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The Spencer Mansion

STARS Office Part 2

Part 1

Albert Wesker x fem!reader, Chris Redfield x fem!reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: canon level violence, Wesker toeing the line of using the reader and being in love with her, Chris thinking the reader is dead, canon level injuries

Tagging: you all mentioned wanting a part 2, I hope you don't mind that I tagged you! <3 @boywivlove @fanartcollectorwriter @chaotic-fangirl-blog

Author’s Note: A lot of people have suggested I do a part two to stars office and I always meant to but never got around to it! I hope that you guys like this. Id be open to a part three (and hopefully do it quicker this time around lol). Thinking for part three that I could do two endings, one for chris and one for wesker....

I also added this request to the plot : @zedonna , If not that, then maybe a possible scenario where Reader replaces Richard? Instead of Chris finding him and Rebecca, he sees reader with the snake bite (someone he is close to and harbor feelings for) But for extra angst, maybe chris doesnt find the serum in time and comes back only to find Rebecca has abandoned a now deceased Reader. ( Totally not what happened my first playthrough with Richard) Thank you, anything is appreciated!

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

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The tension in the helicopter was poignant and undeniable. You wouldn’t be there for long but the emotions hung in the air like dreamcatchers, haunting and sticky. Wesker hadn’t said anything about Bravo Team and no one had asked him. You hadn’t personally heard a thing about Rebecca since she left the day before, or any of them for that matter. The air held onto the fear of the moment, not knowing what you were going into and not knowing if you would come back. It didn’t help that you were sitting across from Chris, who didn't want to make eye contact with you.

You felt bad. You knew that you had slept with Wesker to get back at him but Albert was right. He hadn’t actually made a move. It wasn’t your duty to control Redfield’s emotions, especially not so close to the field.

Jill was waiting for the right moment to ask you about it. The day before you had been best friends with Chris but now you were wearing the wrong shirt, clad with the hickies to match the rumors. Wesker hadn’t let up - why would he? What was everyone gonna do, tell the boss? He had an especially confident aura about him this morning. It was attractive. His jaw set and his disinterested eyes made him that much more alluring.

You tried to avoid eye contact.

“Bravo Team’s crashed helicopter is just below us. We’re going to land there and fan out in search for them. All contact has been lost and we don’t know what we’re going into,” Wesker announced, standing up and grabbing the railing above his head. “Think on your toes and don’t try to find each other if you get split up. We meet at the mansion if needed.”

There were a couple curt nods. Chris pretended not to listen as he looked out the window at the helicopter crash. His face was laced with concern. He cared so genuinely about all those people. Your helicopter lowered, slowly. You held your gun tighter as you got up, preparing to exit. You remained in line as you left, landing eventually on the ground below.

Jill moved forward to investigate.

“Stay low Vickers,” Wesker said into his comm. His voice was robotic now. You barely recognized the man you had been with last night. You came up behind him, gun held up, a flashlight in your other hand.

“Yes sir,” Brad responded. The joking manner in his voice left with the sun. It was now tension filled and dark, a low hanging fog creeping in around the eerie crash site.

“I don’t see anyone,” Barry exclaimed, from a little further in another direction. Wesker opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by a growling noise coming from the crash. Everyone who heard turned their guns to face it. A dog emerged from the grass, teeth bared and slobbering. You tilted your head, eyebrows furrowed. How had a dog gotten all the way out into the middle of Raccoon Forest? You barely had time to think of solutions when it snapped, jumping forward. It went at Jill, who was closest. You moved forward to grab her arm and help her up, unable to distinguish the noises around you.

Dogs were barking. More than one. You could hear people running, commotion happening. No one ever prepares you for the silence of the moment. There’s no background music to justify the violence. It’s just you and your thoughts, or lack thereof.

The helicopter rose.

Wesker yelled something, something at Brad in the helicopter. But he was leaving. You turned to try and find Albert but it was too dark. You and Jill ran in the direction of Barry, who you could make out. Chris was behind you in a second and then you had more companions than not. You were glad to be running the same way as them.

You weren’t sure where you were going, or where this supposed abandoned mansion was. But you followed Jill’s stumbling direction regardless until you reached something that couldn’t be mistaken for anything else.

Barry and Chris opened the doors as you and Jill shot aimlessly into the dark, hoping to hit a target. You backed into the mansion and the doors shut. The silence was deafening. Heavy breathing and large open air but no longer any dogs. You breathed again.

“Good, you made it.” You turned around to face Wesker who was standing in the middle of the room. He was breathing slightly heavy but it was nothing compared to the rest of you.

“You take a shortcut or something?” Chris questioned, bitterly.

“I told you to follow me after Vickers got spooked.”

“Got spooked? Those were rabid dogs Wesker!” Jill pointed out. She peeked out one of the windows. Now that you were inside, you could take in your surroundings. You were in a grand hall, doors on either side and two staircases going to the level above you. The light on the chandelier was on.

“I thought this place was abandoned,” you pointed out.

“It was,” Wesker muttered.

“We should probably investigate it then. See who else is here. It might be Bravo Team,” Jill offered. Wesker nodded curtly.

“Well there’s no going out that way,” he said pointedly, gesturing to the front door. You could still hear the faint scratches of the dogs on the other side.

“This place is huge. There’s gotta be another way out,” Barry offered.

“Jill, Barry, you take the left door,” Wesker said. “Chris-”

“I can go by myself,” Chris noted. He gestured to the right door. “Try to keep your hands off each other.” You knew he was just hurt but it didn’t wound you any less.

“We really should try to stay together,” you offered.

“Let him dig his own grave,” Wesker offered sharply. Chris could’ve been swayed before but now he was gone, going up the stairs. You huffed out.

“We’ll meet back here in five, after looking around,” you said, looking at everyone. Chris waved his hand, Jill and Barry gave a disregarding nod. You opened up the door to the left and was greeted with a small room. There was a statue in the middle.

“Fucking Vickers,” you muttered. You moved your hair out of your face and looked back at Wesker. “Did you know he was gonna do that?”

“Of course not,” he offered. He tried the door at the end of the room. It was locked.

“You can shoot it.”

“And waste a bullet on a door?” He gave you a dumb look. His glasses covered his eyes, making it unable to get a read on him. There was a curtain on the other side of the door. You moved it aside.

You raised your gun.

“Are we gonna talk about it?” you questioned, turning the corner.

“What is there to talk about?” He was following you.

You side eyed him.

“I told you, I don’t do it often. In the eye of danger, I give into impulses.” You refused to believe that was all it was. The way that he held your face…that couldn’t have been conjured up for looks.

“Alright,” you grumbled. “And the way you acted towards Chris this morning?”

“Will you focus?” You rolled your eyes and entered the side room. There was a man passed out on the ground. You rushed forward to him, leaning down, gun still at the ready. Wesker hung behind you. You reached at his neck to check for a pulse, unable to see his face. You got nothing. You looked up at Wesker, about to tell him the unknown man was dead, when the man moved.

You jumped, scampering back. Wesker raised his gun. The man stood warily, unsteady on his feet. You crawled behind Wesker as he shot without so much as a warning. The noise echoed off the small hallway. Wesker shot the man three times but he still stood, unaffected. His mouth opened, drool coming from his face. He didn’t look…human. He looked like he was dead, like his pulse.

One more gunshot from Wesker in the face took him out. He fell back down. Your eyes were wide, breath heaving.

“Be careful. Things don’t like to stay dead around here.” You looked up at him, amazed or annoyed you couldn’t tell. He offered you and a hand and helped you up.

“What the fuck was that Al?”

“You know what it was.” You wanted to tell him you sure as hell did not know. You thought about Night of the Living Dead. You thought about Evil Dead. Wesker turned to leave, leaving you amazed in his wake.

“Albert was that a zombie?”

He didn’t answer you. You reopened the door to the main room. You were happy to be in a larger space but now every corner was menacing. What was lurking where you couldn't see? Jill and Barry came from the door across the hall.

“There’s something there! A monster!” Jill exclaimed. You ran to her, out of habit. She was one of your best friends and her distress sent you into protection mode. Suddenly you wanted Chris back. You looked up to the stairs, searching for him.

“We saw it too,” you said.

“We have to separate and find a way out of here,” Barry explained.

“This place is huge!” you argued.

“Where’s Wesker?” Jill asked. You turned around. He was gone. Where had he gone? He came with you into the main room hadn’t he? You opened up the door again but he wasn’t there.

“He was just…he was just here!”

“Chris?!” Barry called up the stairs. You were scared. The fear petrified you in your spot. Where were they? You didn’t want Jill to leave your sight. You wanted to stay planted right next to her.

“Oh God, what happened to Bravo Team?” Jill asked, breathing out hollowly.

“You want to split up?” you spat at Barry.

“Chris could be dead,” Jill muttered.

“We need to cover ground quickly. It just makes the most sense,” Barry promised. “You both of your weapons. You’re trained to deal with abnormal issues.” He stood in front of you and Jill. She was holding your elbow. “You won't be able to find them if you just stand here.”

He directed it to both of you but it seemed like he was talking to you.

“Wesker couldn’t have gone far,” you maintained.

“Then go find him.” Jill looked like she wanted to future protest. She looked up at the stairs.

“I’ll go for Chris,” she said, voice still wary.

“We all come back here when we’ve found an exit. It’s the central part of the house.” You didn’t want to know more details. What if no one came back? What if you were stuck waiting for someone who had been a zombies dinner? Where was Chris? Was he okay?

“Find him,” you told Jill. She nodded. “Stay safe,” you whispered. You didn’t want to leave but you forced yourself to move away. You had to go. You had to go.

You opened the door again. Wesker must’ve gone back to this room. God knows why he didn’t just wait until you had all made a game plan. You refrained from calling his name, holding your gun tightly in your hands so the blood left them.

The zombie in the corner was still down. You tried the locked door again. It opened, weak on the hinges. He must’ve broken through it. You took a step through, trying to breath through the nerves. He was around. He had to be.

The mansion was like a maze, filled with puzzles and locked doors. You had a hard enough time finding out where you were, let alone where everyone else was. You were met with zombies and disregarded ammunition. The Bravo team was here. You weren’t sure if they were anymore.

No sign of Wesker but even less sign of anyone else. You hadn’t seen Jill, Barry or Chris since you split up with them. At the confines of the mansion you felt like the problems of yesterday were far less important.

That was, until you saw Chris rounding a corner.

He held his gun up, prepared to shoot an oncoming zombie, but was just met with you. He let out a sigh of relief and it was like there was never any ill will. You rushed to each other, throwing your arms around his shoulders.

“Chris oh God,” you muttered against his arm. You had never been so happy to see your friend. “I haven’t seen anyone in forever.” In reality it had likely only been an hour but that hour seemed like a lifetime.

“I thought you were dead,” he exclaimed. “I saw Barry briefly, and Wesker.”

“Where?” You still were unsure how Wesker had evaded your searching. He had only a couple minutes of a head start.

“Upstairs somewhere. I lost Barry outside, when some…some of those things…” He shook his head. He grabbed your shoulders. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“I’m glad you’re okay too.” He nodded once. “I found a couple keys laying around. I don’t know what they go to.” He offered you some of the keys he had found. They had symbols on them. You had found one, a Spencer key. You pooled them together.

“We should see if these lead to a way out. How did you get outside?”

“Through some wall,” he explained. “I don’t know who made this place but they need to take another architecture class.” You nodded.

“Listen, I’m sorry about Wesker. I was angry and he made a move and I felt bad.” He shook his head.

“It isn’t the time.”

“It could be the only time,” you explained. “I’m sorry Chris.” His face evened out into a genuine gaze.

“It’s alright. I’m sorry too, for making such a big deal of it.” You nodded once.

“It’s okay,” you promised. “We’re cool?”

“We’re cool,” he agreed. You tilted your head, gesturing down the hall. “Let’s go kill some zombies, Redfield.”

“Hey, I got this key. There’s a door down the hall I wanna try,” you said. Chris was messing with the piano in one of the rooms.

“How far down the hall?”

“Across the main room.” He narrowed his eyes on you. “I’ll be fine.”

“That’s far. You can’t wait?”

“I’ll just be a second.” You and Chris hadn’t gotten far on your own. He couldn’t play the piano and you couldn’t read sheet music. You were at odds. You knew Jill could play and she had to be around here somewhere. He swallowed hard.

“If you’re not back here in five minutes I’m dropping all of my progress.”

“Yes sir.” You saluted him half heartedly and left the room. You rushed down to the other side of the hall, trying at the door you had seen locked earlier. The door opened slowly. You were met with a zombie, who you shot in the face. Only afterwards did you check to see if the zombie had familiar features. This had been people. What if some had been your people? What if one of them was Jill and you didn’t know until it was too late?

You shuddered.

“Y/N.” Your eyes went wide at the sight of Rebecca.

“Rookie,” you breathed. “God Chambers, look at you.” She looked dirty and like she had gone through hell. She rushed up to you, glad to see a familiar face.

“You’re the first friendly face I’ve seen in ages.”

“Do you know where the rest of your team is?”

“Most dead,” she admitted, regrettably. “I lost the others. I crossed paths with Richard but then lost him again.” She looked down at the key in your hand. “Can you try this door?”

The words seemed normal.

You opened the door, expecting a zombie.

You were greeted with a snake. Giant, the size of a house. Things happened so quickly, things you weren’t even sure could happen. Rebecca shot and you vaguely thought about how Chris would come looking for you soon. You wished you hadn’t left him. But you had found Rebecca.

The snake bit at you, scratching your arm. You were just narrowly able to stumble out the door when you fell down, feeling the effects of it immediately. Rebecca rushed towards you, barricading the door as best she could. You looked up at her, worry lacing your eyes. You were bit. You were dead.

The door opened. Chris emerged.

You and Rebecca turned to him, breathing hard, bleeding in different places.

“I should’ve never let you leave,” he muttered.

“There was a room across the mansion that had some medicine bases,” Rebecca said, thinking quickly on her toes. Her words seemed too sharp. You couldn’t even feel the pain. It was starting to numb. You looked at Chris, frightened.

“Where?” he asked.

“It’s hard to explain. There are so many rooms.”

“You have to go with her,” you said. “She’s a medic, not a soldier.”

“She made it this far.”

“We don’t have time to argue. Do you wanna save her or not?” Rebecca felt awful. She had suggested you open the door and she hadn’t been prepared for what she would find on the other side. Chris looked conflicted, eyes gazing back to you.

“Go Chris.”

He gave you a pack of ammo.

“We’ll be five minutes,” he promised.

“I’ll come looking if you’re any longer,” you said dryly. He smiled weakly and looked at Rebecca.

“Lead the way.”

The silence was deafening. It was just you and the house again. You and the house and the snake next door. You and the house and the snake and the zombies that lurked, haunting your every step.

You were trying to be brave in the face of your adversaries but nothing seemed easy here. You regretted telling Chris to go. If you died from this, would you turn into one of those things? Would he have to find your body, still warm, knowing he was just barely too slow to save you?

Every option seemed worse as time went on.

When the door finally opened again, it wasn’t Chris or Rebecca.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

Wesker’s voice was condensing in a meek way. Still, you were glad to see him. You were glad to see anyone living at this point. You held your arm, eyes like daggers.

“Be careful. I might turn into a zombie here soon and then you’ll have to shoot me.”

“I don’t have moral dilemmas like that.”

“So you’d shoot me?”

“In a heartbeat.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence Wesker.” You adjusted your seating against the wall. He walked up to you and leaned down beside you. He grabbed your hand gently, moving it aside. He took off his glasses to examine the wound.

“Snake bite?” “Large snake. More like a scratch.” You were so used to his sunglasses that you took the moment to stare into his cloudy eyes. He glanced up at you, a knowing smirk on his face.

“You’ll be fine,” he promised. He looked around in his tactical vest, searching for something. You watched with curious eyes. After a moment, he grabbed a vile. He put it against your arm wordlessly and injected you with it without warning. You winced, more at surprise than pain. He grabbed a bandage wrap out of his side.

“You’re awfully prepared for the worst,” you observed.

“I have to be. I’m the leader of this team.” He tied it shut, strengthening it with a knot. “Be more careful next time.”

“Where did you go?”

“When?”

“When we got to the main hall with Barry and Jill. You just left.”

“I thought I heard something. I went to investigate.” You didn’t believe that. He was close, sitting beside you now. You bite the inside of your mouth, still hazy from the snake bite or whatever he injected into you. Wesker didn’t mind your questions. In fact, he wanted to encourage them. You were smarter than the rest of the lot. He liked that you would always be just a single step behind him, rather than a whole staircase.

“Okay,” you said finally. “Can you help me up? Rebecca and Chris went looking for something to help me with. They’ve been gone too long.”

“You should know that there’s no use in trying to save all of them.”

“They’re my friends Albert.” He put a hand on your wrist, holding it gently.

“They won’t all live. There’s no use in you dying with them. It would be a waste of a talent and the waste of a sacrifice.”

“Who’s sacrificing themself?”

“Anyone who dies here is sacrificing themself for one of us.” He wanted to tell you it was a controlled experiment. He didn’t. You would find out soon enough.

“I don’t think I like that Wes,” you muttered.

“You don’t have to like it to live it.”

You felt more comfortable with Chris but you felt safer with Wesker. No harm would come to you while he was here. You grabbed his hand and held it for a moment.

“We’ll all get out of this.” You let his hand go and reopened the door.

He wanted to tell you no. Not everyone would make it out of this one. It was designed to kill some, to help others succeed. He knew you would be the latter. Even with the snake incident.

You went the back way to find Chris.

Five minutes after you left, he returned. He found a pool of your blood on the floor and he didn’t see you. His eyes went wide as he stood in the doorway, blocking Rebecca from being able to view it.

“What? What Chris?” She tried to shove him aside.

“She’s gone,” he breathed.

He tried to picture you as one of those…things. He tried to picture your eyes dead, your fingers peeling, your skin melting. He couldn’t. None of the mental images seemed to conjure, out of sheer fear. He could never kill you, even if you were already dead.

“Maybe she went looking for us?”

“We’re too late.”

“The snake bite doesn’t mean she’ll become one of the zombies.”

“It could. It’s the same thing, the same virus, isn’t it?” Rebecca had no sound argument against him. She knew as much as he did.

“She couldn’t have gone far. She went looking for us,” Rebecca said again. Chris didn’t have the heart to argue with her.

Wesker intended to lose you again but you were just so alluring, he couldn’t help himself from hanging around. He followed you around the mansion, he helped you kill the bioweapons, he ended the mystery of things that should have remained shrouded.

He figured you wouldn’t see Chris again until you reached the laboratory. He would keep you till then, saving you from that moral dilemma. It would be far more interesting for you to make the decision when you were before Tyrant, when you saw Wesker’s true colors. When you would’ve died without him. Could you live with him?

“Wesker come on,” your voice spoke, breaking him from his thoughts. “I think I found something.”

He followed you like a lost dog.

“Let me see.”

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Dreamcatcher Reaction To Having A Really Affectionate S/O

Pairing: Dreamcatcher x GN!Reader

Requested By Anon: "hii can i request dreamcatcher reacting to having a really affectionate s/o (their love language is physical touch)?"

A/N: Hello hello, my lovely readers! I'm back again with some Dreamcatcher fluff, just for you. I hope you like all of these! Don't forget to like, comment, and reblog; it keeps me motivated :)

Info: Each member has a reaction, a story snippet / oneshot, and their love languages ranked. It's loooong, so enjoy!

Jiu

Adores it. She’s mentioned before that she feels the safest when she’s in your arms, so it’s really a no-brainer that she’s happiest whenever you’re loving on her

Just as much as she loves to take care of you and the girls, she secretly loves to get taken care of, too

Especially by you

You just know all the right ways to hold her and help her relax. Your back rubs are elite, according to her. She lowkey thinks you were a professional masseuse in your past life

You’re her personal heater

And pillow

On particularly rough days, she’ll just fall into your waiting arms and let you work your magic. She vents about her stressors, gradually releasing all of the pent-up tension that she’d been unable to get rid of on her own, until her complaints eventually subside and dissolve into quiet, sulky mumbles as she teeters on the edge of sleep

When you see her so cuddly and relaxed like that, you just…*heart clutch*

Likewise, Jiu regards you with those exact same, astronomically high levels of adoration

You’re literally the most precious and pure thing in the world to her. When you peer up at her with those bright eyes of yours, so starry and full of love for her, she always ends up blushing. She wants to protect you and your cuteness from the world

“My sweet Y/N… what did I ever do to deserve you?”

Without even trying, the two of you naturally gravitate towards one another whenever you’re together. You never have to ask for her attention or affection because she gives it just as readily as you do

When you’re out in public, she never lets you stray too far from her. Both because she’ll inevitably be holding some article of clothing up to you to see if it would fit, or pointing some piece of nature out to you, or discussing what you should grab for lunch….and also because she just wants you nearby.

Though she doesn’t mind admiring the view she gets when you walk away, too ;)

She loves to play with your hands while you cuddle, and she also loves when you put your head in her lap

She sings to you

Whenever her schedule gets busy or the girls go on tour, she leaves some of her hoodies behind for you and makes sure to spray her perfume on them. She also presets a weekly reminder in your phone to display a sweet message for you, aware that you’ll be missing her a lot. She programs it to sound off around the time you typically wake up in the mornings because she wants it to be the first thing you see. If she can’t be there with you physically, she’ll gladly do that to make up for it

Video calls whenever you’re apart. She doesn’t feel fully at ease unless she knows you’re safe and happy

Seeing you never fails to brighten her day

Overall just a total ball of sunshine who is super super soft for you

Story Snippet

7:32 PM

About an hour and a half had passed since your last check-in on her, and you decided it was time to peek in again.

Quietly, so as to not disturb the rare bout of calmness that had befallen the dorm, you approached her bedroom door and turned the knob, opening it gently. A sliver of light from the hall rushed in, cutting through the relative dark.

Her bedside lamp was still on – dimmed to the lowest setting, just like you left it before. The bottle of water on her nightstand was a little closer to being empty than you remember, and the headache pills you had set out were gone.

Your eyes tracked over to her soft form on the bed, finding her tucked in but awake. A sleepy, exhausted smile showed on her face when she realized it was you at the door, just barely visible in the low light. Like always, though, it had a way of shining and brightening up everything around her.

Even when she was feeling under the weather, she couldn’t help but be radiant.

“Hi, baby,” her gentle voice greeted, sounding a bit strained.

The overexertion that she'd subjected herself to over the past few days was rearing its ugly head.

“Hi, my love.” You smiled pitifully, stepping inside. You shut the door behind yourself and approached the bed, standing at the foot of it. “How are you feeling now?”

“Drained,” she admitted. “I’m still tired; I haven’t been able to wind down.”

You nodded. “You’ve worked hard this week, so that makes sense. Can I get you anything to help?”

“Yeah, actually.” She pepped up the slightest bit.

“Name it and it’s yours.”

A grin pulled at her lips of the irony of that.

“You,” she answered. “Come here, I want to hold you.”

She opened the fluffy covers and waved you in, patting the space next to her. The smile on your face widened shyly at that, but you didn’t hesitate to do as she asked. You climbed in and settled close to her, letting her arms wind around you in the special way they always do.

Her lips pressed to yours, once… twice… three times, before she regained control of herself and opted to keep things PG. It was a bit difficult, with how soft and warm you were, sliding up against her and oh so tempting, but her better judgment managed to prevail in the end.

“I’ve been worried about you today,” you confessed, the words slightly mumbled as your cheek pressed to her chest, “...and I’ve missed you.”

You pouted, and she could feel it. Though she couldn’t see it, she knew it looked adorable.

“I’ve missed you, too, baby,” she chuckled quietly, easing your worries a little in the process. “The bed feels so empty without you in it… I think that’s why I haven't been able to rest very well.”

You melted at her words, feeling so loved. How did she always manage to do that so easily?

“You mean it?”

She nodded, running one of her hands down your back as she scooted a little closer to you. “Absolutely, I do. So you’re not allowed to leave, okay? No slipping away.”

“Okay. I promise,” you assured her.

You smiled when she released a sigh and relaxed into you, letting herself succumb to the exhaustion she felt. She knew you’d keep an eye on her – that she was safe and cared for – and that seemed to be the missing puzzle piece for her.

After just a couple of minutes of being in your presence, she was finally able to fully wind down; you felt it in the way that her breathing evened out and the tension in her muscles dissipated.

The throbbing of her head mellowed, no longer unbearable. You were comfortable and easy to melt into, serving as the perfect distraction from the pain. With every gentle kiss you pressed to her skin and every pass your fingers made through her hair, she took another step towards the edge of sleep.

A little later, as you went to ask her if the pills had helped any, you were halted by the sound of her soft snores. They filled the air of the bedroom around you, making it impossible to hide your grin.

So precious.

Her “Giving” Love Languages Ranked:

1.) Physical Touch

2.) Quality Time

3.) Acts of Service

4.) Words of Affirmation

5.) Gifts

Honestly she's pretty much the human embodiment of all five of them put together. She will quite literally do anything to make you happy. Always, always, always watching out for you.

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Sua

LOVES IT, ARE YOU KIDDING??

She never gets tired of your touch, and she really enjoys being with someone as clingy as she is

When you both get excited about something, it gets so loud and wild

High pitched laughing, yelling, jumping around, squealing… the whole nine yards

On the rare occasion that she’s busy doing something and not actively seeking affection or already clinging to you, you’ll initiate things. It goes straight to her head and she doesn’t shut up about it for the rest of the day. Gloats and brags about how cute and cuddly you are for her

But it also tends to make her blushy and flustered, and you're the only person capable of doing that.

She says you’re the only one who really understands her and her ways of showing love

Although she hides it well, sometimes she’s afraid that she does too much and annoys other people with her affection. But you’re always there to reassure her of the opposite (because you’re just like her)

Squishes your cheeks a lot and gushes about how cute you are

She protects you and your cuteness with her life.

If anyone ever brushes you off or rejects your affection, she'll sweep you up in her arms and hold you close while yelling at them for it

Sometimes she'll literally just lay on you. She's a firm believer that being "too close" is simply impossible

Plays with your hair when you're cuddling

When you’re walking together she usually slips a hand into your back pocket and keeps it there because she loves your ass so much

She loves it when you show affection in public, whether that’s by holding her close, pressing sweet kisses to her lips, holding hands, etc. Knowing that you’re proud of your love for her and you aren’t afraid to own it or show it makes her happy

She also really enjoys it when you show her off

Play fighting is basically a daily occurrence for you. She chooses violence at least once a day

Despite the fact that she can be super aggressive and loud with her affection, she’s also equally as soft for you

Like when you’re all snuggled up in bed and waiting on her, she’ll just admire you from the doorway and smile to herself

Morning cuddles are a must for her. She never wants to get up when you’re at her side because you’re just so soft and warm and holding you is so comforting

She loves the way the two of you fit together

You’re her assistant chef whenever she cooks for everyone. She trusts you to try all of her creations and help her fix everything

That also definitely includes back hugs and a few kiss breaks because the sight of you in an apron drives her a little crazy

“Can you be on my menu tonight?” *wiggles eyebrows*

You’ve always made her feel safe, and she’s never afraid to be herself around you. You appreciate and accept all of her – every insecurity and perfect imperfection included

Story Snippet

The day’s taping of Show Champion was coming to an end as you snuck your way into the girls’ dressing room, aided by one of the backstage workers that was privy to your plans. She helped you hide within one of the closets and wished you luck before leaving just as inconspicuously as she had arrived.

10 Minutes Later

You nearly cracked your head on the back wall when the seven of them burst into the room, loudly conversing and joking with one another. The stems of the flowers in your hand squeaked together quietly, almost as a silent plea for release as you unconsciously tightened your hold on them.

From what sliver of the room you could see through the doors, all of the girls still had wide smiles on their faces. They were exhausted, sure, but happy and content with how the evening was going.

Well, all but one.

Garbled bits and pieces of their conversations made their way over to you as you watched Sua sit down at one of the mirrored stations, putting some distance between herself and the other girls. She took out her phone and began scrolling soon after, most likely as a means of distraction.

Your heart ached a little at the sight. You knew she was feeling down – the girls had told you as much, through texts – but seeing it happen right in front of you made it all the more real.

For the past week and a half, your busy schedules had combined to form the most awful amalgamation of missed opportunities; anytime one of you happened to be free, even for a short while, the other was booked for some important task that was incapable of being canceled or otherwise wormed out of.

All of the girls had missed you, but Sua was the one most affected by your absence – and everyone knew it.

Her spirits had been low, and her normal vibrancy was diminished; it was strange, frankly – a little dystopian – for her to be so unlike herself. The girls depended on her chaotic energy to keep things running smoothly; their dynamic was simply thrown off without it.

But Sua couldn’t even find it in herself to bother entertaining their banter, let alone join in. She didn’t have it in her to keep up with them today.

Although the sight of her so dejected was upsetting, it made a small smile show on your lips; you would be able to cheer her up in no time, and the 180 that she would undergo would undoubtedly make all of the waiting she’d done be worth it.

You counted down silently, wanting to time your entrance perfectly.

3…2…1-

Just as your free hand went to push the door open and kick off your big reveal, your cell phone began to ring in your pocket.

You faltered, fumbling quickly to retrieve it. Sua’s contact image shined brightly, cutting through the dark around you.

The outside world went silent – everyone quickly hushing up at the sudden noise.

You shut your eyes in defeat, sliding up on the green button, while simultaneously opening the door with your foot.

“Surprise.” You said into the phone, locking eyes with her from across the room.

Silence prevailed… one beat, two…. Until the earlier chaos returned with even more spirit than before.

Shouts of your name rang out from the girls, staccato and shocked as they attempted to figure out how you had managed to get there. Sua, on the other hand, didn’t bother with that; she ran up to you, her face lighting up like an eager child’s as you emerged from the closet and turned your phone off. You slipped the device into your pocket and extended the flowers to her.

“Hi, baby,” you grinned, “I finally convinced my boss to let me have a day off, and now I’m he—”

She cut you off at once, wrapping her arms around you at the speed of light and pulling you into the tightest hug you’d ever experienced. What remained of your explanation fizzled out in an instant, knocked from your lungs right along with all the air you had left.

The bouquet fell from your hands when she picked you up and wiggled you around in the air. Your shoes slightly brushed the ground between sways, and you groaned.

“Can’t…breathe…” You struggled out, constricted as she squeezed the life out of you.

Her arms only further tightened around you in response, full of days and days worth of pent up affection with no other place to go.

“Unnie, let go!” Dami scolded, coming up to slap her shoulder. “Y/N/N isn't going anywhere.”

Mere seconds before you went fully limp in her arms, your assailant – AKA the love of your life – put you back down on your feet and took a small step back to look at you.

Glorious, glorious air returned to your lungs in a rush, and you heaved for a brief moment or two. Once your vision returned and the floating spots that had been clouding it retreated, you blinked a few times and turned your attention to Sua.

A cute pout rested on her lips. “I’m sorry, jagi,” she muttered, the words partially aegyo-fied, but the glint in her eye told you that she wasn’t all that sorry at all. “I’ve just missed you so much.”

Wordlessly, you pulled her in close and hugged her again. She could feel the happy upturn of your lips against her neck as you buried your face there, just as relieved as she was to be reunited.

“I’ve missed you, too.” You whispered to her, pressing a kiss to her pulsepoint, and then her jaw, and finally her cheek.

She blushed wildly, growing increasingly more red by the second; the girls noticed, and their exaggerated coos and whoops soon filled the dressing room. When she turned to glare at them, hoping to scare them into silence, she quickly discovered that her typical method of intimidation wasn’t going to work in bringing their teasing to an end this time.

In the name of retribution, she delivered a retaliatory shove to your shoulder instead.

“Yah! We’re finally back together and you have to go embarrassing me right off the bat?” She scolded, voice shrill. “Pabo–”

You placed your lips against hers swiftly, kissing away her anger before it could accrue anymore firepower. Your arms wrapped around her waist, tugging her flush against the front of your body.

She still attempted to mumble an annoyed protest against your lips, but when you grinned and pinched her side, she gave in and melted into your embrace, scoffing quietly.

…

Dami grimaced as she stood in front of the girls, witnessing you kiss again. Sua shamelessly pushed you up against the closet, acting as though they all weren’t a matter of steps away from the both of you.

The bouquet rested in Dami’s hands, courtesy of her earlier retrieval of it from the floor.

“Should I…”

“Just leave it,” Yoohyeon answered abruptly, sharing a similar expression.

Dami nodded and placed it down on the couch before they all backed away and made a bee-line out of the dressing room, pretending to gag.

Her “Giving” Love Languages Ranked:

1.) Physical Touch

2.) Acts of Service

3.) Quality Time

4.) Words of Affirmation

5.) Gifts

Obviously, she’s first and foremost the best at demonstrating her love physically. Like the universal master of it. But aside from that, her strong suit is taking care of you. It comes naturally, and she can almost always be found doing something to make life that much easier on you. Cooking your favorite dishes when you’re hungry, nursing you back to health when you’re sick, being your shoulder to cry on, pulling your hair up when your hands are occupied, etc.

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Siyeon

Couldn’t be happier. She absolutely loooooves being close to you

She could cuddle you for hours on end

Maybe even forever

She rubs your back when she's holding you, tracing mindless patterns against your skin. Having you close is so special to her

Sings to you, sometimes coming up with new material on the fly. You’re her muse, after all, so it’s easy with you around

When things get too hectic and hard for her to deal with, you’re always by her side in a heartbeat

You can read her like a book, and she’s so grateful for that

She thanks her lucky stars on the daily for the fact that she found you in this great big world

When you seek comfort from her and retreat into the safety of her arms, she gets so protective of you. You could simply be evading the wind on a chilly day and she’ll lowkey yell at it to leave you alone while she holds you against her.

She bought you matching rings for your anniversary one year, and when she zones out she always has a habit of toying with yours and playing with your fingers.

Sometimes you all even zone out together (#CoupleGoals)

She pinches your elbow and the back of your hands a lot

When you go full koala mode and just latch onto her and refuse to let go, she gets so happy. It makes her slow down and just revel in the simplicity of your touch, appreciating every second she gets to spend with you (because your schedules don’t always align, and sometimes it can be difficult to have free time like that)

You’re basically her stress reliever. When you’re holding her, nothing else matters

And once you start cuddling, don’t expect her to let you get away without a fight. If you say you want a snack, she’s not afraid to pick you up and carry you into the kitchen just so she can be with you that much longer

“Baby, I’m not gonna drop you. I promise. Have some faith in your wolfie.”

Like Sua, she enjoys PDA. Not anything extreme, of course, but she likes it when you let people know that she’s yours and you’re hers. It helps prevent her from getting jealous (which happens sometimes, but a kiss from you usually solves that)

She’s seriously down bad for you and whipped in a major way. A single touch is powerful enough to make her weak in the knees

Our wolfie is totally *heart eyes* for you

Story Snippet

Siyeon's legs intertwined with yours as you laid down on top of her, pressing her into the couch. She tugged you in, urging you ever-closer as her warm hands settled against your hips. Her thumbs rubbed circles there, soft through the material of your shirt.

The musky scent of her perfume wafted into the air with her movements; it comforted you, putting you even more at ease. Your brain had long ago associated and equated that smell with home.

She smiled brightly, peering up at you with her dark eyes as she giggled at some random joke you had just made. You always knew just what to say to make her laugh.

"You're so beautiful, jagi," you praised, brushing a strand of hair out of her face.

"You think so?" She played, batting her lashes.

"More than you'll ever know. I'm the luckiest person alive," you mused.

The blush on her cheeks spread, becoming more prominent as it flitted its way across the bridge of her nose. She turned her head slightly to the side, briefly glancing away; she felt small beneath your gaze. You always looked at her like she was the most valuable thing in the universe; it made her shy.

"You're such a smooth talker," she groaned.

You chuckled and leaned down, kissing her cheek. Your lips trailed over to hers, ghosting softly across her flawless skin as they pressed a few stray kisses here and there along the way.

Her eyes fluttered shut the moment your lips met, fitting together as if they were created for that sole purpose. The vanilla balm smoothed across hers was partially smudged and wiped off – a result of the earlier kisses you couldn’t refrain from stealing, when the two of you had first lost interest in the movie you were watching. Its flavor remained, though, just as enticing as always.

Inconspicuously slipped beneath your shirt, her fingers curled slightly along the small of your back – where her hands had now come to settle. She drew you closer, comforted by the way you felt against her. Your subsequent hum of gratitude made her melt.

The pad of your thumb made a pass over her cheek, rubbing it gently as you deepened the kiss. It stole her breath away, but she used what little she had left to gasp lightly into your mouth.

You smiled, unable to help yourself.

Stomp, stomp, stomp

Heavy, authoritarian footfalls resounded in the hallway outside of the dorm's door, gaining your attention. You curiously raised your head, and Siyeon lifted her chin to peek back at it.

A mere second later, Sua came blasting in.

"Yah! Y/N L/N!"

Shit.

"Yoohyeon told me everything," she said, striding into the middle of the room. Yoohyeon trailed after, staying at a distance as she shut the door behind herself. She was wincing, appearing to heavily regret her earlier slip up.

You raised up, pushing yourself off of Siyeon and up onto your knees. She propped herself up on an elbow, clearly intrigued and confused.

"How could you take my hoodie without telling me?" Sua shrieked, approaching you with her hands out. They gripped your collar, shaking with purpose.

"A-ah," you laughed nervously, dryly, "I was going to ask first, but I was running late this morning and had to just throw something on. My things were in the wash."

"What if something stained it? You know how much I love it."

"I would've bought you another," you promised, voice slightly strained as she tightened her grip, thus preventing you from breathing normally.

"You can't just 'buy another'! That line is discontinued now!"

"Nothing happened, though–" you sputtered. "You're worrying for nothing; I already put it back.”

Disbelief gleamed in Sua’s eyes, and when Siyeon caught a glimpse of it she sat up at once.

She knew then that your demise was imminent.

“THAT’S NOT THE POINT!” Sua bellowed, yanking you around. As she prepared to shove you backwards onto the couch and pounce, Siyeon selflessly put herself in front of you. She held her arms out, blocking you from all of the unnie’s methods of attack.

“Save yourself, Y/N! I’ll hold her off!”

“No…” you said, voice dropping dramatically as your head vehemently swayed left to right.

Amidst a slew of shoves and jabs from Sua, she nodded sadly, remaining strong. “Just go,” she begged.

Her soft cheek nuzzled against your palm as you reached forward to briefly cup it, sharing one final embrace.

“Remember me.”

“Always,” you whispered, holding back a grin at how dramatic the two of you were being.

Following a subtle signal from her, you stumbled off of the coach as she turned and tackled Sua away from you, landing on the opposite end of it. Your sock clad feet slipped and slid on the wood flooring, providing you no sense of control as you scrambled to escape with your life.

When you careened into the hallway wall, you shot a look over your shoulder; it was a horrific mistake, however, as it only awarded you the image of Sua slapping her elbow and jumping into the air before landing on Siyeon with it. A loud groan resounded around the living room, followed by Yoohyeon’s fading plea of “Unnie, no!” as you snapped your head forward again and set your sights on Jiu’s door at the end of the hall.

Your legs gave out from how quickly you attempted to kick off again, sending you to the floor.

Sua chuckled from somewhere behind you, far enough away to not pose an immediate threat, but still far too close for comfort. You pushed yourself off of the ground and sped off again, using the walls to propel yourself forward even faster.

The knob of Jiu’s door slid into your hand and twisted smoothly, pulling a sigh of relief from you – thank God it wasn’t locked. Without wasting time on knocking, you blasted in and slammed it behind yourself, void of any and all grace whatsoever.

You heaved, pressing your back to it and reaching down to lock it just as Sua’s frame collided with its other side. She had nearly gotten you – you’d made it just in the nick of time.

Jiu perked up on her bed, eyebrows raised and eyes open wide. The glow of her phone screen cast across her face and chest.

“Sua.” You explained, without having to elaborate. Her name alone validated your behavior a million times over.

The shock on Jiu’s face dissipated at once, turning to understanding.

“Sua,” she repeated, nodding.

Her “Receiving” Love Languages Ranked:

1.) Quality Time

2.) Physical Touch

3.) Words of Affirmation

4.) Acts of Service

5.) Gifts

Our big bad wolfie might have a good poker face sometimes, but we all know she isn’t all that big or bad. She’s definitely a softie at heart and loves to hear every sweet thing you have to tell her when you’re spending time together.

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Handong

Very soft about it

She adores the attention you give her, and she always enjoys having you by her side. It makes her feel important and highkey boosts her ego

Also, having you nearby makes it easy for the two of you to be (playfully) judgy together and whisper jokes without other people interfering or overhearing

Aside from that, you genuinely comfort her in a lot of ways, and when you're apart she always finds herself missing you

“You know, now I get homesick twice as much, Y/N. Half for my country, and half for you.”

Sometimes she teases you, cheekily saying that you just can't keep your hands off of her

But tbh she can’t keep her hands off you either

She’s a fan of more subtle touches, like a simple hand on the thigh beneath the table or an arm around the waist

Honestly though she also loves it when you surprise her with a spontaneous kiss (on the cheek or lips), or hug her and spin her around. It makes her blush like a madwoman, but she enjoys it – despite the playful nagging she does afterwards

You're one of the only people who can make her blush, and when you really get her good she’s out of commission for a couple minutes, unable to piece together any witty comebacks in her love-dazed mind

Once she’s regained her bearings, though, she amps up her charm in retaliation, aware that her flirting is basically your kryptonite

And it works. Practically 100% of the time.

Her bold confidence gets you just as flustered as she had been, and you typically end up hiding your face in her neck or shoving her shoulder and running away.

Enjoys PDA in the form of cuddling and kissing. Nothing too wild, but she definitely wants it to happen when you go out together. She wants people to know that you’re hers, and vice versa

Hand holding is the usual go to, or linking your arms together. Kisses, too, depending on the mood and vibe of wherever you are

You jokingly touch her muscles and brag about how strong she is, especially when she gets back from a workout

She's fond of the praise, and though she wouldn’t admit it without a fight, it makes her work a little harder to keep up her physique. Staying fit is already important to her, but the fact that you enjoy her body so much is just added encouragement. She also likes to feel powerful and like she can protect you, so it’s truly a win-win

(Though she knows you’d love her no matter what she looked like, muscles or no muscles)

She puts her head in your lap a lot as a silent way of asking you to play with her hair. It relaxes her, and she usually falls asleep in the process

When she’s feeling clingy herself, you’re the first person she goes to. You’re the only one capable of melting this ice princess

Story Snippet

(I don’t know the actual layout of the mall, so excuse any errors)

Starfield Mall – Seoul, SK

Forever Yours.

Handong peered into a glass display case, rereading the words over and over to herself. Two ruby pendants hung side by side on a rack, magnetically joined together in the middle to spell out the words.

Only when they were connected did the short message come together.

A sentimental smile made its way to her face the longer she looked at it. It would be the perfect gift for you, she decided, as she snuck a glance at you from across the store. You were occupied in the ring section, browsing through the different rows of them. The wondrous expression on your face warmed her heart.

"Sir," she called to a nearby worker quietly, so as to avoid drawing your attention. "I'd like to buy these." She motioned down to them.

He nodded and grabbed the key for the case before making his way over.

Childish, bubbly laughter carried over to your ears as you exited the store and entered the mall’s spacious third floor, where numerous kids chased one another around. Beanies rested atop many of their heads, and the fuzzy sweaters they wore engulfed their tiny frames in such an endearing way that you couldn’t help but smile.

Holiday lights gleamed all around you, strung up and wound around decorative tinsel on the storefronts and windows. They shimmered, some set on timers to flicker every now and then.

A gentle smile played on Handong’s lips when she felt the careful tug you applied to the end of her sleeve, silently asking for her hand.

She wordlessly shifted her shopping bags into her other one in order to free it up for you to hold.

Her fingers interlaced with your own immediately, assuming their rightful position for the millionth time today. She gently stroked the back of your hand with her thumb, allowing it to make a few gentle passes over your smooth skin.

Something about the way your hands fit together, so snug and perfectly balanced, made her truly believe they were created just for one another. No one else's – not a single one of the other billions in existence out there – could've ever compared to yours.

She was sure of it.

“Where should we go now?” You asked, still letting your eyes wander across the expanse of holiday decorations.

The steps you took together were relaxed, void of any rushing.

Handong pondered for a moment, racking her mind for a place nearby that would award you some much-needed privacy and quiet.

"How about that place downtown we've been wanting to try?" She suggested. "You know, close to the square?"

“Oh," you gasped lightly, remembering the quaint little restaurant that she was referring to. "That'll be perfect, jagi."

"I'm glad you agree," she quipped, leaning over to press a kiss to your temple. Your smile deepened, and when she pulled away you watched her fondly.

What glimmers of love showed on her face were soon eclipsed by something else entirely, though.

Mischief, you realized, a mere second too late.

The apples of her cheeks became prominent as her lips tugged up into a pretty smile. The kind that’s soft enough to turn you to putty, yet striking enough to light a fire in your heart. Your kryptonite – a fact she used to her advantage.

"Race you to the car!" She shrieked, already speeding off.

You didn’t even have ample time to pick up your stumbling heart, or to catch your breath.

"Dongie–"

Her bags jostled in her hands, swaying with every thundering step she took. The tread of her shoes against the linoleum echoed out, broken by a squeak when she made a turn up ahead.

You pursued her at once, bobbing and weaving through numerous people – some bewildered, others cheering you on.

Her hair whipped around as she ran, flowing in the breeze with an elegance you would never understand.

"Last one there has to pay for dinner!" She teased, glancing over her shoulder at you.

"You're going down!" You fired back, finally gaining on her.

“In your dreams!”

—-

Harvest House - Bar & Grille

“Stop sulking,” you playfully chided from across the table, not even looking up from your menu. It wasn't necessary, after all.

You could practically feel her pouting.

Handong rolled her eyes and sighed, fighting the smile that tried to work its way onto her face at the fact that you knew her so well.

She picked up her own menu and began to peruse it, comforted in a strange way by the gentle clanking of silverware and dishes that flowed throughout the restaurant. Much like your own, clusters of conversation hummed – little pockets of stories and adventures, softly recounted so as to not disrupt the others around them.

Your eyes eventually wandered back to her, simply unable to stay away for too long. They peered at her curiously, watching with adoration as she concentrated on choosing the perfect meal.

She felt you staring, and yet she stubbornly refused to look at you. It was her way of continuing to pout, and you knew it all too well.

“Dongie…”

“Hmm?” She hummed, not budging.

“Jagi…”

“Yes?” Her brow raised, and her head tilted up slightly. Not enough for her gaze to meet your own, though.

“I love you.”

There it was. That phrase that she could never not react to.

Your heart warmed as you witnessed an embarrassed tint of blush appear on her face, and the achingly sweet way her features softened as your words sunk in.

“I love you, too,” she murmured, finally peering over the top of her menu at you.

You smiled and placed a finger at the top of it, carefully tipping it down towards the table so you could see her better.

Outside lights fought one another for the chance to shine on her through the large front window that the two of you were seated beside. Every color of the rainbow gleamed, emitted from star-shaped bulbs strung up across the square.

In your peripheral, you could see the town's recently-placed Christmas tree standing tall on the other side of the street. People were taking pictures in front of it; some were large families, complete with a teen or two angstily brooding as they squeezed into the frame, and others were paired up or alone.

You turned your head briefly, glancing at them.

Their interactions were so adorably human that it brought you comfort. The patient way they waited in line for their turn in front of the tree was endearing – reminiscent of childhood as they peered up at its lights, growing excited at the sight. Parents readjusted their children's beanies and mittens, ensuring that they were well protected from the cold.

It was like a movie playing out right in front of you, reminding you of the true magic of the season. That's what it's all about.

Handong must've noticed the dreamy expression on your face, because her next words took you by surprise, making you blush.

"You're so beautiful it hurts, Y/N."

Your eyes widened in time with the upturn of your lips, and you shyly dipped your head down, avoiding her gaze.

She reached out for your hand across the table, taking it into her own with ease.

"Can I kiss you?"

A question once asked with trembling lips, during the youth of your relationship, now spoken with a sweet confidence and nonchalance that made you fall for her all over again.

It was a redundant question at best, when you so clearly would permit her to do anything she pleased. But, even still, it sent butterflies to your stomach.

You nodded, leaning forward enough to meet her halfway. She did the same without missing a beat, and before you knew it her lips were on yours.

Both of her hands came up to cup your cheeks, and she felt you grin at the change.

She didn't understand why, in that moment, but she would soon.

Inconspicuously, you retrieved something from your pocket.

As you kissed her again, making it count in the name of keeping her distracted, she felt something being wrapped and fastened around her left wrist. It was small and thin, lightweight against her skin.

Her brows furrowed lightly.

You pulled back after a moment with a knowing, anticipatory look on your face. The way it lit your features up made Handong’s heart skip a beat.

Curious, she peered down to catch a glimpse of what it was.

Polaris. A sterling silver, beautiful little bracelet with Polaris shimmering in the center.

"Turn it over," you instructed, still grinning.

She did as you said and found a personalized message engraved into the material.

"Everlasting Love", it read, written in Chinese characters.

Her lips parted in shock. "When did you…"

"A few days ago, when you went out with Gahyeon. She offered to help keep you distracted so you wouldn't find out."

"Y/N…" she sighed blissfully, shaking her head in disbelief. "How do you keep getting even more perfect?"

You smiled again, rolling your eyes.

"Shush," you tutted. "I'm just glad you like it."

"Jagi, I don't like it. I love it. This means the world to me; especially coming from you. Thank you."

She leaned forward to kiss you again, but this time her lips pressed to your cheek instead. She felt the heat there, exposing your shyness at her praise.

So precious.

Her own gift for you was practically burning a hole in the pocket of her coat by now, and she decided at once that it was time for you to receive it.

As she sat back and reached towards where the material hung across the back of her chair, you simply watched her with sweet curiosity.

You weren't expecting anything in return for the present.

You were clueless to her plan, and yet, that made it all the more special.

As she retrieved the box and held it out between you, finally opening it, you gasped quietly. A small treasure, discovered at last.

Her side of it peeked from beneath the cover of her shirt, daring to shimmer.

She carefully took it out of the box and held it up, watching it catch the lights around you.

"Now we'll always have a piece of each other, no matter where we are," she mused, linking it with her side.

As it clicked into place, her eyes met your own.

Her “Giving” Love Languages Ranked:

1.) Gifts

2.) Physical Touch

3.) Quality Time

4.) Acts of Service

5.) Words of Affirmation

She spoils you every time the opportunity presents itself. CEO of Rich GF™ vibes. According to her, you deserve every single good thing that the world has to offer; so it’s really a no-brainer to her that you should be able to find something new wrapped up and waiting to be opened when you visit her. Anytime you mention needing or wanting something – even just offhandedly – she makes sure that it eventually ends up being yours.

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Yoohyeon

She loves it. There’s absolutely no doubt about it

We see how she is during interviews (always holding onto the members in some way and wanting to be near one of them), and that trait is no different when it comes to you

She always wants to be connected in some way, whether that's holding hands, linking pinkies or arms when you're walking together, piggyback rides, back hugs, etc.

Honestly she’s just as affectionate as you

She hates being away from you. She lives for your touches and kisses

And just your presence in general, really. She’s totally whipped for you

Being held by you always comforts her

And anytime you kiss her forehead or cheek? *earth-shattering squeal*

Hides her face in the crook of your neck when she gets shy

Despite her tendency to get embarrassed, she never turns down PDA from you. She enjoys the sentiment behind you letting everyone know that she’s yours (as if they had any doubts, with the way she was practically tethered to you at all times)

She sneaks into your bed when she can’t sleep

If that’s not an option, she’ll call you on the phone to hear your voice (and she ends up falling asleep with you still on the other end like 99% of the time)

“No, baby, I’m still awake."

{...}

*snoring*

You're her partner in crime. The girls lowkey tease you for it and say you're joined at the hip

Whenever Sua ends up chasing her around she always runs to you, seeking safety in your arms. You take your duties as a human shield very serious

Sometimes you team up with her enemy, though, and the three of you end up fighting and wrestling like a bunch of five year olds. She acts betrayed, but once a truce is called she’s in your arms again in less than a second

Tours are honestly difficult for both of you, for a multitude of reasons. But in particular, Yoohyeon gets grumpy when she goes an extended amount of time without proper cuddling from you. The members offer themselves up to fill in and keep WWIII from breaking out, but she swears up and down that they simply can’t compare

So, anytime you’re reunited after time apart, expect to be tackled to the ground or go careening into the nearest piece of furniture as she clumsily flings herself at you

She loves lazy days with you. Laying around and just relaxing together is one of her favorite pastimes

She usually acts childish and whines whenever you pull away, even if it’s just to go to the restroom or something

Anytime she decides to start gaming, you wait on standby…

…and when she eventually loses a match, you're there to hug her and make it all better

She swears up and down that you're her good luck charm. So most of the time you end up sitting at her side and watching as she plays

You’re her number one fan

And she’s yours, always and forever

Story Snippet

DC Dorm – 11:49 PM

A brochure suddenly smacked against your face, opened to a glossy middle page as Yoohyeon's body collapsed onto yours in a heap.

She had run from her bed to the living room, unable to keep her recent discovery to herself.

"Can I help you?" You asked sarcastically, cradling your sore nose.

She pushed herself up into a sitting position and apologized for her clumsiness at once.

After you forgave her, she flipped back to the announcement she'd seen in the booklet.

It read:

"Thundering Heights Amusement Park – Grand Opening: July 7th"

An address was listed at the bottom of the page, and you realized it was just outside of the city. Maybe a twenty minute drive or so at most.

"Will you go with me?" She asked, hope shining in her dark eyes. They almost twinkled, like a kid's on Christmas. "It looks like so much fun."

You pretended to debate for a moment, enjoying the tease. She tugged at your shirt, pouting as you made her wait.

"Sure, jagi. I'd love to–”

She tackled you down onto the loveseat and peppered hundreds of kisses across your face, her hands cupping your cheeks to keep you in place for her onslaught.

"Thank…" kiss, "you," kiss kiss, "baby." Kiss kiss kiss.

You giggled and squirmed a little beneath her, taking the affection as it came.

—----

Opening Day

As usual, she was right.

The day was off to a great start by all accounts, and you were convinced you had never smiled as much in your entire life as you had that morning.

The sun was out, providing plenty of pretty views for you to admire together as you walked your way through the park. It livened up everything that it touched – made the trees’ green leaves a little more vibrant, the flowers a little brighter. The warmth of it wrapped around you like a hug, settling into the fibers of your clothes and staying put.

An occasional breeze blew in, mild yet so necessary as it balanced out that heat. It lifted the ends of Yoohyeon's hair, caressing them gently as she took in all of the sights around her. You walked beside her in tandem, simply admiring her. Admittedly, nothing else managed to capture your attention in the way that she did.

She caught you staring on more than one occasion and shyly scolded you each and every time, but you simply couldn’t help yourself. If there was one thing you’re sure of in life, it’s that she was created to be adored. Plain and simple.

Later

“Let’s go again!” She bellowed, jumping around on her sneaker-clad feet. Adrenaline coursed through her, making her jittery from residual excitement.

Much the opposite, you were bent over the nearest railing, just outside of the exit for the ride. Your stomach churned, deciding on whether or not it wanted to upturn itself.

“I can’t,” you groaned, holding your head. “I need something to drink first. And an hour long break.”

She tsked at you disappointedly, but appeared at your side a few seconds later nonetheless. Her hand rubbed the small of your back in soothing circles, easing you through your queasy-ness.

Once it subsided, you uprighted yourself and looked at her. Something behind you caught her eye, and when she met your gaze again a small smile tugged at her lips.

“I know just the thing to make you feel better.” She booped your nose lovingly, reaching down to grab your hand and tug you along for the millionth time today.

15 Minutes Later

A sunhat rested atop your head, its brim droopy to block out the now-harsh rays that the Sun had to offer. The strap beneath your chin was pulled tight to ensure it didn’t fall off or blow away. You felt like you looked ridiculous, but she had insisted that you wear it.

…so you did.

You held a mini handheld fan up in front of your face, listening to the quiet brrr of its motor as it worked hard to cool you down.

Yoohyeon stood in front of a slushy stand in the middle of the park’s food court, where she had just ordered and paid for your drinks. Two workers were inside, doing their best to keep things running smoothly.

After another minute or so, one of them handed the refreshments over to her, smiling kindly and thanking her once more. She reciprocated and left, quickly returning to your side.

“Here you go,” she chirped, handing over your favorite flavor. “They’re nice and cold.”

“Phew,” you sighed, relieved. “I was worried they might’ve gotten hot on the way over. You know, since they’re made of ice.”

She smacked your shoulder in retaliation to your sarcasm.

“Yah! Don’t act like I won’t eat yours, too.” She pointed a finger at you, jabbing you in the chest a couple times to solidify her point.

“Ouch, tough crowd,” you feigned hurt, putting a hand atop the impact zones and rubbing the ache away.

Though she fought hard, she couldn’t entirely conceal the grin on her face. So instead she busied her lips with her straw, drawing it between them to take a long sip.

You mirrored her actions, appreciating the fact that she knew and remembered your favorite order. It made you fall for her a little more, though you didn’t see how that was humanly possible.

Content and now more energized, the two of you fell in step again. Yoohyeon began to discuss the next section of rides for you to conquer, and what the quickest route to get there was. She babbled rapidly – far too fast for you to keep up – so you opted to just smile and nod, still sipping on your drink.

You both knew you’d follow her wherever she went and do whatever she asked of you regardlessly, and you were aware that her ranting kept her happy.

So you threw in the occasional “Oh, really?” and “No way!” to keep her going. It worked; eagerly, she continued.

The happy moment was soon cut short, however, as life suddenly took on a cinematic, almost slow-motion haze right before your very eyes.

Yoohyeon turned to look over at you, meaning to tell you that the trolley was your best bet at making it across the park in a timely manner, when you both rounded an ill-fated corner.

A welcome sign was propped in front of a shop's side door, directly in her path.

Before you had ample time to react and stop her, she ran into it, tripping and being sent through the air before subsequently landing on top of the now-toppled sign with a harsh clack. The puppy-ear headband she had on jolted, its two brightly colored springs bouncing in opposite directions after colliding with one another. Her cup fell from her hand, too, getting crushed in the process.

You winced, tensing up instinctively. Oh no. She'd surely die of embarrassment. You could see the beginning stages of it unfolding as she hid her face, already blushing profusely.

So, thinking on your feet, you knew you had to act fast to prevent her demise. If you could stand in the way of her arrival at an early grave, you planned to do it. One rule that you live by played in your head: you're in it together. Where she goes, you go.

Including the ground, apparently.

Without hesitation, you rocketed yourself forward, tripping yourself over your own foot and sending yourself crashing to the pavement that waited below.

The slushie in your hand exploded upon impact, erupting into a fruity blitz that shot off in a hundred different directions. Some got on you as well, immediately trying its hand at staining the fabric of your shirt. Your fan dinked off the ground, too, getting scuffed up as its motor came to a sputtering stop.

Your hat jostled, no longer sitting in its proper place.

"Oww!" You shouted, both a little over-dramatic and real. Though the cause itself may have been intentional, the fall definitely didn't get the memo. The front of your body ached, having absorbed the shock first and taken the brunt of the damage.

"Who puts a sign in a place like that?!" You lamented.

You rolled over, squinting as the blazing sun shined down on you. You squirmed a little, still suffering from having the wind knocked out of you.

Yoohyeon groaned and pushed herself up into a sitting position at your side. She peered over at you, concerned, but your antics told her that you would be okay. After all, if you had hurt yourself too badly you wouldn't have been able to yell like that.

But making such a spectacle of yourself had clearly worked, because the people passing by all looked at you, rather than her. Their attention was successfully drawn away, and you smiled. At least the pain wasn't for nothing.

"Are you alright, jagi?" You asked her, turning your head to gaze up at her.

She scooted forward and put a hand up, shielding your eyes from the Sun in lieu of your hat. The shadow she created held the light at bay, allowing you to stop squinting.

"My ego's dead, but other than that, yes."

“Good.” You said, relieved. “Wait– not good about the ego thing! I- You know what I mean.”

She chuckled at that, though the sound eventually morphed into a soft grunt of pain. Happy pain, though. The kind that you feel later on down the road and recall the memories of.

“And you?” She asked. “Is my knight in shining armor going to live?”

You nodded, winking at her. “I think I’ll pull through.”

“Good,” she reused your word. “Because if we’re gonna make it through the rest of the park today, we need to get a move on.” She glanced down at her watch quickly. “We should have enough time to get a replacement slushie…” she eyed both of your previous ones, where they laid nearby. With haste, she leaned over to grab their trashed containers, “...and then catch the trolley. But we’ve got to hurry.”

You sighed defeatedly as she sprang up and dusted herself off, like nothing had happened. It was a good quality to have, though, for someone as clumsy as her. She balanced herself out. Uncoordinated yet resilient. It was almost poetic.

What wasn’t poetic, though, was the unceremonious way she hauled you up to your feet, all in one motion.

You barely had a second to catch your breath, or wheeze, or curse into the afternoon air before she was pulling you along at the speed of light again, all of her embarrassment forgotten and instead replaced with excitement once more.

Her “Receiving” Love Languages Ranked:

1.) Physical Touch

2.) Words of Affirmation

3.) Quality Time

4.) Acts of Service

5.) Gifts

Yoohyeon is prone to embarrass herself, and her insecurities sometimes tend to show themselves as a result. She also has an unfortunate habit of overthinking; but a simple and easy way to remedy that at any given moment is through physical touch and sweet words of reassurance. They never fail to comfort her and restore that confidence that you love so much.

◤─────•~❉᯽❉~•─────◥

Dami

Dami isn't always the biggest fan of physical touch, but she makes an exception for you

She's grown quite fond of your ways of showing love

Especially because you respect her boundaries and don't overload her with it all of the time

The girls jokingly complain about the fact that your affection never gets rejected by her like theirs does sometimes

You're usually the one to initiate things, but she also surprises you sometimes by beating you to it

You l o v e when she does that because it just shows that she's willing to step outside of her comfort zone to convey her feelings for you

She usually gives you back hugs and puts her head on your shoulder

Slips in little touches throughout the day

Also loves to hold your hand

If it's chilly out and she notices your hands are cold, she'll slip one of her heating packs into them without you even having to ask

Piggy back rides

Lets you poke her cheeks and toy with them

She bought a pair of touch lamps for the both of you, so when she’s away and missing you she can touch hers and yours will light up. It’s a subtle reminder that she loves you and that you’re on her mind

Gives you her jacket when it’s cold out and holds the door for you

You've made her more comfortable with physicality, honestly, and she finds herself missing it when your schedules keep you away from each other

If you get overcome with emotion and give her a spontaneous kiss or cuddle, she ends up blushing every time, without fail

Sometimes she becomes the clingy one and wraps you up in her arms, not letting you go until she’s satisfied

“Let’s stay just like this, jagi.”

Soft hours

But any other time, when it’s you who’s being clingy, it’s really endearing to her to see you visibly waiting to touch her and attack her with a flurry of affection. You hold back long enough to get permission, but the second that she gives you the green light you’re basically pouncing on her

Whenever she reads, she invites you to snuggle up with her. She typically ends up absentmindedly toying with your hair, or stroking your arm, or pressing a few kisses to the top of your head, too

Just like her, her love is subtle and quiet most of the time. But it’s endless, and it’s always there

She loves you to the moon and back and is willing to do just about anything to see you smile

Story Snippet

DC Dorm – Dami's Room

Snowflakes fell outside in droves, heavy and thick as they added to the masses that had already accumulated on the ground over the past few hours. Biting winds blasted by occasionally, reminding everyone of just how frigid it was. They caused a branch to knock into the window of Dami’s room, scraping it lightly.

Ever since your arrival in the afternoon, it had been like this; as you spent time gathered with the girls and enjoying yourself by the fireplace, nature had been gearing up for a full-blown blizzard.

Aware of this, they all insisted that you spend the night at the dorm and just return home once the conditions were safer.

It didn't take much to convince you, truth be told. Their company was far too enjoyable to turn down, and you didn’t have any desire to head back to your empty apartment anytime soon, anyway.

So now, in the wake of a movie-marathon, multiple games of drunken charades, and escaping the tight clutch of a sleeping Sua, you stood in front of Dami's dresser, bent at the waist as you sifted through the drawer that she had directed you to.

Through the speakers of her phone, a soft piano melody ambled out, basking the room in a comfortable, easy-going ambience.

"Pick whichever one you want, baby," she called, glancing up briefly from her book as she flipped the page she had just finished. The texture of it – a little rough, unsmoothed – made a scratching sound as it rubbed against the one behind it.

"Really? Even the–"

"Yes, Y/N/N, even that one." She interrupted, amused. "I washed it yesterday because I figured you'd want to wear it." You could hear the grin in her words.

Eagerly, you continued searching through the hoodies until you finally found the one you were after. It held a title unlike any other. None of the rest even held a candle to it.

Why was it so special?

Because you bought it for her during a birthday trip last year, and it was the coziest thing in existence.

Oh, and it was also panda themed. Dami in hoodie form.

With a triumphant smile, you unfolded it and thrust it up into the air, showing it off. Dami watched from the bed, smiling softly to herself at the cute sight.

You slipped it over your head and pulled it down across your body, allowing the cozy material to engulf you. Two rounded ears sat atop the hood, and they bounced lightly when you tugged it up onto your head. The grin on your face deepened when you reached up to feel their fluffiness.

“You’re so cute,” she mused, far too interested in you to pay attention to her book anymore. Her finger rested between its pages, keeping her place marked as she openly admired you.

“Yah,” you scolded softly, lacking malice. You could feel your cheeks and ears warming up as a result of her compliment, and it made you shy.

“Thank you,” you added quietly, glancing away.

She bit her lip and shook her head, completely enamored. How could a person be so adorable?

“Come here,” she commanded, when she noticed you playing with the ends of the sleeves mindlessly. The inconspicuous (yet totally obvious) way you peeked back at her let her know that you wanted to be closer.

Hope shined in your eyes as you padded over like a puppy, and when she tossed her book to the end of the bed and filled her hands with you instead, you nearly swooned. She tugged you in by the waist, sending you sideways onto the bed.

A second later, she was hovering over top of you; her soft hair cascaded down around the two of you, blocking out the rest of the world like a privacy curtain. You met her dark eyes briefly, highlighted by the bits of lamplight that peeked through, shining on the two of you. But her gaze soon dropped lower, landing on your mouth – which she’d been dying to feel against her own all day.

“I’m so happy you’re here,” she admitted, before leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your lips. It was sweet and warm, just like her. “You made today so fun.”

“Yeah?” You grinned lazily, basking in the warmth that her body radiated. “I’d have to say that you made the day fun,” you opposed. “I mean, come on; when you saved us from losing that third round of charades with your last-second guess? That was gold.”

She nodded, pursing her lips as she recalled that victorious moment. “You do have a point there…”

“Or when you saved Jiu from getting whacked by a blindfolded Yoohyeon during our ‘What’s In The Box’ game? That deserved some kind of award.”

Her features pulled into a grimace at the memory. “I don’t know if she would’ve recovered, honestly. What do you think? Concussion? Short coma?”

Your hands trailed up to the back of her neck and gently settled there – fingers interlocking as you took a second to consider her question. She shivered slightly at the sensation, nearly tickled when you absentmindedly toyed with the baby hairs at her nape.

“Mmm, definitely a concussion,” you frowned, feigning seriousness until the sudden sound of Dami’s laughter cut through the quiet, bringing out your own.

She rested her forehead against yours as your combined giggles filled the air, completely and utterly happy. They were genuine and natural – a little sleepy, a little unpolished – and that warmed your heart.

Seeing her like that made you fall that much more in love. She shined brighter than moonlight, starlight, sunlight – all of it. You wanted to stay wrapped within the bounds of this perfect moment forever.

“I mean it, though,” she affirmed softly, like some kind of shy confession finally given voice to, once your laughter died down into quiet chuckles. "Things wouldn't have been the same without you here."

Yet another one of her ways of saying ‘I love you’ without actually uttering the words.

“I know,” you nodded, brushing the tip of your nose against hers a few times. You could feel her melt into you at the contact.

“I love you, too.”

Her “Giving” Love Languages Ranked:

1.) Acts of Service

2.) Quality Time

3.) Words of Affirmation

4.) Gifts

5.) Physical Touch

What she struggles to show physically, she makes up for in other ways. She’ll do favors, dote on you without you even having to ask, make you food if you’re hungry, leave encouraging post-it notes on your things if you’re in need of reassurance and support… the list is endless. It’s how she shows all of the love she has for you; she’s a fantastic listener and always pays close attention to you, and she thinks it’s easier and more convenient to demonstrate her love this way. The little things mean everything to her.

◤─────•~❉᯽❉~•─────◥

Gahyeon

Enjoys it a lot. Your presence alone is comforting to her, so she’s really happy to have you nearby

When you link your arm through hers and cuddle into her side, she falls a little more in love with you. She does it to you often, too

Whenever you kiss her in front of the girls, she tends to get shy. (Mainly because of their relentless teasing). But she never turns you down

She loves having your attention on her.

And she'll pout in order to get it

Like Sua, she tends to get a little loud and aggressive with her love

Will literally whine and cover her eyes when you walk into the room because she says you look too good for her to handle

She loves to sit on your lap (and have you sit on hers as well)

Puts her head on your shoulder a lot

Holds onto the end of your sleeve and tugs it when she wants your attention

She lets you play with her hair and style it however you want

One time you managed to make it defy gravity, and she still hasn't lived that down at the dorm. The girls said she looked like an alien

Whenever you’re just lounging around together and scrolling on your phones, you both still like to be connected in some way. So she’ll usually pull your legs across her lap, or even lay between them. (It makes it even easier for her to show you something interesting or funny that she stumbles across)

She knows she can get her way with you really easily because you’re a total pushover for her. All she has to do is pout or give you a kiss and you’re like putty in her hands

That’s one of her favorite traits about you. Both because she thinks it’s adorable, and also because she can exploit it (big brain Gahyeon)

“Pretty please? I promise to buy you more candy in the morning if you just let me have this last one now.”

{......}

"...or we can share it, if you'd rather."

You make her feel powerful and important, and that’s priceless to her

She loves when you get protective over her. There’s something about that side of you in particular that really does something to her

Whenever she’s busy or away on tour, expect lots of pictures and videos from her at odd hours. The time difference doesn’t stop her from messaging you when she can

Also, sleepy voice messages when she’s laying awake and having trouble sleeping

Whenever you reunite, she’s yelling and running into your waiting arms

Story Snippet

“Yah, how much longer are we going to be out here?” Gahyeon whined, her breath turning white in the chilly atmosphere that surrounded the eight of you. It floated away gently, catching her attention for a brief second as she lagged behind everyone else.

Exploring the city and shopping had gotten boring for her about two hours ago, and quite frankly she was over it at this point.

Heading the group with Jiu, you stopped and turned around to look at her. The brochure in your hands lowered, no longer your top priority.

“What’s wrong, Gah?”

She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she scuffed the bottom of her shoe against the ground, twisting it into a rut that existed in the weathered cobblestone. Her hands flexed into fists at her sides, toying with the handles of the shopping bags that were nestled against her palms.

“I’m cold,” she finally said, voice small as a pout played on her lips. She looked away when everyone’s attention fell to her. Admittedly, she felt a little childish for making everyone stop. The weather was simply starting to get to her, and she was tired.

But being the maknae meant she had every right to be babied, after all, so she didn’t feel too guilty.

You rolled your eyes and smiled softly, shaking your head. “Jiu, will you take over? Let’s go to that restaurant I showed you earlier.”

“The historic one?” She asked, clarifying.

You nodded. “It used to be a royal building, so it’s pretty massive. And there’s a fireplace there fit to match, so…” you trailed off, glancing again at Gahyeon. Her pout deepened a little at you, exaggerating.

“Sounds great,” Jiu smiled warmly. “Let’s get going.”

The girls all resumed their walking after that, conversing with one another and taking in the surrounding sights of the city as Jiu flipped open to the brochure’s walking map and led the way. You let them pass you, waiting for Gahyeon to catch up.

Her nose was red, and the fuzzy muffs on her ears had fallen from their proper place. Her shoulders sagged dramatically, making her look truly spent.

You had to bite back a laugh.

“Here, baby,” you offered, reaching out to take the bags from her. She gave them without any further prompting, and you quickly slid them onto your arms, allowing them to rest in the crook of your elbow. You resituated her earmuffs next, and pressed a small kiss to the tip of her chilly nose.

“Better?”

Her head shook in protest, stumping you.

“Not yet.”

She stepped forward, just a breath away, and slipped her hands into the pockets of your hoodie. They balled in the material and tugged you closer, nearly making you stumble into her at the unexpected action.

“Let’s stay like this, just for a second. Let me warm up a bit,” she smiled mischievously, leaning in enough to brush her nose with yours. Her fingers wrapped around the warmers that were tucked away in your pockets, reveling in the soothing heat that they provided.

You reached in, too, covering her delicate hands so that the cold didn’t have a chance to touch them. She hummed happily, tilting her head to the side to press a thankful kiss to your lips. She giggled quietly against them, pleased to have gotten her way.

The night sky was bright above you, illuminated by the moon as it showered down its speckled starlight in a way that seemed intimate, like it was meant just for the two of you. Your own personal glimpse of the cosmos. It provided comfort, reminding you of home. Of all of those late nights in Korea, when you would sneak outside with Gahyeon for some fresh air, talking about any and everything your sleepy minds could come up with until the delirium set in and you had to amble your way back up to bed.

Even here and now, in a foreign country that seemed lightyears away from that place, shimmers of those moments could be found. They gleamed in Gahyeon’s sweet eyes – hundreds of potential experiences and conversations just waiting to happen. It was meaningful, to say the least, and you were beyond happy that fate had allowed you to be here with all of them.

You kissed her cheek before pulling away enough to look at her.

“I love you–”

Both of you laughed together at the coincidence, your shoulders lifting and falling lightly. The smile on her face was precious, reminiscent of a fox’s. You studied her for a moment, just taking her in and committing everything to memory.

“We should probably get going,” she said, still grinning, though she made no move to actually leave. Her gaze dropped to your lips, lingering there for a beat before raising to your own again. You felt the subtle way her fingers tightened against the warmers, attempting to be inconspicuous.

It was almost comical how bad she was at hiding her feelings for you.

“Yeah,” you agreed, settling closer, teasing her.

She looked around, peeking over your shoulder before craning her body left and right to make sure the coast was clear. Once she was satisfied, she pulled your hood over your head and leaned in, sealing her lips against yours.

Beneath the cover that your thick hood provided, she did as she pleased. Taking her time, savoring the rare chance she got to be alone with you like this. She was a mix of sensations – from her blushing, warm cheeks, to her chilly lips that slid against your own, never wanting to part. The entirety of the embrace was perfect; you couldn’t have asked for anything better.

“We really should get going, though,” you chuckled, resting your forehead against hers once you’d parted for air. “They’ve probably already made it there by now.”

“Fine,” she sighed, feigning annoyance again. “You’re right. But I’m taking this,” she declared, stealing one of your warmers.

She pulled away, turning to stand at your side so you could walk next to one another. “We can share this one,” she resolved, keeping her other hand in your other pocket, where it was still cradled in your own.

You sighed as well, mimicking her. “Fine.”

To smooth things over in the wake of her crime, she cuddled up against your side and laid her head on your shoulder as she pulled you along. The soft crunch of your shoes against the cobblestone street resounded, announcing your journey forward.

“Thank you, babe.” She said quietly, serious now. “For everything.”

“Anything for you,” you quipped with a small smile, watching as your sweet assurance turned white in the air and surrendered itself to the universe.

Her “Giving” Love Languages Ranked:

1.) Gifts

2.) Physical Touch

3.) Quality Time

4.) Words of Affirmation

5.) Acts of Service

She feels responsible and accomplished when she can spoil you and buy you the things that you want. There’s nothing quite like watching the smile grow on your face as you open up presents from her. She’s not afraid to go all out, either.

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18+ pick a card: what do people find sexually attractive about you (why + fantasies)

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DECKS USED ♡ the original rider waite tarot

GROUP ONE ♡ the chariot, queen of wands, the sun, five of swords

CHANNELLED SONGS: pink + white by frank ocean · same damn luck by nilufer yanya · after we make love by whitney houston · light by taemin

hey there love ♡ the first thing that people are drawn to about you is your energy, perceiving you as wistfully melancholic, world-wise, and possibly jaded by what the world has thrown at you, especially in relationships.

you intimidate people with what i keep hearing is your “raw sexual energy”, with those the same age as you seeing you as someone who is far more sexually experienced than they are. this is not a bad thing, as we see when looking at the chariot and the queen of wands. what these cards indicate is that people see you as a sexual partner or lover who is highly experienced and who knows what they want in the bedroom. they see you as a dominant figure and fantasize about you dominating them in the bedroom, guiding them so that you both are pleasured and teaching them new things to do in the bedroom. people see you as someone who is fully aware of their sexual attractiveness and power, and as someone who is capable of using this to their advantage. they are, in fact, incredibly sexually attracted to this, and you may find yourself attracting a lot of submissive or inexperienced partners.

you are strong-headed and know what you want. if you want something you will get it. and the people who are attracted to you are more than happy to give it to you. when you speak, you speak passionately; when you love, you love passionately. people love to listen to you speak and may even get turned on by arguing with you about topics that you care a lot about.

like the sun, you evoke a burning desire in those who are attracted to you. and those who are not willing to submit to you, or who are not attracted to your intimidating stature, would rather control you and entrap you in an unhappy and unhealthy situation.

you are a very polarizing energy, group one, like a siren you draw people to you and enchant them so that they will do anything and everything for you, but you also have people wanting to destroy you for they know that they can’t imprison you.

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GROUP TWO ♡ seven of pentacles, eight of cups reversed, seven of swords, page of wands (reversed)

CHANNELLED SONGS: i need somebody by day6 · only u by vixx · dreamcatcher by keke palmer

hey there love ♡ you may have experienced a lot of ups and downs in your romantic and sexual relationships, with people leaving you or losing interest when they get to know you better.

i see that this is because most people are sexually attracted to your inexperience, whether true or perceived. they see you as someone whose sexuality has not been explored and needs to be cultivated; taking the task upon themselves to do this cultivating. when they have taught you all that they can, or they realise you do not in fact need to be taught anything, people usually move on.

however, this is not the only type of people who are attracted to you and definitely not the only thing that people find sexually attractive about you.

people love your hair. it’s luscious and well-taken care of and suits you perfectly-many of you in this pile have dark, curly hair, but of course it doesn't have to be all of you. the way that you pay attention to your hair and style is a huge turn on for the second type of people who are sexually attracted to you. these people really want a relationship with you beyond anything sexual, however they may not make the first move because they fear that you are out of their league, or that you will reject them. these people are okay with forming friendships or acquaintanceships with you and not going any further than that in order to bask in your company, even though such close proximity to you probably drives them crazy. they spend a lot of time fantasizing about you, though. the more out of reach you are, the more they sexually desire you.

for all the people that are sexually attracted to you, they are also drawn to your hands. they watch how you move them and make note of the days you have your nails done or are wearing any new jewellery. they want to know what it feels like for you to touch and hold them during long stretches of sex.

whether it’s those who approach you or those who prefer to keep away from you, people create an idea of you in their mind and wait for you to fulfil it. it might be wise to look into your lillith sign to better understand why this is so—in fact, many of you may find that your lillith falls in pisces, aries, sagittarius or leo.

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GROUP THREE ♡ ace of pentacles, ace of wands, nine of cups (reversed), three of cups ; ace of cups, the tower (reversed), the magician (reversed)

CHANNELLED SONGS: guess by luck daye · come over by tom the mail man · i did it by kris yute · heartless by polo g & mustard, vibez by zayn

hey there love ♡ i feel that rather than what people in general find sexually attractive about you, i am channelling what one person in particular finds sexually attractive about you.

with the ace of pentacles and ace of wands side-by-side, this person views you as their sexual counterpart. for many of you this is someone you are in a connection with and i will be writing it as if you have already had a sexual experience with them, but if this still resonates and you haven’t had this experience yet, please feel free to rephrase the wording of certain sentences.

before i continue, since this seems to be a specific person i will divert in order to describe them so you are sure you have the right group. your person is someone who embodies the energy of the aces, seeing as we pulled the ace of cups. that leaves all the aces besides the swords, which i feel is the energy that you bring to the table. your person does not let misfortune faze them, embracing change and challenge and rising from it stronger each time. they may find it difficult to communicate their feelings at times though, leaving you wondering what exactly is on their mind with regard to their life in general, but also with regards to their feelings towards you. if you have had a sexual encounter with this person before you may find yourself wondering if they actually care for you outside of just sex. if you haven’t had a sexual experience with this person before, you may find yourself wondering if they actually like you at all even though they never say anything outright and only flirt or show you an extra level of kindness compared to everyone else with whom they interact.

this person is incredibly sexually attracted to you. the sex they’ve had with you, or fantasize about having with you, is overflowing with passion. they feel as if the two of you fit together perfectly, as if your bodies were made for each other. and as if sex with you can last for ages, like nothing they have ever experienced before.

your person loves the difference between who you show to the world and who you are once it’s just the two of you, alone. even if you dress provocatively or are always out partying, they know that’s it’s them that you’re going to for sexual intimacy. regardless, your person finds how in-tune you are with yourself to be one of the most sexually attractive things about you. you speak your mind and try to make sure everything is harmonious in all your relationships, most all in your relationship with your person. this creates a sexual environment in which they feel safe and trusted because they know you trust them and feel safe enough around them to speak up if something isn’t pleasing or satisfying you.

physically, your person is in love with your entire body. i feel as if they could spend hours admiring it and paying close attention to it while you two are having sex, so much so that they forget about their own sexual pleasure in order to ensure yours. some of you have very striking features that you may have been insecure about for a long time, be it a long neck or nose, dark skin, or your weight, and these are things that your person particularly admires. in a respectful way, of course.

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GROUP FOUR ♡ four of swords, the magician, the fool, the high priestess

CHANNELLED SONGS: brand new city by mitski · a loving feeling by mitski · don’t want it by lil nas x

hey there love ♡ you seem to be someone who is either spiritual or religious, and incredibly devoted to your spiritual or religious practice. it is a devotion to which people, especially those that view you as a potential partner, are sexually attracted.

you radiate a peace that makes people feel safe and at ease around you. they feel as if they are safe to share their sexual desires without judgement, and that, with you, they can experience new things without shame. you are seen as someone who is seen as fully open to embracing sexual newness and vulnerability because of all you have been through and because of how much you have grown into yourself over time.

you are someone who has been through a lot and has only come out stronger, and kinder. you have a quiet strength that others admire, and that people are sexually attracted to. these people want to protect you and in bed want to give you everything that you ask for. the people who are attracted to you find your intelligence and charisma sexy; they are enamoured by the way that you carry yourself and would like to know what it’s like to be on the receiving end of your charm and full attention.

your back and neck in particular stand out for the people who are sexually attracted to you. they pay attention to when you wear necklaces or when you expose your back, and often think of trailing kisses all over this stretch of skin.

you may at times worry about not being desired sexually, especially by those who you desire sexually or have romantic or sexual feelings for, but this is not the case. people consider you as someone who is highly desirable, but who is unapproachable. with many of the people who want to pursue you sexually or romantically assuming you are already in a relationship with someone else; someone more on your level.

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GROUP FIVE ♡ the world (reversed), seven of swords, queen of cups (reversed), the king of swords

CHANNELED SONGS: unbreakable by wayv · should’ve been me by mitski · deep in love by day6 · holy terrain by fka twigs

hey there love ♡ there seems to be a great disconnect between the way the world sees you and the way that you see yourself. you may experience a great amount of insecurity about your physical appearance, your body in particular.

however, people are not only sexually attracted to you but find your body sexually attractive. you may spend a lot of time thinking about your “imperfections”—thinking about how your titties hang or your breasts are uneven or your stomach is covered in scars and stretchmarks so how could anybody want or desire you.

for many of you, your body has apparent self-harm scars. you feel as if this will be a deterrent to others, but it is not. they do not detract from how sexually attractive people find you.

people see you as someone who is warm and approachable, and who would be such in sexual encounters, though inexperienced. in day-to-day situations you are an attentive listener who makes the people around you feel welcome and appreciated. you are gentle and people who are sexually attracted to you want to see beyond the gentleness and pleasantries, and experience a side of you that no one else gets to see. they want to know what it would feel like to be loved by you and be committed to you—i want to emphasise this, my dear group five, that people are incredibly sexually attracted to you but more than wanting to have sex with you, they want to have long-term committed relationships with you and to eventually marry you.

you may doubt this because you don’t have a lot of love interests at the moment, but it is for this exact reason that you do not. because people recognize what they want to give to you but also recognize that they cannot give it to you at the moment. they know that you won’t accept a half-assed love or a friends with benefit arrangement and, so, they choose to stay away.

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GROUP SIX ♡ temperance (reversed), knight of swords, six of cups, ace of cups

CHANNELLED SONGS: stupid for you by waterparks · life is still going on by nct dream · just luv me by britney spears · kool girl by seasalt

hey there love ♡ your eccentricity and drive turn people on. you dress how you want to dress without a care for trends, and do what you want to do even if it goes against everything that society expects of you. you seem restless, like you will never be satisfied no matter how much you achieve, and people are drawn to this.

of course you are physically attractive—you are gorgeous and take good care of yourself and your appearance—but this is not the deciding factor for the people who desire you. and it is not what makes you sexually attractive to others. rather, it is your passion. your determination. your unapologetic commitment to yourself above all else.

people want to know what is like to be a part of your storm; to have even the smallest insight into your mind; to be even half as desired by you as you desire your dreams and goals.

some might look at someone so driven and expect them to be cold to everything that doesn’t align with their dreams, but you are not like that at all. you have somehow maintained your childlike wonder and look at the world with so much of love that you make others around you look at the world the same way. if I could compare you to anyone, it would be the k-idol mark lee—even on your lowest day, you are a beacon for those around you.

the people who find you sexually attractive are passionately and wholly consumed by it. thoughts of you consume them at times. they think of your feet, your legs, your body drenched in water or sweat, and wonder what it would be like to go for hours with you in the bedroom.

for many of you, you may not have had this kind of sexual experience before because of how much working towards your goals has kept you busy and distracted. if you feel like you are behind some timeline, know that you are not. the sex that you are thinking of and wishing for is coming towards you in time. stay on your path.

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ot7stan4life · 6 months

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“Small Things”

Siyeon, Yoohyeon, & Gahyeon (Dreamcatcher) x Female Reader

Word Count: 1,400

Summary: a cute fluffy moment between you and three of your fellow group members during a day off between tour stops.

Warnings: no warnings, fluff

"You wanna come shopping with me and Dongie?" Yoohyeon asked from the hotel bathroom, her voice muffled slightly from the distance between us. I sat up from bed and rubbed my eyes in time to see the younger member step through the door, fitting a blue beanie to her head.

"What, so we can spend all day going on a scavenger hunt for that soap she likes?" I laughed. "I think I'll pass."

My last words brought a frown to her face. "But unnie~" she whined, walking over to the bed where I was sitting, "I wanted you to help me pick out some new clothes."

I smiled at her pitiful behavior and stood up, pulling her into me by her hands. "You don't need my help for that." I let go and grabbed her waist. She put her arms around my shoulders, making her deepening pout near my own lips. "You have Dongie."

She let out the sort of whine you'd expect to hear from a puppy dog as she looked up at me with her cute, brown eyes. "But Dongie's not who I want to look good for," Yoohyeon admitted, making my heart flutter.

My hands gripped her jeans and I laughed lightly out of nervous habit. "You don't need to worry about that, pabo." I smiled and leaned in to bump my nose against hers. Our proximity and her beautiful features made me feel like I was suffocating, but in the best way possible. "You look perfect in anything." Though it seemed she wanted to argue, my words inevitably got to her, causing her to smile widely.

She giggled and tried to disguise how flustered my compliment had made her by saying, "whatever" and pressing her lips to mine. My chest burned when I felt her fingers brush across my throat before they settled at the nape of my neck. Her breathing was unsteady as she took my bottom lip between hers. Realizing how nervous I made her even after all the years we'd been together brought an indescribable feeling out of me. It always amazed me that I managed to get a girl like her. I couldn't even begin to understand how I made the others fall for me too.

A knock at the door cut our kiss short and now it was my turn to pout. Yoohyeon just smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Must be Dongie." She started to release me from her hold but I kept her in place with my fingers in the loop of her jeans.

"Wait," I whined, making her turn back around and look at me with a cute laugh.

"What?" She pretended to be annoyed but her bright smile defeated her.

"I didn't get to tell you how pretty you look." I let myself take in her features before looking at her outfit. She was wearing a basketball jersey with blue jeans and high tops. "My bad," I rushed before she could respond, brushing her hair under the beanie behind her ear and letting my thumb rest on her jawline. "How handsome you look,” I corrected, making her cheeks turn pink and her eyes crinkle from how wide her smile had grown.

"Thanks,” she mumbled before letting me kiss her one more time. This time I lingered, not wanting it to be over. The way she chose to dress so masculine today was getting to me and I suddenly didn't want her to leave at all. I needed her all to myself. It didn't help when she backed away to look at me and bit her lip, replying, "you don't look so bad yourself."

"Y'know, you could just skip shopping and stay here with me,” I said, my impatience getting the better of me.

Yoohyeon smirked. "As tempting as that sounds, Handong-" before she could even finish her sentence, a knock on the door sounded again followed by a muffled 'time to go, pabo!' "Yeah... that,” she said and we both laughed at the oddly perfect timing.

"Okay~" I dragged out followed by a sigh, making my disappointment known.

"You'll be fine." She shoved my shoulder playfully. "Go give those two antisocial losers some attention." I laughed at her insult and nodded my head.

"Fine." Finishing with a kiss on her cheek, I let her go before saying, "you guys have fun."

"Thanks. We won't,” she deadpanned and was out the door before I could respond.

After they left, I spent some time changing clothes and brushing my teeth before taking Yoohyeon's idea. It took a while after I knocked on the hotel room door across the hall for someone to come open it—likely because both of the room's occupants were in bed. When it finally did, though, the youngest member greeted me, her sleepy appearance—messy hair, puffy cheeks, droopy eyes and lips—made her a million times more adorable than usual.

"Sorry, I hope I didn't wake you," I said, resisting the urge to pinch her soft, squishy looking cheeks between my fingers. Though, she did one even better and wrapped herself in my arms.

"It's okay, we were just laying around." Gahyeon's voice came out quiet against my chest and melted my heart. She was always so soft when she woke up in the morning.

Eventually she let go and grabbed my hand to guide me inside. I let the door close and turned the corner to see Gahyeon's roommate in nearly the same lethargic state as her. When the main vocalist saw me, her tired features brightened.

"Hi,” Siyeon greeted, voice still raspy after just waking up. Her eyes blinked slowly and I was sure she could fall back asleep right in that moment if she felt so inclined. Seeing them like this—all innocent and oblivious to the world—was just one of many privileges I was thankful to have being a member of Dreamcatcher. How many people could say they got to experience a cuddly Siyeon early in the morning?

As if she knew what I was thinking, her arms extended and she made grabby hands towards me. I laughed at how childish she was and walked to the side of her bed. She didn't waste a moment, pulling me on top of her and making Gahyeon whine for stealing me away.

"Yah!" I yelled in surprise, giggling before noticing how Siyeon was looking at me. The way she stared at me with so much love in her eyes always, without fail, caught me off guard. It was like her way of reminding me how important I was to her. She didn't allow me to admire it for long, taking in the fact that it was all for me, and instead locked her fingers around my neck to pull me down for a kiss.

Unlike I expected, her kisses weren't weak. She held me with one hand on my jawline and worked her lips against mine, taking my breath away. I had all my weight on a hand just beside her shoulder, so I used my other to brush my fingers across the smooth exposed skin of her collarbone. She sighed into my mouth and I almost completely forgot that Gahyeon was in the room. Siyeon and the sensation of her thick, warm lips against mine fully invaded my mind. I was prepared to stay there all day long, letting her kiss me until our lips went numb—like we sometimes did on our off-days—but then the youngest whined again, bringing me back to reality.

"Hey," I looked over at Gahyeon, finally seeing the pout on her face, "come over here." The whole time I had to ignore Siyeon's own pout, probably wanting the same thing I was thinking about moments ago.

Gahyeon didn't hesitate, dashing to the empty side of the bed and jumping in. I slid off of Siyeon—who was no longer upset that she couldn't have me to herself upon seeing how happy I made the maknae—and settled between the two of them. Gahyeon leaned over to lay on top of me but I grabbed her chin before she could nestle herself into my neck and gave her a kiss. Unlike Siyeon, she was satisfied with one small kiss, backing away with a smile. They both cuddled into my sides and I let out a content sigh.

With lives as busy and hectic as ours could be, I learned to appreciate little moments like these in between schedules where we just laid in silence, enjoying each other's presence. It was the small things that really meant the most.

**This imagine was converted over from my Wattpad account OT5Stan4Life**

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beautifulpersonpeach · 6 months

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You said here that you think any kpop group that's nominated for a Grammy has better chances of winning than BTS. What makes you think that? I'm genuinely curious, because I don't really follow the award scene or listen to much kpop other than BTS, Mamamoo & Dreamcatcher so I have no idea what sort of industry politics or whatever could make it so.

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Hi @aijatar,

(Thank you for linking it directly in your ask)

This probably isn't the answer you're expecting, but I don't want to fully say why I think that.

The truth is I started writing this as a long post, linking in a couple of examples of academy voters and people linked to them (such as Budden), who have explicitly targeted BTS with dehumanizing comments. Budden for example has even said he has no problem with Asian singers but that he doesn't like BTS specifically. I also wrote about one paragraph on documented trends in Grammy award winnings from various American labels and the k-pop agencies linked to those labels currently (spoiler: not BigHit), and another paragraph about the peculiar prejudices BTS bears as the first real pioneer for k-pop groups in that institution. Plus a few other things.

But I scrapped it all because, well, a few reasons. One is that industry politics requires a villain or two, and I really don't want to get into the weeds of naming them. Especially since all I'm doing at the end of the day is speculating. Doing this topic justice will take far more effort than I'm willing to spend.

But it's also not really fair to you to not give any answer, so I'll say - I've written about BTS and the Grammys before (linked in my Masterlist here). The conclusion of what I said in that post is the calculus for BTS winning at the Grammys will always be different than it is for every other artist. If their history is any indication, BTS will always have to do significantly more than everyone else and then some, to get the same chances. And this has been true for BTS in Korea, and in America, so I just assume the same dynamics will play out again. This time around BTS has loaded up on more ammo than they did in 2022 with Butter, but I can't be optimistic for them. Because of all the above.

Of course, I could be wrong. I want to be wrong. This is one of those things I want to be wrong about, so fingers crossed that happens.

#bts #bts chapter 2 #grammys #kpop

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red-dead-do-over246 · 2 years

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Hi, me again - I couldn't help it. 💓I thought of prompt #244 "I can't sleep, can I sleep her?" + #186 "C'me, I don't mind letting you sleep on me". Micah x neutral Reader. Soft Micah.~🔥

I don't know how often I can wish for something. But I can't help it - your stories are so great. ☆

Thank you, looking forward to it💖

No problem!❤️ Thank you so much!😊 I hope to make your wishes come true!

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A Good Boy

Micah tries his hardest to be a good boy for you. After all, you seem a little hesitant around him. Good thing a trip to Colter warms things up for both of you.

#186 “C'mere, I don't mind letting you sleep on me.”

#244 “I can’t sleep, can I sleep here?”

It was Dutch who told both of you to return to Colter. Apparently, during the journey down the Grizzlies, Dutch forgot some money. It’s surprising that Dutch of all people would forget money, but he was in a rush to get the family out of harm’s way.

For some reason, he figured that you and Micah would get the job done.

I guess you were the only one who could put up with him. All the other gang members would much rather just shoot him, and he probably felt the same way towards them. Still, his gruff nature really put you off. I mean, did he even care?

Yes. He cares quite a bit.

No one would guess that Micah of all people would care for you the most. And, yes, he knows that you seem a bit hesitant around him. Micah notices that people are uncomfortable with him, but what makes him more irritable is knowing you are one of those people. You hang out with people like Arthur and Charles.

The good boys.

It made Micah absolutely sick to his stomach to think that you preferred them over him. Perhaps that’s what you were into. The men who steered the right way in life. The absolute opposite of him. Micah knew it would extremely hard for him to do, but he was determined to do it.

He was going to become a good boy.

“Y/N, stay close. Don’t need you getting eaten by a bear or anything.” He said, slowing his own horse down so you could catch up. The gesture was sweet for Micah Bell, but it wasn’t enough to make you feel entirely comfortable.

So, you continued the ride to Colter with Micah unknowingly sulking.

Once you arrived at the rundown mining town, it was close to dark. Normally, Micah would keep pressing on no matter how cold and miserable he was. However, now he had you here with him, and he could see you shaking. Whether it be from cold or the howling wolves, he didn’t know.

All he did notice is that you looked afraid.

“Let’s hold up in here.” Micah said, dismounting Baylock and leading him to the stables. You followed suit, unsure of why he made such a decision. Yes, you were scared, but that has never stopped Micah Bell before.

What’s changed?

“Is there...a reason we’re stopping for the night?” You asked him after you guys made it inside one of the small cabins. Micah bit back any gruff words that may have come out of his mouth, remembering who he was talking to.

“Just is a little dark...and you seem kind of shaken up.” He said, mumbling out that last bit because, for Micah, it felt too close to saying how he felt towards you.

All you could do was nod.

So, the two of you quietly got set up for the night. Micah was a lot simpler than you with just a bedroll and a bottle of something to keep his blood flowing. You set up your bedroll a distance away, but also was pulling something else out of your bag. Micah leaned forward a bit to get a better look.

“Watcha got there?” He asked, watching as you jumped a bit, the object falling from your hands. Slowly, you picked it back up.

“It’s a...a dreamcatcher. Charles made it for me.” You explained, and it made Micah’s blood absolutely boil. However, he remembered that he was trying to be a good man for you. So, he took a deep breath to calm his nerves.

“Really? What’s it do?” He asked, feigning interest. You blinked a bit before looking down at the handcrafted dreamcatcher and responding.

“It’s supposed to catch bad dreams...and protect you...when we were up here before, Charles told me about the Wendigo...I guess I just get a bit scared here at night.” You said, looking down at your lap. In truth, you were waiting for him to laugh at you.

It never came.

You looked up to see him staring back at you with a look that made you feel slightly flustered. Micah nodded a bit before placing his bottle aside.

“Well Y/N...I’ll keep you safe from any...evil spirit...that dares ignore your lovely little trinket there.” Micah said before dimming the lantern and falling onto his back. You looked at the dreamcatcher before looking at Micah, a small bit of fondness growing in your chest.

Perhaps he wasn’t a bad man after all.

You tried to go to sleep soon after he did, but all you could do was lay there. Every sound would make you shiver, and the wind blowing this rickety wooden hut around make every creak sound so eerie. Your mind kept going to every evil and dangerous thing in the book.

Then you remembered what Micah said. He’d keep you safe.

An idea soon came to your head, and you knew it was a terrible one from the start. However, it was your only option when it came to getting some sleep. If the answer was no, you would accept that and forget this ever happened. With that in mind, you crawled over to where Micah was curled up.

“Micah?” You whispered, unsure if the man was still asleep or not.

“Yes?” His response was quick, and you realized he hadn’t fallen asleep either. In fact, you’ve never seen him sleep, but you knew his reasons differed from yours and you weren’t about to pry him on that. You bothered him to ask a question that you were terrified to ask.

But you had to.

“I can’t sleep, can I sleep here?” Your voice was quiet, embarrassed...ashamed. It caused Micah to fully sit up, turn around, and face you. Again, you were waiting for the mockery, the laughter, the familiar cruelty of Micah Bell.

But when you looked up at him, you saw an entirely different man from the one you knew. There was a softer look on his face; one of sadness, one of...gentleness.

Micah sighed through his nose, thinking of his options. Was he ready for this? He wanted so badly to have you close to him, and this was his opportunity. So, he was going to be kind here, but he still was Micah Bell, and it was hard for him not to sound gruff.

“C'mere, I don't mind letting you sleep on me.” Micah tried his best to sound gruff, but he couldn’t stop the softness in his voice. It takes a lot of trust to sleep beside another person.

And Micah couldn’t believe that you trusted him so.

When you cuddled up into him, seeking comfort and warmth, it made his heart flutter in a way it’s never done before. This was the closest you’ve ever been to him, and it made Micah feel so small yet so valued.

Soon, you actually fell asleep, which caused his heart to warm even more.

Slowly and carefully, Micah put an arm around you to keep you close to him. He didn’t know whether it was because he was the only person here or if you actually were starting to feel comfortable with him, but Micah was just glad to have you close to him.

Perhaps this was the turning point in his relationship with you.

Whatever the case may be, you stayed by his side the whole night in Colter. And for once, Micah felt safe enough to actually fall asleep.

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption 2 x reader #rdr2 #micah bell #micah x reader #rdr2 micah bell #micah bell x reader

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psychokeks · 2 years

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A little headcanon of mine that was inspired by this prompt: https://im-totally-not-an-alien-2.tumblr.com/post/690977597332570112/hey-who-wants-a-really-dark-and-morbid-prompt

Making this its own post so that the world sees it? I guess. Despite being years on this site I still don't know how everything works, especially on mobile.

It's full of angst and has the potential to be tragic.

Now, the gist is that Danny gets captured by Batman, who is his Dad in this au, because he misunderstands what a ghost core is and removes it, causing Danny to despise him and try to "go ghost" again. By all means necessary. The whole thing is of course bad because he gets a huge part of himself just taken away.

Batman thinks it's for the best and wouldn't listen to Danny, keeping him in Wayne Manor and getting him back everytime he tries to escape.

I am quite fascinated with this take and I love it. I also thought about it and am trying to get the "science" of how this scenario could work and I am generally trying to discern how I think that cores work in the Danny Phantom world.

Now, the way I think about cores is that as much as they are the brain/body/whole being of a ghost they are at their simplest definition the soul of a person. And this soul can also have two modes of existing, the active mode and the passive mode.

The active mode would be when it is tightly compressed into what is called the core. This mode exists only when the being is made of pure energy. Now when the core enters the more physical realm and aquires a body (most likely being born but you can't exclude revival and such things.) it changes into its passive mode.

The passive mode is not like a compressed core but more like a cloud of energy. It's like taking a breather and just relaxing. While in passive mode the soul gives up all "administrative" work and decisions to the body. The body houses the decompressed core and it's like, swimming or floating inside the cells of the body. This could also be what people perceive as the aura of a person. But the influence of the soul is not really gone, it's just that while the soul might still strive for a purpose to keep it going the body will of course compromise to secure survival and safety.

The passive mode is like vacation for the soul where it can just let itself go. Exist. Take in everything life offers. But in a certain way I think this is also a state where it is most vulnerable.

The forming of a ghost is mostly seen as caused ba a traumatic event. (Excluding the forming of born ghosts). You could explain this by saying that in a way, the soul was so much hurt that it compressed to a core to protect itself, flipping to the active mode to control its own actions better and directly influence what it's doing without the hindrance of a physical body.

If you think about the theory of this active and passive mode you could also explain the dreamcatcher incident. I don't really remember that one episode but Danny went through a dreamcatcher and got split into his ghost half and his human half. Both those halves had quite the opposite personalities and i never liked that because neither of them really felt like Danny. It's more like he was split into his extremes of the active mode and the passive mode.

The phandom established that ghosts have an obsession. Some like this take on ghost and some don't. I think they can have obsessions but those could also change over time. Slowly. Very slowly.

The strongest obsession of a ghost is the one that might have killed them or was influenced by the way they died. The core is just stuck on that one because it was what led to their forming and what was just a dominant part of them at the moment. It fixates on that to protect itself, learn to protect itself or to "control" their trauma.

Some of us have smaller obsessive bouts where we just fixate on a fandom and nothing else really brings joy until we move to the next fandom. Or some people are fixated on a novel/sport/activity etc. until we move on. At the least, our bodies will tell us when it's time to take a breather and just eat something or relax.

But ghosts don't have that. They don't have a body telling them to chill/eat/sleep and so on. They are not hindered by being tired. They have that one thing going for them and nothing can physically stop them living out the thing that gives them purpose, and because they don't get tired doing that, they will not move on to another obsession. Furthermore because they don't move on from their obsession they might perfect it, take it to the extreme. (Best hunter, rockstar, kid just wanting to play).

Going back to Danny, I see many, so so many fics where his obsession is to protect. Some even bind him to Amity Park saying he can't leave because of his obsession. Was this caused because we all saw the pure ghost form as a hero?

I don't really like it when his freedom is bound in such a way. I more prefer the fics where his obsession is space.

(And did noone ever see the beautiful parallel of the ghost of time and the ghost of space knowing each other? Noone ever thought about what exactly Clockwork saw in Danny to want to help him? The one that guides but cannot act and the one who can change so much but needs guidance? I'm sobbing just thinking about this.)

Well....that's just my personal feelings about this.

Now, the Hero Danny or purely Phantom or just Active Danny had the whole thing of protecting the town going on. As this was his 'current' obsession it was the one that manifested on the ghost form. It was also an unnatural state of the active mode so even that might have been tampered with.

The Lazy Danny or Human Danny or just Passive Danny was basically a soul half stuck in passive mode. Not even getting the little drive to really strive for anything a natural passive mode would give him. This was basically a body just thinking about itself. Purely I don't know...hedonistic, wanting to have fun. Not being able to think about future plans and just living in the moment. Both those halves where unnatural and not viable in the long run. I think a split soul would have just killed them in the long run.

Finally Dannys situation could be one where his core was so much tempered by by the portal that he can change between active and passive mode. He has a core that can relax and compress at will. Giving more freedom when in human form and powering up fast (sucking in all the energy) to form the ghost form. It might also never be a conventional ghost core and he would never have a normal aura as a human anymore. Even with the change he would have a halfstate of being. Having a fainter aura as a human that is a bit more saturated in the middle and as a ghost he would have his core, but he would be able to release larger bouts of energy.

It just really came to me why Danny could have a legit reason to be so much stronger than other ghosts. Vlad too I guess. Because of his special core. Ghost may stagnate in their power. They have to stay stable. But Danny is partly kept stable by his body. That's why his core can give out more energy. He can expend more energy because his core is not so tightly compressed like a normal ghosts. They have a limit. His limiter is kind of deactivated. ...now I'm just rambling.

If you think about Danny always being in a state of permanent active and passive mode then getting rid of the core would be like cutting out a huge part of him. Half to be exact and all the connections, maybe like blood vessels would be left open. Bleeding out and killing him. His passive soul would cling to the body to safe itself or the body clings to the soul.

Maybe losing a small part, a fracture, would have been survivable, but being literally cut in two...it aches. Death would call to him, his other half would call. Crying and screaming and bleeding and fading. An open core and a body with an open wound (on a spiritual level).

What do the bats see? What does his family see? A person slowly losing himself. Aching in a way that grows with time. Maybe slowly driven mad by the pain of a slow and painful death. Not even a pain that's visible but one that is deep inside. One he can't comprehend in the beginning. And nothing helps. Nothing can get him motivated. He loses his will to live but is it really that? Is it not the hopeful thought that death will bind his two halves together again? Is trying to kill himself not the frantic behaviour of a being that wants to save its very existence?

What would the ghost see? What would members of the justice league dark see? What would every person with the Sight see? A walking corpse. A mutilated boy, clinging to live and striving for death. Carrying an open wound for the world to see. To feel. Maybe to taste. Maybe to experience. Being in a presence of a being that is surrounded by its own blood. Cloying your senses and constricting your throat. Would they be horrified? Would they even really know what they are looking at when they themselves try not to drown in anothers blood? Would they weep and scream and feel his pain like it was their own, would they not want to destroy all that could produce such horrors?

What could they do? Would they be in time to save him? Could they stitch him back together? Would it take or would he not have the energy to connect what was cut. Maybe a healing sleep? For how long and where...most likely in the ghost zone. It's where he wanted to be. It's where he will fade or keep existing.

The question now is, when everything is over will he ever return? Will this future ghost king ever be himself again after everything that has happened?

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #batman #dp au #ghost cores #headcanon #world building i guess #dp clockwork #mentioned #space ghost danny #kinda hinted #might go back to that idea

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Resting Grounds

Disclaimer: I am not an expert on architecture I am simply pointing out what I can see for the purpose of speculating or art references. Also, some talks about graveyards and methods of burial, so read with caution if the topic is sensitive at the moment. I send my best wishes.

Let's continue with a small yet important area: The Resting Grounds. This area is known for being the place of rest for deceased bugs of Hallownest, and home of the moths. Here we will see what elements stand out to this area and what we can infer from them.

First of all I wanted to show images of the entrance from the tram, the City of Tears and the Stag Station, which are some of the more... traditional ways to reach this areas for those who don't want to find out if they have fall damage.

Here we can see the average elements we expect we associate with Hallownest's architecture, followed by a big gate under a curved arc with a spike on top. The gate was left semi open.

The stag station shares a lot on common with others, except for two elements: those hanging pieces that seem to end on a bell, and the walls with masks carved. Those two elements are present all throughout this area and are unique to it.

This is the sign shown from the bottom entrance, connected to the City of Tears. The sign shows.... those "A" shaped icons (*sigh*), below the essence symbol. Surrounding the area are a few short pillars with a spiral segmentation.

Here we can get a glimpse into the vertical room that serves as a hub. The locked door at the top shows a round shape, reminiscent of the essence particles (which are in turn based on dreamcatchers, an object made by the Ojibwe culture). One can see this imagery present on the room where you pick up Dreamshield, whispering roots and the sign shown above.

(Ironically, dreamcatchers are associated with arthropods, except not moths, but spiders. I fully recommend reading more on their origin from Ojibwe or other Native American sources though, to be mindful of how we use symbols.)

Moving back: The other elements that stand out from this image are that the fences here are not shaped after the Pale King, but the Radiance. The biggest giveaways are the three pointed "crown" at the top, the curves that could represent her wings and the bottom vertical lines, resembling her lower body. Besides this, ledges are not decorated with Hallownest's usual symbols, but with masks.

I'm inclined to believe this is the main cavern designated for tombs, where most bugs would expect to leave their remains. If you look closer, you can see I've pointed to 5 different designs for tombstones. Most of them are quite simple, likely just displaying the name of the bug/family buried in a place. Maybe some could afford some other kind of sculpture above their graves, or it is given to members of a guild (which is the case in real life, actually). Below Xero's arena we can see what could be niches. They are a method of above-ground entombment which as far as I know, tend to be used for less time than underground burials.

This screenshot is very interesting because it shows the monument to the Dreamers, but behind it we see a pair of... horn-like structure, which we see when we enter the Dream Realm in the context of destroying the Dreamers or fighting the Radiance. This room also has bigger structure seen in the far background, but I would not be able to discern whether they are meant to be homes for any inhabitants nearby, or mausoleums.

This is a photo of the crypts, which remain overall neglected, housing belflies, some sources of geo and priced objects. Entombed husks also roam the area, which prove two things: a) bugs' bodies were wrapped to be preserved, and b) yes the infection can make long dead bugs active again. Now, I would... speculate a few possible reasons for the crypts being what they are. First one is that it is simply an older part of the Resting Grounds and is reflective of past traditions, and the second is that this is a common burial zone, which would be where the remains of long dead bugs would end up on. As far as I know... this is a practice some places have to be able to clear space for other families, often done close to a century after death. Any possibility is fine.

I also discussed with a mutual about the possibility of preserving the bodies being related to their tie to dreams because of their spirits, which could be supported by Markoth or Galien emerging from their bodies, but that's as much as we could say.

Finally: this is an area hidden in the Spirit's Glade, showing the only monuments that directly portray moths in the entire map. This area is hidden behind a calm waterfall that provides water for the Resting Grounds. As you can see, each statue differs in size but have the same shape overall. The item collected here is a King's Idol.

I hope this was helpful! If you have anything else to add feel free to do so

Other posts that you may be interested in:

Forgotten Cossroads

The Snail Shaman's Mounds

#hollow knight #analysis #game ref #no id #sorry this is hard to do well #resting grounds #the radiance #moth tribe #long post #not me infodumping about cemeteries

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Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: May not look like it but I swear I love Nico with all my heart -Danny Words: 2,674 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter / Next Chapter Listen to: 'Someone You Like' -by The Girl and The Dreamcatcher

XXVIII: Teen Girls Experience the Horrors of Liking Boys

"Can I at least drink water?"

"You'll vomit."

"I'm sure that speaks more for your training than of my resistance as a human being..."

I'm sweating in places I didn't even know I could sweat. I'm aching in muscles I didn't even know existed. Makes me reconsider some of my life choices.

A shadow stands over me. "Get up."

"Miguel," I smile sweetly. "Let's forget my training. Can I interest you in a fancy dinner?"

"We're halfway through the circuit that Chiron planned out for you, if you stop now, you'll feel worse later," he replies sternly.

"I'll correct two things in that sentence, okay?" I sit up. "If I stop now, I won't die of a cardiac arrest. And it was you who planned out this circuit after asking a hypothetical question to Chiron!"

"Hurry up, Queen B!" Lily urges me.

"Stop yelling at me with that psychotic look in your eyes!" I lower my voice so only Mike can hear me. "Did you know she tried to convince Percy to train me according to her methods?"

"Who told you that?"

"My sources." It was Percy.

Mike crouches beside me. "Look, beast, Hephaestus said that you had to get stronger—"

"I won't make it to fourteen if you keep pushing like this!"

My friend pulls me up. "Don't be dramatic, that's Lily's job."

"Fine," I pick up my sword, "but if my arms fall off, it's on you. You lost the little common sense you had when you started to hang out with us."

"Ara, I believe you're the next child of Olympus—Even if I weren't a son of Apollo, I'd see just how mentally ill I am," he jokes.

Lily whistles with an overly enthusiastic expression. "You're late! Get going!"

"Be thankful I don't like using my powers for evil!" I walk over to the dummies in the arena.

"And what would you do, a makeover?" She teases me.

"I could make you confess to a certain someone!" I pounce at a dummy and cut off its arms.

"You won't do it," she says calmly. "I'm your best friend."

"You're my worst nightmare," I mutter. The dummy I'm fighting now has no legs.

"Someday, you're going to thank us for being so hard on you," Mike states.

"Save me the lecture, you're not my dad," I scowl.

"I'm older than you," he continues with a shit-eating grin. "I'll take any chance to drop a lecture on you and Lily."

I plunge my sword into the dummy's chest. "Awesome."

"Next station!" Lily exclaims happily.

I run to the archery area, grabbing a bow and a quiver. Lily and Mike stand behind me.

"Three hits and go! C'mon, beast!"

"That nickname is so out of place," I struggle to aim at the target. "There's nothing bestial about me, it's like calling a kitten a lion."

"Right, 'cause you're so well-behaved," Michael approaches and lifts my bow higher. "Not like you used to fight the Ares cabin..."

"They had it coming!" I shoot. The arrow ends up on the trunk of a tree. "Whoops! Sorry!"

"I don't get why you don't punch Drew," Lily sighs. "I mean, you were so ready to beat those Ares kids in my first week at camp..."

Mike frowns, we're nose to nose when he looks at me and is distracting. "I thought that thing with Drew was over!"

"Ever since I started my high-resistance training with you two," I grab a new arrow, "she has a lot to say. Like love is all about being vulnerable! If I could get her alone..."

"You're not going to fight her," Michael's hand tightens around mine, holding the bow steady. "If Drew is a bully that's her problem, you're not like her."

"Mike has a point," Lily agrees. "Heracles was the first, but Achilles is the one who set the foundation of what a child of Olympus is supposed to act like. He only went to war when he ran out of options."

"Didn't he go off the rails and kill a bunch of people?" I shoot. It doesn't hit the center, but at least it lands on the target.

"Mike has a point, anyway."

"Thank you!"

"With the aim you have, you'd end up harming innocents."

"Not the point!" Mike scolds her. "Don't help me, Lily."

I shoot again. "My aim's not bad, I just hate archery."

"You are all about rough swings with a hammer, huh?" Lily taunts me.

"That hammer saved my life!" I shoot. It goes way over the target and sticks to a bush.

"We're done here," Mike takes the bow out of my hands.

"On to the next one!" Lily sings walking away.

We go to the forges. A small table with instruments is waiting there for me, and Jake Mason's my instructor. I hear Lily and Mike giggling behind me, they think that I'll end up liking Jake because he's a son of Hephaestus our age.

I wouldn't like someone just for that. Mike looks nothing like Apollo and I have feelings for him anyway! I also have a crush on his dad, but that's like, not the point.

"I'm back," I've done the circuit at least three times by now and I'm getting fed up, but the final parts are my favorites, Lily arranged them like that on purpose.

"Hi," Jake's mouth is full of salt crackers that Lily bribed him with so he would give me lessons. He has a strange addiction to them. "Let's do a pocket-size net trap."

He places the pieces together. I watch each step carefully, but my hands start to sweat. My lessons are something to be proud of, but half the time it's all wild guesses. I can't do math to save my life; my friends learned that ages ago, so they show me the steps and then let me test it out by trial and error. It's a slow process, but it's the only one that I can work with.

I gather the pieces and put them together as I remember Jake did, then leave my creation on the table in front of my friend and wait. He picks it up with the tips of his salt-sprinkled fingers and looks at it carefully. "Incoming!" He launches it.

The trap opens, catching nothing more than air.

"Good job! See ya."

I run to the lava wall. On the other side of the blessed camp.

"Remind me again?" I pant, taking a moment before I cover my hands with chalk.

"Ten minutes," Michael gives a fleeting look to his timer with a worried expression, this is his least favorite part of the circuit.

The wall is my favorite thing in camp. I've broken the record already, so now I'm making things interesting. I'll be climbing with my eyes closed. "One..." Lily places a handkerchief over my eyes. "Two... Three!"

I go up, one foot after the other. Being small is a disadvantage most of the time, but it's easier to carry my weight.

"How was it?" I shout as I reach the top.

"Nine minutes, fifty seconds!" Mike yells in response.

This is the not-so-fun part. I can climb up just fine if I remember where everything is, but going down? One time I slipped and Michael thought I would die drowned in the lava. Percy saved me, he also yelled at me for being stupid on purpose. Look at him, throwing rocks when his glass house is the size of Olympus.

I go back to the arena to restart the circuit. I'm fighting Lily today, sometimes Clarisse, and most times the Stolls. Travis has tried many times to convince Lily to fight him, but he hasn't succeeded.

"What do I do?"

"Run towards me, try to punch, whatever."

I try to grab Lily's wrist and she seizes mine, I fall flat and then she sits on top of me. "Get off! I can't win like this! I'm too small!"

Lily rolls me over. "You need to try!"

"I think she needs an incentive," Mike smirks. "Should we ask Jake to accompany us around the circuit?"

He and Lily look at each other with the same sparkle in their eyes. I mutter a few insults in ancient Greek as I get up."Guys..."

"You're right, maybe Ara will feel the need to impress."

I gesture at Lily to come at me. "I don't like Jake."

"Should we bring Beckendorf, then?" She approaches with her fists up.

I swing at her but she dodges easily. "I don't like the Cabin Nine campers!"

"Who do you like?" Lily throws a kick that makes me fall sideways. "Nico?" She glances at Michael and chortles. "Is it—"

I attack Lily with all I have. I punch, kick, and even get my knee to participate. I don't like beating the Hades out of my friend, but don't feel bad for her, ninety percent of my punches she stops with ease, and the ten percent left, she takes it like a champ.

Lily's nose is bleeding, but she's got a huge smile on her face. She's nuts like that. "Again!"

Percy and Annabeth show up just when I'm finishing another round.

"Ara," my brother looks at me with concern. "You look exhausted..."

My gaze darts from him to my friends, Mike looks so proud of me that it makes me all giddy.

"I just sweat easily."

"Where the Tartarus is Nico?!" Ara storms out of the Big House. "I hope his father's ready to have him back twenty-four-seven because I'm about to hang him!"

"Why are you screaming like that!" Travis shouts from the amphitheater.

"Di Angelo stole my T-Rex!" She yells without stopping.

She stops dead in her tracks once she reaches the forest. It's very likely that Nico went this way, but she's been avoiding Leo and he also spends most of his time in the forest. Ara tightens her grip on the piece of paper in her hand, it has a messy sketch of a T-Rex locked in a cage with Nico's initials in the upper right corner.

"I'm gonna shove that stupid jacket up his..."

Ara groans and kicks the snow around her feet. The girl doesn't have a choice, she'll have to leave camp without her dino, but she'll kill Nico as soon as she comes back.

Ara stuffs the sketch in her pocket. "Go to Tartarus, Nico!"

She turns around and stops again, wondering if leaving without saying goodbye is the right thing to do. Maybe Leo will get more upset if she acts like she forgot, and that's not what she wants.

"Ara!" Lily approaches with the familiar clipboard in her hands. "You didn't kill Nico, right?"

"Couldn't find him," she mutters, glad that her friend's saving her the trouble of making a decision.

"Cool, then you're not dying either," the girl takes her back to camp. "We need you in arts and crafts, the Stolls are fighting with the nymphs over the remaining clay from yesterday's sculpting class. I think they want to make Greek fire bombs—"

"Hey," Ara speaks quietly. "About yesterday..."

Her friend glances at her and shrugs. "I was pushy. I talked to Connor and—"

"Lily!"

"I didn't tell him everything!" She's quick to clarify. "I just said we argued 'cause you want to date people and I think you don't have time for that. He said I shouldn't discourage you, that it won't be hard if you pick the right person..."

"You were kinda right, though..." Ara admits with a sigh. "There is something I didn't tell you... about Leo and I."

"What?"

"Olympus set us up. Kinda." Ara blushes. "I was destined to meet him. That's why Hephaestus decided to help me in the first place, even if he didn't believe in me... I'm the one who's going to help Leo."

Lily frowns. "Help him with what?"

"To build the Argo II. Probably in other ways too, once we go away to defeat Gaea," Ara shrugs. "If I'm bound to him, might as well enjoy it. Right?"

Lily looks uneasy. "You were destined to meet him..." and then, unexpectedly, she smiles. "So Valdez is your soulmate or something?"

"Nooo! I-I don't think it's like that..." Ara's voice comes out squeaky.

"Neeks is gonna love this!" Lily chortles.

"Don't you dare!"

"I'm sorry, piccola, but I have to. You told him about Connor."

"He figured it out because you're Captain Obvious from the Obnoxious Islands!"

I go back to camp during New Year's to celebrate Lily's birthday.

Michael, Annabeth, Percy (definitely not there to see Annabeth) the Stolls, and Malcolm are there too. We tried to contact Nico, but he's MIA. He spoke to Percy during his birthday, but none of them had the kindness to tell me what that was about.

Preparations for the war are happening all day, every day. Annabeth and Percy go away for a moment to review plans with Beckendorf and Michael goes with them. That leaves Malcolm, the Stolls, and I. We're watching Lily unwrap her presents.

She opens the bag the Stolls gave her. "CD's?"

"Musicals," Connor explains. "High-quality bootlegs. I thought you'd like them, you're always humming and singing when you're focused on studying, or stuff like that."

Lily turns bright pink. "Oh."

"And we thought you'd like the theatrics," Travis adds.

"Wow," Lily replies in a sarcastic tone. "Thanks."

"It's weird that you're not Apollo's daughter," the boy continues. "You like archery, theater, and music—Michael acts like your older brother, too. When you were in our cabin, it was obvious you weren't our sister," he snorts. "You're not even that fast."

"Look at the time!" I try to stop him before it's too late. "We should get going, it's almost midnight—"

"In a minute," Lily tenses. "Can you repeat that, Travis?"

"Oh, come on! You can't compare your speed to ours!"

Lily makes an expression that I only see when she's about to kill a monster. "Do you want to test that theory out?"

"Sure! I bet I can take you down in less than five minutes."

"This is a bad idea," Malcolm whispers.

All of us go out to the porch.

"Don't you trust her?"

"Oh, I trust her," the boy frowns. "Lily's going to win."

"So what's the problem?" I say, leaning against the railing.

"Michael will kill me for letting you do this," he sighs. "And he's going to bark at us that we shouldn't be pulling these stunts."

"You're free to leave."

"Are you kidding?" He laughs. "I wouldn't miss it for the world!"

"Wish I had a camera," Connor smirks, standing beside me.

Travis and Lily stand facing each other while we remind them of the rules.

"You cannot blind your opponent—"

"—Nor kick them in their soft parts."

"As soon as one of you falls, the fight stops."

"Deal?"

"Deal," replied both kids.

The fight seems uneven, Lily's a foot shorter than Travis. The key word is "seems". Lily's stronger and she can slip off any death grip as far as I'm concerned, even Clarisse has a hard time with her, it's impossible to make her fall.

"Go!"

Travis bet five minutes... the fight only lasted thirty seconds.

Lily grabs Travis's arm and throws him over her shoulder, everything could've ended there, but she pulls him down too roughly and doesn't let go of his arm on time. We stand there horrorstruck after hearing the—frankly disgusting—crack.

Travis screams and Lily covers his mouth so he doesn't alert Chiron as we rush down the porch steps. "You broke his arm!" Malcom whispers between amusement and shock.

"Less than a minute!" Connor is delighted.

"Shut up!" Weird noises come from the trees, and I realize we're about to miss curfew. "Let's take him to cabin seven!"

"Ágios Ermis piadoso!" Lily says anxiously, making me giggle.

"Yeah, let's hope Hermes doesn't hate you for this..."

"Don't worry, it was a fair fight," Connor responds. "Be quiet or the harpies will find us."

Ten minutes later, Travis is on a stretcher while Will Solace finishes his brand-new cast.

"I was going to sleep and now I'm fixing bones," he glares at us. "It's always you two and some poor camper that fell for your tricks, you gotta stop."

"It was his fault!" I point at Travis.

"You should've been there, Will! Three moves and boom! Lily had Travis on the ground—"

"Hey, Connor," his brother interrupts him. "When you're done drooling over Lily, could you bring me a glass of water?"

"I don't—I..." Connor avoids everyone's eyes. "Be right back."

I look at Lily with amusement and I notice that she's glowing in the same silverish light Connor is.

Before I can say anything, Michael storms into the infirmary, startling all of us. "Anyone cares to explain," he gasps for breath. "Why are you breaking BONES?"

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spotaus · 7 days

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HOWDY!!! I got another question about your little oc guys 😈!!! Where do they live? I’m trying to decide if one is living in a huge mansion, or maybe even if some are just wanderers across the galaxy with no home. Ooorrr if they are all just in one tiny suburban house heheh!

Ooooo and another good one that kinda goes along with this: are any roommates with each other?

(Also you make me smile and giggle every time I see your ocs! You make me happy never stop 😭👍)

AHHH!!! HI!!!! Always happy to see you back, Anon! ♡♡♡ (and ooh??? I hope you'll drop another ask if what I throw out here helps ur curiosity lol! You spoil me with compliments too!!!)

This is a bit of a silly one since a lot of their stuff is Omega!Timeline style... but for ease I'll explain my world building vibes: I call the space where all these guys exist the Goldverse. Most of my ocs travel the multiverse, abd those who do have AUs usually exist in a different timeline to end up there. So, we'll be going off of Goldverse lore here! (<- It's the home-universe of Eternal Ashes) Everyone can freely move between AUs and timelines.

Ichor: His universe (in GV) was destroyed by the Human. He lives in the Omega Timeline in a little apartment in a "city" portion! It's cozy, a living room, a nice bed, a kitchen, a bathroom. The usual! More cushy than most apartments in the area tho (favoritism lmao) EDIT: His apartment is actually 2 bedroom because he has Sons to watch over. They're immortal and don't stay with him often, but they do need an extra set of beds lol-

Pretender: His universe was... also destroyed by his human. Kinda. He ends up living in a suburb house, I think, on the outskirts of a city. Two bedrooms, two bath, one floor + a basement. He visits the city often though, and can be spotted staying across the multiverse when given the chance (ex. Nightmare's Castle)

N: ??? She just kinda pops into existence when she's needed. But also? She's a couch-surfer and sleeps under the stars. Ichor once found her on his couch in the morning, had no clue how she got in. (So, occasional roommate to Ichor :3)

Orchid: Lives strictly with Nightmare in his castle, even post-story EA. She has her own room that's decorated in purple decor and dreamcatchers she made and a bunch of books! Very Cozy. (I say strictly. Sometimes she goes to Underswap and stays with the bros there for a week or two when she gets overwhelmed.)

Reset: Used to live with Geno in the save screen (he and Kane went out to visit Reaper often tho) but now he has his own place in the Omega Timeline. An apartment, a few buildings down from Ichor. A bit small, but filled to the brim with video games and movie posters. And guitars. He's not the best at playing, but no noise complains yet, so that's good!

(The two above Eventually might be roommates, but as of now they get limited (and supervised) times that they can see eachother due to the whole.. genocide thing.)

Stereo: Post-EA he lives with Fresh still (I Imagine it to be like a random house in a void or maybe a Van? Yeah, I could see Fresh living that Van/Modified Bus life). It's an ever-changing living situation tbh, but Fresh is a good role-model, so who's to judge?

Monochrome: He's living with Cross after the whole EA situation. Aka, he lives in Nightmare's castle too. His room is one over from Orchid's and has a bunch of art supplies and crafts happening constantly. Orchid doesn't mind him, but does Not let him in her room... (Unless he's having a nightmare.)

Teddy: She has two houses! One that Ink made for her in a pocket void (she only goes there to sew now) and Haphazard's house in the Omega Timeline. She likes staying with Hap because he's her older brother, and she also hates being alone. (She's also been known to stay with Stereo or Sprite and Merlot.)

Haphazard: A house in the Omega Timeline as previously stated. Pre-story he never had time to stop moving so he ended up sleeping very little, but post-story he and Lost move in together and relax a bit.

Shotput: A lil different, he moves from AU to AU. Technically he prefers a Royalty AU (the one where he met his boyfriend, Roman) because it's an au where his parents actually pay attention to him. Besides that though, he'll bum at Nightmare's (thanks to Killer) and does technically have a room but it's pretty barren. So, 90% he's at a castle.

Ark: Lives in the city. But like, specifically in the Lab sectors. Work-a-holic that's a danger to everyone? Yeah. No. He's gonna stay Mildly Contained.

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Where did the majority of your clothes come from? Not one single place. I like getting clothes from a variety of shops and I'm not picky with where I buy them.

Have you ever attempted to sculpt something from ice? I've never done that, but that sounds like an interesting class to take now that I think about it.

What's so amazing about Shark Week? I never learned what that is actually.

Do you wear sunglasses in the winter? You should. We don't have winter, and sunglasses and I don't make a good pair (hehe) because then I have to take off my glasses and I wouldn't be able to see anything anyway.

Have you ever had to wear an oxygen mask? No, never had to.

Do you have a dreamcatcher? I do.

Is there someone you ALWAYS bump heads with? No. I hate conflict and try to go about disagreements in a calm way.

What's your favorite thing you own that YOU made? I don't think there is anything.

Have you ever starved yourself? Yeah...

What do you spend all of your money on? Mostly on food, if I do spend; but I'm sure once BTS is back I'll be spending on K-pop again lol. I'm happy with my little hiatus for now.

Do you like Robot Chicken? I don't know what that is.

What movie character would you like to be a part of your family? Not a movie, but Clunkers the dog from Friends haha. And the dog that Phoebe got Joey when he got all sad over Rachel.

What's the last thing you were an audience of? Seventeen concert last January.

Has anyone ever had to physically restrain you from doing something? Sure.

Do you raise your voice when you get angry? No. I only do when I'm angry and feel like I'm getting interrupted or talked over.

Do you like the pretzel M&Ms? I've never tried them but they sound kinda delicious.

Have you ever been accused of thinking you're too good for something? Well I don't think I'm a master of anything, so.

Do your scars tell sad or happy stories? My one notable scar is just an annoying story of a distant cousin who didn't know how to behave around people and was not supervised properly by his parents.

Have you ever walked straight into a wall/door? I don't think I have haha.

Have you ever been embarrassed to have a crush on someone? Little bit.

Is there anything you're trying to move on from? Continued from a few days ago idk how long. Just the whole craziness of how Wrestlemania 40's been, although it's safe to assume I won't be able to for a while haha.

Have you ever stolen someone's boyfriend? Nope.

Are you careful with your words? As much as possible.

Do you have a locket? What's the picture inside of it? Nope.

Describe the most interesting vehicle you've ever seen. Nothing comes to mind right now...

Would you be afraid to take a public bus anywhere? Have never taken a bus besides the private buses we'd have for like school field trips or whatever lol. Just seems too dangerous to me plus I'll never know if I'm sitting beside a pervert man.

Have you ever given anything to someone who is homeless? Before I used to give change and snacks, but for safety reasons I've stopped.

What are you feeling, right now? Elated from Wrestlemania weekend, happy that we have two holiday weekdays this week so I don't get to go back to work til Thursday.

How do you react when you feel embarrassed about something? I guess it depends what kind of embarrassed it is? There's the light-hearted kind in which I just laugh it off, then there's like a checking-on-someone's-grandma-not-knowing-she-died embarrassed that makes me want to quit socializing.

Have you ever tried to 'fix' someone? Yes.

What's in your copy and paste? A link to a wrestling streaming site.

How many stuffed animals do you own, and what are they? I have lke 5 BT21 plushies, some of Tata and others of Koya.

When's the last time you were carried by someone? Three weeks ago when we had our company outing, and I was the one who led our dodgeball team to victory lol. All those lunch periods in third grade spent playing dodgeball were finally ROI'd haha

Have you ever accidentally taken a shower with like your underwear left on, or something? Not my underwear but I've turned on the shower with my glasses on, heh.

Can you twirl things well? Like, just noodles I guess? I don't really...twirl things on a regular basis.

Do you have bangs? I had them like a week before the pandemic kicked in so no one ever really saw them lol. I got rid of them halfway through 2021 and it was still pandemic-y at the time, so at the end of the day no one ever really saw me in bangs. I'm still a little peeved about it HAHA

Have you ever seen someone who wore a real eyepatch? I knew a kid in school who did. She was also one of my sister's close friends.

What started the last 'cat-fight' you were involved in? I've never been in a catfight.

Would you agree that it's extremely disrespectful to 'test' someone in a relationship? I wouldn't call it disrespectful but I do find it a waste of time. Just address things head-on; communicate.

Do you go all out on dressing up for pep-rallies and the like? I never attended pep rallies when I was in college.

What's in your locker? I haven't had a locker since 2016.

Are you in possession of any currency that isn't used in your country? I have a Korean won bill that Angela got me a few years ago; I also have a handful of Thai baht coins left.

Did anyone witness your last kiss? Doubt it.

Do you remember Hamtaro? No.

What about Peewee Hermin? Yeah I know Peewee. He was associated with WWE for a time and afaik one of my fav wrestlers used to be obsessed with him haha.

Do you have any younger siblings? I have two.

Are you cool with them, or do they annoy you to no end? My sister and I are close.

Do you know anyone with a kind of creepy smile? Eh, no.

Anyone with Bieber Fever? Sure! I know a few who grew up with JB and still have a soft spot for their Bieber fevers. I find it generally endearing how people my age have been rediscovering our old interests, just now in a much more unashamed light :)

Have you tried Cupcake Pebbles cereal? I don't think so.

What's your favorite ride at an amusement park? Whatever that's not a rollercoaster or those rides that shoot all the way down at like 500 kph lmao. Basically anything that takes it easy on my sensitive motion sickness.

Last person you flipped off? Idk probably a driver.

Have you ever been on TV? No. I've been behind the camera during live news programs though.

Are you currently distancing yourself from anyone? Yes.

Trying to get close to anyone? Nope.

Anyone who's way over protective of you? My parents have considerably toned down but they are still a bit protective.

Do you like dubstep? It's okay.

Have you ever been to a rave? Yes.

Have you any friends that are twins? No.

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hi , rq anon here from earlier !! ^_^

I'm kinda just gonna go on a ramble here about things you said in your response that were kinda like ... wow okay !! apologies for any improper grammer or typos too !! I'm a fast typer lmao

first , the fakeclaiming hello .... ???

"why is your support of minorities so conditioned" because a) I don't believe that the majority of you chucklefucks are actual minorities so this doesn't apply " wow okay !! that's certainly a way of thinking !! if your belief on someone's race , disability , gender , or trauma or literally anything only applys in certain situations , you are ALSO a bigot . your support for any minority shouldn't be conditioned the moment you disagree with them , or the moment they do something you don't like . you don't see me saying " ur not native american or a system or a trafficking victim bc ur an anti rq and i hate anti rqs !!! " like hello ???

" are you actually POC or are you "transrace" ? " if we're going in your definition , I'm " actually poc . " just like you , I'm native american ( just like you , yippie :3 ) , my dads entire side of the family is native . my grandma taught me how to make dreamcatchers and quillwork and beadwork and she told me many stories growing up !! my native features are pretty obvious too ( despite my skin ... super pale LMAO ) but so , yk , im bodily poc and have been since the day i was born .

" I have Because let's be clear so many radqueers are super fucking white and are larping as POC because they want brownie points or want to be allowed to say slurs. " idk what radqueers you're talking about but poc rqs make up a large handful of our community , at least from what ive been able to see and I've been active in the rq community for a long time . then with the larping as poc , again , the unnecessary and extremely rude fakeclaiming ?? claiming someone is faking their race ( or really faking ANYTHING ) without proof is extremely bad . for someone who claims to support minorities so bad , your view on ones that aren't like you sure is interesting !!

" If your fucking people were not genocided you will NEVER understand what it's like to be Native American and you doing shit like redface only makes things worse. " but i do understand and have understood since i was a little girl . assuming im lying about my race when i literally told you im bodily poc is so fucking weird and literally feeds into bigot behaviors !!

" are you actually traumatized or are you "trans trauma" and had a perfect life and never got hurt? " i was trafficked , raped , beaten and abused my whole life . my genitalia is deformed from how much sexual abuse I went through , I've been in therapy for years now . I'm willing to go into so much detail if you actually wanna know , but then again , you probably won't believe me bc your belief on victims stories is limited 🤷 I actively am in a toxic situation , infact , and just escaped an extremely toxic relationship with my ex , but sure , because I'm radqueer , suddenly I'm lying and just wanna pretend to be ruined for the rest of my life because it's cool .

" yet your community encourages people to not only pretend to experience what I did (trafficking) but also encourages purposefully endangering yourself and trying to GET PEOPLE ABUSED. " for starters , once again , have never seen anyone pretend to be trafficked in the rq community , but I might just be looking at the wrong side ! and then with trying to get people abused and stuff , the only thing I can think of to what you would be referring to is consensual relationships with cnc where one is transharmful and one is harmed . the thing is , notice how I said consensual ?? those sort of relationships are wanted and done safely , at least from what I've heard from people in those those sort of relationships .

" On the flip side are you someone who actually experienced something as extreme as I did or the same situation or are you "trans severity" " already stated this but i experienced just as much as you did ( well , in relations to trafficking at least , I'm not sure what your trauma is beyond that so maybe I have it worse or less worse than you , who knows )

" you have refused to do any of the work that is necessary to get over your own insecurities and accept that you can come away with the same kind of horrific fucked up mental state as people who go through a variety of things and by speaking over real survivors of specific areas not only are you doing self-harm (emotional) but you are ruining the chances of real survivors getting help and aid. " in therapy and am on meds for starters , so I'm not denying any work there . as for speaking over real survivors , nobody is doing that . at least not transramcoa people ( from what I've seen ) , most of them are aware of at least the basics of what it is we've gone through and they support us , maybe you've had a bad run but all my transramcoa friends love me and are always willing to listen to my stories about the things I went through . nobody is talking over you , nobody is saying you didn't go through the things you went through . as for ruining chances of real survivors getting help , ... how ??? genuinely how ?? if you're talking about transid people using things like mobility aids and stuff , then I don't necessarily understand how it's harmful . because one , a lot of transabled people don't really use mobility aids due to lack of money , unstable environments and stuff like that , but even those who do help normalize people using things like canes and stuff out in public , and if more people use mobility aids then a lot more companies will make them and stuff ( obviously , it'll kinda suck because inflation is wack )

" Are you actually disabled or are you "transabled" ? " once again , as already stated , I am actually disabled . I am diagnosed with MDD , GAD & ADHD and have been since I was a pre-teen , then I fit into all diagnostic criteria for bpd and autism and have suspected DID .

" The majority of radqueers however are not actually disabled or at least have a series of disabilities they pretend to have to make fun of people with those disabilities or because they think it's funny/cool. " no ?? again , I really & truly do not understand where you're finding these radqueers because all radqueers I've met have some sort of disability , either mentally or physically . and even then , I've never met a transabled person who does it to mock disabled people OR because they think the disabilities are cool . most transabled people I've met are transabled due to atypical dysphoria , presenting differently in headspace , source / kin memories , and most times they're transseverity ( aka , already disabled !! )

" and sure if I was you I'd be miserable because I was a bigot and bigots are miserable. But you could just no longer be like that if you stopped being a bad person maybe. " no , you'd be miserable because of all the things I deal with daily . you'd be miserable because I'm gonna have to repeat ninth grade most likely . you'd be miserable because nobody ever understands what I've gone through . you'd be miserable because I've been the " weird kid who doesn't understand social cues and is too loud " my entire life . you'd be miserable because I live with a mother who's like a ticking time bomb sometimes . I am not a bad person either , infact , I get told often I am a good person who's funny , kind , compassionate and very empathetic by my friends and family ( and yes , this includes the ones who know about my radqueer identity . yes , this includes even my ANTI friends who know I'm radqueer . ) , I am a much better person than I was when I was younger , my improvement in my behavior is something I'm extremely proud of actually !!

tl ; dr ;; your support and belief for minorities shouldn't be limited the moment you disagree with them . just because someone is different than you doesn't mean they're lying .

Okay, this may be the last one from you that I'm addressing not because I wish to drop the topic but because I now know I'm talking to a minor on an account I sometimes post sexually explicit posts on and I don't want to anytime soon unnecessarily expose you or other children to that as well as my own personal feelings about how I approach topics with those substantially younger than myself. I want to start off by and be clear that this is not to say children are lesser or dumb but rather that I know from my own experiences that it's a lot harder to be at a better place mentally the younger you are and the closer to trauma you are. The way I reacted and the way I have spoken to you is incredibly unnecessary and I apologize for any distress I may have caused. I do not wish to cause harm to children whatsoever. I also know that when it comes to groups I personally see as a genuine danger to my safety I will be incredibly aggressive and harsh. This harshness is meant primarily for adult radqueers who have the ability to know better, fully understand right from wrong, and specifically the ones who do everything in their power to berate genuine minorities. I am so genuinely sorry that you've been sucked into that hell and you are not to blame nor deserving of any of this. I've been there, I'm pretty sure I got trafficked in highschool still as well. I know how horrific it is. And I'm also very sorry that I did not think about properly wording my previous post as talking in generalizations without clarification obviously would end with me fakeclaiming you which was wrong of me on many levels. The anger I hold to the people being genuinely bigotted and cruel should not be placed on people who genuinely seem to not hold those fascistic and horrific ideas.

I don't believe it's bigoted for me to often doubt the validity of someone's claims if they're a part of a social movement built on the basis of lies, manipulation, and other falseities. Transids/TransX is based on lying to other people and taking up space in communities of minorities while knowing you are not that minority. For example a fully white person claiming to be "trans native" going to events for natives or even lying for scholarships and similar yet not even knowing the name of whatever tribe they're claiming to be a part of, anything about the history, or even trying to genuinely care about the people within that demographic. That person is a colonizer, I would hope you agree that colonization is bad. Which leads me to be confused as to why you would support a colonialist ideology such as transids/TransX. It doesn't matter if SOME people are not doing redface/blackface/similar, the overall concept is built specifically to defend those things. The most prominent example of transX identities is Oli London who was an obsessive stalker of a BTS member. He later claimed to "detransition" and is now an alt-righter spokes person online advocating for the brutality and legal oppression against trans people because of comparing real transgender people to his creepy racist bullshit he purposefully did to himself. This is what TransID is, and has always been. It is white people making a mockery of POC, and ableds mocking disableds by doing stereotypical impressions of mentally and physically disabled people to claim they're basically the same. Saying you are "transOCD" is faking OCD and is inherently making fun of people with OCD as well because it is making a mockery of what the actual disorder is. And faking a disorder for attention is something you should not be encouraging as it's a sign of differing mental illnesses that when constantly played off as just a special little identity forces you to never look into getting care or aid. (And no TransID is nothing like being transgender. Gender is an immutable self concept, that self concept fits into societal ideas and is called gender. The self concept is not by any means attached to one's body it is core to the self. All things that fall under transIDs are actually just about your body and things that are not always inherent to the self. If one had a differing body or brain they would not have X experience. I'd also go as far as to say that I believe personality disorders are parts of the self- but if you don't have one that means your self is not supposed to have it and you are going against the nature of the self by pretending to have it and is still obviously vastly different from gender.)

The reason I doubt the claims of people who are radqueers on their own traits and identity is not out of hate for them- I do not doubt radqs because I dislike them- I doubt them because the community is centered on lying. It is an ideology that is rotted at the very core. There is no radqueer without lying about your identity. You cannot be a radqueer and be anti-racist because being anti-racist requires going against trace people. Because trace people only exist due to racism. POC people who feel they have to be white are struggling with internalized racism- telling them they're right and would be better as a fully white person is you being racist. White people larping as POC is obviously racist because they are physically not POC and will NEVER experience what POC do.

I am sorry that you don't see what this community you are in is built upon. I am sorry people are lying to you and pretending to care about your trauma. I really and truly do hope you can get away from these ghoulish people who are using you as a token minority and a shield. You do not deserve to have people telling you they want your trauma or calling you lucky for experiencing such horrific things.

Radqueers do encourage abuse. I was once sent a massive thing screaming at me by another radqueer for daring to get free of trafficking and told I only existed to be raped and that's all I deserved and I was a bigot for taking away from biastiophiles because the radq community is filled with abusers who are pro-contact for horrific things. I am referring to the people in the community who go and do shit like that. The people who have been outed for sexually abusing children, animals, and corpses. The people who have tried to push people with disordered masochism such as myself into getting severely injured to the point of hospitalizations. I am talking about the people who encourage and advocate for the legalization of child abuse. I am so fucking glad you haven't run into those people, I am very fucking genuine when I say that I am terrified for people your age who are in that community. I am terrified that radqueers will get more people abused and killed. I don't want more people to die or be abused that is why I'm anti radqueer.

People ruining chances for survivors getting help is a mixed bag as well. As a person in treatment for my trauma it's so fucking hard to get anyone who believes you, I lucked out on a therapist who'd worked with trafficking survivors before but due to the large proliferation of misinformation people genuinely do not know what happens in trafficking. I have been brutalized and attacked for being a survivor on the basis it sounded too far fetched. I have seen people get pushed away by law enforcement because too many liars have made false reports or similar. The massive situation with the satanic panic for example got therapists and survivors alike killed. This is just a continuation of that brutality. Anyone who is transRAMCOA is someone lying about being a survivor and causing severe harm and damage to real survivors. I'm sorry the people around you don't see you as someone who matters and sees your trauma as a joke. You don't deserve that. Nobody around you should be telling you how jealous they are to be brutalized like you are/were. They're not good friends and they're using you.

Disabilities are also not fun. Nobody who is "transabled" by radqueer terms actually cares about the people with the real disability because if they did they wouldn't be faking it. They wouldn't be making fun of the symptoms.

You seem to be struggling a lot with self hatred. And I can only help you pull through. Seeing such young people get sucked into abusive and cruel extremist groups is incredibly sad and I know nothing I say will ever save anyone but fuck me if I didn't want to at least try.

#anti radqueer #radqueers fuck off #radqueer dni #radqueer tw #ableism tw #racism tw #cult tw #trafficking tw #abuse tw #SA tw

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