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lisired · 2 months

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who needs cupid’s bow?

pairing: bff!haechan x (f) reader

genre/warnings: bff2l, suggestive, lots of sexual innuedos but no smut, fluff, a teaspoon of angst, mc & hc are oblivious to each other’s feelings and jaemin calls them out on their bullshit, mutual pining

summary: Cupid is not on your side, it seems. He’s made you fall in love with the worst possible person ever, AKA your best friend, AKA the man who still eats tootsie-pops—willingly. And frankly, it feels like the damn candy has a better chance of dating him than you ever will.

word count: 11.1k

a/n: inspired by down for you by kehlani, boyfriend by ariana grande, and serial lover by kehlani. another oldie but i kinda like it… kinda. as always, feedback is appreciated!

It’s safe to say that Cupid is your mortal enemy (Or immortal—whatever. Nonetheless, you aren’t the biggest fan of him.)

You don’t know why, but for some inexplicable reason, he always makes you fall in love with the wrong people. Such as Lee Taeyong from eighth grade, or your failed relationship with Kim Jisoo from your biology class in high school — a pretty girl, but you were as compatible as Mentos and Coca-Cola. Hell, there was even Jung Sungchan from senior year, who you naturally drifted away from during an exam period. They’re all chapters in your book now, but you’re currently stuck on the one about your best friend, Lee Haechan.

It seems like you’re Cupid’s mortal enemy, too. You and Haechan are always side by side, down one another’s throats, there’s no way his arrow could have hit you and missed Haechan.

Perhaps, it’s a hole you dug yourself in. Via mutual friends, when you were seventeen, you met Lee Haechan — jock, senior, and the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen. There was an instant connection between you two, all it took was a convo at a party about coincidentally both failing the same math exam, and you quickly became friends and close enough to pour out your heart into little rants whenever there was something personal bothering either of you, and you needed an outlet. You liked him because he understood you. He was patient witth you. You see, you aren’t the best at communicating how you feel, and he never makes you feel bad about it.

You remember breaking up with your then-boyfriend, Jung Sungchan, and while you weren’t heartbroken since you saw it coming and all the love had evaporated by then, you were devastated that you no longer had someone to kiss. That being your main concern made Haechan laugh. He thought it was the most you thing ever.

“Can I kiss you, then?” you asked, a little grin on your face, although you were very serious. It wouldn’t be the end of the world, kissing your best friend. He has pretty lips, and it isn’t like it’ll mean anything, you think. It’s just one kiss.

Haechan scoffed, biting off the last remaining piece of his Tootsie Pop off the stick. You’re kidding, he thinks. Why would you seriously want to kiss him? And after breaking up with your now ex-boyfriend? The wound’s still fresh. “You wouldn’t dare.”

To Haechan’s surprise, you dared.

He tasted like chocolate, exactly like a Tootsie Pop, as expected of him. You didn’t mind, though. You never do. It was fun, you liked the way Haechan held you in his lap and kissed you back with fierceness, and he still kisses you with that same passion, like there’s no tomorrow.

And that’s the problem.

Fast-forward four years later, you’re still best friends with Lee Haechan, only this time you’re in college, and have the fattest, most gigantic crush on him. Somewhere along the way, those lines between love and friendship were blurred. It’s impossible to pinpoint when, but you fell deep and hard for your best friend.

And the worst part? You doubt he’ll ever reciprocate those feelings.

One kiss turned into more than you can count on your fingers and toes.

Should you continue making out with your best friend who doesn’t reciprocate your romantic interest in him? Probably not.

Are you still going to, though? Absolutely.

“Y/n, I’m going to kill you,” Haechan states as he stumps inside the dining room. His hair is tussled since he’s just waken up from a nap, but you like this raw side of him. He looks gorgeous, and despite him basically threatening to murder you you still want to kiss him.

“Romantic,” you deadpan, training your eyes back on your laptop. It takes everything in you not to stare, but if you want to keep your feelings low-key, you need to follow a couple of rules.

“I know you took my Tootsie Pop. Where is it?”

You smirk a little, but it quickly fades into a line. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Okay, so maybe that’s a lie, and you both know it. You aren’t the only other person in the house, but Jungwoo, Haechan’s stepbrother, is asleep and wouldn’t cut his nap time short to do something as stupid as stealing the last of his brother’s favorite candy. That leaves you. As his best friend, you’re the first person to know Haechan turns murderous over those stupid lollipops, and that he’s the last person to know how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie-Pop. In your personal opinion, they’re not even that good. But he’s loved them ever since you’ve known him.

“We’re best friends, y/n. I know when you’re lying,” he remarks, and doesn’t give you the chance to answer before he persists, “where is it?”

There’s only one way out of this.

Run.

Haechan follows almost automatically, and in spite of being barely awake he obviously has the upper hand because he’s always leaned more towards the sport-y side. This doesn’t deter you though, because you have a getaway plan.

In your attempt to somehow outrun a man that used to do track and field, you make a beeline for the backyard door. He’s not going to outrun you in the grass in slippers, you think as you turn to see if he’s caught up on you. You’re in the lead, albeit barely, with your body almost being in arms reach. You try to pick up your speed, and once you reach the door you hurry to turn the knob. Except, there’s one, itty-bitty problem.

The door is fucking locked.

And you already know you won’t have time to open it, so you cave in to defeat, whirling around with your hands up in a surrendering pose. Your plan’s backfired; you’ve been caught.

“Oh, I’ve got you now,” Haechan says cockily. He has you—hook, line, and sinker, and at this point you aren’t even upset. You can’t be upset. His eyes are on you, and his body is close to yours, dangerously so.

“Okay, you win. Happy?” You mumur.

“Not until I get my Tootsie Pop back,” he shakes his head, “now where is it?”

Smiling, you shrug. Of course, you know where the candy is, but he’s either going to have to win or pry the answer out of you.

Then, he steps even closer, and your heart starts pounding in your chest twenty times faster than your feet were against the hardwood. This isn’t your first rodeo, you’ve made out with your best friend countless times, yet the anticipation gives you a rush, like you’ve never done this before. It makes you feel like a teenager in love all over again — seventeen, young and head over heels in love with the man closest to you.

He’s back you into the door, and you can’t keep your eyes off his lips. Beautiful, plush, soft, and your eyes flutter shut as you prepare to feel the same skilled pair against your own, closer, and closer, and closer—

Crunch.

“I fucking knew it!” Haechan yells, jolting your eyes open. You aren’t even given the opportunity to register the situation before his hands are digging into your back pocket, retrieving his fortunately unharmed Tootsie Pop.

It feels like he’s gone before you can even blink, and realizing he’s slipped back into the hall, you begin to follow him into his room. “Hey!” you yell, and he doesn’t say anything, just looking up at you from his gaming chair with that damn candy hanging from his mouth, “why didn’t you kiss me?”

“Why’d you steal my Tootsie Pop?”

Okay, that was stupid, yes, but there was a particular goal in mind which was reached, even if for a short-lived moment.

You frown, “I wanted your attention.”

Haechan shakes his head, laughing. “C’mere.”

Somehow, those words never fail, making you melt and slip into his lap effortlessly every time. You’re like Jell-O to his voice, to his touch, to his whole. You’re a goner, some would say, and a part of you is alright with never coming back if it means you get to feel all the weird, Cupid-y emotions he makes you feel.

At this point, you don’t think you’ll ever stop kissing Haechan. In the time that you’ve been together, you’ve both been in relationships, hence putting the make out sessions on hiatus. They were never really long though, because you’d break up with them and inevitably find your way back to one another in the end.

His fingers guide your chin up, and once more your eyes flutter shut as his lips unite with yours. Haechan kisses in a manner that contrasts with the soft feeling of his lips. He always starts off gentle, but there’s a hunger that overcomes him as he stands up and pushes you against his desk, rough yet graceful and holding you so firmly, like you’re glass, but he wants to break you. And when he shatters you into all those tiny pieces, you don’t care. You want him to glue you back together and do it all over again. He’s intoxicating, he’s an addictive drug, but he tastes like candy, and you can’t stop coming back to him. He feels like home, the place where you belong. The place where you can be one-hundred percent, authentically you, safe and whole, more than the general perception than you. And fuck, does he kiss like the damn devil himself.

You were silly for ever believing it would only be one kiss.

Jungwoo thinks that for people who are trying to keep their not-so relationship-y relationship under wraps, you two are very loud.

Speaking of which, and despite the nature of your relationship, you and Haechan haven’t even discussed your label. You know that you aren’t friends with benefits—you haven’t crossed that line, but to be honest, those lines have been starting to look blurry for a while—but you also aren’t in a relationship. You see other people, you fuck other people, and when other people ask if you’re dating, you both deny it immediately. You’re just best friends, you both say each time like some rehearsed line, even if it breaks your heart to hear him friendzone you.

Karina and Mark even have an ongoing bet about you two. Karina is one-hundred positive there’s something going on, whereas Mark is probably the only person in the world that wants to give you guys the benefit of the doubt.

“For heaven’s sake, I can’t get any type of sleep around here,” Jungwoo rasps, leaning against the doorframe, “I really hope you guys don’t do this shit when Dohwan’s here.”

His judgmental eyes practically bore into your soul, and you thank heaven that you don’t have to worry about keeping this secret from Jungwoo, even if he would probably appreciate it more if you did. He finds you in a rather interesting position, straddling Haechan’s lap as you press kisses into his collarbone.

It’s all Haechan’s fault, really. Three years ago, Jungwoo made the mistake of walking inside Haechan’s bedroom without knocking, accidentally finding you two making out in a very touchy way on his bed because a certain someone didn’t think to lock the door. Not only did you ruin his quote-unquote innocence, but his perception of you forever, and ever since that ordeal, Jungwoo has never opened his stepbrother’s door without knocking. This time, it just so happened to be wide-open.

You bite your lip, feeling bad. Kim Dohwan is Haechan’s halfbrother of whom he babysits whenever available (and you like to tag on, because dealing with children is stressful and Haechan’s already stressed enough), and on weekdays Jungwoo has to wake up from his nap earlier to pick up the kid from school and bring him back home, then leave for work. You were too loud and disrupted the poor guy’s nap time.

“Oh,” Haechan says the syllable blankly, not too sympathetic, “did we wake you?”

“Of course not, I usually wake up at 2pm and take extra longs showers to start my day,” Jungwoo deadpans, “but whatever. I’m heading out. Don’t forget to go grocery shopping today.”

“Noted,” you and Haechan say simultaneously, gazing at one another and stifling giggles when you catch each other’s gaze. Jungwoo smiles at you, then flicks off his brother before parting.

When you’re both all alone again, a few seconds pass before Haechan’s eyes do that thing where they twinkle every time something catches his interest (or perhaps that’s the in love side of your brain making you see things.)

“Hey, you coming to Chenle’s Valentines Day party Monday?” You don’t know why he’s even asking, you follow Haechan everywhere he goes like a lost puppy. Maybe he’s discreetly asking you out. “Unless you’re actually busy, by the way, I hope you know you’re going. And maybe you’ll find some single pringle interested in a relationship. You can’t just kiss me forever, you know.” Oh. Well that eliminates that thought.

A part of you is yelling at you to decline, to lie and say that you actually have a dick or pussy appointment scheduled for the 14th, yet another is weak, in spite of you being aware of how this works. First of all, Valentine’s Day parties are mainly for single people who don’t have anything better to do, and each time one of you go to one, you end up meeting some stranger and hooking up with them. You know that’s more than likely what he’s going to do, and you aren’t strong enough to watch him flirt with other people.

You know how to put up a good front, though, so you’ll fake it until you make it.

“We can do a lot more than kiss,” you suggest with a wink.

Haechan grimaces, “No thanks. Now get off my lap.”

You frown, but climb off his lap nonetheless. “Wow,” you drag dramatically, “You’ll make out with me for what feels like hours, but sticking your dick in me is where you draw the line?”

“Precisely.”

You gasp in faux offense. “Oh, come on. Sex doesn’t seem so bad. Like, think of it as my pussy giving your dick a nice warm hug.”

Haechan’s at a lost for words, his face bright red. How do you even come up with this stuff? “Oh my god, are you coming or not?”

You joke, “I thought you said sticking your dick in me was where you draw the line?”

He shoots you a glare so sharp you’re sure that if you were still on his lap, he’d be barely resisting the urge to shove you off. You don’t miss the way his cheeks heat up, though.

Haechan groans exasperatedly, leaning back his gaming chair, “Y/n, seriously!”

“Fine!” resisting your best friend is literally impossible, you conclude, because you have officially caved in to his request—or, more or less, demand, rather, “fine, fine! I’ll go!”

“Great,” he grins with satisfaction, beaming with his thirty-two teeth, and you even see little gleams of smiles in his eyes, “anyway, Dohwan’s gonna be here soon, so let’s get ready to go shopping.”

You furrow your brows. You have a solid twenty minutes left, and all you really need to do is slip on your shoes.

“I need more Tootsie Pops,” Haechan adds, and suddenly everything makes a lot more sense.

And you roll your eyes. “We’ll get you some more Tootsie Pops, but you better not ditch us for the candy aisle!”

“Of course, not,” he smiles, not even trying to sound or appear convincing. “I’d never leave you guys.”

That’s exactly what he does.

You aren’t even remotely surprised, though heavily disappointed when he announces in the middle of the thankfully empty cereal aisle that he’s going to find Tootsie Pops, managing to run off before you can even protest.

Gripping the shopping cart, you avert your gaze from the Cinnamon Toast Cruch boxes to his figure, almost missing him jog onto the following aisle. You shake your head, a small smile tugging your lips. If it were the end of the world, Haechan would stock up on those candies before he would even think to consider water.

“Auntie Y/N,” you aren’t quite adjusted to being addressed as an aunt, but you aren’t against it either. You have the image all put together—rich, thriving, and the kids adore you, “do you love my brother?”

That was perhaps the very last question you expected the six-year-old boy to ask you. Your eyes are a little wide, but it’s a kid, you remind yourself, so you shouldn’t be worried. But shit, then again, if a first-grader can figure it out, you’re fresh out of luck.

“Why do you think that?” You crouch down to be eye-level with him, having a feeling there’s some misunderstanding here. Dohwan’s bright for his age and doesn’t let anyone forget it, but you’ll be damned if he’s sniffed you out.

He makes a face. “I saw you kiss him, just like mommy and daddy do. And my mommy and daddy love each other very—” he stretches the vowel, and you can’t but giggle, “—much! That’s why they made me!” then he gasps, and you fear what it means, praying he doesn’t ask what you think he will. “Will you and my brother have a baby, too? I wan’ a new friend!”

On second thought, you think you’d rather he would’ve asked you what you thought he was. You nearly have a heart attack in the middle of the aisle, yet still, Dohwan gazes up at you with his innocent, sparkly eyes. You assume it’s in the blood; Jungwoo doesn’t have them, and he isn’t blood-related to Haechan, but Dohwan partially is, and the twinkle is promiment.

Calmly, you reply, “Don’t you already have a lot friends?”

He does, you both know it. You vaguely remember pulling up to his sixth birthday bash and being in shock of all the little kids jumping and flipping on the Spider-Man bouncy house. You haven’t been surrounded by that many children since, hell, probably since kindergarten.

“Yeah, but I wanna be a big brother,” he folds his tiny arms and pouts, “It’s not fair Hyuck and Woo get to be big, but I don’t!”

With minimum success, you manage to stifle your laugh, stretching out your arms to bring the little boy in for a hug, “You’ll be big one day. Trust me, you don’t wanna rush it.”

“And strong like Superman?”

“And strong like Superman,” you reassure, all smiley and convincing. “Now let’s go check up on your big brother, he’s taking too long.”

Dohwan rocks from side to side as he walks, murmuring some Nickelodeon TV show theme song, and you push the cart until you’ve reached your designation.

Quickly, you regret acting on your impatience. The scene taking place at the back of the aisle is anything but comforting—Haechan’s talking to some girl, whom of which is literally throwing herself onto him, and you can’t help but notice the way he wallows in the attention. For fucks sake, all the attention you give him and he doesn’t even give a fraction of it back! Then here comes this random girl from your campus.

Sometimes, you think about how you could do everything she’s doing right now—twirl your hair around your finger, be touchy with him, giggling girlishly at everything he says, funny or not—and yet he wouldn’t bat an eye, because you’re best friends and nothing more. Kissing each other breathless is already normalized between the two of you, what’s a little flirting.

Sometimes, you wish you hadn’t kissed your best friend that day. You’re both too comfortable, everything is too weightless. I love you, Haechan says it back without a thought. C’mere, he calls and pulls you onto his lap or cuddles you to death. Fuck, he—on very rare occasions when making out goes a little too far—groans into your ear, groping you a little. Scratch that. It may be weightless on his end, but it isn’t on yours, and everything has an everlasting effect on you.

“Auntie?”

When you look down at Dohwan, your gaze is so, so tired. Your eyes do the talking; you can’t move your lips.

He hugs your leg. “I love you.”

His face is pure, innocent, but he reads you so perfectly. The corners of your lips turn up, and you ruffle his hair, “Love ya, too. Let’s go get your brother, alright?”

He bounces eagerly, and you both begin to stroll down the aisle until you’re beside Haechan. You’re in a selfish mood today, so you think of some remark to make in the process.

“Nice Tootsie Pops, Bowlcut,” you mask your tiny emotional breakdown with a joke, “Hi, Faith.”

“Hope,” she corrects, evidently annoyed by your presence, though she doesn’t state it outright. “My name is Hope. And… bowl cut?”

“Interchangeable,” you dismiss her correction carelessly. In all honesty, you already knew her name, but you’re feeling like a bitter bitch currently, “and yeah, in high school Haechan had this hideous bowl cut that he—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Haechan grumbles, “that was four years ago!”

“And I’ll never forget,” you’re smiling blissfully, nostalgic. “Anyways, what’cha two doing?”

“We were catching up, it’s been a minute since I’ve seen Hope here,” you hear Hope snicker at this, and something about it is extremely off-putting. He turns to her, “So, I’m in a bit of a time crunch. Could I have your number?”

Ouch. Right in your face, literally.

She giggles some more, typing her number in his phone, and you try to focus on Dohwan so that you don’t cave into your desire to knock her upside the head. There’s already so much on your plate, you don’t need an assault charge.

She smiles, all bubbly and giddy. You know jealousy isn’t a good look, but it’s still pissing you off. “See you around?”

“See you around,” Haechan replies. She hugs him, not forgetting to shoot you a look from across his shoulder as she does, and only once satisfied does she turns on her heel, sashaying away.

“Didn’t know pussy was on the shopping list,” you sneer, relieved once she’s finally gone. Her presence was suffocating.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he rolls his eyes, “at least I’m actually trying, I don’t know what you’re going to do when I’m cuffed down and—holy sh—I mean crap! You’re so quiet, I forgot you were here,” Haechan jumps, only noticing Dohwan when he pokes at his leg. “And don’t you dare make a cuff joke, y/n. Not in front of the kid.”

You yell in that defensive tone which is a tell-tale sign you’re lying, “I wasn’t gonna!”

Haechan gives you the look.

The we’re-best-friends, I-know-when-you’re-lying look.

And that look is utterly withering, so you decide you’re accepting defeat. “Okay fine, maybe I was thinking about it, but I wasn’t actually gonna say it. Not with him around.”

Haechan snorts, like you said something funny, but in reality he just doesn’t believe you. “Yeah, alright. Let’s finish shopping.”

You don’t argue, but there’s a lingering thought in your mind as you push the cart, rattling around in your brain still.

When he’s cuffed. Hmm. You can’t speak for him completely, but you both know how that one goes. When you get into a relationship, you think the person is great and they serve as a nice temporary distraction—that is, until you’re bored and realize no one will ever compare to Haechan, and especially not in the kissing department. So you break up, and then you go back to making out with Haechan, solidifying your suspicion that no one will ever replace your best friend. It’s the reason you don’t do relationships anymore, you feel bad for using people when you know it isn’t going to change a thing. It never does.

As far as your knowledge extends, things aren’t too different with Haechan. You and him don’t push things, you don’t pry too deep. There’s some unspoken boundary, and you know when to drop things. That’s why you both say the same thing each time you ask one another why you and whoever it was that you were previously seeing broke up—it wasn’t working out.

Like a moth to a flame, Haechan always finds his way back to you too, because apparently you’re the only person that can keep him tied down. You don’t think that’s the case, though. Your problem is you’re in love with your best friend, no matter how hard you try to suppress the feelings. His problem? You can’t be sure, but you’d guess commitment issues.

Whatever it is, and as selfish as it may sound, you want it to stay. He isn’t yours, but you like the comfort of knowing that he isn’t anyone else’s, either.

If Cupid had a human counterpart, it would be Na Jaemin in reincarnated form. He may not have wings nor a bow and arrow, but he does have dedication and a gigantic mouth.

“I can’t believe you called me over here for this,” you stand in an effort to leave, but Jaemin pulls you back down by your wrist, so you sigh, accepting that you’re stuck in the cafe and in the middle of a Jaem-terrogation.

“Not so fast, Sonic. You still haven’t answered my question. I don’t have all day, you know, I have other people’s business to be in,” he admits unabashedly, and you snort at his honesty.

Jaemin is an extremely shameless, extremely straightforward individual. He knows what he wants, how to get it, and the only time he’s afraid of letting someone know what he’s chasing for is when it interferes with his goal of obtaining said desire. He loves all things drama and gossip, and these are the lengths he’ll go to squeeze information out of you. No wonder he’s one of the writers for the campus newspaper.

“I don’t have feelings for Haechan,” you fiddle with your fork. “And even if I did, why would it matter? Haechan doesn’t have feelings for me, either.”

“Forgive me, but you’re a fucking dumbass,” Jaemin concludes, and you gasp in dramatic offense. “Why would I be here if he didn’t like you back, y/n? You know that he hasn’t had anyone over in two weeks? There’s like, three things at the top of Haechan’s list of shit he needs to survive, and that’s you, Tootsie Pops, and sex. Yet he’s gone two entire weeks without it. He likes you, really fucking bad.”

“Golly gee, Haechan hasn’t fucked anyone in two entire weeks. He must be head over heels in love with me,” you deadpan, ignoring how Jaemin rolls his eyes in response. “Be serious, Jaem. He literally got this girl’s number the other day. The man said himself that he doesn’t want to stick his dick in me. There’s nothing going on.”

Okay, so maybe Haechan is a raging sexaholic. Maybe he’s been a little horny recently. And maybe contact-full makeout sessions have been a reoccurrence in the past two weeks, but none of that matters, and he typically has extreme self control. Fresh as yesterday, he was definitely trying to get into Hope’s pants. It’s weightless, everything between you. It means absolutely nothing, and you’re trying to come to terms with the possibility that it never will. You wish your friends would accept the fact, too.

At least they don’t know you and Haechan make out, and have been for the past four years. They’d be insufferable, and you two would absolutely never hear the end of it.

“Y/n, please. Your biggest competition is those damn Tootsie Pops.”

“And if you told him that he had to live without me or the candy, he’d choose them over me any day.”

“Actually, he’d tell me to fuck off—and stop asking him stupid questions. You can’t tell me I’m wrong because I’m speaking from experience,” Jaemin grins, “I pushed the question until he gave me a proper answer. He chose you, by the way.”

You groan into your hands, “Unless you have some other evidence to provide besides this stupid question and him not getting laid in two weeks, you’re wasting my time here, Cupid.”

Jaemin sighs, “I thought I could pressure you into admitting your feelings—”

“I don’t have feelings for Haechan!”

“—that you deny having, but I guess taking the high road doesn’t work. Don’t worry, I still have plan B. I mean, you should be worried, but it’s whatever.”

You blink. “Plan B?”

He ignores you, standing up and preparing to take his leave. You’re still curious about whatever his alternative, backup plan is however, and he doesn’t look like he’s going to tell you.

“Jaemin!” You shriek. “What are you talking about?”

“February 14th, Chenle’s party,” he answers vaguely, swinging his bag over his shoulders. “Be there, or be square. Whatever that means.”

He exits without another word, leaving you dumbfounded and with a sudden dread in your chest. They don’t… know, do they? No, of course not. How could they? You’ve been keeping this secret for nearly four years, and the only people that know are Jungwoo and Dohwan.

Great. Another reason to dread the fourteenth, and despise Cupid—and his human counterpart, your actual mortal enemy.

“I know you like Regina George, but the dress code is Cady Heron.”

Bummer. You didn’t exactly plan on attending as a sexy bunny in fishnets and knee-high boots, but you don’t intend on wearing a Party City outfit, neither. It’s only the 6th though, so you still have a week and some change to outfit plan.

You frown, “Why the change? None of his past parties have had much of a dress code.”

“Because Chenle is also stuck babysitting his baby brother on Valentine’s day while his parents are having a date night,” Haechan answers. “I’m not saying you have to dress like a prude, but don’t dress like a slut, either.”

Ignoring the insinuation behind his words, you don’t miss the fact he said also. “What do you mean also? Don’t tell me…”

“Exactly what you think. Dad is whisking my stepmom away on a romantic evening date to only God knows where, and Jungwoo is busy with his girlfriend, so me being the sole single-pringle in the family gave him the bright idea to have me baby sit,” he explains, though he doesn’t seem burdened by the task. “I don’t really mind, though. It’d be one thing if I planned on getting some pussy that night, but no one’s smashing at a party where there’s children. I hope not, at least.”

You wince at that. You hope not, too. It’s a setback that you have to re-plan your outfit, but on the plus side, Haechan can and will help you decide this time, even if you have to force him.

So that’s where you find yourself a couple hours later, your bedroom a mess as the aftermath of the meticulous care you’ve put into your self-styling. You’ve narrowed it down to two outfit selections; option A, the white crop-top with the cute pink pants; or option B, the pretty and red mini-dress with stilettos. It’s a little embarrassing that hours of your indecisiveness have led you to this conclusion, but you want to choose the perfect outfit that’s also not overbearing.

“And I have to help you why?”

“Because you’re my best friend, and that’s what best friends are for, duh.”

Haechan’s favorite thing about your place is you have all his utmost favorite games—and that literally everything there is like a piece of you, from the decoration to the smell of your perfume bottles you keep in your bathroom. He’d never tell you that, though—so he wasn’t too enthusiastic about being interrupted from his video-gaming session. But then, he realized he gets a special preview of your Valentine’s day outfit, and Haechan loves the way you dress, probably an abnormal amount. Slutty or prude-y.

“Then what’cha waiting for? Strip for me, princess,” he demands jokingly. It isn’t normal for you to feel bashful by anything a guy says, but everything is so different with Haechan. It’s the littlest, simplist things that drive you over the edge, that make you want him in ways you probably, scratch that, definitely shouldn’t.

And all the questions, assumptions, and rumors regarding your nonexistent relationship with Haechan aren’t exactly unwarranted. You two flirt and touch an abnormal amount, and while it’s common knowledge that Haechan is a touchy person, and you’re a natural flirt, people say it’s extreme between you two.

That makes you laugh. When it comes to the tension between you both that people speak of, you wish you could see what they see.

“You want to watch me strip?” You’re genuinely surprised, only the other day he seemed repulsed by the thought of you naked. “That’s new. I’m guessing you haven’t gotten laid in a hot minute.”

Haechan rolls his eyes, silently confirming what Jaemin told you at the cafe, but you shake the thought away, refusing to let it spur you on. It doesn’t mean anything. “Anyways. You’ve got nothing I haven’t seen before, baby girl. Now, you gonna strip or what?”

“I’m stripping, I’m stripping! Relax, Liam Payne!” It’s really nothing he hasn’t seen before, because Haechan’s seen naked girls, and he’s seen you half-naked before, so neither of you actually care. You peel off your top, slowly and in a strip tease sort of way and look him in the eye, giggling once you catch him shaking his head. You don’t repeat the movement with your shorts though, simply taking them off and picking up your new shirt to slip it off the hanger.

Successfully discreet, Haechan wallows in the sight of you half-naked for as long as he can before you’re slipping on the crop top and the pink pants. Now that he thinks about it, he bought you those pants, and darn do they make your ass look good. Then he realizes he’s thinking about your ass and taking not as discreet looks at it, and shakes the thought away.

“So?” Your voice cuts through the silence. “What do you think?”

He needs a moment to gather himself and recollect his thoughts, because he feels like turning on Destiny’s Child’s Bootylicious and if spoke his mind he would definitely say something he’d regret. Like, I could fuck the shit out of you. He doesn’t think he should say that.

“What do you mean, what do I think? I bought you those pants, I’d be damned if I thought you didn’t look good in them,” Haechan supplies, making you roll your eyes in response.

“Very underwhelming reaction. I wanted you to fall out on the floor and pass out for a few seconds with your hand on your chest,” you pout.

“Definitely not doing all that,” he chuckles. “But you do look good enough for… somebody to do it. Anyways, it’s stripping time again. Get in that dress for me, princess.”

If he doesn’t stop with the pet names you’re going to combust. You hide it though, taking off outfit option A and putting on option B. You feel confident in your appearance, with or without him, but the way Haechan’s practically gawking at you does boost said confidence.

“What about this one?”

Okay, so Haechan’s one-hundred percent biased in his decision—or maybe he isn’t, since he didn’t buy this outfit—though nonetheless, he loves this dress on you. In his personal opinion, you’ll look good in anything you wear, but the way this particular dress hugs your figure perfectly is a bonus. He knows all eyes are going to be on you the moment you step inside Chenle’s house, and maybe he’s going to have to keep you and Dohwan close to his side.

Rather than replying verbally, Haechan walks forward and pulls you into a kiss. His hands dip around your waist, skirting the area until he’s gripping you like he’s afraid of letting go.

And as always, you melt into his lips. Like ice to the sun, or wax to a flame. It’s the umpteenth kiss in your whole lifetime, but Haechan always makes it feel like the first time. Like two love-struck highschoolers, except with a lot more experience. Haechan kisses you like he loves you, and you hate it. You might even loathe it.

His fingers slip down your hips, to your revealed thighs, like he just so happens to know that’s one of your weak spots. Luckily you’ve learned some of his weak spots too, and not really thinking, you don’t hesitate to aim for his most sensitive one - his neck. You can’t get used to how beautiful he sounds as he moans, your lips pressing into his sweet spot and leaving undoubtedly a mark.

“Fuck,” Haechan moans, “you’re my kryptonite, you know that?”

“A kiss is all it takes for you to fold?” You gasp out with a smirk.

“Shut up.”

Your grin widens. “Make me.”

Just as he leans in, about to pin you down to your duvet and kiss the life out of you while you’re thinking that maybe this is the tension people speak of, his phone rings in his back pocket. It feels like snapping out some trance or spell, like a reverse Cupid’s arrow, and he instantly backs off of you.

He takes a look at his phone screen. “I um, I gotta take this.”

Biting your lip, you nod. “Okay.”

“You look great though,” he comments, and you smile thinly at him as he slips from between your fingertips yet again.

It seems that you’re left all alone, pathetically wet, and wondering if that person on the other line is Hope - but you try to shake that thought off.

Sighing, you flop against your sheets. Love is some extremely cruel, extremely rigged game that only lucky people win, and it seems that Luck has sided with the evil that is Cupid. You’ve been dealt cards, and Haechan refuses to show you his hand. All you can do is watch it play out.

Haechan knew that something was dangerously off when Jaemin bought him a brand-new bag of Tootsie Pops without being asked, and invited you over for a movie night with the guys, offering to open up with you and Haechan’s all-time favorite movie, Mean Girls. He even offered to play The Kissing Booth next! Everyone else instantly protested of course, but the fact he offered in the first place is borderline suspicious.

Sure, Jaemin’s not the devil or anything, depending on who you ask. He’s… kind, and he can be a sweetheart. But Jaemin does nothing for free, and Haechan can’t shake the thought that this is planned bribery. And it isn’t hush-money. Jaemin doesn’t buy silence, he buys words.

By the time Jaemin asks Haechan to help him with the popcorn, he’s ninety-nine point nine percent sure that something is definitely wrong here. Yet still, he follows him into the kitchen.

“Alright, what’s up man?” Haechan wastes zero time, wanting to get to the bottom of all this. “I know you want something out of me. There’s no other reason you would offer to play The Kissing Booth, or buy me Tootsie Pops for free.”

Jaemin scoffs, but he doesn’t try to front, “Glad you know. Since we’re on the same page, let’s address this thing with you and y/n.”

“That’s what this is about?” Haechan grumbles. “I’ve told you, I don’t have feelings for her!” He whisper-yells.

Jaemin has heard that far too many times for it to be convincing. He’s positive that even Helen Keller herself could tell you two are hopelessly in love. Takes one to know one, he thinks. It seems the three of you must be blind, because you and Haechan are oblivious to your feelings for one another, and it’s painfully obvious.

“And Mary wasn’t a virgin,” Jaemin says ironically, making Haechan roll his eyes. “If you’re not in love with her, then explain what the hell is going on between you two. I know that she’s your best friend or whatever, but you don’t act like it at all. From a fresh perspective, someone would totally think you’re in love.”

Haechan hates that he’s right. It doesn’t make sense the amount of times you’ve gone to public places and had cashiers refer to you as a couple, or elderly people ask you if you’re together. Because you’re not. You’re best friends, and even if Haechan wants to be more than that, that’s his label. And he’s sure he’s stuck with it for life.

“You’re fucking Hope to distract yourself from your feelings for y/n,” Jaemin adds, and it’s a statement, not a question.

“I’m not—”

“You are,” Jaemin interjects. “Head over heels, in love with a girl you think doesn’t reciprocate your feelings, and you’re also being an ass to her, whether you know it or not.”

If Haechan was in a situation where he needed to simplify the reason you two click so well, he’d say chalk it up to compatibility and say it’s because you’re like a mirror of one another. Which also means he knows you, better than anyone else even, and he knows neither of you do the whole catching feelings things anymore. You like to fuck and flirt, and fuck some more, to avoid the fact that you love too hard. If you fuck people whose names you don’t even remember, it doesn’t mean a darn thing that you two make out.

No one really knows about that part yet. But they do know that you like to fuck, and that’s why Haechan thinks that if he’s an ass, then that means so are you. What the fuck is he doing that you aren’t?

Even if he is an ass, what is he supposed to do? He’s only recently realized that damn, he actually does have feelings for you, which is where Hope comes along and yes, he is fucking her to distract himself from you. So what? It’s not like it’s working, he’s still stuck on you, obsessed with the thought of you, craving your touch and the sound of your voice. He still loves you, and it’s so scary because no matter what his friends say, he thinks they don’t know you or your relationship like he does. They think they do, but they don’t.

“I’m not in love,” Haechan lies through his teeth, “maybe I’m in like.”

Jaemin snorts. In like? That’s the stupidest thing he’s ever heard. Not in love his fucking ass. “You’re in denial, that’s what you are.”

Haechan grumbles, trying desperately not to raise his voice so that the others don’t hear him from the living room, “Even if I did like her—and I’m telling you, I don’t—it wouldn’t change anything because she doesn’t like me.”

“You two are the same breed of oblivious and stupid,” Jaemin takes the popcorn out of the microwave, pouring it all into a bowl. He’s even laughing, much to Haechan’s confusion, but he’s apparently unbothered by Haechan’s lack of confession, “but fine. Lie to my face. I still have a backup plan.”

“A back-up plan?” Haechan repeats, lost.

“I just thought it would be nice of me to try and get you to confess before I have to work a Valentine’s day miracle, but unfortunately you two are a match made in heaven—both terribly stubborn,” Jaemin says vaguely, not really answering Haechan’s question, “so I guess we’ll all know the truth at Chenle’s party.”

Jaemin exits with the popcorn bowls before Haechan can even part his lips to ask another question, and he stands there, shocked and unsure of how to react. He’s concerned, though. Jaemin has something cooking (besides the popcorn), and he isn’t sure what, but it’s Na fucking gossiping blabbermouth Jaemin. That means it can’t be anything good.

So apparently when you and Haechan had that heated makeout session the other day, you left a trail - or in other words, you marked his neck the fuck up.

You hadn’t noticed because he covered it up with concealer, but you’re in the middle of another one of those when he stops you, preventing you from repeating your mistake.

“You can’t do that. People will see,” Haechan frowns. You wonder what’s the problem with hickeys. Is he embarrassed? No way. Haechan? Embarrassed? About hickeys? He has much bigger fish to fry.

In contrast, you’re over the moon. Even if he isn’t yours, marking him up makes you feel like he belongs to you. Plus, other people will see, and they’ll know that he isn’t theirs, either. Haechan also has a beautiful neck, you realize as you stare at his skin. It makes you wonder if there’s anything about him that isn’t beautiful.

“Would that be so bad?” You ask. “You’d look sexy all marked up by me.”

Haechan groans, “Do you ever think with your head and not your pussy?”

“I wish my pussy was my head. My head’s just so full of you,” you sigh dramatically.

It’s rare for Haechan to blush, but you somehow manage to make him full-on flush sometimes and you take that as an achievement. It’s partially the reason you love flirting with him so much, he’s so reactive. His reactions are cute sometimes.

“Be serious for 5 seconds,” he whines, and you giggle.

“I was serious,” you insist, “but fine, I’ll think with my head since yours is clearly not working. No one’s gonna assume they’re from me, Hyuck. Just tell them they’re from one of your hoes.”

“I know, but it’s not them I’m worried about. It’s, um…” he trails off.

You’re confused, blinking. If not your friends, then who on earth—oh, for fucks sake.

“It’s Hope,” you utter tonelessly.

“Yeah, uh, yeah,” he wonders why you suddenly sound so dry, and then the whole grocery shopping thing seeps back into his mind. You obviously don’t like Hope, and it’s not just you, really. Lots of people don’t like her. But Haechan needs a pretty face to compete with the image of yours in his head, even if it isn’t winning. “She kinda likes me, and—”

“Do you like her?” You don’t mean to ask so fast. It slips, like your mouth has a mind of its own.

Haechan shrugs. No, he doesn’t like her. He likes you, but he thinks that maybe he can somehow convince himself it’s the other way around. So he replies, “Maybe.”

Fuck. You try not to appear suddenly devoid of life, forcing a cheery smile. “That’s… nice,” you lie through your teeth. “Let me take this opportunity to have one last kiss before I possibly never will again?”

Haechan snickers, to silently say as if. He isn’t wrong for it, either. One kiss is never one kiss with him — never has been, never will be. There’s a reason you both bonded over bombing a math exam.

D-day rolls around, and you’re eyeing your frame in your full-length mirror, smoothing your palms over your dress as you give yourself a quick once-over before the clock strikes 7PM. You look like that bitch, and everyone in that party is going to fucking know it because you’re going to walk in there like that bitch. Fuck Cupid. You don’t need his stupid bow. And fuck Haechan, too. He’s your ride, but he’s gonna ditch you at some point in the party like he always does. It’ll be no different now, and this time, you’ll be the first one to leave.

The chime of the doorbell jolts you from your mental slumber, and you quickly reach for your purse then head towards the door with a heavy heartbeat. You know he’s already seen you in this dress, he chose it for fucks sake, but there’s something else that gets your heart racing—no. You can’t think about him. Fuck Haechan, remember? He’s no good for you.

“Here goes nothing,” you mutter to yourself, palm on the doorknob, “you can do this.”

Haechan’s sucks in a breath the moment you open the door. You look gorgeous. You always do, but in this particular moment, you look better than you ever have before. Those corny romance sayings usually make him laugh with mirth, but he’s genuinely convinced you look better everyday that he sees you. All dressed up like this, or not.

“You look so pretty, Auntie!” Dohwan beats him to a compliment.

You bend down to ruffle the boy’s hair, “Thank you, Dohwan. You look very handsome.” And then you look at Haechan.

He looks handsome as well, unfortunately. Jet black hair, exposed forehead, and his outfit is black with red hearts in the center of the shirt. You try not to pay him too much mind, but your heart and the place between your thighs don’t seem to agree with your mind. He catches you looking at him, and feels a twinge of anxiousness in his heart. Get it together, man, he tells himself. Lee Donghyuck doesn’t get nervous looking at pretty girls. Lee Donghyuck doesn’t hesitate about his actions, either, wondering if he should hold your hand, he doesn’t rethink what he should say. It all comes to him naturally.

“Yeah, you look beautiful,” he settles, mentally cursing himself for being unable to think of anything else. He blames you. Ever since you first snuck in his mind, you’ve been living rent-free there, and make it hard to think about anything else sometimes. That’s why he thought that needed distractions.

If you could relay the message to your heart, you’d tell it stop beating. Instead, you mask your emotion, smiling. “Thank you, likewise. Now c’mon, we gotta get there by 7:30!”

Haechan’s saddened by the dismissal, but you don’t catch his face as you walk to his car.

If you ignore him, you can do this.

Haechan cannot do this.

Something isn’t right. It wasn’t right the second he noticed you gave him a simple, rushed compliment, not bothering to make some sexual remark that usually makes Haechan’s cheeks feel like fire. You didn’t even kiss him before you got in the car. And Haechan’s sure you’ve been avoiding him like the plague, scurrying off and getting lost in the red and pink sea before he could even ask you if you wanted to check out the drink menu.

He doesn’t know where you are, and that haunts him. Turns out Chenle is paying Yangyang, Ten and Jisung to keep the kids entertained on one end of the house, whilst the adults do adult-y things on the other. You could be with someone else for all he knows, hell, you probably are. He was practically fuming when he saw some people staring at you as you walked in.

“Uh oh, I think y/n divorced Haechan,” Chenle jokes, and a choir of laughs follows suit.

Haechan grumbles, “A guy can’t miss his girl best friend?”

“Of course, you can,” Chenle drawls, “but everyone knows she’s more than just a friend to you. Like even if you aren’t together, there’s no way you guys don’t have feelings for each other.”

“Right? And they’re so cute together, too. A literal match made in heaven by angel Cupid,” Jaemin agrees, speaking as though Haechan isn’t right there.

“You’re dating y/n?” gasps Karina, overhearing Jaemin much to Haechan’s dismay. Oh, great, she’s as much as a blabbermouth as he is. The whole world’s going to think Haechan’s dating you in five minutes or less.

“No!”

“Yes, he is, spread the word,” Jaemin says, already knowing he doesn’t have to tell her. Karina’s mumbling I knew it under her breath before jogging somewhere.

“You know,” Haechan starts, downing a shot because if he’s not at least tipsy he’s going to die at this party, “she’s been making me watch murder documentaries with her and I’ve definitely picked up a thing or two. I’d be careful.”

Jaemin scoffs, “Please. You’re going to be kissing my ass and the ground that I walk on by the time this party’s over.”

There it goes. Haechan wonders what’s so special about tonight that Jaemin’s been hinting at vaguely. It’s been keeping him on his toes, but he doesn’t ask because he knows Jaemin, and he isn’t going to tell him a thing. The one time this guy wants to keep something secret.

An hour flies by, and Haechan still hasn’t seen you. He’s looked for you, and refuses to believe his eyes are somehow missing you, even though you’re in a crowd. He literally went up the stars and gazed over the railing for a better view, and you were no where to be found. You’ve refused to answer your phone, too, and Haechan doesn’t know what to do. He would just start talking to some random chick, but that’s not what Haechan wants. He doesn’t want some random chick. He wants to be with you. Hold you. Touch you. Kiss you, with no shame, no fear, in front of everyone, and he isn’t in denial about it. He wants you.

And Jaemin is fed up.

“Alright, I’m tired of you moping around drinking like a divorced man. Let’s go to the kitchen,” Jaemin suggests. Or commands, but still.

Haechan quirks a brow. “Where there’s nothing but more drinks?”

“Trust me, I’m not letting you drink anymore tonight. You have a wife and a kid to drive home,” Jaemin jokes. Usually he’d deny any sort of relationship with you that isn’t best-friendship, but Haechan simply shakes his head, following his friend and roommate into the kitchen.

Then he sees you, and his jaw doesn’t just drop, but it falls flat on the ground, bounces a little, and comes back down. You’re clinging to Chenle’s side with a confused face, equally as surprised to see him, though not very delighted.

“What’s going on?”

You stare at one another.

“Stop copying me!”

Jaemin and Chenle stare at one another, then stare at you two staring at one another, and stare at one another again.

“I hate to interrupt your… stare-off, but there’s a reason we brought you two here,” Jaemin interjects, making you two finally split gazes as you stare at him, confused.

“Which is?”

You glare at him. Jaemin’s success was short-lived, it seems.

“Drum roll, please,” he says, and Chenle begins tapping against the counter, “Dohwan!”

Suddenly, Dohwan pops up from around the corner. He’s on the completely wrong side of the house, and while he’s under adult supervision, you still wonder why he’s here.

You blink. “What’s he doing here?”

Jaemin smirks. “I’m glad you asked. Dohwan tells me he’s witnessing some very interesting sights of the two of you. Go ahead and tell us what you saw, kiddo.”

“I saw Haechan and Auntie y/n kissing, like mommy and daddy do!” Dohwan shares, grimacing in disgust. If you weren’t practically fearing for your life right now, you’d probably laugh at his reaction.

“And how often do you see this?” Chenle adds.

“Um…” the kid ponders, “every time Auntie y/n comes over. I heard them say they wanted to keep it a secret from me, but they’re not very good at it.”

Haechan shoots you a panicked look, and you’re wearing the exact same one. By the time you realize that this is what Jaemin’s been hinting at this whole time, it’s much too late. Your secret has been exposed to the worst people ever, and now they’re definitely going to think you’re dating.

“Thank you for your input, Dohwan,” Jaemin smiles, then turns to look at you and Haechan. You’re both frozen and stiff, unsure of how to respond. “So, anything to say about this?”

“It doesn’t mean anything,” Haechan’s quick to say. You hope no one catches the way your face falters with hurt for a split second. “If you want me to be honest, then fine, I will. Yeah, we kiss. We’ve been kissing since high school, but it didn’t mean anything then and it doesn’t mean anything now. We just, I don’t know, do it for fun.”

Chenle deadpans, “So you just kiss for pure, innocent fun.”

“Exactly,” Haechan nods. “It means nothing.”

It means something to me, you think to yourself, and when you notice the silence in the room, you gaze up to see everyone’s eyes on you, Haechan’s a little wide. Oh, fuck.

“I said that aloud, didn’t I?”

“Yep,” Jaemin grins. He was right. “Is there something you want to share with the class?”

Stupidly, you decide to look at Haechan, and he’s re-lost his composure, frozen up and stiff all over again. Your heart is pounding harder than it has been all night. It’s partially the alcohol, but you can feel it in your veins and all around you. It won’t leave you alone, and looking at Haechan, it’s faster, as if to say he’s the one I want.

So you choose to make another decision that you might possibly regret, but you have to get this off your chest. It isn’t news to anyone but Haechan anyways.

“Donghyuck,” you start, and he knows it’s getting serious because you just said his government name. You literally never call him by his government name. “I know we agreed to keep things platonic, and for it to mean nothing, but I want you. Like really, really bad. I think I—no, everyone’s right, I really am, extremely in love with you. If you don’t feel the same I understand, I just had to get this off my che—”

You aren’t given the chance to finish before Haechan swoops you in his arms, reaching for your waist as he pulls you into a kiss. There’s a chorus of cheers from Chenle and Jaemin, followed by a shriek of disgust from Dohwan as he covers his eyes, but you two aren’t trying to hide anymore, you want to scream from the rooftops that you’re in love. Yes, the infamous Lee Donghyuck and y/n know more than flirting and fucking. You’re in love, drunk off of a sip of it and the taste of Haechan’s lips, and god, has kissing your best friend never felt better.

“Let’s give the newlywed couple some privacy now,” Jaemin says with a grin. Gosh, he really is the spawn of Cupid, but you have to thank him. This wouldn’t be happening if it wasn’t for his stupid ‘gotcha!’ plan. “You two work this out.”

The three of them pile out, and you and Haechan part from one another to breathe. You stay in comfortable silence for a moment, his hands slipping into yours.

“Your hands are sweating,” you comment after a while.

“It’s hot.”

“It’s the middle of February.”

“So? Global warming is real, you know,” Haechan shrugs, refusing to acknowledge the fact that his hand is sweating because he’s nervous. He’s accepted that you make him feel all warm inside and his heart feel like mush, but he still isn’t used to not hiding the way you make him feel.

You laugh but don’t press things. “Newlywed couple, huh. Can’t be, you still haven’t popped the question.”

“Yeah?” He laughs, too. “Then will you take my hand in marriage and take me as your illegally wedded husband?”

You hum, pretending to contemplate, “Hmm, I don’t know. You sure you don’t wanna marry a giant cardboard Tootsie Pop cutout? Or what about that girl? What happened to her, by the way, I thought you said you liked her.”

Haechan groans, not really wanting to think about her right now, “No more Hope. Ironically, she’s a lost cause. I had to cut shit with her because she can’t comprehend what a fling is. She wanted a relationship, and you know, I lied to you when I said that I might want her. I didn’t know you liked me back until, like, now, so I was just saying shit in hopes of convincing myself I could stop liking you. That planned failed, though.”

His words lift a massive weight off of your shoulders, and you finally feel like you can breathe now. Take that, bitch, you think with a smirk. She was giggling in your face so hard at the grocery store, but you’re having the last laugh.

You tilt your head. “What about the Tootsie Pops?”

“Yeah, sorry but I can’t give them up as easily. Would you mind a Tootsie Pop bouquet?”

Gosh, this is the man you love. You roll your eyes, but smile as you reply, “You know, you’re like a Tootsie Pop.”

If Haechan were a dog, his ears would perk up right now. “How come?”

“I’ll never know how long I’ll be able to kiss you without wanting to fuck you,” you lean in his ear to purr, voice tickling his neck. You eye it and his lips, and lord knows you can’t wait to finally be able to mark him up again.

“Yeah? Wanna go home, put Dohwan to sleep, and let me take this dress off you?” He grips at your waist, his hand resting there with the burning urge to dip lower. He bites his lip.

“Thought you drew the line at sticking your dick in me,” you joke.

“That was when I was in denial about wanting you,” Haechan whispers, “but now I can admit to myself that even though you amazing in this dress, I wanna take it off of you. Your body’s perfect.”

“I kinda hate the scar on my thigh.”

“Don’t. It provides depth to your character. It makes someone wonder how you got it, the story of how it happened,” he answers, ever so deeply.

“Poetic,” you snort, “can’t tell if you’re giving me Bruno Mars or John Legend vibes more right now.”

Haechan rolls his eyes, smiling. “You said you’d never know how long you’d be able to kiss me without dying to fuck me, right?”

“I never said dying.”

He ignores you, “Then let’s put it to the test, shall we?”

Your lips wind up pressed firmly to his, with your hands on his cheek and his palms on your hips yet again. It’s fiercer than ever, Haechan’s kissing you like he doesn’t want to let you breathe, like he wants to stay in this moment with you forever. He kisses you with love and lust, with passion and desire, with emotion and no more fear in his chocolate-y eyes. You don’t regret kissing Haechan that day. It took a while, but it brought you to this moment where you can finally call him yours. And that one more kiss stuff is bullshit. His lips are yours and vice versa, and as you’re by each other’s side, you’ll never stop kissing him. And he’ll never stop kissing you.

“They’re here!” Karina suddenly bursts into the kitchen, pointing at you and Haechan. “Look! I told you they were dating!”

Oh, god. You totally forgot about Karina’s stupid bet with Mark. Mark looks entirely devastated and surprised, devastated because that’s twenty-five bucks gone from his wallet, and surprised because he genuinely believed you and Haechan have been best friends this whole time. Technically, he isn’t wrong, but you’re not sure if you want to interrupt to tell them that.

Mark whines, “Oh, c’mon! I really thought you guys were just friends.”

“Pay up, loser,” Karina smirks, and with a pout, Mark pulls cash from his pockets.

Haechan looks at you, and while you don’t say anything, you can tell you’re both thinking the exact same thing. The whole campus is about to know you two are dating. Karina’s for sure going to tell everyone she knows, hell, probably even people she doesn’t know, and there’s a ninety-nine point nine percent chance of Jaemin raining your business on everyone in his latest report for the school newspaper.

You can’t say that you care, though. This is what you wanted, to unashamedly love Haechan, to be able to state it proudly in front of everyone, to let everyone know, to claim him as yours and yours only. So fuck Cupid. Fuck his bow, fuck his arrow, because this relationship is all a product of you and Haechan’s hard work and dedication.

Who needs Cupid’s bow when you have tasty lips and Tootsie-Pops?

“You’re telling me you’ve been in love with me for the past four years? Oh, you’re a soldier. I would have given up in the first month.”

You snort. Part of becoming Haechan’s girlfriend is the process of telling one another the secrets you’ve been keeping, such as how long you can been in love. Haechan’s been in love with you for a solid year, he thinks, maybe two, but it’s been almost four years for you, on the other hand.

“If only it were that easy,” you sigh. “Trust me, I tried getting over you by getting under other people—how Jessie Reyez of me—but that didn’t work out, obviously.”

“You are too much like me,” Haechan shakes his head. “What made you think we should anyways?”

“You mean, four years ago, or now?”

Haechan shrugs. “Either. Give me three reasons.”

“Oh, brace yourself. I could do a presentation on this. One, we know each other’s McDonald’s orders. Two, like you said, we’re very alike. When have we ever argued over pizza toppings?” You reason. “Three, I can’t imagine kissing anybody else. I mean, we’ve basically been practicing on each other for the past four years. I’m the reason you can kiss so good, it would insane for you make out with other people. Four, I have a fat ass and sometimes I catch you staring at—”

“I said three reasons!” Haechan cries, face blooming red as a rose.

“I could go for a fifth,” you grin, “we’re both terrible at math.”

“Damn right we are,” he mutters. “But that’s what makes us… us, isn’t it? The only reason we’re dating right now is because we couldn’t resist kissing each other after one time.”

He’s right. It practically only took one kiss to fall in love with Haechan. He’s giving you major Dua Lipa vibes right now.

“I know you’re thinking about that Dua Lipa song right now.”

You smirk. “You know me very well.”

He tilts his head. “And what else are you thinking about?”

“That you look like all I need,” you say in tune, making Haechan laugh. “And I just want to feel your skin on mine.”

“Then we should do something about that, right?” Haechan smirks back.

You’re kissing the smirk right off his lips seconds later, and this is where you decide that you just can’t get enough of him. Even if one kiss is all it takes, you’re greedy for more, and more, and more, until both your lips are swollen and you’re both gasping for air.

#haechan smut #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #nct smut #haechan x reader #nct imagines #haechan imagines #lee haechan smut #nct x reader #nct #nct scenarios

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I'm curious (read invested) do you have a time line in mind for the strollonso au? Like when they met, got engaged, got married

In my pookie au, which I set most of my edits into, it goes something like this.... THIS IS GONNA BE LONG OH LORD, I have a whole thing formulated in my brain and writing is down is gonna be a struggle

2014-2015 They met for the first time very briefly as Fernando was visiting the Ferrari Academy drivers at Prema. Note that Lance is a massive Fernando fan since he was a kid, so this was like meeting his hero. Nando immediately forgot about this meeting as it was just a promotional thing, very sad :(

2017 Lance debuts in F1 at Williams, he's about 19yo and still a massive Nando fan but they rarely interact with each other (see, 'shy canadian rookie'). Sure, they talk every now and then, but no sparks yet...

2018 This is where it starts to get interesting. Nando is struggling (and when I say struggling I mean STRUGGLING) at McLaren and his interest starts to waver which leads to his little fixation on Lance. It started out pretty tame and harmless with Nando writing little notes/letters to him and hiding them around the Williams garage (no one knows how he did it without getting caught) and Lance's belongings. He gets more invested in this than driving the McLaren GP2 engine shitbox.

Eventually Nando gathers up enough courage to ask the 20 year old man out. To his absolute horror and shock, the kid says "yeah, sure" and that's how they began dating. For the remainder of 2018, they keep it strictly to themselves, not telling anyone in case their relationship gets leaked. Lots of hotel room slumber parties, discreet dinner dates and traveling in the same planes between races.

Fun little side story I got is that in 2018, Lance, Fernando and Lando took part as team LANCELANDONANDO (hilarious, I know) in the 24h of Daytona ✨ They finished like... 50th, but it was a big deal since Lando was a tiny little baby boy and Nando was a bit of a mentor to him. (see, 'nando never got kids of his own but really wants to be a father figure)

2019-2020 Nando decides to "retire" from F1 after losing all his ambition to drive because of McLaren draining the life force out of him. Now that Nando isn't in F1, they can make their relationship public since the conflict of interest is no longer an issue.

2019 is a rather dark time for Lance, as the media rips him to shreds for 1) dating a man, 2) being almost 20 years younger AND 3) the person he's dating just happens to be Fernando Alonso. He's called every name under the sun, constantly ridiculed and the fans pretty much turn against him. He tries to avoid all the drama by becoming more closed in and even more shy around people.

Fernando, on the other hand, is off doing indy and endurance racing. He's pretty outspoken about their relationship and does his best to gain respect for Lance, always praising him and telling nice things about him. This starts to work after a while as the media starts to forget about the whole thing.

Nando would visit the F1 grid from time to time and Lance would be at his indy races. Eventually it became normal to see them together and act like a couple and the fans started to support them, so the media did a complete 180°. Now it was a race to get the best Strollonso story in the papers...

During this time also, Lance starts to visit Fernando's karting school a lot more and after a while becomes a key part in its operation. He would volunteer as a race director for the kids' tournaments, pop in as a guest coach or just help around with whatever they were doing. He would become a bit of a celebrity in that community of young drivers and really like spending time there.

2021 Surprise! Fernando gets bored of the other stuff and unretires himself to come back into F1 with Alpine! Before this Lance, Nando, Alpine and Aston Martin have a proper sit-down with FIA to figure out how they can allow Nando back in without the risk of sharing team secrets. A couple rule changes, some NDA's and contracts later, it's settled and F1 gets its most popular Spaniard (sorry Carlos) back on track. Everyone celebrates!

Turns out Nando is on a revenge mission this time. All that pent up McLaren resentment is poured right into Alpine and he becomes the villain of F1, which the fans kinda like. Outside the track, he and Lance live their best comfy life, getting a couple houses together, traveling and expanding their family with a doggy, Nyla! 🥰

2022 Alpine is in shambles. Estie Bestie is threatening to strangle his best friend's boyfriend on a daily basis. Lance suggests, just as a joke, that Fernando should come to Aston as he knew Sebastian was about to retire and they hadn't found a replacement for next season. Fernando doesn't take it as a joke. So, Nando calls up Lance's dad and he agrees immediately to take the Spaniard in.

Fast forward to the end of the season, Alpine gets a couple more big L's, and finally Nando can leave that sinking ship to walk right into Aston Martin's motorhome as soon as he drops out the last race. Fans rejoice, as Strollonso is now in the same team, media is fired up from the potential content and FIA can have a breather now that company secrets are no longer at risk.

2023 Working in the same team turns out to be the best choice they ever made. The team spirit is at an all time high, everyone is enjoying working together and the fans absolutely love them. Nando's tiktok influencer career also helps tremendously and people follow their social medias like it's Friends in 1996.

Nando decides before the summer break that it's now or never and proposes to Lance. To his absolute horror and shock, the 25 year old says "yeah, sure" and they get engaged. Everyone expects a big and glamorous wedding, but turns out they have a small civil ceremony during the break with just family and close friends, away from the limelight. It's a cute and intimate wedding party in Tuscany that only gets out as Lance posts a few pictures from it. Fans rejoice once again! Future's looking all bright and rosy for them <3 And speaking of rosy... They got another fur child! Rósa was Lance's 25th birthday present 🥰

2024.... We'll see ✨

#ask #strollonso #pookie au #this is way too long I'm sorry #😭

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you're losing me.

miguel o'hara x fem!reader

summary: 'you're losing me' by taylor swift.

genre: angst, so much angst. basically a songfic.

warnings: cursing, violence, hard violence at the end, the reader shows signs of bpd. it "continues" the across the spiderverse plot.

a/n: i wanted to do this for a while now, i'm a fluff fan but a taylor swift one first. english isn't my first language so pls let me know my mistakes.

w.c: 13.2k

You have been with Miguel for more than a while now, just without a confirmation in between, there was never an "I love you", much less an " I’m sorry", but you two knew it, you cared for each other, and it would always be like that, no need for words.

But it was later that you really got to know the man you loved unconditionally.

You say “I don’t understand and i say, “I know you don’t”

“Love, you’ve been with that for a whole week, don’t you think it’s time to stop?” you said with no more than sweetness and care in your voice.

He didn’t say anything, not even look at you.

“I know that it’s important, but you haven't been eating, or sleeping well.” letting out a sigh, you tried to approach him. “I'm going out on a long mission tomorrow, you know, we could get dinner, or something.”

“I don’t understand how you could think that getting dinner is more important than this, and you should be working too, get out.” it was like he had put a wall between you two, ‘cause you didn’t dare to get closer than you were.

And it’s been like that for some time now, since the events of earth 1610, he’s been a workaholic, but you could take it, you always could.

“We thought a cure would come through in time..”

You’ve been out on this mission for almost three weeks, you missed your friends, missed Miguel, ‘cause maybe, just maybe, he was being himself again.

Of course not. When you arrived at the HQ, more specifically his office, the first thing you saw of him was a man yelling at a kid that a citizen was supposed to be dead, and the same fate was meeting the kid’s father.

The thing was, you didn’t really enjoy talking about canon events with Miguel, because you don’t like the term, in fact, you hate that he invented a word that justifies all the pain you, and everyone here, endured.

You wanted to do something, help Miles, but your thoughts were blurry, knowing that every decision you take from now on can change everything with Miguel.

“..now I fear it won’t.”

“Remember lookin’ at this room, we loved it ‘cause of the light.”

The chase after Miles already started, and you just stood there, while every other Spider-Man was trying to capture a kid.

You wanted to scream, most likely to the man who gave the order, but you had to stay on his side, right?

At least that was what your body wanted, ‘cause suddenly you were in the platform, the one where Miguel had brought you everytime you were injured, where you had your first kiss and the so many more that followed.

You didn’t even think about it, you started helping Miguel telling him where you saw Miles in the cameras, opening the path for him.

“Now I just sit in the dark and wonder if it’s time.”

This was the man you’ve fallen for? the one that was hitting a kid, telling him that he shouldn’t even exist? you knew part of his behavior was because of his feral instincts, but trying to justify this was making you sick.

You saw how Miles was running for his life, feeling betrayed by his own people, hurting like hell just wanting to come home to his parents, that’s when it hit you, you couldn’t do this.

He reached the machine that would send him “home”, you could hear your lover yelling at you from the ear piece that you two shared “Shut it off! Come on!”.

“Do I throw out everything we built or keep it?”

Your thoughts were colliding in your mind, the typical “my heart wants something but my brain another” line sounding everywhere.

But time took the choice for you, Miles was already gone and you didn’t do anything to stop it, nothing came from the other side of the communicator, but you’ve never heard a silence quite this loud.

The fear that you were experiencing right now was almost unrecognizable. almost.

“I’m getting tired even for a phoenix, always rising from the ashes”

It was the same fear that you had the day he found you.

Like every other spider person, you had been through a lot, but it came to a point where your family didn’t acknowledge you anymore, the only friend you had died because of you.

So, you’ve always known you were a failure, thinking about it now, maybe the relationship you’ve built with Miguel it’s just because he was the first person that didn’t see you as one.

It was hard at first, learning that everytime your parents insulted you, all the times that you were punished by them, all they took from you, all that was supposed to happen, hell, it had to be like that.

With time, and with Miguel by your side, you grew comfortable in your position, you could stay with him forever, just like he promised all the times you crawled to him after a bad day or a bad memory. forever, right?

“You might just have dealt the final blow.”

You were facing each other, he was always taller than you, but right now, you feel like the smallest thing in the world, you’ve known this feeling, and you don’t want that to happen with him.

But it was too late to want and not want things.

“Why didn't you do it? It was a simple button.” his voice was raspy, probably from all the yelling before, but he’s being cautious with you, the feeling in your stomach confirms it.

“I didn’t think like it was the right thing.” you didn’t tremble, he knows that you need him, but he also knows the woman you are.

“What?” that was it.

Silence, it could have been just seconds, but it feels like eternity to you, maybe because eternity was beautiful in your eyes, and what he started to say, definitely not.

“It’s incredible how after all this time, all of the effort I put on you, you show up to be just a disappointment, i don’t care what you think.”

“Stop.” he didn’t mean it, he didn’t mean it.

“Stop, you’re losing me.”

“No, you dont get for me to stop, I've always been there for you, I saved you again and again for you to turn your back on me? really?” you could feel the anger in his voice.

“Miguel, it's not like that, stop.” a little steps to get closer, you needed him closer.

“Stop, you’re losing me.”

“It is like that, it's always like that, you always fail and let me down, you don’t care about the real things because you’re stuck to keep suffering for some stupid thing that happened to you years ago, i'm tired of you being a nuisance to me.”

“My heart won’t start anymore..”

“What?” now it was your turn, without letting the tears take over your face. “I’m a nuisance? And what about you? the only thing you’ve been doing is watching on that little screen something that you could never have again, holding on to the memory of your mistakes, jealous that a kid can know beforehand and actually do something about it!” you know you don’t mean this, you know his suffering, but this was just too much.

“What I do is my business, but you work for me, you have to do what I say.” his tone wasn’t cautious anymore, his words were as thin as a dagger, was it always like that for him?

“I don’t work for you, i’m your-” he cut you off, almost instantly.

“You’re nothing to me.” he didn’t look at you when he said that.

“..for you.”

“What are you gonna do to that kid?” your voice was kinda broken, but you glared at him with storms in your eyes.

“Whatever is necessary to avoid him destroying a whole universe.”

“And the air is thick with loss and indecision.”

“Then I'm gone.” you turned away, he didn’t say anything, he didn’t look back.

He didn’t care if you were gone, he was letting you go just this easy, when your whole body was screaming at you that you should crawl to him, beg for his care and for his love, like you always did.

“Now you’re running down the hallway, and you know what they all say..”

That night, Miguel went to his room, that was yours too, expecting to find you a crying mess, it was always like that, you two had argued before, and he knows that he can fix this, by fixing you.

Opposite of his imagination, you weren’t there, all that was left was all your stuff, the clothes that he loved seeing you wearing, the gifts that he made, the ones that you made, all of it was there, but not you.

He forgot what fear was like, until he saw the little note you had left behind for him.

“i love you.”

It was the first time that one of you “said” that, and he hated it, hated his vulnerability, hated the short tear that was crossing his jaw now, but mostly, he hated you, for making him feel all of this and being gone.

“You don’t know what you got until it’s gone.”

“My heart won’t start anymore (‘cause you’re losing me).”

It had been three months now, you were helping Miles and his band, they were your friends now and they cared for you.

Mostly Gwen, you talked to her a lot, and she’s been helping you with your feelings.

You were miserable, you hated this so much, hated him so much.

The truth was that you were dying to go with him, you were so attached that it was completely painful, and you were fighting with yourself every day.

Because not matter how much you loved Miguel, you were on your own now, and you had the right to think and act for yourself, so if that means you have to be against him, even fight him, then you were going to do it.

That was what you said to yourself, but when the moment came, when all of your friends were fighting against the corporation you helped build, when the love of your life was in front of you, claws and teeth out, you were paralyzed.

“‘Til we were too far gone to bring back to life”

He was getting closer and closer, and some part of you was hoping that this was the man that didn’t even need words for you to know he loved you, the man that you would give up on your life from, you would do anything or everything for the things to go back to how they were.

“I gave you all my best me’s, my endless empathy.”

And that thought alone bothered you, why would you do everything for a man that was about to kill you if necessary? you were done with this.

You threw the first punch, as it was unexpected, he didn’t block it at all.

“And all I did was bleed as i tried to be the bravest soldier.”

“I’m not afraid of you.” your voice didn’t come off as he expected, you weren’t fragile anymore.

And so it began, he was a fighter and he wasn’t containing, you were hurt but you didn’t stop,for now you were blocking his claws and pushing him towards a kind of factory in the city, the farther away he was from Miles, the better.

“You’re not gonna kill a child Miguel, I'm not letting you.” he didn’t even care to respond, god how you hated that he wasn’t giving any signal of regret in all of this.

“You can still come with us, with me, you know?” of all the things he could’ve said, he chose that.

“Fighting in only your army, frontlines, don’t you ignore me.”

You didn’t respond, he kept talking.

“You are my best soldier, come on.” you were under him, he could finish this right now, you were bleeding and sore, he was too.

“I’m the best thing at this party (you’re losing me).”

The only reason you couldn’t hate him was the memories of what you had, but that, the attitude that he has on top of you, like your life was only in his hand, that he was portraying himself as your forever savior, you were boiling with rage.

You moved as fast as you could, pushing him off of you with the studies you had collected of fighting beside him, now you were on top, hitting at him with blood nubling your “pretty eyes” as he called them.

With that, he understood there was not a turning the situation, this was it, this is how it’s gonna end.

He grabbed you with all his strength and started shoving your body against the columns in the old fabric, along with this, he was telling you how disappointed he was, villainizing you for leaving him alone.

You couldn’t hear due to the damage.

“And I'm fading thinking do something, babe, say something.”

Blow comes, blow goes, you weren’t thinking of what you were doing, you were so mad that he wasn’t saying something, that he prefers this before taking the risk of believing in you.

“I hate you.” you thought about every time, how he manipulated you, how he controlled every feeling and idea in your head, and you hated how much you would love to stop this and go back to that.

“Lose something babe, risk something.”

He wasn’t fighting back anymore, the floor was cold and every punch that touched his skin made him feel warm.

He was regretting everything, he didn’t care about Miles now, he didn’t care about another universe anymore, he only cared about you, the universe of his own.

“I did everything for you, I would've died only for you, I would've even killed Miles for you, and I think I would still do it if you just choose me!”

You were letting it all out, not even listening to the voice of the man under you.

“Choose something, babe, i got nothing to believe, unless you’re choosing me.”

You were tired, couldn’t throw anymore hits, and that’s when you noticed, he was barely breathing under you, mumbling some words that you haven’t heard.

Your body didn’t move, you freezed.

“Stop, you’re losing me.”

Miguel used his last strength to clean some of the tears that were traveling down your cheek, you could now hear what he was saying.

“I’m so sorry, amor.” it’s the first time you’ve seen a genuine smile.

“Stop, stop, stop.”

You know there was nothing to be done, and no one could help right now, it was just you and him like it was in the beginning.

“I love you.” you whispered to him, grabbing his hand.

“I love you too.” he closed his eyes.

“I can’t find a pulse, my heart won’t start anymore.”

#writing #spiderm #across the spider verse spoilers #across the spiderverse #miguel o ' hara #miguel o hara #spiderman 2099 #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o hara x you #miguel o hara angst #angst #songifc #taylor swift #youre losing me #sataraxia #spiderverse #spiderman 2099 x reader #hard angst #writers on tumblr

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terraco-07 · 3 months

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I find the posts claiming that Rose and Jade were in character for their current series of actions interesting to say the least. Personally I can't help but see them far and away out of their original characterization, but I'll focus primarily on Rose here. I think it's really easy for us to forget the original comic when looking at subsequent works and forget the foundational information that informs us of who a character is. I'm sorry but less than a thousand pages of Epilogues and HS2 isn't going to tell you as much as 8k and the writers SHOULD be looking at the original and plotting off of that even if they were teens in it. When writing a sequel (Whether canon or not) the original matters! That all said when I look back at Rose on the meteor I see someone who let her nerves and her fear of failure and being alone propel her forward at all times. This girl got so nervous about impressing Kanaya that she was wasted and missed their first date. She's insecure and fearful that Kanaya might break up with her on the meteor as well. The way that scene went down and Kanaya yelling no to me reads as this wasn't the first time Rose has asked that. Regardless you take all of that and you add the fact that candy Rose was talking to John about how happy she was and how much she loved her wife and kid and we go from that to well I knew you'd forgive me and honestly I just wanted to see what would happen while Kanaya is actively going "You do remember you said a kid between those three would be horrible and you didn't like Jade right?" We have no reason to believe that Kanaya is an unreliable narrator here, if anything Rose more than likely is. The idea that Rose just went oh man my good bestie Jade wants me to cheat on my loving wife of over 10 years and went yeah sure anything for my friend is laughably bad I'm sorry. If that's actually a course of action being taken by the writers I genuinely question if we're writing this for a 5th grade reading level. HS2 has at times been a series of flatting characters into their most basic forms and I'm so tired of seeing this parroted by fans who take the most surface level shit and run with it without thinking a little deeper. I feel like I've gone over this before but making Rose into this sort of cold emotionless villain type is so uninspired while we're at it. We're creating problems for her when she had ten other things she could have been shitty for. The knew you'd forgive me line is especially egregious for some shallow anime villain type. I will say Rose is bad at communication I agree with those points, but that ignores the main issue. She's bad at talking about her feelings but she isn't bad at caring about Kanaya's. The idea that she would throw away or risk her relationship EVEN with the visions is kind of insane to me. Her fear of losing Kanaya would overweigh the trust in her powers. I think that Rose like a handful of other characters is just chronically misread and people are excited about an evil plotline but this is so half baked and the idea that she was always like this or this makes sense with her previous characterization is just actually insane to me. Look HS2 fans you can have your new Rose, but that's a different person I think we can all play nice under that assumption.

#homestuck #Rose Lalonde #HSBC #HS2 #upd8 #Kanaya Maryam #Jade Harley #The arc is both ooc and sucks ass there's nothing more to be said about it #Originally penned by a cuck happy loser and the fact that it's happening to our only endgame wlw ship?#Come on

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bluebellofbakerstreet · 11 days

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A-Z Sherlock Fan Fiction Tropes Bingo

Many thanks to @swissmissing for creating this bingo card! Because I'm like that, I decided to go for a blackout bingo! And because, even as I was typing these, I kept thinking of more wonderful fics that would fit the brief, I hope to fill in my bingo card again. Writers are amazing and deserve to be lauded, and I have left off so many amazing fics and authors. Besides, we all need fic recs. 💙

AU/Amnesia The Murder of Emory J Amat by chriscalledmesweetie. Sherlock and John in 1920's AgathaChristieLand. It's a WIP but is currently updating weekly. (52k, T)

BDSM/Bodyswap - Certain Skills by NoStraightLine. John expressly told Sherlock that if he stole his gun again he’d get the fucking he was asking for. Sherlock “Boundaries Are Boring” Holmes stole John’s gun. (3k, E)

Crossover/Crack - Repo Men by Anyawen. In which Mrs Turner's married ones are James Bond and Q. Q is kidnapped; everybody is a BAMF. (7k, G)

Domestic/Disability A Building of Bridges by pengke. Alternate first meeting. No one would ever send Sherlock in to defuse a stand-off; but on one unlikely day, that’s exactly what happened. “Congratulations, Lestrade,” he called out sarcastically. “You’re traumatizing a war veteran.” (11k, G)

Established Relationship/Enemies to Lovers - Interview by bluebellofbakerstreet. In which the boys are in an 80's punk band, and are being interviewed by Rolling Stone. (2k, G)

Future/Fluff 50. Be You - No one Else Can by KittenKin. John's had a bad day and Sherlock doesn't know how to help. They both feel better at the end, and you will, too. (1k, G)

Gen/Genderswap - The Art of Communication by stillwaters01. Lestrade is receiving odd texts from Sherlock; he reads between the lines and brings help. (2k, T)

Historical/Humor - Acceptable Behavior by bbcatemysoul. Sherlock isn't really sure why John wants to shag him, but he's certain that if he's careful to behave properly about it, John can be persuaded to keep doing it. (3k, M)

Illness/imprisonment - Radioactive Trees in a Red Forest by Maribor_Petrichor. Harrowing account of John's battle with mental health issues and addiction after - you know - everything. (280k, E)

Jealousy/Jilted - Hungry by LipstickDaddy. John can't figure out why Sherlock is being so nice to that new guy working with the yard. (7k, G)

Kids/Kink - The Alchemy of Sea Glass by reveling_in_mayhem. Salt and air and sand surrounded their little party of three. Crashing waves, gull cries, and the exhilarated exclamations of an excited three-year-old served as the soundtrack to a day filled with blue skies and bright sunshine. (22k, E)

Long/Love Triangle The Edinburgh Problem by snorklepie. “A nice holiday, just a bit more...murdery. ” John said drily. “Yes! The best kind of holiday!” Sherlock beamed. “So we won’t get bored!” (152k, E)

Magical Realism/Major Character Death Left by LifeonMars. John Watson is left-handed. He’s tried not to let it affect his life, but as any Lefty knows, that’s almost impossible. (45k, M)

NSFW/Next Gen. Warzone by abundantlyqueer. Three smutty stories that pick up where the first two episodes left off. (13k, E)

Omegaverse/Only One Bed - Scars Don't Lie by CumberCurlyGirl. The prospect of going undercover as husbands to a couples retreat is just too enticing to refuse. (33k, M)

Parenthood/Platonic The Man With the Cartier Frames by JRow. Sherlock's top priority is The Work, just as it's always been ... in between trips to Putney to help with Rosie, collecting Rosie from school, and preparing for Rosie's sleepover at Baker Street. (32k, T)

Queer/Quest Dance With Me by TotallySilverGirl. Sherlock's queer quest for johnlock requires dancing, and some help from Sally Donovan. (28k, E)

Retirement/Road Trip - The Winter Garden by Callie4180. As Sherlock nears the end of his career, he's given the gift of a cottage in Sussex. The honey from the beehives out back is amazing. Almost...magical. (31k, T)

Soulmates/Slow Burn Soul Mate by Mottlemoth. Mystrade. The words appeared on Mycroft's arm aged fourteen. He's now lived with the unfortunate words all his life, not certain that he even wishes to meet his soul mate if that's how the man talks. (4k, T)

Teen AU/Time Travel - The Curious Adventure of the Drs Watson by ShinySherlock. What if ACD Watson and BBC Watson switched places? (40k, M)

Undercover/Unrequited - Last Call at the Homesick Pub by Chryse. During the hiatus, Sherlock is both undercover and suffering from unrequited love. (3k, T)

Vampires/Villain POV - Nine Tenths of the Law by bendingsignpost. John knows what's his - of course he'll kill for it. (Modern vampire AU) (18k, M)

Whump/Werewolves When Your Belly’s in the Trench by Morgan_Stuart. The next time that door opens, John Watson will kill the person on the other side. (4k, T)

Xenomorphism/Xmas - Ghost Stories by SwissMiss. Sherlock's parents think he and John are a couple. They might be onto something. (22k, M)

Zombies/Zoomorphism - Aim for the Head by Breath4Soul. Sometimes you don't really find yourself until everything has ended.A fic about finding love, healing, and purpose after everything has gone to hell. Still a WIP, but worth it. (44k, M)

#fic recs #I reserve the right to interpret categories as I see fit #writers are amazing

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amazing-spiderling · 11 days

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For the character ask game, Scott Summers and/or Kurt Wagner, #7 & #12

7. What’s something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

Scott: People making jokes about Scott yelling "JEAAAAN :00000" all the time will never not be funny to me. IDK there's just something about people who end up marrying their high school sweethearts that's a little wacky. And as much as I enjoy ragging on the guy, I am glad that the fandom has come around and is appreciating his character development, especially from the last 20 years of comics.

Kurt: I've literally never met an X-Men/comics fan that doesn't like Kurt. Like he may not be their FAVORITE, but he's kinda the unproblematic fave of the fandom, so if you bring him up, the odds of people having something positive to say are pretty high. If anything, I think people are better about criticizing a bad writer or bad production decisions for any wonky characterization, rather than jumping to, "this is why this character sucks" like I've seen them do for other characters in comics.

12. What’s a headcanon you have for this character?

Scott: Wow, my feelings about Scott are kind of a jumble. I haven't read that many comics that focused on him specifically, so I feel like I'm drawing from all of the various media interpretations... I hesitate to make a claim about comics Scott because I'll say something like, "he writes a blog about baking" and someone is going to come in and be like, "X-Factor explicitly stated that he writes about gardening".

Okay, upon a little thought, I do have one. After he was resurrected following whatever the hell was going on between the Inhumans and Mutants in "Death of X", Scott felt REALLY BAD about what happened to my boy Alchemy, and we didn't see it, but offscreen he made sure that Tom was at the front of the line for Mutants to bring back to life on Krakoa. He yelled at Emma about it, too. (That last part probably was elaborated on, but I want to imagine that he was mad about that death in particular, since she used his voice/commanding personality so heavily and ended up getting Alchemy killed without a second thought.)

Kurt: I guess I'm not really sure if this is a headcanon or just like, a gut feeling- but... I don't see Kurt ever settling down, getting married, having kids. Which is kind of a wild thing to say because the man is HUSBAND MATERIAL THROUGH AND THROUGH and Marvel writers who get to take a swing at future versions of the X-Men love giving him a family... but he's always married to some rando who showed up in one (1) forgettable comic from 30 years ago that nobody remembers. It's sort of the problem of having chemistry with everyone, but then maybe not having a "spark" with one person in particular.

My use of the word "spark" here is intentional- as those familiar with his arc during the recent Krakoa era of X-Men comics might have picked up. Kurt creates the idea of a "spark" as a universal concept for Mutants of any/all faiths to embrace, a means to protect the sanctity and respect for the miracle of life. He was one of the few to recognize the need for Mutants to have something outside of themselves to pursue, and it came at no small cost to himself. In fact, he became something of an outsider, observing the community he loved, so that he could better serve them- and that I think is the crux of the issue. His "true love" is not another person, it's the preservation of a dream, and providing hope to all mutants. Even in the alternate world where he married Wanda and they had TJ, the couple lives apart from one another, each a part of their own respective teams because while they loved each other, they realized they could not focus on their duty when they were together. The mission still came first. I don't know that I mean he should join the conventional priesthood (if only because time has shown not enough comics writers are well versed enough in organized religion to write convincing and compelling comic stories about it) but his devotion to the Legionaries was close enough for me.

It's a bit of a double edged sword- I think it's something that makes his character unique, and I could turn this idea over and over in my head endlessly, but it comes at a bit of a cost from a meta perspective. I think part of the reason there's not as much fiction for the poor boy is because he doesn't have really solid canon ship fodder (NightWolves shippers have all my respect, mind you, but somehow it seems to draw a niche crowd?), so he tends to sit in the background like charming blue set dressing. It's okay though, we all still love him.

#scott summers #kurt wagner #nightcrawler #yes i have feelings about way/legion of x how could you tell

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dtkqer · 2 months

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wait why ranboo (idk much abt him)

ESSAY WARNING AHEAD do not fucking repost this shit anywhere holy fuck i will kill you!!!!!!! respect my boundaries :((

ok my thought process was somewhere along the lines of

rboo (kid wanting to blow up as a mcyter during summer 2020) getting attention through making fan content of dream smp (also trying to write themself into the lore) -> dream (kid who blew up as an mcyter before the pandemic hit, getting even more insane numbers) sees himself in rboo, adds him to the dream smp

-> path 1: parasocial stan delusion - ran is both viewer and cc, relatable to viewers in a down to earth way while gaining an insane amount of success very very fast -> heightened scrutiny to not fuck things up because his audience is full of normal people who care about social justice on paper (part of dreams influence in having a gender and race diverse (somewhat) audience) -> growing importance of boundaries (tm) -> fandom becomes insanely blue haired liberal and jumps on every mistake, demanding quick and GOOD apologies for both inane and serious shit -> fandom becomes volatile and creates disproportionate responses to everything -> they (rboo) become spineless -> this attitude and spinelessness leaks over to the whole of mcyt since most of dsmp shared an audience at that point -> feedback loop we see today (sidebar: growing media illiteracy combined with volatile reactions extend to lore shit on all ends and was absolutely compounded by their joining -> "sanctity" of the lore -> michael -> dsmp audiences split over the parasocial belief that character = content creator's thoughts beliefs and actions in real life instead of. acting)

-> path 2: control and queerness - branch off from blue haired liberal -> viewers have good intentions in wanting more rep in the cc space (queer and women, not so much race) -> marginalized communities cant afford to make mistakes as much as white men in the space -> disproportionate amount of criticism for both white men and marginalized ccs -> viewers attempting to take control of ccs due to ran blurring the line between viewer and cc during lockdown/most viewers' formative social years being taken from them -> not much education about queerness in the first place -> queerbaiting discourse and queer being a symbol of goodness -> people seemed to want dream to be straight and evil and ran to be gay/queer and good -> double standards when dream and ran come out because of dream's perceived power, status, and past growing up in conservative florida he had already been addressing, but ran gets a warm welcome because of bending to the audience more than dream has and past not holding as many mistakes meaning they could claim queer as an identity -> selective biphobia because if dream is queer hes a bad queer so everything he does is evil

-> return to main thread - brighton bastards formed, beeduo date and break up, everyone becomes bitter boots after lockdown ends and dream abandons his adopted bastard child he came to love that george originally gave birth to -> october and drexodus -> quackity resentment somewhere in there behind the scenes, dtkq breakup -> former audience split over lore comes back into -> qsmp shit -> dream and by extension dteam/munchy is evil except badboyhalo who supports dream but is still on qsmp because hes a lore andy -> schisms from the past continue to grow, new schism of q's side vs dream's side appears (secret third challenger of brighton floptopia) -> people air out their dirty laundry and snide comments -> november and december -> relative peace -> march-> karl gets hit by a car -> present day -> dnf sextape

i may be wrong for quite a bit of this but this is how i saw it . again this is a tumblr exclusive if you repost this anywhere even iwth my url cropped i will fucking kill you.

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minecraftbookshelf · 4 months

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LETS SAY IM OBSESSED WITH YOUR MARRIAGE OF STATE AU

Just a little.

Maybe....

I have questions to posture you about if you don't mind-

How does adoption work in most Empires?

Also, if Xornoth is overprotective of their brother, and Lizzie with Jimmy, if Scott and Jimmy ever decided to adopt a child, how overprotective and spoiled with that kid be?

Does Scott and Xornoth have wings?

Is there a group in Rivendell that doesn't like Xornoth as king, and maybe some tries to take them off the throne throughout the years?

How does Jimmy fair to being in the cold?

Is the Ender Dragon important in this world? And how so?

How long does Xornoth visit Joey?

Should Scott or Jimmy even be trusted with a child?

Hello! Welcome to the chaos! Grab a seat, grab a snack, and join the circle!

I love talking about this AU (If you hadn't picked up on it by now XD)

Adoption varies from empire to empire, for some it is very culturally central, such as in Mezalea, and in others it is much more rare simply due to either the nature or size of the population, such as the Overgrown or Rivendell. In some places its more informal, such as the Swamp and in others its much more formal, again, like Mezalea.

The concept of adoption varies wildly between cultures as well. In Mezalea it is very much a formal "you are now part of our family as if you were born into it" stance, while in the Swamp its more along the lines of "you lost your family, whether through fate or their own poor choices, so now you will go find a new family either in your relatives or your immediate community"

The very concept of family varies so of course adoption is also going to change from place to place.

If Scott and Jimmy ever adopt a child that child will be absolutely spoiled rotten from all directions. (also addressing the last question here, no, Scott or Jimmy should never be trusted with a child tbh.)

Scott and Xornoth do have wings I had a whole crisis about it on here somewhere because I didn't want them to bc it felt a bit like too much but the more i wrote and built the more obvious it became they would have to have them. So here we are.

There are multiple factions among the Rivendell population that are Not Xornoth Fans. There have been some attempted insurrections, though not recently. The only major one was resolved with Xornoth's marriage.

Well now that would be telling ;)

See previous statement. But also yes, the Ender Dragon is going to be very important.

Xornoth visits Joey semi-frequently, though Joey probably visits them more often. Especially early on when Xornoth was still trying to figure out what was happening and how it happened XD

#ask and it shall be answered #ep2nd #thankee for the ask!#marriage of state au #rain rambles #flower husbands #rivendell siblings #mos: asks #mos: worldbuilding #mos: mezalea #mos: the swamp #mos: flower husbands #mos: xornoth #mos: jornoth #mos: rivendell

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old-people-like-avatar · 3 months

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Netflix Avatar the Last Airbender -- S1E2: Warriors Review [spoilers]

THE GOODS

Sokka/Suki: I enjoyed their dynamic. Suki was magnetic. She communicated a lot just through the intensity of her gaze and fan movements.

Iroh: This episode, Paul Sun-Hyung Lee put in some formidable work fleshing out Iroh's character, between trying to guide Zuko, delivering lines of wisdom, and thirsting after sticky rice. More of this, please!

Aang/Katara splashing scene: I loved the scene with Katara splashing water at Aang and them splashing water at each other. This is what we needed in episode one: genuine connection through action. Not clunky dialogue.

THE I-APPRECIATED-WHAT-THEY-WERE-DOING-BUT-NOT-SURE-THEY-PULLED-IT-OFF

Aang/Kyoshi: I really liked that Kyoshi made an early appearance here and showed us the power of the avatar. The callback to "only justice will bring peace" was nice too. They introduced some non-canon lore about the past avatar inhabiting Aang's body at an avatar shrine, which was new and interesting. I appreciated what they were trying to do with fully realized Avatar Kyoshi telling Aang he mustn't continue to run away from his responsibilities. The problem is... they didn't really show him running away from his responsibilities enough for this one to hit home. In fact, Aang went to Kyoshi Island to find out more about being the avatar. And at the end of Episode 1, Aang committed verbally to being the person the world needed him to be. So the whole scene felt off to have an adult Kyoshi yelling at kid Aang to stop shirking his duties. This scene might have landed better if Aang running away in Episode 1 hadn't just been him going to "clear his head" for a little while: if he had truly run away to escape his responsibilities. They did put in a scene of Aang avoiding waterbending training--but that was attributed (fairly) to grief over losing Gyatso, not to shirking his duties.

THE BADS

Clunky dialogue continues: The lines where Aang was shown supposedly "connecting" with people at Kyoshi Island fell completely flat for me. As did some of Katara's lines. Kiawentiio is trying really hard, but I think it's the dialogue itself. Again, "but what would happen if you don't try?" Really? Come on. The clunky dialogue, accompanied by random swelling of melodramatic music in the background... not my favorite.

THE UNKNOWNS

Commander Zhao: They've introduced Zhao as a small-time but ambitious and conniving commander of a remote outpost. I am intrigued and want to see where it goes.

#avatar: the last airbender #atla #avatar the last airbender #netflix atla #netflix avatar #live action avatar #live action atla #natla

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I found this and immediately thought about your ocs….. would mind answering them someday? hope you don’t mind :33

https://www.tumblr.com/sapphire-stargazer/150875193320/the-ultimate-relationship-tag

Ultimate Relationship tag with Theo and Matthias

Disagreements:

1. Who is more likely to raise their voice?

Theo.

2. Who threatens to leave but never actually does?

Neither of them.

3. Who actually keeps their word and leaves?

…Theo.

4. Who trashes the house?

Neither of them.

5. Do either of them get physical?

Not with each other.

6. How often do they argue/disagree?

They disagree a lot, but it’s not often that disagreements turn into arguments. They bicker, if anything. Theo is kind of always at a defensive 100 and Matthias is at a steady 30… Matthias is very good at talking Theo down.

7. Who is the first to apologize?

Matthias.

Sex:

1. Who is on top?

Matthias, mostly.

2. Who is on the bottom?

Theo, mostly.

3. Who has the strangest desires?

Matthias… respectfully.

4. Any kinks?

Too many.

5. Who’s dominant in bed?

Matthias in their twenties, Theo as they age.

6. Is head ever in the equation?

Matthias is between those legs and on his knees daily.

7. If so, who is better at performing it?

Matthias for technique, but Theo likes deepthroating and choking on it, so… if that’s your thing then… :)

8. Ever had sex in public?

Yes 💕

9. Who moans the most?

Matthias early on in their relationship. Theo tries very hard to keep himself quiet.

10. Who leaves the most marks?

Theo.

11. Who screams the loudest?

Theo.

12. Who is the more experienced of the two?

Matthias.

13. Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’?

Theo thinks they fuck. Matthias thinks they become each other.

14. Rough or soft?

Rough.

15. How long do they usually last?

Multiple rounds. Matthias is a fan of control and delay…

16. Is protection used?

Always when they first start seeing each other, but down the line they’ll go without semi-regularly. It depends on Theo and whether or not he’s in a hurry. He has to have enough time for Matthias to clean him up properly afterwards.

17. Does it ever get boring?

I don’t think so. Matthias is a freak and they’re in love.

18. Where is the strangest place they’d have sex?

Matthias’s parents’ marital bed. No further questions.

Family:

1. Do your muses plan on having children/or have children?

No, both of them are firmly against having kids. But for the sake of not just skipping all these… let’s play pretend.

2. If so, how many children do your muses want/have?

In a world where they do want children… Theo would only want one but Matthias might want more. Two seems like a solid number. They’d only have one, though.

3. Who is the favorite parent?

It’d be Matthias. Kids really like him in general. It’s the way he talks to them.

4. Who is the authoritative parent?

Hm… I think Matthias. Matthias doesn’t believe in any sort of adult superiority over children—he guides, he doesn’t command. So there’s always going to be communication and an openness to his hypothetical parenting style. I think Theo would be almost too lenient in fear of being like his own parents. Better to just let Matthias take on that responsive caretaker role.

5. Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school?

Matthias.

6. Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around?

Both of them.

7. Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children?

Both of them.

8. Who goes to parent teacher interviews?

Both of them, but if Theo can’t make it because he’s busy then Matthias will be there himself.

9. Who changes the diapers?

Both of them.

10. Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby?

Matthias. Theo needs his sleep and Matthias would be awake anyway.

11. Who spends the most time with the children?

Matthias… he’d be a stay at home dad.

12. Who packs their lunch boxes?

Matthias.

13. Who gives their children ‘the talk’?

Matthias tries to go for it and Theo is like, “…I’m gonna stop you there.” Theo gives ‘the talk’ and keeps it PG.

14. Who cleans up after the kids?

Matthias.

15. Who worries the most?

Theo.

16. Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from?

Matthias. They’d copy after him while he’s talking to himself in Polish and would have no clue what he's saying... 😭 Theo would never swear in front of them.

Affection:

1. Who likes to cuddle?

They both do, but Theo craves physical reassurance more.

2. Who is the little spoon?

Theo. He likes to feel safe and held.

3. Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places?

Matthias, but to be fair… Theo is really into PDA as their relationship progresses. He encourages it.

4. Who struggles to keep their hands to themself?

When he gets more comfortable with his desires it’s Theo, for sure.

5. How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable?

They’re disgusting. Hours and hours. I think Theo would be the first to pull away, though.

6. Who gives the most kisses?

Matthias.

7. What is their favorite non-sexual activity?

Theo loves to play with Matthias’s fingers. Matthias loves bathing Theo.

8. Where is their favorite place to cuddle?

In bed.

9. Who is more likely to playfully grope the other?

When they’re further into their relationship, Matthias. He smacks at Theo’s ass all the time…

10. How often do they get time to themselves?

Depends on Theo’s schedule.

Sleeping:

1. Who snores?

Neither of them.

2. If both do, who snores the loudest?

3. Do they share a bed or sleep separately?

They share the bed, but they’re hardly ever asleep at the same time.

4. If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart?

Close together. Theo will curl into Matthias’s stomach and Matthias will sleep with his head in Theo’s lap.

5. Who talks in their sleep?

Theo.

6. What do they wear to bed?

Theo wears boxers and socks, sometimes topless if Matthias is there but most likely in a t-shirt or tank if not. If Matthias falls asleep incidentally then it’s just whatever he’s wearing for the day, but if he intentionally lays down for sleep he’s either nude or just in briefs.

7. Are either of your muses insomniacs?

Matthias 💕

8. Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside?

Theo uses them in the summer. Matthias uses them year-round but they don’t really work for him.

9. Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side?

All wrapped up.

10. Who wakes up with bed hair?

Theo’s hair gets crazy since he’s a side sleeper and tends to unconsciously nuzzle down into his bed. I imagine one side of his hair is almost always sticking up.

11. Who wakes up first?

Matthias… since he was already awake anyway.

12. Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other?

Matthias. He’s the one who does the cooking in their relationship. He likes to show off as much as he likes to take care of Theo.

13. What is their favorite sleeping position?

Theo likes when Matthias reads to him and lets him wrap his arms around his waist and press his forehand to Matthias’s hip. Matthias likes sleeping on top of Theo with Theo’s hands carding through his hair.

14. Who hogs the sheets?

Theo! He likes burrowing into bed whereas Matthias doesn’t like feeling smothered by fabric.

15. Do they set an alarm each night?

Theo has a lot of alarms on his phone for when he’s staying over at Matthias’s place but when he’s at his apartment he uses a clock he keeps by his bed.

16. Can a television be found in their bedroom?

No.

17. Who has nightmares?

Both of them. Theo doesn’t remember his, though. He doesn’t even realize he has them.

18. Who has ridiculous dreams?

Well… I guess Matthias’s could be a little ridiculous if you’re, uh. Unwell.

19. Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed?

Theo stays very contained while he sleeps and is often curled up into a ball, so it’s Matthias by default.

20. Who makes the bed?

Matthias. Theo doesn’t believe in making the bed and hasn’t done it since he left his parents’ house... he's a little chaotic and messy. Matthias on the other hand likes for things to be neat.

21. What time is bed time?

Lateee. Theo passes out in the A.M. and Matthias doesn’t sleep regularly.

22. Any routines/rituals before bed?

They brush and floss beside each other. Theo watches Matthias do his nighttime skincare routine. Matthias reads to Theo until he falls asleep or… uses other methods to help tire him out. Matthias hushes and hums to Theo when he starts having nightmares.

23. Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up?

Theo.

Work:

1. Who is the busiest?

Theo.

2. Who rakes in the highest income?

Matthias… on account of his dead daddy.

3. Are any of your muses unemployed?

Matthias 🥰

4. Who takes the most sick days?

Theo will force himself through anything, no matter how sick he is.

5. Who is more likely to turn up late to work?

Theo would never be late if he could help it.

6. Who sucks up to their boss?

Theo isn’t a suck-up exactly but he’s… fawn response. You get it.

7. What are their jobs?

Theo is studying to become an investment analyst at his father’s company.

8. Who stresses the most?

Theo by default but also he’s, uh, always stressed.

9. Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations?

Theo feels physically ill even thinking about it.

10. Are your muses financially stable?

Matthias is, but Theo is financially dependent on his parents. His parents are stable, but they use money against him.

Home:

(So many of these aren’t applicable because Matthias pays his staff to take care of these things… I'll just strike them out. I’m answering these for later in their relationship when they’re living together.)

1. Who does the washing?

Matthias will if he’s sent the staff away for alone time with Theo.

2. Who takes out the trash?

3. Who does the ironing?

4. Who does the cooking?

Matthias enjoys cooking for Theo personally. He wants to be the one to feed him.

5. Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying?

Neither of them. Theo’s taken care of his own meals since he was a child and Matthias is a very good cook.

6. Who is messier?

Theo, easily.

7. Who leaves the toilet roll empty?

Theo.

8. Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor?

Theo.

9. Who forgets to flush the toilet?

Neither of them unless Theo is intoxicated in some way.

10. Who is the prankster around the house?

Neither of them.

11. Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere?

Matthias is the only one who drives but he doesn’t lose things, like, ever… he has scary good memory.

12. Who mows the lawn?

13. Who answers the telephone?

Theo uses his cellphone. Matthias has one as well, and the landlines at his place(s) are normally answered by staff.

14. Who does the vacuuming?

15. Who does the groceries?

16. Who takes the longest to shower?

Theo, so long as he’s not in a hurry. He’ll be in there for forty minutes at a time just letting the hot water ease all the tension and soreness in his body.

17. Who spends the most time in the bathroom?

Matthias. He primps and preens. Turns this way and that. He’s vain.

Miscellaneous:

1. Is money a problem?

Not even close.

2. How many cars do they own?

Matthias owns two.

3. Do they own their home or do they rent?

Separately Matthias owns his own places and Theo rents his apartment (…his parents are paying that rent, to be clear).

4. Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside?

Coast.

5. Do they live in the city or in the country?

City.

6. Do they enjoy their surroundings?

Theo doesn’t think about that. Matthias likes where he’s at.

7. What’s their song?

If I’m the one picking it, then it’s Putting the Dog to Sleep by The Antlers.

If it’s their pick, then it’s Miroirs: III. Une barque sur l'océan composed by Maurice Ravel. Matthias occasionally plays it low to help Theo sleep. It takes Matthias a bit to notice it, but Theo doesn’t have nightmares as often if there’s soft music playing.

8. What do they do when they’re away from each other?

Theo attends classes, studies, sees his parents, goes to networking events, parties at clubs.

Matthias visits Imani, spars with Sehyuk, throws parties, bird watches, reads in his personal library.

9. Where did they first meet?

…Matthias’s home.

10. How did they first meet?

Spoilers 😁

11. Who spends the most money when out shopping?

Matthias.

12. Who’s more likely to flash their assets?

Not intentionally, but Matthias.

13. Who finds it amusing when the other trips over?

Theo. He likes when Matthias kind of breaks character.

14. Any mental issues?

15. Who’s terrified of bugs?

Neither of them.

16. Who kills the spiders around the house?

Theo kills them, Matthias pays them no mind.

17. Their favorite place?

They like being at Theo’s apartment together.

18. Who pays the bills?

Matthias pays.

19. Do they have any fears for their future?

Theo is all fear. Matthias doesn’t have a care in the world… he should, though.

20. Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner?

Matthias.

21. Who uses up all of the hot water?

Theo.

22. Who’s the tallest?

Matthias is 193cm and Theo is 173cm.

23. Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other?

Matthias.

24. Who wanders around in their underwear?

Matthias. COVER THEM UP 💥

25. Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio?

Theo with the help of alcohol. Matthias will sing along with him to make him smile wider.

26. What do they tease each other about?

Matthias teases Theo a lot but it’s mostly just during sex because he’s evil. Theo doesn’t really tease Matthias… it’s more like he’s a little mean.

27. Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times?

Neither of them. They like how they dress.

28. Do they have mutual friends?

Not at first. Theo does end up getting close to Imani after dating Matthias for a while.

29. Who crushed first?

Matthias.

30. Any alcohol or substance related problems?

Theo has substance abuse problems.

31. Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am?

Theo.

32. Who swears the most?

Theo, probably.

#river dipping #asks #anonymous #oc extras #theodore doe #matthias evanoff #a burning house to live in #echthroi #nsft #<- sort of #''and immediately thought about your ocs'' didn't even have to say more than this i was immediately willing to answer these for you 😭#spent yesterday night rewatching the passenger for the umpteenth time and wrote all these out :)<3 #i didn't give my usual detailed answers but if there's anything you want me to talk more about #just let me know and i can go a little more in depth with my response #i have so many asks to answer still……… i’m sorry 🧎

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0zeeraa0 · 7 months

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A little Fnaf Movie rant (don't kill me, I also want this movie to be good)

(this post is pretty big, i understand if you don't have the patience for it)

(if you see any typos: no, you did not.)

Am I the only one who thinks that the fnaf movie isn't gonna live up to the hype...? Like I don't think it's gonna be bad, but I doubt it's gonna be as spectacular as we hope it will be.

One of the reasons that I'm a bit worried is the little girl. Michael's sister. Like in the trailer she's shown wondering around the pizzaria, and than in a TAXI with GOLDEN FREDDY, like????? HUH???? I have a feeling that the movie is gonna make her befriend the animatronics and like prove to Mike and Vanessa that "they just misunderstood🥺" Which like... THEY ARE, but that would be a horrible way to go about that plot line. And I kinda feel like they shouldn't be intelligent enough, or self aware enough to make friends y'know?

Also Vanessa. This one's gonna be shorter. I hope to god they're not gonna have a romantic plot line between her and Michael. One thing I really like about the fnaf games (haven't read the books yet, sorry) that there's absolutely no romance. And I feel like it should stay that way.

Now the "horror". I KNOW that the original games didn't have any gore. And I'm not saying the movie has to have it. I just want it to be SCARY. Or creepy at the very least. The games didn't have gore, but they were still HORROR GAMES, y'know. They're 16+. I remember that the movie makers tweeted something like "we're not gonna hold back on the gore" or "I'm not sure if we can even show this". But... The movie is going to be 13+... So that was a fuckin lie. Because what the hell is a pg13 HORROR movie supposed to be??? Like IT 2017 is rated R, but theres a surprisingly little amount of actual gore. And despite the R rating, sooo many teens and preteens love the move. So who is the Fnaf movie's target audience with it's pg13 rating. The same kids who ONLY played/watched Security Breach? Be so FR.

I feel like (based on the trailers) that the movie is going to take a more comedic approach, wich wouldn't be a problem, but it seems that it's going to be more significant then the horror aspect.

You know how Stranger Things stared out in s1 as a mystery/horror, and by s4 it got derailed into... that. I'm just worried that the same will happen to fnaf... Like it ALMOST happened with SB, but that's a game. It's a lot harder to access, so it still mostly stayed within the fnaf community. Like, 'normal' allistic Jessica (this isn't an actual person, just an example) is a lot less likely to watch a SB gameplay, or more so, play the game. But she might watch the movie because it's popular. And I REALLY don't want Michael to get "Eddie Munson-ified", okay??? I don't want the thing that shaped my entire childhood to get the TikTok treatment.

Sorry this post got really out of hand by the end. I just had to get this out of myself, otherwise I just might explode.

If the movie turns out to be a Masterpiece of fiction, that makes all original fnaf fans weep at how absolutely perfect it is, than y'all can come back here and laugh at me in the comments all you want. I will admit that I was wrong, and I'll do so with pure happiness, for having my expectations subverted in a positive way

And if I'm right.... well.... I will not be happy about it, or proud. I will not say "I told you so". I will keep my mouth shut, and I'll wallow in my misery in silence. Mourning what it could've been.

(theres so much more that i could say about this movie that hasn't even come out yet, but i think this is more than enough)

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cloverstayy · 3 months

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𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽 𝙳𝙸𝙰𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴: 𝚜𝚔𝚣 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝗣𝗧. 𝟭

𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴;

The Open Dialogue Series is meant to spark conversation within the Stray Kids Fan Fiction community, not only between authors, but readers as well.

If you enjoyed or wish to add your perspective, 𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗚!

So, since becoming a Stray Kids fanfic author, as well as consuming plenty of it, there are quite a few canonical concepts I feel like I just need to get on my soapbox about. And let me preface this by saying that generally these beliefs are strengthened not only from the copious hours of observations of the boys I’ve done (and still do), but in the way certain things are said or how they’re phrased by each one, respectively.

I feel like fan fiction, by virtue, is the middle ground between fiction and non-fiction. And for “good” fan fiction to be a truly immersive experience (in most instances, anyways), there has to be some kind of basis in fact. And fact can be considered anything observed (generally more than once) like behaviors or mannerisms, things that are explicitly or implicitly said, how the boys interact with one another/Stay/staff, etc.

Now, that isn’t to say that a fanfic author can’t manipulate a few details or concepts because, after all, it is a fan fiction. However, when a plot line is developed around a factual/semi-factual basis (person or otherwise) to then immediately deviate in direct opposition to that fact, it makes the entire experience and general believability of the story to fall flat on its face.

Especially if the believability of the story is critical to the plot line itself—consider instances where “y/n” is utilized instead of an original female character, for example. The author presumably uses the function of “y/n” so the reader, whomever they are, can directly place themselves within that role (as is the entire purpose of utilizing that pronoun in the first place, realistically). In some instances, “y/n” is and can be self serving and of course it is, but it isn’t just that. It also serves the reader. And maintaining a reasonable level of believability helps the reader have a truly captivating experience.

Keep in mind, this isn’t necessarily true when the concept of alternate universes are being utilized and/or when an author has explicitly stated otherwise. There is a lot more freedom to manipulate many, or quite literally all, pieces of factual evidence for the sole purpose of telling a story. Its only when the story hasn’t been presented as an alternate universe that the (in the tags, author’s notes or prologue) point I’m making becomes even more valid.

I also want to mention that masculinity and femininity ≠ masculine and feminine energy. The two concepts are not the same thing and the amount of times I’ve either seen these concepts confused or straight up misused is unreal. Masculinity/Femininity are patriarchal societal constructs taught to us from a very young age—a woman’s place is in the home or a man needs to always hide his emotions are great examples of how these constructs can take a toxic turn and influence us negatively. Now, that is not to say that there are not healthy and realistic presentations of the masculine and feminine constructs; but those are not rooted in patriarchal tradition and have honestly, in my opinion, only really started to come to the forefront of society within the last 40-50 years.

Masculine and Feminine energy, on the other hand, are constructs of expression we are born with. Masculinity/Femininity are nurture, where as Masculine and Feminine energy are very much nature—if that makes sense. These forms of expression can be influenced by the societal ideas of what is or isn’t masculine or feminine, however, Masculine/Feminine energy is how we present to others—their perception of us in society.

Let’s take Changbin and Felix, for example. I would say that Changbin’s Masc./Fem. energy is a 60/40 split, where his Masculine energy presents 60% of the time and his feminine energy presents 40% of the time. However, he is primarily a masculine presenting individual. There is little to no androgyny when it comes to Changbin, however his relatively balanced energies allow for him to be that masculine presenting man who has moments where he can present with quite a feminine energy (for example, when he’s doing aegyo or being ‘mom’ to the group).

Felix, on the other hand, has a Masc./Fem. energy split closer to 70/30. Where 70% of the time, his energy reads feminine and the other 30%, it is masculine. When it comes to masculine/feminine presentation, its a neutral 50/50 split. Felix is exceedingly androgynous; capable of encapsulating a strong masculine or feminine presentation regardless of his energy split. Take Felix’s modeling as the example here: in some shoots, he is presented in more feminine apparel, but clearly exudes a strong masculine presentation, either in facial expression or stance/posture. Where as the opposite can be true when he is presented in more masculine apparel, his features can and do come across much softer and proverbially graceful, as it were.

That being said, for the purpose of this dialogue, I’m not referring to anything with any basis around alternate universe plot lines because I understand the flexibility with them and how those literary devices are meant to function.

And, truthfully, write whatever and however you want to write it! These are just my thoughts and opinions and by no means are these things a resolute requirement. Just keep in mind that there is a difference between writing something inspired by a real life person versus writing something using their likeness as inspiration.

If you want to write about Chan, completely disregarding any of his beliefs, mannerisms, quirks, behaviors, etc but write about him as the “Stray Kids Bang Chan” (and without it being an alternate universe plot line), just realize that there are going to be people who could find your presentation to be severely lacking or simply stated, wrong/incorrect. And at the end of the day, that may have an affect regarding their perception and relationship with your piece of work.

In any case, I’ll probably end up making this a series because there are too many canons to put into one post. But, here are just a few of my canonical beliefs and why I believe the way I do.

Let me know if you feel the same way I do! Alternatively, if you’ve got a different frame of reference than the one I presented, please share; I’m always open to hearing other perspectives! If there a canon that you believe with your whole chest and its one I didn’t happen to mention, share that, too! Send it to me and I’ll provide my point of view…for science.

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗜𝗦 𝗔 𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗧. Are there moments where he can have “bottom energy”? Sure. But “bottom energy” is not the same thing as being a submissive; they’re not synonymous. Understanding the difference is critical here and if you don’t understand the difference, either educate yourself or simply don’t write about it. I'll also mention that he can, and often time does, defer to his team. That's especially true when any kind of decision making occurs. Deferring is also not synonymous with being submissive in nature, either.

𝗪𝗛𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛? In various interviews, performances, and interactions, he has presented himself as someone with strong dominant qualities and behaviors. Things like being able to command an entire arena of people, his stubborn ways or in the ways he speaks about each of the boys only substantiate this fact.

Being a leader is not a skill he learned, but one he was born with and continues to perfect as he gets older. Leaders by virtue of being leaders are almost always dominant individuals; the role literally requires it. But notice how I didn’t say anything about dominance in terms of sexuality; I said energy. This was on purpose. However, don’t get me wrong, I do believe that he is also dominant in that capacity as well, but when we are talking about writing fan fiction, illustrating him with meek and timid personality traits just do not make any sense at all. And this is especially true when he’s used as the inspiration for a story and not just his likeness.

𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗠𝗜𝗡 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗜.𝗡. 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗢𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗦. There are so, so many fanfics that I’ve read where Seungmin and I.N. are presented as these inexperienced and sheltered little boys, which is so far from the truth. Or they're described in very submissive character roles, sometimes in embarassing or even degrading ones. Taking that route just always seems goofy to me, to be honest. First, they’re grown ass men. AKA big boys who've, I assure you, been around the figurative block a few times. Second, being the two youngest in the group does not equal sexual inexperience and/or ignorance. To consistently see them as virgins who’ve never seen a pair of tits, for example, is just silly.

𝗪𝗛𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛? If you’ve watched at least one SKZ Talker episode or seen at least one of their lives respectively, it’ll be pretty easy to understand my reasoning here. While they're not blatantly flirtatious by nature, they're also not always appropriate in what they say, for example. Not only that, but look at the Hyung Line. The four of them are going to be men whom they look up to and seek guidance from, especially in regards to things they may actually be inexperienced or ignorant about. So to tell me they’re “innocent and pure creatures” just makes no damn sense.

𝗙𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗫 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗦𝗨𝗕𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗩𝗘, 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗤𝗨𝗜𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 "𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗬 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟"/"𝗣𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗦𝗦"-𝗧𝗬𝗣𝗘 𝗠𝗘𝗡. Han and Felix are somewhat enigmatic (as are most Virgos and this is coming from a Virgo). However, I’m not going to utilize just astrological meanings and interpretation as a basis for my beliefs. However, I do feel as though—regarding all of them—their zodiacs and where they fall within their birth charts is something I could have a lot of fun dissecting. Regardless of that specific trait, just observing them not only in the group of 8, but also in interviews or where the lot of them are all interacting in some way shows how they often times fall back, listen and observe before adding in any of their thoughts/ideas/contributions. It is in their nature to be a bit more reserved before they speak. They are the observers of the group—as is Seungmin!

𝗪𝗛𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛? In most cases within society, men whom are quiet or more reserved while around others can come across as more timid or submissive in nature, when in reality, thats so far from the truth—especially in this instance.

The toxic masculinity constructs emphasize that men should be aggressive and stand their ground, but a lot of men are the opposite of that. Even more, the toxic feminine construct stresses that women should be 180º in the other direction; for a woman to be opinionated and passionate can come across as being "unladylike"—and for anecdotal evidence sake, I know this to be true because I've been told I'm "too aggressive" when I'm talking about something I'm particularly passionate about because my mannerisms and tone of voice are utilizing the more masculine energies I do possess.

Now, do I know with unyielding certainty any of what I’m saying is fact? Of course not. I’m simply going off of patterns in behavior, responses, observations of those and things they’ve said directly—or indirectly. Without having a personal conversation with each of them, everything I say is purely speculative and should be treated as such. But to assign them societal expectations of what we believe feminine energy to be, we also strip them of that masculine energy they already possess. And it makes it that much harder for others to recognize that energy when presented with it, especially in general terms unrelated to anything fan fiction related.

Of course, each of these topics are not exhaustive and I can talk about them at length. Not only because I find it fascinating, but creating a dialogue around my observations and the observations of others is what creates such a rich fanfic community-at least, in part!

But, do you agree? Disagree? I am very interested to hear what your perspective and thoughts are, as the whole point of making this post is to create an open dialogue not only between other fan fiction authors, but fans, too!

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lancerious · 5 months

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Blab about Lancer

Ah yes, always a grand idea :D!

I'm gonna try and keep what I say here reasonably fresh as I don't feel like repeating what I've said about the bounciest boi in the past, though if anyone wants me to repeat myself lemme know because I'll definitely do it hehe :>.

I just wanna gush about Rouxls Kaard in terms of Lancer for a bit, firstly because I haven't done this much to begin with, and secondly because I ABSOLUTELY ADORE THESE TWO. Rouxls I don't care how much you complain about Lancer it's obvious you care for the kid's well being and you SHOULD because said kid is a pure precious cinnamon roll who couldn't hurt a mosquito. Every time I see fanart depicting Rouxls as being a parental guardian of sorts for Lancer it makes me melt because it's so PRECIOUS, honestly keeping an eye on Lancer is one of the only things Rouxls Kaard is good--or at least decent--at. And you can't tell me the "Lesser Dad" nickname isn't adorable, if you don't find that adorable then you have issues. I don't know if I've ever brought up this "surrogate guardian" sort of thing going on between these characters but I am now! 10/10, both Rouxls Kaard & Lancer are too beloved for this world, 'nuff said. (<- I still prefer Spade King as an overall parent/guardian don't worry lol.)

Speaking of Spade King though, I really like the situation he & Lancer are currently in father/son relationship-wise. It is pretty depressing at the moment, but that's honestly what makes it work. I love seeing new family dynamics in Deltarune, something fresh y'know? It's an entirely different scenario with more recent characters. I know how beloved the Dreemurr family are in the UT/DR community, and they're amazing characters for sure, but I really prefer Spade King & Lancer's dynamic. It feels more REAL. The events themselves aren't that realistic ofc, but the emotions & reactions both sides have feel more reasonable. I'm not sure if this is even making sense and I'm going on a tangent anyway.

But yeah, back to Spade King & Lancer. I love how we're actively going to SEE both characters (hopefully) work out their differences and begin to mend that relationship. And we also will likely see how each side's current situation affects them, likely in more ways than one. Sure, both Lancer & Spade King are mostly hiding such things behind a facade, but you KNOW it's there. And THAT is what makes it so impactful. You know both characters are going through such inner turmoil, especially Lancer. His father literally hates the only friends he's ever had, and that puts poor ol' Lancer smack in the middle of everything. It's like that feeling you get when two close friends are fighting and you're the mutual third party, but multiplied SO many times. Honestly, I've said it before, and I will say it again; a breakdown of SOME sort HAS to happen to Lancer at some point. I doubt Spade King will have such a moment because Spade King, but he'll still feel it inwardly I'm sure. There is no feasible way a literal CHILD can carry on the burden of so much without crumbling under the pressure.

Which brings me to something that I admittedly have mentioned before, but I just have to bring it up again. Lancer has gone through SO MUCH for a child his age. It's doesn't matter what age you headcannon Lancer as: What he has and is currently going through are things NO child should experience, EVER. I'm not even talking about only the Spade King situation anymore, I'm talking about EVERYTHING. What makes all Lancer has been through that much worse is the fact of him being AWARE of it all. He's not oblivious, and he's not clueless either. He's ASTONISHINGLY observant, ESPECIALLY for his age. I would even argue Lancer is one of the most observant Deltarune characters so far, even if he never announces it. He certainly hints at it here and there, like when he told Kris, Susie, & Ralsei that the other Darkners aren't major fans of him.

This entire thing makes me think of a line Lancer said during his battle alongside Susie with Kris & Ralsei. The first time you, as the player, tell Ralsei to "give the final blow of kindness" to Lancer, Susie blocks it off so Lancer can't hear. And Lancer says he's "blissfully ignorant". Call me crazy, but I don't think that specific phrase was an accident. Of course, Deltarune is only a game after all, so it was Toby Fox who put that line in. But if we think about this through the perspective of Lancer himself, I see him stating what he WISHES he was. He WISHES he was "blissfully ignorant" from everything around him: knowing the fact of the other Darkners not liking him to dealing with an impossibly complex parenting situation and everything in between.

See, I think there's a very unique tragedy with Lancer. One that most characters Toby Fox has created haven't been able to replicate. Think of Asriel from Undertale for a minute. Asriel had loving PARENTS, plural, and he even got a sibling in the form of Chara for a time. Asriel's entire family was well-respected and loved by the other monsters, and for the longest time, Asriel didn't have a lot of burdens to bear. It was only at the short time leading up to & including his own DEATH, & what came after, where things started to go downhill. Asriel essentially had it all while he was alive, then lost it upon death.

And now, think of Lancer. I would say Lancer is the exact opposite of Asriel in this way. First, Lancer's family is a crumbled mess. He barely knows his mother--Queen--has a biological father in the form of Spade King, who was (and certainly is) likely not a perfect parent, and that really only leaves Rouxls Kaard as a somewhat decent parental guardian. Already, we see a major difference. And once we broaden our view and see both kingdoms with their citizens, well, Asriel and Lancer could not possibly be more opposite. There was not ONE Darkner Lancer felt appreciated by, save for those above him in power & position, which is really only Spade King (ignoring the other Kings when they ruled). The ONLY time Lancer felt genuine connection with others was the day Kris & Susie first appeared in the Dark World. That is IT. Generally, in terms of how his current life has been so far, Lancer's is far from ideal. Hence, Lancer & Asriel are opposites in this case.

I think I've run out of things to say as far as this post goes lol, and it's already preeetty long. Though, let's end this post on a high note! Lancer has actual friends now, friends who will stand by for whatever support he may need. Heck, if Kris, Ralsei, & Susie--especially Susie--were all willing to respect Lancer's wishes and attempt to resolve everything peacefully with Spade King in Chapter 1, who KNOWS what's to come in future chapters! I for one can't wait to see where Lancer's story goes :)!

Anyway have a random Lancer fanart image :>.

#WHEW this was long #i enjoyed doing it though! i love doing long posts like these #going over various characters and just spewing out random stuff is rly fun :)#ask #mutualio #needlessly long #deltarune

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nyasstars · 9 months

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songs of you ✰

“you're pulling me deeper and deeper, I try to get out but I can't stop.” synopsis. songs that remind me of different stray kids members. genre. fluff, some angst, comfort warnings. cheating, toxicity, cursing, intoxication, some jealousy, hanji is low-key a dick, reader is js a bad person in hanji's 😭, reader and jeongin need to work on their communication skills !! pairings : maknae line skz! x fem!reader wc. too many 😭 this is part 2 of “songs of you”, i’m not sure if they’re gonna be good but let’s find out together !!

han jisung - “girlfriend - heavy weight” (JS HEAR ME OUT)

now, you wish you had one of those fairytale romance stories about how you and Hanji got together. but it’s quite the opposite. you’d met Hanji at a sort of underground concert that he and his band were playing.

twas a Friday night and your best friend Nari invited, nay demanded you to come with her to her boyfriend's band's concert. at first, you were going to decline because you weren't one for concerts, however, you were bored and you had been wanting to meet the infamous Chan that your best friend had been dating. you went, against your boyfriend’s wishes, and you couldn’t lie, the music was great. but one particular guitarist caught your eye. you involuntarily eyed him the entire time they were performing and you could’ve sworn he was doing the same.

once their set ended, they stepped off of the stage and put away their instruments but instead of staying backstage, they came into the audience and began talking to a few fans. that’s when one of the rappers walked over to you and Nari as she beamed proudly. "you did so well, Channie" she pressed a kiss to his lips while he grinned. "also Chan, this is y/n, my best friend. y/n, this is my boyfriend Chan."

you smiled at him before putting your hand out for him to shake but instead he pulled you into a hug. "nice to meet you, y/n." he said, still looking at Nari with hearts in his eyes. just then a familiar face appears over Chan's shoulder against the dimmed lights of the venue, "oh hey Hannie. this is Han, our guitarist." he introduces. you felt a sudden lump appear in your throat as the guitarist made eye contact with you. he eyed you up and down as you licked your dry lips. Nari senses the tension between the two of you and intervenes, "I'm Nari, this is y/n." you awkwardly wave at the boy while a smirk played on his lips. he whispers to Chan before turning on his heel and walking away.

heat crept up to your face and butterflies began to swarm in your stomach. you leaned over to Nari who was still talking to Chan, "hey, I'm gonna go get some air." she looks at you concerned but you give her a reassuring smile, "okay, I'll come find you in a little bit." you nod before struggling to maneuver your way through the crowd to the doors. sighing deeply, you rub your arms in an attempt to soothe the goosebumps plastered on your skin. what had happened to you when han came over? suddenly you couldn't speak and you were flustered? you have a boyfriend.

while you were standing outside, Han came up to you and struck up a conversation. shockingly enough, he was actually capable of having a semi-normal conversation. sure, he flirted with you here and there but what was the harm in that? you still loved your boyfriend, of course. speaking of your boyfriend, you considered calling him to ask him to come retrieve you since Chan's band had finished performing and Nari didn't seem like she was in a rush to leave. when you brought this to Han's attention, he brushed you off, offering to drop you home. you were hesitant, considering you had just met him, but fatigue was slowly starting to take over you and you began to care less and less. texting Nari that Han was taking you home, you hadn't even waited for her response before getting in his car.

you settled into Han's car and once you began the drive, you fell into a long conversation. and that's how it all began. swapping phone numbers and social medias, Han quickly became a close friend of yours, not replacing Nari of course. the two of you hung out almost everyday; going to the movies on the weekend, hanging out while he wrote songs for his band, you'd just felt comfortable in his presence. you went to Han with relationship problems, when you felt sad, angry, and happy. at some point, you hadn't even realized when, you fell for Han. you still loved your boyfriend, it was just that the relationship had become too.. plain. he never took you on adventures anymore, all your dates were the same, and it was just overall boring. but with Han, everything felt.. new. fresh. he opened your eyes to things you never knew existed. so when you kissed him - or he kissed you? - you felt some sort of remorse but no guilt. you felt bad for your boyfriend, but it didn't hurt you. not the way you thought it would.

but little did you know, your boyfriend had caught on. he knew that you were hanging out with a guy all the time, so when he went on your phone and found Han's contact as the last person you texted, he wasted no time at all. so he called him. he wanted to know who had your time. your affection. your attention.

the phone rang. once. twice. and on the third ring, Han answered.

"hello?" han said, music playing softly in the background "ay, who is this? your number was on my girl's phone" your boyfriend said, already growing defensive. "who is your girl, man?" Han furrows his eyebrows "y/n. ay, don't play dumb, is you talking to her or what? tell me what it is" "oh, man. look, man, about that, right to air it out" han chuckles "I mean, what you trying to say? ay, just say it, man"

"your girlfriend wants to be my girlfriend. she be calling me telling me 'bout you. how you ain't hitting it like you 'posed to hit it. you slipping, I think it's time I slip in, dog"

your boyfriend goes silent on the other end of the call. han takes his silence as an opportunity to continue,

"now lately your baby's been my baby, sorta I've been on her and she been on me too. and it's all because of you. everyday I'm getting closer, and closer, dog. she calls me all the time and lets me know I'm on her mind. and I don't know what to say, but hey I'm sorry it had to turn out this way." han chuckles once more before hanging up, leaving your boyfriend on the other line with his mouth agape. han turns his attention back to you, who was lounging on the couch in his studio. "I think.. I have you all to myself now.." he smirks.

lee felix - "drunk texting - jhene aiko and chris brown"

it was the last night of their international tour. or so you thought. Felix had just gotten word that they were extending their tour. the members would only go back to the dorms for a day to prepare and set off the next morning. as much as Felix loved seeing STAY and performing, his heart ached at the thought of not being able to see you for a few more weeks. he was especially upset that when he left, the two of you had an argument. he wished that he could've gone back in time and apologized. told you he loved you before he left. rather than going to the airport angry.

a few of the members - the maknae line specifically - wanted to celebrate the tour going well so far. and for them, celebrations always meant alcohol. bottles on top of bottles of soju, champagne, and whatever other alcoholic drinks the hotel was willing to provide them. chan had strongly advised them against it, not because they weren't allowed to drink. but because he knew that they'd get hungover and not be able to wake up for the airport the next morning.

still, they assured him they'd be able to handle it - which they weren't, but they'd cross that bridge when they got there. however, the thing about Felix was that when he was drunk, he was so unpredictable. you never know what version of drunk Felix you'll get. maybe he'll be hyperactive and start sprinting down the hallways of the hotel, or maybe he'd curl up in his bed and mope about all the wrongdoings of life. it was like a game of drunk roulette and the other members loved it.

today, on this particular evening, mopey Felix was what they got. usually, they were able to handle this version of him. they'd simply make him go to sleep or make him watch movies to distract him. but tonight was different. Felix was already mopey and he was even more upset about not being able to see you. the members had already told him not to call you, as it would only upset him more to see your face or hear your voice. but, they never said anything about texting you..

so there he laid, on his hotel room bed under the sheets with one hand gripping his phone which softly illuminated his face and a bottle of.. to be honest, he wasn't sure what he was drinking but it was good so he didn't complain. the boisterous laughter of his members in the other room erupted through the walls. his hand was shaky as he clicked on your contact.

meanwhile, on the other side of the globe, you laid on your bed, watching a movie on your laptop when your phone buzzed beside you. without looking away from the laptop screen, you unlocked the phone, an array of messages from your boyfriend littering the screen.

felix 💛 : saidd I'm all up in my feelings. doubled up on thsi shot got me feelingng some typa way, told you I hate yxu I don't mean it

you : felix? are you okay?

felix 💛 : nnow my current situation. tryin not to tjink of you, not to breakk the rules. felix 💛 : why it always happen when I get thsi way? felix 💛 : jsut can't stop myself so baby tonigght im blowing up urr line. I got you on my mind felix 💛 : the truth is hard to find so ill be felix 💛 : drukn txeting felix💛 : drunkk textnig Felix 💛 : drunk texting ypu

his texts took you by surprise. it wasn't uncommon for him to get drunk or to text you when he was drunk, but you found it odd that he was texting you after your argument. as "sunshine and rainbows" as Felix was, he was stubborn. just like you. it got difficult at times but you both managed.

felix 💛 : intoixciated felix💛 : thwts when I thinkk of ypu the most felix💛 : dont wnna be without you, 'cause im on the liqquid courage felix💛 : hope thsi shit is worth it, 'cause if it aint then its all bad bad bad felix 💛 : so baby tonight, im blowinnn up ur line felix 💛: I got you on my mind felix💛 : so I'll be drunk texting drnuk texingt drunk texting you felix 💛 : i lovveee you baby and imm sorry felix💛 : they're extedning the tour, I won't get to see you felix 💛 : you're pulling me deeper and deeper, I try to get out but I can't stop felix💛 : i'mm so sad. I luv you 💟

kim seungmin - "hrs and hrs - muni long"

seungmin was one of the oddest people you'd ever met. which is why you fell for him almost instantly. when your brother, jeongin, introduced you to his best friend, you could've sworn there were hearts in your eyes. the man was beautiful. not only that, he had such a unique personality that contained a certain duality like none other. you'll admit, it hurt your feels when at first, seungmin practically ignored you. he refused to speak to you and would always shut down whenever the conversation went back to you. that was until he'd confessed with shaky hands and a bouquet of flowers. he admitted that he wasn't the best with words and was nervous around you because he was afraid that you'd think he was weird or annoying (which wasn't possible)

although, dating seungmin wasn't much different. he still wasn't the best with words or expressing his feelings. seungmin was unpredictable. sometimes, he'd go weeks without telling you he loved you and he'd usually bully you in an affectionate manner. to anyone else, the two of you would look more like rivals than a couple. other times, usually after a tour, he'd shower you with gifts and remind you he loved you every day of the week. despite it all, you knew he loved you, whether he reminded you or not.

today was one of those days. the days where he was affectionate. he walked into your shared apartment, his bottom lip jutted out in a pout. you greeted him from the couch as he released himself onto the couch; placing his head on your lap which was his signal for you to play with his hair. tangling your fingers in his hair, you asked him about his day, the members, their promotions, etcetera. when he turned the conversation back to you, you zone out while rambling about your job and friends. you glanced back down at him and caught him staring up at you with his notorious puppy dog eyes. "what're you thinking about?" you giggled.

"i could do this for hours, sit and talk to you for hours. I wanna give you your flowers, and some champagne showers. before you came into my life, I didn't like talking to people. I preferred to keep to myself or to the members."

your heart melted at his words, “when you do what you do, i’m empowered. you give me a superpower. together the world could be ours. you sit me up on the counter, instantly it’s thunder showers, storming for a couple hours. when we’re finished , take a shower.” you watch as his face breaks out into a blush as you reminisce but he quickly replaces it with a smug grin.

“usually don’t like nobody, and when i say nobody i mean nobody. all these girls full of shit, you’re just a friend once you don’t spoil them. felt like giving up on love. these girls almost made me quit..” his voice trails off before he continues speaking softly, “then i met you. when i met you, i knew this was it. i’d never been in love like this. a love like ours, i pray for it on my knees every night for some hours and hours and hours. you're pulling me deeper and deeper, I try to get out but I can't stop.”

you removed your hands from his hair and placed them on either side of his face, holding his cheeks as you looked into his eyes, “I could sit and talk to you for hours, sit and look at you for hours, makin' love to you for hours, layin' on your chest for hours, tellin' you jokes for hours. holdin' you close for hours and hours and hours.” he breaks out into a grin, his eyes somehow twinkling despite the closed curtains of your apartment.

“you’re so annoying.”

“i love you min”

he groans, huffing, “i love you too. sometimes”

yang jeongin - “vanish - giveon”

yang jeongin. there’s no one way to describe him. he has so many aspects, both good and bad. one of his more negative aspects was that he was just like you. usually people would be ecstatic to find somebody so similar to them, it was like dating yourself!

unfortunately, you dating yourself wasn’t the perfect blend. and that was evident in your relationship with jeongin. it wasn’t that he’s not a good boyfriend, he was one of the best on the market. he paid attention to your interests, cared for you, took you on countless dates, and spoiled you relentlessly. however, amongst sharing positive traits, you shared negative ones too. it turned out that jeongin was just as hot-headed and stubborn as you were when it came to arguments. and tonight's argument was the embodiment of just that.

of course, no couple wants to fight or argue. as natural as it is, it's just unruly and it brings unpleasantness to the relationship. however, the way you and jeongin argued was just.. not normal. because you both were stubborn and had way too much pride, it took time for one of you to be able to admit that you were wrong. but you both also knew you couldn't live without each other. was it toxic? yeah. but did you love the thrill of it? hell yeah. like a majority of your arguments, it began over something small. in all honesty, you'd already forgotten what it was, but it turned into a huge commotion. something was different about this argument though. maybe it was too much pent-up anger, or annoyance. maybe it was the fact that neither of you really knew how to communicate your feelings. you weren't sure. but this argument escalated way higher than it had to. so here you were, standing in the living room of your shared apartment.

"well, im sorry that everything isn't always fucking up to par for you." jeongin shouted, throwing his hands up in exasperation. that wasn't true. he knew it and you knew it. now he was simply throwing out words out of anger. "as if! I'm always putting up with your bullshit!" you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. that also wasn't true. you knew it and he knew it. another one of your shared bad traits? blaming. and not communicating. at some point in the argument, you realized you weren't even really mad at jeongin. you were mad at everyone else. coworkers, friends, family. if anything, you were mad at everyone but jeongin. but you couldn't admit that. not while you were this deep; your pride simply wouldn't let you.

"my bullshit? im sorry you're so conceited that you think you can do no wrong." he spat. at this point, the two of you were simply shouting pointless insults at each other. they weren't even actually true, they were just.. angry words. "god I hate you. sometimes I wish you'd just vanish." you regretted the words the moment they left your mouth. sometimes, you wanted the exact opposite. sometimes you wished that everyone else in the world would disappear and you'd be left with only jeongin. only then would you be truly happy. you scoffed once more, turning on your heel and walking into your shared bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind you.

because jeongin had as much pride as you, he refused to chase you. he decided that he'd simply wait for you to come out and talk to him. but that didn't happen. he lounged on the couch and waited. and waited. and waited. before he knew it, two and a half hours had passed. you showed no sign of coming out and he missed you. a lot. he huffed before walking over to the bedroom door. he knocked before speaking softly, "baby? are you awake?"

no response. he knocked once more, "hello?" through the door, he heard the loud clicking noise from your phone that indicated you were texting someone; so he knew you were awake. "will you come out? or at least unlock the door?" no response from you yet again. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for getting upset with you and I'm sorry for everything I said." he sighs as he sits on the floor besides the door. "you said you hate me and you wish I would vanish. okay, you love me, baby, I speak your language. sayin' things you don't mean to someone that means the world to you. you see what I mean?"

you slowly stand from the bed, listening intently to his voice through the door. even in the worst circumstances, his voice was the one thing that could soothe you. you lean against the door, listening to him babble on. "i say, I hate you, too, and I wish you would vanish. but, babe, I love you and I think you understand it. sayin' things I don't mean to the one that means the world to me. you see what I mean? sayin' things I don't mean, girl, you mean the world to me." when he silences himself, you open the door, poking your head out.

"I'm sorry. I can be a hypocrite, i got stuff to work on, you got stuff to work on. but, we're gonna, we're gonna make it work. I didn't mean any of what I said. I love you, innie." you whisper as tears begin to brim your eyes. clearly you both had a lot to work on, but you'd work on them together.

he smiles, showing off his dimples, "I love you more."

a/n : oh. my. gosh. you would not believe how long this took to write. this had way more words than it needed to 😭 Hanji's part took way too long but also I kinda love how it came out?? Felix's part intentionally had spelling errors, but I hope they were coherent enough!! idk, give me ur reviews !! laterrrrr

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