooper in your secret infatuation with this stunning man. You can’t help but give yourself a mental pat on the back for successfully keeping your mouth shut about it.

The pat on the back becomes even more vigorous when you manage to maintain your composure every time you spot him around campus, which has strangely been frequently lately. Surprisingly, this increase in sightings had nothing to do with you and everything to do with Yoongi.

You’ve been on high alert around Yoongi ever since he casually mentioned that he had a crush on someone in his classes. However, knowing you and your nature, he refused to divulge any details, nevermind the identity of the crush. It stung a little (okay, maybe more than a little) when he brushed you off, but you totally get it. After all, out of everyone, Yoongi was never the one to entertain your romanticising shit and especially not your meddling ways. Yet, there were instances where you could work out the object of Yoongi’s affections:

When Yoongi, out of nowhere, wanted to start sitting outside for lunch, near a particular group of friends (even though he hates sitting too long in the sun).

When Yoongi insisted you accompany him to watch the musical theatre society's dance practice (even though he was the conductor and didn’t really need to be there).

When Yoongi dragged you along to the dance society's performances, under the guise of "oh, I like the music" (not that you're complaining because Hoseok is also a part of that society tee-hee).

The common factor?: Jimin.

You couldn't blame Yoongi: Jimin was undeniably a sight to behold. And he is so lovely! One time your bag got stuck in the library’s revolving doors and you spent a good 5 minutes panickedly running in circles before Jimin stopped the whole crowd to come rescue you <3 (you never really talk about it because the situation actually made you want to curl up and never see the sun again). And every time Yoongi tries (emphasis on tries) to casually talk about Jimin, a cute little blush paints your friend's face, which makes you <3. And every time you see Jimin's smile it makes you, and the rest of the population just <3. And every time Yoongi sees Jimin from afar, you swear you can see the hearts jump out of his eyes <3.

The man wasn’t exactly subtle.

You also should thank Yoongi (and the gods) as Jimin is friends with Hoseok, meaning every lunch you could discreetly sneak glances at him, his perfect smile, his contagious laugh, the way his whole body would light up as he animatedly recounted a funny story to his friends and-

Anyways, since you were constantly looking that way, you, being the ever-vigilant detective, also noticed that someone else was also sneaking peeks at someone. That someone sneaking peeks being Jimin and the someone receiving said glances being Yoongi. Hee-hee. Jimin totally has a crush on Yoongi. And Yoongi totally has a crush on Jimin. They both totally have a crush on each other!

Even though you tried your best to not meddle, you just couldn’t resist. Much to Yoongi’s annoyance, you proceeded to bombard your friend with retellings of every single occurrence that Jimin so much breathed in his way in, of course, excruciating detail. You insisted for your friend to ask him on a date or confess or do anything, but only if he wanted to, of course.

You only seized your pestering when Yoongi finally grumbles a quiet “fine”. You also decided to seize any teasing of the growing excited smile on his face.

And so, it was on the fateful Thursday before Valentine’s Day week (which was just the heart-shaped cherry on top) Yoongi shyly asked Jimin on a date… And he said yes.

:) 

Apparently the date went really, really well :) So well that since they had known each other for a while, Jimin thought it only fitting to ask Yoongi if they could be boyfriends :) To which your friend broke out in his signature gummy smile and said yes :) Yoongi got a Valentine’s :) Yoongi, Mr. Stop-being-annoying-with-love-Y/n, was about to be annoying with love :)

-

The weekend anticipation for Monday was nearly unbearable. Not only did it promise the chance to catch up with Yoongi and extract every detail about the date - how did Jimin pop the question, Yoongi’s response to the question, Jimin’s response to Yoongi’s response to the question, etc. - but there was also the added excitement of Yoongi suggesting that the two friend groups sit together. One friend group including you and one friendship group including Hoseok. Tee-hee.

But when the clock struck 7am, you woke up with an odd feeling.

Something had felt off the previous day too, almost as if the world shifted its axis. Firstly, when your regular couple arrived at the restaurant, only half of them sat down at their usual table. The man sat alone, tears streaming down his face as he ordered his usual sirloin steak, nearly choking up as he had to stop himself from ordering his partner’s usual vegan burger. Or should you say, ex-partner… Turns out they weren’t the happy couple you saw them to be, they were actually going through a divorce. Instead of going home at closing time, you found yourself awkwardly comforting the man (i.e., stiffly patting his shoulder) as he worryingly wailed loudly into the table while you tried to find a way to ethically and morally make him pay the bill (though, he did leave his most generous tip ever, but you guess it's likely because the bill was half its usual price). Your heart couldn’t help to ache as you saw him braving the rain without an umbrella, all by himself.

You would be lying if you said that the couple’s breakup didn’t affect you in any way, you couldn’t shake off the weird feeling it gave you. You swore, every time you served them, they were a couple madly in-love, did you really misread the whole situation?

As you walked through campus on your way to the lecture, you tried to not think about the couple and you tried to distract yourself from the strange feeling, reminding yourself of the excitement of today. Today was the day you could finally talk to Hoseok (cue you giggling and hiding your face). You could finally get to know him beyond what you see in the lectures, beyond the brief mentions about him in passing conversations with Yoongi, beyond his dance performances, beyond your fleeting exchanged glances. You finally will know Hoseok as a friend, or maybe something more (tee-hee). 

Just before you start to daydream (or as Yoongi would say: delude) about the potential conversations with Hoseok. You feel yourself still at the shattering sound beneath your feet. When you look down, you feel that odd feeling creep throughout your body; you accidentally crushed a pair of glasses on the ground. You don’t know why you remain staring at the broken lens (you also realise they are one of those expensive Ray Bans - yikes sorry to the owner). After you stood there for what felt like an eternity, it hit you why they look odd: they were rose-tinted glasses. 

You just broke a pair of rose-tinted glasses.

Huh.

The distraction caused you to arrive 2 minutes late for the lecture, having to sit on one of the only available seats right at the front of the lecture hall (no OSP today guys). Much to your sadness, this meant you were not able to sneak any glances at the man and his beautiful side profile. :(

Maybe it was the fact you didn’t have Hoseok to distract you or maybe it was the strange feeling that made you really listen to your professor without your usual optimistic bias. But you finally realise how lowkey (highkey) misogynistic your professor was about his wife.

“Now, as an example of positive reinforcement, I can’t help but talk about a perfect one from my own experiences. I’ve talked about my endless efforts to win my lovely wife over, the gestures, the flowers, the compliments. But now that I’ve won her heart, she associates me with all that lovey-dovey stuff so I don't need to do any of that anymore! Like, why bother doing anything extra when she’s already fulfilling her role and doing all my laundry? This type of conditioning gets you an endless supply of clean underwear! Or is that too problematic to say these days? Am I going to get cancelled?” Your professor laughs.

You feel your mouth gape in pure shock (and cringe), as your ears pick up the awkward and fake laughs throughout the lecture hall.

Huh. That wasn’t very romantic.

The professor continues on and leaves you with a sour taste in your mouth. That strange feeling intensifies throughout you for the rest of the hour and carries on until lunch.

- 

As you joined the group of people, you took a seat and offered smiles in response to everyone’s greetings. You noticed Hoseok had not arrived yet, and you tried not to react when you heard Namjoon, one of Jimin’s friends, complaining about his professor holding Hoseok back. From the 15 minutes you spend sitting with them, you deduce that Jimin’s friends are really nice: Namjoon was particularly endearing and Taehyung was charmingly entertaining. If it weren’t for the strange feeling nagging at you, you’d be more talkative, but instead, you could only muster occasional contributions to the conversation.

Feeling a nudge from your friend Molly next to you, you turned to her as she quietly asked if you were okay, worried because of your unusual silence. You quickly offer an excuse about stress from your group presentation and she nods, not entirely convinced. You also feel a brief comforting squeeze from your other friend, Lia, beside you. However, they both know you well enough to know that they shouldn’t press anything further. You meekly look around the table and you notice Yoongi already looking at you, a hint of concern forming on his face. You tried to reassure him with a big smile to indicate you are perfectly fine, but you could tell he wasn’t convinced. Curse your friends and their perceptiveness. But before he could press further, Jimin, being the angel that he is, distracts him with something funny on his phone, and you find yourself zoning out of the conversation.

“Well, I thought the movie was very good!” Taehyung argues.

“Of course you would think that movie was good, Tae,” Namjoon scoffs, “It was right up your hipster alley, a failed attempt at a romance movie disguised by some weird, unconventional filming techniques.”

Your attention snapped back when Taehyung gasped loudly.

“Failed attempt?” Taehyung repeats with disbelief, “I’ll have you know, that movie was the epitome of romance!”

“Tae, the most romantic thing about that movie was that it was caring enough to only put us through 1 hour of it,” Namjoon deadpans.

Chuckling spread around the table, leaving you a bit confused. You don’t even know what movie they’re talking about.

“Don’t talk about romance in front of Y/n guys” Lia teases, “We won’t hear the end of it, especially so close to Valentine’s day.”

Suddenly, all the attention is on you, your friends fondly looking at you, ready for your usual response. Normally, you’d play along and potentially bond with Taehyung over whatever movie this is. But instead, you stutter, unsure on how to respond.

“Well-” You start, before being interrupted.

“Oh my god, hey guys”, you hear from behind you, the voice slightly out of breath.

As everyone greets him back, you feel Lia, who was sitting next to you, shuffling to her left, making space for Hoseok to sit down. Next to you.

Instantly, the strange mood seems to dissipate into thin air. Omg he’s sitting next to you! Being a bit shy, you stay frozen, not turning around to look at the man. You feel yourself start to smile at the feeling of him next to you, and you nearly unconsciously moan at how good this man smells. Have some dignity Y/n, you think to yourself.

“Sorry I’m late, my meeting was supposed to be only 30 minutes but the professor went over an hour,” he laughs out, then looks towards his friend and his boyfriend, “I hope the in-law’s meeting is going well.”

Everyone around the table, including you, laughs, assuring him that it’s going well. You can’t help but let out a dreamy sigh - he’s so hot. Hoseok proceeds to go around to learn the names of the new faces, saying a nice to meet you to Lia, jokingly reintroducing himself to Yoongi (apparently they’re actually friends), and then mentioning to Molly that he is pretty sure they are in the same assignment group for one of his classes. Your face breaks out in a smile with how well he gets on with everyone. He is just so bright and sociable, you can’t help but feel your heart warm at the thought.

Finally, you muster the courage to turn towards him, intending to break the ice with the weird comment your professor said in the morning lecture but Hoseok starts before you.

He starts with the same gut-wrenchingly gorgeous smile,

“And what’s your name?”

Oh…

You feel yourself speechless at the question, colour draining in your face. If this was any other day and if this was anyone else, you would tease saying you’ve met before, joke about him already asking that question, maybe even fake hurt and dramatically ask if you were really that forgettable. But it did hurt, and you don’t feel like you have it in you to embarrass yourself, so instead you introduce yourself again.

For the third time.

“I’m Y/n”, you reply with a tense smile.

“Well it’s really nice to meet you!” He beams.

Throughout the entire lunch, silence envelops you like a suffocating blanket, muffling the chatter around you. All your senses are surrounded by Hoseok, yet he doesn’t even seem to notice you. You watch him interact effortlessly with others, his eyes light up with warmth and his smiles so familiar, you once believed they were reserved solely for you. But now, you realise those looks and smiles are merely part of his default demeanour, unfairly extended to everyone without second thought. The realisation cuts straight through you.

It’s not that he intentionally excludes you; he offers small nods and fleeting smiles of acknowledgements when your eyes meet. He just doesn’t fully register your presence or, better put, is interested in your presence more than he’s interested in anyone else. You don’t know what’s worse. Either way, the pang of insignificance hurts you deep as you sit there feeling like an idiot.

Meanwhile, your friends are engrossed in getting to know everyone else, and for the first time, you don’t bother deciphering the subtle exchanges between Molly and Taehyung, or analyse how well they bounce off each other, jokingly debating about something. Instead, you feel a bit irked by the sight of Jimin and Yoongi being so shyly cute with each other.

And it’s when Lia’s friendly tease prompts Hoseok to playfully poke her cheek, just like he did with you, you quietly stand up, wanting nothing more but to leave. The table suddenly grows quiet, your feigned excuse about seeing your professor being the only thing that is heard. After giving your friends a pointed look that says ‘please don’t follow me’, you pack your uneaten lunch and make a hasty exit, ignoring the worried gazes of your friends.

The truth hits you like a bus - he didn’t even know who you were. He treats everyone with the same warmth and friendliness, all those supposed shared moments weren’t special at all. You just convinced yourself they were, romanticising all those supposed connections to mean something. Did your brain really deluded you into thinking your foolish crush on him was actually requited?

Perhaps Yoongi was right about you. Unrealistic. Delusional. Now that you think about it, probably needs to be served with a restraining order. You didn’t just imagine that Hoseok was interested in you too but you also imagined that he actually knew who you were.

You feel like a fool.

As you fight back tears from spilling from your eyes, you trudge home, neglecting your next lecture. You’ll catch up on it later.

As you quietly slip away, a concerned silence settles over the group. Your friends exchange glances, each wondering if anyone knows what might be troubling you.

“Is she okay?” Namjoon breaks the silence, his brows furrowing with genuine concern as the group’s gaze follows your retreating figure.

“I actually don’t know…” Molly answers, her voice laced with worry, “She was so quiet. She said something earlier about a presentation but I know she doesn’t have anything like that coming up, so…”

“Shit, I should’ve said something earlier”, Yoongi mumbles with a loud sigh, reaching for his phone to send a message in your group chat.

Are you okay? Are you going back to the house? We’ll come meet you - yoongi

“We should go check on her.” Lia suggests, already rising from her seat, with Molly and Yoongi following suit.

Just then, the group’s phones all ping. Yoongi instantly reads the notification

I’m fine! I just have a headache :( - y/n

Don’t you dare move away from that table, Yoongi. You guys better have fun for me! I’ll see you guys at the house! - y/n

With a small scoff, Yoongi is about to ignore your pleas and continue to pack his things but then the phone pings again.

Please don’t come meet me - y/n

As Yoongi reads your last message, he sits down with a dejected sigh, everyone watching him curiously. The other two pull their phones out to read the messages, also sitting back down.

“I think she just wants to be alone.” Yoongi clarifies.

“Are you guys sure?” Jimin cautiously asks, “We don’t mind if you guys have to go.” 

The other three men agree with Jimin, their concerns evident. Reluctantly, Yoongi shakes his head and assures the group that they don’t need to leave, mentioning that he’ll talk to you later at the house. Silence descends on the table once more.

“I hope everything’s alright,” Jimin voices, “maybe something happened during her classes?”

“No, she only had that intro to psych lecture this morning and she always mentions how that’s pretty chill,” Molly dismisses, looking down deep in thought.

“Oh, I’m in that class” Hoseok suddenly interjects, drawing everyone’s attention, “I didn’t notice anything unusual.”

“Yeah, I forgot you’re in that class” Yoongi remarks, “I’m surprised you haven’t run into her.”

Hoseok nods silently. Suddenly, realisation dawns on him. He knew you looked familiar - you’ve literally spoken before. He guesses he didn’t remember cause it was a long time ago, and he never sees you in the lecture hall. Perhaps you always sit in the back? Now guilt weighs on him, remembering your face earlier. Your eyes lit up in familiarity and a cute smile grew on your face, until he asked for your name. Then you looked embarrassed, your eyes slightly dimming. He didn’t recognise you. Hoseok falls silent, consumed by his thoughts.

“Well,” Jimin starts, trying to steer the conversation in a more positive direction, “I hope she’s okay! You always talk about Y/n so I can’t wait to get to know her.”

Yoongi smiles warmly at Jimin, appreciating the attempt to lighten the mood.

“Yeah, Yoongi talks about how endearing Y/n is,” Jimin continues, addressing his friends, “I actually met her once before! I think she got stuck in the library doors, and I helped her out. I was so surprised because most people would be really embarrassed but she was so grateful and optimistic. It really threw me off guard. No idea why she would be friends with you, Yoongi”

The conversation shifts and the table bursts out in laughter as Yoongi rolls his eyes playfully. 

“No, really, sometimes she’s the complete opposite of you, Yoons,” Lia adds with excitement, “I literally remember when Molly was ordering our drinks and started to argue with one of the guys at the bar, so we were gonna go over and help her. But, Y/n stopped us, insisting that they were clearly just flirting. Then, Yoongi and Y/n started bickering about whether or not they were about to fight or kiss. Then all of a sudden we heard a scream and realised Molly threw her drink on him and they started to fight.”

“I’ll never forget Y/n’s face,” Yoongi heartedly laughs, reminiscing the incident, “I’ve never seen her more mortified.”

Everyone joins in the laughter. Hoseok looks around, noting how just the thought of you brightens your friend’s faces.

“Oh my God, that day got us banned from that place!,” Molly added, “I swear, she can romanticise anything.”

“Sounds like Taehyung with that atrocious ‘romance’ movie”, Namjoon jokes, earning a playful jab from the man.

“That’s it, someone bring Y/n back. I need someone to back me up on this”, Taehyung jokingly whines, eliciting more laughter, “I’ll force her to be my new movie buddy.”

“As long as it’s a romance movie, she won’t need much convincing”, Lia adds.

“With the movies Tae enjoys, we can only pray for her”, Namjoon sarcastically comments, dodging another hit from Taehyung.

“Well, Y/n finds joy and beauty in most things,” Yoongi starts, his eyes softening as he reflects on your unique perspective “I’m jealous of her, she can find love in anything and everything.”

The table falls into momentary silences, Yoongi’s words hanging in the air. Hoseok’s gaze flickers with intrigue as he processes the sentiment. His perception of you subtly shifts when Lia, with a mischievous grin, adds,

"Well, she loves love".

So you have actually decided you hate love.

Upon arriving home, you collapse onto your bed, letting your tears flow freely. You found yourself unable to stop crying. You don’t know if it's from the sheer humbling experience or the sorrow of mourning your imagined relationship with Hoseok. You just couldn't believe that he would do that to you? After everything you’ve imagined been through?

For the remainder of the week, you choose to avoid your university commitments, wallowing in self-pity within the safe confinement of your bedroom. Despite sharing a house with your three friends, you surprisingly succeed in avoiding conversation with them. Occasionally, when you attempt to sneak out to use the toilet, you find sweet treats left at your bedroom door - a silent reminder that they’re there whenever you’re ready to talk. But three whole days pass without a word. You even miss Valentine’s day.

On Thursday, a knock interrupts your solitude, and you fully intend to ignore it, not yet ready to face the outside world.

“Y/n, I’m coming in whether you like it or not, so you have 30 seconds to not be naked before I open this door.” Yoongi announces from outside, anticipating your refusal.

“Come in.” he hears you mumble from inside.

He enters to find you cocooned in your blanket on the bed. You both share a silent gaze and Yoongi’s heart aches at the sight of your eyes slowly filling up with tears. As your lips start to quiver, about to burst out in tears, Yoongi rushes over and envelops you in his arms.

Yoongi isn’t known for giving hugs, but as you sob into his shirt, you realise he should do it more often; he’s a really good hugger. And in the second that you feel your friend give you a comforting kiss on the crown of your head, you let go completely.

Yoongi remains silent the whole time you reveal your crush on Hoseok. The only sign you know he is still listening is when he tightens his grasp on you whenever your story elicits harder sobs. Yoongi knows its best to not say or question anything, especially when you start blubbering about some acronym he’s never heard of (something about an OPM), which means 2 rows behind and 10 seats to the left? He decides to not probe further, understanding that right now you just need someone to listen.

"I’m so stupid, I should've known this would have happened, I always get carried away, I always do this,” You sob tiredly, messily wiping your snotty nose, “I need to stop being like this, I think there’s something actually wrong with me Yoongi. I feel like a complete idiot”

Through your swollen eyes, you see him shake his head.

“No, Y/n, stop it. You’re not stupid, you’re not an idiot, there’s nothing wrong with you, and you definitely don’t need to stop being you.” Yoongi scolds, pulling you in for another hug.

“B-but you even said it yourself, I’m unrealistic with these things,” You choke before bursting out into full-on wails, “I made myself believe that he actually liked me back and he didn’t even know I existed.”

You both remain hugging for a while, and with the feeling of Yoongi soothingly rubbing your back, your sobs gradually calm down.

"You know," Yoongi begins quietly, "I love you and I love that you love love because your love for love pushed me to try to be with someone I'm in love with. Only you could've done that.”

The room falls quiet as you digest his words..

“And I also hate how many times I said love in that sentence"

"You said it at least 6 times" you sniffle, smiling up at your friend, “Thank you, Yoons.”

He mirrors your smile.

“Don’t even mention it.” He says, pulling you in for a side hug, “And to hell with that man. Surely if he doesn’t even appreciate my best friend, he’s not worth it. What’s even so great about him?! Huh?” He shouts out, as you let out a small sniffing giggle.

"He's got really great cheekbones", you start, and a beat of silence passes as Yoongi meekly agrees.

"Yeah, he does.”

In an attempt to cheer you up, Yoongi invites you to join him and Jimin for lunch on Sunday before your shift, promising a rather unconventional third-wheel experience. Despite your initial hesitations, as you watch the undeniable cuteness between them, your temporary barriers crumble, and you watch their interactions with joy and just the faintest tinie-wine hint of bittersweetness. Perhaps it’s because Jimin’s genuine concern for your well-being radiates comfort or maybe it’s his angelic aura, you find yourself confiding in him about your crush on Hoseok.

As you share your sorrows with the two men in front of you, you release a sigh of relief as he takes in the information with nothing but open-mindedness and kindness. His reassurance and comfort that Hoseok’s forgetfulness is not a reflection of you, but rather a quirk of his character - or, as Jimin admits, an annoyance - brings you comfort, leaving you feeling better as you make your way to work. 

Throughout the rest of your shift, a sense of peace settles within you. Perhaps, deep down, there’s a part of you that just thrives on romance and love, a factor ingrained in your disposition. As you clean tables, you come to the realisation: who cares if romance seems a bit elusive to you right now? It undeniably exists in the world, evident all around you. In your friends, in love songs, and even in those silly magnet socks. And that brings you happiness - a fact made abundantly clear by the joy you feel knowing your friend is experiencing it. 

Maybe, just maybe, it’s just not your time, and you muster the courage to admit, with a shaky exhale, that perhaps Hoseok simply wasn’t meant to be that person for you.

But you don’t dwell on that thought for too long, getting distracted by your divorced regular walking in with a new woman.

- 

You stride to your Monday lecture actually feeling really great. I mean, you acquired a new friend (Jimin <3), you have a feeling Molly may have a little thing for Taehyung (which you’ll undoubtedly observe with unsolicited interest at lunch), and your Sunday regular (who strangely moved on from a whole marriage in just a week) still gives good tips. You feel ecstatic even.

On your way to your lecture, you pause briefly. Your eyebrows furrow at the sight of two rats sitting together on a bench, their tails somehow strangely interlocking. It was oddly and bizarrely romantic, prompting you to send a picture in the groupchat. For once, everyone actually agreed, even Yoongi.

So, who cares if you romanticise things? It got you this far, even through countless 9am lectures - a victory for someone with your habit of missing lectures. Perhaps you could still appreciate Hoseok's face, it's still a gorgeous face. And besides, when you really think about it, you don't actually know anything about him! He might actually be an awful person! You try to tell yourself that, but there’s still a small part of your heart that remains unconvinced.

You enter the lecture hall surprisingly 10 minutes early, say goodbye to OSP, hello to sitting wherever the fuck you want (which is kind of a relief considering Hoseok tended to sit really far behind and you really struggled to see the board sometimes).

Absorbed in Yoongi’s latest post of him and Jimin, you’re startled by a familiar voice beside you.

"Is this seat taken?"

Oh?

You look up to see the devastatingly handsome ray of sunshine himself, gesturing to the seat where your bag is on. You try not to inwardly scream at how good he looks. He’s wearing glasses you’ve never seen before and a really fluffy looking red jumper, which just makes him look so boyfriend and so, so gorgeous.

"No, it's not actually", you hesitantly move your bag and offer a polite smile.

You watch him sit down next to you and give you another earth-shaking smile, to which you offer a timid one back. You curse your heart for speeding up.

Don't get your hopes up, Y/n.

In order to distract yourself, you look down at your phone again and answer some messages from your family, unaware of Hoseok stealing glances at you. 

He notices just how cute your nose is, how sparkly your eyes are when you gleefully read whatever is on your screen. He is a bit embarrassed to admit how much he would love to know how to make the corners of your lips move upwards like that. He also notes his sudden urge to grab your attention away from your screen and onto something else. Or maybe someone else.

He also feels the need to giggle and scream into a pillow. Huh.

Before he opens his mouth to make conversation and apologise for what happened last week, the professor begins his lectures, interrupting his chance.

As the lecture progresses, your professor makes another weird ‘joke’ about his wife, which makes you halt your note taking to stare at him in disbelief.

"I’m so surprised his wife hasn’t left him yet" Hoseok whispers to you.

You giggle at the remark, your head instinctively dipping down to avoid drawing attention. Hoseok's eyes brighten at the sound of your laugh, completely captivated by the sound. If you looked at him at this moment, you would notice that his face lit up much more than usual, a glint of endearment painting his smile. Your eyes meet, and for a moment, time stands still. You’re struck with how breathtakingly pretty he looks up close, it’s almost unfair. Your eyes are drawn to details you never noticed before - like the charming mole on his lips that makes you <3 (also ignites the desire to kiss it).

Although you know the lesson from the past week was that you can sometimes be delusional in your romanticising, but this time you are 100% sure you see it objectively: Hoseok briefly looks down at your lips before meeting your gaze again. It’s clear you didn’t imagine it, as you catch a sudden look of embarrassment wash over his face as if he got caught out. That’s because he did just get caught out.

You both look away from each other’s eyes, the intensity of the moment becoming a bit too overwhelming. But you both continue to sit together in silence, your shoulders brushing, with wide, bashful smiles plastered on your faces. The same thoughts (or lack thereof) swirling in both of your minds:

Tee-hee.

a/n: tee-motherfucking-hee :) Thank you for reading!

[waywardangel-wilds]

Most unhinged HC about post-MJ everlark?

Hmmm I don’t know. I feel like my hcs are pretty tame. Let me write down my most silly ones:

No.1: they gossip together. They GAB. They love to talk shit at home.

No.2: Katniss has a jealous fit over something or someone and Peeta which Peeta reacts to with confusion and then laughs about it for years. “Hey Katniss, remember when—” “SHUT UP.”

No.3: Peeta’s on a mission to have sex everywhere he’s ever wanted to in his fantasies. All furniture. In the woods. In the bakery. They would do the school too but the chances of getting arrested and traumatizing someone are too high. Oh and in Peeta’s new-to-him truck too.

No. 4: Peeta cannot be normal about sports. As the volunteer coach he’s gotten complaints but no one is brave enough to tell him to stop being so annoying outright. Imagine Katniss watching in the background with sunglasses and a smirk during a sunny day.

No. 5: Peeta and Katniss enjoyed doing the whole “polishing my gun” routine (but without an actual gun lol) for their daughter’s first boyfriend.

No. 6: Katniss cannot be normal about Peeta on the days after they sleep together for the first time. She wants to do it all the time. When they go out in public it’s kind of obvious by her face alone what she’s thinking about. It makes construction crews laugh and elderly ladies raise their eyebrows. Haymitch laughed so hard he choked and slapped his knee. Called her a starving dog and Peeta the unfortunate piece of meat in her path. Peeta does not care, he’s getting lots of liquids in, he can do this.

No. 7: if Finnick had survived he’d be the most no-boundaries friend ever. He’d just show up unannounced all the time. Picture him in flip flops and a Hawaiian shirt ready to use Peeta and Katniss’s nonexistent grill. The friendship would be immaculate. He’d be the glue who’d form the victors friend group: Jo, Peeta, Katniss, Annie and Finnick. He’d force them all to get on his boat all the time. He’d introduce Peeta to rum just to watch his face get all pink. He’d see Katniss like this little-sister best friend type but he’d still make dirty jokes at her cause she’ll never be able to handle those. Him and Jo are the best duo. Bro should have lived.

No. 8: Katniss, at 38, can still miss the point when someone tells her a dirty joke which her friends LOVE. she’s frequently like “what are you talking about?” And everyone just laughs. Also, Katniss is so used to Peeta just getting her that when her friends complain about their husbands not listening, or not understanding her honest reaction is: “just break up???” And everyone is like “girl, it’s not that serious. You just have the perfect husband.”

No. 9: Katniss cried one time when her daughter said she didn’t want to play with her anymore because who wants to play with their mom when they could just go outside and play with their friends. Peeta found her sobbing over a tray of cookies and tried not to laugh because it really isn’t that serious. It’s totally okay for ten year olds to want to be outside, but Katniss was still like “she doesn’t like me 😭”

No. 10: Where Peeta was a hopeless romantic who only ever wanted to be with one girl Peeta’s son goes through girls like water. It’s what Peeta yells about in the car when it’s just him and the boy. “Why?! Be respectful! I didn’t raise you like this!” I’m a believer in that the toastbabies are nothing like their parents. They’re their own unique ppl with the ability of driving both their parents up the wall. I looove thinking about them being teenagers and rebelling. Their kids grew up in a mansion, they’re gonna have a fun rebellion haha.

[npookie0]

luca x reader x feli fic :3?

Sure :D

And historians call them friends.

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"But Feli I want to stay with you and play." Luca's voice sounded from the speakers. "Also with Y/N, you know like buddies do." The literal golden retriever wanted to ditch a bonfire for the two of you. Both you and Feli just groaned, but you also chuckled.

"Jeez, you're such a hypocrite Luca."

"Yeah Y/N is right, you're so annoying, but whatever we can play." Feli sighed. "You will play too right Y/N?" Her voice softened slightly.

"I would never miss our game night!" You exclaimed happily, which was followed by Luca's loud "Hell yeah!" You chuckled to yourself, he was really like a dog, a cute one at that.

What. Cute? Luca??? Hell no, he's just your homie, both him and Feli, you're just great friends and nothing more. Right? Right???

"Jesus fuck, you three are so fucking hopeless, I'm leaving before this sappy collage bullshit will affect me." Ronin said, only now did the three of you realise that he still was on the call with you. Oops.

"What the hell dude, we're just friends, you're delusional." Luca said in the most defensive words ever.

"Exactly, the three of us are great friends." Feli joined him.

Their words made your heart ache. Huh? No, no. You are totally chill, they're right. You three are just buddies, zero romantic feelings whatsoever.

That game night was great, the three of you had a lot of laughs, made new inside jokes and just spent an amazing time together. You always had such a great time with them, it made your heart beat faster. Faster because of excitement of course! Why else ahaha. You were just so happy to have amazing friends like them.

The three of you always spent a lot of time together, talked on video chat, played together, sometimes one of you started a call just to fall asleep while the other two were talking. That's just what friends do, right?

So why did Misaki, Angel and the other called the three of you a throuple? Ronin left snarky remarks about your guys' talking stage, and V literally said that he doesn't wish to get in the middle of your love lives. What was wrong with them? Your friendship was obviously platonic...

Months had passed, it was February and you were having mixed feelings. You really loved being friends with Feli and Luca, but are they just friends for you? Your cheeks turned hot every time you heard Feli's cute laugh, or Luca's tries to rizz you two up in a bromance kind of way. You almost could hear your heartbeat and swore that other people could hear it too.

Why are your feelings so complicated? They just want to be friends, that's obvious... or do they? You spent a lot of time thinking about it, the server was kind of right. The three of you act like some kind of lovebirds, but maybe that's just the dynamic you have? Or maybe you are just three blind idiots who are scared to admit their feelings.

"Gahh this is so fucking complicated!" You groaned and fell onto your bed. "What should I do?" You whispered to yourself and took a deep breath.

You can confess, Valentines are here soon anyway, so it's little dumb confession just in time for the love holiday, just perfect. Okay, you can confess, but what if they don't feel the same? Well, you can just copy V's coping mechanism for whenever he feels embarrassed, get caught by the police or go into the verge of murder. Ah yes, such beautiful options!

"Fuck it, I will confess. If even V thinks that me and them are a thing, then maybe the whole server is right." You murmured and sat up, you opened your laptop - yeah you keep it on your bed, you have to be ready for the falling asleep calls! You opened your small group chat with Feli and Luca and took a deep breath before typing.

<@Y/N>: Can we hop on call now?

You didn't have to wait long for an answer, the two dummies were already online and Luca started the call.

"Yo, what's up dude?" You could hear the sound of crashing waves from Luca's side. He was probably at the beach after training with his surfer buddies. Damn he must've looked so goddamn cute with his hair all wet and messy. Shut up stupid mind! it's serious, let's drool some other time.

"Yes, what is the matter Y/N?" Soon the voice that you knew so well joined in. Feli with her unironically cute French accent was just like music to your ears. Seriously, why is your heart beating so fucking loud?

"Uh... so, it will sound weird but..." You paused and took a deep breath. "I, I think that I may be in love with you two." There you go! You spilled your guts, now it's only time for the crashing landing and Luca's bullying for the next weeks, yay.

You waited for an answer, but there was a long pause.

Do they hate you know? Are they so not in love with you nor each other that they will never talk to you ever again?

Your mind was a mess, you almost clicked the hang-up button, but Luca's voice was faster.

"Oh shit, shit, oh fuck! Dude why does it make so much sense?! I think that the old folks were right and I may also have a thing for the two of you." His words were almost not understandable, he was speaking so fast and loud at the same time. He sounded kinda scared and excited at the same time? Well, now it's time for Feli, and she was really quiet.

"Feli? Are you... are you not feeling the same way?" You broke the silence, your heart breaking at the thought.

"No, it's not it." She paused. "I am not as amazing as the two of you, I'm not outgoing I can't... I can't do as much as you can do. You two would fit better together without me." She stopped talking.

"Dude what...?"

"Feli, for the love of God. We've been friends for like forever at this point! We talk, play and do stuff all the time! If we can do it as friends then why not as, well a throuple?" The word tasted strange, almost foreign on your tongue, but it was positive strange? You sighed. "Your disability isn't a problem for us Feli, we love you for you... But do you feel the same?

The seconds when Feli hesitated to answer felt like Hell, you just wanted to know if both feelings were mutual or is it just you and Luca being idiots.

"Then, yes. I do feel the same way." Her voice softened and you could hear Luca's excited sounds as he shouted from happiness.

"Hell yeah dude! i have two cool partners now! Wait, are we even dating?"

"Christ, you're so dumb Luca." You replied and Feli just laughed.

And this is how your wonderful love life began, now the server hated you three even more. Especially on monthly anniversaries, birthdays or love related holidays. You were so sappy and sickly sweet that it was unbearable for the other killers.

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Made it short bc I'm a short ho /j

Hope you enjoyed -N<3

[steveinscarlet]

In celebration of Steve's birthday, here is a list of songs that were important to him. These are all songs that either he or Lorelei named as favourites of his, or that played a significant role in his life. I hoped this was going to turn out really happy, but our boy really liked sad songs so it's a bit of a mixture

@littlemissheavenonearth is trying to make an Apple music playlist that people can listen to, so will update if that happens

1) How many more times - Led Zeppelin

The song that inspired him to 'throw the classic guitar out the window' and pick up an electric

2) Free bird - Lynyrd Skynyrd

Steve's audition piece for Leppard

3) Heroes - David Bowie

A song about a love that can't last - I wonder who he had in mind when he listened to this?

4) Travelin' band - Creedence Clearwater Revival

A big John Fogerty fan, he once asked him for an autograph pretending it was for someone else rather than admit it was for himself

5) Under pressure - Queen & David Bowie

This one didn't come with an explanation, but it's maybe obvious why he liked it

6) Where have all the good times gone - The Kinks

🙁

7) Goodness gracious me - Peter Sellers & Sophia Loren

A silly song that he would sing as a duet with Lorelei - he loved doing funny voices

8) Because the night - Patti Smith Group

Aw, he's a hopeless romantic

9) Merry Christmas Mr Lawrence - Ryuichi Sakamoto

He collected soundtracks and hoped to compose for film and theatre after Leppard's popularity waned

10) Wonderland - Big Country

Steve really related to the lyrics of this song. I think it speaks to his troubles, but also his hopes for a better future. And you will take my hand, And be with me in wonderland

[ink-flavored]

for any of the anthology characters <3:

😍Do they like romance? Have they always hated the idea, or are they a swooning hopeless romantic?

🖤What’s the hardest part of love for them?

💜Do they have a “type” of person they tend to date?

💦Is it super obvious when they have feelings for someone, or are they a master at hiding it?

🏃‍♂️Is anybody their “one that got away”? Have they ever “gotten away” from someone else?

well there are only two named characters over both anthologies right now because....i got obsessed with Harlan and Yvonne very fast ddasfdghf

so i'll just do those two!

😍Do they like romance? Have they always hated the idea, or are they a swooning hopeless romantic?

Harlan isn't hopeless, but he does like romance. He likes dates and kisses and the idea of having one person to rely on is comforting.

Yvonne swings closer to hopeless romantic, mostly because she's too nervous most of the time to participate herself. Indulging in romantic fantasy and imagining what it would be like to be swept off her... hooves was her one way of participating in love until she met Harlan.

🖤What’s the hardest part of love for them?

For Harlan, it's being vulnerable for sure. He doesn't like it, it's embarrassing, and ruins his Chill Cool Guy image. But you know, the mortifying ordeal of being known etc. etc. He's working on it.

For Yvonne, it's trust. She has a very hard time trusting other people, even nice people, because of horse anxiety, but also because like... for the first 20-something years of her life she lived with the same group of people and only saw "out-group" individuals a few times a year—must less spoke to them regularly. Despite living in the city for several years, it's hard to unlearn that level of isolation.

💜Do they have a “type” of person they tend to date?

Yvonne has never dated anybody, so not really, but the type of person she tends to be attracted to is pretty consistent. She admires extroverted, outgoing types because they seem impossibly cool and carefree from her anxious perspective. No points for guessing how this relates to Harlan.

Having grown up in a very satyr environment, Harlan's type tends to be "yes", but for romantic prospects he gets a little more specific. He goes for the "ethereal beauty" types, majestic and eye-catching. Being a Clydesdale, it is hard not for Yvonne to be majestic and eye-catching, even when she's not trying.

💦Is it super obvious when they have feelings for someone, or are they a master at hiding it?

Perhaps surprisingly, Harlan is terrible at hiding romantic feelings. All of his chill instantly evaporates and he becomes shy and can't help stuttering over every word. When he tries to hide it, it just becomes more obvious, because he overshoots it every time into "HAHA I'M SO NORMAL!!! RIGHT??"

Yvonne is so nervous all the time that she's able to camouflage her romantic nerves with all the normal horse anxiety. When Yvonne gets awkward and quiet and won't stop staring at her hands you go, yeah that's how she regularly is, must be a bad anxiety day. And technically you're not wrong!!!

🏃‍♂️Is anybody their “one that got away”? Have they ever “gotten away” from someone else?

Yvonne left her herd and everyone she'd ever known, including one close friend that had feelings for her, but wasn't willing to leave the herd behind for an unknown amount of time—considering Yvonne's goals, it may mean many years if not forever. She knew about these feelings, but didn't feel comfortable being in a relationship when she still had so much personal growth to do, both transition-wise and other things, so... it just never happened.

For Harlan, not really. All his relationships have been pretty straightforward, and he's never been left feeling like a relationship didn't meet its potential.

[try out my 100 question romance & love ask game]

[surejimmyj]

i. in persuasion nation - george saunders // ii. 1984 - george orwell // iii. "one of my turns" - pink floyd

(james mcavoy, 45, cis man, he/him ) — Look who it is! If you take a look at our database, you’ll find that JAMES "JIMMY" JASPER is a FACTORY HEAD/COUNCILMAN that works in SECTOR 8. That must be why they’re HEADSTRONG and HOSTILE. If you ask me, they remind me of calloused hands after a long day's work, bruised knuckles from fighting another wall, me vs. them. They are affiliated with THE DEMOCRATIC COUNCIL.

QUICK FACTS:

full name: james "jimmy" joshua jasper

date of birth: march 30th, 2130

zodiac big three: aries sun,

gender & pronouns: cis man & he/him

sexual + romantic orientation: straight. oh no.

ethnicity: white

nationality: scottish (or. well. what used to be scottish.)

religion: atheist

languages spoken: english (5), scots (3)

enneagram: 8w7

mbti: entj

temperament: choleric

alignment: neutral evil

ability: n/a

affiliation: the democratic council

task: breakdown

BACKSTORY

triggers: implications of child abuse, implications of alcoholism (it's only in one bullet and it's not actually alcoholism, but it could sound like it so! just taking extra precautions!), abuse of power

If you want Jimmy to just fucking hate your guts, all you have to do is call him 'James'!

He was an unwelcome mistake. His mother didn't realize she was already in her second trimester and, while she still could have aborted, his father saw this as an opportunity to... make a life with her. Debate raged, but they ultimately decided to keep the child and just see what would happen.

-> Which is how it works with all great parents, of course! Let's see what happens!

The first marked oddity was that... this boy was not a mutant. His parents weren't entirely sure how that side of the genetics worked, never really cared enough to learn, but they were both mutants -- and visible ones! But this kid was just a human!?

Let's see what happens? Well, what happened was they learned that they were not cut out to be parents. They hated that kid, they resented that kid, and they let that kid know it! Oh, how powerless he was to their anger!

At 15, James -- now only letting himself be called Jimmy, thank you very much! -- made a mad dash. As a human, he was not equipped to deal for the conditions that awaited him outside of the settlement... but he made a valiant effort, only to be bitten by some radioactive once-was-a-snake.

Luck seemed to be on his side, because he did not die! He had been found by a group of hunters, training newer recruits, and he was brought to their headquarters. When he awoke, they were all talking a big game about how fucking good they were -- all those stupid mutated animals didn't have shit on them! And one of the newer recruits...

-> Well, he was a boy, she was a girl, can I make it any more obvious?

He kind of just admired her from afar for a while, spending most of his time helping the group of hunters with their weapons and doing some grunt work for them. They'd taken him hunting a few times... but, every single time, he got a little too cocky and wound up getting bitten or stung or strangled or -- you get the point. Basically, the boy was confident and the boy was aggressive, but the boy was not cut out for hunting in wastelands.

When Jimmy was 18 and they both started Officially Getting Paid, he was like 'uwu do you maybe wanna be boyfriend/girlfriend' and she was like 'why not?'

Ah, young love! Young love that does not usually turn into marriage, but, as always, young Jimmy was confident and young Jimmy was determined and young Jimmy was secretly a hopeless romantic. So young Jimmy, only 20, proposed. He was like 'uwu do you maybe wanna spend the rest of our lives together' and she was like 'why not?'

A caveat came five years later. As difficult as it was to get word from other settlements, word did come from the settlement the majority of her family was in -- her mother was gravely ill.

-> Jimmy had never really asked why she was no longer with her family. She seemed to love them, only ever talked highly about them... but, uh... he'd find out.

He agreed to go to this 'Sol City,' but... he really, really, really relied on her. He had his own gun and artillery, but he wasn't half as well-trained -- and, do recall, he had a history of being overly confident in his skillset. Every now and again, they'd run into another hunter and would travel with them until said hunter couldn't continue. And they eventually made it! And Jimmy didn't die!

Well, when they made it... he learned why she had never really told him anything about her family beyond how kind they were.

-> 1) Everyone but her father was a mutant, and 2) Her mother had insisted her children stay in their previous settlement... which she knew would be another nail in Jimmy's 'mutants are bad >:(' coffin.

Jimmy tried, he really tried, to put on a smile and make an exception for her family. But, god, they were fucking disgusting.

In an attempt to ignore them as much as he could, he threw himself into his work. He was put in the mines at the beginning, but when the city learned of his experience with basically taking guns apart and putting them back together again, they moved him to the factory. He would occasionally request a transfer to jobs like textiles or waste disposal or grave-digger, just to really get a feel for everything in the sector, but would always return to the factory.

He had become so 'enamored' with his work, so consumed by it, that his wife was starting to grow impatient... and suspicious. When her mother died? He wasn't there. The funeral? He didn't say a thing, just drank the entire time. She knew about his parents, about his experience with mutated animals (and everything he heard the hunters and soldiers say about them), about everything that could make a person so easily hate that group. But, man, she thought he would try for her. He was the one who kept saying 'uwu'!

After many fights, Jimmy becoming sloppier throughout each of them, she finally threw in the towel when he started going on a tirade about how shitty her family was. She threw the ring and she left. And she did not come back.

He pretended nothing happened. Sure, he kept the ring, but he pretended nothing happened. Work was his wife now.

He had felt so powerless for so much of his life. His parents, doing grunt work for the hunters, being a little miner/factory worker/etc, so when he was offered a promotion? It went right to his head. And he wanted more power.

He put on a good show the year after his promotion when he decided to run for Council. No one knew Sector 8 quite as well as he did, and he really hammed it up -- he kissed mutant babies on the head (and insulted the parents when the camera went off), he pet mutant dogs (and insulted the owners when the camera went off), etc. etc. etc. And it fucking worked. And he decided to just rinse and repeat that same thing every election cycle.

All he really wants to do is abuse his power to the best of its ability! All he really wants to do is fuck over the mutant population as a whole, strip them of everything they've worked so hard to earn. It's been pretty easy in his factory -- treat them like shit, hire someone to trash their homes so the Councilman isn't seen doing that -- but he wants to do it on a grand scale! Come on, Leizu and Adonis -- you guys are both weird about mutants, back him up!

TIMELINE

BORN -- Unexpected and unwelcome. He was the child of two mutants who, when his mother learned she was pregnant, said 'eh, let's just see how it goes...'

CHILDHOOD -- It went terribly. They hated him and they made sure he knew that. It wasn't just due to his human status, though that was certainly a factor! Hopefully they never had any other children ever again <3

AGE 15 -- Decided he was done. Ran as far as he could, crossing the border of the settlement and stepping foot into their wastelands. He dashed and he dashed until he was bitten by a radioactive what-once-was-a-snake. He was stumbled upon by a group of hunters. They took him in and largely provided him with a home for the next few years of his life, provided he do their grunt work.

AGE 18 -- He looked at one of their recruits and he was like 'uwu do you wanna be boyfriend/girlfriend?' and she was like 'sure.'

AGE 20 -- He looked at his girlfriend and he was like 'uwu do you wanna spend the rest of our lives together?' and she was like 'sure.'

AGE 25 -- His wife gets word that her mother is gravely ill. He agrees to make the potentially perilous trip and... really relies on her for protection. Sure, he had his own gun and some artillery, but he had always had a problem with being a little too confident in wastelands... which always wound up getting him horribly injured. They ran into some hunters and soldiers along the way who would help them out. And, voila, they eventually made it to Sol City. And he learned why she never really told him much about her family other than how much she loved them: everyone, except for her dying mother, was a mutant. And she knew he hated them.

AGE 26-28 -- He got a job in Sector Eight and really threw himself into it in an attempt to ignore thinking about his wife's family. While he impressed his superiors, he did not impress his wife. He would miss important events, would show up late to others, would straight up ignore her...

AGE 29 -- The straw that broke the camel's back was when he was not there for her mother's death and did nothing but drink during the funeral. He was anything but a pillar of support and was in running for 'worst husband ever.' She threw her ring. She left. She never came back. And he pretended nothing happened.

AGE 30-33 -- Pretending nothing happened looked like throwing himself into work. Despite it being considered one of the less desirable sectors, he fucking loved it!

AGE 34 -- He was given a promotion. No more grunt work at the factories -- he was the factory head now!

AGE 36 -- That taste of power was intoxicating... and mistreating his factory workers was not enough. He threw his hat in for Councilman of Sector Eight and really hammed it up for the cameras. He did a great job at pretending to like the mutant population just as much as he liked the humans, talked a big game, all that stuff. And, being that so many workers from Sector Eight were prisoners, it was easy to wave away anyone who said he sucked!

AGE 37 -- He was elected Councillor for Sector Eight and, man, it's fucking awesome!

AGE 37 - PRESENT -- Continues hamming it up each election cycle. Continues mistreating his workers, namely the mutant ones. Continues having a hard-on for power. Should not be on the Council, but if Leizu and Adonis can make it on there? Well!

HEADCANONS

Probably the worst and least professionally dressed of all the Councillors. Again, he tries to ham things up when there's something important in the public eye going on, but at meetings and the like? What do you mean flannels and wife-beaters aren't professional attire?

Discussed this briefly with Gray -- he's in charge of all the betting on the underground fights that occurs in the prison (grammar is so weird) and concocts all the loopholes that force various prisoners, such as Fins, to do it if they want to keep some of their privileges.

-> Yes, we're finally going to get someone who doesn't like Fins beyond the money he can make for him <3

For all of his faults -- and there are way more faults than there are anything else -- he genuinely is a very hard-worker! Always has been! He likes that feeling of accomplishment he gets after a long, hard day. (But he likes power more, so :\)

He doesn't read much -- that would be silly! -- but his favorite book? 1984 by George Orwell! Talk about the perfect society! (This is also in assuming that books like this are still accessible afksjdh)

He is not very self aware, but... if he can say nothing else, he can say that he has learned he should never be as confident as he once was in wastelands!

At least Ihsan and Abel can blame their mutations, there's literally nothing stopping this guy from being even a halfway decent person, and yet...

Uses his power to get people in his sector to do some of his dirty work. I mentioned this in the backstory section, but my example will be paying someone -- preferably a human -- to go trash a mutant's house just for the hell of it.

-> I am going to make it known right now though that I do not plan on him doing anything violent to a mutant, at least anything that would be on the dashboard. He might be mean! He might be manipulative! He might abuse his power! If it's a fight fight, then sure, he might throw punches! But unprovoked violence towards mutants will never occur on the dash <3 Mutants may not be real (or are they...), but the allegory would make it a little too close... especially with what happened today, January 20th, in the USA. I hate it here!

CONNECTION IDEAS

His ex-wife 👀

Mutants in his sector who he is simply awful to, a la Fins <3 (love that I'm playing two sector eight mutants... if only he could be awful to them!)

Prisoners he is simply awful to <3

Fellow Councillors, obviously. I think there are still 2-3 sectors unclaimed, though!

Since he's secretly a romantic, he... has definitely still not moved on from his wife because he's stupid, but casual flings and hookups and all that are an option!

He can pretend to be nice (and will have to pretend to be nice in plenty of my interactions, namely so it's not the same thing over and over again), so friends!

Someone he is a terrible influence on <3 Maybe he starts to influence them to hate mutants <3 Maybe they're a man and he starts rubbing his toxic masculinity off on them <3 So many possibilities because he only has, like, two good qualities!

etc etc etc forever and ever amen

[bloodenkids]

Five characters, five tags

Jane Prentiss, The Magnus Archives: how many times have I listened to Hive? Too many. The past five to six months, she’s been a really strange comfort character for me because I see so much of myself in her. I too am the awkward witch woman who can’t keep friends and wants so desperately to be loved, feel useful and not like someone’s burden. I really can’t blame her for falling for the hive’s song considering I too would probably end up a nursery for wasp larvae. …except I usually prefer my corruption self-insert to have flowers instead of buggies. But… Mina the mun gets in her feels about Jane and is feeling about her currently

John Doe, Freddy’s Dead: he’s a blank slate, and that’s part of the charm, man. However, something else that’s just so wonderful about him is that he’s both the smartest member of the group and the dumbest. Most people focus on the dumbest because it seems the most obvious, but even if he got the wrong conclusion, he’s still the one who picked up all the clues everyone else ignored. Plus, he’s so trans coded, which is fun

Messers. Storm and Tender, American Murder Song: they have to share a space because they’re a package deal. I love a band with lore and I love historical recreation, which spawned my love for the first album. Plus the idea of immortal balladeers is just so funky fresh, and putting them with Cain from Abrahamic religions (made gender-fluid or a woman in this canon)? 10/10. We love making fun of dead people with the help of two dead people. Wish I’d discovered them before the Pandemic caused their indefinite hiatus 🙃

Caleb Widogast, Critical Role: comfort character central. I am the most anxious little gifted kid burnout bisexual weirdo, so I totally am relating to him. But also I want to smooch him? And Liam gives him a lovely voice and such a sad story with a beautiful arc. There’s something so comforting about seeing him heal enough to love people again. Jane helps me when I need to feel hopeless for a bit, Caleb helps me realize I’m not truly hopeless. I actually got one of those F/O or comfort character letters from him like two years ago and I read it when I feel low because that man has my hopeless romantic academic ass in a chokehold

Marius Renathyr, Legend of Avantris: another tortured dnd man I’m down bad for. You may see I have a type in fictional men. It was so hard to pick a favorite LoA character, but his vampiric ways and Arthurian knight references have entranced me. His flaws are so human even when technically they’re superhuman/inhuman, and it makes him such a compelling character to watch going through his trials, because unlike your typical Arthurian knight, he doesn’t have that support system, so his guilt festers and creates this gothic hero out of chivalry. Which. Two of my favorite tropes to play with, so blending them together is so fun.

Tagged by: @deafandstoned

Tagging: @oughtabeinpxctures , @phantomcurtaincall , @horrorsintern , @birdhouse-in-thesoul , @w-o-r-d-s--f-a-i-l :3

[iiratix]

MASTERLIST

Khun Aguero Agnis

Two Humans, One Fox and One Alligator Where there is an even number by one particular team. Ironically, it's a start to one particular journey up the tower

Rivarly or... Slavery? Where two regulars over the moon over one sly fox, unaware of the fact she had known of their adorable crush

Not a Khun Where self identification is often mistaken

Onwards Where an transmigrator seek an eternal happiness for her newfound family

Baam

Two Humans, One Fox and One Alligator Where there is an even number by one particular team. Ironically, it's a start to one particular journey up the tower

Rivarly or... Slavery? Where two regulars over the moon over one sly fox, unaware of the fact she had known of their adorable crush

Hopeless Where one certain regular showing an obvious sign of favoritism

White

Safe Place Where White is a hopeless one when it comes to a certain regular

Our Own Happily Ever After Where the vicious slayer planned something romantic for him and his beloved significant other

Enryu

A Favorable Child Where Y/n is Enryu's favorite child, who is told to follow the rebels who will overthrow the king from his throne.

May I have you hand in m— Ah, never mind Reason why it's a plausible explanation to not fall for Enryu's daughter

Khun Eduan

The Best Man Where Eduan has his own personal tailor girl

Are We Matching Yet? Where a coincidence leads into something much more than that

Ehwa

Jealousy Where a harmless relationship identified as a threat

Others

Creativity is boundless, is it not?

Fic #1

Fic #2

Fic #3

Speculation Where Iiratix considerate the possibility of this relationship

You're hurt— WAIT, NO, YOU'RE CRACKING!! Where there is more to meet than the eye itself

To Love Someone Where Ratix share their personal opinion regarding a toxic relation

RSA

Enemy Territory Where the loveable Prefect visited another school and the whole Night Raven College cause an entire ruckus of it

Haven Where a one day visit turns into a couple of days stay

Heartslabyul

Fright Where the Prefect give the entire group a test of courage, or in their case, worry

Savanaclaw

Fright Where the Prefect give the entire group a test of courage, or in their case, worry

Yuu

Replacement Where there's a new exchange student that replaced the Ramshackle student

Dorm Leaders

Select Your Prince Charming Where seven students destroy the original plot of a fairytale for the sake of one girl

Cater Diamond

Personality Where Cater feelings was a whole ride of rollercoaster

Ortho Shroud

Mutual Where Ortho got fed up by his brother timidness

Lilia Vanrouge

A Tale of Two Where Lilia couldn't help but remember the old tale between his and his longtime beloved

None

[teddyduchampsglasses]

hello I absolutely adore your writing!! I was wondering if you can maybe do a steven meeks X reader where they both have crushes on each other and it’s obvious to everybody else but them, and then maybe the poets can hatch a plan to get them together…? <3

Meeks X Reader Where They Both Have An Obvious Crush On Each Other

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The boys started to suspect something when they would watch some small transactions that went on between the two of you.

It first started when Charlie would catch you two sharing small, accidental glances during classes. You would peek over at Meeks, only to find that he was already secretly adoring you. And as soon as the two of you would lock eyes, that would end in the both of you embarrassingly looking away, all while blushing madly. Mr. Dalton didn’t think much of it at first, just chalking it up to mere coincidence, but as he witnessed it more frequently, he finally decided to bring it up to the others. Once Charlie shared this odd news, it only took one class to prove his statement correct. Because with in the first 10 minutes of math class, all the other poets had observed as this random phenomenon occurred. And that’s the first moment they all started to pair the two of you together.

There was no doubt they understood what they saw, it was obvious, the romantic feelings I mean. Those quick glances gave away every lingering feeling the two of you held. The emotions flashing in your eyes when ever you just simply stared at one another seemed to say it all. And this meant that your friend group of hopeless romantics quickly jumped at the chance of this slight romance, and not the mention the fact that these boys absolutely loved themselves a little bit of drama, so why not hype it all up. They would get together and talk about everything they might have possibly witnessed. It was like they were hosting their own, little meetings, just to gossip about the two of you and the possibility of a blossoming relationship. And after the first realization spread through out the group, they started to pay more attention to the two of you. And, just as they suspected, they immediately started to notice more odd, little things go on between the two of you.

The two of you always seemed to be laughing and giggling when together. But there was a difference between this laughter, and laughter shared between two friends. You would often hit his arm, obviously spacing everything and not thinking before you flirtatiously slapped the boy. Of course, you would always immediately go red after you noticed what had happened. Or, even worse, you might end up squeaking out the sentence “Meeks, you are so funny!” Yes, it was cheesy and all, but it was so adorable to watch the two of you flirt without even knowing. And Meeks wasn’t much better himself in those circumstances. He knew what he was doing, some how becoming the pinnacle of comedy when ever you were around? Suspicious if you ask me. Seeing you laugh over his silly jokes or slap his arm always made him want to just lean in and steal a kiss. But he always managed to control himself. He would never want to kiss you without knowing you shared the same feelings as him first. Even though you might have just about died if the Steven Meeks kissed you. But how was he supposed to know that? That you were starting to fall for him. I mean, you were also too scared to make the first move.

You loved when the two of you shared any sort of physical contact, whether it be a light brush of the hand or a slight bump as you’re walking side by side down the halls, something as simple as that seems to send your head spinning and your heart racing. But the most world stopping thing the ginger ever seems to do, what really turns your face red and gets your palms sweating, is when he pulls you into a hug. All though it’s rare, usually triggered by a scarce yet exciting situation, you value every occasion that this little action goes down. It’s often caused by a successful tests or shared, great news, but what ever it be, you always feel all warm in side after it’s done. He smells so nice, like lavender, and he holds you so close and tight, like he never wants to let you go, but as soon as he has let you free from his loving grasp, his face quickly turns as red as his hair. He never really thinks everything over before he pulls you into his embrace, but as soon as he notices what had been done, he feels so embarrassed. But, you always seem to be the first person he looks for when he’s seeking a hug.

You often call him “Stevie”, which always makes him slightly blush. No matter how long you’ve been referring to him as Stevie compared to Meeks or Steven, he always gets a little red in the face. And while all the other poets notice his redness, you never seem to, totally oblivious to another, obvious sign of passion he holds towards you. And even though he doesn’t have a little nickname for you, that’s totally okay to you! You absolutely love calling him Stevie. And at first, it was embarrassing, you thought he would point it out, or at least someone else would, paranoia that someone would reveal everything, ruining your perfectly built relationship with the boy always seemed to be lingering, and as soon as the smitten little name escaped your lips for the first time, that only worsened everything. But no one ever did, and overtime, it actually started to become a part of the normal. It was just an every day occurrence to hear you yell “STEVIE, COME HERE!” When ever you spotted a dear or any other sort of animal outside your window. And Meeks sure did enjoy the little nickname, that’s for sure. Hearing it come from your lips always left an abundance of butterflies lingering in his stomach.

Meeks would drop everything for you. Is he doing homework or some other activity and you want to take part in a small walk around campus? He will happily acquaint you on your short journey. You want to go off into town, maybe catch a movie or go to a small diner? Meeks is your go to guy. He will happily go, even if it sacrifices getting caught returning back to Welton well past curfew. He would do just about anything you suggested just to spend a minute of time with you. Especially alone, all your attention on him, all his attention on you, it’s perfect. It also gives him the perfect opportunity to run the idea of a relationship by you. Will he ever actually bring it up? No, no he wouldn’t, but the possibility and idea of it is nice. There has been many times that it’s been snowing or just plane cold out and he offers his jacket. Which you happily accept and just the sight renders him speechless. In those moments, the ones that he can just observe you in an article of his clothing, gets his mind racing. Just the view of you in his jacket makes him imagine you as his. But he always pushes his emotions down, even though he really shouldn’t, because he wouldn’t want to risk some how ruining the moment.

On the topic of the previously mentioned “small” walks you two go on, you often spend a large amount of your time looking at the beautiful views, making future plans and talking about each of your hobby’s and interest. Often, Meeks will point out many bird species, his love for them is just adorable, and he seems to know just about every type of bird in Vermont. It is a truly astounding and very interesting topic to chat about. But don’t get me wrong, in no way shape or form were the conversations ever a one way street. He totally loved to hear about all your hearts desires. Maybe you would end up talking about your favorite movies, amazing bands or great books, really anything that might happen to pop into your mind. But no matter what it is, he is always all ears and very happy to converse about it.

You told almost everything to Meeks, things that upset you, things that excited you, everything. Well, except for the fact that you had totally fallen for him and his charm. So, when you finally couldn’t take it anymore, holding this enormous “secret” on your shoulders, you trotted off to find Todd, someone you expected you could trust, just as much as your good friend Steven. And you did exactly what you set out to do, tell him. You told him everything you felt towards your best friend, how he kept you up late at night, the way you dreamt about him, how you desired him and more. And you expected him to be surprised, starstruck, something, even just a little confused, but when you spilled everything to him, telling him exactly how you felt about Meeks, he didn’t seem at all fazed. “Yeah, you like Meeks, I already knew that.” “What?” Now you were the confused one. But more importantly, you were scared. If Mr. Anderson already knew, did that mean Meeks did too? Had you really been that obvious? You didn’t think you had been, but still, you felt that gut wrenching feeling, what if he did already know? Of course he didn’t, but in your head, it didn’t click that he was still your friend and that you two were as close as ever. It didn’t click that, if by chance, he did know, nothing had changed, all you were worried about was him hating you. Even though he didn’t, he felt the exact opposite way actually.

Just as yourself, Meeks told almost everything to you, what upset him, what excited him and more. Everything except for the fact that he had grown a keen liking towards you. So he found his way to Pitts, who he then told his little secret to. He spit it out quickly, knowing if he didn’t get it out then, he never would. And he told Gerard everything. The fact that you mesmerized him in every way possible, your beautiful hair, pretty eyes, and perfect personality. And, of course, that he wanted you to be his, and the fact that he couldn’t tell that to you. So, as I said before, he confided trustingly in Pittsie. He listened well and contently, and though it might have seemed that he was focusing on every word Meeks would saying, he was really just thinking about the fact that the truth had finally been said. He fact that he was one of the first to know. When Steven finally finished his entire rant, Pitts didn’t do as Todd did, he didn’t take the “I already knew” route, instead, he did worse. This man literally said “I hope it works out.” Before dashing out of the room. This alarmed Meeks, thinking that he was going to tell you everything he had just heard, but he did his best to trust Gerard, hoping that wasn’t what he was up to. And luckily enough for Meeks, it wasn’t. Gerard, who was actually too excited to stay any longer, was actually on his way to share the “secret” with Todd, knowing that’s what must be done.

And, after the two boys shared the news with each other, it was like an avalanche from there. After Todd and Pitts giddily told each other, they then rightfully told Neil, but Cameron over heard and he quickly passed the news onto the nearest person in sight, Knox, he then fed the story to Charlie. The gang had been dying to hear those exact, clarifying words, and they knew that it was totally fair game for them to pass on the information. Like I said, they all paired you two together, they were just happy that you two had finally come to your senses and accepted the fact that you were hopelessly in love with one another. Now, they just needed to do something about it, other than gossip to one another that is. They knew that they needed to be the ones to nudge you two in the right direction. To become the match makers.

From that moment on, the rest of the dead poets, not including yourself and Meeks, took it from there. They carefully hatched a perfect plan to finally get the two of you together, knowing that you two wouldn’t do it yourselves. And let’s just say, it took a while. They wanted everything to be absolutely perfect, so they went over every detail of the plan for well over two weeks. Going through every possible out come, including a meteor crashing through the roof, which Cameron quickly debunked as impossible, but it was all totally worth it when they finally did come up with a fool proof plan. One that was suggested by the CEO of romance himself, Knox Overstreet.

After weeks of hard work, all their planning finally payed off when on the set date, right after lunch, Neil scrambled up to Charlie, jumping up and down, repeating the words “IT WORKED, IT WORKED.” This ended up drawing a shit ton of attention to the duo, but they didn’t really care. Charles quickly caught onto exactly what Neil was yelling about and joined in on his little, more like rowdy, celebration. Jumping up and down in the halls with him. They were so deeply proud of themselves that they couldn’t give a shit what any of the other students were thinking. Their celebration only came to an end when a teacher stepped out of their classroom to scold the two teens. “What exactly do you two think you’re doing?” “Oh just…celebrating.” “Could you maybe keep your “celebrating” to a minimum?” I’m 100% sure that if the two boys weren’t stopped by one of their authorities, they would have never calmed down on their own accounts. 

Anyway, their successful scheme went a little something like this:

One day, Meeks arrived at his dorm during lunch, deciding that he wasn’t exactly in the hunger mood, to just happen to stumble across a letter, for him, left neatly on his desk. Neil was voted the one to write a sweet, yet fake, love letter to Steven, stating that it was from you. He studied your hand writing for days before actually sitting down and getting to work, wanting to make sure that he did perfectly. After forging his fathers agreement letter for the play, he was positively sure he was the master at fake mail. Anyway, after he finally wrote up this letter, he left it in Meeks dorm, placing it somewhere on his desk where the ginger found it only hours later. And Pitts was then the one who requested to write Stevens letter. He knew his friend like the back of his hand, and everyone easily agreed that he should be the one to write the letter. So he did. Hands shaking, he wrote his very first love letter, one that wasn’t even from himself. The handwriting was almost identical to Stevens, which says a lot about their bond. He double checked it, maybe even triple checked it, before sending it off to you. It was a confession letter, of course, and it was ideally believable, listing off how pretty your eyes were to him, how perfect your hair was and how amazing your personality was. Everything Meeks claimed that he adored about you. Just with better and more descriptive words of course. He was a poet after all. And then he left it in your room, setting it down on your pillow. And after that, they just let fate work it’s magic.

And that’s when Neil happened to pass by your dorm, door left wide open, and from the corner of his peripheral vision, he spotted you reading Pitts letter, an extremely obvious blush spread across your face. And smiling to himself as he watched the plan unfold, he quickly made his was to Meeks and Pitts’ dorm, to make sure the other half of the scheme was working out. Slowly strolling past Meeks room, just slow enough to look normal but to also get a good view, he then saw Steven doing the exact same thing as you, a huge smile on the boys freckled face. And that’s when Neil freaked out for the first time. He did his best to keep his excitement to a minimum as he made his way down the hall, hiding behind a wall to observe the rest of the plan fall into order. And just as he hoped, it soon did. Soon enough, he observed the both of you, Meeks and yourself, come walking out of your rooms, bumping face first into each other. Sending your mail flying from both of your grasps. Neil was too far away to really understand or make out what you two were saying, but it seemed to be going good when he witnessed you both kiss in the halls. And, just as Gerard had done with Meeks prier to this experience, Neil couldn’t stay any longer and that’s when he bolted off, running carelessly through the school to spread the news amongst the others.

And if you were wondering, yes, later on, about a week or so after the whole event, Steven and yourself found out that the letters were false, Charlie accidentally using the situation as a punch line to one of his jokes. But at that point, you couldn’t be mad or do anything more than thank your friends for giving the two of you a little push. Because, you both knew neither of you would have ever made the first move on your own.

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[ottogatto]

I am currently reading a book on Asperger Syndrome, and boy do I see Severus in there. It’s complicated to explain but such books are very useful to finally put into words the subtilities of autism (particularly autism with high IQ).

I’ve just realized that Severus’ drama—as in, his tendency to resemble an actor playing a theatre play, which we witness at least four times in a spectacular way (when meeting lily, in his first potions lesson, his meeting with bellatrix and narcissa (such presence!), his first defense lesson) and many other times as a habit, could be his way to manage social settings. He, as an actor, can wear the mask of the person he wishes to be: the boy who introduces lily to magic and of whom she’s not afraid, so they can become friends like in a fairy tale (and boy did it fail); the potions master who turns potions into poetics; the dark arts and defense expert who can show off his mastery and love for the subject. There is no double interaction, only he as the focus of attention, in his element, planning and playing a scene, and the spectators, silent but admirative (hopefully). He is in some way in control. Though of course it all crashes down some time later.

His devotion to a childhood friend seems also very innocent, idealistic, romantic like autistic people love. His Patronus became a doe, very beautiful and quite harmless.

The clothes he is wearing, all for comfort and to drive away potential enemies, because he knows he is vulnerable under the shell. It must also be incredibly soothing for sensitivity to touch stimuli.

Occlumency as a shield to protect his psychological/mental vulnerability.

His need to speak softly and for the class to be silent, a blessing against sensorial overdrive—school must be hell otherwise. His emotional collapses throughout the years.

How he never fit, how while lily was in a group of popular girl friends and the marauders constituted the group of popular jocks, he was unpopular and visibly lonely at best, a lapdog to groom at worst with illusions of love and protection. He is the obvious, easy target for bullying, and of course the teachers will prefer the more social, flamboyant, shining bullies over the hopeless victim.

He is abandoned and betrayed by everyone, his teachers, his friend, the death eaters, until he decides he doesn’t want to be hurt anymore and thus becomes hostile, attacks first so he can protect/defend himself.

And of course, he is used to and willing to abandon having a social life, all ideas of having friends, and that comes useful when as a spy in his last year. Although he can still feel lonely, since that loneliness wasn’t entirely by choice at first.

The way he blames himself for fucking up his friendships and probably his whole life (internalized guilt common to autistic people).

His devotion to protect people.

The friendship with lily that is "intense" and blends between fraternality, friendship and romance.

His heavy link with femininity (he’s quite androgynous), his soft (although strict) ways to live, his affinity for women over men (men who do abuse him a lot). His interest for poetry, the fine ways to speak, the delicate and subtle science of potionmaking (which breaks stereotypes of men who must be talented in physical subjects such as quidditch or "foolish wandwaving").

His unkept body (greasy hair, sallow skin, probably underweight, yellow finger and yellow crooked teeth), which stems from 1) poor self esteem thus poor self care, 2) not knowing how to take care of himself further than the basics, 3) it’s very tiring and why would he care? Intellect >>> physical appearance (a typical thought for autistic neurodivergents).

I don’t know, it’s all about those details and the character they contruct that appeal to you as neurodivergent. Little things that could be caused by anything else but that are striking for someone who knows where it all comes from.

Ah, and autism is comorbid with social anxiety and depression (wink wink sneep)

I might try to build a case for Snape as very probably autistic in the future.

(EDIT: More in the reblogs!)

[t-h-i-n-g]

Can I please request an I was made for lovin’ you :)

i hope this is enough to work with!! im a capricorn sun and a ravenclaw and my pronouns are she/they!! im bisexual with a woman/feminine presenting pref and im half puerto rican half white!! im 5'0" and i have pale skin with freckles. I have shoulder length, wavy dark brown hair with an undercut and dark brown eyes. i also really want to deck out my ears with piercings one day.!!! i can play clarinet and am trying to play the ukulele. I like cooking, but i also really like food in general, im down for almost anything as long as i can eat it ( i have celiac disease) I have an obsession with lizzo ( along with bad bunny, steflon don, and ajr) i love writing it’s my favorite thing ever!! ive got notebooks upon notebooks of writing. ive played soccer since i was 4 but I also enjoy martial arts a lot. in my free time i normally draw, read, workout, or attempt to ride a skateboard!! i also have one dog whose name is bear!! I can literally never not be anxious, its like its built into my system lmao. im fairly laid back, but i get really tense around people i don't known well. im also known to have a resting bitch face, so a lot of people think im scarier or tougher than i actually am. I really enjoy laughing at stuff, and i like to think that im pretty funny. Im also smart, but i always have to work a little but harder to understand stuff, specifically in math, which makes me a little frustrated. i have pretty bad insecurities about my body, but most of the time i pretend they don't exist lmao. i do really enjoy fashion, and i could spend hours trying on clothes. im empathetic, and i tend to mold to whoever im talking to at the moment. there are few people i can be myself around.. i try not to get to attached to people i might date, but deep down inside i am the worst hopeless romantic the world has ever seen. sorry if this is too long and tysm!! <33

If you could ship me with someone from either avatar the Last Airbender, twilight, percy jackson, marvel, or Harry Potter that would be great!

Congrats on 150 followers, u deserve it! <3

Ello Ello!! Ty for requesting! The more information the better of an idea of you to ship you with so it's completely fine :))

I ship you with Hermione Granger! I could see you definitely part of the golden trio. And as like the civil mind of the chaotic group. It may have took some coaxing but they got you to warm up to them. Yours and Moine's relationship would be a slow start. Maybe sometime around year 3 or 4 at Hogwarts did you finally start eyeing each other. With little glances to each other throughout the day. wich then sprouted into one on one time without the boys. Starting with little study dates and branching out to meeting each other in the mornings and evenings. She's very observant and could sense the obvious connection to one another but would wait until you felt ready enough to act on it. But at the same time put a slight pressure on you with it. Just brushing her hand against yours or even holding it at times. As well as complimenting your outfits whenever you weren't in your school robes. And showing she's paid attention to your interests. Asking if she can see some of your writing, giving affirmations on how well your grades are doin and and offeringl help if you needed it, and attempting to bring your nerves down when you get a little too anxious. When you do become official, her and you find comfort in each other. Wether it be ranting or expressing your insecurities. She's always there for you. Making sure youre alright and seeing if your taking care of yourself. Hermione was glad you fell for her. Even if you drifted away at first, she's so so great full you came back to her.

HOPE YOU LIKED THIS AND TY TY

[shotofire]

Happier

Eren Yeager x Fem!Reader

Based on the song ‘Happier’ by Olivia Rodrigo

Warnings: Heartache, Cursing, Angst

I’m alive, but with thriving writers block <3

I’m most likely going to do more songs off her new album, they’re so good!

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We broke up a month ago

Your friends are mine

You know I know you’ve moved on

Found someone new

One more girl who brings out the better in you

Life is truly, and purely, fucked at times. Young girls putting all their heart and soul into a boy who doesn’t feel the same way. It happens time and time again. Things like this can’t be stopped, but it doesn’t stop girls from thinking the boy might be different. Maybe this one will be good, maybe this one is the one. But it seems to never work out that way in the end.

y/n truly believed her love was different. But it was all an illusion. She’d built a home inside her head, one that was perfect and had enough love to supply dozens. Too bad the boy she loved could care less about her. She’d fallen hard for Eren Yeager, and thought he was nothing short of perfect.

Months went by of what seemed like getting closer, but in reality they were just drifting further apart. It’s crazy how much one person can be in love while the other just plays along until their timer runs out. It’s utterly heartbreaking. No one deserves that feeling.

It ended on his terms of course, not hers, and he was off. She still saw him from time to time, it was unavoidable really. He knows the same people she does, it’s the same friend group practically. It didn’t take long at all for the whispering to start and the uncomfortable looks of her friends. It was a matter of time until one slipped up, spilling how Eren had moved on. There was already another girl.

y/n felt as if she’d been punched in the chest.

And I thought my heart was detached

From all the sunlight of our past

But she’s so sweet

She’s so pretty

Does she mean you forgot about me?

At first y/n brushed it aside. She’d spent the past month breaking down her and Eren’s relationship from beginning to end. He didn’t treat her right. Some in the beginning, but that’s what they all do. They try until they’ve become comfortable and it doesn’t matter to them anymore. It seemed to never matter to him.

Then he brought the new girl around. There was no denying she was a pretty girl. As y/n observed this girl it became clear that they are polar opposites. Different color hair, different heights, different interests. Eren wanted someone nothing like y/n, and that hurt her in ways she had never thought possible. He’d completely forgotten about their love, and what used to be.

She wanted to hate him for it but she couldn’t. There was still love buried beneath the hurt.

Oh, I hope you’re happy

But not like how you were with me

I’m selfish, I know

I can’t let you go

So find someone great but don’t find no one better

I hope you’re happy but don’t be happier

To anyone else it was quite obvious that Eren had no true feelings for this girl either. Time will go by, he will get bored, and it won’t mean anything to him. Y/n knew this of course, she knew how heartless he was. His sparkling eyes and boyish smile was all an act she knew way too well. Yet she couldn’t get herself to hate him, or even dislike him.

She disliked what he did to her, and what he’s going to do again and again to other girls with innocent hearts. Yet she still hoped the best for him even after everything he put her through, and what he’s continuing to put her through. Her heart can’t seem to let go of him and who he used to be to her. It’s sad, really.

Y/n knows deep down he’ll never find someone who loved him the way she did. It may sound selfish but it’s the truth. She’s a hopeless romantic who thought she’d found her forever person, so all of her love was spilled out to him on a silver platter. And he gladly dropped it onto the floor, leaving it there for her to pick up.

And she still hasn’t found all the pieces.

Eren may act as if it meant nothing, and maybe majority of it did, but he’ll never shake the feeling inside of him. He ignores it quite well, pushing it into the back of his mind with all the other blocked out memories and feelings. But he’ll never shake it, truly, to where he can’t feel it poking at him.

Y/n was good for him, too good, and he got rid of her. He was happy in a way he hadn’t been happy before. And instead of embracing it he shut off his feelings. It’s crazy how effortlessly he can do it. She knew this as well, it was tangled up with all her other scattering thoughts. He may be happy right now with this new girl, but it will never be the same. He’ll never be happier than he was with y/n.

And do you tell her she’s the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen?

An eternal love bullshit you know you’ll never mean

Remember when I believed

You meant when you said it first to me

Anger can really get the best of someone. Y/n may still have love for this boy but it doesn’t make her any less mad. To know he’s most likely saying the same words that’ll pull that girl right into his trap. He’ll throw around compliments that’ll make the girls heart flutter and her stomach flip. Too bad it’s all bullshit.

Y/n remembers all the times he called her beautiful, the simple word making her feel as if she’s on top of the world. She wonders if he meant it, even one time.

Her stomach turns in disgust, how could he be doing this again? How could he be breaking down another girl? Who has the heart to do such a thing, yet again?

The reality that everything he said wasn’t true makes her feel so used. So mistreated. She wonders if there were any girls before her who fell for his lover boy act. If there’s another so soon after her… who’s to say there isn’t more? The girl probably has no idea he was even with y/n.

And now i’m pickin’ her apart

Like cuttin’ her down will make you miss my wretched heart

But she’s beautiful

She looks kind

She probably gives you butterflies

At first y/n tried to act as if the girl was the problem. It’s the coping mechanism many try to avoid but it gets the best of people. To her she thought if she saw everything wrong with this new girl, maybe Eren would too. But y/n truly couldn’t find a thing worth getting worked up over.

The girl is kind, and has done nothing but tried to make others around her comfortable with her presence. Eren really knows how to pick them. Find a sweet girl with a big heart then hurt them. It’s become a hobby for him at this point. It’s sad the way some people live their lives.

Y/n hates herself for getting caught up in it. Why did she have to be one of his toys?

She hates the look in his eyes when he talks to the girl. It’s not real. He wants this girl to think he’s interested, that his stomach does flips by just the presence of that girls love. He used to look at y/n just like that, she remembers it all too well. It’s become burned into her memory.

I hope you’re happy

But not like how you were with me

I’m selfish, I know

I can’t let you go

So find someone great but don’t find no one better

Even if she’s able to read him so well, know him inside and out, she still hopes he’ll find happiness. Someone out there can change him. She cried for weeks wishing she was the one, but that’s not how life works.

But deep down she knows that sliver of happiness she made him feel was the best he’d ever had. Possibly the best he could ever get. She knows most of her thoughts about him are selfish, and she’s still holding onto him, but it’s never going to change.

Y/n was the light that he let burn out. She doesn’t want him to get ahold of a light like that ever again. She never wants him to feel the warmth of a love like hers. He may be happy one day, in his own twisted way, but she hopes he’ll realize the same thing she has. He doesn’t deserve true happiness.

I hope you’re happy

I wish you all the best

Really

Say you love her, baby

Just not like you love me

And think of me fondly when your hand’s around her

I hope you’re happy

But don’t be happier

Watching him as he rests a hand on the girls hip or pushes a piece of hair behind her ear is like watching a play unfold. Y/n can’t believe how well he has mastered these movements. As if they’re muscle memory. It crosses her mind that he may really love this girl….

But he moved the same exact way for y/n.

He’d catch a stray hair and tuck it behind her ear, making her eyes sparkle with love. She remembers when he’d cup his hand on her hip, pulling her in for a kiss on the cheek. Making her blush and feel all warm and fuzzy. She misses that feeling.

She can’t help but wonder if he ever thinks about her. Even if it’s just for a second. When he kisses this girls cheek, or messes with her hair, or touches her skin, does he think of y/n? She shouldn’t, but she hopes he does. She hopes that her cries haunt him in the back of his mind every time he tries to feel the same as he once did. She wants to be in his head forever.

A constant reminder that in the long run, he’s not going to win.

I hope you’re happy

Just not like how you were with me

I’m selfish, I know

Can’t let you go

So find some great but don’t find no one better

I hope you’re happy but don’t be happier

Tears well up in y/n’s eyes. She wonders how long they’ll last. Will it be longer or shorter than her time lasted. She hopes it’s shorter. She hopes the girl leaves him first, sees through his persona. But she knows that’s a slim chance. He knows what he’s doing, as if he’s read a book on it.

Breaking hearts, his specialty.

The tears only increase, speeding down her red cheeks. Heartbreak can feel like a punch in the stomach. Considering the fact she’s still holding on while he was never doing it in the first place. She should know she deserves better. She deserves love.

Yet she goes day by day replaying the touches Eren and the new girl shared. The smiles. The laughs. The kissing. All right in front of her face, as if she wasn’t there. That’s what hurt the most, the fact he didn’t even really see her. She was a memory to him. Something of the past. How’d he do it so quick?

He has caused her hurt in ways she didn’t think were possible until now. And he was perfectly fine. He ‘loves’ someone else now. He’s touching someone else now. She isn’t his anymore, and he isn’t hers.

All of this, yet y/n still can’t let go.

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Combing through every single episode of Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous for Yasammy moments to write meta analysis about part 3 (parts 1, 2, and 4)

Brooklyn asking Sammy if she has a crush on Yaz gives me life! Brooklyn doesn’t seem like the kind of person who would joke about something like that and genuinely wants to be better friends with the other people in the group so trying to bond with Sammy by having her confide in Brooklyn about crushes, this suggests to me that Brooklyn has been picking up on signs of Sammy’s interest in Yaz, based on the things I’ve already talked about I have to agree with Brooklyn: at this point Sammy has caught feelings for Yaz but she hasn’t consciously realized it yet, possibly due to growing up on a ranch in Texas where she may not have been exposed to the concept of queer people in a positive light (if at all) and almost certainly because she has never been in love before When they are building up the fort defenses against the scorpius rex Sammy comments on what a good team she and Yaz make, I think that she has been thinking more about her feelings toward Yaz and trying to really define them since Brooklyn asked about crushes (but it’s hard to thoroughly sort through your feelings when you’re running for your life all the time and come from a sheltered background), meanwhile Yaz is shutting down again because Ben got in her head about the group’s likelihood of splitting up after they get back home, here is possibly the first person Yaz has trusted enough to let into her personal life, someone she can show her drawings to and talk to and joke with, someone she knows isn’t going to abandon her or be cruel to her, someone who will support her but also encourage her personal growth, someone she can trust with her life (and possibly her heart?) but then Yaz realizes that external forces (aside from the obvious ones like being killed by dinosaurs) could pull Sammy away from her and she simply can’t handle that idea Notice the tears in her eyes and the resignation on her face as Yaz decides it’s best to push Sammy away now so that it won’t be as painful later, so that she’ll at least have some semblance of control, she clearly doesn’t want to cut ties with Sammy but Yaz is so used to taking the lead and handling things on her own and we know for a fact that she doesn’t have a well-developed set of healthy coping mechanisms, notice how she can’t even look Sammy in the eye when she’s saying all of this stuff about their friendship having an expiration date and them having nothing in common, she knows on some level that it’s not true and that she’s really hurting Sammy by saying these things but fear has gripped her so tightly she pushes past her better judgement, when Sammy says, “You’re my best friend” we can hear Yaz gasping softly and we can see a change in her face that suggests she is questioning her decision to push Sammy away, clearly such a blatant statement of affection from Sammy means a lot to her but in the very next sentence Sammy reminds Yaz of her fear and Yaz doubles down I would also like to point out that the term “best friend” has definitely been used in children’s media, especially with same-gender pairings, to hint at a closer relationship without explicitly stating that it’s romantic (think Applejack and Rarity in Equestira Girls) or to hint that the relationship might develop into a romantic relationship (think Catra and Adora in She-Ra), it's also very common in fiction as well as in real life for young queer people to develop feelings for their best friends while they are figuring themselves out, so it’s little wonder that this whole scene has that "couple going through a rough patch" kind of vibe However, we can instantly see the regret that Yaz feels about pushing Sammy away so strongly and that feeling only intensifies after Sammy gets stung by the scorpius rex, Yaz sees this happen firsthand and immediately calls out to Sammy without hesitation, she has abandoned her plan because (once again) she has decided that Sammy is more important, notice that when Sammy is fading out of and back into consciousness we see and hear things from her perspective and Yaz’s voice is the last thing she clearly hears before

she passes out and the first thing she clearly hears when she wakes back up, this suggests that Sammy was paying the most attention to her, Yaz’s expression has so much concern in all of these scenes, she is terrified (again) that she’s going to lose Sammy, unlike the more abstract fear of losing Sammy that arose after they thought Ben died this is a very tangible and immediate fear, Sammy has venom pumping through her veins and if they don’t do something she will die, when she tells Sammy that everything is going to be okay she is talking as much to herself as she is to Sammy Yaz has to run to the lab and get the antidote, this is an interesting plot point because of course Yaz is a track star so it makes the most logical sense for her to run to the lab but she is also the first one to volunteer, look how she just shoots up from Sammy’s side, she is chomping at the bit to make things better, she literally says, “I don’t care what’s out there, I’m saving her,” as in she doesn’t care if she gets hurt or chased by dinosaurs or scared out of her wits as long as she gets that antidote to Sammy (and through her journey to get the antidote we learn that it’s not just Sammy’s health she wants to remedy but their relationship), she wills Sammy to hang on long enough for her to return After Yaz falls into the river and nearly drowns she decides to take a second and catch her breath against a tree, she’s clearly feeling low and even a little hopeless, this is when we start to see Yaz remembering important moments with Sammy, she warmly remembers the first time Sammy reached out to her and it drives her forward, notice how the flashbacks are tinted orange, obviously they had to differentiate the flashbacks from the current action somehow but I think that the choice of orange is a little bit of an Easter egg, Yaz's "orange, orange, and orange" response has clearly become an inside joke between Yaz and Sammy so what if Yaz now associates the color orange with Sammy?

When Yaz is hiding from the scorpius rex outside of the lab and she’s terrified (it legit looks like she’s starting to have a panic attack) she remembers that one of the last things she said to Sammy before she got stung was, “We’re not best friends, we never were,” this fills her with determination, she has to push forward, to summon all her strength and push that fallen tree away so she can get into that lab and find the antidote, she has to get back to Sammy so she can make everything right and tell her that she didn’t really mean what she said (which I will talk about more in the next post)

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Buckle in folks cause I’m about to put more effort into this than an english assignment Presenting Why Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous is actually an amazing show

Now what defines the term amazing you might ask? I’m talking about a show that goes above and beyond in plot, characters, storytelling, and overall experience. Nowadays most adult shows don’t meet my standards much less a kids show so if that gives you an idea how good this show is stop right now and go watch it if you haven’t. Spoilers ahead ofc but as an aspiring film major I will be diving into just about everything I love and this is gonna get long. 

For your convince I will start with a simple bullet point list and then extend on them below, so if you only wanna see the big points and not my thoughts behind them this first parts for you. 

Black mc 

Diverse main cast (4/6 are poc) 

Actual plot lines and a lot of suspense 

Very dark for a kids show 

Complex characters that develop 

Fits in with the main Jurassic World series beautifully 

Body language and facial expressions are top tier 

Have genuine relationships (platonically and/or romantically) between all of the main 6

Phenomenal camera angles and use of special effects 

Great with details 

Amazing VA’s 

Continuity 

So the nose dives begins 

Black mc: To some people this might not matter that much but holy cow this is so important and such a big step. The people complaining are just weird middle aged white people, like do you know how big of an impact a black mc can have on young black children. It’s so important and it makes them feel happy because someone actually looks like them. Clear evidence of this was Into The Spider Verse (which is also an amazing movie oml). Come to think of it the only black mc I think I’ve ever seen in an animated kids show is probably Static Shock (also an amazing show ily). Somehow representation has got swept under the rug in this day and age which is ironic really, but this show does an amazing job with tackling that and I love it. 

Diverse main cast: I can’t think of any recent kids movies/tv shows, live action or animated, that have this much representation. In animation is also very easy for the show runners to make a character poc and then have a white VA, but jwcc is quite the opposite. Honestly the characters look so much like their VA’s that something tells me the animation team based the characters off them and not the other way around. Not only that but their names actually match with their ethnicities. So for reference or just anyone that doesn’t know, Ben and Brooklynn are white, Sammy is hispanic, Darius is black, Kenji is asian, and Yazmina is middle eastern. Sammy’s last name is Gutierrez, Yazmina’s is Fadoula, Kenji’s is Kon and Darius’s Bowman. Gutierrez is a common last name in Mexico and Latin America in general. Fadoula is found throughout upper Africa and the Middle East, Kon is rare name of Japense origin, and Bowman is a common last name among black folks in the US. So not only do they have a poc cast, voiced by poc people, but all the characters have realistic names. Not to mention they are very good on skin tone in the show, personally I think Yaz should’ve been just a bit darker but hey I’ll take it and run. 

Actual plot lines: This seem like stating the obvious but work with me here. Most kids and even adult shows have a very episodic format, there’s nothing wrong with that per say but having a plot and conflict build up and having little things matter is much more satisfying in my opinion. Most kids shows have some conflict but its very PG which is also fine that’s what it’s meant for. But every once in a while you’ll find a show that had plot wise beyond it’s years and those are the golden ones. Easily and rightfully the most famous is Avatar the Last Airbender or ATLA. This show to this day is still one my favorites and truly nothing will ever top it, but in my years of watching kids shows after it jwcc might just be second. We can argue all day about what’s the best and it’s truly a matter of opinion, but to me atla and jwcc just achieve such a level of complexity that 99% of kids and even adult shows don’t reach. 

Very dark: While this might not be exactly the best for kids it’s great for an olderish audience. Honestly it having a much darker element makes the show enjoyable for all ages while still keeping it chill enough so that children may watch. But come to think of it it’s hard not to make a show about dinosaurs dark, the show runners do a wonderful job at keeping it intense and exciting, but still kid friendly, and to me thats incredibly impressive. Not to mention since the show isn’t afraid to go dark they can do more (such as ben’s “death”, the hunters etc) which makes it go from good to great. Reminds me a lot of atla and I know I keep mentioning atla but know that is the biggest compliment ever. atla is easily the best animated/kids show of all time so the fact that a bring it up so much is huge. There have been shows in the past that have tried to replicate what atla (such as voltron..) and it just hasn’t worked. I think this show nails the boundary between too dark and not dark enough. 

Complex characters: Oh yes. If there’s one thing I love more than an ensemble cast it’s a cast that grows and develops as the series progresses. Sure the main 6 might start off as typical character tropes (Darius the super fan, Yaz the loner, Sammy the extrovert, Ben the underdog, Kenji the arrogant, and Brooklynn the influencer.) but they become so much more than that. I’d say at least half of them are completely different people between the 1st episode and the latest one. An easy example being Ben and Kenji. Ben started off as a naive, timid, and terrified person and has become confident, independent, and brave. Kenji started off as arrogant, selfish, and apathetic person and became compassionate, driven, and concerned. All of them have had some sort of change even if it’s not super dramatic and that’s important. It makes the storytelling better because they grow as they go. 

Fits in with JP/JW beautifully: In terms of shows connecting to movies this has gotta be some clone wars level s-tier stuff. Personally I have never watched clone wars but my sister has and she always raves about how well this show connects to the movies, and from what I’ve seen I completely agree. A youtube channel by the name of Silverscreen Edits actually put together the scenes from every time they overlap, mainly in S1 but also the cold open from Fallen Kingdom. I’d advise you to watch it because it’s just incredible. The show runners nail ever detail of these scenes and it truly feels like you’re watching the same scene from a different perspective. The set up is beautiful and I cannot rave enough about how amazing it is, my favorite easily being the dome scene because of all the small details. Not to mention this show actually connect JW and FK because it shows us that the cold open was 6 months later while the rest was 3 years later. Quite honestly I had no idea these two scenes were that far apart from each other, I thought the opening was from a years or two later not 6 months, so this show really connected the dots between these two movies and made them flow together much nicer. And I love all the countless references too old and new JP/JW movies. Overall this show is a great addition to the franchise. 

Body language and facial expressions: You might be thinking to yourself, hmph that is a really odd point to make, let me tell you it’s not and I’ll explain why. When analyzing films I usually tend to stick to live action because one of my favorite parts of films is how characters react to things, and we animation we really don’t get that. Most of the time even if shows get this complex they won’t use both the way jwcc. What impressed me so much was how amazing they are at this, the animation team seriously needs more praise. Jwcc is great at facial expressions which I will say other animated shows know how to do as well, but they are also so amazing at body language which is rare rare when it comes to animation. It’s because it’s so hard and often times it just doesn’t fit, but they do an amazing job with this and it makes the characters feel so life-like. When a character is sad or closed off their shoulders hunch, when they feel scared they stiffen up and cover their ears (which is another detail I love so much, I never realized till this show that hardly anyone ever covers their ears and it makes a lot of sense because these dinos are very loud) and when they feel hopeless their shoulder sag and their head drops, do you see what I mean? You can quite literally tell what these kids are feeling and thinking without them saying anything that is so impressive and it makes the show that much better. It makes it easy to analyze and if it wasn’t clear around I love to do so. 

Genuine relationships between all of main cast: I will not budge at this point at all, gonna say it right now if you disagree argue with the wall. I might have some bias on this but one, if not my favorite, part of any media is an ensemble cast. It’s something I actively seek out, and when I say ensemble cast I don’t mean a trio, I mean a full cast, my favorite being 6 but 4 or 5 will do. So when I found out this show had 6 main characters I was immediately interested. Not only because I love ensemble casts but I also wanted to see how they handled it. Ensemble cast are so rare because they are extremely hard to do and do well. I will even criticize atla on this. At one point they had 6 main characters and they never elaborated on more than a handful of the duos and just focused on the group as whole. But this is typical and easiest to do without giving up individual character development so I get that. But jesus christ jwcc does a phenomenal job with this, and I mean phenomenal. Out of the 15 different duos you can get between 6 characters then have elaborated on 11 of them, and it could easily be more this is just from memory. I might make a post elaborating on this specifically because it’s just amazing. This time they take to flesh out these relationships truly makes them feel like a unit and a family, instead of just a group of people all working towards the same goal. This is easily the most impressive and rewarding of any of the points on this list in my opinion. (coming from #1 squad lover right here)

Camera angles and special effects: This shows downfall for some was that it had strange animation, honestly it never bothered me and since I’ve watched dragon prince and rwby, it’s clear that bad animation never stops me from watching a show. But I think people just won’t give it a chance, because when you do you’ll see it’s actually very good. To me the coolest part of the animation is the dinos. They look incredible and so so similar to the cgi used in JW. That’s hard to do so more claps for the animation team I love y’all. They also have to work around the PG side of this show and do a great job at implying what happens but never actually showing what happens. This is all angles, not to mention they do a great job at showcasing the park and the scenery so that magic from the movies really translates to the show. Finally my favorite scene of the show from an avid slow mo lover has got to me when Ben falls of the monorail (idk why it is cause he’s literally my fav and I was so upset) The scene is just beautiful and the set up before hand makes it that much more heart breaking. The use of slow mo is amazing I literally cannot rave about this scene enough. It builds so much suspense and they used just the right amount, to much and the scene would move to slow, and to little the scene would be to fast. I need more great scenes like this in S4 (idk if I want the angst that comes with it too I’ll get back to you)

Details: To me details, in any show in general, is what makes it go from great to fantastic. An example of this is Harry Potter, something that hooked me into this franchise was how much small details mattered and it’s the same with jwcc. There are so many throw away lines that end up coming back and all us are hitting ourselves for missing it. Such as Ben saying early on he knows where the tracker beam is and when he “dies” and the crew can’t find it it shows how important he was. Those are details I love to see. Or the three dinos, one of which Sammy released, coming back all season. Of course toro as well and he always kept his burns. Not to mention the animation team always kept Ben’s scar in and I think that’s an important detail because he shaped who he is. Keep up the good work animation and writing team because I love what you’re doing with this (also I’m 90% sure the compass is another one of these details I’m calling it rn) 

Amazing VA’s: Honestly VA’s in general do not get enough credit and they really should. But these 6 are pretty amazing let me tell you. If I’m not mistaken Ryan Potter (Kenji’s VA) is the only one with a notable history of voice acting as he played the title character in Big Hero 6. (fun fact I had no idea and when I found this out I quite literally screamed). But the others have also done things as well, most of it being live action though, and voice acting is much different. Honestly I just need to make a post about the various roles they’ve had cause looking into this has been an experience. Anyway all of them do such an incredible job with this ahh. I think the times where you can really tell how different they all are is when they lash out. This happens quite often and honestly it’s expected, I mean they’re 6 teenagers in a stressful environment of course they’ll last out. But all of them have such a different way of doing it, Darius is hopeless, Kenji is nervous, Yaz is emotional, Ben is harsh, Brooklynn is stern, and Sammy is level headed. Usually everyone lashes out the same way so the fact that they’re so different in just one aspect shows you how good they are. Each character is so individual and all of them have different goals and morals which is not only realistic but it makes way for conflict which is always interesting. 

Continuity: Now this could arguable go with details but it’s slightly different so I’m making this a separate point. Continuity to put it simple it basically not have the show be episodic. Honestly that completely what I expected from this show because that how most kids shows are. In this show the plot not only progress each episode but so do the characters and their trauma. Most of the time the plot will progress but anything bad that has happened to the characters will not show and is hardly talked about (COUGH VOLTRON). To me it’s something that has to be addressed because if the characters don’t grow what was the point of it. And they’ve shown that characters grow based on the events that happen and I love that. Another thing about continuity is when show runners stick a pin in something and actually go back to it (COUGH RWBY). Jwcc is amazing at this and make a point to bring back just about everything that gets sidelined in the first place. It’s so impressive and make the show that much more enjoyable. There have been countless times where I get so caught up with the pins that shows just leave there and it makes me so mad, but jwcc is good at for the most part because of course some things will slip through. But they always get back to the important things. 

The conclusion: Overall this show is phenomenal and if my essay hasn’t convinced you I’m not sure what will. The show is amazing at storytelling and plot and the lovable main cast makes it that much better. It is so much better than a good chunk of kids shows and honestly part of me wishes it was rated PG-13 cause I really wanna see that. But they do an amazing job and keep it kid friendly enough while still discussing mature topics. It’s the next atla to me and something that many kids shows now days try to be and fail. It’s impressive and complex and truly one of the best shows I’ve ever watched. Film major mara out, and if you actually read all of this ily mwah.