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dontaskmemybias · 1 year

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Plus One

Pairing: Non Idol!Lee Felix x afab reader

Request: No

Theme: Roommates to Lovers

Contains: Fluffiest fluff, cursing, suggestive themes.

Word Count: 4,798 words

Note: This is a work of fiction and does not portray any of the members irl. I might make a part two to this if y'all are interested!

PART TWO

When you moved into town you were DESPERATE for a new roommate, you asked everyone and it turns out that a friend of a friend of an old college roommate had someone he knew who was looking for a roommate. It felt like the universe was on your side when you heard the news and you almost cried from happiness, but there was a catch (of course there was) the roommate was a dude.

Now the thing is usually you wouldn't mind rooming with a guy, you've lived with quite a few and other than them leaving messes for you to clean up occasionally they had all been pretty decent. You were worried because you had never met this Felix guy before so you had absolutely no idea what to expect. But everyone who had met the guy swore up and down that he was a great guy, very respectful, and made killer brownies, so you decided to meet up with him in person to judge for yourself.

The day came that you were supposed to meet up with Felix at a local café and get to know him, see if you would get along. You decided that if he was going to live with you it didn't really matter what you looked like, so you popped on your favorite oversized hoodie and a pair of leggings and made your way to the café. When you got there you shot him a text to let him know where you were sitting after grabbing an iced coffee. After what felt like five seconds you heard someone clearing their throat.

"Y/N?"

You looked up to see who the crazy deep voice belonged to and almost jumped out of your seat when your eyes laid on the most gorgeous person you'd ever seen. He looked like a fae creature, his long blonde hair caressing his face, the freckles across his cheeks looked like beautiful constellations, and he was dressed in a button-up layered under a beige sweater-vest and perfectly fitted blue jeans. Your brain did a hard reset and you realized he had asked you a question.

"Oh, shit, sorry, yeah I'm Y/N, you must be Felix?"

He smiled and you swore he looked like a ray of sunshine come down to Earth, you had to stop yourself from staring as he let out a low chuckle.

"Yep that's me! Am I not what you expected? You look... kinda shocked to be honest." he lightly chuckled and ran his hand over the nape of his neck.

"Oh no! Sorry I didn't really have expectations, I just feel like I should've dressed nicer is all." you looked down and cringed at your outfit choice.

"Oh! No worries! I think you look great!" He flashed you a toothy smile and slid into the seat next to you. "So, what do you want to know? I'm pretty much an open book!"

~✨~

That was six months ago. Six very long months of living with the most gorgeous creature to ever walk the Earth. You had to tell yourself at least once a day to get your shit together and stop ogling your roommate whenever he did the smallest thing like stretch his arms up to reveal a sliver of his lower abdomen or bake you brownies when work had you stressed out.

Not to mention his habit of touching and cuddling you.

His friends had warned you when you first met them that Felix loved skinship and he would probably break down your personal bubble like he did to all of them. But NOTHING could have prepared you for the amount of physical affection this man gave you. It started small of course, testing the waters, knees touching on the sofa during your weekly movie nights, holding your hand when you went out so you didn't get separated, things like that. But over time knee touching became full on cuddle sessions on the couch while you watched your favorite movies. Holding your hand at the bar became a hand wrapped around your waist. Eventually Felix had come to you in the middle of the night because his insomnia was acting up and he couldn't sleep and you offered to let him cuddle you. Now you two spent almost every night in your bed together.

It was honestly really nice. You hadn't dated anyone in years and you desperately craved physical affection. Nobody would guess it by looking at you, but secretly, you were just as much of a cuddle bug as Felix was.

The only problem is with every lingering touch, every time he fell asleep in your arms, you fell harder for him.

This became abundantly clear last Tuesday when he came bouncing through the apartment like someone had just given him a puppy.

~✨~

"Y/N~ guess whaaaattttt!!"

"What's up 'Lix?"

"My work is throwing a huge end of year party and I GET TO BRING A PLUSSS OOONNEEEE!!" He looked positively giddy at the idea of bringing a plus one, but you didn't know why. Felix is also going through a romantic dryspell.

"Is that so? Who are you planning on asking? Some cute girl got your eye?" As soon as the words left your mouth you saw the tips of his ears go pink and he looked down at his feet. "Oh. My. God. Does 'Lixxie have a crush on someone?" You teased him, but deep inside you were devastated at the thought of Felix being with someone else.

"No, nothing like that..." Felix trailed off then his eyes met yours and your heart ached at the sight. His cheeks were now a bright pink and he looked so bashful.

"Oh I'm sorry for teasing 'Lixxie you know anyone would be lucky to have you!" You said it sincerely because you really did mean it. Anyone would be lucky to have Felix in their life.

"It's okay, I was actually excited because I wanted to see if you'd come with me..." He looked away and then his eyes met yours again, filled with panic. "I mean not like a date or anything you're justoneofmybestfrie-"

"Felix," you saw his panic and cut him off "no worries, I would love to go with you!" You gave him a big smile. "Plus I would love to meet all the coworkers you've told me about!"

He let out a sigh of relief and smiled back at you. "Okay awesome! Its next Friday at 7pm, the dress is cocktail attire. I know you don't have a ton of clothes like that so I was thinking maybe this weekend we could go shopping? I want to find something to wear as well!" He positively beamed at you. Felix LOVES shopping, but he hates to go alone so you know that he would be really bummed if you said no.

"Of course I'll come with you 'Lix, who else would be able to tell me if my dress looks good or not." You started giggling at the thought of bringing one of the other guys you hung out with dress shopping. "I mean I could always ask Hyunjin but you know how he is." Felix busted out laughing at that, no doubt remembering the time you tore your dress on a fence before going to the bar with the guys and Hyunjin complemented your 'grunge' look before you told him that you had ripped it on the way in.

"Okay so let's hit the mall on Saturday?"

"Sounds good to me!"

~✨~

That is what led to your current situation, going to what felt like 5 billion stores (actually three) and watching your incredibly attractive roommate try on suit after suit.

"Y/N what about this one?"

You looked up to see him clad in a gorgeous blue suit that seemed to fit him just right. You had to stop yourself from literally drooling on the department store floor when he twirled around for you.

"It looks incredible 'Lix, like it was made for you!"

"You've said that about like the last three suits I've tried on." he rolls his eyes and inspects himself in the mirror.

"Well I can't help that all of these fit perfectly on you!" you weren't lying, the last three suits literally looked like they were tailored specifically with him in mind.

"Y/N!" Felix looks over at you and takes your face in his hands, his face is so close you can feel his breath on your nose. "I've just had the most amazing idea."

You tried to hide your blushing face by putting your hands over his and covering more of your face. "What idea?" You ask, trying not to sound too out of breath.

"We should go get you a dress and when we find the perfect one we can come back and I'll get a suit to match you!" He jumps back raising his hands in the air beaming while waiting to hear your response.

The thought of you and Felix matching at this party made your heart flutter a bit, to anyone who didn't know you, you would look like a couple. That thought alone made you feel all sorts of things you should not feel about your roommate. But, despite that, you answered.

"I think that's a great idea 'Lix!"

The look on his face was one of pure joy when you agreed. He runs into the dressing room to switch back into his own clothes leaving behind a VERY flustered roommate.

You looked in the mirror and saw the red tinting your cheeks and hoped that by some miracle Felix didn't notice how flushed you got just from the idea of coordinating outfits (who blushes at that?) you put your cold hands on your cheeks to calm the redness down and waited for Felix to get out of the dressing room so you could go to the dress store next.

~✨~

If there's one thing on this Earth that you hate, it is trying on clothes. It is your personal hell. You hate the way nothing seems to fit, everything is itchy, the dressing rooms are always way too hot and make your face bright red, and the fluorescent lights make everything look that much worse. Your only saving grace today was Felix. Your ray of sunshine, always making sure to complement you but also give you actual feedback.

"No definitely not this one, you'll be way too uncomfortable with the sleeves all night." You smiled at how well he knows you, the sleeves were already bugging you and you knew that you would want to rip them off if you had to spend a whole night in this awful dress.

You had tried on like 50 dresses by now (actually 10) and none of them had the WOW factor, but luck would have it that #51 (11) was in fact the winner. It had a beautiful high neck with a patterned cut down the front to show off your 'assets', it was the perfect length, and it was covered in gorgeous silver glittery designs. This was the one, you were sure of it.

"Hey 'Lix?" you called out from the dressing room.

"What's up gorgeous?" You knew he was getting tired because he tended to call you things like 'beautiful' and 'gorgeous' when he got sleepy, which did not help your situation whatsoever, but it was quite cute.

"I found the dress, but I was thinking, I think it should be a surprise!"

"How are we supposed to match if I don't see the dress?"

"Well I could show you a bit of the fabric? Then you could go off of that?"

"Okay darling that sounds lovely." darling? That was a new one. Thankfully you had time for the massive blush that crept up your cheeks due to the new nickname to dissipate as you changed your clothes. Once you got out your cheeks were just a light pink.

Felix perked up as you walked out holding the dress behind your back and you went over to the checkout. After purchasing the dress you showed Felix a bit of the fabric from the bag and he started giggling. "I like that we are making this a surprise, I think it'll be fun!" And with that you both went to the men's section so Felix could find a matching suit.

Thankfully it didn't take too much time, he found a match almost right away and (of course) it fit him perfectly, or so he told you. He said since your outfit was a surprise, his should be too.

Clothes in hand you drove the two of you back home to get some much needed rest. As soon as you got through the door Felix shot you a devilish look and ran toward your bedroom and flopped down on your bed. You walked in, chuckling lightly, and asked him what he was doing.

"I think it is nap time and naps are always the best with a budddyyyyyy!" He held his arms out and made grabby hands at you. You burst out laughing and headed over to the bed. As soon as you were within his arms reach he pulled you down next to him and started spooning you.

"Y/N, you're my best friend, you know that?" He sleepily whispered to you. You felt your breath hitch at his small confession, but before you could respond you heard his breathing even out and he was asleep. You sighed and pulled the covers up over the two of you and decided that a nap with Felix wasn't the worst thing in the world. So you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep.

~✨~

All week Felix was so excited about his work party is was basically all he could talk about when the group went out for dinner on Wednesday.

"Y/N and I are matching but we haven't seen each other's outfits and I am soooooo excited to see the dress she picked!" He exclaimed to everyone.

"Dude, we know, it's all you've talked about in the group text since Saturday." Chan chucked at the freckled boy who was positively beaming.

"I'm happy for you guys, it sounds like it will be a really fun time!" Jisung chimed in, smiling back at Felix.

"Anyway, changing the subject. Y/N how's work going?" Seungmin looked over at you with a big smile. You smiled back at him.

"It's going pretty great, I think I'm really getting the hang of things." Everyone seemed to appreciate the change in topics as they all went around the table talking about work and the different things they were now in charge of.

Dinner went by quickly and before you knew it you were heading back home. You and Felix had only had a few glasses of wine with dinner but the buzz was definitely present on the ride home has you both giggled about everything and nothing at all.

When you got through the door Felix pulled you in for a big hug and started playing with your hair. "I really can't wait to see your dress, I'm sure it is going to look amazing." You pulled back a bit so you could see his face and he was still smiling, a light blush was present on his face but you were sure it was just the alcohol in his system.

"I'm so excited to see your outfit too 'Lix! But it is late, we should head to bed."

"Yours or mine?"

It was a harmless question given that you guys stay in each others beds all the time, but usually you go to sleep separately and then Felix will come get in bed with you when he can't sleep. Other than your nap session on Saturday you had never really laid down together ready for bed. Something about the shift in dynamic made your heart wrench a bit, you tried to hide it by smiling back at Felix.

"How about yours tonight?"

When you laid down your mind was racing a million miles per second. You never really slept in Felix's bed, he mostly came to yours. You didn't think about it when you answered him but now you realize that you fucked up. You are surrounded by the smell of Felix, its on his bedsheets, pillows, and, most importantly, on the boy curled up behind you latched on like a baby monkey. Felix's arms are around your whole body, one arm across your chest with his hand on your shoulder, and one across your stomach with his hand on your hip. His leg is even draped over your body so you are surrounded by him.

Looks like you aren't getting much sleep tonight.

~✨~

Sure enough you barley slept the night before and you wake up feeling awful. Normally when you sleep with Felix he wakes up before you and is either in the shower or cooking breakfast, but not this time. This time you woke up to find yourself still surrounded by the boy, but something feels different. You wiggled a little and your face turned bright red when you realized that Felix was not only still fast asleep but sporting a rather large erection that was pressed firmly to your backside.

You needed to remind yourself that with was a natural thing that men's bodies do in the morning and it had nothing to do with the fact that you were pressed against him in the night.

Fuck was it hot in the room or was it just you?

You tried to calm yourself down, but how could you with this beautiful man pressed against you like this? You decided maybe you should get up and act like nothing happened. Before you could get up you heard Felix grumble a bit and pull you in closer to himself.

Well there goes that plan.

You resigned yourself to waiting for Felix to wake up.

~✨~

After what felt like forever Felix finally started to wake up. You decided to save him from embarrassment at his current state you would act like you were asleep until he had released you from his hold. You closed your eyes and waited... and waited... and waited some more. Finally you felt Felix shift a bit and your heart almost stopped when he bent his head down and placed a soft kiss on your cheek before getting out of bed and heading to the shower.

You held your breath until he was out of the room and as soon as you heard the bathroom door shut your hand flew up to the place where he had kissed your cheek and you felt yourself smile at the sweet gesture. You giggled a bit until finally letting yourself get out of Felix's bed and walk into your own room to get ready for the day.

~✨~

It was finally Friday. The day you and Felix had been waiting for. You could barley contain your excitement at work and basically counted the seconds on the clock until it was (finally) time for you to go home. You drove as fast as safely possible and when you flung the door open to your apartment you found Felix waiting for you in the living room with a huge grin on his face.

"It's Friday." Felix simply stated, but you could tell he was as excited for tonight as you were.

"I am SO excited 'Lix! Let's blast some jams and start getting ready!" You beamed back at him and all but ran to your bedroom to get your speaker, Felix close behind you.

The two of you wanted to wait until you were completely ready to show off your outfits so you got ready in your room and he got ready in his with the speaker in the conjoined bathroom between the two of you. It took you both about an hour to get ready and you were shouting back and forth about various different things the whole time.

Finally you were ready. You looked stunning with your half-up hair and all the accessories you bought for the occasion. The dress fit you even better than you remembered. Hands down this was the hottest you'd ever looked in front of you roommate.

"Okay, I'm ready Lix, you ready?" You shouted full of excitement.

"Yeah! On the count of three!"

"One,"

"Two,"

"Three!"

You both opened the doors to your side of the bathroom and stopped, eyes wide on the beauty before you. It took a while for either of you to speak, just taking in the whole fit on the beautiful person in front of you. Finally Felix spoke.

"Wow... you look.... WOW!" He was beaming, completely awe stricken at your ensemble.

"Right back at you handsome." You took in the beautiful silver and black suit he now wore. The suit looked like it was made for Felix, the perfect blend of feminine with its silver floral patterning on the cuffs of the blazer and the ends of the slacks, and handsome with its sharp angles.

Felix held out his hand to you. "My lady, shall we?" You smiled at the gesture and took his hand. He put your entwined hands over your head and twirled you around, leaving you both in a fit of giggles. And with that you left to go to the party.

~✨~

Felix's work Does. Not. Fuck. Around. when it comes to parties. They had rented out a beautiful ballroom and had snacks, an open bar, as well as a rather large dance floor. You and Felix decided to start at the bar. As you were grabbing your drinks a strikingly beautiful woman came up and coldly stared you up and down before placing a hand on Felix's forearm.

"Hey 'Lixxie I'm so glad you made it!" You couldn't tell what Felix was thinking about this woman as he let out a small smile when she addressed him. "This must be the girlfriend you've been telling me about!" She gave you a cold smile devoid of genuine emotion as she spoke.

You felt your heart drop. Felix has a girlfriend? He never mentioned anyone to you. How could he even have time for a girlfriend when he was sleeping in your bed almost every night? What the fuck is going on??

Felix looked shaken at the statement for a brief second and before you could clarify that you were just his roommate he spoke.

"Yes, this is my girlfriend, Y/N."

You stared back at him with wide questioning eyes. What in the actual fuck is going on right now???

The woman looked you up and down again, chuckled to herself, then left muttering something under her breath that sounded like it rhymed with lanky witch.

As soon as she was out of earshot you grabbed Felix's arm and looked him in the eyes. "What the fuck was that?"

Felix shyly looked down and took a deep breath before explaining. "That was Megan, she works in the accounting department and she has been trying to get me to go out with her for months and when she wouldn't stop I panicked and said I had a girlfriend. She seemed to believe me at first but I never brought this girlfriend around and so she started to get suspicious. I'm sorry I brought you into this but it seemed like the perfect cover in the moment, but if it makes you uncomfortable I can call her back over and come clean." He looked back up at you and gave you a half-hearted smile.

Felix wanted to be your fake boyfriend for the night. In what world would you ever pass up that golden opportunity?

"No, It's okay 'Lix, we can fake date for the night to get her off your back. She seems like a royal bitch to me anyway and I wouldn't want to make you talk to her more than you already have to." He let out a sigh of relief and smiled at you, then stood up and wrapped his arms around you in a big hug.

"Thank you Y/N, you're a lifesaver." He pulled back a little and smiled at you as he reached up and pushed a hair out of your face. You looked into his eyes and smiled back.

"What are friends for?"

~✨~

The rest of the party flew by. Felix introduced you to all his coworkers as his girlfriend and they all congratulated you two and told you how cute it was that you two decided to wear matching outfits. You ate, drank, and had great conversations but after a while Felix seemed a bit on edge and you decided to see if he was okay before continuing to enjoy the party. You led him out to the balcony where you could only see one or two people sitting around, seemingly bored with the festivities inside.

"Hey, 'Lix, you seem... anxious? Are you doing alright?" You take his hands in yours and notice his shoulders immediately relax a bit.

"It's nothing love, just getting a bit tired is all." He had been calling you cute nicknames all night in front of his coworkers to keep up the guise of being together, but the fact that he called you love while it was just the two of you made your heart stutter momentarily. You chalked it up to the few drinks he had had throughout the night and decided to blow past it.

"Okay, well how about we dance to one song and then head out? The dance floor is too big and the DJ is too good to pass up one dance." You squeeze his hands softly to comfort him a bit and hopefully put his mind at ease. He looks up and softly smiles at you.

"Lead the way."

When you walk inside you guide Felix to the dance floor and start moving around, letting the beat take over your body. You see Felix smile at you as he begins to do the same. Pretty soon the two of you are jumping around laughing hysterically at how ridiculous you must look just jumping and moving your shoulders to the beat. When the song ends you get ready to head out before Felix takes hold of your hand. The beat changed and a slower melody filled the room.

"One more dance?" He sheepishly smiled at you. You walked toward him, placing your free hand on his waist and smiled back at him. "Anything for you 'Lix."

The two of you started with your hands together, free hands on each others waist. But as the song continued Felix slipped his hand from yours and put both of his hands on either side of your waist. Your arms came up and wrapped around his neck, your bodies now pressed into one another, looking into each others eyes. Felix rested his head on your shoulder and let out a sigh.

"I wish we could stay like this forever." He whispered into your ear.

"Me too." You whispered back.

Once the song was over Felix pulled his head back, hands still placed on your waist and smiled.

"Let's go home."

~✨~

The Uber back was quiet, your heart was beating out of your chest as you thought through the nights events. Felix had a hand on your knee and his head rested on your shoulder as you made your way back home. Once the Uber pulled up you said thank you to the driver and walked up to your apartment hand-in-hand with Felix.

After you stepped through the door Felix turned you to face him and he just looked into your eyes in silence for a moment until he softly spoke, barely a whisper.

"Can I kiss you?"

You were sure you were dreaming. There was no way this beautiful, incredibly kind, amazing man wanted to kiss you right now. As if he could tell what you were thinking he took a step towards you and brought his hand up to caress your cheek.

"You are the most beautiful person I have ever laid my eyes on and I've wanted to kiss you all night, well, I've wanted to kiss you a lot longer than that. So, may I kiss you, Y/N?"

"Yes." You whispered.

And with your consent Felix pulled your face to his and gently placed his lips on yours. It was a beautiful kiss, filled with all the emotions you had both been feeling for quite some time.

You pulled away to catch your breath and smiled at him. You thought back to Wednesday and a thought occurred to you. "It is late, we should head to bed."

"Yours or mine?"

#felix fluff #lee felix fluff #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #stray kids soft thoughts #stray kids soft hours #lee felix smut #felix smut #stray kids smut #skz smut

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poetry-protest-pornography · 7 months

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I've seen a lot of people hating on Ray, and it's honestly baffling to me.

As someone who has loved, and been loved by addicts -- someone who was raised by an addict -- it's honestly infuriating and painful to see so many people write Ray off as just a selfish drunk.

At first, it was clear that most people have never met or loved an addict. But it's become more and more about just straight up dehumanizing addicts, as though Ray's alcoholism makes him a bad person who doesn't deserve to be happy.

And like, fuck. If people can't see a character as sympathetic as Ray as a whole person, Ray, whose motivations and hurt are so clear and easy to understand, then what about the people in your lives who are addicts or otherwise struggling with mental illness? What do you think about strangers you might encounter who have fucked up their lives or relationships because of addiction? What about the addicts who aren't so easy to understand and want better for? What hope and care is there for them in your eyes?

Do they not deserve to recover and make amends with those they've hurt and be met with understanding -- not even necessarily forgiveness! Just acknowledgement of their struggle and their attempt to get and be better!

What about the addicts that never really make it out of their addiction? Do they not deserve basic compassion? Yes, even the ones who are mean in their inebriation. Even the ones that can't see or can't care about what they're doing to the people around them.

Ray is easy to understand, and he's easy to love, and some of y'all are holding him to standards the rest of the characters don't have to meet, and it is 100% because he chooses alcohol to cope with and avoid his pain. And I just think you should take a few to really think about why that is.

(it's interesting that Ray's friends and his dad all do this to some degree, this dismissing his worth because of his addiction and reducing him to an inconvenience. That they all dismiss his feelings and his ability to feel, and even tease him about his need to be loved. They all refuse to see when he's trying to be better and making progress, because they've all decided that he can't change, that he can't get sober, and that means they don't have to stop encouraging and enabling his drinking; they don't have to care about him.

Mew gets a pass for his drinking and drug use and assholishness, because they can blame Ray for it.

Sand has been the only person to see Ray as a whole person, and to love him anyway.

It isn't easy, loving someone so deep in their addiction. But Sand knows who Ray is, he sees Ray, and has let himself love him anyway. And some of y'all have decided this means Sand is being stupid, or that Ray has manipulated him into it, and this means they're terrible and toxic for each other.

It's interesting that some people find so little likeable about Ray in particular when the whole lot of them are such a mess.

They're all selfish and destructive in their own ways, but Ray is the one who gets talked about like he doesn't deserve to be happy or redeemed. Because people can't understand why an addict behaves like an addict, and doesn't just choose to stop.)

Anyways, this got away from me.

The way this show is portraying young people living with addiction is so real and accurate, and it's difficult and painful to see Ray and his addiction be treated like he is by the people in his life, and in discussions about him.

I sincerely hope that the people stuck on characterizing Ray as less than never know the pain of addiction, but I really really hope that any addicts in their lives/ who may come into their lives get better from them than they're giving this character who is so clearly good, who is trying, who is so easy to understand; because those people deserve better.

#this got rant-y and kind of messy oops #only friends the series #only friends #ofts ray #sandray #kind of

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bagelbeee · 14 days

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Is it too soon to declare my love for Lovely Runner?

Seriously.

Watching it just makes me happy, and with no following episodes, I'm stuck dealing with these feelings. So what other way than to put on my goggles and look closer right?

*cracks knuckles*

Alright, here's my love letter to Lovely Runner.

The band

I'm a sucker for amazing OSTs. I've been listening to their soundtrack nonstop because it just so good and it pairs with the youth and hopeful energy this drama gives off. They really convinced us that ECLIPSE is a well-known band. Man, I wish they'd release the full performances (I hope they did film it)!

And don't get me started with the vocals!

SEON-JAE'S ACTOR (Byeon Woo-seok) RECORDED THOSE SONGS HIMSELF. From his GQ Korea interview, it appeared that he's been diligently practicing and preparing for it! His preparation paid well, his singing was awesome. THE BAND WAS AWESOME.

I understand why Im Sol supported them.

Speaking of our heroine--Kim Hye-yoon portrayed her so well 🥹

From the first episode, I knew she'd be on fire! It's so fun to see her act in various ways (an old woman, a cringy teenager, a fan, a friend, a daughter/grand-daughter) It all just clicks when she's set her mind on it.

The characters they introduced so far were also lovely! They have substance and I can't wait to see how they grow as time passes. There's so much to say about everyone's dynamics, but I'll keep it to myself for now.

I know the elements of this drama are things I've seen before (time-slip, do-overs, idol-fan, mystery, plot-twist-A-liked-B-first-before-B-even-knew-A), but something about the way they played these card stuck with me.

Seon-jae and Sol's history was a surprise to me because I thought the drama was about present-Sol helping present-Seon-jae gain back his passion for music, acting, and life. I thought this was the FIRST time they've met. BUT I WAS WRONG. I'm so happy I was.

Seeing Seon-jae yearn for her without an ounce of selfishness shattered me. aND knowing Sol admired him without an ounce of entitlement turned me into a puddle.

Both of them cherished each other beyond self-interest.

Sol became a fan because he had encouraged her to live. She didn't fall for a pretty face nor a gentle voice. Seon-jae's words reached her not because he tried to maintain a good image, but because he intended for her to live on.

Speaking of, Seon-jae's crush bloomed when she shielded him with an umbrella and gifted him candies for doing his "job" (Remember this is Sol mistaking him for a deliveryman--she's too sweet!). He didn't like her for being a fan; he liked Sol for her kindness and character even before the timeslip.

And once Sol finally got the opportunity to get close to him, approaching Seon-jae was built on the idea of saving him, not to get together with him.

Aside from being a breath of fresh-air, think it's also hilarious because Seon-jae's mind is swimming with I-like-you-and-I've-been-trying-to-confess-to-you thoughts, and he's just trying win points and not to royally mess things up with Sol. He's just a sweet guy with a big crush on an equally sweet girl.

Man, there's so much development on the way! I haven't covered everything, but for now, I think their story will grow into a really awesome tale about love being self-transcending and enabling.

#lovely runner #kim hye yoon #byeon woo seok #solseon #they're just too SWEET #and the music is SO GOOD

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nkogneatho · 4 months

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In light of the recent ask: Toji is soft for you. No, he wouldn't leave you with the kid. Yes, he would marry you.

So my question is: what was his proposal like?

omg omg i love this question. i never want a marriage irl but if it's toji then i am ready hehe

look i like grand gestures. sure they are so lovely and lustrous. but as someone who understands emotion on another level, i think anything done or made by own hand and efforts, even the simplest, is true love. but toji always thought i liked a grand party. i did tbh whenever we went at our enemy's big event as spies or assassins, i was always struck by the decor and the money. toji didn't miss the sparkle and awe in my eyes.

it was sunday. it is also my relaxing day but toji had just sent a message saying we have work. i was working whole week. planning strategies was a hard job but i had nothing else to do plus i thought i'd buy myself those boots i have my eyes on with the money. he told me to dress nicely telling me it was another rich people's gala we need to attend.

two hours later when i reached the location he has sent me in, i was thinking if i was lost. he told me it was an open ground but i was in front of a planetarium. i was talking in call with him and he told me to go inside. i did. when i walked in, there was no receptionist or manager at the counter so i thought something serious had happened here. i balled up my long ass gown and ran down the theatre.

pitch black

well. atleast in the start. two seconds later there was a cosmos on all four side. the dome was a universe. well...led screen but it looked so beautiful, i was pulled by the euphoric feeling. there was a supernova in a corner and a nebula. i loved them so much. i love astronomy.

"you see that darling?" a raspy voice whispered from behind. "that's what you're made of. a star"

i turned around in confusion and opened my mouth to ask the million questions i had but he didn't let me.

"did you know all my life i thought stars were fake. the way people portray them in drawings, the way we see it twinkle. it's not a star. it's merely a ball of god knows what refracting on earth that we mistake it for shining."

"toji— what are you trying to say?"

"that i thought stars are fake...until i found one. found you. you actually fucking shine. you brighten up this mess of my life. your eyes they...they twinkle whenever you get excited."

"what did you drink?? i still don't know where's this conversation go—wha—" i saw him goin on one knee.

"i know i am not the greatest person or even the best you could do. but you're the first person to make my heart beat so fast, it feels like it might explode. you're the only person who has managed to make me do my own laundry. you're my entire fucking universe, forget world. my existence only matters if i am by your side. i don't ever wanna wake up without you next to me ever again. so pasi...will you wake up next to me as my wife for the rest of our lives??"

at this point i have snot running down my nose because what the heck WHERE DID HE LEARN THISE ROMANTIC WORDS??

"only if you promise to let me sleep on the left side," i chuckle while i am crying. "i love you so much. make me yours, toji" he slid the ring hehe and happy ending

(next day the bill arrived and the planetarium thing cost a lot😭😭 but he managed it)

#WOW THIS BECAME A FIC EHAT THE HECK???#desi♡#soulmoots.°•♡#°🖇᭡ “ tojisi ”

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multicolour-ink · 1 year

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All your headcanons of the Bros as babies has made me crave content of them at all ages growing up. Being each other’s wingman when the other develops a crush. Bullies quickly learning they better not mess with Luigi or else they have Mario to deal with and they do NOT want that

Ah thank you 😊 I'm happy you like my headcanons; I gushed a lot when writing them and I know some people find that stuff strange...but I get fascinated when media portrays such a deep, beautiful, and healthy bond between characters. Especially one that is established to have developed from when they were so young...

It is a shame that we don't see them as kids, or even teens in the movie. Maybe Nintendo just didn't want to go that far yet they were still happy for Illumination to create an entire family for them... but it would've been nice to see more of Mario defending Luigi throughout their whole lives, not just as a baby and then an adult. Sorry, but in my opinion, it just adds more weight to the relationship when you see them in all stages of life.

But yes, Mario would of course get into fights with bullies picking on Luigi. More than often getting a black eye or bruised ribs. The number of times Luigi had to clean Mario's wounds, crying over how he's useless and can't even defend himself, let alone his big brother. And Mario wiping his brother's tears away and saying (with such sincerity) that he would take a hit for Luigi, because he wants to keep his little bro safe no matter what. They may be the same age, but Mario can't stand to sit by and let him get hurt or sad. That's been the vow he made since they came out the womb.

And yes, they would totally be each other's wingmen once they got old enough for dating 😉 Luigi less so, as Mario would've been a little more confident. I certainly don't see him as smooth as Danny Zuko; he would certainly need a bit of a nudge. But once he does, he asks them out straight away.

Luigi, even with all the nudging from Mario, would take about a week or two to even ask anyone out on a date. And then when Luigi eventually does, he sidles up to them shyly, places a bouquet of flowers in their hands, then blurts out "Will you go out with me?!"

Then he's halfway across the sports court before anyone else can process what he just said.

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Oh! You mentioning Mario and Luigi being each other's wingmen also reminded me of this scene (one of my favourites) from the 1993 movie, when Mario helps Luigi ask Daisy out.

For context: Daisy is the princess in this movie, not Peach. And she was born in another world, but raised on Earth and became an archaeologist.

When they first meet her, and Luigi is goofing up his intro, Mario makes his hilarious reaction

And then when Luigi clearly isn't getting any further, Mario steps in

"What my brother is trying to say, is that he doesn't know what to say!"

Even though the brothers are different ages in this movie (with Mario being more the father figure) I can totally see 2023 Mario doing this! In fact I may attempt to do this as a redraw someday 👀

Then after they drop her back at the dig site, Mario feeds Luigi words to tell Daisy, so the latter can ask her out to dinner.

After they part ways with her, Mario and Luigi have this funny exchange (again, another moment I can totally see the 2023 Mario and Luigi having!)

"What would you do without your big brother?"

"I'd like to give it a shot and find out..."

"Ah come on!"

"I was just about to ask her that!"

"You weren't about to ask her nothing, you was gonna let her go!"

- - -

No matter in what universe - big bro Mario is always the wingman!

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malarkgirlypop · 7 months

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MEDIC! - 5th Part (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

Hello again. Well I thought to end the birthday weekend with a bang I will post another chapter. Now this chapter is very sappy in some places just giving fair warning! If anyone also wants to listen to some music while they read I have a few recommendations. I will put in bold where to start listening to a certain song, I was listening to it when I wrote it and I was a mess. I do have to give a trigger warning so I will down below. Anyway I hope you enjoy, thank you for all the love it makes me so happy. I have never posted my writing anywhere so for it to be met with such praise is really amazing. I have more to come so don't you worry! As always this is based off the HBO series and the actors who portray these characters, no disrespect to the WW2 men!

Bold in the story start listening to Killer + The Sound by Phoebe Bridgers. Also another really sad song that is good for the mood is epiphany by Taylor Swift.

Trigger warning: Sexual assault, death, violence. (I think that is all sorry if I missed any)

Snow crunches under my feet as I walk. I tread carefully, not being able to see very far in front of me due to the heavy fog that lays in the trees. In this position in the forest we are basically on top of the Germans so it is easy if you walk too far to go over enemy lines and fall upon an infantry of soldiers. I wrap my jacket around my body as heat escapes me, I search the ground trying to find a good place to go to the toilet. The forest is eerily quiet apart from the sounds of distant gunshots and explosions. There are no other signs of life, no birds in the trees, insects, or small animals that normally reside in the forest. We seem to have cleared them all out, unlike us, they know better to stay here and have found shelter somewhere else. I keep my eyes vigilant scanning the forest as I walk, turning to look behind me like a paranoid girl walking home in the dark. I continue through the snow scouting for the best spot, I pause looking up at a lifeless figure lying in the snow. My heart stops. He is definitely not an American soldier, my eyes frantically scan as I am a deer in headlights. My eyes wander over more bodies, they lie still with a light coating of white resting on their skin. Is it bad that my heart relaxes knowing that all of them are dead and I get to live another day. I stumble back from the scene in front of me, making my way back to camp. I walk for a bit before finding three men, my heart leaps in fright, “Flash.” I call to them unable to see their uniforms in the dense fog. “Thunder.” The men reply. I make my way over to them. “Hey, just to let you know just up ahead there is an infantry of German soldiers, fortunately they are all dead.” I say walking past them.

“Emily, isn’t it?” One of the men turns to me, I don’t recognise him, I don’t think he is from Easy company.

“Yes?” I say, I guess he knows me. I mean there wouldn’t be many other female medics in the company and gossip does spread like wildfire around here.

A sinister grin forms on the man’s lips as the two behind me stare with cold eyes. I give a small smile, making my way past the men, my gut clenching not being comfortable in this situation. In a blur I am flung back, the man seems to have captured my mouth with a cloth yanking me back by my head. My legs fly out from beneath me from the shift in gravity. I plummet to the ground landing on my back the air from my lungs being knocked out of me. The men work in quick motions, the one with the gag tying it around my mouth while the others flip me over hog tying my limbs. I writhe on the ground, the gag muffling my protesting screams. They talk to each other quietly as they flip me onto my back.

“Shhh.” One of them whispers in my face. His nose pressed to my cheek. Tears well in my eyes, I can’t move away from the man’s breath fanning on my face. His hands come up cupping my face, he presses wet kisses to my cheeks trailing down my neck. My stomach lurches, threatening to bring up my lunch. I choke back tears, trying to squirm away from his hold. The other men take this opportunity to grab at my clothes, their filthy hands making their way under my clothes, groping and grabbing at my skin. The man kissing me rips my top open exposing my t-shirt underneath. Before they can go any further rapid gunfire echoes around the woods the gun sounds close. There is a pause before the shooting goes again this time hitting trees around us, the men duck waiting for the break in rounds. When it stops they get to their feet hastily darting out of sight running back in the direction of camp. I wriggle trying to free myself from the knots around my limbs, but the more I struggle the tighter they become. I don’t call out terrified I will be found by German soldiers. The cold nips at my torso as the men left me uncovered only in my t-shirt. Time passes as I try to figure out how the hell to free myself from the ropes. I am stuck on my side, lying in the cold snow. My teeth chatter into the gag, as I try everything to free myself from the binds. After a while I stop shivering, my eyes grow tired begging me to let them close and slip away into a never ending slumber. I can tell I am in the later stages of hypothermia. My body doesn’t ache anymore, the cold making its way through my bones till my whole body is numb. Maybe if I fall asleep here I will wake back up in my own timeline where I left. After all this time being out here I finally give up, letting my eyes close ready for the most peaceful sleep I have had in a while now. I hear the crunch of boots in snow, I don’t open my eyes or call attention to myself. I'm too tired. The crunch comes closer.

“Jesus. Fucking. Christ!” I hear in the distance. Hands land on my body, I crack my eyes open only seeing a blurry figure hovering above me.

“Emily?” I hear the man say, he gently shakes me but I can’t get my eyes to open. A hand taps my face and I crack my eyes open slightly. I feel the gag being untied from the back of my head. I’m grateful to be able to breathe properly as I suck in a gulp of air.

“OMG you’re alive.” The voice is familiar but my brain is too foggy to connect the voice to the man. My weight is shifted, my head lolls back as the ground leaves from behind me. I keep my eyes closed, the tightness around my limb loosens. I am gathered into the man's arms. I feel him stand, pressing me to his chest. I hear the rapid footfall of the man as we run through the forest. I open my eyes slightly, seeing a blurry man looking concerned. I focus my eyes on the canopy above us watching the green against the white sky. What a beautiful sight to see, the contrast of the almost black green against the pure white. I close my eyes again.

“MEDIC, MEDIC!” I hear the man yell his calls rumbling through his chest into me.

“Jesus Christ, who is that?” Someone else says.

“It’s Emily! I found her fucking hog tied and half stripped near enemy lines.” He pants. Other hands land on my body, my eyelids being pulled open, two heads hover above me as a light shines in my eye. Hands land on my body doing a secondary survey to find other injuries.

“She has some bruising on her torso but other than that no other injuries. But she is hypothermic. We have to get her warm, give her to me.” I hear the other man say. The grip of the man holding me tightens.

“No, she’s staying with me.” They squeeze me into them.

“Ok, well she has to get warm.” The other man agrees.

“Are we not taking her to the hospital?” The man holding me asks.

“No, we might lose her if we take her. We need to get her warm immediately. Follow me.” I feel us moving again as we follow the medic. We march forward, sounds of gunshots ring out, the man drops us to the floor, my head snaps back from the sudden movement.

“Jesus Malarkey be careful, we don’t need her with a concussion as well as hypothermia.” Scolds the medic. We soon move forward again after the coast is clear.

“Captain Winters, Sir. We need to use your foxhole.” The medic says.

“Why what’s going on? Who is that?” Asks the Captain.

“It’s Emily Sir. I found her tied up by enemy lines, her clothes were ripped off of her.” Malarkey interjects.

“She’s severely hypothermic Sir, we may lose her if we don’t act fast.” The other voice says.

“Get her in the foxhole, I will get some blankets.” The Captain commands. I hear the sound of shuffling.

“Here pass her to me, and then you get in.” The medic says, I feel my body being moved from one person to another, I am lowered down into a hole. I feel myself being set on the hard floor. The sound of someone landing sounds next to me. I am again passed to a set of arms.

“Take off your jacket, put it over you two. The fastest way we are going to get her warm is with our own body heat.” There is movement behind me, soon after I am pressed against a warm chest as a jacket is laid over my torso. I feel his legs on either side of mine, my face pressed into the crook of his neck. He swivels my body so my legs are draped over one of his legs, he presses me as closely as he can to himself.

“It’s ok. It’s ok, you’re going to be ok.” He coos I’m unsure if it’s to make me or him feel better. His hand runs down my hair in a gentle manner, like putting a child to sleep. More movement sounds from above us. I want to open my eyes and look at who is holding me, to gather my bearings but my body is so slow and tired it doesn’t have the energy to do the simple task. It’s like I have sleep paralysis, I am lucid hearing everything around me just unable to move. My body is only keeping my heart pumping and nothing else, trying to conserve the little energy it has left.

“Blankets Malarkey.” I hear a familiar voice from above us. I feel the weight of the blankets being placed on us.

“Who did this Don?” I hear Winters asks.

“I don’t know Sir. She was so close to enemy lines the Krauts could’ve done it.” Malarkey suspects.

I hear footsteps coming down to our level. “Gene, she's freezing.” Malarkey says concerned.

“We are going to have to switch between the men, have them come back to warm her up. If you sit with her too long you might also become too cold. We will do hour stints. I will send someone back from the line to take over for you.” Gene says he also seems concerned. I feel fingers taking my pulse on my wrist.

“Her pulse is slow and faint.” Gene says anxious. “Her breathing is also very shallow. Keep her airway open, also talk to her, you don’t know if she can hear us or not, we don’t want her to panic, it could make her situation worse.” Gene instructs. “I have to get back to the front. I will send someone back in an hour.” I hear Gene leave. Malarkey gently rocks us back and forward; his breathing is more frantic than normal.

“Emmy, you’ll be ok.” He hums in my ear. “How about I tell you a story?” He asks even though I can’t reply. “Do you know I was a volunteer firefighter? I was a firefighter when there was a huge fire in the Tillamook forest, I don’t know if you heard about it or not?” His gentle voice tells me stories for the hour. Footsteps sound from above us, I have been in and out of consciousness with Malarkey, becoming ludic through his stories he told then falling back into darkness.

“God, so it is true.” I hear from above us. Malarkey jerks. I think he had fallen asleep while holding me.

“Is she any better?” The man above us asks.

“No, she is still freezing and she hasn’t woken either.” Malarkey replies. “Introduce yourself to her and talk to her in case it helps her come around.” Malarkey instructs Gene’s requests to the new man.

“I know Doc gave me the rundown, it’s all anyone is talking about on the front. They almost rioted you know. The men all wanted to come back to be with her.” I hear his voice come closer as he lands in the foxhole. I am shifted as Malarkey moves from behind me, I am slowly lowered into a new body.

“Hey Em. It’s Lieb.” He says from behind me. He makes himself comfortable sitting me between his legs. He has my back pressed to his chest, my head resting on his shoulder, he wraps his arms around my front pulling up the blankets to my chin.

“What happened Em, you said you were just going to the toilet? Who found you? I knew I should’ve come with you. What do they say about the buddy system? Stick to it, that's what they say, god I never should’ve let you go.” Lieb mutters in annoyance, but he couldn’t have known what was going to happen. His fingers trail small circles on my arms.

“God Em you’re freezing!” He pulls me tighter to him trying to trap the heat between us.

“When I get my hands on whoever did this Em. They are going to wish they were never born.” Lieb fumes. “But you gotta come back to us, ok, you can’t leave us. What are we going to do without you? I don’t mean to sound sappy but you bring so much joy Em. If you don’t make it through this, I don’t think we can carry on.” Lieb leans his head into my shoulder, almost begging me to stay. But I feel this string pulling me, telling me to just fall into the darkness, to just fade slowly.

“Please Emmy. I don’t beg, you know I don’t! But you gotta fight this, it may seem easy to leave but stay, stay for us.” Lieb mumbles into my shoulder. After a while he begins to talk again telling me about his family, about his job he used to do as a barber. Again like with Malarkey I fade in and out of consciousness. I become lucid when my body is being moved once more. A big figure sits behind me, I know these arms. Bull curls me into his lap, unlike with Lieb he faces me towards him, tucking my head under his chin. Our chests are pressed together like the signature bear hug he is known for.

“Oh Darlin’ you’re breaking my heart.” He whispers, stroking strands of hair off of my face. “I hate seeing you like this.” He mumbles, sounding close to tears. I hear footsteps approaching.

“How is she Bull?” Winters asks.

“Sir she is still cold, when is Gene coming to check on her next?” Bull’s voice rumbles in his chest as he speaks to the Captain.

“He’s coming!” Winters replies. “Who’s next after you?”

“I’m not sure Sir, Gene is just picking people at random. But the men are keeping time of the stints, so most are volunteering to come back to be here when they know the hour is almost up.” Bull replies. “I think Toye and Bill said they would come back if needed, same with Babe and Luz and a few of the other men as well.”

“How is she?” A new voice sounds from above, it’s Nixon he sounds tired and stressed.

“I don’t think she’s any better.” Bull says worried. “She hasn’t moved a muscle, I don’t think I have even seen her open her eyes.” Bull’s warm breath tickles my neck as he speaks.

“We should start a fire that will warm her up.” Nixon says.

“No Nix, that's how we will get her blown to bits, we don’t need to give away our position.” Winters dismisses Nixon’s idea.

“Gene!” I hear Nixon call. Feet land next to Bull and I. Fingers grab my wrist softly pressing into my outer arm. Everyone seems to be waiting with baited breath.

“Well?” Bull asks. I hear a small tutt from Gene, “She’s the same as last time, does she feel any warmer?”

“A little bit nothing drastic, she’s still not hot enough.” The concern is evident in everyone's voices. I should be better by now! I want to sit up and shake out my sore, stiff limbs but my body is paralysed. I groan internally, wake up! I beg my body but it ignores my request. Open your eyes! I plead. I focus all of my energy into the task, I can feel my eyes moving from under my eyelids but to no avail. All that energy for nothing, I slowly feel myself slipping. No! No! Stay lucid, but it’s too late my mind shuts down and blackness swallows me whole. I can’t remember how long I have been in this hole, multiple people have come and gone. Toye was after Bull. He didn't say much but his fingers traced pictures onto my skin. Bill was next and he told me funny stories from his past. Babe and Luz came after, holding me close, whispering sweet stories and making jokes. But still after each one the outcome was the same, I can imagine the small shake of his head that Gene gave each time he checked on me, the disappointed sighs after he revealed the news to each of the men.

“This isn’t working.” I can hear Nixon’s voice in the distance; he's frantic.

“It will work, give it time.” Winters tries to convince the man but his voice isn’t as sure as his words.

Malarkey is with me again, he snores softly while holding me close, his arms wrapped tightly around me like I am a little china doll.

“Malarkey!” Winters says from behind us. Malarkey jolts upright.

“Yes, Sir!” He says quickly.

“Get some rest, I can take care of Emily for a while.” Winters says coming into the foxhole.

“Are you sure Sir?” Malarkey asks, his arms still wrapped around me.

“I’m sure.” Winters confirms. Malarkey takes a moment, sighing, he bends his head forward pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead, his lips lingering. “I’ll come back later ok?” he whispers to me, finally passing me over to Winters.

“Hey Emmy, you’re scaring us all to death today.” Winters says getting comfortable, holding me close to his chest. His hand rubbing up and down my arm, his chin rests on top of my head.

“I know you’re in there Em, you’re a fighter. You always persevere, and I’m so proud of you.” Winters whispers into the night.

“There is nothing you can’t do, I believe you can come back from this Em. I don’t think I have ever met a person like you before. Everyone seems to love you, you’re infectious.” He continues.

“But these men rely on us. We have to rise to the battle if not for ourselves, for them. You’re a hero, you have saved countless lives both with your medicine and with your love.” Winters breath fans my face.

“So for once save yourself, if we can’t you can. I don’t want these men to watch you go Em, it will break them more than they already are, and we are all broken. This war will scar us both physically and mentally, only we know what we have been through. We will go home once we win and have to pretend this part of our life didn’t happen. Like we didn’t see our friends get blown to shreds, or see the faces of the innocent men we have killed in everyday people. We will go home and have to pretend we don’t flinch at every backfiring car and go back to normalcy. We will meet often with the men we served with, slowly watching the numbers dwindle as they pass on, until one of us is left to carry the burden of what we know.” Winters talks to the night. A sob rises in my throat but it doesn’t leave, tears prick from under my eyelids, I feel them escape and run down my cheeks, the warm tears growing cold on my face.

“Shhhh, it’s ok Em. Take your time, at least I know you can hear me.” Winters’ finger wiping the streaks of tears from my cheeks pressing me closer to him. He rocks us slowly like I am a child being lulled back to sleep. I drift into blackness once again.

My eyes flutter open, my eyes roam around, I stand in a familiar hallway. I recognise the faded wallpaper and the smiling faces in the pictures on the walls. I make my way down knowing where I am going. I find myself in my childhood lounge, everything looks the same as I left it the day I moved out. My late mother sits on her favourite seat looking out the window.

“Momma?” I whisper not believing my eyes, her soft brown hair falling over her shoulders as she looks away from me. She turns I almost sob, her bright green eyes staring up at me, her same sweet smile making its way onto her face.

“Hey baby.” She says in a familiar cadence. She reaches her hand out to me. I move my feet forward finding my way to her. I kneel beside her seat, her hands find my face, cupping my cheeks in the same way she used to do when I was upset. Her thumbs gently brush away tears falling down my face.

“I’ve been waiting for you.” She smiles tilting her head. “You look so pretty my love.”

My lip quivers, “I’ve missed you.” I say in a broken voice.

“I know baby, but I have been watching you and I’m so proud of all that you have done.” She places a soft kiss on my cheek.

“Are you staying?” Her brows knit together. A sob leaves my throat.

“No Momma.” I whimper. “I can’t stay.”

“It’s ok, I can wait a bit longer.” She pulls me into a hug, stroking my hair as I sob into her chest.

“You’re so brave my love.” She whispers. We sit for a while in each other's arms, but in the end I stand, giving her a final kiss on her cheek as she walks me to the front door. I step out and feel myself fall.

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bububeb · 8 months

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The collective maladaptive view of creepypastas

Can we all just agree that the creepypasta Fandom was made of us little kids who didn't have the best family situation at home or alternatively didn't have many friends and who projected this idea of a cohesive ,weird but somehow stable family onto these odd creepy edgy fuckers?

Because i remember vividly when the whole concept of the slenderman mansion and the idea of them living together came out ,the sheer joy I would feel upon seeing someone play onto these headcanons and portray this edgy ass simulatra of a family together....but you can't tell me that masky and hoody or anyone else really would give a fuck about spending time with each other let alone play along to this messed up game of happy group of people living together.

Let's just agree we were all lonely kids who found comfort and a shelter in this Fandom,but that the portrayal of the characters is far from accurate

Oh and what I think played a huge role into this is that since those are basically a more fucked up version of urban legends,that the whole "might exist ,might not" feeling messed even more with our heads.

I remember people truly wishing and hoping to meet slenderman one day,and surely it didn't help when people would play into this weird fantasy by commenting how there's a chance he really exists etc etc....

I mean this Fandom way more than others played with the concept of what's real and what's fiction, these two often merging together or being blurry ,and this community basically made of kids would just worsen the situation

#creepypasta #ben drowned #jeff the killer #slenderverse #slenderman #masky marble hornets #marble hornets #ticci toby #jeff the killer creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon

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hazshit-hotel-hater · 19 days

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regarding Ozzy, I'm mostly just bummed out that he and Fizz's relationship ended up being explicitly romantic. If he'd been aromantic and they'd stuck to being healthy FWB I would've actually given HB reluctant kudos; I kinda live under a rock regarding media but I can't think of any characters who have casual sex and stay friends without someone catching feelings.

also it'd feel less like they ctrl+F+replaced "love" and "lust"

I get that too, I like their relationship but I feel like Vivzie is incapable of writing close male friendships. Partially one of my reasons for making that “two dudes can be friends and not kiss” post or whatever I said but urgghh. Two can be friends and not kiss or have sex, but dudes can ALSO kiss and have sex and just be buds anyway, it’s just Vivzie doesn’t know how to do either of these. I have a lot of thoughts on how id like to see lust be portrayed but I cant really squeeze them out of my brain without it sounding like a weird mess of words. Idk it sounds contradictory but as someone on the aroace spectrum love and romance and attraction and sex are incredibly important to me in some way or another and how it is in Vivzies shows usually makes me fall to my knees in despair. Fizz and Ozzie are cute im happy for them but like,,, god can we have some men that are really close and don’t have romantic tension

#raimble #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critical #helluva boss #ozzie helluva boss #helluva boss ozzie #helluva ozzie

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grayskiesandink · 3 months

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Gonna do obscure n random hcs-

Dream has a soft spot for twins. He sees twins an gets nostalgic n sad/ most people portray ink as evil-soulless guy thats lying but i think he'd mostly be happy and having fun with life/I personally cannot see ink or classic as anything BUT aroace. I physically cannot. / when people touch error they lose their lineart and it feels soo weird. Kinda like when a hand falls asleep. / most afterdeath kids dont have the death touch, but a few like greape, anubis, or ancolie do/ nightmare isnt the nightmare dream grew up with. Hes literally a different person- a sorta parasite that took over passives body through the apples/ to go along with that last one nm and fresh resent each other. Fresh has fun with it, but nightmare hates his entire being and sees him a threat./ error is soo silly. Literally just having fun with himself until someone comes along n messes it up by having opinions or existing.

first I will say I love these headcanons/opinions these are great !!!! spinning these around in my brain. now for if they match up with my own B) all interpretations are valid interpretations Dream and twins: I've actually been thinking about something similar lately!! In my mind, its almost a trigger for him? If he sees two identical twins it Will make him think about his past, if not just make him feel..... sad. feel as if he's missing something. Ink isn't evil?: I 100% AGREE. you. you understand him. he's just a silly guy living his life. i personally like putting him in situations that reveal his morality (which, to others in the multiverse, appears grey. in short, he's a character who has the morality of a creator. there's more to it. but, hes interesting! he's interesting). I like exploring all angles of him and his views and morality and character and bwghkrgbirhwbg but really hes just a guy. just a guy having a good time yknow. or trying. AroAce Ink & Sans Classic: I pretty much fully agree with this, just with the change that I can't see them as being anything but on the aroace spectrum. I see Sans as biromantic asexual, bi aroace, or aroace. Ink is the one who I often just see as aroace, and really more often just see him as just that. Error's touch causing loss of lineart: I haven't ever thought of this before but I LOVE IT SM. will be thinking of this.... I also like the idea of physical touch not just hurting Error but affecting whoever touched them.

AfterDeath kids and Death's Touch: I actually don't know a lot about AfterDeath ship kids! So, I haven't really thought much about them. I do think that any kids of reaper and geno would have something weird around death though, maybe not death touch but something similar. Nightmare isn't Nightmare?: I actually really don't like Nightmare and passive not being the same person. Personally, I feel like there is a way you could rewrite Dreamtale to make it work better, but it would have to be a significant rewrite (which people do and I love it when they do). It just feels like... something often gets lost with Nightmare's story when he isn't the same person, at least in some way. I personally like the idea that Nightmare himself doesn't see himself as passive. He sees himself as having killed that part of him, or something like that. Or, I can see Nightmare having dissociated away from that part of himself. Or, I can see Nightmare being like "yeah I'm nightmare I'm the nightmare you knew, Dream. this is what you've done, this is what you've made". In any case, they are the same person in at least some way to me. Nightmare and Fresh resent each other: This is really cool with the idea of both Nightmare and Fresh being parasites. It's not a headcanon I have, since I don't see Nightmare that way. I think Nightmare is just kinda mildly annoyed by Fresh- Fresh thinks Nightmare is fun to mess with. Nm rarely ever destorys aus (because he needs aus to feed on) so Fresh doesn't see him as a threat. Error is silly: YES. well. ok. sometimes. Error takes his job seriously..... sometimes..... like cq has said Error is contradictory he doesn't make sense he's not supposed to make sense. I think sometimes Error's silly with it sometimes he's not. overall he is just a silly guy though !!

#ask #i love hearing other peoples hcs sm #i love hearing diff interpretations #my askbox and dms are always open for dicussions on headcanons #also i need to look up those afterdeath kids

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sleepy-aletheas · 1 month

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There is something really satisfying to me about the Story Quests in Genshin. I know that many people hate that the quests about the playable characters center around NPCs, but honestly? I fucking love that.

(this is more babbling than I thought it would be, but I was thinking about this before taking a nap, so now I'll put it here to stop walking in circles anymore)

They are people of this world. They live there with neighbors and fellow citizens; they work and have colleagues with whom they communicate with (or not); they have duties and hobbies and dreams, just like everyone else. The playable characters we meet and get to know are complex, but they feel more alive and well rounded, because the people around also have depth.

There are NPCs with conflict, complex histories shared among them. There is loyalty and love. There are dreams, and there is despair. The characters we are interested in are designed to be interesting, but they do live outside the Traveler's orbit too. They wake up and have a full day before them, they have plans and whims, deadlines and duties, they talk with people close to them, with people we don't even know exist.

And these story quests are a great way to show how these characters we latch onto, and want to know more about, how they interact with the world around them. How the world interacts back. What these characters think about others. How others think about them.

I loved Yoimiya's first quest a lot, because it was mainly about the NPCs. We saw what fireworks meant for them, how precious it was. We had two story lines paralleling each other at the same time, with the overall message being "this is what connects us and only us" and we get to know what Yoimiya gets out of bringing this to people. We didn't need to go in-depth through her childhood to know that this is fulfilling to her, that she loves bringing people a spark of happiness only they can truly understand, and we see people love and appreciate her back. We don't need NPCs shout how amazing she is, because she is their friend, their neighbor, a daughter, a role model. We get to see how they talk to her, what they say, what she says and how she says it.

Kokomi is still my favorite Inazuma character and her story quest made me love her more, because we see her care for Watatsumi, her relentless pursuit for the better future that hangs just out of reach now. We see how she's loved, revered, idolized and cared for. We see people needing her do her duty, but also caring for her wellbeing, because she's human like them. And we see she made a space just for herself when she's exhausted, when she needs to recharge and be Kokomi, not the Divine Priestess Sangonomiya Kokomi. We read her diary! We get to know she has a very limited social battery she needs to push daily to do her duties. She is anxious, tired, and so in love with her home and her people, she will go through this endless exhaustion with pride and care.

I even liked Ayato's quest, because it underlined his whole character nicely. He is important to the commissions, he has a good enough pull in matters. He is polite, and he worked his way up from not knowing how to lead to be at the place he is now. And meanwhile we are trying to solve the whole wedding fiasco, he is...quiet. He observes and comments, and observes some more. He pushed people to think for themselves in ways that benefited everyone, so he doesn't have to clean up more messes later. He is calm and pretty neutral overall, and the lack of interest from his side says way more than if he spilled his guts to us or we had an emotional conversation with him, when he is not the type of person to do that.

And that's another thing I like: the spaces between what is said. The insinuations, the lack of elaboration, the glossing over and switching of topics that were trying to get somewhere. Sometimes we get to know more about people by the things they don't say or that they avoid. And I like that it's portrayed in characters that aren't really open about themselves, be it through emotional distance, their work-life balance, or just them being really liking privacy. And it's not just the silent types that do that like Ayato or Alhaitham. Yae Miko doesn't really spill anything either, with her being so seemingly light hearted with a sharp edge, she directs the conversations masterfully away from places that are vulnerable.

I just love that we can see different facets of the characters through them talking, people talking, the silence and omission, the hints and jokes. The world is alive, the characters are alive, the NPCs are alive, and they all coexist. It's just the Traveler that gets roped into the shenanigans of the few powerful ones that have visions and those are the characters we follow.

There are so many characters I love, that make my day, that give me new train of thoughts to evaluate and settle my own mess of a life. Some are frustrating to the point of intrigue. Some I don't vibe with and I love them for that more, because that makes me wanna understand more.

I just really love the way the game handles the characters, even the ones I don't like. There is care put into them, and yes, there are obviously some that are more fleshed out by a lot more details and are brought back over and over in events, but all these playable characters have depth, even if it's sometimes overlooked or overshadowed by someone else. Sometimes the depth is hidden by frost to not get deep, sometimes the characters themselves put stones in the way so no one tries to dive deeper.

My love just simply overrides the weaker moments, and my mind fills in the blank spaces left behind, and I don't mind that at all.

#genshin impact #i'm rambling again #i could dissect Ayaka's story quest and why it's so dear to me #I could rant about Alhaitham's for 4 hours straight and still go on a tangent after that #i love seeing my emotional support terrors exist and i like to care for the NPCs too because they fill the world #there are too many NPCs i care about in general. some i might love even more than a playable character with how attached i get #maybe one day i will write physical love letters about all the characters that make the challenge of living so much more rewarding

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starlightshadowsworld · 10 months

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To me Mantle and the entire concept about it.

It's citizens.

How they're treated.

And how it's delivered to us in the show is what the Faunus should have been.

Mantle is this desolate, hopeless place.

It feels like something Atlesian parents would use as a boogey man to scare their kids.

You know, don't mess up or you'll end up in Mantle.

Mantle is the land of the forgotten.

It's not a city, it's not a town. Its just a place that exists.

You don't live in Mantle. You survive.

Atlesian's don't go to Mantle, even the Schnee's whole buisness there is through robots.

Because why visit? Why would you choose to sully your hands with the filth of society?

It's why the idea of someone like May, someone we know who comes from an Atlesian family, choosing Mantle is so shocking to them.

Because no one chooses Mantle.

Mantle isn't even supposed to exist.

They are looked down upon, as the ones who were left behind.

They have nowhere to go, they are cut off from the world.

The Happy Huntresses are it's saviours, they are the ones fighting for Mantle to be not only acknowledged but to be seen as Atlas's equal.

And maybe even better.

And to the Atlesian's, to even think they could be seen in the same foot as these... Land folk.

Is the most insulting thing in the world.

Why do they have access to Mantles heating grid?

Why doesn't Mantle have access to it?

They have no say.

They have no voice.

It's more than power.

It's a message

You are nothing without us.

You are the dirt I walk on every day, if you dare step out of line.

I can end you and no one will care.

Now think of the Faunus.

Who can live wherever they want.

Get whatever job they wish.

One of the people with the most power and influence was Leonardo Lionheart.

They can attend schools with humans.

Their homeland of Menagire is an island paradise.

They live in comfort, in freedom.

The Faunus are free to govern themselves without any human input.

Menagire isolates itself from humanity but suffer no consequences from doing so.

There is no overcrowding.

They are at peace.

They are free to visit and leave whenever they wish.

To do whatever it is they wish.

But they are not satisfied.

The white fang fights against injustice against Faunus.

... But what injustice are they facing that would require such violence to achieve?

They have no need to conceal themselves.

They are not restricted in any form.

They are no different to humans.

Aka...

We get told the Faunus are oppressed and that there struggling but we don't see it.

Apart from a few arbitrary things that are either so small or could apply to literally anyone non Faunus.

But we do see the intense surveillance of Mantle.

The way the Schnee Dust Company owns their power grid.

The fact Mantle is cut off from everyone.

We see people that are freezing.

We families huddling together by fires just trying to get through the night.

We see Ironwood take away resources that were supposed to aid Mantle.

And he was gonna kill thousands innocent Mantle citizens just to save Atlas.

We see that, we know.

We don't, or at the very least I don't see that with the Faunus.

And I think if they were portrayed like the Mantle citizens are it would've worked a lot better.

#Mantle rwby #happy huntresses #may marigold #jacques schnee #james ironwood #Rwby #Faunus

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bokettochild · 8 months

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This excerpt from Cider and Cocoa (one of my ultimate comfort fics) for the DVD commentary ask!! Idk if this is the right number of words because I Could Not count them.

That night, they curled up on the couch with mugs of cider and cocoa, silently enjoying their final night together.

In the morning, Mr. Hero loaded him up with apples and spice, and Ravio scoured his bags for every last trace of chocolate to stock the hero’s cupboards. Neither would last forever, something that niggled the backs of both of their minds, but both sought to drown the thought with checking over house and bags respectively one last time.

The goodbye was tearful, both from the princesses and Ravio himself as he flung himself into Mr. Hero’s arms, blubbering and sobbing in a right mess, but Mr. Hero only sighed, shoulders trembling slightly as he’d gently patted his back (arms tight enough around him that Ravio could hardly breathe) the softest of sniffles sounding from his friend as the hero let him cry out all his goodbyes on his shoulder.

That night, in the big, stately, but painfully lonely and uncluttered, kitchen of Lorule’s castle, Ravio made apple cider. It didn’t taste quite like Mr. Hero’s, a far cry indeed, but that may have just been the salt in it.

Honestly, I don't care that much about the word count. You could probably sneak 1,000 in and I'd still just be happy to talk about my fics!

Okay, so, the thing about Cider and Cocoa is that the fic sort of jumped out of nowhere. It's one of the ones that's charm lies in it's simplicity and the fact that there are so few spoken words, and rather the vague impression of speech, which lends it a dreamy, story-book sort of feel (or so I think) that makes it the perfect thing to read to help soothe troubled hearts and ease little sisters down to bed. It's one of @apparitianhanako's favorites to beg me to read to her for that reason, and my main inclination for hoping to one day record read-alouds of the stories, if only so she can always have me reading it to her whenever she wants, no matter what may happen :)

The passage you selected seemed to be the natural progression of the fic when writing it. I wanted to capture that serene sense of slowly warming up to each other, settling into orbit and finding a home where it's not expected. Unfortunately, according to LU cannon, Ravio didn't stay at Link's house, as many prefer to portray it, but instead went home. In the story I was establishing though, it seemed that such a parting would naturally be quite difficult for both of them.

One of the main focus points I had in mind was the severe contrast Ravio would be nearly overwhelmed by from having gone from working (and living?) in a castle, to suddenly being inside this small house with no servants and no silent halls and just... no opulence. Link's house is the picture of simplicity; a little cottage on a hill surrounded by apple trees, a garden and bee hives. The contrast is stark to Ravio, but also a relief; Link's house is a safe haven, both for Mr. Hero and himself, and feels like it's own little pocket of the world, seperate from nearly all else. Link likes it best this way, and Ravio grows to adore it.

Hence why leaving it is such a painful thing.

It's painful for both of them, as they've become awfully attached to one another. It's also why the two of them exchange recipes and why they heap upon the other the necessary tools to make them; both of them know they'll probably never see each other again. However, them being the stubborn bunnies they are, there's a part of them that wants to hold on as fast as possible, to believe that as long as the other one has even just a taste (quite literally in this case) of their time together, that they won't forget them.

Just the same, there's the hope that if they can have that taste of their time with the other, they won't be nearly as lonely once they've parted.

The goodbye itself was interesting to write, because its displays, I think the best of almost anything, the contrast between them. I always enjoy writing a contrast between heroes and princesses that I think I encapsulated best in A Royally Awful Prank, but also touched on here.

Link (Legend) is harsh in his words, in the way he wants the world to see him. It's a mask as we all know, but one raised defensively to protect a tender heart. Ravio, in contrast, has not been faced with the troubles to make him raise such shields, so while Link is trying to remain strong, for not only Ravio but also Zelda, Ravio himself is giving free rein to tears and sorrow.

Ravio sees nothing wrong with expressing himself honestly, whereas Link (Legend) feels the need to be the one offering strength, to bear the burden of the others' hurt as best he can to make their lives and struggle easier. it seemed something the hero would most likely pick up on, and for a hero like the Hero of Legend, who serves not his country, but to help people in need, it seemed in character to make him want to still be strong.

That said, losing Ravio is heartbreaking. Link (Legend) has lost so many people before, but this was the first time he knew it was coming, and knew how it was going to happen. it almost makes it harder because he was mourning it before it ever even happened. So when it does, yes, he's barely holding it together. When he gets home after that scene, he sits himself down in his orchard and just cries.

In that moment though, he's trying to shield his emotions by not speaking too much or crying, but unfortunately, he can't manage to not cling to Ravio for just a moment more, because he too has cherished having someone around in a place that feels like home who just... cares. Link and Ravio may have been using each other to an extant in order to save their homes, but they both knew it all the while and when it comes down to it, they saw all the worst and best of each other in that time. So letting go of the person who sees you for who you are, and not only accepts but cherishes that person, is so, so hard for both of them; Legend physically and Ravio more emotionally.

The last paragraph really focuses on the point I made to open: Lorule castle is big and lonely to Ravio. This is the first glimpse the reader gets of it, but it's a sharp contrast to the cozy home life that Link and Ravio had to share. In the castle, you can miss running into someone on complete accident, whereas the cottage made it to where they could hear each other all the time, no matter where in the house they went. To go from warmth and someone who understands, appreciates and accepts you, to a big, empty place where you're just a piece in a divine chess match is quite painful for Ravio.

Still, our merchant tries to make it a bit more like the house he now thinks of as 'home' by making Link's cider. it doesn't work though, because (as we learn in the next chapter, and as my sister happily brings up every time) Ravio messed up the recipe.

I didn't want to just end it there though, it felt so... disengenuine, so I added the last line.

"It didn’t taste quite like Mr. Hero’s, a far cry indeed, but that may have just been the salt in it."

I remember ditehring over this line for a while. i considered adding more, clarifying that Ravio didn't strait up put salt in cider, that he's crying so hard he might as well be drinking tear-water tea, but the open-ended nature and freedom of interpretation; letting the reader put it together themselves, seemed more appealing. it's not often I can do that without unnecessary confusion, but here I feel like it was well placed and easy to read.

Honestly, this is one of my favorite fics all around, and definitely the one that's stood up the best to time out of all of them. I'm really glad you gave me a chance to blather about it!

#cider and cocoa #asks and answers #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu legend #lu ravio #commentary time babey!#asks game

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magnolia-sunrise · 3 months

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if you don't mind elaborating, i'm super curious as to what bastien and matteo's relationship is/was like. what went wrong and how did they come to not fit together (anymore?)? does wolfgang know about that all pre-relationship and how does that affect the two of them once they are together? i hope that makes sense i'm fascinated by how old relationships (platonic/romantic/etc) come to leave marks on and affect characters in the present

OHHH this is wonderful thank you for asking mintt!! i am very quietly really obsessed with their dysfunction but its a difficult thing to draw so i don't get to talk about it often :O

when they first met Bastien was genuinely dazzled with attention and care that Matteo gave him, and how much he provided and cared for him during one of the worst periods of his life when he dropped out of med school etc. they started living together very quickly, and in many ways it was both a lifeline and just genuinely affirming for Bastien who was very early in his transition back then. its the sort of thing that's hard to portray given where their relationship is now, but they did love each other and since then Bastien has always felt like he owes Matteo his life

what changed over the years is, well in most plain terms Bastien changed and Matteo didn't. what felt like comfort before, started to feel more like a cage, because Matteo is a very confident, decisive and controlling person. which was extremely attractive and helpful for Bastien in the absolute mess he was in when they started dating, but as he grew more into his own person he would chafe more and more against the limits of what Matteo found acceptable or attractive. they would live their life how Matteo preferred it, because it has always been that way! and to his fault, Bastien never tried to speak up about it or change anything. he just quietly resigned himself to it, repressing his own wants, and they both let the relationship grow stagnant over years. on top of that was always the feeling of this enormous debt, figuratively and financially, that he owes him. Matteo's money after all helps to finance the clinic where Bastien spends most of his free time getting into a situationship with his android patient

so over time as they get to know each other with Wolf, i think Bastien mentions his relationship less and less and spends more time away from home. so Wolfgang doesn't know the details, but they can tell he's unhappy and they know he will never let himself love anyone else. doesn't stop them from flirting with him, but meeting Matteo or seeing the two of them is a very special kind of pain.

and when Wolfgang and Bastien get together, given the traumatic circumstances, Bastien hasn't even broken up with Matteo yet, since they just had to drop everything and go. i think he carries a lot, a LOT of guilt and self hatred over his indecisiveness and how long it took him to break out from the relationship and let himself be happy - it cost him everything. the way he let himself be in that relationship turned him into a very walled off person, though luckily Wolfgang is a very persistent wrecking ball.

because of all this and how things go down (finding Wolfgang dead. his clinic in flames. etc), he forces himself to be more open and to say yes and to voice his desires and slowly Bastien accepts he could actually be happy, though he will probably never forgive himself. when things are a bit calmer and they have some time to each other, i think some of this history comes out in more detail, exchanging stories about past lovers and love's scars.

with their relationship with Matteo the most interesting part for me is the dynamic of like... even if someone saved your life at one point, it doesn't mean you owe them the rest of it. and it takes Bastien a very long time to accept that

#answered #ramble #good lord this is long ASHahghg my tea got cold thank you again for the ask #bastien is any% speedrun sabotaging all your happiness thanks to being so gourmet depressed

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lino-jagiyaa · 9 months

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Behind the mask - Lee Minho

cool, what do I do now?

SYNOPSIS: Minho's life is changing quickly and he wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad thing. His parent's divorce, his new apartment, everything seemed a mess.

genre: angst, fluff, non idol!au, alternate reality!au, domestic i!au, high school/college!au, prologue | content warning: mentions of divorce, swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption | words: 1304

NOTE: this is a prologue! you must read this part first to understand the rest of the series - happy reading!

taglist: @dadonbabysworld @lynanist @lix-ables @strayingawayy

the characters do not portray any of the skz members in real life, the names are used purely for fiction. By clicking "keep reading" you consent to the following content.

"hey, minho! can you come downstairs for a sec? his dad yelled from the living room.

minho was in his room playing a video game when he heard this. pausing the game, he made his way to where his parents were sitting.

"yeah, what's up- wait what's wrong?" he asked

"sit down for a second, we have something serious to talk about."

he then took a seat in a chair that was facing where his parents were sitting on the couch, still confused about what all of this was about but still willing to listen.

"min, we're getting a divorce." his mother spoke up

"we'll give you some time to let that sink in. and we're sorry to abruptly drop this on you, but we've been thinking about this for a while now. we just didn't want to stress you out further, with you being in your last year of high school and all." his dad explained

minho rubbed his face, trying to take in everything.

"it's okay. I understand, and it's your guys' decision. and before you start, I know that it's your job as parents to want to protect me, but i'll be okay."

"what's your plan anyway? who am I living with until I go to university?"

"well we were thinking you could rent out an apartment until then while your dad lives here and I go stay with my sister for a while until we get the paperwork finalized." his mom gave him a reassuring smile.

"oh!- I mean yeah, that's fine. i'd enjoy living on my own now that I think about it." minho joked, trying to lighten the mood

his parents laughed at his response

"will you be alright though?" his dad questioned

"yeah of course. dad, it's not like I'm losing either of you, right?"

"of course not, come here and hug your old man." his dad laughed

minho got up and hugged his dad followed by giving one to his mom too.

"oh, i almost forgot! we got you a present as well, to lift your mood a little." his mom said, before letting go of him.

getting up from her spot on the couch, minho's mom went into the guest room close by the living room and came out with a cat carrier, and sat it on the floor, opening it to reveal an orange and white patterned kitten.

"his name is doongi." she smiled

minho leaned down to greet his new cat.

"well, hello there little one" minho beamed

“mom, has he met soonie yet?”

“mhm. i let them play together right after we picked him up yesterday.”

“so that’s why he kept running off… oh, and where did you get him? the same shelter i got soonie?”

“i suppose so, and nope. we got him from your friend from middle school. we tried our best to keep it a surprise until now.” his mom explained

“well it worked, thank you.”

“no problem, son. how about you go play with soonie upstairs so you and doongie can get to know him better.” his dad patted him on his shoulder

𖤐𖤐𖤐

a little while later, after playing with the cats for an hour or two, minho decided to text one of his closest friends. he needed someone to vent to. sure, he was putting on a brave face for his parents and cracking jokes but in reality, he was freaking out.

minho ended up texting his friend chris. they had been close ever since sophomore year. him taking minho under his wing, seeing that he didn't really speak much and didn't seem to have any friends that went to their school. it really meant a lot to him. even if he didn't express that with words very often.

minho: hyung chan hyung 🐺: yeah what's up? minho: are you busy rn or today at all? chan hyung 🐺: nah is something wrong? minho: i just need someone to talk to...if that's okay chan hyung 🐺: yeah ofc. whatever you need, bud minho: can i call you? chan hyung 🐺: yeah

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chris: hello?

minho: hey...

chris: it's bad isn't it?

minho: y-yeah. so much is happening so fast and I don't know what to do. i feel like I have no control, hyung i-

chris: min, what happened? what's going on?

minho: my parents- they're getting a divorce. hyung, i stayed calm when i was with them but it's all too much right now. they even said that I'm gonna be living on my own. like what the fuck. they didn't even give me the option to stay with one of them. this is bullshit.

chris: wow... i'm sorry. when did they plan for you to move?

minho: i think tomorrow? everything is moving so fast...

chris: i know, min. it'll be okay. i promise. do you want to come over? you can stay the night at my place if you think that'll help you. even if it only makes you feel only a little bit better.

minho: yeah that sounds good.

chris: do you want me to pick you up?

minho: yeah. i'll go get packed.

chris: alright, be there in a bit.

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while talking to chris, minho was trying his hardest to keep it together. still shedding some tears and sniffling here and there. trying to stay quiet to not draw it to his parent's attention.

after he finished packing up his bag for his friend's house, he wiped his tears and headed downstairs.

"hey, bud. where ya headed?" his dad questioned

"chan's picking me up. is it okay if i stay at his tonight?"

"yeah, no problem. just come back in the morning so we can bring some of your stuff to the new apartment, okay?"

"alright, thanks."

"have fun." his dad smiled

just as minho headed outside to wait for him, chris pulled up and got out of the car to greet him.

"hey" chan started, arms stretched out to give him a hug

"hey, h-hyung." minho felt his knees growing weak, letting out everything he was holding in.

"it's okay. i'm here. i'm here." chris gently rubbed his back, trying to calm him.

"let's get you outta here, yeah?" he smiled

"mm" minho hummed and smiled back

"you wanna stop by the convenience store and gets some snacks?"

"sounds good."

"hey, chan?"

"mhm?"

"thanks again. you know, for always being here when i needed you…"

"min, you don't have to thank me. i'll always be here for you no matter what."

minho wipes his tears again, staring out of his window until they arrive at the store.

“do you want to wait in the car or go in with me?” chan asks

he shakes his head “i’ll go in.”

the store was empty as usual besides the familiar cashier so the two decided to scan the isles looking for snacks and drinks.

“min, you know what we should get?,” chan had a grin on his face.

“no, what?”

“these!”

chan then raised up two packs of pokémon bread to show minho excitedly.

“aw man, i haven’t had these in a while.”

“could be fun.” chan displayed his dimpled smile, raising his eyebrows up and down

“yeah, let’s do it.” minho smiled back

this was the first time minho had smiled since he left the house. chan was definitely that breath of fresh air he needed.

“ooh can we get these too? they have green apple.” minho asks, showing chan some bottles of soda

“mhm, whatever you want.” chan replied, his smile never fading

“i’m just gonna grab these chips and we’ll head out.”

after paying for their snacks, the two headed back to the car. with chan’s place not too far from the store, they made it there in less than ten minutes.

“lets have fun tonight, yeah?”

“i’ll try.”

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to be continued...

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