#you pick whether your Hushed One goes

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the missing melody ♪

pairing : franco colapinto x singer!reader

faceclaim : various people!

summary : after several months of silence, Y/N L/N, a renowned singer, unexpectedly surfaces at a Formula 1 Grand Prix, leaving everyone wondering about her disappearance. Her arrival catches the eye of a talented rookie driver, intrigued by her in many ways then one.

part 1 out of unknown parts

warnings : some singers do not exist in this au since i might take their songs! read my note before reading!

note : first smau! Let me know in the comments for feedback! I actually had inspiration for this one. i don't think this is too long or too short, so expect the next parts to be the same length! this will be at the cota race in austin in october but with the the baku results because thats when they both got points (the william drivers). i

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F1GOSSIP after several months of speculation and silence, y/n l/n resurfaced this weekend at a grand prix, and fans are buzzing! our sources say that y/n has always been a f1 fan but has never actually been to a grand prix! why now? did she get bored doing what she was doing? why was she gone for so long?

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username1 WHATTT?!?

username2 wait? MY QUEEN?!?

username3 where? i’m here also!! where is she?!?

username4 she’s still so pretty 😍

username5 NO WAY YOURE LYING?!!?

username6 no one understands how bad i missed y/n!!! 

username7 i almost had a heart attack oh my FUCK

username8 i’m totally not freaking out rn 😊😊

username9 i used to pray for times like this 🙏🙏🙏🙏

username10 DOES THIS MEAN MORE MUSIC? PLEASE ITS BEEN MONTHS IM STARVING!

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username1 we missed you y/n!

f1 hi y/n! we’d love to have you come down and join us in the paddock! let us know if you’re interested!

y/n’s pov

I stare at the text message from the F1 account on Instagram, my thumb hovering over the screen. It’s been months—months of quiet, isolation, and letting the world forget me while I tried to remember myself. I glance around the room, so used to its stillness. The familiar hush, once comforting, now feels almost suffocating. Outside the window, life goes on, people go on, and I’m here, still debating whether I’m ready to step back into it.

My eyes drift over the message again. Maybe it’s time. Time to hear the noise, to feel the movement, to breathe in more than just silence. I sigh, gathering the courage I didn’t realize I still had in me. With a deep breath, I pick up my phone and click on the message. It’s time to be out there again.

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I turn off my phone and place it face down on the table, the screen going black as if signaling the shift I’m about to make. My eyes wander out the window, where the grandstands loom in the distance, already buzzing with life and anticipation. A knot of nerves twists in my stomach as I realize what stepping back into the limelight really means. After months of silence, the thought of all those eyes on me again makes my breath catch in my throat.

I close my eyes for a moment, taking in a few deep breaths, willing myself to calm down. The air feels cool and crisp against my skin, a slight contrast to the rising anxiety inside me. Reaching for the complimentary bottle of sparkling water on the table, I unscrew the cap, the soft hiss breaking the quiet. I take a sip, hoping the bubbles will settle me.

Just as I set the bottle back down, I catch movement out of the corner of my eye—someone walking toward my table. My heart skips a beat, but before I can gather my thoughts to say something, they speak first, breaking the moment.

“You must be Y/N! Hi, I’m Diana (not relevant to anyone irl), here to guide you down and give you the paddock tour!” Her smile radiates warmth, as if it spreads from her lips all the way down to her toes, instantly putting me at ease.

I return the smile, though mine is softer, still testing the waters. “Yes, that’s me.” My voice feels steady, which is a small relief.

I stand up from my seat, taking a moment to smooth down my outfit. Carefully, I push the chair back into place, making sure every movement is deliberate, giving myself just a little more time to adjust. I reach for my phone, sliding it into my back pocket, the familiar weight grounding me. Then I pick up my purse, feeling its soft leather strap slide over my shoulder as I take a deep breath.

“Ready?” she asks, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

I nod, feeling a mix of anticipation and nerves swirl inside me as I let her lead the way, stepping back into a world I’ve been away from for so long.

As we make our way through the winding hallways of the paddock, the hum of activity grows louder with each step. My heart beats in time with the click of my heels on the hard floor, and I can feel the familiar rush of anticipation building as we head down the stairs toward the grid. With each step, I mentally brace myself for the crowd—the faces, the voices, the attention. It’s been so long since I’ve been in the thick of it all, and I silently rehearse how to hold myself together.

Just as my nerves start to rise, Diana slows her pace and falls into step beside me. Her presence is steady, comforting. “If you ever want to head back up during your time down here, just let me know,” she says gently, her voice low enough that it feels like she’s speaking just to me, despite the noise around us. “The team let me know you might be feeling a bit nervous with how sudden all this is.”

Her words catch me off guard, and my heart skips a beat, warmth spreading through me. The thought that the team has gone out of their way to make sure I’m okay—that they’re taking precautions for me—feels incredibly thoughtful, almost protective. It’s more than I expected.

I can’t help but grin, the tension in my chest loosening just a bit. “That’s really sweet, thank you,” I say, my voice light with gratitude. Knowing they’ve got my back makes everything feel a little less daunting.

I smile as I hear the start of one of my songs, love story , start playing (by taylor swift) in the background. As I start to hum, my phone dings.

I took my phone out of my back pocket and looked to see a message from Williams Racing on instagram.

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I slip my phone back into my pocket, feeling its familiar weight settle against my hip. Turning my attention to Diana, I notice she’s mid-conversation, her voice lilting as she discusses the unusually warm weather for this time of year. The sun beats down, making the air almost sticky, and I can feel a light sheen of sweat beginning to form at the back of my neck. I clear my throat with a small cough to get her attention before speaking.

“I’ll be alright now,” I say, my voice sounding steadier than I feel. “I got invited to the Williams garage.”

Her eyebrows lift in mild surprise, and she tilts her head with a curious smile. “Oh? That’s nice. I can walk you there if you’d like,” she offers, a hint of genuine warmth in her tone as she falls into step beside me.

I nod gratefully, returning her smile. “Thanks, I’d appreciate it.”

As we make our way through the crowded paddock, the buzz of activity surrounds us. The hum of engines revving in the distance, the faint scent of burning rubber, and the excited chatter of fans create a sensory tapestry that is unmistakably Formula 1. The Williams garage is up ahead, its blue and white banners standing out among the sea of team colors.

Just as we draw closer, I spot a familiar figure—Mr. Vowles, the team principal, standing by the entrance, his hands clasped behind his back as he speaks with a group of engineers. There’s a calm authority in his posture, even as the hustle of the race weekend unfolds around him.

My pulse quickens as we draw even closer to the Williams garage. The flurry of activity around us feels almost suffocating, and I can’t help but notice the curious glances from passersby. It’s my first public appearance after months of being away, and the weight of those unsaid questions hangs heavy in the air.

As we approach the entrance, Mr. Vowles looks up from his conversation, sensing our presence. His expression shifts from concentration to a welcoming grin, the lines around his eyes crinkling with warmth. “There you are,” he says, his voice carrying a tone of easy familiarity. “Hello, Y/N! I’m James Vowles, but please, just call me James.”

He extends a hand, his demeanor friendly and inviting despite the bustling surroundings. There’s a hint of recognition in his gaze—like he’s aware of who I am, or maybe just curious about the singer who suddenly vanished from the limelight.

I hum softly, finding my voice as I step forward to shake his hand. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you, James.” I offer a small smile, hoping it comes across as more confident than I feel. “Thank you for offering up your garage for me. I appreciate the hospitality.”

His grin widens, and there’s a flicker of something in his eyes—respect, perhaps, or a subtle acknowledgment of the unspoken stories that linger between us. “Our pleasure. It’s not every day we have a special guest with such a storied background. You’re more than welcome here.”

Diana hums thoughtfully and glances at James, a playful glint in her eye. “I leave her in your care,” she says with a smile, her tone light but sincere. She then turns to me, her expression softening. “It was nice to meet you, Y/N. Until next time,” she adds, giving me a small wave before turning on her heel and walking off, her figure soon blending into the sea of people.

I’m left standing at the entrance of the garage, the faint sounds of machinery and chatter surrounding me as I take in the unfamiliar scene. There’s a moment of hesitation, the feeling of being out of place creeping in despite the warm welcome.

“So… what now?” I say, glancing up at James with a faint chuckle to mask my uncertainty. “I’ve never been to one of these before. No idea what I’m supposed to do.”

James chuckles at my honesty, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Well, I’m sure Diana gave you a good tour around the paddock and the grid,” he says, crossing his arms casually. “But how about meeting the drivers? I’m sure Alex and Franco can spare a few minutes to say hello.”

There’s a friendly enthusiasm in his voice, as if he’s eager to make me feel at home in this high-octane world. The idea of meeting the drivers piques my curiosity, and a hint of nervous excitement stirs within me.

I perk up at the suggestion, though the flutter of nervousness in my chest is hard to ignore. Meeting the drivers feels like venturing into unfamiliar territory—a glimpse behind the curtain that I’m not entirely sure I’m prepared for. I’ve spent so long away from the public eye that even casual encounters seem daunting, like I’m out of practice.

“That sounds great,” I reply, managing a genuine smile despite the unease tightening in my chest. “I’d love to meet them.” My voice wavers just a little, betraying the anxious energy simmering beneath the surface. “I’ve seen Alex race on TV before, but I’ve never actually met a driver… or been this close to the action.” I laugh softly, hoping it comes off as lighthearted rather than strained.

“Lead the way?” I add, glancing at James with a mix of eagerness and uncertainty, my hands fidgeting at my sides. There’s excitement, yes, but also the familiar weight of anxiety, making me wonder if I’ll manage to fit into this world—or if I’ll just feel out of place all over again.

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f1 a little birdie told us y/n is in the williams hospitality! it looks like williams was the only team to invite y/n inside or the only team she was interested in? #F1 

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username11 i doubt williams was the only team to invite her!

username7 why’re you making it sound like the other teams dislike her? 😭

username2 i still can’t believe y/n is outside 😧

williamsracing the little birdie is correct! she’s safe and sound with us! 💙

↳username11 does this mean she’s meeting the boys???  

↳williamsracing she’s about too! 

username3 but what does this mean musically? is she back? #imdelusional 

third pov

James had sent a message to the drivers’ group chat well before inviting Y/N to the garage, giving them a heads-up to expect a couple of guests later in the day. In the text, he made it clear that they should stay put in Franco’s room and be on the lookout for their arrival. With James’s usual eye for organization, he had made sure to emphasize the importance of keeping things discreet, hoping to avoid any unnecessary chaos in the busy environment.

Inside Franco’s room, the air buzzed lightly with anticipation. Alex and Franco were seated on the worn leather couch, chatting casually about their upcoming schedules. The conversation meandered from the logistics of travel to plans for the off-season, each driver sharing his own ideas for how to make the most of the downtime. Their words overlapped occasionally, excitement rising as they discussed possible locations for training and leisure.

Suddenly, a sharp knock interrupted their conversation. Both men paused, glancing at each other before Franco rose from the couch, crossing the room to open the door.

Franco approached the door, turning the handle and pulling it open just enough to catch a glimpse of James standing on the other side. As recognition set in, he swung the door wider, making room for James to step through. A moment later, Y/N appeared behind him, her presence drawing immediate attention as she trailed closely after James.

James strode confidently into the room, his usual air of authority softened by a hint of excitement. “There’s someone I’d like for you two to meet,” he announced, his tone carrying just a touch of mystery. With a subtle gesture, he stepped aside, allowing Y/N to take center stage, her figure framed in the doorway as the focal point of the room.

As Y/N stepped into the room, Alex’s eyes flicked over to her, and he stood up slowly. He knew of her—the whole world did—but seeing her in person, especially after her months away, was different. She held herself with a quiet determination, though there was still a hint of uncertainty in the way her gaze briefly dipped to the floor before rising again.

“Hi, I’m Alex,” he said, keeping his voice soft and extending a hand. He noticed only the slightest hesitation before she took it, her grip firmer than he’d expected.

“Nice to meet you,” Y/N replied, her voice steady. She met his gaze, her expression composed but carrying a guardedness that suggested she was still finding her footing. It wasn’t shyness, exactly, but a careful control—like she was reminding herself to be present in the moment.

“It’s good to see you here,” Alex offered with a gentle smile, his tone casual. “Hopefully, things are looking up.”

Y/N nodded, a small smile touching her lips. “Trying to,” she said, her voice a little stronger now. There was more left unsaid, but she seemed willing to let the silence speak for her rather than rushing to fill it.

As Alex stepped back, Franco took a step forward, his gaze irresistibly drawn to Y/N. The moment their eyes met, the world seemed to still, and time stretched in that small space between them. His breath hitched as he glimpsed something in her expression—more than just shyness. It was a quiet determination touched by a vulnerability that tugged at something deep inside him.

“Franco,” he introduced himself, his voice unexpectedly tender. There was a softness in his gaze, as though he could sense the silent courage it took for her to be there, facing the world anew.

“Y/N,” she replied, her voice steady, yet intimate, as if sharing a secret. She held his gaze for a heartbeat longer than necessary, then looked away—not out of hesitation, but as if deciding how much of herself to lay bare.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Franco murmured, the warmth in his tone matching the gentle curve of his smile. He kept a respectful distance, aware that while she exuded strength, there was still a part of her that seemed fragile, as though testing the waters.

“Likewise,” Y/N responded softly, her hands settling at her sides. She resisted the impulse to fidget, letting the moment linger between them. The silence that followed felt almost deliberate, as if it was allowing something unspoken to take root. Franco found himself drawn to the quiet resilience she radiated—a kind of beauty that seemed to unfold with every second he spent in her presence.

y/n’s pov

After a while of simple yet engaging conversation, I found myself feeling more at ease. I shared how I had always been a fan of racing, my voice growing steadier as I spoke. “There’s something thrilling about watching it unfold on screen,” I said, trying to convey my excitement.

Alex leaned in, intrigued. “That’s great to hear! It’s always nice to meet fans who really appreciate the sport.” His enthusiasm was infectious, and I couldn’t help but smile back at him.

Franco nodded, a smile on his face. “It definitely takes a lot of dedication to get here. Every race pushes us to prove ourselves.” His sincerity made me feel even more connected to their world.

As the conversation shifted to their plans for the day, Alex described the strategies for securing points in the race, his passion evident. “It’s all about timing and reading the situation,” he explained, and I listened intently, occasionally asking questions to show my genuine interest.

I relished this moment, enjoying the chance to connect with them. For a brief time, the weight of my absence from the limelight felt lighter, and I was just another fan in the room.

Just as they began to delve deeper into the day’s logistics, James cleared his throat, breaking the moment. “Time to head back to the paddock area,” he announced. “The pre-race interviews are about to start.”

I felt a twinge of disappointment at the thought of leaving this conversation behind, but I nodded. “Good luck out there. I’ll be cheering for you both,” I said sincerely, glancing at both drivers, though my gaze lingered on Franco a beat longer, as if the words were meant just for him.

As I followed James toward the door, I glanced back over my shoulder, catching Franco’s eye one last time. I offered him a small, lingering smile, hoping to hold onto the quiet connection we had just begun to form, even as we braced ourselves for the chaos of race day.

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F1GOSSIP oh? Is this just franco being his charming self or is something brewing? this is after franco got asked how meeting y/n was. If you have the full clip, please send it in!

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username2 me when y/n announces new music #imdelusional 

username9 no! y/n’s mineeee stay back 🤺🤺🤺

username1 my reaction when i see my leftovers still uneaten in the fridge 

username3 let’s not get carried away chat

username8 they’d lowkey be cute ,no?

username4 here goes mr rizzler

username5 we think y/n giggling at this or not even knowing that he’s basically down bad? 

As I gaze out the window of the paddock suite, my heart thrums with a mix of anticipation and anxiety, waiting for the drivers’ parade to conclude so the race can finally commence. The vibrant colors of the team uniforms blur together in a whirlwind of excitement outside, a stark contrast to the stillness within me. 

I’ve spent so long in hiding—wrapped in the suffocating embrace of identity crises, exhaustion, and a profound sense of disconnection from everything I once held dear. The weight of fame had become unbearable, each flash of a camera a reminder of the lack of privacy I craved. I’d watched as my personal relationships—family, friends—slipped through my fingers, one by one, until I was left with only echoes of laughter in empty rooms.

For the past several months, my life felt like an endless loop of anxiety and depression, a tangled web of emotions that left me feeling isolated and unrecognizable even to myself. The music that once flowed so freely from my soul now felt like a distant memory, a faint whisper drowned out by the noise of my insecurities.

I close my eyes, massaging my temples gently as I let the world around me fade into a soft murmur. The noise of the paddock, the distant roar of engines, and the chatter of eager fans all blend into a soothing backdrop as I focus inward. I think long and hard about what I truly want to do, contemplating the next steps I need to take to reclaim my sense of self and direction.

Images flash through my mind—memories of laughter, music, and the vibrant life I once lived, alongside the shadows of doubt and uncertainty that have lingered for far too long. I sift through these feelings, weighing the burden of expectations against the freedom of possibility. It’s not just about what others want for me; it’s about what I want for myself.

I draw in a deep breath, letting the air fill my lungs as I clear my mind of the noise. Slowly, I allow the weight of indecision to lift, replaced by a flicker of clarity. I envision the goals I’ve set aside and the dreams that still ignite a spark within me. With each thought, I feel a renewed sense of determination taking shape.

Finally, I open my eyes again, and the world around me comes back into focus, sharper and more vibrant than before. There’s a newfound sense of purpose coursing through my veins, a conviction that I can chart my own course and embrace the unknown. I sit up a little straighter, feeling invigorated by the possibilities that lie ahead, ready to take the next step with confidence and resolve. With all that said and done, I picked up my phone with an idea in mind.

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yourusername I’ve tried in so many ways to come back, but I always took a U-turn, doubting myself and slipping deeper into a place I never thought I’d find myself in. The past several months have been a struggle—a relentless cycle of exhaustion, anxiety, and moments of profound loneliness. The weight of the spotlight felt more like a shackle than a blessing, and I lost sight of who I am and what brings me joy.

I hope you guys miss me as much as I missed you. It’s hard to be away from the people and things I love, especially when music has been my lifeline. I spent so long in my own head, pushing away friends and family, that I forgot how vital connection is to my soul.

But here I am at a Formula 1 Grand Prix, surrounded by the roar of engines and the thrill of the upcoming race, feeling that spark igniting again. This moment is a powerful reminder of the joy that comes from pursuing what we love. I’m learning to embrace the chaos and take the first steps toward rebuilding my life, piece by piece.

So, this isn’t just a post; it’s a promise. I’m finding my way back to music, to the stage, and to myself. I can’t wait to share new songs with you, but more importantly, I want to reconnect with you all in ways that matter.

Stay tuned, because I’m not just coming back; I’m coming back stronger, and I have so much to share. 

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username1 the scream i just scrumpt and the race hasn’t even started yet!!!

username2 god answered my prayers and i’m not talking about lando world domination!

↳username10 lando we can be world champions i said!! 🧡

username3  lowk just got chills omg

username4 NEW MUSIC COMING ALERT!!!!

username5 it’s too early to be crying 😢

username6 WE MISSED YOU MORE!!

username7 you’re never alone y/n! i’m here 🤗

username8 lowk heartbreaking knowing the reason you left was due to struggles and not because you wanted to go on vacation or something 😔

username9 my queen, im deeply glad to have you back with us 💕

williamsracing ay, i see the williams team! the team will always be here for you y/n, especially when you need motivation and support! 💙💙

↳username5 ok now im sobbing

↳username11 this is deadass too cute 

↳username2 who’s cutting onions?

I shut my phone off and tuck it into my purse, sealing away any connection to the world outside this moment. No more notifications, no more distractions—just me, here. I glance around the paddock, surrounded by a sea of busy engineers, media personnel, and team members, all bustling with excitement as the race is about to begin. The walls of the hospitality suite insulate me from the noise of the crowd outside, but I can still feel the thrum of energy reverberating through the glass.

I shift my focus to the grid on the screen in front of me, watching the drivers as they line up in their spots, engines purring in anticipation. Outside, the Texas sun beats down relentlessly on the Circuit of the Americas, casting long shadows on the track. I can feel the tension building, a nervous buzz in the air as the seconds tick down to lights out.

I take a deep breath, but it’s not because of the race about to unfold. No, this moment is about something much bigger. The relief that comes with turning off my phone is like a release—a tangible sense of freedom I haven’t felt in what seems like forever .And now, watching the cars settle into position, the drivers preparing for the challenge ahead, it feels symbolic—like I’m waiting for my own race to begin.

The engines rev louder, vibrating through the floor beneath me, and I exhale slowly. The lights above the starting line flash red, one by one. My heart pounds in time with the countdown, but this time, it’s not out of fear or anxiety. It’s out of anticipation. I’m ready. As the lights blink off and the cars roar forward, I feel it—this is the start of something new, not just for them, but for me too. My own restart, right here, right now.

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popping in for slick sunday thinking more about a fic i have in progress right now (quick cw for threats of violence) :

specifically a scene where omega!steve and alpha!eddie have their daughter (well, steve's daughter, but she might as well be eddie's too at this point) at the park or something. somehow, in the minute or two they looked away for some undetermined reason, their girl disappears. one minute, she was going down the slide, and the next, gone.

it doesn't take long to find her. five minutes, max. she didn't get far. but in those five minutes, steve's entire world is collapsing. he can't live without his daughter. he's on the verge of a panic attack when eddie finally spots her, just off to the side of the playground picking some flowers. steve's panic morphs straight into anger the second he sees the man standing next to her. a man he recognizes.

he storms over, eddie following behind like a lost puppy who has no idea what's going on. eddie had been fortunate enough in his years to never bear witness to true omega rage. until now. he'd heard stories of omegas protecting their pups, doing whatever it takes to keep them safe, but he had never seen it in real time until this moment. he doesn't know who this man is, but it's clear that steve does, and he wants him nowhere near his little girl.

steve calls his daughter's name, visibly trying to keep his cool and not scare her. she looks up, and the brightest smile stretches across her face. "look, daddy!" she calls back, holding up her tiny fist, full of flowers. "i got flowers!"

"i can see that," steve responds with a soft smile, one eddie has only ever seen him give to her. "why don't you and eddie take those very pretty flowers back to the playground, my love? i'm sure he can help you find something to put them in so we can bring them home with us."

eddie wants to protest. he wants to stay, to figure out who this man is and why steve is so hell bent on being alone with him. he distinctly smells alpha on the stranger, which only makes him want to stay more. however, he listens. mostly. he does take her back to the playground. they find a cup to hold the flowers in, in the bag steve packed. then she goes back to the playing, running around with some of the other kids. the whole time, eddie has one eye and one ear on steve and the stranger, who isn't such a stranger.

the conversation starts out hushed. eddie can't hear anything. soon, though, there's shouting. eddie can't help but watch, slowly migrating closer in case he needs to step in. whether that would be to protect steve or the stranger, eddie isn't so sure.

"you're the one that didn't want this, tommy!" steve spits at the stranger, tommy. "you're the one that walked away!"

"you can't keep me from my own kid, steve," tommy spits back. "i have rights."

ah, eddie thinks to himself, this is starting to make a lot more sense.

"you gave up those rights when you walked out and told me to never contact you again, asshole. she is not your kid. she's mine."

"she has my DNA, doesn't she?" tommy crosses his arms. "you'll either let me see her, or i'm taking you to court for full custody. your choice."

"like fucking hell you are. i swear to god, tommy, if you come anywhere near her ever again, i will slit your fucking throat."

that's all i have thought out for this so far, and it'll be much more detailed and planned out if/when it eventually gets put into the fic itself, but i've been thinking about it a lot lately and thought you might enjoy it :)

happy slick sunday, friend :)

protective omega steve is the best!! thank you for sharing and happy slick sunday to you too!!💛

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LOVE LANGUAGES

ft. genshin men

bell's note: sorry if the matte looks weird or too bright it's my first time messing around with it, might want to read it on a dark/darker mode just in case, experimenting with a more descriptive writing style so if we like let me know, no specific reader type, not proofread or word counted so if there are mistakes let me know, ga-ming is not included because i haven't been up-to-date with genshin and do not want to mischaracterize him

also date is weird because i accidentally posted and had to edit privately so oopsies

words of affirmation

kazuha, thoma, baizhu, neuvillette, zhongli, diluc

Whether it be a small word of encouragement or a simple, "you're doing great today", he always seems to know what to say and when to say it. His words soft as a dew drop falling from leaf to leaf in a misty morning, hitting your ears with such motion that you cannot help the smile that graces your lips, and lifts up the corners of them; like the movement of a picnic blanket being spread out on a flowery field.

quality time

kaeya, ajax, diluc, ayato, itto, gorou, neuvillette, wriothesley

Despite his busy days or numerous tasks for the day, whenever he gets a break he always goes to spend it with you first. Strolls down moonlight paths, childish games galore among hushed giggles, silent remarks exchanged between the flipping of a book's pages, or adoring smiles with stones that fail to jump the stream's waves like dolphins in the ocean. While your time may be short together as duties will call him back, your graceful smile and happy laughter will fill his lungs with purpose and a calm spirit for days to come.

physical touch

freminet, wanderer, tighnari, lyney, thoma, venti

A lingering hand tracing stars onto your back, each touch making your stress dissolve like sugar on your tongue. In other situations, it's a slightly calloused hand latching onto yours perfectly, as if your two hands were magnets meeting each other as one. A firm yet gentle grasp of his hands onto your hips as he oh-so-softly moves you to the side, your shoulders brushing against each other as he walks ahead of you. It could even be the way his thumb traces your cheek on quiet nights in bed, but no matter what it is your stomach is akin to churning butter whenever he touches you.

acts of service

neuvillette, zhongli, tighnari, alhaitham, heizou, xiao, cyno

Holding open a door amidst the sunny heat waves, waiting oh-so-patiently for you to reach it in your midst. It's even the simple offer to do the dishes or clean up around the house for you after a long day of work. Your clean clothes that were previously in a messy pile on the bed the moment you left your shared home for the day were put away neatly in their respective places in your bedroom by the time you returned home. Food prepared early with a little note, with sweet whispers decorated with ink on the note attached to the plate. Although he might seem cold or awfully busy at times, the things he does for you just because he can, says completely otherwise.

gift giving

xiao, zhongli , neuvillette, ajax, lyney, ayato, diluc, venti, kaveh

A bouquet of freshly picked flowers lying on your doorstep. Or an odd trinket from Archons knows what but he's so proud about acquiring it for you that you can't help the laugh that leaves your lungs. If you're lucky he'll find the ingredients to make his special dish, placing it beside you before retreating back to whatever he was busy with that day, but not before giving your temple a soft kiss. On rainy days he'll appear soaked to the bone, a boyish grin lacing his pretty face, with a chipped-off gem in his hands, claiming that the rain smoothed it out for him; hence why he had to get it instead of waiting for the rain to pass. No matter the gift he brings, though, you always cherish them no matter what

[writingduhh]

Chuckle Sandwich || Shopping With Him (HC)

I had this idea while talking to my absolute bestie babe @lvrj4mie 😩 ILYSM

Im also taking requests or just any suggestions or ideas!! Thanks for reading!

❥ Jschlatt:

▷ Would rather die than go shopping… He only goes because he loves you.

▷ Holds all your bags and items you pick.

▷ Definitely will pull some skimpy or revealing clothing off the clothing rack, suggesting you try it on for him.

▷ Trying to encourage him to get outside his comfort zone (Only wearing shorts and sweatshirts 😭)

▷ After some time passes he actually begins to enjoy himself. Well, he enjoys spending quality time with you.

▷ I can see him sharing random yet entertaining stories with you as you walk around from store to store.

▷ He absolutely insists on treating you to at least one thing. Whether it’s a new pair of pants, some new shoes, or even just a pretzel from the cafeteria.

▷ Having to stop his impulse buying of stupid or useless things.

“Y/n look!” Schlatts voice calls, catching the attention of a passersby or two.

“Shh. What is it?” You playfully hush, walking over to where he stood, investigating the shelves.

Suddenly he pulled out the most ridiculous looking monkey replica (the golden ball monkey lmao

“What is THAT?!”

“It’s a beautiful golden balled monkey.” He grins, happily showing off his find.

Together you both shared a laugh. Assuming he’d put the item down you began to walk over to the next shop. To your surprise he didn’t follow you. Turning around you saw him motioning towards the register as he stood in kind.

“Jay, what are you doing? That’s expensive for such a silly thing.”

“Don’t worry y/n, we’re rich!” He jokingly responds (he would say this)

“Schlatt, are you seriously going to buy it? What are you going to do with it?”

“I’ll take him everywhere with me! I’ll tuck him into bed and kiss him goodnight.” He excitedly explains.

You can’t help but smile as you let out a small sigh.

“If you really want it, go for it.”

▷ He definitely makes sure you stop at the cafeteria for some lunch or just to taste test some snacks.

❥ Ted:

▷ Such a gentleman. He holds all the doors open for you, holds your bags, offers to pay (even though you politely refuse)

▷ He’s Low-key quite fashionable. He’d be helping you pick out trendy clothes and even help you put together cute outfits

▷ Always suggesting things for you to try on. He loves to see you happy and confident in the new clothes.

▷ Enjoys trying things on himself as well. He’d definitely throw in a crazy outfit just to get your reaction.

▷ Definitely takes this opportunity to use the Photo Booth or at least get some cute and funny pictures with the two of you

▷ I can honestly see him being the type who enjoys people watching.

▷ You sit in the cafeteria together sharing some food as you watch people walk past, making up little stories about their lives.

“Ok ok, what about him?” Ted questions, motioning towards the passerby.

“Uh, I think he is currently in a big fight with his partner. He’s definitely trying to find them a gift or something… I’m not very good at the game. You go. ” You reply.

“I thought it was a great story. Hmm ok that dude right there. He’s actually undercover right now. He’s an fbi agent called… 770. There is a huge heist going on right now in the store below us.” He seriously remarks.

“Why are you so good at this game.” You playfully sigh.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get it eventually.” He chuckles, placing a kiss in the back of your hand.

▷ Makes you do a try on haul the second you get home, mixing and matching every possible outfit

[myjisung]

stray kids : their perfect date !

content. stray kids ot8, gn!reader, short hcs — fluff.

warning. general mention of food in minho's bit

wordcount. 900

bang chan ( 방찬 )

any date fulfills chan's need to spend time with you but the perfect date, to him, is a day spent at the beach. you are no stranger to chan's love for the sea so, you often offer to travel over to the coast in order to spend some time together, enjoy the scenery and walk barefoot in the water. chan would shine the brightest in those moments, especially when you join him in the water to be silly together. those days at the beach are exhausting but, chan's smile is worth every bit of fatigue you feel the day after.

lee know ( 리노 )

minho likes to spend quality time over a good meal, which is why he really enjoys eating out with you. he would let you pick the restaurant or menu and then have the best time ever. it's not really about the food but more about sharing a moment together, eating off of each other's plates and sharing dessert. he likes the way you pout when you realize you do not enjoy the food you insisted to choose eventhough he told you you would not like it. but minho also loves switching dishes and letting you eat what he picked specifically for you in the first place.

changbin ( 창빈 )

if you were to ask him what he thinks is a perfect date, changbin would reply that any date with you is what comes the closest to being perfect. but if he had to choose, he would say that he enjoys it the most when you go out to grab a drink until late in the night.

changbin likes laidback dates outside. sitting at a bar, with a cocktail or any kind of soda just to talk about anything that comes to your mind is his definition of a perfect moment spent with you. he finds that it is in those special instances that he connects with you best, when you bask in his own presence and let yourself flow with the conversation.

hyunjin ( 현진 )

now this one might be on the nose but hyunjin absolutely adores dates at the museum. he loves walking around in a quiet space all while admiring works from his favorite artists. he enjoys the intimacy of holding conversations in hushed voices and looking at your face when deep in thought in front of an artist's work. hyunjin would tell you everything he knows about the pieces he is familiar with and answer all the questions you might have about them. he is the type to bring both his camera and sketchbook along with him and he might end up drawing a quick sketch of you admiring a beautiful picture if the opportunity to shows itself.

han ( 한 )

he's a nervous guy. han would be stressing about an upcoming date days ( if not weeks ) before it happened—getting all up in his own head and imagining the worst case scenarios until it was time to go. one way for him to feel less anxious about it and fully enjoy himself is to take you to the movies. what jisung likes most about dates at the cinema is that he does not have to stress about conversation starters. once the movie is over, he knows you will be talking about it and have a good time whether it was a good or bad watch.

felix ( 필릭스 )

now this guy loves an over the top date. he absolutely adores to go on adventures with you, which is why he enjoys sightseeing dates! he would brainstorm with you what places, what views, you have been wanting to see and he will make it happen on that next date you guys have planned. felix loves it from the booking of train tickets to the ride home and the way your head falls on his shoulder when you doze off.

he loves to take pictures as the day goes by—to share them with you but also to keep some of them to himself. felix loves experiencing new things with you.

seungmin ( 승민 )

as a simple guy, seungmin loves simple things. he is not big on sitting around and do nothing but talk ( tho he enjoys it thoroughly as well ). so, a perfect date for him is to go on a walk with you. he likes the park the most but seungmin could make do with any setting. he likes an unplanned route, talking about everything and nothing at the same time while you walk around. sometimes, those walks turn into completely different dates. you've walked past a cute looking café? it becomes a coffee date then. the book shop at the corner caught your eye? let's read a book on a bench at the park and talk about it as he walks you back home then.

i.n ( 아��엔 )

jeongin usually lets you pick the places you go to when you plan dates together. not that picking is a chore, but rather because he likes making you happy. however, the few times he insists you go somewhere together, it is always to go book a karaoke room. he likes sharing an interest of his with you, showing off the new techniques he has been taught or just watching you kill highnotes in front of him. jeongin adores singing ballads along with you just as much as he enjoys screaming to the tune of cartoon's opening songs in the same mic as yours. those are moments he looks back on fondly whenever he misses you.

taglist. @l3visbby — let me know if you would like to be added / removed.

© myjisung. please do not copy, translate, repost or claim my work as your own.

[noisyquokka]

I know this is a very vague request and im really sorry in advance 😭… do you think you could write some headcanons/reactions for wayv? I noticed that most nct content is for dream, sometimes 127, and rarely my wayv boys and i LOVE them 😮‍💨, i dont really have a concept in mind i would prefer if it was made with a female reader in mind but gender neutral works just as well, and idk maybe a little bit suggestive if youre in the mood for it?? Idk anyways thanks for listening and im sorry im not giving you much to work with :)

+ OMG OK I JUST SENT IN A VAGUE REQUEST FOR WAYV BUT I THOUGHT OF SOMETHING NOW, idk if you’ll see this but do you think you could do wayvs reaction to a female reader whos more dominant, not necessarily in the bedroom sense (although that too) but just someone who looks more feminine but automatically takes on more masculine gender roles in a relationship like being big spoon, or bringing home the bag, or being the one to take care of things and fix things? Again i don’t necessarily mean in a sexual way just more in a general relationship because i know you said you werent confident/comfortable writing nsfw stuff, but if you wanted to take a more suggestive route too i wouldnt be mad, youre the writer here, im just here to support 💗, thank you again!

A/N - Not me having a whole-ass brain fart on gender roles as I wrote this🤪but ohhhohoo I love this idea!!! I'm sorry it took forever :( also some of these are longer than others, I apologize. But I still hope you enjoy 💛 Thank you for the request, Love!

WORDCOUNT - 1,165

WARNINGS - F!reader, suggestive if you squint from the other side of the galaxy??

Kun

you had told him that you were quite independent from the beginning of your relationship

perhaps you hadn't been persuasive enough, or it didn't register in Kun's head...

because when he comes home from tour, he doesn't expect to find you in the kitchen, cursing under your breath with your head ducked beneath the sink

it appears you're too busy groveling at the plumbing to notice his presence, the clanking of metal on metal hitting his ears

"What... are you doing?" is followed by a thud! and another hushed curse as you emerge from the cabinet, rubbing at the crown of your head with a grimace

you're met with warm hands and a concerned gaze as you straighten up, adjustable wrench in your grip

"The shut-off valve for the cold water failed," you wipe the sweat from your brow, eyeing the small space you have to work with under the sink, "so I went and picked up replacements for both."

and Kun's just standing there like 'woah, babe, go off'

but also a little worried

cue the "shouldn't we call a plumber", and the "are you sure's"

it's not that he believes you're incapable, far from it!

he's just got no clue about the tricks of that trade lmao

asks if you need help

will literally sit by and watch like a curious Retriever whether you need extra hands or not (without being in the way, of course)

he has no idea where your confidence comes from when it comes to these types of things, but it's kinda... 😏

you finish the job in two hours, checking for any leaks after you turn the water back on and let the water flow through the pipes to clear the air in the lines

after this, he quickly adapts to you taking lead around the house with similar things

he's so used to being the leader/taking lead on so many things that it's so refreshing for him.

you're just the type to say "Hey, I've got it!" with no expectations

he's gonna find his ways of thanking you for the things you do btw

cooking you dinner, cleaning the entire house, buying you something you've been eyeing for forever.

also lives and breaths you cuddling him

back hugs, waking up to you pulling him back into your arms before you're both falling asleep again

this man is so content being little spoon if it means you're right there

Ten

totally into it!

I'd bet that this man goes full doting boyfriend

probably the most curious out of all the guys

would be super invested if you were an HVAC technician or something just because of how physically demanding the job is

asks you if he could tag along to work one day like an excited child

to which you tell him that it's not as exciting for him to watch considering most of the job is you crawling into tight spaces

like you'd literally be in some dusty attic, sweltering as you work

it happens anyways, because you find that your HVAC unit is outdated, so naturally, you choose to update it yourself

cue a sneaky head peeking around the corner every chance he gets because, contrary to what you had said, Ten is very entertained

the man has the biggest heart eyes for you through the entire process - which is roughly 6 hours

"your attention to detail is beyond admirable!"

"I'd say it's necessary when I'm working with electrical, Babe."

wants to learn how to do whatever it is you're working on

doesn't matter what it is you're doing

soaks up whatever you teach him

mans is a whole sponge istg

at the same time he's absolutely gonna tell you to keep being the boss-ass bitch that you are

WinWin

supportive but a lil insecure :(

like he loves you loads, supports you 100% in all that you do

but sometimes it'll make him feel like he's not doing enough in terms of your relationship

I don't see the insecurity coming from your confidence of taking on a more masculine role, but more out of worrying that his time is so limited with you and around the house so when he is home, he feels like it's not enough

feels like he shouldn't tell you at first

like it sounds a little like an excuse to be an ass

but eventually thinks it's the best thing for your relationship

y'all take communication so seriously so why start holding back over something like this

you're quick to reassure him that he does more than enough

like sir, sit down and kick your feet up, you literally do so much for me, I will write you a whole list rn

it works to a certain extent, so you offer him some options "to make up for it" cough I'll leave this up to interpretation💀

fair to say that all is better with a little communication

Xiaojun

I say this solely for his safety and benefit

do not, under any circumstances, let this man know you can do some of the things that you're capable of!!

boy is too petty and competitive to have this knowledge

I feel like he'd be the type to see you so confidently take care of yard work and the next week turns into a competition of who can complete said tasks better

he wouldn't do it to make you feel less than, or to put you in your place (as if you wouldn't set his ass straight)

he's just a little dramatic

a lil competitive

he loses almost every time 😔

either makes excuses for it ("I didn't know there were levels to the lawn mower", "the handle on my rake was broken") or stays quiet

will be whiny for a few days afterwards

you have no issue giving him something to whine about-

Hendery

full cheerleader mode!!

he literally grew up with three sisters, ain't no way he's gonna be against a strong and independent woman doing her thing

is the best assistant when you need an extra set of hands

literally the kid that holds dad's flashlight while dad fixes the car except you don't have to remind him to hold it steady

he's on top of it, baby 😎

mans takes this as seriously as performing open-heart surgery

I'm talking brows set in concentration and hands as steady as my granny threading a needle (that woman was so talented)

tools are in your hand before you've even finished telling him what you need

bro is just that good

loves helping you to the point that when you don't need his help, he's just a pouty boy in the corner

like Kun and Ten, he'll just watch and cheer you on in those instances

he is the ultimate ally

YangYang

I could see him drawn toward a woman who takes initiative in a relationship

probably finds it attractive as hell

at the same time, I could see him not caring much about traditional gender roles

sees it as a social construct that is meant to be broken

he digs how dynamic you can be in any situation, definitely!

that said, he is the reason you fix so many things 🧍🏻‍♀️

listen, him being your boyfriend does not guarantee your safety from The Menace™

feels bad about it sometimes

but like... you never complain

YangYang swears he's a magnet for finding patient people that can tolerate his antics

which is exactly why he's wrapped around your finger

MASTERLIST

[jellyleggz]

stars above | han jisung

genre: best friends to lovers, fluff, sentimental as fuck, slight angst because both of them are dumb in love your honor

warning(s): some swearing

word count: 1.3K

…

“I’m telling you Jisung. I can’t fucking sleep for shit.”

The young man you call your best friend giggles through the phone. “Hey hey hey. You were the one who wanted brown sugar milk tea boba with 100% sweetness.”

“Yet you were the one enabling me.”

“Aweee. It can’t be that bad. We can like go stargazing and contemplate our mortal existence.” You swear this man will be the death of you with all his teasing.

You respond, “Don’t you ever get tired of stargazing Sung?” You know of his little habit of staying up late on some nights to watch the twinkling constellations and the enigmatic moon. He has a telescope in his room that he would take when he would escape into the wonders of the night to admire the beauty of the dark, moon-lit, star-lit sky.

He smiles to himself. “Never.” Because the stars remind me of you. He held those words back, knowing they would scare you away and friendship over.

Unbeknownst to you, he secretly held feelings for you. He never gets tired of stargazing because all of the stars above remind him all of you. People say how the moon is in love with the sun although Jisung thinks the contrary. You were the stars. His stars. He was the moon. You were the stars surrounding the moon. The moon feels not just the Earth’s proximity but all of the stars in the galaxy whether they are close or millions of light years away. Your presence can always be felt wherever he goes which is why everything reminds him of you. From breezy summer winds to late night hot chocolates to dumb Valentine meme cards to unwise money spending on boba, it all goes back to you.

Though he has all these feelings inside of him, he would rather not spill a speck of what he feels about you.

“Jisung? You there? Are we still stargazing?” He snaps back to reality.

He clears his throat, trying to get his thoughts together. “Uhh yeah. I’ll pick you up in five.”

True to his word, he arrived punctually. You bundled yourself in one of your many blankets as you waddled to his car. He thought you looked cute doing so. Once you opened the door, you saw him dressed in his favorite black hoodie and quokka beanie. Heh, cute you thought. His hair has gotten longer and some of it was perfectly framing his pretty face.

“You good?” His voice brings you back from the very spell he has entranced you in.

“Huh? Yeah I’m good.” You try your best to mask the nervousness in your voice.

“You know. With the look you were giving to me, I would have thought you were in love with me,” he jokes.

This man is so aggravating. Your eyes roll and you playfully punch him on the shoulder, making him hiss in pain. “OW!!! You do know violence is not the answer.”

“Oh hush you. Now let’s go. Wouldn’t want Cassiopeia waiting.”

“Just an FYI, Orion is my favorite constellation,” he huffs and sticks out his tongue. Of course you knew Orion was his favorite. You just wanted to annoy him like he annoys you.

The ride to his favorite open field was quiet aside from the songs playing from his night drive playlist. God it was hard keeping your eyes away from him as he drives. Of course this was not the first time he drove you. It’s just that… he’s just… AUGH. Fuck. You can’t even say shit to him.

Unbeknownst to him, you secretly held feelings for him too. No matter how much you annoy him or “complain” about him dragging you to stargazing, you know damn well just how much you deeply love him inside and out. Every single time he would take you stargazing, your feelings would exponentially go deeper than it was before. You didn’t know how that was even possible. He shows a side to you where you get to intimately know him fully. Every single day is a gift being with someone like him. Which is why you would rather be selfish with your feelings than losing him forever when the cat is out of the bag. At least that was what you thought.

The open field with freshly cut grass fills your senses with the Earthy scent of grass and the cold, gentle breeze of the night. Jisung takes his telescope from the trunk and follows you to the middle of the field.

“Looks like it’s a great night tonight. No clouds can be seen so far,” he says as he sets up the telescope.

“It does feel like a great night,” you blurted while admiring the crescent moon.

Both of you silently observe the starry sky with the lone moon. No words can describe what you both feel at this very moment. It’s such an indescribable feeling. You both share the feeling of awe when appreciating the jewels of the galaxy. That shared sentiment alone makes the moment so intimate even without uttering a single word. Even without hands touching each other.

After minutes of silence between you two, you both observe something moving in the sky. More and more of them started to move too.

“Oh my god shooting stars! Make a wish Ji! Make a wish!” you squeal in delight.

And so both of you closed your eyes and wished under the shooting stars. Jisung opens one of his eyes to steal a little glance of you before continuing his wish.

Unsurprisingly, both of you wished for the same thing; the courage to confess to each other without ruining your friendship.

Moments later, you opened your eyes. “So what did you wish for Ji?”

“Nuh uh it’s a secret,” he asserts, trying his best not to appear worried.

“You can tell meee. I’m your best friend, remember.”

“No.” He sticks out his tongue.

You prepare your pleading eyes to make him more pliant. “Pleaseeee.”

“No.”

Jisung finally gives up and sighs, “Okay fine. Fine. But don’t freak out okay.”

“But why would I freak out?” Did he wish to be together with someone? Is he gonna confess that he likes another person?? Fuck.

“Remember when I told you about how the moon is in love with the stars rather than the sun?”

You nod and chuckle, “But isn’t the sun also a star?”

“I know I know but listen. Listen carefully because I don’t want to repeat my words again.” He takes a deep breath and holds your hands. “I’m the moon Y/N and you’re the stars. My stars. I’m completely, deeply in love with you.”

And that’s when your eyes widen to a confession you would have never expected yet something you’ve been wishing for to the universe. Your eyes sparkle, resembling that of a shining star. “So how does your confession tie to your wish?”

“I-uh well I wished to have the courage to confess to you.” He was getting red like a tomato. “I guess it came true.”

“You know what’s funny Han Jisung?” He looks at you like he was a deer in the headlights. You usually only use his full name on a serious occasion. Is she mad? Did I upset her? Does this mean she will reject me? Will we stay—

“I wished for the same thing as you did. It’s just that you beat me to it.” He looks at you with complete shock.

“Are you bullshiting me?”

“No Ji I’m not. I’ve loved you for a while now.” You let out a mirthful laugh. Your thumb rubs on his skin to reassure him. “May I ask you a question?”

“Yes. What is it?”

“May I kiss you?”

He smiles so endearingly at you that you could explode like a supernova. “Of course you can.”

And so you got on your tippy toes to capture his lips with yours. It was a kiss you have been anticipating for months now. It was a kiss under the stars. A kiss under the waning crescent. You wouldn’t mind getting lost in his kiss every night.

…

A/N: This has been in the drafts for just a bit. I got some time to finalize it. Hopefully you enjoy the read!

[silviakundera]

The Spirealm episode 5 -7 reaction (Let's call this episode 4 now per the new 38 episodes version)

fair warning: in these episode reactions I'm not gonna pretend I haven't read the novel. in fact, I purposely finished the novel before viewing, to get The Full Experience. thus novel spoilers, including twist end, included.

[1] [2] [3-4]

DON'T LEAN ON THE BANISTER ASDFGHJK

Ruan Baijie saving his boyfriend's ass yet again, must be Tuesday.

Then first key!!!! I wanna see the key!!!!!!!!

The survivors: wow, ok, Baijie really loves u

"Are you leaving so soon and reluctant to leave me?" // "No, it's not that," he lies

The suspicious survivors just couldn't resist trying to steal the door note and now no one has the key but the monster NICE GOING 😒

ahh and then the reveal that ofc Ruan Baijie figured out the taboos long before. He saves those who are worthy (aka his new partner).

wow Ruan Baijie is pretty. gifs don't do him justice.

Death match vs the bad hair day from The Ring.

Ep6

The whole scene in the opening of ep 6 is terribly cute. Ruan Baijie exposed as a drama sprite who was faking his injury, but Lin Quishi just accepts this in good humor as he's told this was just to "bring us closer" and for fun. Another round of, you're really picking me? but why?

He really does the, 'come closer' move to make your crush get up close so you can create a sense of intimacy with hushed voices smh

"Because there is light in you."

oh, did you give me this expensive looking necklace because you want me to join your gang?

no, because you are you.

..... misses the very gay pass completely.

(tbh I feel as if the actor is playing it like his character IS sensing the romantic undertones sometimes but doesn't know how to respond/not ready to process it and so represses & pushes it out of his mind and to the side)

Ep 7

They solved the case. Ruan Baijie gives him back the key again, "Still yours." They exchange a romantic look before he steps over.

Our protagonist thinks he's back in reality and only 15 minutes have passed. But of course that's not true: whether he entered the game time A, B, C, or it's the 12th Door theory... he's still in-play.

A roommate?? This must be the Wei what's his face, his One Friend I recall from the novel. With the girlfriend.

Injuries from the door lingering "outside".

Chestnut won't let him hug! (The clue in the novel that this is still within the door. Now, is this a new phenom or was it already Like That in ep 1? 🤔 Remains ambiguous.)

Wait, in this drama the One Friend has heard of Spirealm?! And it's eviiiill reputation. Everyone who plays it "goes insane and commits suicide". Lin Quishi acts like he hasn't already been warned that players die from the game.

Ah, created by a chinese designer who wanted to make a "comprehensive spirit world". The story goes, after he made it he added all the violent elements to the version he sold, to make it a bloody survival game.

'Can't control when you enter the door, can't get rid of it, Men Can Conquer Heaven'.

Bro goes to sleep and startles awake cause Ruan Nanzhu fka Baijie is pulling an Edward Cullen by his bedside. The more intense looking Nanzhu asks him to come along. Naturally, our boy stumbles along and meets!!! Cheng Qianli!!!!!!! 😄😄😄😄 Who is driving, like the scene in the novel. IM SO HAPPY.

Headquarters!!!!! The group!#####!!!! I'm hyped to see them all live & in color.

Emphasized again that once you enter the game, you must complete all 12 doors to get rid of the mental control of the game. ~Mind control~

(because the censors won't allow it to be explicitly supernatural)

(which doesn't mean the writer didn't intend to get around this barrier by using subtext & inferences that novel readers would understand 🤔🤔)

The clue for his next door freaks out the whole house. But then he meets cranky Cheng Yixie!!!!

He's settling in but the moment he glimpses Nanzhu's returned BUT INJURED *gasp* Must scurry down for hurt/comfort UST.

Love how absolutely unnecessary this hand-holding is. Light piano background to set the romantic mood.

A gurgling stomach growl from Ruan Nanxhu & Lin Quishi takes the initiative to stand up and make himself at home to cook for the man who's obviously being positioned as his love interest. (Like in The Untamed & Word of Honor, we're not being terribly subtle here.)

This is the 3rd time we've seen an instinctive caretaking gesture from him towards Nanzhu and the last moment as we fade out is the "boss man" looking down at his newly bestowed bandage and obviously GOING THRU IT. He's making this sigh and curling his fingers and everything.

side note: Lin Quishi is getting flashes of himself trapped under rubble. This is the second time we see them. Are they flash backs? Of a past event he survived, giving him baggage to carry? OR are we circling back again to my alternate, alternate theory that an evil VR game is part of the illusion and this IS the supernatural Doors from the novel that terminal people can get a chance to enter, to prolong or possibly prevent your death? (if so, then Ruan Nanzhu is still indeed the 12th door god. and Lin Quishi must decide to remain in the fantasy or exit & return to reality?)

[runeians]

FROM HERE (II). AYLA AND ZIRA (@cicxdas and @runeians). LIGHTS UP.

THE BIG BAD WOLF pauses. A difficult question to answer out loud when it keeps him up at night too, staring up at the stars he’d so often whispered confessions under: When you wish on a shooting star, he remembers telling his sister, hushed, your wish will come true. A lie, obviously: how often has he wished to know if he was doing the right thing?

“Well,” Zira hedges. An uneasy start. Heavy lies the head that wears the crown, and all that — he draws back, leaning back on the wall behind him and pushing on with his words. “It’s natural. It’s how things are supposed to be: the universe usually finds a way of forcing destiny upon you, whether you look for it or not.” (When he closes his eyes, just for a moment, there’s constellation of colour: the same colours as the seeping, swirling power he’d discovered in the forest as a boy, the same colours as the seeping, swirling power that now tinted his blood. Zira wrenches his eyes open, continues, resolutely—) “Yes. Yeah. What I do is… good. It’s good. One of the clever, clever things about the world is that it picks the right people for its plans. Mostly. And,” he adds, sincere, “that goes for you too.”

[moxleys-darlin]

8: A Broken Crayon Still Colors

Summary: Grace visits Cincinnati to see her boys and it's graduation time! ❤️

TW: discussion/mention/past thoughts of past abuse, "I can't believe I survived", self doubt

Disclaimer: I absolutely changed Mox's backstory so read carefully ❤️ I also have no idea about Claudio's past but this is fiction lol ❤️ Italics are flashbacks

I don't speak Spanish, Italian, or French so these are translated! Hope I got them right! Lemme know! ❤️

I only claim Grace and her family; everyone else I'm borrowing.

“Claudio’s picking you up when you land?” She rolls her eyes affectionately at the worry in Eddie’s question. 

“Yes Papa; Moxie is training with his partner and working with his next opponent so Claudio will get me from the airport. He’s going to be there an hour before, and I gave him where I should come out. Don’t worry so much or you’ll get more gray in your hair.” 

“Hush you, it’s my job to worry about you.” He shakes his head. 

She leans over to kiss his cheek. “I appreciate it. I’ll give Dad your love and I’ll see you Tuesday at four-ish.” She slides out of the truck and grabs her bag from the backseat.

“Sure, you don’t want me to see you off?” 

“I’ll be okay.” She blows him a kiss before heading inside the airport.

Claudio isn’t hard to find in the crowd and she beams when he makes eye contact with her. They had known each other for almost five months, but the two men had been so busy that this was the first time they had seen each other since they met. She maneuvers around people until she finds herself right in front of her tall Swiss and she finds herself being kissed breathless. 

“I have missed you piccolina; phone and video calls are not enough.” He says when he pulls away.

“I missed you too, both of you, so much.” She steps back but grabs his hand as she realizes people are staring at them. “Come on, I’m starving and I can’t wait to see y’all’s apartment in person.” He takes her bags from her and she can’t stop smiling as he leads her to the car. 

“Are you okay with ordering out tonight? Jon cannot cook to save his life and, while I am learning, I only know simple meals. We waited to go shopping for any food except sandwich ingredients until you arrived so that you could have a say as well.” He opens the car door for her and waits until she’s in before closing the door. 

He puts her bag in the backseat and goes to the driver's seat to get in with her. “Takeout’s perfect, guapo, I’m really not picky.”

“Pizza then? As long as Jon has pepperoni he’s happy, and he’ll be staving after training.”

“Sounds perfect. Will he be home soon, or do you know?” 

“Once he learns you’re at the apartment I’m sure he will leave whether they are done with training or not.” She stares at him as he chuckles deeply, not able to help being mesmerized by him still. “What is it, bellissima?”

“You’re beautiful.” She blurts out before blushing deeply. “I-I still have trouble knowing that y’all are actually mine.” His arm is on the middle console, and she traces her fingers over his mark. 

“You are beautiful as well and Jon and I know exactly how lucky we are to have found you. Never doubt that our love for you is strong and we will always be yours, yes?” 

“You might have to tell me a few times for it to sink in; sorry in advance.” She giggles and looks up at him when he moves his arm and grabs her hand to squeeze it. 

“I’ll tell you as many times as you need to believe me.” He kisses the back of her hand and continues holding it as they drive.

“A squash match?! Two against one and it results in a squash match? What the heck? I know Big Show is supposed to be this all-powerful giant but come on.” She groans into Claudio’s chest as he laughs at her outburst. 

“Uh oh, what’s got our Gracie Rose all worked up?” She turns away from Claudio’s chest and faces their other soulmate.

“It was a squash match Moxie; a minute long and you didn’t get to showcase anything. What was the point? Es tan estúpido.” He sighs and rolls his eyes before pulling her into a sweaty hug which makes her squirm. “Ew! Moxie that’s gross!” She pushes him off her as he and Claudio laugh at her. 

“Today was all about exposure babe; people that didn’t know about Jon Moxley know about me now. They may decide to look me up and see some other matches of mine. Plus, I got paid to get my ass handed to me by the big man.” He shrugs and she can’t help but laugh at him. 

“Well said Mister Moxley. It was a good match regardless of the ending; I know how difficult facing Paul Wight can be, so you did well.” They turn to look at William coming up behind them. 

“Thank you, Lordship.” Jon drawls out. “Much appreciated support coming from you.” 

Grace gives William a quick hug and a smile. “Hey William, no Bryan today?” 

“Hello little dove.” He smiles down at her. “No, he has a few matches this week so he’s training for them, but he sends his love and says we’ll be at your graduation.”

“I’ll make sure to give him a call when I get home tomorrow! And I’m glad that y’all are able to come.” She looks at Claudio and puts her hand out and grins when he grabs it. “I don’t know if you’ve officially met my other soulmate; this is Claudio Castagnoli.” William’s eyes light up at the name and happily shakes Claudio’s hand. 

“Ah yes! I have seen you wrestle, and I believe you’ve had a few matches against my Bryan in Ring of Honor.” He sends a sly wink to Grace. “You have some talented boys by your side, little dove.” 

“Yes I do, and I’m very proud of them.” She beams with pride. “We’re going to go get something to eat and hang out before I leave tomorrow, but I’ll see you at the end of the month, okay?”

“I shall watch out for the two of you gentlemen in the future; you both have impressed me greatly. Grace, darling, congratulations again on your acceptance to the University of Texas.” He drops a kiss on the top of her head. “I will see you all at the end of the month.” With that he walks off and they are surprised when Paul and Stephanie Levesque approach them. 

“Well done out there, Mr. Moxley, and thank you for coming and wrestling tonight.” 

“You’re welcome, ma’am; thank you for letting me come.” Jon runs a hand through his hair. “And you can call me Mox, everybody does; well except for his Lordship William Regal but he never listens.” Grace snorts at that. 

“Well, you did good, son.” Paul puts his hand out and Grace is proud of her man, knowing that it’s a sign of respect from the older wrestler. 

“And how are you, Grace?” Stephanie turns her attention to her. “How’s Eddie?”

“I’m well thank you, ma’am. Papa is good as well, he’s back in El Paso at the school. I’m here this weekend to support Jon and see them both before I get busy the last couple weeks of school before graduation.” She gives the older woman a small smile and Claudio squeezes her hand in comfort. 

“Well tell him we said hello and congratulations on graduating! I’ll make sure to send something for you with Chris. Good job again Mr. Moxley.” Grace breathes a sigh of relief as they walk off and both men send her a questioning look. 

“Are you okay, darlin’? Look like you saw fuckin’ ghost, babe.”

“She just rattles me sometimes; nothing she’s ever done, it’s just how everyone else acts when they see me and her.”

“Why? ‘Cause you look kinda like her?”

“It’s like a running joke that Vince must have got bored when they were in San Antonio one time, and it resulted in me. They try to keep it away from the McMahons and my dad, but word gets around. People think it’s funny to ‘mistake’ me for Stephanie.”

Jon scoffs and throws his arm over her shoulder while Claudio squeezes her hand again. “People need to mind their damn business; I hate that elementary bullshit.” He shakes his head and kisses her temple as they arrive at the car. “Let’s get some food and forget about tonight, okay?” At her nod, he gives her a peck on the lips before opening the door for her.

“We love you, tesoro.” Claudio gives her a kiss too before she gets in the car. 

Watching them bicker from the backseat make her wish she never had to leave them again. These past few days with them have been amazing and she can’t wait until the day she doesn’t have to tell them goodbye. 

“Knock knock cariña, may I come in?” Nancy laughs as Eddie calls out from behind the door like it’s not open.

“Come in Papa! Mama’s just finishing my hair.” She turns when the door opens wider, but the man doesn’t say anything and sees Eddie staring at her. “What is it, Papa?”

“You look beautiful, Grace.” He wipes a tear from his eye and comes over to kiss her on the top of her head.

“Thank you.” She looks up at him and smiles. “I’m glad I can celebrate this day with all of you.” She grabs his hand and squeezes. “Are William and Bryan here yet? Bry called about an hour ago and said they were ‘close’ which means nothing coming from him.” 

“Sí cariña they just showed up, it’s why I came up here. They both would like to give you their present now before everything happens tonight.” 

She cocks her head to the side in confusion. “Uh, sure of course they can.” She looks over at Nancy. “Are we good Mama?” 

“Yes baby; you’re all curled and perfect! You just need to change into your dress but that will be before we leave.”

She looks quickly in the mirror and hugs Nancy tightly. “I love it! Thank you!”

“You look beautiful, baby.” Nancy beams as Grace kisses her on the cheek. “When will your boys be here?”

“Thank you Mama.” She checks her phone again and sees Claudio’s message. “Claudio says they’ll be here in about twenty minutes, but knowing Jon’s driving? They’ll be here in about ten.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to meet them!” Grace grabs Nancy’s hand as she starts to leave the room. “What is it baby?”

“Just… Jon isn’t big on a lot of attention outside of the ring; he’s kind of like Ty in a way or Dad.” Nancy squeezes Grace’s hand. “Claudio’s a people person, he can make friends with anyone, but Jon is quiet and can get antsy. Please watch out for him until I come down?”

“Of course I’ll take care of your boy, baby; he’s family now.” A knock interrupts them and she’s excited when Bryan is the first to walk in.

“Dragon! I’m so happy you’re here!” Bryan guffaws at the use of his nickname and catches her as she jumps in his arms. 

“Terribly sorry to interrupt, my friends.” 

“Not interrupting at all William, we were just heading downstairs to wait for Grace’s boys. Come on Eddie, let’s go see what damage has been caused while we were up here.”

Bryan releases Grace so she can hug William as well before she sits at her desk. “Papa said you wanted to give me my present now instead of later?”

Bryan laughs softly. “More like Will didn’t want your sister or Tyler to see it and think it was a toy.” She looks at William confused, and he laughs as well.

“Ignore him, dove.” Regal chuckles. “We were going to pay for your books as a present, but Chris and Taz stated- quite proudly I might add- that your scholarship covers such things.” He holds out the gift bag and she’s surprised at how heavy it is. “So, we got you something we hope will help. Go on, flower.” 

She gasps softly as she pulls out the box for a laptop. “William, Bry, you shouldn’t have. This is so expensive-.”

“Nonsense Grace, this will help you in school and we wanted to get it for you.”

Bryan pats her shoulder and smiles when she looks up at him. “You deserve it, Gracie; you worked so hard to get the grades and the scholarships you got, okay?” 

She sets the box back in the bag and sets it on the desk before hugging both men. “Thank you so much! I promise I’ll take care of it.”

“We know you will, little dove.” He pats her gently on the back. “Now, let’s go down and see if those boys of yours are here, yes?”

She nods excitedly and practically skips downstairs as William and Bryan chuckle behind her. She’s happy to see Claudio sitting at the table talking to her family while Moxie has his hands resting on the Swiss’s shoulders. She can tell he’s a little uncomfortable but seems okay at the moment so she’s not worried. 

“There you are! We’ve been waiting, Gracie; your friends are here.” Sheri giggles and leans closer to her. “I think Shaul likes Jon.”

“Sheri! I do not!” Sheri giggles and runs to their Papa for him to save her. “Please ignore her, Gracie.” 

Grace laughs and waves her hand. “Shauly, it’s fine. Stop worrying! Jon’s cute; heck all I think about is how cute they are, so it’s fine.” She hugs Shaul as she laughs. “Now come on so I can go rescue Jon from the talkers of our family.” 

She comes up to the table and Jon seems to sense that someone new is in the room as he turns his head to look at her. His eyes seem to light up a little now that he has both her and Claudio in the room and she watches as he runs a hand across Claudio’s shoulder to get his attention. 

“Ah, bellissima there you are, we were just getting to know your lovely family.” Claudio booms and she smiles at him as he gets up to greet her. “You look beautiful.” He whispers in her ear as he kisses her cheek. 

“Thank you guapo; I’m so glad y’all could make it.” She turns to Jon and hugs him gently, smiling when some of the tension leaves his body. “I’m glad your job let you come. Are you okay or do you wanna go outside for a bit?” She whispers softly in his ear.

“Uh, outside for a minute? Claudio and I wanna give you a present anyway.” He mutters and she nods. 

“Hey Mama, we’re gonna head outside for a minute, okay? We’ll be right back.” She and Nancy have a silent conversation for a moment before Nancy nods. 

“Of course baby; just remember we need to get you changed in a few and head out.” 

She grabs Claudio’s hand and loops a finger through Jon’s belt loop as he leads them to the back door and outside before hugging her again. She giggles as Claudio comes and sandwiches her between them. 

“We got you somethin’ for your graduation, darlin’.” Jon murmurs in her ear and she blushes lightly. 

“Y’all didn’t have to do that; thank you though I really appreciate it.” 

Claudio and Jon step back and Claudio bends slightly to kiss the red-tinged cheek. “We had a bit of help from your papa, caro, so we hope you like them.”

She doesn’t have time to answer as Claudio pulls a necklace box from his pants pocket. She opens it slowly and gasps as she sees the beautiful silver oval locket opened showing their pictures inside. 

“Oh guys, it’s beautiful! Will you put it on?” Grace looks between her two soulmates. 

“In a moment bellissima. Jon?” She looks at Jon and notices he has a jewelry box as well. 

“This is too much y’all!”  “Open it, brat.” He says as he rolls his eyes lovingly. 

In the box is a simple ID bracelet with the engraving Mox & Claudio with their soulmark next to it and it makes her tear up. “I love them! Please put them on me so I can wear them tonight.”

Claudio gathers her hair gently and places it over her shoulder before clasping the locket while Jon fights with the bracelet a moment before finally getting it on her. She kisses Jon first then turns and kisses Claudio in thanks before Nancy comes outside. 

“Sorry guys; Grace we gotta get you dressed and get going, come on.”

“We’ll meet you at the school, Gracie, we’re riding with Bryan and William there so we can get some good seats for the family.” 

“Okay Moxie, Claudio. See y’all there.” She kisses them quickly again before following her Mama upstairs to get ready.

Grace sighs in relief as she finds an empty classroom to step into after graduation. She grasps her locket and slides it back and forth as she tries to put the gray thoughts out of her head. She tries to remember that today is special because she never thought she’d actually be alive to see it and now she has her soulmates, her dads, and the rest of her beautiful found family to celebrate with her. Flashes of her past pass before her eyes and Grace combats them with the moments before they left the house today and the gift from her dads, Mama, and Uncle Taz.  

Tyler crashes into Grace’s legs and she’s surprised when he wants to be picked up and held by her, but she does it gladly. 

“You look pretty, Gracie.” He mutters. 

“Thank you, Ty; you look pretty handsome yourself.” She headbutts against his temple softly and smiles at his huffed out laugh. 

“He’s right mon calme, you look beautiful.” 

“Thanks Dad.” 

“We have a gift for you before we leave, something from all four of us as a graduation and acceptance to college present.” 

“Guys! No more presents! Y’all have already done way too much!” She protests, knowing it’s falling on deaf ears. 

“Hush mija, you deserve this for all of your hard work and it’s nothing we won’t do for the other children too, so stop worrying so much.” He kisses her temple, and she calms slightly. “You know what to do Tyler.” She gives Ty a look of betrayal as he smiles before covering her eyes with his little hands.

“Ty! I thought you were on my side.” He gives her another huffing laugh but stays quiet. 

Nancy grabs her hand and leads her outside and she can hear her sisters giggling and Taz shushing them. She feels herself smile as she hears Nancy whisper ‘now’ to Ty and he drops his hands from her eyes. Grace can’t help but start to cry as she sees the Honda hatchback sitting with a bow in the driveway.

Nancy takes Ty from her arms as she hugs both of her dads and cries. “Please say those are happy tears, mija.” 

“Dad, Papa esto es demasiado. Me encanta, gracias, os quiero a todo.” She mutters into Chris’s chest. 

“For all of your hard work, mon calme.” He leans down and whispers in her ear. “You deserve this; never forget how proud we are of you.”

“Grace?” She startles slightly but calms when she sees Jon and Claudio in the doorway. “Apologies, piccolina, I didn’t mean to startle you.” 

She clears her throat and shakes her head at him. “Sorry, I was just thinking.”

“You okay, Gracie Rose?” She nods enthusiastically. “Because you can talk to us.” 

She strides over to them and kisses their cheeks. “I know mis amores, but I promise I’m okay. It was really crowded, and I needed a second but now I need y’all and the family.” She smiles brightly, the gray thoughts completely gone now that her rays of sunshine were here to chase them away. 

“Yeah, I gotta get back to my buddy Tyler; I’m gonna get him to like me.”

“Moxie, you’ll win him over faster by not talking to him; treat him like you would treat you.” She rolls her eyes at Claudio before grabbing both men’s hands and going to find her family. 

“Are you ready for July, piccolina?” Claudio asks, changing the subject. 

“Yes! I can’t wait to come and stay with y’all for the month. Promise you won’t get tired of me at the end of it?” She asks only half joking. 

Jon stops all three of them and pulls her to them. “Let’s get one thing straight, yeah?” 

“Jon-.” Claudio drawls out and Grace stares up at Jon’s face with trepidation when he cuts Claudio off. 

“We are never going to get tired of you Gracelynn Rose; do you hear me? It may only be five months since we met but I would die before I would let anything happen to you or to Claudio. You’re stuck with us, alright darlin’?” At her slow nod he softens and drops his voice. “You and Claudio are the best things besides my sister that have ever happened to me, okay? Please never doubt that Gracie.” 

“I won’t ever doubt it, for either of you, I promise.” She states quietly and kisses both of them softly. 

Spanish: guapo: handsome es tan estúpido: it's just so stupid cariña: honey esto es demasiado. Me encanta, gracias, os quiero a todo: this is too much. I love it, thank you, I love you all mis amores: my loves

Italian: piccolina: little one bellissima: beautiful/gorgeous tesoro: darling

French: mon calme: my quiet one

Chapter 8! Sorry it's been a bit! I've been in a bit of a writing funk so I hope this gets some love! Hope to be back with some stories! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Much love! 😘

[celestialscurse]

absence makes the heart grow fonder

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Pairing(s): Itsuki Shu/Morisawa Chiaki Character(s): Morisawa Chiaki, Itsuki Shu Additional Tags: Canon Divergent, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, a little jealousy if you squint Word Count: 1,578 AO3 Link: Click Happy Birthday Chiaki!

Concern. That’s the first thing Chiaki registers as they stare at each other before Shu closes the distance between them, wrapping his hands around Chiaki’s own.

Shu tries again, his voice hushed. “Are you… lonely?”

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“Morisawa,” Shu practically spits out his name. His eyes fill up with disgust upon seeing the pieces of merchandise Chiaki holds in his hands.

Chiaki can’t stop a grin from splitting his face. It’s always so endearing to see Shu’s emotions so clearly, so open for the entire world to see. No matter whether they are positive or negative, Chiaki is willing to take all of his feelings in. What kind of hero would he be if he can’t even do that? Besides, the way Shu’s eyebrows twitch from irritation always makes him smile widely. It’s really cute.

“It’s your merch!” Chiaki laughs and holds the bag up proudly. “The first thing I did today was to pick them up from the store.” He reaches into the bag to pull out a photocard, one that has Shu wearing his Shinsekai outfit printed on it. This one goes right next to the Eternal Weaving photocard!

Shu sighs and rubs his temple. “So that's what you did,” he says as deep creases line his forehead. “What do you need these for? You—” His boyfriend pauses while a blush spreads across his face, visible against his pale skin. “…You already have the real thing so don’t be ridiculous.”

“Aren’t you going to Paris tomorrow?” Chiaki’s mouth blabs before he can stop himself. A wince shakes his entire body when he spots Shu’s eyes widen marginally. Chiaki can’t help himself: His head turns away, unable to hold Shu’s gaze.

“Are you…” Shu speaks up but trails off.

Chiaki’s hands tighten around the handle of the paperbag, the copious amount of merchandise inside it staring back at him. Shu’s face is printed on the can badges and other photocards that feature both him and the other half of Valkyrie, but none of those pictures come even close to the radiance the man standing in front of him exudes. He wants to see Shu’s face—his actual face—so badly, but Chiaki keeps his gaze averted. What kind of expression is Shu wearing right now, Chiaki wonders. Disappointment perhaps? Annoyance?

“Morisawa, look at me.”

Shu’s pictures stare holes into his body.

“Morisawa.”

Chiaki stubbornly shakes his head.

“Chiaki.”

His heart leaps in his chest despite the teeth clawing into his lip. Shu rarely addresses him with his given name, so… Despite the worries swirling around in his brain, Chiaki raises his head to look back at his boyfriend.

Concern. That’s the first thing Chiaki registers as they stare at each other before Shu closes the distance between them, wrapping his hands around Chiaki’s own. The action is slow, tender, and Shu’s touch is soft against Chiaki’s skin.

Shu tries again, his voice hushed. “Are you… lonely?”

Chiaki’s eyes widen while his head shakes rapidly from one side to the other and back again. “How could I be lonely! Rather than that, I’m so proud of you Itsuki! You’re going out in the world and showing everyone your art… Everyone gets to see the pieces you’re creating and—”

Oh… Suddenly the ground blurs right in front of him. Chiaki’s eyesight must be growing worse. Watching sentai shows until deep into the night was a bad idea after all; he should have listened to Adonis’ advice. Does Shu prefer him without glasses? He’s seen Chiaki wearing them—after all Chiaki wore them all the time during their first and second year at Yumenosaki. Additionally they shared classes for their third year, and Chiaki did wear them during those as well. But maybe Shu doesn’t really like that look?

“Itsuki, if I had to permanently wear glasses—” The rest of his sentence remains stuck in his throat as a pink blob wraps its arms around him. Ah, and now he’s made Shu worried. What kind of hero makes his beloved worry? Chiaki really does still have a long way to go…

“Don’t talk,” Shu sighs into his ear, his voice low and soothing, a tone very familiar to Chiaki’s ears. “My apologies. I didn’t mean to make you feel like this.” His hand is slow and methodical as it threads gently through Chiaki’s hair to unravel the knots that formed in his strands.

Chiaki stays quiet, but his eyes burn upon receiving Shu’s affection. It’s not like it has been a long time since he received it, but … Shu’s body is pressed up close, so close Chiaki can feel the warmth it emits. Chiaki pushes into it to let his body absorb the provided heat—sighing as he buries his face in the crook of Shu’s neck.

Shu draws away, just barely, to wipe the drops that are sliding down Chiaki’s face and obscuring his vision with shame. How could he make him worry like this? Chiaki is supposed to be a hero; so how could he let himself fall like this? Stupid… He’s so stupid…

“I’m okay,” Chiaki grins after he takes a deep breath, “Don’t worry about me! Really!”

“Don’t be foolish, Chiaki.” The sound of his given name from Shu’s lips shuts his mouth immediately as he waits for whatever Shu is planning to say. “I’m leaving soon, so how could I not worry about you while you’re looking at me like…” Shu looks at his face with furrowed eyebrows, taut with worry. “...like that.”

Chiaki looks away again, the snow piling on the ground much more interesting than the shattered, disappointed heart right in front of him. This wasn’t supposed to happen. They were supposed to meet, spend some time together, a last date before Shu goes back to France. Not a single sound leaves his lips while he watches the snowflakes fall onto the ground, adding onto the layers that already cover the cool pavement.

“Be honest with me,” Shu reaches for Chiaki’s hands and covers them with his own, “Are you lonely?”

Chiaki bites his lip but his head slowly moves up and down, a quiet ‘Yes’ following afterwards.

Shu pulls him closer and presses his forehead against Chiaki’s, purple meeting a red-tinted brown. “...Come with me,” he breathes, the white vapor brushing against Chiaki’s lips.

“Come…? Where to?” Chiaki questions when Shu doesn’t elaborate nor lead the way to the destination he seems to have in mind.

Shu’s face grows a little pink, much like the color of his hair. “Do you really need me to spell it out?!” He sighs and grumbles between his teeth before his shoulders sink and his lips open once again. “…To France. Stay with me.”

“Like…” Blood rushes to Chiaki’s cheeks—his entire face even. “You want me to live with you?”

This time it’s Shu’s turn to look away, his blush now spreading all the way to his ears. Despite the missing eye contact, Shu’s voice doesn’t waver. “Yes. Come live with me. That way you won’t have to be lonely anymore.” His grip on Chiaki’s hands tightens as his thumbs rub little circles onto his skin.

It’s a flawed logic really, considering they both are still idols. They would still have to commit to their work and there might be times they won’t be able to see each other at all due to their packed schedules, but… Chiaki understands. Going to bed with Shu and waking up right next to him in the morning; sharing an early morning breakfast croissant—a warm one, just like Shu likes them… It sounds like a silly little dream that Chiaki occasionally makes up when he’s sleep deprived or delirious from stress.

“Shu…” Chiaki grins at him and pulls his hands away to instead wrap his arms around Shu to pull him into a warm embrace. The one he reserves just for his boyfriend. The one that contains all of Chiaki’s overflowing feelings for him. The one Chiaki gives him every time they had to part from each other—only this time they wouldn’t be parting. This time they would be staying with each other.

“Why are you crying again? You weren’t supposed to cry from this!” Chiaki doesn’t even need to see Shu’s face to know he is scowling and rolling his eyes. Shu made that suggestion—that request—to paint a smile onto Chiaki’s face. Chiaki is supposed to turn into the sun and warm Shu’s cold winter evening upon hearing Shu’s wish, and yet—

“I’m just—” Chiaki sniffles. “I’m just happy! I can’t wait…” He pulls away to wipe his tears away properly, his sleeve cold against his skin, before leaning in to press his lips against Shu’s cheek.

“...You will have to,” Shu mutters as his cheeks glow red, “You can’t move to France without consulting your agency and the rest of your unit’s members.” A flash of horror passes over his face and Chiaki can’t help but wonder what Shu thought about. Tenshouin maybe? That guy is the president of Chiaki’s agency after all, and Shu hates him to the core so maybe that’s it. Chiaki doesn’t have anything against Tenshouin, even feeling twinges of nostalgia towards him, but he doesn’t blame Shu for holding grudges. In fact, it’s a little cute how Tenshouin still evokes this extreme of an emotion out of Shu…

Chiaki laughs softly, watching Shu smile in response, “As soon as I get everything sorted out, I’ll come see you…” He lifts their intertwined hands and presses a kiss onto the back of Shu’s hand. “So wait for me, okay? I’ll definitely come; that’s a promise. Not as a hero, but as a person… As Morisawa Chiaki.”

[muchadoaboutnot]

⚔️

It's typical and of course, comforting the first person to come to her is Varric.

Composed, unconcerned, airy attitude he has about him tells her everything she needs to know. Obviously, he saw her walking around with Samson earlier and needs to know every detail STAT.

"So... Where's your friend?"

"Taking a bath."

"How scandalous."

Is their first exchange. The laugh that both of them emit is as familiar as if they were blood family, but she thinks made family does the job even better. Either way the pair walk side by side and shes in a much better mood than when she left the tower. Yet Varric's voice brings her back to her task, she's steering them towards the small stalls that have been set up in a makeshift marketplace the Hold has. "I thought you were supposed to be watching him at all times? Sparkler let a few of us know what's going on after Lucky told him."

"I locked the tower door, he's not getting out."

Her response makes Varric chuckle because technically Leto is already not holding up her part of the deal but she was never one to listen to rules.

"He'll be fine! He's got a hot bath, a whole room... Sans food and water, but he'll get that later."

"I'm sorry, are we talking about a human or a Mabari?" The playful tone is there in Varric's voice but something else.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm just saying, he's not a plaything, you just lock him in the tower and walk off."

Leto thinks about Varric's words but gives the shorter man a look of her own unconcern. "I'm aware he has feelings, thoughts, and many other things- but I'm not going to wait in the tower while he bathes when I can easily accomplish getting him new clothes so when he's done he doesn't have to wear his prison clothes."

To emphasize that, Leto walks them over to one of the vendors that has standard-looking shirts and pants. Pre-sewn for all the people who've joined the army so far, it's easier than sewing on the spot for the sheer amount of people.

"Shopping for him? Wife activities if I've ever seen, and coming from you?" Varric gives Leto a lively look. While she herself just hushes him.

"So you're going to say Mabari first and now he's my husband? Make up your mind."

"Hey, you said husband, not me."

Leto's mouth is in a line, causing Varric to grin and raise his eyebrows at her.

"No. No this is not like one of your novels, Hard in Hightown. We are not playing at any games, I literally just took him from the cells and am..."

"Caring for him."

"It's required, he can't exactly walk around freely and do it himself."

After that Varric does drop it, letting Leto pick out several outfits that'll last training sessions and a normal day in the Hold. Everything is folded and placed into a rucksack.

"Did you hear about Orlais?" They're walking back now and the change of subject is appreciated, so when Varric brings up Oralis she raises one eyebrow in curiosity.

"No? Well, that's not true, I heard about what happened with... Blackwall or Rainier... I don't know... How should we address him now?"

"He goes by his name now. Thom Rainier, since you know, The Inquisitor pardoned him. But no, that's not what I'm talking about."

Intrigued now, Leto gives Varric her full attention as they walk on, passing a few people who say hello.

"Something is broiling over there."

"Something is always happening with those people, it's their past time to be dramatic."

Varric concedes and does nod his head, but he pushes on.

"No, no, but there might be a big party in a few months and I hear The Inquisition might be invited."

Leto is unsure at this point whether to still be interested or not, she does like courtly intrigued but at the same time it brings up old memories and it dampens the fun. Her mother made her act like a noble once upon a time, or tried, which granted she was noble on her mother's side. But mostly Leto just felt like... Nothing really. Just herself.

"Oh? Who do you think Hestia will take with her?"

"If she could, probably all of us. Even you and Beatrice included. But I know the council will have to come: Ruffles, of course, Nightingale, and Curly. But I know for sure Buttercup."

They exchanged knowing looks at each other.

"... Saw them eating cookies together on the roof."

"See. That's the romance I like to see, simple pleasures."

The smile each of them has on their face is the warm gooey kind, yet they're each thinking about something different as they walk together. Companionable silence between them now.

[blushblush-readerinsertsnthings]

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[cantfightmoonlight]

"That's fair," She locked eyes on him. Her words no more than a hushed melody as she gave him a slow and drawn out nod as if taken the time to soak in his every word. "Well, maybe we can build up to it or maybe not, but for now I can offer you a seat instead?" She posed, motioning to the few different options he could pick from within the room. There was the long white couch, two different evergreen arm chairs - one that fully reclined and one that didn't, the leather seat behind her desk and a chaise lounge to pick from. She waited for him to sit down, before she shut the door behind them, walking over to join in from the seat across from him.

Elif was well aware how much of a barrier it could be for most people to even step through that door and, while, it was blatantly apparent from the way his eyes were darting around the room, warily taking in the decor and then her, that he was still trying to make up his mind as to whether it was a mistake or not to come here, he had managed to take a step that most would not and that alone met a lot.

"Well, for starters, there is nothing wrong with you," She promised him, taking the time to emphasis that fact. "There is nothing wrong with you," She repeated, leaning forwards as her gaze met his once more. She never encroached on his personal space, maintaining distance at all times, but rather than her eyes brushing over him, her shoulders ever so slightly tilted forwards so that she could truly look at him. Her amber eyes practically piercing through him as she went on to elaborate, "We're all different and, while some differences, can sometimes cause distress or feel debilitating or hinder even hinder our day to day experiences, you're not broken. Far from it. So, why not start with taking a deep breath? Which, I know, might seem pointless or silly, but humor me, please?" She asked, softly. "Close you eyes and just let yourself breath." Leaning into the back of her own seat, she waited. Her own eyelids fluttered shut as she, too, took a moment to exhale. To release the breath you might not have even realized you were holding onto. She sat like that for a few minutes in silence, before she peaked an eye open at him, followed by the next.

A soft smile finding its way back to the corners of her lips as she told him, "This isn't about pointing out anyone's flaws or passing judgements. Though to answer your question, as for how this goes, it can depend. It's different for everyone. Some people come to have a moment for themselves. They sit here in relative silence to have a break from reality or to exist knowing that they're not alone. Other's talk, though what you talk about is entirely up to you. You can spend the entire hour chatting about the weather or the news or an interest of yours or you can talk about what made you choose to step through that door. But, wherever the conversation goes, is up to you. You don't have to answer any questions you don't want to. You don't have to share if you wouldn't like to. I am merely here as a tool for your disposal. The best analogy I can give is that you wouldn't wait until your car broke down on the side of the road to get it looked at. There are yearly oil checks. You get your tires changes and realigned. You maintain it. So, why would you not take the time to check in on yourself if you would a car? And in terms of the bill, whether it is hefty or not, will depend on your insurance, though I am covered by most and, the first session is often free, so hopefully it is not too much of a dime off your back. Now, do you have any other questions for me or would you mind if I asked you one?"

Option D: Elif

Eren was loath to ever ask for help. It’s why he worked alone, why he’d only ever hired one person since his establishment opened in the 90’s. He didn’t work well with others, not unless they were a client or a witness he needed to work with for a case. He struggled to deal with other people, and he struggled to get close to other people. And he knew it had, in part, to do with more than just his surly disposition. The interaction with Aiyla on the eclipse reminded him of a big part of him that was broken, that made him a bit dysfunctional and made living difficult. The inability to touch or be touched he had learned, for the most part, to cope with, but his system wasn’t fool proof. Living life so acutely aware of every person in the nearby vicinity, in layers upon layers and with thick leather gloves, unable to breach the space between him and others. He didn’t even so much as pet his own dog without something between them. And people, well… People liked touch. Not just in a suggestive way — families and friends liked to hug, strangers liked to shake hands, and the list of normal touching went on and on and on and Eren just… Couldn’t. He just couldn’t deal.

It was his secretary that suggested it. She left pamphlets, helpful hand outs, left open articles and websites on the company computer (which was boxy and as old as the internet itself). Little hints and subtle nods, that grew less and less subtle until finally she just said it: “Sir, have you ever considered therapy?” Despite his youthful looks, Eren was still a product of his generation, and his generation did not look at therapy in the best light. So he scoffed, shook the thought away. It wasn’t for him. He didn’t need it. Or so he thought.

Playing with a loose thread in the seam of his gloves, he took a tentative step into the space, eying the walls, furniture, and the therapist herself warily before he spoke. “I think the ‘making yourself’ comfortable in this kind of situation is easier said than done,” it was said in a low voice, stated as a fact and not as a joke or sarcastic remark. Still, he carefully sunk into a seat. “So how does this go? I talk, you tell me what’s wrong with me, and then I pay some hefty bill?” His nerves were on fire, his shoulders scrunching up towards his ears with his clear discomfort. He didn’t open up, ever, and he hated talking, but… How could one keep living like this? He had to try something. Didn’t he?

[lapinlunaire-games]

❝ …on the bright side, we’ll know we can’t cook next time. ❞ and A lmao I feel like this fits after the ask game

hahaha you are very correct! lol it was unplanned but i'm glad it happened. anyway, here's wonderwall A being a kitchen disaster!

Your partner is compassionate, kind, and brilliant in so many ways. And yet here you are, standing in the middle of a kitchen from hell that, up until a few short hours ago, was pristine.

“Gordon,” you groan, “is that pot of water on fire?”

They drop the tea towel clutched in one hand (you think the intention was to mop up the spilled…syrup(?) spreading over the counter) and swear at the sight of flames erupting from the rim of the large pot on the stove.

The tea towel is snatched up, still dripping viscous, violently pink liquid, and flung through the air in an attempt to beat down the flames. Something jammy (and admirably fragrant, considering the state of the rest of the kitchen) flies past your face; you swerve and narrowly avoid slipping in a large spatter of flour—the powdery skid marks running through it tell you that someone wasn’t so lucky.

A turns to you with the helpless, sheepish look of a small child caught in trouble of their own making. “I, ah, may ha—agh!”

The sizzle of the (thankfully) now-extinguished pot sounds almost like laughter.

A clears their throat and gestures vaguely to the bitter steam rising from the stove. The careful nonchalance of the motion is unfortunately ruined by the pink flush staining their face like cherry juice, making it exponentially more difficult to keep a straight face.

“I had the strongest craving for syllabub,” they offer in way of explanation, fiddling with their fingers as they peer anywhere but the smoking (and it is decidedly smoking, not steaming) pot. “I didn’t want to bother Carlton or Mrs. Bakewell, so I, um….”

“You tried making it and used the same pot for the sherry cream as you did the raspberry curd,” you suggest wryly. From the looks (and smell) of it, there were quite a few more things that went wrong, but sparing A seems the merciful thing to do.

They laugh awkwardly and wipe off a smear of jam from their face with the back of their hand, replacing it with flour. You (unsuccessfully) hide your laughter and fix it for them with a clean tea towel, letting your bare hand rest on their face for a moment afterwards. A’s smile softens, adoration coming into their gaze.

“Tell the lady I’ll atte—oh bloody blue hells!” The distressed shriek of outrage from the kitchen entrance snaps your gaze there immediately, to meet a red-faced Mrs. Bakewell—she flies to the counters, whipping out towels and scrubbing away at the mess.

“I’m terribly sorry,” A begins, only to be cut off by the crack of a rag, produced with much vigour and put to work with twice as much.

“Out!” cries Mrs. Bakewell, “out with you, and let me set my kitchen back to rights!”

And so you walk through the gardens with A, pausing to de-jam their face every so often, until there’s no more raspberry to be kissed off their pale skin.

Their hand brushes yours and you catch them peeking coyly at you from the corner of your eye. The jam is long gone, but a pretty pink glow dusts their cheeks as they grin at you and entwine their fingers with yours, smile dancing sideways at the expression on your face when you realise how sticky their grip is. A is adorable, all aglow against the sunlight and rosebushes, and it sets your heart racing in a way that feels like falling.

They stop suddenly and pull your joined hands to the side, forcing you to duck into the shadow of a particularly large topiary—a quick peck on your lips leaves you tasting sugar with the sound of laughter chiming around you.

A pulls back, eyes glittering like a sunlit sea, and murmurs, “So kind of you to help clean me up, my dear. I think I really ought to return the favour.”

You can’t help but laugh, though it melts into a content hum as A brings your hand to their lips and plants a soft kiss on each fingertip. “I’m sorry you didn’t get your syllabub.”

A presses their cheek into the cradle of your palm and brushes their lips against your inner wrist, looking up at you through dark lashes. “Well….on the bright side, we know we can’t cook next time.”

Your protest that it had nothing to do with you is lost, tossed aside in the sugar of A’s lips landing firmly on your own—and you can’t find it in yourself to complain.

[theprettyarachnid]

arcane char reaction to the reader appearing to be a soft and cute person but end up to be cruel and a little bit of rude.

a/n: i had to look up pet names at one point for this and one of them was "daddy mack" and i don't think i'll ever recover from that

warnings: like 1 curse word

characters: jinx, vi, viktor, jayce, silco, vander

Jinx

🕷 She'd probably find out because one of Silco's gang members were picking on you about how you shouldn't even be in Zaun

🕷 Before Jinx can say anything to shut them up, you're already giving a rude and snarky remark making her burst out laughing

🕷 Jinx wouldn't let the guy live it down and honestly likes that side of you, especially when she feels like shit-talking

🕷 Will sometimes say something just to get under your skin so she can get a reaction out of you

Vi

🕷 One of the reasons why Vi was attracted to you was because of your seemingly soft nature

🕷 Think of it as kind of balancing each other out

🕷 When she found out about your tendencies to be more cruel, she would honestly find it hot

🕷 You two would be in an argument when you said something and she had to do a double take

🕷 "what did you just say?"

🕷 At first you thought you went too far but Vi was actually just horny

Viktor

🕷 I can see him actually being quite surprised by your rude remarks

🕷 Some rich high top snob had made a snide comment about Viktor's limp which made you go right up to them and give them a piece of your mind

🕷 Viktor the whole time 🧍

🕷 He'd probably be a little embarrassed mainly because no one has really stood up for him like that

🕷 Would drag you away while you're still insulting the guy

🕷 Eventually he does get used to it and may even find it amusing at times, especially if you're telling off some big Piltover hotshot he can't stand

🕷 You two definitely mock and joke about of some of the citizens of Piltover, whether that's behind closed doors or hushed whispers

🕷 "doesn't anyone else find it a little... strange that hoskel always plays with children's toys during council meetings?"

🕷 "i believe he has a collection,"

🕷 "do you think he steals them from orphans?"

🕷 Cue Viktor starting to choke on air in the middle of a council meeting making everyone stare

Jayce

🕷 Mans would be flabbergasted

🕷 You two would be at home and he would be ranting about how Heimerdinger isn't letting him and Viktor continue their progress with Hextech

🕷 "isn't heimerdinger like hundreds of years old? i'm sure he'll croak any day now."

🕷 "y/n!"

🕷 Would be beyond embarrassed if you did it in public, especially if it was at an high profile event

🕷 "y/n, i told you to behave."

🕷 "i am! besides, mel had it coming... and you have to admit her face was pretty funny."

🕷 It's true he does find your snide comments a cynical jokes funny in private, especially if he is in a bad mood because of his work

Silco

🕷 He honestly finds great comfort in your cruelty

🕷 I feel like he would already know your true nature before you even showed him, why else would you be recruited into his mob?

🕷 also finds it kinda seggsy

🕷 Whenever someone has fucked up, he always goes to you to think of punishments

🕷 "what should we do with him, my beautiful nightshade?"

🕷 "the rats seem to be hungry, especially since it's closer to winter."

🕷 "consider it done."

Vander

🕷 He might be a little surprised but he wouldn't judge

🕷 Vander wasn't exactly considered a saint in his youth, far from it actually

🕷 He would be kind of relieved that he knows you can take care of yourself because he wasn't quite sure when you first started dating

🕷 You've gained a name for yourself in The Last Drop, not just because of your relationship with Vander but also because of your snarky mouth

🕷 He just wouldn't want you to accidentally get caught up in the law with the enforcers

🕷 He sometimes gets a little curious and likes to hear your thoughts about some of the customers in The Last Drop