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awhilde · 4 years

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kaeya as your boyfriend!

seeing all these hc’s for genshin is making me sob like god damn all these enemies to lovers for childe and lumine is making me simp for him. also i’ll never shut up about kaeya his yoho in the manga reminds me of oikawa and that just throws me into a whole other world of hurt

&& this is potentially the last piece of genshin content that i’ll post in a while bc i don’t just want to write purely abt genshin however !! if someone asks for it who am i to say no?

neways,,, kaeya as ur boyfriend!

the beginning of your relationship would have originated with his confession to you

despite being a huge romantic, kaeya confessed to you with no prior planning, nothing spectacular like a mysterious note leading to a tree caked in snow despite the rest of the world enveloped in a still night

in fact, kaeya hadn’t even come to terms with his true feelings when it occurred, he simply knew that he found you fascinating and of good company. besides, you easily bounced back his roundabout way of talking and your banter provided him good humour

so when the two of you were casually patrolling the streets of the city on the lookout for potential hazards, he’d dropped the bomb mid conversation when you guys were talking about your family

“yeah, i totally get that.” you had said in reply to his advice. “i’m just anxious i guess, on what i should do. after taking so long, is my brother even still alive?” after a shaky inhale, you laughed off the suddenly sombre atmosphere. “sorry, i didn’t mean to bring the mood down. i suppose i just felt a bit alone in this whole situation. its like no one is taking my brother’s disappearance seriously and its being overlooked because of all this dragon business.”

kaeya hadn’t been sure as to what to say for he felt slightly guilty for forgetting the reason why you ended up here as well. he felt an odd pang in his chest at your crestfallen expression, more so at how much you tried to cover it up with a smile.

he’d suddenly turn from walking beside you to standing in front, gauging your expression and successfully halting you in your step

he’d confess with a smile, clearly not expecting a response and solely in hopes of letting you know that he cared for you and you weren’t alone. he wouldn’t be nervous ion think, he knows his worth and would be completely comfortable with only being your friend. he’d let the news comprehend in your mind before turning around, wishing you a goodnight and a slight pun about how the early bird gets the worm

oh boy, kaeya’d would have never expected you to return his feelings but you did anyway, replying in a similar, quiet tone, expressing the emotions that you felt around the ice man and only THEN did he blush. he’d hid the majority of his reddening face behind his palm, looking off the right slightly to try and hide his face from you. the fluistered look on his face sent you out of this world

neways, the night ended in a limbo between awkward, flustered glances and timid silence, and finding the situation hilarious because well,, it just was to you two

the day after that, your relationship was relatively the same

except, kaeya no longer hid his lingering looks at you anymore which made 1). you blush and 2). everyone suspicious

but i mean they called it so,,,

everyone, that is, except paimon who exists only to be the biggest cockblocker you’ve ever met. no like seriously, did almost drowning cause the last sliver of common sense to escape from her?

regardless, paimon was on your ass every. single. time you and kaeya talked whether it be in private or within a group

like that one time when kaeya managed to get you alone in the library, having not had the opportunity to talk to you privately all day

he had stood a little too close to you (bc kaeya is a : dom and towering over you is something he would find pleasure in doing) as you talked. clearly, he wasn’t paying attention to your attempt at small talk instead opting to inch you closer to the wall with a smirk

you’re not completely dense, you knew exactly what he was doing but he was hot so you let it slide, finding the situation kinda addicting to be in

“anyway, amber was telling me something about cleaning up the aftermath of stormterror, something about barricades and the like, are you going to be helping us this time?” you had asked him, eyebrow raised over the book you had clutched to your chest

kaeya smirks and steps closer again, causing you to back away slightly. “and if i don’t?”

“go ahead and find out yourself, pretty boy, see how well that turns out.”

the bored challenge in your voice disappears when he closes the gap between you two, placing a forearm easily above your head and tilting your body in that respective direction, easily caging you in

“caring for me? where did your tsundere act go?” he whispered, breath tickling the hairs framing your face. by now, you were sure it was obvious that you were blushing

your eyes flick to his lips and back to his eye, his own catching the movement and you swore his lips stretched further into that smirk. his face edges closer to yours, a still silence in the form of an inhaled breath tense in the air and just as kaeya’s lips touched your own

the door to the library slams open

kaeya immediately brings his head up and checks behind his shoulder, body still encasing yours but this time in order to protect you

and you can’t see because,, well,, kaeya’s body was obstructing your vision so you turn to look around him but he moves that way too, protecting you from the intruder’s sight

but well, you didn’t need to see the person to know them because their voice was a dead give away

“kaeya!” paimon exclaimed and you hear kaeya’s short huff of exhaustion. “have you seen name? she said she was around here but,,, paimon hasn’t seen her anywhere. why are you looking at paimon like that?”

convinced that she wasn’t a threat, kaeya sighs and leans his forehead against yours. you giggle slightly

paimon finally sees you, at least your figure anyway and gasps. “wait a minute, is that a girl paimon is seeing? kaeya, what are you doing with this girl? unless,,, omg are you cheating on name?”

and without looking at the floating human, kaeya tells her to leave in a firm voice. clearly, he didn’t like any of this bullshit

and paimon gets a little scared before she huffs, telling him that she was totally going to tell you what he was doing

and the door slams after her with extra intended force and with the help of a few icicles

kaeya opens his eyes and gazes longingly at you, frustrated and annoyed at well,, being cockblocked. the moment of intense sexual tension is over and being flustered is well past you know. besides, you kinda wanted to clear up the misunderstanding before paimon spreads some nasty rumour. and sure, kaeya couldn’t care less about his reputation, but you cared about his

so you laugh at his misery and give him a quick peck on the lips before ducking under his arm and exiting the library

kaeya would be a little stunned at your move on him, but he was well aware of your cheeky side. for the rest of the day, he would declare war on you, trying to get you flustered again (bc its funny and cute). he’d do things like cooling his skin when you accidently touch him, standing way too close to you in group discussions and !! breathing down your neck (bc mans has cold breath) and just generally looking at your direction

you’d fight back bc he’s being ridiculous, winking when you caught him staring, squeezing his hand when he walks past and jokingly avoiding his attempts to get you in private

bc i mean, there was a dragon terrorising the world so romance shouldn’t be your first priority

a shame that kaeya thinks he’s all that and confident in his abilities that he’s like yes i can juggle saving the world and winning over my girlfriend in my sleep wym

when this silly “fight” is over, you finally let kaeya drag you into an alleyway, pressing you up against the wall and kissing you without words

and you smile into the kiss bc frustrated kaeya is so cute

and that’s the relationship, just a mix of pure fluff (bc kaeya really does care for you a lot), stupid banter and sexual tension!!

wow!

#kaeya #kaeya x reader #kaeya x lumine #why is kaeya so hot but so weak?#manga kaeya has me feeling some typa way #kaeya fluff #genshin #genshin impact #genshin kaeya

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sapphixxx · 3 years

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⚠️Guilty Gear Strive Spoilers Below⚠️

Just finished the Strive story, honestly kind of confused about a lot of it, but I like where I-No's whole plan ultimately ended up--both because the visual of her turning into a force of the universe and her whole messy motivation for it was genuinely really cool. After failing to see any possible future for the universe, setting into motion a Cambrian explosion of new universes at the hands of a human race all turned into limitless gods to shape reality into limitless new forms is fucking metal as hell, and the fact that her desire to do this came primarily from a sense of just being unhappy and incapable of grounding herself securely to anything that she truly loves or cares about beyond the drive and the thrill of following her mission for all these years? Fuck man, that honestly rules in a very real and relatable way.

My only disappointment is that I think there could have been more done with the juxtaposition between I-No looking to the future and Axl looking to the past, both to their own detriment in their ability to live and anchor themselves in the present. Like, considering how central they are to each other's story, it was kind of baffling how little Axl played into the proceedings at all.

While Freddy and Jack's epic heterosexuality for each other kind of, uh, wasn't my thing, I ended up liking their individual arcs quite a lot. But again!! Jack'O and I-No have a lot of potential for interesting mirrors of each other, in that they both fail to see any place for themselves in the world, and are thus only able to conclude that the only way to have an identity and make a meaningful choice is by erasing themselves, subsuming their life and individuality to a higher purpose. Which is interesting in itself, but especially BECAUSE they are both led to this conclusion despite Jack'O being conceived as fundamentally lacking individuality, and I-No being conceived as an avatar of individuality. In the choices they try to make, they briefly switch places. Jack'O staunchly affirms that this is her decision, based on who she alone is and who she alone can be, while I-No, in attempting to give all of humanity her same power and vision, in a roundabout way would relinquish the burden of being the sole isolated individual in her unique position and could instead just be one of many billions all acting freely.

So I'm kinda torn on how I feel about the ending. I do think such a huge flashy send-off is kind of perfect for I-No if she truly is gone, but the teaser of a woman walking up to Axl in the credits scenes raises a lot of potential to muddy that. I've seen some interpret it that I-No in her final moment before death swapped positions in time with Megumi, and if that's the case that like. Honestly kind of sucks the life out of both I-No and Axl. It's like, oh, okay, so I-No potentially just spends her final action in a series she's played such a huge role in shaping to do a favor for a man, erasing the dynamic, flawed, powerful version of herself, so this guy can have the kind doting wife version of herself instead. Cool. Which ends up undercutting Axl, too, cause his whole conflict would just get neatly resolved and all of his arc over the series coming to terms with the fact that he's going to have to give up on returning to the past and all his conflict about what that means and how he sees himself and relates to others just kinda evaporates. Oh she's back now! Everything is fine, and Axl becomes basically just a dumb cute face who has been reset back to zero. You know what I mean? I really hope that woman is either someone new, or I-No survived after all, just because it would keep the character arc moving in SOME direction rather than grinding it to a halt.

I don't have a nice way to wrap it up with a bow, I hate to leave on a sour note, though. Point is, Guilty Gear rules, and all the reviewers panning it as stupid and confusing have got empty fuckin skulls cause man the fact that it's stupid and confusing is exactly WHY this shit slaps so hard.

#that's all for now cause it's past bedtime #op #guilty gear

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wangxiandecoded · 4 years

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Episode 7 (& Wangxian Meta)

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(Spoilers for the whole show ahead!)

The Chosen Ones

Lan Zhan, if this scene foreshadows anything, it’s that he’s certainly going to become a part of your domestic affair.

There is something powerful about the first and only female Lan clan leader giving them her blessing and saying it was destiny that they found their way to her just as she’s about to fade into oblivion. Wangxian are the archetypal Chosen Ones who have been entrusted with keeping the Yin Iron safe. And if this was yet another straight adventure story that delivers poetic justice, we would expect it to conclude with these two people ending up together - and that’s what The Untamed does in a roundabout way with our heroes.

Nothing to see here. Just two guys tripping over each other because the sacred string of fate pulled them towards each other.

Lan Zhan, I’ll Be Your Secret Keeper!

This episode is full of instances where Wei Ying refuses to tell other characters what really happened in the cave, then turns around to look at Lan Zhan with a proud look that screams, “I’m so good at keeping secrets, aren’t I? We are soulmates! Come on, validate me, Lan Zhan!”

The expression on Lan Qiren’s face when Wei Ying calls Lan Zhan his confidant/soulmate. No words are needed.

The Yin Iron Secret™ is obviously bringing them closer and they begin to share loaded glances that convey everything they wish to say without actually having to. Thus begins the process of everyone third wheeling Wangxian.

Jiang Cheng thinks Wei Ying should move into the Cloud Recesses since he’s hanging out with Lan Zhan all the time. Lan Zhan hears that and appears to be a tad bit disappointed Wei Ying might never actually do that since their lifestyles are leagues apart. It’s tough being Wei Wuxian sometimes.

The Lantern That Started Everything

We are here, folks! The moment that started it all, the scene that defined Wangxian’s story. Once again, Wangxian are framed in contrast with the two straight couples.

Lan Zhan and Wei Ying are standing together and look at each other while making their wish, just like Yanli x Jin Zixuan, and Jiang Cheng x Wen Qing.

Lan Zhan says he is used to doing it alone and Wei Ying comments old habits can be changed, which just points to the latter’s impact on the former’s life.

Wei Ying has another accomplishment to cross off his list : Finally made Lan Zhan smile today!

Mian Mian asks Yanli why she didn’t make the lantern together with Jin Zixuan, as praying together is a custom followed by couples that are to be married. And that tells you everything you need to know about Lan Zhan and Wei Ying’s relationship.

The first of many times that Lan Zhan rushes in to hold Wei Ying back.

Lan Zhan for a second believed Wei Ying finally learnt his lessons and crossed over to the lawful good side.. but come on, you love him precisely because he would never do that. And those ants are cute.

Jiang Fengmian proposes to cancel the troth between the clans to marry Yanli and Jin Zixuan. It is worth mentioning that Jiang clan’s approach to marriage is to never force their kids into a lifelong relationship they are not sure they want as they believe in “following one’s nature”. When even straight relationships are progressive and value happiness above all else, what is to stop the show from selling us a central gay romance that ends happily? Absolutely nothing.

We’ve now seen both the protagonists reject the romantic idea of spending their life with a woman.

Missing Lan Zhan Hours Now Open

Wei Ying pouting like.. What do you mean we have to leave already? Lan Zhan literally just started acknowledging me as his soulmate.

Oh no, Lan Zhan.. Why aren’t you including your soulmate on the super secret plan™?!

Wei Ying’s reason for wanting to say goodbye to only Lan Zhan out of all the disciples is, “Why can’t I admire his talents? You’re all losers who can’t fight me and he is my Match (Made In Heaven), I desire for an equivalence (and a meaningful union between souls.)”

The camera moves from the Yunmeng siblings squabbling to Lan Zhan observing them from a distance. Zewu Jun joins him and comments that after Wei Ying’s departure, Yun Shen will be silent once more. Lan Zhan’s face falls a little, understandably because he was getting more than used to Wei Ying’s chaotic presence in his life.

Zewu Jun is worried if Lan Zhan will be alright on his journey alone and raises the idea if he should tell Wei Ying about his quest. But Lan Zhan, our beloved idiot, still needs that extra push to come to terms with his feelings and realize Wei Ying will instantly drop everything for a lifetime by his side if he were to only say the word.

Rabbits Symbolise The Chinese Gay God

Even before the fandom taught me that the Chinese god of homosexuality is literally The Rabbit God, so the inclusion of rabbits is gloriously queer subtext, I could gather that they symbolised Wangxian’s feelings for each other. They both talk to the rabbits when the other is not there, Wei Ying paints a rabbit lantern for them to wish together, Lan Zhan raised Ah Yuan among these rabbits because they reminded him of Wei Ying and after 16 years, Lan Zhan drunkenly admits he likes rabbits (the equivalent of saying he’s always liked Wei Ying), they buy the rabbit lantern together and finally come back to find these rabbits in Cloud Recesses. The rabbits are a part of the Wangxian family.

The reappearance of the rabbits when Lan Zhan and Wei Ying’s dynamics have changed 16 years later is very telling. Their relationship by then has survived death and the miraculous return from death; it’s gone through the whole cycle of the promise of love, the pain of loss, the joy of redemption. The rabbits bring their life full circle to denote the certainty and comfort in the fact that they have each other after the trials and tribulations their romance has withstood. Wei Ying even says he isn’t scared of what happens anymore in that scene. There is nothing that can separate our heroes after this, they just have to brave whatever comes together.

And then there’s this promo picture and scene from a later episode where two rabbits are kissing.

This is how The Untamed screamed gay rights : “We’re not saying the heroes are gay, but the Yunshen rabbits are definitely gay and no one can do anything about it!” Only, the rabbits are such a huge part of this love story.

Wangxian’s Promise of Love and Honor

When they make the wish together, Lan Zhan looks at Wei Ying with a kind of awe and reverence like, how did I not recognize him from the moment we met? He eyes the pouch containing the Yin metal and realizes they are both more alike than he thought, that this guy is possibly and most definitely his soulmate. This is an important stage in their relationship.

When he hears Wei Ying wish that he wants to eliminate evil and protect the weak in exchange for a life without anything weighing down their hearts - I think it is at this point he begins to see him as more of a life partner with whom he can share everything, than just a friend. Because Wei Ying’s impact on Lan Zhan’s life is so profound it alters his being, tilts his axis and expands his perspective. Wei Ying brought with him a free-spirited, flexible measurement of morality and an ardent quest for truth that no 3000 rules of the Lan clan had ever laid down. He realizes the rules he grew up on are right but Wei Ying, with all his moral complexity, can also be right. Wei Ying’s companionship introduced Lan Zhan to a fluid perception of right and wrong that he found perfectly acceptable. This shows Lan Zhan and Wei Ying belong to the new generation that is here to reform the broken system built by their ancestors. In this moment, by choosing to view him as his unequivocal soulmate, by acknowledging their paths are to be forever intertwined, Lan Zhan liberates his mind from the monochromatic perception of life he was brought up on. By making this wish together, Lan Zhan trusts Wei Ying to always do the right thing from now on and trusts the both of them to lead a life that they are proud of.

He doesn’t know right now that staying committed to this wish is going to demand everything from them in the future, but he does know that Wei Ying is the greatest person he has ever met and the first one who is so compatible with him. And that is a revelation to Lan Zhan because there are easily a million things that set them apart. All the same, he sees his own core values reflected in his soulmate. He decides it couldn’t be the worst thing in this world to stand by Wei Ying’s side especially when he’s doing the most honorable thing they both know to be true. This common ground means something to Lan Zhan, even if we don’t hear him admit that. Because here is Wei Ying telling him he doesn’t need to be alone anymore even though he’s used to it. That he doesn’t have to go through any of it alone as long as he is there: fight for justice, vanquish evil, or even simply go through everyday life. Lan Zhan’s face in this scene is understandably the face of a man who is falling in love.

The promise they make to each other on this cliff was in a way, a promise to follow their own path that ended up operating above the constraints of and reinvented the cultivation world’s jurisdiction. There are going to be many forces trying to convince them it's not the right way, but the path they share, which is both the literal path of justice and their love for each other (they are synonymous, after all) is the one they courageously forge and painfully commit to when their world is unable to go on existing with the faulty principles it was founded on. That is why their romance survives every obstacle in the end. It is founded on a love that runs so deep it recognizes and respects the other in the many lifetimes spent serving their just cause. Their love, and the extents it goes to in order to thrive, is the answer to all the troubles that ail their world. And it all began with this lantern.

This is why The Untamed is the gay drama and Wangxian are the gay warriors the universe has been waiting for. It staged gay romance in a realm ruled by gentry and the supernatural, giving us equal parts of gore as there is swashbuckling, gut-wrenching drama. Literally never been done before.

In conclusion, Episode 7 deepens the bond between our heroes and sets up the main struggle in their romance as we wait to see what will become of the wish they made together. But one thing is clear : They are bound together forever, not just by their love for each other but also by their common cause. That is why the road they walk on can never be different. It will forever be the single plank road they will always find their way back to.

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k-writer1998 · 3 years

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Who Said Love Was Easy? (6/12)

There are many different kinds of people who come and go from your life. Some will stay constant and sturdy like a river, growing alongside you, others will come like a whirlwind who wreaks havoc and leaves just as quickly, then there is everything in between. In this twisted maze of connections, that is where our story begins. A steadfast boy, a girl with a past, a little bit of alcohol, mistakes, and some love. Where can you go wrong with that?

angsty fluff

w.c: 1.7k

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The first words I heard from the call were “I’m sorry,” followed by an explanation and an “I got you.” I didn’t trust those words as the only other person he could ask in this situation is the one person I didn’t want involved. I tried to argue but Jaehyung had already sent the boy my way so with a defeated sigh I went to finish getting ready. By the time I finished my makeup I had come to terms with the fact that he sent Jeongin and once the doorbell rang I put on a smile before opening up. Lo and behold there he was, fitted in some black dress pants with a matching blazer with a white tee underneath.

“Hey… Is this okay? I wasn’t sure what to wear,” he started awkwardly.

“Yeah that’s perfect, thanks for coming with me,” I lightly smile.

“Oh before I forget. Here. It’s a birthday gift and an apology for being so harsh yesterday...”

“If you’re talking about Gahyeon, I deserved it but if you mean the rooftop then I accept,” I laughed as I took the box from his hands, “all jokes aside though, you didn’t have to.”

In the adorably wrapped box were a cute little pair of cherry blossom earrings. Seeing how tense he seemed it was the perfect opportunity to pick on him, it’s not my fault he was just so full of openings. Controlling my face to hold my smile, I looked at him and carefully spoke.

“My ears aren’t pierced… ” His face flushed and he stuttered as he tried to take it back but I pulled it away with a giggle, “I’m kidding. Thank you, I love it.”

“They were just something I picked up on the way,” he mumbled, pout still resting on his lips.

“But they’re still a gift that you chose with me in mind and that alone makes me happy.”

Color made its way back to his cheeks and although I did say it for that exact reaction, I genuinely meant it. I turned over to my doorway mirror and eagerly put them on with a content smile, then we were off. That little interaction at the door knocked off a few of the nerves twisting in my stomach but not by much.

“So what’s up with your family?” Jeongin asked, his voice cutting the silence of the cab ride.

God is so cruel to me. I’ve had to watch Jeongin chase after the girl he likes while I have feelings for him and now I’m not even allowed to keep my skeletons in the closet. It’s only fair for me to tell him, since he is about to enter the wolves’ den with me. I guess we can call this an equivalent exchange for all the shit he told me when he was drunk. I leaned back in my seat and looked at him square on, here we go.

“Okay so the abridged version is that I’m my father’s illegitimate child. Due to circumstances my father took me in and his wife despised me while I was treated as a ghost by the rest of the extended family. My dad passed away a few years ago and his wife jumped at the chance to throw me out. Although I loved the thought of getting away from her hellish treatment, I was also forced to cut ties.”

“I- That’s a lot. Okay, so let me get this straight, after all that we’re now going to…”

“My dad’s wife’s house.”

“Why? Didn’t you just say she hates you?”

“Yup, you aren’t the only chaebol here. My family’s company has been having a successor battle, which my half-brother is a part of. My role tonight is to garner favor from my paternal grandmother who’s taken a liking to me.”

“Why are we even going there if they’re just using you? It’s obvious you don’t want to either.”

“I would rather not find out what would happen if I didn’t. You saw how my brother was, let’s just say that wasn’t the worst that could be done… to me or my life,” I pointed at him before adding, “Don’t even ask about this part though, this is something I’m not unpacking anytime soon.”

He raised his hand in surrender before sighing, “Isn’t that a bit much? Is this a drama or something?”

“That’s what I’m saying,” I sigh.

“And I thought my family was bad,” Jeongin mumbled but my ear perked up at this.

“Tell me about them.”

“Huh?”

“Your family, tell me about them… it’s only fair right?” I tried to coax.

I remember Gahyeon talking about his dad’s company and although I asked him about joining it, I wasn’t even sure what that meant. Now that I think about it he’s never spoken about his family from what I’m aware of… Look at that we actually have something in common, albeit family problems but that still uhm… counts?

“I don’t know…”

“I mean you’ve already told me your love issues when we first met, but I won’t force you. How about instead, one sentence with no context.”

“You keep telling me about how we first met but I really can’t remember, can’t you just tell me?”

“I mean I can… but not yet, the ambiance has to be right,” I joked.

“Fine. I’m the estranged son of a CEO from his first marriage.”

“I- Okay maybe I overestimated my curiosity control but a deal is a deal. I won’t ask anything.”

Not like I had a chance to anyways, the taxi driver pulled up to the house and I readied my mind for the uphill battle ahead. False pleasantries were exchanged before dinner was served and everyone started chatting while I silently played with my food. From across the table I felt a menacing aura and dared not look up from my plate. I knew who and what she wanted me to do but it’s hard to put on an act when it’s hard to breathe, unhappy memories resurfacing and unhelpfully flashing through my mind. It wasn’t until I felt a knee bump against my own did I realize that although my brain was going through the past, the present was still moving on. Looking up at the culprit, Jeongin was answering one of grandma’s questions with a smile. I’m not alone this time. I smiled and started to participate in the conversation with grandma and Jeongin when suddenly step-mother cleared her throat and her kids seemed to take the hint.

“So y/n how is the freelance work going for you? You’re taking care of yourself and not over working right?”

“Yes… mother… work’s been steady and I’m caring for myself properly.”

“That’s good, I wish I could say the same for Youngho, he works too hard but it is for his father’s legacy after,” she cooed and cautiously glanced at grandma.

“But y/n you look thinner than the last time I saw you, make sure you eat up,” grandma added but the nerves had long destroyed any appetite I had going into this so I just smiled and nodded.

“Unnie, who is this again? Is there a reason he came? Not that I’m complaining,” Younghee said as she gave a flirty smile to Jeongin who awkwardly looked anywhere but her.

“He’s a friend from college. We had plans and it would’ve been rude to cancel,” I lied.

“Really? He seemed like more when I saw you two the other day.”

“I think anyone would have a similar reaction running into a situation like that,” Jeongin added, his motions pausing and his facade faltering at Youngho’s nonchalant tone.

"Exactly so just drop it, it's none of your business anyways."

“You’re such a secretive one, y/n. Sometimes I wish you were like how you were when we were kids, cutely following me around and doing what I asked.”

“Well Youngho-oppa we all had to grow up and see the reality behind the fairy tales.”

“But everyone should know their place in the story, don't you think? How embarrassing would it be to think you're the damsel when really you're just a side character?" Younghee bit back.

"Everyone is the main character in their own story so why would it be embarrassing?" Jeongin countered.

"What a beautiful sentiment, so encouraging yet naive. When you get older you'll learn that everything is all part of a bigger picture."

I glared at Youngho who was smirking happily. That obnoxious prick, why the hell is he provoking me when he wants my help? Even the golden customer service boy over here is having a hard time keeping up his face. What's he so worked up for, because he isn’t the type to bicker back like this and I'd be stupid to think that it's one hundred percent for my sake. Regardless, I could feel the irritation rolling off my step-mother so it was my turn to calm Jeongin as I tugged at his blazer from under the table.

"Well in the end everyone gets what they deserve because that’s life," I stated.

“You kids have such a roundabout way of talking nowadays this old lady can’t keep up,” grandma laughed and so did everyone else.

“Speaking of life, yours’ seems to be busy right Youngho-oppa?”

I forced a smile and felt a tinge of relief wash over me as he eagerly took the bait to talk about his work at the company. The rest of dinner was Jeongin saving me from even more trouble than I already was, for the earlier banter, as I danced between wanting to blow up and getting lost in the past. They tried to convince grandma to stay later to chat, she was tired and excused herself for the night. As we saw her to the door she pulled me into a hug before whispering into my ear.

“You’ve grown up well and I’m happy you have good people around you.” She pulled away and held something in my hand with both of hers before saying, “Happy Birthday dear.”

As she said that her eyes darted to Jeongin and I was glad my back was toward him. I made a face at grandma who only smiled knowingly at me before my family jumped at the chance to talk highly of themselves to her till the very end. I placed the gift, which was most likely money, into my purse and steeled my nerves for what will come after grandma walks out that door.

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warmau · 4 years

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☆ sf9 x coworker!au | congrats on your first win!

youngbin

happily gives you a tour of the office on your first day

oh no! did you get a papercut? scrap your knee? get a headache? come to him and he will get you all better!

opens his drawer and it’s neatly organized - labels and color-coded rubber bands

takes criticism with grace you have never before seen, literally could be being torn to shreds by the boss and he just smiles and bows with the utmost respect

(screams about how stressed he is later on in the supply closet when no one is around to hear him)

won’t admit it, but envies the workers who have cute photos of their family and partners on their office desks,,,,,,,,,,when will he have that?

gets paired with you on a project and since you are new everyone thinks you’re just a burden

but youngbin leads you through it step by step, doing overtime if he has to just to help correct your work, and squeezing your hand gently before you have to present it to the managers

way too reserved to outright ask you on a date, but when you invite him to lunch he absolutely agrees and walks around the office with stars in his eyes for the rest of the day

inseong

“hey, don’t do it like that! here let me show you the keyboard shortcut for it! hey you know that’s the old version of microsoft word right? hey! hey! you need my help i know you do!”

sticks his nose in everyone else's business even when his own work is piling up

wears bowties unironically

will talk shit about the higher-ups at lunch and then shower them in praise at company meetings

does not have a filter sometimes, but thankfully his brain and good looks have gotten him out of some tricky situations with clients

pokes his head over his cubicle to ask his best friend jaeyoon the most stupid questions

“jaeyoon, am i annoying?”

“inseong finish the financial report before we both get fired.”

you get an error screen on your computer so you ask inseong for some help

the entire walk to your office, he’s telling you that he’s pretty much a computer genius - like he didn’t go to school for computer science - but if he wanted he could totally just be in the IT department

but when he looks at your computer for about five minutes, he presses something and the whole thing just. dies.

spends time bribing an unwilling, way more tech-savvy chani to come and help you out

and when chani finally agrees, it takes him like two seconds to fix the problem, but before he goes he tells you “inseong just made it worse, watch out for him.”

inseong sticks his tongue out, but gets embarrassingly apologetic in front of you, but you tell him it’s fine - jokingly commenting “being so cute gets you out of trouble alot, right?”

inseong can’t stop thinking about it for weeks - did, did that mean that YOU think HE’S cute?

jaeyoon: hey. snap out of it and get to work dude

jaeyoon

shows up to work with his gym bag, changes in the bathroom, and comes out looking more put together than half the other guys

do not touch his protein shake and salad

it is over for you if you do

always gets roped into doing the heavy lifting and a part of him is too nice to say no, but the other part is like - this is going to be a great squat workout so why not

secretly judges hwiyoung and taeyang for always buying lunch like learn to cook

best butt in the office, maybe even the building

has gotten propositioned by higherups and he’s always turning them down in the most roundabout, kind way

“are you free this weekend jaeyoon?”

“oh i wish i was, id love to spend some time with you - but i have to take care of my grandmother’s ailing........parakeet.”

keeps buying supplies for himself that keeps getting stolen

and everyone is like it’s inseong. he’s taking them. and jaeyoon is like nooooooo he’s my bestie he would never

(he did though)

you ask jaeyoon one day if you should get into running - you’ve wanted to pick it up for a while but don’t know where to start

suddenly his eyes are twinkling and he’s grabbing your hands in his like

“let me show you the wonderful world of exercise!”

you didn’t know what you were getting into, but now you somehow end up morning jogging with jaeyoon

one day dawon spots both of you coming in with duffel bags and he’s like “oooooo did you spend the night together?” and you turn tomato red

as jaeyoon, without a hint of shame goes, “no! but we did just break a sweat together - right!?”

dawon: oh my god

you: oh my god

jaeyoon: what- what did i say?

dawon

designated office party planner

it’s your birthday? someone in HR is having a baby? it’s friday and everyone looks sad so it’s up to dawon to make it better - well here he goes

coffee stain central up on this boy

every time he gives a presentation, someone ends up going like “did that even make sense?”

and dawon, at this point is like, “no i dont make sense. so stop asking. anyway - that’s what i think the company should do about lost net profit.”

when he’s getting scolded for a mistake, he somehow ends up saying something that leaves the manager in a fit of laughter

which results in him never really getting into trouble

(much to the annoyance of other coworkers cough zuho cough)

photocopies his face like he’s in third grade

doesn’t give back the pens he borrows

knocks over taeyang’s plants on a daily basis and blames rowoon’s tall ass for it

he recruits you into going cake shopping after work for chani’s birthday and as you’re looking at them

you notice how hard he’s working to pick a flavor chani likes

and you point out how sentimental he really is about his coworkers and dawon shrugs and for a moment you see a bit of seriousness as he explains, “they put up with me - so i want to thank them in one way.”

you frown, “what do you mean they put up with you? you’re the sunshine of the office!”

the words make dawon bashful and shy for what seems like the first time in his life and he plays it off like a joke to distract you from the fac that

well that you made clown lee dawon all blushy

rowoon

his mom bought him this shirt and no he isn’t embarrassed. his mom has great taste. obviously.

slow typer

unlike inseong, whose tall lanky body can slink past anything like water, rowoon is clumsy

hits his head on door frames, walks into tall file cabinets, his knees his the top of the table during meetings and he gets all apologetic

higherups have tried to convince him to be in a commercial to promote the company but he’s so humble he doesn’t think he’s worthy

dawon from some corner: ill do it

walks into work with his headphones and forgets to take them off until youngbin is practically yelling for him to turn around

bothers chani every hour on the dot

says he just walked over to stretch his legs but really he just wants to see what chani is up to

gets giddy over sparkly new things like the coffee machine being replaced

or getting a new work laptop

one afternoon, you’re really busy typing up a report that when a shadow looms over you - you nearly don’t notice it

until, out of the corner of your eye you glance up and let out a yelp because rowoon is bending over you to squint at your screen

“sorry, oh gosh i didn’t mean to scare you!”

his wide eyes turn puppy-like with apology and you suddenly feel like you’re the guilty party for making such a sweet person sad

when you ask if he needs help or something, rowoon nods and explains that the report you’re working on references an old report he did and he needs to tell you about some changes

without thinking twice he leans over you, both hands on either side of you as he places his large hand over yours on the mouse

you freeze as he clicks around till he opens his report, and feel something shiver up your spine when he talks close against your ear

rowoon is so oblivious, he doesn’t even catch you tensing up, until inseong strolls buy and wolf whistles at you two

(rowoon proceeds to apologize for this incident for the next month straight)

taeyang

last to arrive, first to leave

what does he even do here? no one really knows - sometimes they think he’s just sitting in his office and daydreaming for the entire eight hour work day

his phone is always going off with notifications, but if you send him a text in the work gc he does not respond

gets up to disappear into the bathroom like five times in an hour, compulsively brushes his teeth and puts on hand cream

keeps potted plants on his desk which are named after his favorite celebrities

yes, there is a jongin cacti, don’t make fun of it

when asked a question at meetings, he answers slow and steady and in such a low voice that no one knows what he said

but no one ever asks him to speak up because when he looks at you

he’s looking at you with such an intensity that most people choose to keep their mouth shut

like jaeyoon, some higherups are interested in him, but there’s rumors that he’s probably a secret royal living among the normal populace for fun so no one really tries it

one day, you see taeyang at the water cooler and say a bubbly hello

he responds with a tiny nod and then you ask, “is the water for you or for your plants?”

he blinks and explains that it’s for his plants - which you get all excited about and ask if you can meet them

which catches him off guard because no one has ever asked to “meet” his plants, actually most people think it’s weird that he harbors them so closely

so when he leads you over to his desk - he’s even more astounded with how you get excited over the different names and types

and you thank him for letting you know about all of them

waving goodbye as you leave the office

he tells himself to think nothing of it, but when he finds a stack of plant nutrient packets on his desk the next day with a note from you

he thinks,,,,,,,,,,well finally - there’s someone of interest to him in this otherwise boring office after all

zuho

finishes all his projects the night before

has spent nights in the office

almost scared rowoon half to death when he left and said bye to zuho and when he came in the next day zuho was in the same spot, wearing the same thing, staring at the same open file

rowoon had thought he had been like. mummified

the slacks he wears are too short, dawon will not stop pointing this out

pictures of his cat in his office

every secret santa they’ve ever done, zuho gets cat toys

mutters about being overworked, but really if he just ,,,,,,,, if he just did his work at a reasonable hour - it’d be fine

gets antsy when he’s eating and catches anyone else eating - but like with their hands

like he’ll be enjoying his lunch, but his anxiety hits the roof when he turns and sees that taeyang has spilled sauce on his tie and hasn’t noticed

“please smile more - you’re scaring the client”

you’re having a late lunch one afternoon - so you’re alone in the break room

and zuho comes in, slumping over into the seat beside you and pulling his own lunch from his bag

you haven’t ever talked much with him before so it’s a bit awkward

when suddenly you hear him ask,

“is that a - is that a cat lunch box?”

you feel your face flush with embarrassment, and you try to explain that you’re going to buy a new - more professional looking one -

but zuho shakes his head and lifts the cover to see the cartoon orange cat and

and giggles?!?!?!

and you’re like omg what he looks so cute, he usually looks so intimidating but right now he looks like??? a baby???

and he goes “no, no don’t change it. it’s so nice. also finally, someone with some decency to bring a lunch box - sometimes dawon just fishes half-eaten food out of his backpack and i die a little inside.”

you and zuho bond over being cat people and proper tableside manners LOL

hwiyoung

could give less of a shit about this job

is vocal about it too

youngbin has been trying to get him to wear something more business-y since he started here but if you put a tie on hwiyoung

in like an hour you’ll find it in the trashcan

“why can’t you just wear it?”

“it makes my neck feel weird.”

everyone thought he was this cold, selfish young guy until one day the entire office heard him on a phone call with his sister

getting all mushy and hearing her call him his “cute baby brother”

after that, even if he was trying to death glare at dawon, it wasn’t working

because now he’s the offices “cute baby brother”

even though chani is younger than him LOL

secretly tries to play video games during work hours by switching between tabs

and taeyang is like c’mon we’re not that bad with computer - but rowoon is like woah wait you can do two different things???? at once????? on a computer????

hates to admit it to anyone, but he doesn’t have a drivers licenses so he gets dropped off by friends sometimes

sometimes has to ask youngbin for a ride home and youngbin is like of course!!!!!! anything for a coworker :D

and hwiyoung is like hhhh how are you so happy all the time butalsothankyou

too self-conscious to whip out his glasses so he suffers through contacts

you bump into hwiyoung on the subway, which you never see him take, and can tell he’s lost

because he rushes up to you like he’s never done before and is like are you going to the office!!!!

you and him take the ride together and when you open your phone to play your favorite game - his eyes light up like christmas

and he spends the half hour helping you get passed the harder bosses

you almost miss your stop because you two are way too engrossed in the game and ever since then

hwiyoung thinks you’re one of the “cool” office people

chani

everyone adores him

from his coworkers to the mailman to the secretary to the higherups

all he has to do is show up and everyone is like - in a better mood

which he doesn’t get because most of the time he’s frowning or running away from rowoon

has to fix everyone’s tech problems

but won’t do it for free - so people give them their lunches or even, in extremes, bargain off vacation days

hwiyoung is the only person who doesn’t really coddle him and therefore hwiyoung is the only person chani willingly goes out to lunch wtih

rowoon: chaniiiiiii what are you eating today!

chani: sorry im going to ,,,,,, brazil for lunch, see you in 2-5 business days

he just wants to work in peace and quiet

it took him an hour to explain to inseong how the bluetooth on his phone works

he is the quintessential “look into the camera like you’re on the office” mood

someone from billing tried to flirt with him at the christmas party and nearly was falling over into his lap

and he was like “,,,,,,,,,,are you sick?”

actually really proud of himself when he gets complimented on his work, but he refuses to show a change in emotion

you’re tinkering with an old monitor in the supply room to see if you can fix it and take it home since youngbin said they’ll be throwing it away

and chani walks by just in time to hear inseong tell you to ask chani for help

you wave it off, explaining you don’t want to bother him

and chani tries to walk away, but finds himself working on the monitor during lunch and then shyly and unsurely handing it over to you

“wh- did you fix it?”

“yeah, nothings really wrong with it but -”

“thanks! should i treat you to lunch sometime?”

chani’s already wide eyes go wider and he agrees, stuttering over his words

later on he finds jaeyoon and zuho and without even explaining the situation he asks

“is going to lunch with a coworker what they call a date?”

in about two seconds everyone except you is in the room, pestering chani for information and rowoon is sobbing because ‘chani is finally growing up’

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subtlereferencetomyinterests · 3 years

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I Taste Honey but I Haven’t Seen the Hive - Chapter Eight

Ao3, Masterpost, C.1 C.2 C.3 C.4 C.5 C.6 C.7

Relationships: queer-platonic intruality, mentioned platonic relationships.

Second chapter of the night, babe! I’m really going for it with finishing this story!! mostly no italics as is my usual, because tumblr Sucks <3

Warnings: cursing, brief true-crime talk, sexual innuendo, depressive episodes, crying, LOTS of h/c, mentions of past neglect (ok neglect is a really strong word it isn’t that bad, but, idk what to call it), touch-starvation, honestly though this is a ridiculously fluffy chapter guys.

Word count: 5,618

In three weeks, Patton and Remus had gone from borderline insomnia to a sleep schedule that could’ve impressed even Logan.

And in three weeks, neither had spent a single night alone.

The talk they’d had after their first sleepover ended up leaving more of an impact than either had realized. Maybe it should’ve been expected: they were both accustomed to saying exactly what they meant, exactly how they meant it, and any sort of vow to ‘never let go’ couldn’t be used lightly for two creatures like that.

So, independently, they both decided to be as literal as they could about it. God, were they clingy.

But it worked better than anything. There was less aching, more talking, and if they were feeling better, the whole Mindpalace improved. Something something, the delicate ecosystem of the human mind, blah blah.

And then it worked too well.

Neither of them really knew what had happened, or how to feel about it (it might have been sad or strange that neither had ever had anything to compare it to, but if asked, they’d both say that’s what made it so special. They’d be right to say so, of course). It was what they had, together.

It wasn’t romantic- they’d seen romantic, knew it as well as they could, didn’t care for it. But in the end who cared about semantics? It didn’t matter, the reasons why Patton stared after his friend for a little too long, or what was making it so hard for Remus not to kiss his pal smack on the lips every time he smiled. Another thing that didn’t matter was the why in response to how they still hadn’t talked about it, but… Patton and Remus had resolved that as a problem for another time.

What mattered was that it just was.

(And another thing that mattered, a little bit, was the how it had happened, and both of them understood that perfectly well.)

Remus lounged on the floor at the foot of his bed, Patton behind and above him. Patton’s fingers were working steadily through his mess of hair, while the pair half-watched TV. They didn’t agree on most shows, and neither of them were especially crazy about arguing, which meant it was twenty minutes of roundabout conversation until they stumbled across something they could mutually zone out to. Whatever. The system worked.

Remus typically preoccupied himself with drawing, painting, or carving some material into something or other (said something-or-other was almost always a knife or a dildo. Occasionally, it was both).

Patton seemed to favor being distracted by Remus’ hair, though it wasn’t clear why. Remus hadn’t asked; it felt nice, and he was surprised that anyone would actually want to thread their fingers through those oily strings, so why question a good thing?

Actually, a better question was why not. The thought had stuck in his mind, and he had nothing better to do- art block and all- so. Remus tossed his sketchbook to the side and twisted up to look at Patton.

“Why do you do that?”

Patton glanced down at him. “Do what?”

Remus reached up, prying Patton’s hands out of his hair and holding them up like evidence. Patton blinked at them, and okay, cute- but he looked genuinely surprised by the question.

“Oh, playing with your hair? I mean, there’s no real reason, I guess it’s just mindless. Something to fidget with, y’know? It’s always all tangled up, too, so it’s like a little puzzle- a puzzle I probably won’t solve all the way ever, but that’s most puzzles with me to be honest,” he smiled brightly, creasing all his laugh lines just right. “Also, um, it feels nice that I get to stay touching you, even if it’s just something small,” he shrugged, sort of sheepishly. “Is that weird?”

But Remus was beaming up at him, definitely looking all sorts of stupid for it, and definitely not caring. He dropped Patton’s hands, letting them find their way back into his coils and matts of hair.

“You’re asking the wrong guy, Sugar Cookie, but you can keep messing with my hair all you want. It probably is weird, in that case, because I like that you have your hands on me so much-” Jesus Christ it was so hard not to make a sex joke, Remus had to stifle several from breaking his train of thought. Ugh, the things he did for this man. “-And if I like something, it’s 100% freaky!”

Patton just laughed, his nose scrunching up while he ruffled Remus’ hair.

“That’s- that’s good to know,” an index finger coiled around silver strands, and Patton’s eyes sparkled in the most literal sense, “Hey, Remus?”

Remus let his head rest on the side’s thigh, humming attentively.

“When you say I can mess with it…”

He looked up with a delightful anticipation, grinning before Patton had even finished his sentence.

“Can I braid your hair?” The question accompanied by a faint tug at Remus’ scalp, and the feeling of several tangles coming undone, “I’m pretty good at it. Virgil used to let me do his- not so much anymore, but, um. Anyway, yours would be long enough- or maybe longer, if I got these knots out,” he smiled, kindly, “But I know you like having it knotty, so it’s okay if you don’t want me to.”

Remus thought it over, because yeah, he was very proud of his rat’s nest. Besides, he was sure that even if it got straightened out, it’d still be just as greasy as ever- ohh, but that could be a look all on its own, couldn’t it? Maybe he could even weave some garbage into the plait!

“Sure!” Remus assented, “The rest of me’s naughty enough to make up for the hairdo, so have at ‘er.”

Patton snorted at the pun, obviously excited to get started. When he ushered Remus to turn around, his hands easily undoing clumps of hair with surprising focus, humming to himself all the while, Remus was absolutely certain he’d made the right choice.

It was done in an hour- Patton was slow and careful about every movement. Remus didn’t really mind, though he’d try to assure Patton that it was fine to do it in a hurry, that he wasn’t so sensitive. (Patton didn’t, obviously, ignoring Remus’ comments about how it didn’t even matter because they weren’t real, and pain was a construct. Patton was stubbornly gentle, to the point that Remus couldn’t be annoyed by it. He might even say it was sweet, if he was feeling particularly sappy.)

It had also taken such time because of the decorations Patton had woven into his hair, which he insisted would be surprises. So Remus was bouncing with excitement all the way to the mirror- cuz even though he was sure it wouldn’t be anything like the live bugs, weeds, and dead flowers that he’d had in mind to thread in there himself, he knew it’d at least be pretty. Pretty wasn’t really his thing, sure, but Patton’s brand of pretty? It had grown on him.

The mirror in Remus’ room was chipped, slick with grime, and filled with silhouettes that vanished as soon as you turned around, but it worked just fine. Remus hauled himself over to it, peered in, and okay, he definitely didn’t mind a little bit of pretty.

“You weren’t fucking around when you said you were good at this, Morey!”

In their reflections, Remus saw Patton smile, going a bit pink around the ears. He glanced back to himself, eyes trailing appreciatively down the shoulder-length braid of dark, greasy hair. His grey streak wasn’t twisted in with the rest of the locks, instead it had been left out in front, springy and curly and giving the whole look a messier vibe. The braid itself seemed inky-slick, shot through with glittering hair clips and pins. At first, they looked like plain plastic jewels, but with closer inspection the shapes of tiny beetles, bugs, and moths were unmistakable. They were gorgeous, and probably a better call than putting actual live bugs in his hair; he was less likely to end up eating the sparkly clips, at any rate.

But if all that wasn’t enough, then there were the ribbons. Whip-thin and several in number, they sparkled with enough course glitter to impress a Las Vegas body paint artist. Some were a pukey neon green, and the rest a light, bright-

“Blue?”

Patton met Remus’ eyes, through the mirror again, and the pink slowly traveled from his ears down to his face. He shrugged, grazing the blue-and-green bow where the braid was tied off with the tips of his fingers.

“I guess I got a little carried away,” he smiled lightly, “I thought it looked nice, with the green.”

Remus looked away from the glass, “You’re not wrong about that,” he muttered.

Patton shrugged, not quite making his eyes.

“You can take those ones out, if you want to.”

That- the way Patton went flustered and shy and he’d put his colors on Remus- it gave the Duke a very strong urge to do something. The urge pulled at his chest, feeling like cracked ribs in the best way, and it really wasn’t fucking around when it wrapped around his heart and squeezed so tight it felt like it was forcing all the blood right out of him.

Remus was used to impulses, and the powerful, mind-halting swells of emotion, but this was new and fun and it had jumped out of nowhere even for him. He was staring at Patton, and he had the urge to do something. He would’ve done it, too, if only he knew what the fuck it was that he wanted.

It had to do with Patton. He should start there, probably.

“I’m gonna keep them in, duh,” Remus replied, finally, and his voice was way louder than it needed to be, “Wouldn’t wanna fuck up the look.”

Patton glanced at him, smiling self-consciously, and his hand lowered from Remus’ hair to rest on his shoulder. For a moment Remus felt blind, vision white-out and trouble breathing, from whatever the fuck he was feeling, and he just didn’t know what to do.

Then Patton laughed, his ocean eyes squinted, and the burning impulse plummeted to an ache. A giddy, unfamiliar kind of ache. A manageable ache.

Remus resolved to forget it. He had lots of instincts, and urges, and God knew that not even half of them made sense. It had left, that was what mattered, and he could enjoy the rest of his day with his friend.

He’d never been the type to worry, anyway.

There were days that Patton just… couldn’t make it out of bed. He tried, he really did, but he could only go for so long before it all started crumbling. He’d wake up, and something would just feel wrong, and he’d know that it was a doomed day, but he still made the stubborn effort to save it. Because each time he thought, maybe he’d beat it, maybe he’d make the best of it- and sometimes he did, but most of the time he made it as far as breakfast, and then he was right back in his room by noon to let the depressive episode take over.

So yeah. It was one of Those Days.

Patton laid in bed, propped up on pillows and stuffed animals with his unfocused eyes staring just above the television. Bad days had been getting rare, and naively, Patton had thought that meant it was over for good. When he woke up that morning, Remus barely stirring beside him, the empty feeling inside was almost ignorable.

He’d stayed above it for all of two-and-a-half hours before retreating to his room again, this time on his own.

Patton was always alone when he got in one of his moods, and he knew it was better that way. He was no fun at all, just a sad sack of blah, and he knew just how intolerable he ended up being. He couldn’t even tolerate himself.

So each time Patton would tell the other sides that he needed some space alone, and of course they respected that. Roman always hugged him before he left. Virgil checked on him every now and then. Logan, without fail, sent him extra plushies (and sweet snacks, however much he disapproved of unhealthy eating, because he knew how much sugar cheered Patton up). It didn’t fix the ache, but it helped, knowing that people were worried about him.

But, back to that particular day; the day that left Patton huddled up at the head of his bed with blank, glazed-over eyes; the first day of its kind since Remus had been staying with him.

It had gotten… harder, somehow. The fact that it had been gone for so long, and he’d been so optimistic, but now it was all back…

Patton buried his face in the soft fabric of a teddy bear, shaking and crying and feeling so, so, cold.

It went on for a few horrible, horrible minutes, and then there were noises that definitely weren’t sobs. Down the hall; the slamming of a door, followed by distant muttering, and then excited footsteps. Heavy, clunky footsteps. Sounds that brought back acute deja vu, and had Patton glancing up just in time to realize what was about to happen.

His door swung open, and Remus was grinning at him from the entrance. Patton struggled to put on a smile in time, scrubbing frantically at his eyes.

“Hey! It’s, like, two o’clock, are you ready?”

Patton blinked up at him, partially in confusion, partially to try and stop the flow of tears. “Ready…?”

Remus’ face fell a little, and he came forwards into the room.

“Yeah…” Remus shut the door behind him- with less force than usual- and sat cross-legged on the foot of the bed. He stared intently at Patton, frown deepening all the while, pupils flitting around as he seemed to take in every detail of his friend’s condition. Patton wanted to squirm. “We were gonna- are you okay?”

He stared dumbly at Remus for a second more, and then it clicked: they had plans today. He could barely remember what they were supposed to do- they’d been talking so quick, so excited, so happy- but Patton was pretty sure it had to do with a new creation of Remus’.

Which was… something he definitely, definitely didn’t have the energy for.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” Patton sat up straight, trying desperately to stop trembling, “I completely forgot, I just- um- I don’t know if I can make it today.”

That sounded bad, didn’t it? Wouldn’t that be the icing on top of the cake, if he hurt Remus’ feelings just because he was wallowing for basically no reason. It probably wouldn’t even be that bad if he sucked it up and went along with it anyway- except Janus kept insisting how bad self-sacrifice was, but- what else was he supposed to do!?

“Oh, it’s okay,” Remus said, not sounding hurt at all. “I’d be more pissed if I thought you were just bailing, and I know you don’t do that, Pat. Plus, you’re obviously upset, so don’t worry about it.”

Patton glanced up to find him still staring, somehow more intense than before, and much closer than before. He looked- he looked worried. Not upset. Worried.

“Oh,” Patton looked away again, unable to stand the scrutiny, “Okay.”

A hand slipped into his, prying open his clenched fist, and he had to stifle a gasp at the touch. Temperature shock, that was the best word for it. Patton shivered.

“Can I help you?”

Patton’s eyes went wide at the sweet sincerity in Remus’ voice, the way he said it as plainly and openly as he’d say anything else. Even if it wasn’t a big deal, really, with Patton’s emotions in the state that they were, while he was in his room of all places, anything could send him breaking down again.

“I- I don’t, um-” he blinked furiously, had done that a lot since Remus found him; it was beginning to make him feel dizzy. “Nothing’s really wrong…”

Remus squeezed his hand.

“Well, what isn’t really wrong?”

“What?”

“You said nothing’s ‘really’ wrong, so, what’s wrong-but-not-really?”

Patton tipped his head to the side, for a moment more confused than he was aching. “How do you mean?”

But Remus just rolled his eyes- not unkindly- and shrugged.

“So, you don’t know why you’re all… sad,” the emphasis made Patton wince, “But I figure that being sad at all usually makes other things wrong, too, and I can help with those things! For example-” he pitched forwards suddenly, ruby-reds wide and searching. He sniffed at Patton (probably not for any kind of actual inspection, but it made him laugh, and judging from Remus’ proud little smirk that had been on purpose.) “You had anything to eat? Or, uh, water? Those are supposed to be important.”

Oh, right. That.

Patton leaned away, pulling his hand out of Remus’ grasp as he flushed abashedly. But he didn’t- well, he wasn’t going to lie to Remus.

“I guess I haven’t, no,” he tried to laugh it off- this didn’t have to be a thing, it didn’t have to be serious, if he kept laughing. If he got Remus to laugh.

But Remus was already standing, and that brought up another very effective solution; if Patton was being depressing, maybe he would just get sick of it and go.

“Okay, we’ll start there! Wait here, I’ll be back in- ten minutes? Sure, that’s how long it takes to make food,” Remus was muttering half to himself, but it sure as heck didn’t sound like leaving.

“Oh, you don’t have to get me anything!” Patton insisted, because if Remus wasn’t escaping yet, then he wasn’t going to mooch off of his generosity. “Thanks for the reminder, I’ll- I’ll make sure to grab something soon.”

Remus stopped by the door, tipped his head from one side to the other, pretending to think it over.

“Hm. Nah.”

Patton tried to stand, and found that he was somehow too weak for even that much.

“Remus, please, I- I can’t even eat the same stuff as you, anyway! Don’t go through all that trouble for little old me,” he was edging on frantic, and he didn’t know why he was fighting so hard against receiving needed help, but it probably had something to do with Catholicism.

Remus looked completely bewildered- a funny look, for him- and said:

“I mean, I wasn’t about to feed you hygiene products, or ceramic, or whatever. I know that I eat weird shit, Pat, that’s kind of the point- but I still know how to make a sandwich? And I know how to hold a cup under the sink so that water goes in it?”

His voice took on a gently mocking tone. Patton glanced away, sheepish, and couldn’t find a response to that beyond a short nod.

Which was all Remus needed as the go-ahead, darting out of the room and down the stairs before Patton could argue any further.

Patton stared after him, listened to him bustling around downstairs, and tried to feel comforted. He fell back against his pillows, breathing slow and concentrated. He was still shaking, with his previous exhaustion coming back full force. Some of the light-headedness, certainly, had to be due to the lack of eating, but he was unfortunately sure that it wasn’t even the half of it.

Patton was conflicted: He had to tell Remus that he was okay, as soon as he returned. Say thanks for the food, that it had helped, and they could spend time together tomorrow, Patton would promise. Get Remus away before it got bad, before the dam he’d built so carefully behind his eyes fell and the blue of them spilled out for hours.

But he couldn’t. He couldn’t lie about his feelings- he knew it was bad for him, and he couldn’t keep doing it, not to someone’s face. Not somebody he cared about so much.

He wanted to let Remus stay, beg him to stay if he had to, just so he didn’t have to dig up all his long-buried emotions on his own. He wanted to pull him in and beg for help, even though he knew nothing had managed to help him before, and it was so futile.

When the door opened some ten minutes later, Patton didn’t sit up. He didn’t even look up, scared he’d cry if he so much as moved his eyes in his own skull.

“Hey.”

The sound of the door shutting, followed by those heavy footsteps. A soft thunk, presumably the plate of food being placed on his bedside table. Then the mattress dipped beside him, springs creaking.

“Hey,” Remus said again, “Look at me.”

Patton rolled his head tentatively to the side. Remus was sitting with him, looking at him, his expression twisted up and solemn in all the worst ways. Patton felt the dam begin to crumble.

“I’m sorry,” he whimpered, “I know, I know that I’m no fun when I’m like this, and we were supposed to have fun today, and I just can’t do it. I can’t, I’m so sorry. I promise I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, but if you stay here when I’m-” he broke, clamping a hand around his mouth as a sob wracked his body.. “When I’m like this, I’m just gonna ruin your day more.”

That sad look, the one that had no place being in Remus’ expression, sharpened and widened until he looked almost angry. He crawled over to Patton, prying the side’s hand away from his face and cupping his cheek, gently, all the while that scowl was in place.

“Do you want me to go?”

Patton could barely speak, knowing that he’d just blubber and blubber, but Remus was holding him up by the shoulders and peering down at him so patiently, so carefully.

“I- I-”

“Do you want to be alone?”

He couldn’t- he couldn’t keep lying.

Patton sucked in a breath.

“No.”

Remus grinned at him proudly, pulling back until he was kneeling. He spread his arms out, an offering that Patton had become intimately familiar with. Patton pulled himself up, shaking, incredulous despite the familiarity of the situation.

“Then you don’t have to be.”

And Patton pitched forward, right into Remus’ arms, clutching and crying and trembling like a leaf.

Distantly, he knew that he was still babbling apologies. Insisting that the Duke could leave as soon as he wanted, that Patton felt this way so often and he knew he couldn’t possibly expect comfort every time, a million other sentences that ran over and into each other which only seemed to make Remus clutch him tighter.

“It’s okay,” Remus told him.

“It’s- It’s not, I don’t even have a- a reason to be so-” a hiccup, “- upset. It’s not like last time, when you found me- I don’t even have a bad excuse, I’m just- just-”

“Shut the fuck up,” somehow, even that sounded caring. “Somebody as Hello Kitty Wholesome as you’s got no business saying such bad shit about himself.”

Patton tried to apologize again.

“Easy, Sugar, I’ve got you.”

Patton shuddered.

“When it gets bad like this, just tell me, alright?” Remus’ hands traced up and down his spine, across his shoulder blades, down his sides, warm and full and adoring. The smile in his voice was audible, “I’m gonna take care of you.”

And when Patton heard that, it was like a broken bone being set. Not fully mended, but held together enough that it could begin to heal the right way, of its own hard work, and come back twice as strong still. Remus held him so strong and it felt like a cast.

Patton’s breakdowns were blurred memories at best, but he couldn’t have gotten that promise out of his head even if he wanted to.

It was an achingly uneventful afternoon. Everything in the Mindpalace felt just a little out of focus, a little gray, and nothing much was going to change that except the day ending. Plain and simple, Thomas was Out Of It- and so, of course, were his sides.

On the whole it wasn’t a big deal, but it did make it downright impossible to finish any substantial work beyond menial, autopilot tasks. And creativity? Particularly for Remus, who more-or-less needed his human at full attention in order to have any creative power, it was totally hopeless.

He wasn’t the kind of guy to work on half-power, to put it mildly.

So, what did Remus do, when he had even less of an outlet than usual? It shouldn’t surprise you that the answer is literally anything, if it got people to pay attention to him and make him feel real again (which he wasn’t, actually, but let’s leave the semantics to Logan). What that usually amounted to- these days, at least- was talking, and talking, and more talking, and eventually somebody would probably react to something he said. Ideally.

So on that particular gray-day, Remus sprawled himself out on the couch and waited for the first person who came by to trap in a very one-sided conversation.

Said first person was Patton, as it happened, which was just Remus’ luck. He didn’t bother hiding how excited he was about it; Patton had always been his favorite target- of course, it was for a very, very different reason nowadays.

Patton sat down with him as soon as he was waved over, propping a coloring book open on his knee and smiling warmly. His unoccupied hand went to wind through Remus’ hair, though, to make it abundantly obvious that despite his distraction he wasn’t ignoring the other.

Remus grinned at him, and started rambling immediately.

And he- well, he wouldn’t really call it talking to himself, because he didn’t have a fucking clue what he was saying. But he wasn’t talking to Patton either, because that kinda defeats the purpose of a one-sided conversation.

Which he didn’t mind. He wasn’t even listening to himself, he just needed to talk, and Patton wasn’t complaining. Remus was probably saying something unsavory, and still, there wasn’t any kind of flinching or interrupting. Patton even mhm’d and yeah’d every now and then, which was an entirely unnecessary reassurance. But Remus thought it was adorably considerate, and briefly entertained the idea of replacing that sweet little coloring book in Patton’s lap with his own self, to get some proper attention.

(He would have, too, if he wasn’t so sure that he’d blurt out something very lewd in his stream-of-consciousness kind of mood, with a position like that, and he wasn’t sure if Patton could handle it at the moment. Morality always got a little out of whack on gray-days, too, so- loathe as Remus was to say it- better safe than sorry).

Remus fell into the rhythm of it for, what, twenty minutes? He was bad with time, but- all he knew was he was thinking about Albert Fish, and talking about an entirely different serial killer out loud (Gacy? Bundy? It was definitely someone infamous), when the hand in his hair suddenly stilled. Patton wasn’t looking at him, either.

Remus glanced around, still talking, to find Logan standing in the kitchen doorway, staring expectantly at Patton.

“I need you to accompany me outside for a moment. There’s something important that we-”

Patton cut him off with a wave, “Hang on for a second, Teach.”

Logan obliged, looking bemused, and Patton turned his attention back to the still-tangenting Remus. Who was totally checked out, for the record.

“Hey,” Patton rested a hand on his shoulder, smiling warmly, “Pause?”

And Remus, surprised, did as asked. He didn’t care about what was going on around him, but he liked that smile, and the eyes focused in on him, so he sat up properly and tried to be quiet. Especially considering those were the first actual words Patton had said to him since he’d sat down.

“I’m gonna go see what they need real quick,” Patton went on, “I’ll be back in a few minutes, and you can finish telling me about Dennis Rader then-” So that was who! “Kay?”

Remus stared mutely at him for an embarrassing number of seconds. He eventually managed a short nod, some vague utterances of yeah, sure, go ahead, before Patton was out the door with Logan, and he was left reeling on the couch.

Remus felt a little bit like worms had eaten holes in his brain like swiss cheese, leaving him airy-headed and dizzy. All his organs felt wormy, in fact- squirming and sick and excited about something that really shouldn’t have been a big deal- but! It was!!!

Cuz Patton had been listening? Remus wasn’t even listening! He was probably barely coherent, and he’d been at it for twenty fucking minutes, and- and-

God! He just wanted to grab that stupid adorable head of Patton’s and! He didn’t even know! Do Something, something disgusting in the nice way, something deplorably PG and lovey-dovey and- Ugh!

Remus buried his face in his hands and groaned. He felt like a goddamn schoolgirl- and not the hentai kind, for a change, but the hopelessly infatuated, cutesy type. Feelings that were gushy, giddy, affectionately bloody.

It was the straw that broke the camel's spine. Urges and instincts and wants that Remus hadn’t been able to name coalesced into a neon sign in his mind, flaring the answer like it’d been obvious the whole time:

Was it a crush? Remus didn’t know a better word for it, even if it wasn’t- he just knew that he was pining, and for somebody he was happy to call his friend either way. And, huh. Weird. He didn’t know he could do that.

“I’m back, I’m back!” Patton came scrambling back into the room, jolting Remus out of his thoughts, “Sorry about that, it was- well, it’s not a big deal, something happened with The Memories and- it’s fine now- anyway, what were you saying?”

He was chattering fast, even by Remus’ Standards, an apologetic smile on his face as he sat down and settled all his attention on the Duke.

Remus said: “It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” and wondered if he’d always been that shrill? Or was he being too quiet? What did his voice sound like again?? “I, uh, I don’t remember what I was talking about.”

Patton frowned at him, and looked about ready to apologize again, and he couldn’t very well have that. So, he babbled:

“Right, it was Rader? Um. Yeah,” but that was so far out of his mind by that point, and how did people ever talk while saying things and thinking other things! “Not much to say, ya know. Killed some people, got arrested, the usual.”

“Since when don’t you give me the graphic details?” Patton complained, “That’s your favorite part!”

“I think I’ll spare you the nightmares this time, Morey! It’s, uhm, it’s your turn to talk.”

“Oh, hush,” and Patton laughed, shooting Remus an encouraging, coaxing smile that made him just want to debone himself. “Those serial killer stories you like so much aren’t the nightmare fuel they used to be. You know why?”

Remus felt like the inside of his skin was full of spikes. Not in a bad way.

“...Why?”

“Because,” Patton said, like he was all too eager to explain himself, “I can’t really be scared of them when the scariest thing is what’s in bed with me.”

Remus flushed. Like, actually- heat crawled across his face and over his ears, and he honestly had no clue the last time something or someone had made him blush. But Patton, acknowledging his scare-factor while somehow making it obvious he felt only safe with him, was apparently what ticked that box.

“Right,” chirped Remus, “That’s- me!”

“Of course it is, Silly,” Patton bumped their shoulders together, smiling like he had no idea what he was doing- and to be honest, he probably didn’t.

Remus drank in the contact, happily using it as an excuse to wrap his arms around Patton and pull him closer. He buried his face in Patton’s shoulder, because as far as his impulses told him, he should either get the fuck away A.S.A.P. or drag Patton in as close as possible and not let go. Obviously, Remus had a preference.

“You- uh- I was being serious though,” ugh, God, stuttering was so goddamn annoying- how did Virgil cope? “You should talk. I’m- I’m sorta overwhelmed.”

That was the truth, or part of it. Admitting it out loud at least managed to take some of the power out of it.

Patton immediately cooed at him- it should have been annoying; it wasn’t- and wrapped him up in his arms properly, muttering little of courses and do you need anything?s. Remus melted into him, finally claiming that spot in his lap (and any jokes his mind might have had about that were long gone, by then), shaking his head and glowing under the attention.

Of course Patton was happy- after making sure that Remus was alright- to do some of the talking. He talked about his day, what he wanted to do later, or tomorrow, and of cute things that he’d seen, and a hundred other inconsequential Patton-isms.

Remus was unused to sitting and listening, but with him… it wasn’t as bad as the Duke remembered it being.

Oh, he was so fucking fucked.

Chapter Nine

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jisungsblkgf · 4 years

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thin ice- jcw

pairing: chanwoo x reader, junhoe x reader (siblings)

genre: fluff? angst?

summary: lover!chanwoo gets caught with brother!junhoe’s little sibling

warnings: this is a little suggestive, lots of swears near the end.

notes: this is like barely proofed and I also got carried away and turn a blurb into whatever this is. please request!

to say you and chanwoo were dating was kinda a stretch. it wasn’t like you weren't hooking up. oh no you were most definitely doing that. it also wasnt like you spent nights talking about a life together. you were most definitely doing that as well. the main reason you claimed that dating was a stretch was your amazing older brother and chanwoo’s bandmate junhoe.

you both knew your brother would flip his shit if he found out you two were together, especially when it was behind his back. one of the first things that was said when the boys met you was ‘my sibling is to be considered a baby and off limits.’ chanwoo found that easy to comply with at the beginning. I mean yeah you were cute but in like a high school kinda way. besides chanwoo had a thing for more mature partners at the time. everything changed when you came home from your study abroad. chanwoo had no idea what the fuck they were feeding you over there but you definitely didnt look like the teenager that left. one night he drunkenly described you as fuller. safe to say that didn't mow over well with junhoe.

in fact, it seemed like all of korea had noticed your little glow up because as soon as your picture was shown on some reality show the boys went on, your sns exploded. you didnt mind the attention but it really wasnt your thing. yg, on the other hand, saw you as an opportunity to get some free promotion and junhoe began having to drag you to random nights out. one night, the boys manager dragged you to a club with the boys. yg was lowkey hoping you'd get photographed because ‘all press is good press’. you weren't planning on doing too much but you found yourself not only wasted but in the arms of a wasted chanwoo. it was a dumb decision but the night ended with the two of sneaking back to the boys dorm early and fucking on junhoe’s bed because the two of you are petty.

flash forward 6 months and you were deep into this entanglement with only the boys minus junhoe knowing anything. even today, you were secretly laying under chanwoo and kissing him like your life depended on it. his lips were plush and swollen and he tasted like a mix of mint and vanilla. he slowly moved his hands under your top slowly kneading your soft skin. you slowly shifted your lips to the supple skin on his neck. a slight whimper escapes chanwoo’s mouth and it sends you over the edge. the two of you began a hurried rush to remove each others clothes. once the two of you were down to your underwear, chanwoo began to attack you lips once again. this time he was much rougher in an attempt to counter the momentary lose of control he had earlier.

the two of you ground into each other like your lives depended on it. the feeling of the underwear between you guys began to bother him. but as if someone higher power had pity on the two of you, chanwoo feels the argue to hold back just a bit.

“hey have you se- I fucking knew it! oh youre so fucking dead chan.” junhoe walks in abruptly stopping the session that was happening. chanwoo instinctively cover you with a nearby sheet.

“hyung, i can explain.” he says trying to quickly re-dress before junhoe takes his head off. you look pleadingly at your brother but he is too clouded by rage to even meet your gaze.

“you wanna explain? please do! please explain why my sibling is half naked under you? i explicitly said not them! you could hookup and use anyone, chan! you're fucking famous! you could go down the street and find hundreds of people throwing themselves at you, so please explain why in the fucking world you would use y/n?!” junhoe was full on screaming at this point. the other boys were silently milling by the door. they all shot you guys sympathetic looks.

“im not fucking using them! I love y/n! I'm in love with y/n, junhoe!” your eyes widened at the sudden confession. you knew that chanwoo loved you but it wasnt something he really ever said out loud. “i have spent the last six months trying to not yell in from the rooftops all because y/n was scared of you! of how you'd treat them and me! and here you are proving their fucking point.” chanwoo knew he was on thin ice right now. how the fuck was he supposed to get away with sleeping with you and yelling at his hyung. junhoe turned to you but instead of the angry face you expected, you were met with almost tearfilled eyes.

“you were scared of me, y/n? like truly too scared to tell me you liked chanwoo?” he asked almost pleading that it wasnt true. you gave a weak nod. “oh god, im an awful big brother. I was just trying to protect you. I- I didnt think...” he trailed off softly. the room fell silent as the three of you processed the situation at hand. finally, it was your turn to speak.

“junhoe, I know you just wanted to protect me, you're an amazing big brother and I wouldn't trade you for the world. but I really liked chanwoo, I still really like chanwoo. I dare say I'm madly in love with him. I knew I would lose that if I told you.” you stared at your brother trying to read the expression that washed over him.

“okay. if you really feel like this, then the damage is already done. how can I stop you its been six months already?” you smiled widely knowing it was your brother’s roundabout way of telling you he approves. junhoe lights up at the smile on your face but he quickly turns serious to address chan. “I swear to fucking god if you hurt them, I will not only beat you to a plump but make the rest of ikon’s contract insufferable for you. understand?” chanwoo nods quickly before shooting you a shit-eating grin.

“okay, that was a really moving and important moment but can everyone get out so I can get dressed?” you interject. the boys clear their throats as they suddenly became aware of the fact you were only being covered with a sheet. junhoe quickly shoved the heads of the other ikon boys out of the doorway and started to leave before he looked at chanwoo who hadn't moved a inch.

“what? me too? why, its not like I haven't seen it before?” chanwoo scoffs. you chuckle before pushing your lover out the door. you quietly close the door on the group of boys

“you were on real thin ice with that comment.” you hear junhoe growl at chanwoo.

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starshineandbooks · 4 years

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Of ghosts and sons

Based almost entirley off of @lovelylogans‘s Gilmore girls AU - AO3 Tumblr

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Summary: Remus reflects back on his thoughts of his still living loved ones’ lives. Watching his teenager grow into a married man with a kid.

Also known as: An excuse to write soft dad! Remus and Son! Roman, and explore how a dead Remus feels about his son marrying an academically smart moron.

Word count: 2596

Pairing: Romantic Moxiety, Romantic Logince, familial lampr

Warnings: Dead character (Remus is a ghost kinda?), mild cursing, a few suggestive lines, Remus being Remus, weird food, sympathtic! Remus

Remus figured he achieved a pretty great death. Oh, sure, he misses things, but now he can float around behind people and be himself with free of judgement, which is, nice. Oddly nice. Don’t get him wrong, he’d had friends, ut, even Virgil and Isidora had been a little weirded out every once in a while.

And, he’s watched Virgil and Isidora, of course he did. They mattered to him.

Remus is proud of Virgil, finding a good guy, even if he wasn’t a guy Remus would have chosen, to settle down with. Virgil and Patton, Remus think they’re a good match. He’d have loved to make Patton squirm though. Nothing personal, he liked to make everyone squirm. It was fun!

Patton is also fairly interesting, at first Remus just watched him after earth because he was a scandal. Patton, trans, sixteen year old run away, with a baby. Pretty interesting.

Then, Remus got invested. Oops.

Patton was kind, and a good person. Remus could respect him. Remus isn't so sure that he and Patton would have been friends, but Remus had to admit, Patton was respectable.

Patton Sanders, the kid stood up for himself and his child. Patton befriended Virgil, which is hard enough, then made Virgil love him, which is even harder. Then Virgil fell for Patton romantically, which is a task to make happen.

Patton raised a smart, ambitious kid. Logan. Remus is fond of Logan, but don’t tell anyone. Of course, Logan is also basically Virgil’s kid, which basically makes Remus Logan’s roundabout uncle in a weird way.

Logan is smart, wickedly so in fact. The kid goes to Chilton, and is very ambitious. In a cutthroat manner almost. Yet, Logan is genuinely kind, and cares for Remus’ own child.

That’s another thing. Remus has a kid. A biological child he never met.

Isidora had been someone Remus genuinely loved. Not romantically, but he had loved her more than anything else, except maybe Virgil. But that was a different kind of love.

Isidora, the five foot two latina had been a spitfire of a dancer when Remus knew her. Not much had changed, except, she had Roman not long after Remus died.

And Virgil, bless the man, had fought to be in Roman’s life.

Roman was a lot like his mom, loyal, kind, courageous. Roman was taller than his mother, but just as graceful.

Roman, Remus’ baby, shut up that’s Remus’ baby. His spawn. He’s allowed to be a little sappy.

Roman had grown from an over excited six year old kissing his best-friend-and-first-crush’s skinned knee better into a kind, loyal, selfless teenager who’s a dancer just like his mother.

Remus isn’t stupid. Crazy, inconsiderate, and crass? Sure. But Remus is not and has never been stupid.

He knows that Roman probably is better off for not having him around.

Remus is loud, disruptive, rude, disgusting, and generally the opposite of what is ‘socially acceptable’. Remus even revels in this fact.

But, It’s not always an easy life to lead. And Remus does want Roman to have an easy life where he knows how good he is.

But, on the other hand, he watched Roman struggle with a dad sized cut out hole in his life.

Remus had become something of a myth in Sideshire. Remus, the horror story author recluse, Isidora Prince’s best friend, Roman’s dad, died in a mysterious car crash.

No one really tells Roman much about Remus. So, Roman had a bit of doubt, which is natural.

And Remus is so incredibly proud of Roman. For everything.

Roman had graduated highschool with a solid three point four grade point average. The kid had started college on time and was happy. Roman worked as a dance instructor in the town he attends college in, teaching kids to dance.

Roman ended up with a supportive boyfriend, Logan. And the two are a good couple, built off of friendship, love, trust, and respect. The stuff of fairytales, even if they do argue a little more than they’d admit.

Remus has learned he can in fact visit dreams, and talk to people that way, he’s had some conversations with Virgil and Isidora that way.

But, Remus thinks it might be time to visit his son. Especially since Virgil and Patton are finally engaged and Roman is thinking about proposing to Logan.

So, that’s how Remus finds himself sitting in Lucy’s diner opposite of his son and his son’s boyfriend. Apparently this is a shared dream between the couple. Works just as well, Remus supposes.

After all, Remus is fairly fond of Logan too.

“Excuse me,” Logan says looking up from his book and where his head had been resting on Roman’s shoulder, “Do we know you? You look very familiar, I regret to say I can not place you however.”

Remus grins wickedly, “You wouldn't I’m a ghost! My corpse is rotting six feet under you twerp!”

Roman looks up, startled, “D-dad?”

Logan tilts his head, “Oh, that makes more sense. Hello Remus. Virgil speaks fondly of you.”

“Dad,” Roman whispers again, grabbing Logan’s arm, “Logan, that’s my dad.”

“I know, I can see dear.” Logan says in an exasperated yet fond voice.

“Hello Roman, you really do have a lot of your mother in you. Izzydory, how is she?”

“Izzy- Mama’s okay, she- she misses you. I miss you- uh- Can I miss you? I never met you.”

“You can miss the idea of someone,” Logan chimes, “And you know very well what Virgil would say about dismissing feelings.”

“Yeah,” Roman nods, “I do.”

Remus hums, turning to Lucy when she comes to take his order, “Can I get a bacon shake with Sardines and coffee grounds?”

Lucy just nods and walks off.

“That’s-” Roman chokes, “That’s gross dad.”

Remus laughs delightedly, “That’s the point!”

“He does things for amusement, not because it is logical.”

“There’s no rhyme or reason to what I do kid, I just do a skiddly boo.” Remus smiles, “So, what’s life like for you in the Bronx kid?”

Roman just stares blankly at his father, “This can't be real, I’ve gotta be dreaming, Lo, darling, I’m dreaming right?”

Logan just sighs, “I had assumed I was, I don’t know Roman, one of us is for sure.”

“You both are, it’s a shared dream,” Remus nods sagely, “You guys could get up to some steamy things since you can share dreams-”

“And as Virgil would say, stop it, fam.” Logan drawls unsure, then signs, shaking his head, “Also, what in the world is that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, I just meant you two could use the dreams to have dream sex-”

“Please stop,” Logan groans, putting his face in his hands and making a distressed sound, “Why are you like this? That is your son.”

“I know!” Remus cheers, “So, Roman, any questions?”

Roman stares at Remus, “I- I had so many, but- I can’t remember them now.”

Logan turns and whispers something to Roman.

Roman nods, “That’s right, thanks specs!”

“What’s right kid?” Remus asks.

“Oh, I’ve just always wondered, am I- Am I doing the right thing? I mean, if you’re really Remus, you’ve not seen me my whole life, like, yeah i”m your kid but, I’m not raised by you. Did- Did I do okay? Have I made you proud at least?”

Logan looks rather upset from the question, Remus notes. If the dead man had to guess, he’d say it’s because Logan doesn't like that Roman doubts himself.

And Remus doesn't like it either.

No, he is not being sentimental, shut the hell your mouth.

Remus tilts his head, “I’ve been watching you Roman. You to Logan, but Ro, kid, mijo, you’ve done well.”

Roman’s face is almost comical to Remus, wide eyes, mouth quirked up, eyebrows drawn up. A twinge of relief in the breath Roman lets out. Remus thinks he looks like an overly excited puppy. But that’s Remus’ over excited puppy.

Logan smiles gently, hidden almost. Remus does think it’s interesting how similar Logan is to Virgil.

“Really?” Roman breathes out, sounding even more like an overly excited puppy.

“I very much doubt him to be lying Roman, your mother has never put up with liars before, I doubt she would have in the father of her child.” Logan says simply, well, simply for the eighteen year old genius.

“Really, kid. You graduated with a good GPA, you got out of Sideshire, you’re a dancer just like your mother, you’re brave, and just, and kind, but don’t tell anyone I said any of this sappyniess. And kid, Roman, you’re doing good.”

“Thank you,” Roman says softly.

“You should not thank him Ro,” Logan scoffs, “He said the truth, it’s not like he offered to walk you down the aisle at your wedding.”

“Our wedding,” Roman says quickly, “My wedding will be ours.”

Logan blinks, flushing steadily, “Uh-”

“Hopefully!” Roman chimes, “I mean to hopefully!”

“God you’re obnoxiously cute, you know that?” Remus rolls hie eyes, “I’m sure you’ll both be married forever to each other and have some sappy loving relationship.”

“Thanks? I think.” Logan sighs, shaking his head.

“Hey, dad?” Roman starts, “Uh, got any life advice?”

“Save time by putting toothpaste in your food, use bottle caps as orange holders, get a toilet seat and use it to put your plate on when you eat! And, don’t try to fight with Izzy unless whatever you're fighting about really matters, because she is a stubborn woman and you’ll be tired by the end of the argument, and probably have lost.”

“Uh-”

“The bit about your mom sounds accurate, but she’s nice and might listen?” Logan sighs, shaking his head.

“How do you use a toilet seat- never mind I don’t want to know.”

Lucy comes back, setting Remus’ abomination of a milk shake down.

Remus thanks her, turning his head to look at Roman.

“God, you really got your mama’s pretty, you know that? I mean, you look like me some, but god.”

“I- You thought mama was pretty?” Roman blinks, “I’d always thought you were gay, they always said-”

“Kid, I’m gay, not blind.” Remus chuckles, “But yeah, your mom’s pretty kid.”

“Yeah,” Roman sighs, she is.”

“You’re about to wake up because of an alarm you set because you, my friend, have an early shift today. I’m proud of you kid, you’re doing good. I’ll talk to you again, later. Okay?”

“Dad?” Roman blinks, “Are you really here?”

“I’m dead, but yeah, I’m here.”

“Thanks dad.”

“I love you kid,” Remus sighs, “Good luck on your test tomorrow!”

Roman blinks startled but fades from the dream, leaving just Logan.

Logan looks at Remus and snorts darkly, “This isn't at all awkward, you know, my boyfriend’s dead dad in Lucy’s diner. Not to mention that you’re Virgil’s best friend.”

“Yeah, probably word that I’m your uncle and your boyfriend’s dad,” Remus snorts, “But I like weird.”

“Uh, uncle?!”

“Yeah, you’re basically Virgil’s kid, meaning that since I’m basically his brother, that I’m basically your uncle!” Remus cackles, “I thought you were the smart one!”

“It depends on the kind of intelligence,” Logan sighs, “I’ll admit I lack some of the more, say, social knowledge. But, I have dad and Roman at least.”

“Yeah, well, you're a good kid to Logan.”

“Thanks.”

“Be good to my baby Logan,” Remus says darkly, “Be good to my baby or I’ll figure out how to ruin your entire life.”

Logan looks up to Remus, “If I were to be bad to Roman, I’d have ruined my life myself. Because, he is my everything, as stupid and sappy as that sounds.”

Remus nods, “Good. You’ll make it through you know you two will make it out together.”

“Good.” Logan hums, tilting his head, “You're an asshole though. You really hurt a lot of the people we both care for.”

“Ballsy,” Remus smirks, “Calling the dead father of your boyfriend that. I knew I liked you!”

“Very few people seem to,” Logan shrugs, “But the whole dying and destroying Ms. Prince and Virgil and leaving Roman to be in the dark is really my only complaint against you.”

“Y’know, I did regret not being able to be there for them, but Roman especially. He’s my baby Logan, I know you don’t have kids, but, there’s just something about them.”

“So I’ve been told.”

“Yeah, well, I should go.”

“Probably so. And Remus?”

“Yeah?”

“If you really can talk to people through dreams, don’t leave Roman alone, he’d like you to talk to him. And, maybe talk to Virgil and Ms.Prince some too.”

“Of course. Later dork. Dork means- You’re gone.”

Remus shakes his head as the dream dissolves around him, a bitter laugh leaving him.

Remus made sure to speak to his loved ones every so often, the first time he visited Isidora after Logan had told him too it had been ten years and she had cried a little when she woke up.

Virgil had insulted Remus the whole dream that Remus had visited the emo music loving man.

Remus watches Virgil and Patton’s wedding, glad to watch the entire thing and see his best friend happy. Remus notices that Roman is the best man for Virgil, but only because Logan was Patton’s best man. The younger couple gave a nice speech that called attention to the fact that this wedding has been a long time in the works.

Virgil and Patton’s first dance is sweet and too sappy for Remus’ taste but okay.

Remus nearly screams when Roman and Logan get engaged, because, like the dorks they are, they propose at the same time.

Logan and Roman got reneged on their fifth anniversary, in the gazebo, under the stars. Remus had proposed first, because this was his plan. But Roman pulled out his own ring and asked Logan.

Because the two are entirely too cute.

Remus gloated to them next time he spoke to them both, he called it after all.

Roman and Logan’s wedding is a year and a half later, over the summer between their junior and senior years in college.

It’s a bigger affair than Virgil and Patton’s had been, but not the largest wedding.

The whole town came, along with Logan’s grandparents, and a few friends from the boys’ own colleges.

Roman and Logan had stared at each other sappily the whole vow giving, making stupid cow eyes.

But, Remus creamed the loudest cheer out of anyone at that wedding when the two kissed and sealed the deal. He caught Isidora and Virgil looking around, then sharing a glance and a bitter laugh, a mutter of Remus’ name.

Roman and Logan’s first dance, per Roman’s selection, was a stupidly sappy song, for a pair of stupidly sappy new husbands. Husbands, God, Roman was married now. To his highschool sweetheart no less, his small town highschool sweetheart.

Remus would say something arguably rude about the whole sappy ordeal, if it wasn’t Roman’s wedding.

A few years down the line, after Logan and Roman graduate, they buy a house in Sideshire, adopting a kid. And oh, Remus has a grandchild now.

Virgil and Patton went to family dinners on Fridays with Emilie and Richard Sanders, Logan and Roman going as well. And somehow, Remus is glad that his saps have each other.

As much as Remus misses his friends and his family, as much as he wishes he could be there for them in the flesh, he’s proud of them no matter what. Even if they are stupidly sappy.

But, Remus looks forward to reuniting with Isidora and Virgil, and officially meeting the rest. One day, but hopefully, not soon.

#WYLIWF verse #logince #moxiety #platonic lamp #Sympathetic! Remus #Patton Sanders #Logan Sanders #Virgil Sanders #Roman Sanders #sanders sides #Ghost! Remus Sanders

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megatraven · 5 years

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Not off your list of prompts, but imagine that Marinette decides she wants to reveal herself to Alya, but instead of just coming out and saying it, she just starts giving her fox-themed gifts. A fox charm for her phone. A fox plush. A fox hoodie. Fox-tail earrings.

I’m not gonna lie, I have no idea what this is but there’s one scene i thought was really funny so i hope you enjoy it LOL

AO3

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The gifts start off simple.

Some cute Rena Rouge earrings that Marinette claims compliments her hair. A long scarf orange scarf with white at the ends, because it’s growing chilly and it would really suck if Alya caught a cold. A little fox charm to match her Ladybug one (with promises she’ll do the whole set, someday.) A plush, since she’s always stealing Marinette’s when she comes for a sleepover.

Easy stuff, really, things that Marinette can make easily. But then, they get a little more complicated.

Her next gift is a hoodie, made a little bigger than Alya’s size so that, should everything work out okay, Marinette can squeeze into it too. She spent a lot of time getting the fox ears just right, and figuring out how she wanted the tail attached took awhile. But she got it done, and it looked just like Rena Rouge’s outfit.

When she gives it to Alya, Alya is surprised, and she almost hesitates to take it.

“Mari, are you sure? I mean- this is really beautiful, but I just… I don’t want to keep taking things when I haven’t been able to give you anything in return.” There’s a nervous edge to her voice as she looks down at the hoodie.

Still, Marinette encourages her to take it, and says it wouldn’t fit her well anyways, and what choice does she have but to take it then?

She folds it and gently stows it away in her bag. Marinette grins, and starts thinking about her next gift.

This one, Marinette is sure, will blow the others out of the ballpark.

It takes her exactly two months to make it, during which she supplied many tiny gifts, such as a fox macaron made especially for her, an ice cream from Andre’s with a special twist, and even a custom notebok with a stylized fox head on the cover.

She knew Alya had been growing suspicious since the hoodie, but she hadn’t said anything yet, and so, neither had Marinette. Of course, she expected that to change tonight, when Alya came over and Marinette showed her the dress she’d made, that she’d stayed up night after night to complete, even on days when she’d had to fight akumas.

A lot of time and effort were put into making it perfect, so much so that the thought of giving it to Alya now made her anxious. But there was no way she was backing down- Alya had to know who she was.

And, sure, she’d gone on a roundabout way of dealing with it, but hey- being straightforward was something Marinette struggled with.

Picking up her phone, Marinette typed out a quick “come over!” text, and waited.

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By the time Alya arrived, Marinette’s stomach had worked itself into a nice big knot. She practically bolted to the trapdoor when Alya pushed it open, and her hands nervously fluttered around Alya before settling on taking her arm.

“Alya! I’m so glad you’re here!” she said, albeit a little too loudly.

Alya didn’t seem to notice, or at least, she didn’t mind. With a small laugh, she shifted their bodies enough so that Marinette’s hold on her turned into a hug. “Girl, you have no idea how much I needed a girl’s night, just you and me.”

“I think I have some idea.” Marinette looked over her shoulder, to the dress that Alya hadn’t seen yet, and thought maybe it wasn’t such a good idea after all. She could send Alya down to grab cookies and stuff the dress inside her closet and then-

Alya turned around.

Marinette didn’t know what to say and floundered around for some explanation, but all the words that tumbled from her stopped when Alya’s shoulders drooped.

“Okay. How long have you known?” she asked, turning to face Marinette, a mix of defeat and pride in her voice.

This was it, this was Marinette’s chance to lay it all out on the table, this was her chance to tell her that she’s-

“Known what?” The question left her lips before she can stop them, and she winced.

Alya looked taken aback for a moment at her answer, but pressed on. “Known that I’m… you know…” She brought her hands up to her head and made little fox ears with them.

“A… furry?” Marinette nearly slapped herself for that one.

“A fur- no!” She threw her hands up in exasperation. “No, Rena Rouge, Marinette! Rena Rouge! How long have you known that I’m Rena!”

Marinette rubbed her arm and looked to the floor. “Um… since… I gave you the miraculous?” When Alya didn’t say anything, she risked a glance up, and saw Alya staring at her. “Alya?”

It took another minute for her to answer, but slowly, she pointed at Marinette and moved her finger until it poked her in the chest. “You’re…” Her eyebrows drew together as she worked through the implications of what Marinette had said.

“You’re Ladybug?”

Marinette nodded, and after a moment added a little, “Surprise?”

“Oh my god. Oh my god.” Alya walked over to the chaise, sat down, and brought her hands up to her face and covered her eyes. “Oh my god. I told you so many embarrassing things about you and you knew the entire time. Oh my god.”

That shocked Marinette out of her worry, and she moved to hug Alya once more. “Hey, it’s okay! I mean, I’ve done a lot of embarrassing stuff too!”

Alya groaned into her hands before returning the embrace.

“I hate you so much right now.”

Marinette laughed a little. “But you love me more?”

“But I love you more.”

They stayed like that, for a few minutes, and hour, however long. When they finally broke apart, Alya looked back at the dress, since she hadn’t had the chance to give it any proper attention.

“Can I try it on?”

“Nothing would make me happier.”

#miraculous ladybug #ml #alyanette #alya cesaire #marinette dupain-cheng #alya #mari #my fic

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fanficsandfluff · 4 years

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Emotions Get the Better (12)

When Saturday night arrived, you realized just how much you wanted booze in you. You got to Pogo’s in the middle of a comedian’s set and went straight to the bar, getting yourself a Long Island to get the night started. You didn’t really know how it worked in here when you were friends with a standup. Was Arthur going to meet you at a table and then go up? Would you not see him at all? You’d have to find out.

You sat at the back corner of the club, still a good view of the stage. You were picking on the small bowl of nuts that were already on the table.

These comedians were pretty funny this night, which you kept thinking was good for when Arthur came out, as the audience would be warmed up. You ordered a rum and coke when the Long Island was finished.

“Our next comedian says he’s very excited to be performing for you all tonight. And his mom always told him his purpose was to spread joy and laughter. Um... okay,” that got a laugh from the emcee introducing Arthur. You were nervous now, “Please welcome to the stage, Arthur Fleck.”

You clapped and cheered when he headed towards the stage, and it was the first time you saw him that night. He looked cute; a maroon vest and pants and a cream colored shirt.

As Arthur looked around after the welcome applause died down, he got quiet for a moment. Then there was a breathy, “Hello,” into the microphone.

You watched him eagerly, bouncing your leg under the table.

There was more silence and then he opened his mouth to tell a joke, but instead, a piercing laugh came out. His hand shot over his mouth. You felt mortified. Oh no, not here, not now.

This went on for an excruciatingly long time. He’d try to start his joke but would immediately fall apart in nervous laughter. The audience was chuckling with him at first, not quite sure knowing if this was part of his act.

You squeezed your hands together tightly as your eyes were glued to him on that stage, almost praying if you believed in any of that stuff.

Finally after what seemed like an eternity, he got his first joke out. It got a smattering of a chuckle from various audience members. You were too nervous for him to even laugh at all. That first joke was not very good. Alright, focus, you were boozed up, of course you could laugh at shitty jokes if you wanted to. You drank faster.

The next few jokes were mostly lame, but you made sure he heard your giggle over the largely encroaching silence. He had his joke book with him. God, you wanted to read everything in there and piece together how his comedic mind worked. He did tell some pretty good jokes and he gained confidence as his set went on, but the audience was not very receptive. When Arthur finished, you clapped and whooped for him as he exited the stage. Yep, you were feeling tipsy after you’d finished your two drinks. You stood and went to the bar, getting two shots for yourself and Arthur when he came out.

You saw him sheepishly peek his head out of the door leading to the roundabout way to get to the tiny stage, and you could see his eyes searching for you. You waved your hand and he caught sight of you, a smile instantly appearing on his face.

“I’m so happy you came--”

“You were great!” you threw your arms around him and hugged him, “Seriously, you did really well,” your hand touched his cheek as you smiled at him, “Here,” you then slid him the shot, “Cheers.”

“Oh, I don’t really drink...”

“Come on, just one shot. It’s vodka. You won’t even feel anything,” you raised yours in the air, raising a brow at him.

Arthur looked nervous but he chuckled and gave in, taking the shot with you. He drank his much slower than how you downed yours. You shook your head afterward and giggled, “See, that wasn’t so bad.”

“I-I guess not,” Arthur coughed, making a face. That made you laugh more. God, you were feeling good.

“You wanna get outta here?” you asked Arthur.

Arthur nodded. You didn’t say any more and you left Pogo’s with him.

“How do you think it went?” you asked him once you were out in the street. Arthur was busy lighting up a cigarette.

“Oh, um.. well, I don’t know. I kinda blanked out in the second half. I liked all the jokes I told.”

“You should be proud. Even if it didn’t seem like you got a big response, I could tell people liked it,” you didn’t know how far you should go when exaggerating the truth to Arthur. He wasn’t dumb. He knew there were some duds. If he were doing this professionally, the technical term for what happened to him on stage was he bombed.

“Thanks,” Arthur said to you, looking at you with adoration.

“You in the mood for a burger? Cuz I think I want a burger,” you said to him as you walked side-by-side. Your hands knocked together a few times and you decided to make the move and hold his hand as you walked. Arthur blushed. You saw it even under the flickering, dim streetlights. That made you smile. He was back. No more silent, brooding, dark-eyed whacko from a few nights ago who forced a smile onto your face with his fingers and kissed you like you’d never been kissed before. Well... maybe you missed some parts of that Arthur.

You walked along with Arthur until he stopped at a newspaper stand. The front cover was of what looked like a killer clown face with sharp teeth and angry brows. You looked at Arthur more than you looked at the picture. He mimicked the face the clown was making. Odd.

“How’d the story make you feel?” you asked him, stuffing your hands into your pockets.

“I don’t know,” Arthur responded.

“Me personally,” you leaned closer to Arthur so really only he could hear, “I just think that’s three less pricks in Gotham,” you nudged him gently and headed toward the street to cross it.

Arthur watched her keep walking and he smiled, chuckling a little. She got it.

He hurried to follow her to a small dive burger and fries joint.

The two of you had dinner together, and it all went really well. The food you were intaking was helping abate your tipsy state. Arthur offered to take you home when you’d both finished up. Maybe it was a bit obvious to him you weren’t exactly sober. You accepted his offer.

On the train, you leaned your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes, feeling drowsy as the train car rattled and shook. Arthur felt happy. Things were looking up for him, he could feel it.

When it was your stop, Arthur shook you awake and helped you back out onto the street.

You got to your apartment building and reached into your purse for your keys. You pulled them out but immediately dropped them onto the floor. Both you and Arthur made the move to pick them up and your hands went to the ground at the same time, heads bonking together. You both reacted and you laughed.

“Sorry, sorry,” Arthur chuckled, seeing you rub your head while still giggling.

“It’s okahay,” you let him get your keys and hand them to you, “Do you wanna come up? I can make tea or coffee...” you were hoping he’d say yes. You didn’t want this high to come down.

Arthur looked at you and then he glanced at his watch. He finally nodded, “Sure, that sounds good.”

“Great,” you smiled and led him upstairs. Not that gracefully, you might add, as your ankle buckled going up one of the stairs and you fell into Arthur. Luckily he caught you.

“You okay?” Arthur asked you as you wobbly walked down the hallway to your apartment door. He didn’t notice as much while the two of you were walking in the streets.

“Yeahah, I’m just... you know,” you shook your head and unlocked your door, “Come on in.”

You kicked your shoes off and hung your coat up, going straight to the record player next to your television set.

“No radio?” Arthur asked when he followed you in.

“I have one. It’s in the kitchen by the stove. I just prefer the sound the record player has, you know?” you put on one of your favorite bombastic jazz records and swung your hips as you shimmied your way into the kitchen to make you both coffee.

Arthur was smiling wide, and he turned the corner into your kitchen.

“You like to dance?” Arthur asked.

“Pfft, me?” you chortled, “I don’t dance, no,” you filled the coffee grounds into the filter of your coffee machine.

“But you just were,” he stepped closer to you.

“Well, yeah, cuz I really like music. I don’t think like swaying is really dancing.”

“Dance with me,” Arthur held out his arm to you. You started the coffee machine and looked at him.

“Hehere? In my narrow kitchen built to fit like half a person at a time?”

“Out here,” Arthur grabbed your wrist and dragged you into your living room, where there was definitely more space.

“Arthur...” you mumbled, embarrassed. He hooked one arm around your waist and held your other hand up with his own. He started to guide you around the carpeted floor.

“Your cologne smells good,” you said, not having been this close to him for this long a period all night.

“I’m glad you like it. It was important to have some for a date.”

“You didn’t wear cologne when you came to my house for dinner,” you chided him with a smirk.

Arthur grinned right back at you and suddenly dipped you as the song swelled, making you squeak In surprise. He pulled you back up as you were laughing, somehow ending up closer to his body than before.

“Youhu’re crazy.”

“And you’re dancing.”

You looked up at him and kept smiling wide. It was starting to hurt your cheeks, but you didn’t mind. You let him spin you as your fingertips touched and then resumed the position facing each other, swaying as the new song that came on was on the slower side.

The coffee machine beeped and you stopped dancing with him.

“I’ll go get us some mugs,” you said and playfully poked his ribs before you went back into the kitchen. He held where you poked him, a smile splitting his features.

You poured two cups of fresh brewed coffee and added a dash of milk and two spoonfuls of sugar to yours, remembering Arthur liked his black with a tiny bit of sugar.

You brought them out to him to see him dancing to himself. He really was a skilled dancer. You could tell from his little routine as Carnival on the city street.

“Coffee,” you announced, even though you felt like you could spy on him dancing like that for hours. He turned around and smiled at you, taking a seat on the couch. You went over and handed him his cup, sitting beside him with a mug of your own.

The two of you were quiet and sipping your drinks, both smiling shyly and glancing at each other from time to time.

“When are you gonna let me see what’s in that joke book?” you nodded your head to where the notebook was poking out from the back of his pants.

Arthur froze and he smiled to shake off the question, “It’s a secret. Like a secret recipe, I wouldn’t want to give anything away--”

“Why? I would really like to read some if you won’t even tell them to me,” you were still smiling at him innocently.

Arthur stared at you and he sighed, “It---” he sighed again and ran fingers through his hair. You could see his leg starting to shake again, “It’s not just a joke book. My therapist... she gave it to me as more of a journal. But I use it for both.”

“I get it,” you cut him off before he started blabbering more, “Don’t worry,” and you showed him an understanding smile. If he just said it was a journal from the start, you wouldn’t have even been pressing. That was some private stuff. Still, you wondered what a cutout of a naked woman was doing in a journal/joke book.

“Does it help?” you asked, curious still.

Arthur shrugged and traced the rim of his coffee cup with his finger, “Yeah. Yeah, I use it a lot.”

That didn’t directly answer your question, either, but you let it slide. But it seemed this topic opened something inside of Arthur as he kept talking.

“I was locked up at the institution for a while,” he went rummaging through his vest pocket for his cigarettes, “They thought I posed a danger to myself and to others. I was... my condition,” he looked you right in the eyes with those steel iris’s of his, “was worse back then, believe it or not. I was, um, suicidal. So, they let me out and gave me all these drugs that helped in the beginning. But now they’re... well, they’re not working as well. My social worker makes sure I have a job, that I go home to my mother, and that I’m not having any negative thoughts, which...” he started to laugh, but not one of his fits, “It’s funny.”

You listened to him and didn’t interrupt until it seemed like he wanted to end it there.

“Your card,” you started talking, “It said your condition was caused by head trauma or some neurological thing. Were you in an accident?”

Arthur shook his head, “For as long as I can remember I’ve lived with it. I would, um....” he dusted some cigarette ash off his pants, “I had problems with.. hurting myself,” he prodded his forehead a few times to indicate a place where he’d hurt himself, “But that was after I’d been living with my condition.”

“Does laughing normally hurt you?” you asked, your curiosity and even pity still growing.

Arthur shook his head, “No. Although I don’t really laugh a lot anyway, cuz it makes me think of the other one...”

“If it’s any difference to you, I like when you laugh. Not the bad one when it hurts you. But anytime you laugh with me,” you smiled at him and took another sip of your coffee, “Gotta return the compliment you always give me.”

Arthur smiled at you and now he was blushing at the receiving end.

You let him continue smoking his cigarette until there was nothing left of it.

“Thank you for--”

“Can I--?”

You both started talking at the same time, making the two of you smile.

“You first,” Arthur said.

“Thank you for opening up to me. About you and your condition. It takes a lot to do that.”

“Well, you make it easy to talk about myself like that.”

“Now what were you going to say?” you asked him, setting your empty coffee cup aside, looking back at him with a smile.

Arthur grinned at you, not as sweetly or as bashfully as he’d been doing all night, but that spark was in his eyes, “Can I kiss you?”

You were startled by the question in and of itself. Who asked that? He didn’t ask days ago in your bathtub. And he genuinely wanted you to consent, not even inching himself forward expecting a yes. You loved that.

You nodded your head yes, but he still didn’t move, “Yes,” you croaked.

Arthur leaned in and he pressed his lips to yours, one of his hands coming up and cupping your cheek. You felt your cheeks flush red and you kissed him back, probably more forcibly than he was to you.

You’ve kissed men before. A good amount of men, if you’d be honest. But you’d never had the urge to blush. This was something different. Arthur had pulled you in in a way in which you knew you weren’t going to be able to make an easy escape if you ever wanted to. He was an enigma of a man. He was weird, he was awkward, he was damaged, he was funny, he was sweet, he was romantic. He was everything you could want in a guy, and you knew you’d accept him even with his flaws.

Arthur’s hands never moved to touch your breasts or ass or anything overtly sensual like that. He had his arms wrapped around your waist now as he kissed you. You had reciprocated by draping your arms over his shoulders.

When the moment passed, you rested your forehead against what was Arthur’s nose, breathing heavily. Your heart was racing.

Arthur leaned down and kissed your cheek lightly and then your neck, winding up resting his head on your shoulder. You twirled the hairs at the base of his neck with your fingers, feeling his breath hitting the bare skin on your collarbones.

You sat like that for a while. At least it felt like a while to you. You were happy to be offering Arthur comfort like this. You guessed from your first date that he was a guy who missed out on affection most of his life.

Arthur got off of you and merely faced you, the sudden movement surprising you. He looked as if waiting for you to say something. He touched your face again, thumb caressing the corner of your mouth. You figured he was going to force you to smile again, but you gave him an honest one so he didn’t have to. You turned your face and kissed the palm of his hand, bringing your own hand up to hold his. That made him smile.

“I-I have to go, but I... I don’t want to,” Arthur said, looking kindly at you.

You responded, “I understand. Your mom’s gonna be wondering where you went for so long.”

Arthur nodded.

You continued, “I had a great night. Really. I want to see you again soon. Maybe I can set up a date.”

Arthur nodded again, more eagerly. You stood up so you could usher him to the door. He didn’t move yet, merely extending his hand out to you, seemingly so you could pull him up. You smirked and took his hand, completely not expecting him to yank you practically into his lap. You yelped and then laughed when you were seated again.

“Jeheherk,” you giggled.

Arthur chuckled a bit on his own and he did stand up after that bit of silliness, and you walked with him to the door.

“Goodnight,” you said, hugging your arms around yourself.

Arthur reciprocated the goodnight, and when he did, you held his arms so he wouldn’t leave just yet and gave his cheek a parting kiss. Arthur smiled wide, and when he walked down the hallway, he turned and started doing a little jig.

You snorted and laughed softly at him again, “Youhu’re a whacko,” you lovingly teased him.

Arthur gave an exaggerated bow before heading off down the stairs, out of your apartment building.

#arthur fleck x reader #arthur fleck #reader insert #joker #joker x reader #arthur fleck x y/n #joker x y/n #arthur fleck x you #joker x you #romance #gentle #kisses #flirting #date

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vexedtonightmares · 5 years

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Hey! I love your writing and if you’re still taking prompts I would love a one shot about elu/le gang/the crew/idriss and sofiane all partying together!!! I loved seeing eliott happy to finally be with his best friend and I want to see how they all get along together!

Obliviously Idiotic

Eliott and Lucas were the two biggest idiots Yann had ever seen. He meant that in a positive way, but it was true. Lucas had always been Yann’s number one idiot, but combined with Eliott their combined brain power fluctuated from fully intelligent to complete dumbassery within the span of a few seconds. It was sort of endearing, if he was being honest.

Every single party they went to Lucas and Eliott could be found out on the dance floor either making out or making everyone else die of secondhand embarrassment. Right now, it was the latter, though they were joined at the moment by Arthur and Basile, so the secondhand embarrassment wasn’t too bad. It was Emma’s birthday party, so he supposed their behavior wasn’t necessarily out of the norm, considering. Chloé sidled up beside him, leaning her head on his shoulder and following his gaze.

He never really knew how she would react to Lucas and Eliott being together, so he usually just avoided the topic at all costs, but they had all attended parties together many times. He looked down at her and saw her bite the corner of her lip. “What do you think about a double date?” she asked.

Yann narrowed his eyes. “What? With who?”

“Lucas and Eliott,” she answered as if it should have been obvious. Yann wasn’t sure if it was a trap or not, so he waited to respond. She laughed at his reaction, continuing, “He’s your best friend…”

“He’s also your ex-boyfriend,” Yann pointed out.

“Does that really count? It’s not like he had feelings for me,” she shrugged.

He paused. “This isn’t some roundabout way to get revenge or something, right? Because Lucas is my best friend.”

She laughed softly and nudged his shoulder. “Of course not! I’m way over that, I promise. They just look so happy together, and I figured it would make things less awkward between all of us in the future.”

Yann still wasn’t totally sure, but he relented, “I’ll ask Lucas.”

She grinned widely at him before pulling his face down into a small kiss. Yann glanced back at Eliott and Lucas when they broke apart. They really did look happy, and Yann was glad. Maybe a double date wouldn’t be the worst idea in the world, so long as Lucas could survive being in close proximity to her for hours on end.

The two boys were alone on the dance floor now, Basile talking to Daphné and Arthur looking horribly out of breath but smiling proudly. God, his friends really were massive idiots. Unfortunately for him or for them, he couldn’t help but love them.

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Imane rolled her eyes for what felt like the millionth time that day. She’d just wanted a chill, low key get together to celebrate Emma’s birthday, but it had turned into a full blown party. She was thankful Sofiane was there, otherwise she probably would have been stuck third wheeling the disaster that was Daphné and Basile. Maybe disaster was a little harsh, but their PDA deserved no other term.

The only couple whose PDA she could really tolerate was Lucas and Eliott, mostly because she had a soft spot for the both of them, but she would die before she told them that. They probably knew anyway given the fact she didn’t pretend to barf in her mouth every time they kissed for longer than the situation required. It was kind of cute, only because she then had a multitude of ways to blackmail Lucas if needed.

“Eliott and Lucas?” someone asked her, someone very familiar that was not Sofiane.

She turned to level Idriss with an amused stare. “What about them?”

“You were thinking about them, I could see it on your face.”

“If you haven’t noticed, they’re a little hard not to notice,” she said by way of explanation. He laughed loudly enough that Sofiane smirked a bit too himself. “That they are,” Idriss agreed solemnly.

“How have things been, with you and Eliott I mean?” Imane asked hesitantly. They hadn’t really talked about it much, though Eliott had shown up at her house a fair number of times and Idriss had disappeared to spend time with Sofiane and Eliott on multiple occasions.

“Trying to butt into my friendships now too?” Idriss joked.

Sofiane cut in, “I think she’s already done that.” He brushed the palm of his hand with his fingers to let her know he was joking. She could have figured that out without his gesture, but it was still sweet that he cared enough to do so.

Idriss raised his hands in surrender, sighing in exasperation. “She’s really rubbing off on you, huh? I mourn the boy I once knew, he was so kind…”

Sofiane laughed and nudged Idriss in jest, shrugging in a what can you do? kind of way. Imane cleared her throat, looking up at Idriss. He still hadn’t answered her. The Bakhellals were excellent at avoiding other people’s inquiries, but pit a Bakhellal against a Bakhellal and one would crumble.

“Things have been good, don’t worry,” he reassured her.

“I wasn’t worried, just curious,” she said defensively, “In case you’ve forgotten, I’m friends with Lucas, so if you and Eliott aren’t happy as clams, I have to hear about it.”

Idriss scoffed. “Oh, please, you’d love the opportunity to get dirt on me.”

She shook her head. “I’m not worried about you, dear brother. I have quite a soft spot for Eliott.”

Idriss couldn’t argue, and neither could Sofiane. “Don’t we all?” Idriss said.

“Lucas more than anyone,” Sofiane said with a smile, eyes back on the hot mess unfolding on the dance floor. Idriss shook his head at the two boys, sighing.

“I need a drink if I’m going to have to watch this all night,” he said, and Imane narrowed her eyes at him. He immediately backtracked. “Or soda? Soda sounds nice.”

“I don’t care what you do, Idriss, just don’t take it too far. I don’t need to worry about you passing out somewhere when I’m already worried about Lucas breaking his neck,” she told him seriously. He made a show of rolling his eyes before he walked off, but the smile that he gave her was reassuring. He listened to her, no matter how much he pretended otherwise.

“Have you seen Emma?” Alexia yelled to her suddenly, holding a giant drink in her hands.

Imane shook her head and turned to Sofiane, who did the same. Alexia sighed and set down the drink. “She’s probably off fucking Alex,” Alexia said in defeat, “Though she’ll later deny it.”

“Is something wrong?” Sofiane prompted and Alexia looked up in shock, as if she’d forgotten the two of them were standing right there.

She laughed and shook her head. “Oh, no, it’s just her birthday party and she is nowhere to be found, the ingrate.”

“At least we have Lucas and Eliott to soak up all the attention,” Imane reasoned and the three of them turned back to look at the couple on the dance floor. It looked like Lucas was attempting to… lift Eliott?

Sofiane leaned into Imane, whispering in her ear. “Do they know that this isn’t the Olympic Ice Dancing championship?”

She huffed out a small laugh, wincing as Lucas tried to flip Eliott over his back. “I’m not sure. Should we tell them?”

“Nah, let them do what they do,” Alexia interjected with grudging respect. “Honestly, props to them. No one else is even half as interesting, and here I thought we already had a couple with mad dance skills.” She looked between the two of them pointedly. Imane raised her eyebrows at Alexia with a smirk, but Sofiane immediately held out his hand to Imane.

“May I have this dance?” he asked, and who was she to deny the request? Plus, they could show Eliott and Lucas how dance was really meant to be done.

-----

Manon couldn’t help but feel a surge of happiness whenever she saw Lucas and Eliott together. Granted, at the moment they were behaving like absolute idiots, but at least they were idiots in love. Over the last year she’d really begun to regard Lucas as family, and now Eliott was a part of that. It was hard not to love Eliott, really, and Lucas wholeheartedly agreed with her.

Watching him make a huge fool of himself on the dance floor, Manon was struck by how different Lucas was now to the boy she’d given her room because she and Mika had seen him struggling when no one else had. He hadn’t been Lucas before, not really, he’d just been a boy hiding inside of a boy waiting for Eliott to come and pull him out.

She was pulled out of her thoughts by the appearance of Emma, who had disappeared from her own party for quite some time. “Guess where I just was?” Emma wiggled her eyebrows and Manon laughed quietly to herself, pretending to think it over.

“I don’t know where, exactly, but I’m sure Alex does,” Manon answered, nudging Emma playfully. Emma laughed and leaned her head on Manon’s shoulder.

“You might be right.”

Manon turned her head and looked down to meet Emma’s eyes. “I thought you two were over?”

Emma shrugged. “We decided to give it another chance. First he wasn’t all in, then I wasn’t, then we started hooking up again, so we just talked about it and here we are.”

“I’m happy for you?” Manon said hesitantly, raising one eyebrow. Emma laughed and checked her with her hip.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

Manon just shrugged and gestured to the dance floor. “I mean, you’re no Lucas and Eliott, but Emma and Alex has promise.”

Emma took a sip of her drink, laughing. “Don’t remind me, Lucas only rubs it in my face every chance he gets. He says it’s payback for all the PDA he had to suffer when Yann and I dated.”

“Didn’t he—?” Manon started, thinking back to what Emma had confided in her one drunken night a while ago.

Emma was still watching Lucas and Eliott execute what they thought were dance moves. Oh dear God please tell me Lucas isn’t about to attempt to launch himself from Eliott’s shoulders. “Yeah. But I forgave him for that a long time ago. I mean, I did cheat on Yann, and I suppose I probably would have done the same if someone had cheated on you, or any of the crew. Maybe for different reasons, but Yann is still his best friend, and I know the lengths we go to for our best friends.”

Manon smiled to herself. She was always taken aback a bit, in a good way, when reminded of her close friendships with Emma and the rest of the girls. They had their ups and downs for sure, some of them that she herself had contributed to greatly and was still trying to make up for, but she loved them all like they were a part of her, and she was working on showing them that more effectively.

“But don’t go telling Lucas I’m over it,” Emma added, “I plan to milk favors out of him for as long as I can.”

Manon returned her attention to Emma, glancing back at Lucas briefly. Neither of them were dead, so that was promising. “You know what? I don’t think he’d do favors for you out of guilt anymore.” Emma raised her eyebrows, smile saying sure, Manon.

“I’m serious! I mean, I’m sure he still feels guilty for that whole situation, but he’s seen how much better you are without Yann, how much better Yann is without you— don’t give me that look, you know I’m right— and he’s become better himself. He’s happy, and I think he wants to share that happiness with as many people as he can.” Obviously, Manon didn’t live inside Lucas’ head, didn’t share his thoughts, but she knew him well enough to know that what she said was true. It was a beautiful thing, really. He deserved to be happy, and to share it wherever and whenever he could.

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“Why won’t Daphné dance with me like that?” Basile whined in Arthur’s ear. Daphné had gone to the bathroom five minutes ago and, though Arthur loved his friend, those minutes were beginning to eat into his sanity.

“Do you really want Daphné to dance with you like that?” Arthur tipped his head to the side, squinting his eyes. From the looks of it, the dancers in question, Lucas and Eliott, were doing some sort of Irish jig mixed with… a waltz? Ballet? If they weren’t so obliviously in love, Arthur might have called them on it, or at the very least made jokes at their expense.

That was a lie, he loved both Lucas and Eliott too much to even consider it. With Yann, Basile, and Lucas all in relationships he’d been relegated to seventh wheel and cheerleader, but if he was being honest, he didn’t mind it. How could he not love his friends in love?

“I miss Daphné so much,” Basile sighed to his right. Arthur snorted. Ok, maybe sometimes his friends were annoying when they were in love.

Yann, unsurprisingly, was the least annoying, though Lucas would probably argue that one. Yann and Chloé were a serious but casual couple, a dynamic that worked well for them. There was some sort of trust built in to their relationship that Arthur knew from Lucas hadn’t been there in Yann’s previous relationships. Arthur had always liked Chloé, so he didn’t mind spending extra time with her when she accompanied Yann places.

Basile was the most annoying, but such was his personality that it didn’t seem as annoying sometimes. Arthur had listened to Basile whine about loving Daphné for so long that, when they’d actually started dating, it was hard not to be happy for him.

Lucas, well, Lucas was a whole other story. He wasn’t annoying per se, though that might have had a lot to do with Arthur loving Eliott and the two of them together. If Lucas was like this with anyone other than Eliott, yeah, he’d win the most annoying award for sure. Instead, he was actually quite endearing.

That didn’t mean Arthur didn’t notice the fact that Lucas silently begged Eliott for kisses every two seconds or how a group outing with the five of them suddenly turned into a Lucas and Eliott couples photoshoot, quite the contrary. It just meant that when these things happened Arthur rolled his eyes out of love, not genuine annoyance. Plus, if anyone deserved to be obnoxiously out and proud and in love, it was Lucas.

“There you are!” Daphné exclaimed, wrapping her arms around Basile.

Basile furrowed his brows. “We’ve been standing here the whole time you’ve been gone.”

Arthur noticed that Daphné’s eyes were a little glassy, but not dull with the haze of alcohol. Whatever was occupying her mind definitely didn’t have to do with drinking a bit too much, which was good, but it still meant that there was something on her mind. He didn’t think it was his place to ask her about it right then, but he made a mental note to make sure everything was all right before the night was out.

“Right, right,” Daphné said, laughing unconvincingly. She turned to Arthur. “Do you mind if I steal Basile for a dance?”

“He’s all yours,” Arthur said with a grin, watching as they walked away. Most everyone was dancing now, the song was slow and beautiful and required the type of love his friends were lucky to have in their lives.

He stood on the outskirts, watching it all but not necessarily wanting to participate. Truly, he was content being a seventh wheel.

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“You know they’re all watching us right?” Eliott said, breath tickling Lucas’ face.

“Who?” Lucas looked around, attention drawn back into his boyfriend when he heard Eliott’s soft laugh.

Eliott’s eyes were full of light and laughter. “Everyone.”

It was true, in his single glance around the room Lucas had met the slightly exasperated gazes of most of his friends. Sofiane and Imane were the only ones who seemed to be off in their own world, dancing slowly in tune with the rhythm of the music.

“I love this song,” Eliott sighed, pulling Lucas back in closer to him, one hand on his back, the other clasped and held aloft, like they were dancing at their wedding. Lucas blushed furiously to himself at the thought, turning his head and pressing it against Eliott’s chest so he couldn’t see.

Thoughts like these popped up randomly, and it was hard not to let them scare him sometimes. Did he think he was going to, someday, marry Eliott? Yes. One hundred percent. But he was still young, they both were, and they had their whole lives to think about getting married, being married, and whatever would come after.

Right now, they could just enjoy this song, sink into each other’s arms and pretend the rest of the world and what was supposed to come next didn’t exist. He had never heard this song before but, hearing Eliott sing along to it softly while they danced, it had the potential to be a favorite of his.

“Can this be our first dance song at our wedding?” Eliott asked casually, still swaying idly. Lucas looked up sharply, trying to ascertain whether Eliott was serious or not, or if he had been reading Lucas’ mind.

His eyes were full of love, or maybe Eliott just was love himself. Lucas found himself smiling earnestly. He could try, for a moment, not to let the future scare him, especially when Eliott wasn’t scared. “I thought it would be ‘I Love You’?”

Eliott considered this. “Second dance?”

“Is that a thing?” Lucas laughed.

Eliott shrugged and pulled Lucas back into his chest. “We can make it a thing. You know those fundraisers where you can’t stop dancing until you raise all the money?” Lucas tipped his head back up again and raised his eyebrows.

“No,” he said, “I don’t think that’s a thing either.”

“Shut up it totally is,” Eliott said through a bout of giggles. He continued. “My point is, that’s what we’ll do for our wedding. No one can stop dancing—”

“Until they shower us in money?” Lucas interjected.

“No. Though that’s not a bad idea…” he broke off and pressed his forehead into Lucas’ hair, the two of them unable to contain their hushed laughter. “I was just going to say no one can stop dancing until we tell them to stop.”

Lucas still wasn’t sure if he could drop casual references to things Eliott said while he was having an episode into conversations afterward, but he couldn’t stop himself from adding, “So, all our guests will have to eat is ham and crisps and then they’ll be forced to dance until we allow them to stop? This wedding will be one for the history books, that’s for sure.”

To his relief, Eliott laughed harder. “Or maybe I’ll surprise you and we’ll go to America and get married by Elvis in Las Vegas.”

Lucas shrugged, looping his arms around Eliott’s shoulders. “I don’t care what we do, as long as we do it together.”

“Ah, so the soundtrack can be exclusively dubstep, then?” Eliott grinned victoriously, and Lucas’ eyes widened immediately.

He shook his head fervently. “No, no, no, I promise we can do whatever you want as long as there’s no dubstep.”

Eliott pretended to pout before resting his forehead against Lucas’. “Fine, but only because you’re so cute when you go into defensive hedgehog mode.”

“Shut up!” Lucas leaned up to kiss the stupid grin off Eliott’s stupidly beautiful face. “I love you.”

They both pulled each other closer instinctively, breathing in each other’s scents that had somehow mingled to be lucasandeliott rather than Lucas and Eliott. “I love you, too,” Eliott answered without hesitation.

When they kissed, no matter how many of their friends were watching, it felt like they were the only two people in the world.

#skam france #elu fic #we emo today pals!#elu #fic tag

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romaniassexdungeon · 5 years

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Shattered Romanticism of a God - Chapter 12

Pairing: NedDen, SuFin main

Warnings: Drugs, alcohol

Notes: A NedDen chapter, for a change. It'll get back to the SuFin next time, whenever I get round to writing that. This chapter is a little shorter than I'm happy with, though.

Gunner - Denmark // Adriaan - Netherlands

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“So, you’re just gonna stand over me while I get ready? Like a creep? Like a creepy watching creep?” Gunner elbowed his cousin away from the mirror, then went back to straightening his hair, trying to get the angle it stuck up at just right, like it would remain that way for long. Berwald just nodded. Then he stood right back behind him and messed his hair up.

“Cunt! Cause I did it to you?”

Another nod. Gunner smoothed out his stupid Hawaiian shirt and went back to fixing his hair, chucking his gel on his bed. Berwald untucked his shirt.

“Will you leave me alone! I’m not even going on a date,” he said, sticking out his tongue. He paraded about the main room, checking how his ass looked in his jeans. Perfect, as always. "Just going for a drink. No need to try and ruin everything, you sad, pathetic man."

“L’ser.”

“I only hang out with you cause you can sing.”

“And y’love me.”

“Shut up,” he flicked him, “maybe if you could act like a person, your boyfriend would’ve known you were dating.”

“Adriaan kn’w you’re dating?”

“We’re not! Sex isn’t dating; if it was, I’d be dating your mum.”

“Which ‘ne?”

“The hot one. Whichever one you’re thinking of, you just called hot. You called your mum hot. That’s weird.”

Berwald blinked at him, debating on whether or not he should even respond to Gunner's middle school-level attempts at trolling. “We’re cousins. Yer weird.”

“Not interested in some sweet home Valhallabama?”

“My mums aren’t interested in men. ‘Specially their nephew.”

Gunner shrugged. “I know. But that pun.”

Berwald gave him a very concerned look.

“Please don’t tell them,” Gunner whined, “I want to be invited round for Christmas.”

“Gonna text ‘em now.”

Gunner gave a whine, trying to swat his phone away.

“Text ‘em.”

“You’re a prick!”

“Joking,” Berwald gave a rare smile, “tol’ Tino I hoped he w’s having a good night.”

“I hate you.”

He grunted in response. Gunner looked at him.

“By the way, have you told Tino about all your… stuff?”

"M'huge dick?"

"Yeah, right. You know what I'm talking about."

Berwald shook his head, squirming. “Third date st’ff.”

“No, that’s fingering,” said Gunner. “Look, he’s not gonna judge you, and if he does, I’ll get the band to beat him up.”

“Dun do that,” he played with his jumper, kneading the fabric.

“Hey, any guy would be lucky to have you.” Gunner lightly nudged his shoulder. “And Tino seems to like you. He’s not gonna be a dick.”

Berwald didn’t look convinced. “Y’told Adriaan y’have feelings fer him?”

“Don't try and change the subject when I'm trying to have a moment with you. And I don’t! No stoner with a jumbo guitar’s gonna tie me down.”

Berwald looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

Gunner shook his head. “Whatever. I’m going out!”

“Not picking y’up.”

“Won’t need it,” he put on his coat and straightened his tie, “just going for a few drinks, then home.”

...

It was never a few drinks with Gunner, and, at 2am, he found himself in the snow outside the bar. He’d just been dumped there after throwing up on the pool table, and got to work making snow angels, giggling the whole time.

He probably needed an angel of his own to get him home.

When it was starting to get less comfortable to be lying in the street, he scrambled for his phone, distracted by the stars. Or the street lamps. One of them, but they were shining prettily above his head like spaceships. Maybe it was all of them. Was he about to be abducted?

He finally found his phone, hiding at the bottom of his jeans pocket. Who could he call to come get him this time? Not Berwald, he’d just be mean, and was probably already in bed. He tried to get to sleep by 8 like a granddad. Tolli was probably asleep too, or jacking off to Sportarobbie fanfiction, Vidar would watch the phone ringing and not bother picking up and Gilbert was probably also in bed, ready for church the next day. Luca had blocked his number after Gunner had accidentally sent him a dick pic meant for his brother. And Gunner would take his chances in a Saw movie before getting into a car with Tino.

Adriaan it was.

He sent him a text that he hoped was legible, then hauled himself up to wait. He leaned against the pub wall, not liking how the snow was now soaked into his jeans, but not having the presence of mind to do anything about it.

After five seconds of nothing, he typed out a poorly-worded plea, then settled down to wait.

...

Adriaan took his sweet, sweet time.

He eventually rolled into view, on his bike. Not even a tandem for them both, but a regular bike Gunner had to somehow get on. He got up from his snow-chair, giving a whine.

“Why did you bring your bike?” Gunner leaned against a lamppost. Adriaan stared at him. “Dude.”

“Huh?”

“The bike?”

“Don’t wanna IDC.”

“What?”

“DUI. I said… DUI.”

“Oh you’re stoned.”

“Are you surprised?” Adriaan broke into a grin. His high grins were always unnerving, not like his genuine ones.

“Guess not. Do I- do I get on front?” He staggered over to the bike and climbed onto the handlebars.

Adriaan shrugged. “Do what you want. I'm just here to "pock you ip, okease?".”

"Shut up!" He turned around and kissed him. “Onwards, Bike-man!”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Bike-chan?”

“Weed.”

“You mean weeb?”

Adriaan paused. “Yeah.” He got cycling, through the tourist-filled streets, ignored by everyone else, also staggering home. Gunner gave a whoop as they turned a corner. Lights blurred past him, expanding and criss-crossing in front of his eyes. He leaned against Adriaan’s chest, and Adriaan pushed him forward.

“I’m trying to drive,” he grumbled.

"Drive me to Germany! I don't wanna pay Swedish prices anymore!"

Adriaan looked at him. "You just did. All night."

“Boo! Wanna go to the park?” asked Gunner, ignoring him, “come on there it is!”

Adriaan brought the bike to a halt. “It’s a roundabout.”

“I wanna stargaze!” Gunner rolled off the handlebars and kissed Adriaan’s cheek. “Let’s lay on the grass and look at the stars!”

Luckily, there weren’t any cars on the roundabout, as Gunner didn’t even bother to check before stumbling out onto the road. Adriaan followed him on bike, more aware of his surroundings, but only barely.

Gunner watched Adriaan park his bike, then lie down in the snow next to him. There was no one about, just them and the stars that battled their way through the glow of the street lamp a few metres away.

"I think I can see All-Iron!" He pointed up at the blurred trio of stars. "Or is that the Plough? I wanna plow you later."

“Be free, grasses.”

Gunner sat up to find Adriaan wiping at the snow next to him. The frozen grass below didn’t look too free, but Adriaan seemed happy with himself nonetheless.

"Good idea, babe." Gunner grinned and began making snow angels. They were a little lopsided, and he ended up kicking Adriaan in the ankle. Adriaan grunted, but didn’t react otherwise.

"Sorry Adi. Ryan. Addi Reean."

"Gun man."

Gunner smiled. It was perfect. Everything was perfect with Adriaan, it always was. He was a dick, but there was a gem inside. A dick gem. A dickjazzle. He was always there for Gunner, maybe a little reluctantly, but he'd bring his bike and a few beers and a joke for him. Berwald's words were squirming around in the back of his head.

"Hey, Weed Man?" He turned to him. Adriaan glanced back.

After a pause, he remembered to reply. "Yeah?"

"Are we dating?"

After an excruciating moment of silence, as Adriaan tried his best to think, he shrugged. “Dunno. Are we?”

“You tell me.”

“Do you… wanna?”

“Date? Maybe. Might be fun.” Maybe Gunner really, really wanted to. But Adriaan was hard to read, even after all these years. Friends with benefits seemed like the best it was gonna get, the closest he could get to Adriaan. Could they actually become a couple? Would that ruin everything? Would it make everything way, way better?

“I’m gonna kiss you now, if that’s okay.”

Adriaan nodded. Gunner, grinning, leaned over and gave him an awkward peck on the lips, Adriaan’s nose poking his cheek. He looked down to find Adriaan smiling back. They kissed again, just a second longer, but just as magical.

“I like kissing you,” Gunner said, feeling like an idiot. “You’re cute. You’re a bastard, but you’re cute.”

“You after a few, then?”

“I’m fucking cunted, mate.” He rested his head on his chest. “And you… you came to my rescue. I fucking love you, man.”

Adriaan looked at him for a long moment. Had Gunner gone too far? He wasn’t sober enough to care past a niggling concern, but Adriaan wasn’t replying. Eventually, he gave a cough.

“Thanks.”

#nedden #aph denmark #aph netherlands #sufin #APH Sweden #hetalia #shattered romanticism of a god #Hetalia fic #Hetalia Fanfiction

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guacameowle · 5 years

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V’s After End - Notes / Opinion

Below the cut will be my reactions, opinions, & spoilers for V’s After Ending episodes & endings. There’s a sprinkling of ~thirst~ & a lot of confusion/screaming throughout. I am afraid I haven’t gone back to proofread the episode reactions, so they’re likely a little messy & misspelled.

Episode reactions are at the top, separated by episode & endings. Long-winded opinion/discussion about the route itself is at the bottom.

Journey below at your own risk! xx

Episode 1

80 hourglasses for EPISODE ONE? Oh this man is EXPENSIIIIVE. How many episodes is this going to be? 8 TOTAL?! Goodness.

JUDGE OR FORGIVE?! Who am I judging & forgiving? Jihyun? Rika? Cauuuuuse... uhhhh.... that might change my answers a bit (a lot)

So this means there is going to be multiple endings, yeah?!

Probably hasn’t even kissed you yet & is already packing up, leaving, & asking you to wait for him. I WAIT FOR NO MAN (Jk I waited for this man for over a year. Fuck.)

Oh shiiiit. He’s leaving me his house?! Ok, I’ll wait. Have fun storming the castle! *waves*

Excuse me but does the news screen on Jumin’s tv in his room show a picture of Rika & a caption underneath that says “More Catfood”???

The bottom of the news reel also says “Does Jumin Han is Gay?” Please, release us. Let it die.

JUUUMIIIIN. DO NOT BLAME YOURSELF. Let us comfort each other in these trying times. *waggles eyebrows*

JAEHEE COMING THROUGH WITH SOME GODDAMN SENSE & LOGIC. MY GIRL!

SOMEONE GET THIS MAN HIS WINE! Ohhh, nevermind he’s been drinking too much. Let’s have some water now, Juju.

This man is mourning & distraught. I am so sad for him. & now they’re making him dependent on alcohol to relieve his stress? Uh, I don’t like where this is going.

If anything happens to Jumin in this ending I swear...

WE HAVE CHATS TOO?! Damn what a complex update!

Wait, Zen WANTS to see MC & Jihyun being lovey dovey? Zen’s an imposter. He’s been replaced. That’s the real secret of this After End.

Oh wait, he said he was lying. Whew.

It is weird giving replies in chats & not seeing little colorful hearts flying everywhere…

Zen coming in HOT with the “Do you think you can forgive Rika?” question. Woooow.

You bet your ass I asked if anyone has heard anything from Ray. I’m going to cry.

NEW SEVEN CG! SO CUTE! VANDERWOOD IN THE RAFT! SO CUUUUUTE!

“He’s an adorable shy man.” Instantly chose this option. Vanderwood is cuuuute. Yes, Seven, please tell Vandy that I called him adorable & shy. Then tell me his reply. Then give him my number.

Yoosung’s got a package. I’M SURE HE DOES. ::eyes emoji::

OH SHIT, JUMIN DROPPING THE DNA BOMB. Wait, riddle me why the fuck Jumin had access to Seven’s DNA in the first place...

Poor Seven, I thought he had already sort of knew/assumed the hacker was his twin. But I guess he didn’t really know until now?

Looks like I’m on the “FORGIVE” path. Unlocked a Jumin’s VA free chat. Alriiiight.

Episode 2

Ray? Omg my eyes teared up. IS HE ALIVE?! WHAT KINDA SHORT TEASE OF A VOICE IS THAT?! OMFGGGGG. D:

Episode 2 & I’m already fucking crying. Great. Awesome. Lovely.

Honestly, I’m glad they’re having this discussion about V keeping all this information to himself about Saeran’s existence & use within Magenta because that’s always had me side-eyeing V HARD. I’m still of the opinion that he should have told at least Seven & Jumin about everything sooner. I get that he wanted to save Rika, but he was responsible for Saeran. I’m still heated.

SAEYOUNG HAS GONE ROGUE!

Mailman route when?! Kidding. His voice is nice though.

“Burn the letter” JESUS, MC. CALM IT DOWN.

RIKA WENT MISSING. OMFGGGG. THIS AFTER END! I JUST WANTED TO KISS JIHYUN. WHAT THE FRICK FRACK IS GOING ON?!

“We found remnants of DNA that matched with those of Luciel scattered about in the remains of Magenta. Since the explosion was of no ordinary size….” My heart hurts. My head hurts. My soul hurts.

This super sad music is just making me feel worse. I hate this. I’m crying again. I’m getting emotional whiplash.

Ray deserved better. Full stop.

Rika & Saeyoung left alone & Ray’s theme starts playing. How fucking dare this game fuck with me. I’m literally lying on the floor in a ball, playing this game & crying. What the hell.

For a second I saw Saeyoung making that fist in the CG & thought he was about to punch Rika.

Wow can y’all believe Jihyun basically Noped the Fuck Out of his own After End?

Hey Siri, turn off Rika’s voice.

Seven is dropping a lot of truth. ::quietly sips my tea::

God, Saeyoung’s prayer to Saeran is heartbreaking. Props to this VA though, damn he’s good.

Still on the “FORGIVE” path. I’m going to have fun going back & taking the judgement path.

Episode 3

Jumin “THERE WILL BE NO MORE SECRETS” Han fucking coming through! My boy! God, I love him so much.

First sun reference we’ve had. I thought there would be more by now.

Jihyun is out there falling in love with an MC in his head that he’s hardly spoken with since he left. That… can’t be healthy, my dude.

Jumin showing up in the goddamn woods in his suit is hot.

Jumin Han is so so good, y’all. This conversation between him & Saeyoung is absolutely amazing. He’s doing his best to comfort & protect at the same time. He asked about Saeran. He’s encouraging Saeyoung to live, helping him understand he’ll come out of this pain & find new reasons to live. He’s struggling too, but he’s doing so much to reach out & help Saeyoung.

The line about creating a new family, one without blood ties, broke me.

Uhhhh…. who was that? “We found him but that woman is with him.” Saeyoung & Rika?

THE STRESS GAVE ZEN A PIMPLE. Can relate.

Hell yeah I flirted with Zen. He is still prettier than starlight.

“Why don’t you come over? :)” MC. GIRL. …. I like the way you think.

Yoosung: “WELL I’M NOT GANDHI.” I fucking lost my shit.

“Should I drive V’s car?” Uhhhhh YES.

“But you’re gonna have to drive thru the night for hours. I’m kind of worried.” Bitch, I’m from Texas. I got this. 8 hours is a SHORT TRIP.

The disrespect. They aren’t going to let me drive. I don’t need a man to drive me.

DID VANDERWOOD JUST? OMG DID HE? DID HE JUST SHOOT SAEYOUNG?! BITCH, I LOVED YOU????? & YOU DID THIS????

Omg my heart. Why do they play with my emotions like this. Whew. WHEWWW.

VANDERWOOD CG!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Saeyoung is getting a lot of love tonight from his two new dads- Jumin & Vanderwood. Soft love & tough love. Shouting love at you with a gun in your face is new though.

YES! LET’S LOOK FOR A BODY! I STILL HAVE A SHRED OF HOPE RAY IS ALIVE. C’MON CHERITZ, PLEASE.

“Would you mind giving me some spotlight now?” Please let this be foreshadowing. I would eat UP a Vanderwood route.

Is another agency trying to kidnap Saeyoung? I am confusion? His dad?

Still on the “FORGIVE” path. Yoosung’s VA has a cute voice. I liiiiike.

Episode 4

My Yoosung is so sad. This boy has a lot of hate built up in him. First for V, now for Rika &&& V. Goodness.

She? Who the hell is Rika talking about? She who?!

Seems like everyone is concerned that MC will pity or listen to Rika too much. Hmm. Hmm hmmm…

Jumin is getting shit DONE.

2 years flashback. ????

Mika?! Who the fuck? Is this the “she” Rika was talking about earlier?

What he hell kinda narrative? Who is this woman? Supposedly some other girl from the orphanage Rika was a part of. She’s introduced & being used as the device that implanted this idea into Rika’s brain that she had “a devil” inside of her? She’s the reason Rika broke it off with V? Why? This feel like it cheapens everything. & why the hell is she calling Rika “Mina”? Is that Rika’s real name & I just forgot?!

IS RIKA LYING? WHY DID SHE WAIT THIS LONG TO TELL SAEYOUNG ABOUT THIS “STURDY ROOM”? COULD SAERAN REALLY BE ALIVE? Or is she trying to trick Saeyoung into leaving the cabin?!

Ok so the twins’ father has to be in on this somehow. He’s probably the one trying to get Saeyoung, I get that much. Omg... what if the reason they didn’t find proof of Saeran being dead is because his dad snatched up the remains?! Or kidnapped him alive? Or or or

Still on the “FORGIVE” path. This is hard. I want to be mean. 😈

Episode 5

I don’t know why I go into this game thinking I will just get to kiss the pretty boy. Or any boy.

Ok so more hints dropped their dad is probably involved.

“I am waiting for a letter.” GIRL, FUCK V’S LETTER. HE IS NOT HERE. SHIT IS GOING DOWN. LIVE IN THE MOMENT. IF HE WANTS TO BE OFF SMELLING FLOWERS, LET HIM. I AM TIRED.

I hope hope hope they find Saeran. Please please PLEASE.

I FORGOT. IF RAY IS ALIVE HE IS GOING THROUGH DETOX ALONE BURIED UNDER RUBBLE & ASH. I AM LIVID! WHAAAAT! SAVE. HIM.

Zen’s “WOOOOW” made me laugh.

These new CGs are a delight. I like seeing the mix of characters in them, too. Zen’s hand is huge. ::eyes emoji::

Maaan, Yoosung really flipped emotional spectrums so fast about Rika. The boy is certainly driven by his emotions.

These philosophical type chats always blow me away. This game really does get you thinking about social constructs. Fun & educating. Huh.

Getting these dirty boys to wash their hands before eating.

SAERAN MADE IT OUT?!

THAT IS SAERAN’S COUGH. OMG. HE IS ALIVE?!?! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 SAERAN!!!!

Still on “FORGIVE” path.

Episode 6

Jumin, this is a very roundabout way to tell Saeyoung you care about him & just want to look after him. You long-winded, man. I adore you.

SAEYOUNG HAS MORE VALUE THAN JUST WHAT HIS HACKING ABILITIES CAN BRING TO THE TABLE! LEAN ON YOUR FRIENDS/FAMILY, SAEYOUNG. THEY CARE FOR YOU!

10 years?! I don’t know if that is a blessing or a curse. Lol. That’s a lengthy commitment for Saeyoung though.

“Why must we give up one thing once we get something else?” Yeah, Cheritz. Why must we give up one boy once we save the other boy?!?! Hmmmm???? Lmaoooo

Saeyoung in a suit & tie!!!!!!! Niiiiiiice.

How in the hell are they gonna wrap up this story?! It’s gonna be a cliffhanger isn’t it?! Omg...

Did these idiots just straight up leave Zen, Yoosung, & MC in a random cabin in the woods FOR DAYS & go back to civilization on their own? How long does it take to return Rika back to proper authorizes?! Goodness.

WHAT?!

WHAAAAT THE FUCK?!?!

V TOOK SAERAN?! WHEN? HOW? WHAT?

MY JAW JUST POPPED IT DROPPED SO HARD. WHAT THE SHIIIIIT?!?!

Uhhhh lmao uhm why are they dressed like Jedi? Jihyun is giving Obi Wan vibes right now. I’m cackling, when I shouldn’t be. This is supposed to be a serious moment, goddamnit.

I know Jihyun probably thinks he’s doing right by taking care of Saeran but AGAIN WITH THIS DOING IT ON HIS OWN BUSINESS?! Saeyoung is devastated his brother & all the while Jihyun had actually swooped him away for some self-medicated detox tour? Just more & more secrets. I’m tired.

“Let’s wait until detox is done & you don’t wanna murder your brother. So I booked a flight for next week.” A WEEK? HA! YEAH RIGHT! BEST CANCEL THAT.

Oh, he just keeps booking & cancelling flights. Lmao. Ok. I am less judgmental now.

If Saeyoung & Saeran don’t get a reunion.... I will die inside.

Unlocked the “FORGIVE” ending.

Shit that costs 80hg too? I have nearly depleted what I had saved up!

BUT HOLY SHIT Y’ALL. SAERAN IS ALIVE! 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

“FORGIVE” Ending

This song is hauntingly beautiful.

Who is this speaking?

Is Rika high right now wtf?!

God is a woman.

I am so over all this sun talk. Let. It. Go.

Weren’t security guards left with them at the cabin?! Did Rika just WALK out?!

Of course she’s going to run away & get away with everything. Mhmm ok.

NOW THEY ARE COMING FOR JUMIN’S COMPANY?! I THOUGHT THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE GOOD END WTF. I’LL FIGHT. DON’T COME FOR C&R. I’LL THROW DOWN. JUMIN BETTER NOT LOSE EVERYTHING.

So Rika is gone & for no reason Zen & Yoosung & MC are going to stay in the cabin alone? (& not have a threesome?!?!?!)

Jumin is literally putting his own company on the line to protect Saeyoung. This man is amazing. “We’ll rebuild.” My nipples are hard. Jumin has fully aroused me. I would have taken him right on a conference table.

Welcome to Rika’s Ted Talk

Well.... I am pleased she stepped up & laid the truth all out there. Took us years to get here, lads, but we did it!

Twin cribs. Hmmm.

2 YEARS LATER?! SO THIS CONNECTS TO THE GOOD END OF JIHYUN’S ROUTE?!

2 years, huh... I would have shacked up with Jumin looooong before now. That man is a whole snack. Selfless, sweet, handsome, has a cat. I’m thirsty.

Jumin’s become an alcoholic?! Great. /s I guess this is meant to show just how drastic things are? That Jumin, our token rational & logical man, is resorting to a dangerous lifestyle as a means of coping? I’m heartbroken.

“Have I kept you waiting for too long.” Yes.

His gift better be bringing Saeran on stage because if he unveils a white puzzle I will lose my fucking mind. It is nearly 4am. I haven’t slept. I just want a smooch.

Omg I think it’s happening.

It’s gonna happen.

OMGGGGG

Please let there be a CG of this

IT HAPPENED!!!!! THEY REUNITED!!!! OMG!!!!!

LONGEST HELL YEAH BOOOOY OF MY LIFE

Pink suit pink suit pink suit PINK SUIT!!!! 💗

Ohhhh... Saeran has burns all over his face & his hand. Is his whole left side burned? My poor boy.

5 years later?!? (Mmmm think about mid30s Jumin Han though 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻)

*gasp* A BABY!

Holy shit, not a baby. A full child.

Awwww Saeyoung & Saeran live together!!

YEEESSSS. GET THIS LITTLE GIRL INTO STEM!!!!

“When is Uncle Jumin gonna marry.” I marry him every few weeks, little girl. 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻 when I reread his endings.

“Daddy thinks he will never get married.” I am now sad. I want to marry Jumin.

Jaehee got a promotion. Good for her. It’s what she deserves.

Aw Lucy is cute. Surprised they didn’t give her Jihyun’s hair color.

Their house has a lot of windows. 👀👀👀 Floor to ceiling windows. 👀👀👀 Good for fucking against. 👀👀👀👀

THIS CHILD IS ALREADY LEARNING TO KEEP SECRETS. NOOOOO. BREAK THIS CHAIN!

“Daddy is good with secrets, too.” TRUST ME, LITTLE GIRL. WE KNOW. WE KNOOOW. Y’all the noise I made when I read this line. Scoff wheezing?! Full exasperation.

“But you tell everything to Mommy!” About fucking time, honestly. How long did it take for him to break his secrets habit?

Ohhhhh she’s adopted! That’s why she doesn’t have his hair color. Curious why they didn’t go with the biological child path? I certainly don’t mind adoption. It definitely feels like a sort of tribute to Rika.

Girl already has a crush on Zen. Ha! Giiiirl, same. Jihyun’s reaction was funny.

I wanna ride Zen’s motorcycle & his diiiiiiiii

7 years later & Yoosung is still addicted to LOLOL. Keep it up, Yoosung. Live your best gaming life.

Now she’s plotting murder against her own dad. Goodness. & Yoosung just TOLD her this entire dark plot of the game. Lmaooooo

What happened to Vanderwood? Did he accept working at C&R? How is he? Is he eating? Did he take a vacation away from Saeyoung? I need to know.

Jihyun’s speech to his wife is sweet. Now kiss!

Omg I can’t believe I didn’t get to smooch him at all. What.

What.

100 HOURGLASSES TO RESET?!?! HIGHWAY ROBBERY! I need to save up all over again for when (if) they drop a Saeran After End

“JUDGE” Ending

No, going back to the place you hate most isn’t a sufficient form of punishment for the crimes you’ve committed. You can’t just punish yourself & call it justice. Thank u, next.

Why the fuck is Rika called Serena now?! How many names does she have?!

Is Rika really free & just doing her own apology tour?! No trial or hospital involved? I’m????

Yoosung’s dialogue makes it seem like he still wants Rika around. Flip flop.

I do enjoy that Yoosung is a very emotional character, even if sometimes in the stories I don’t agree with him. He’s always very open & honest with how he feels, even if taken to extremes.

Jaehee’s discussion with Rika was very rational. As expected.

Damn Zen gave her the boot double quick.

Jumin: “You are a minus given a breathing body.” Ohhhhhhh my god. 😮😮😮 & he told her he wants her sent to a lab to have data collected from her. Jumin is ANGRY.

So this discussion with Saeran is meant to be in her own head, yeah?

Ok her discussion with Saeyoung felt real -ish again but then her discussion with Jihyun sounded bizarre & far-fetched again. So has she just been inside her own head this entire time?

What the fuck... is going on.

Wow, let’s toss in some sexual assault via clergymen to spice things up. Alright. /s What the hell is this?

This ending is fucking bonkers

Omg Zen’s robotic reply made me lose my shit. First time I’ve laughed because of this ending.

Poor Vanderwood. He sounded excited to have a line.

Sooo... the ending has just been a mock of how a Rika route would have gone if she had one?

Wait this was all just MC’s dream?! Rika’s dream?

& now Rika is in a coma?!? What? What???!! I’m... tired.

You know what, at least Saeyoung & Saeran are back together. Silver lining. The only silver lining to this madness.

Yoosung got a whole new look again. I’ll admit, for a hot second I thought he had become a cult leader & I was worried.

Sooo... the RFA became some sort of support group for Rika’s victims?????

Jumin doesn’t want to be a part of the meetings because he doesn’t particularly subscribe to their efficiency. Zen just doesn’t want to be involved because he doesn’t want the reminder. Jihyun basically just didn’t show up. So is this to mean the RFA has fallen apart entirely? Rename the group, change your ideals, be more open with each other, & formulate new ways to create charity events/fundraisers. Find a new purpose together! PULL. YOURSELVES. TOGETHER.

Ugh. Ugggghhhhhhh.

So, I’ve sat on this for a little under 24 hours. I let it sink in, in hopes that I could make better sense of it. But honestly, I don’t feel like I have. I feel perhaps this after end should have been listed in a separate section like the secret endings. These episodes certainly read more like a secret ending.

Rather than call this “V’s After End” I think it would make more sense to have called this “V’s Route After End” (or even “Rika’s After End”). This ending felt more like a means of giving closure to the route itself, rather than an acknowledgement of Jihyun’s relationship with MC. We were shown Saeran was alive, we were given Saeyoung & Saeran reunited with one another finally, we got answers as to what happened with Rika & how she ended up in Alaska, we found out why Jihyun was really away for two years, we had Saeyoung & Saeran stepping out from the hunting shadow of their father. Questions were answered, resolutions of sorts were given.

When I think of “after end” I’ll admit, I assumed we would be given a short snippet of story revolving primarily around Jihyun & MC post-good end, like we had for the other characters; not this dramatic saga between the end of the route & before Jihyun returns two years later.

Jihyun’s route revolved around him understanding his relationship with Rika & then distancing himself from that & trying to find himself. His route felt like it had more Jihyun x Rika content than it did Jihyun x MC content. This After End there was hardly any Jihyun x MC content as he was gone essentially the entire time. He really Noped Out of his own After End; I’m still a bit shocked I paid so many hourglasses for V content.... only to not be given V content. I admit, I feel foolish & cheated, somehow. I went in hoping for more content about a character I was interested in, only to be given this dramatic story revolving around a character I don’t particularly care for.

I’m disappointed that there is a Forgive or Judge aspect to this ending.

In the Forgive path/end, the blame of Rika’s crimes & actions is pinned on Rika’s mental illness, choice individuals swaying her into taking particular actions ( “embrace your devil” ), and various circumstances she’s had to endure & live through. By introducing this new character (Mika?), are we meant to blame her instead of Rika? Is she a scapegoat since the idea was originally hers & not Rika’s, even though Rika was the one that enacted everything? On top of this, Yoosung is shown to be reading a psychology book & also comes to the conclusion that what Rika has done isn’t really her fault, but the fault of her circumstances. All of this feels like we were being ushered into forgiving Rika and feeling guilty if we don’t. Provided you do choose to forgive Rika, she finds her own inner happiness, becomes “her own sun”, and goes off to live her life in Alaska; no consequences aside from distance (physical & emotionally) from her once friends/family & developing a negative public appeal. This forgive path directly ties in with Jihyun’s good end, implying it’s the better (intended?) ending. That doesn’t sit well with me. MC shouldn’t have to forgive their captor & tormentor in order to achieve their own “good” end.

In the Judge path/end, the other characters often show hesitancy when MC expresses she will never be able to forgive Rika. There are philosophical chats about what is actually good vs bad, what is just, & who is to decide these sort of standards. We are led to question if holding on to a grudge hurts ourselves or the other party more. And in the end, when we choose to judge Rika, the RFA falls apart; everyone is miserable. Again, the reader is left feeling as if their judgement was too harsh, too cruel, or uncalled for as the consequences of it have seeped out & negatively touched other people. Rika falls into a coma – doesn’t go off to live her life in Alaska, doesn’t find her own inner peace – & this is all because she was blamed or shunned for her actions, as opposed to being forgiven. Why does everyone’s happiness depend on MC forgiving her captor? It all left a sour taste in my mouth.

I understand the discussion of what is truly good vs bad or what is meant to be just & unjust can go fairly deep, but I feel that discussion applies only to circumstances that are in a grey area. What Rika did (attempted murder, abuse, emotional & physical manipulation, drugging/brainwashing) is clear cut wrong. There is no question that these are bad decisions. It should not be up for debate whether these sorts of actions are “good or bad.” While I do not deny that Rika’s past (whatever it fully may be as I have not read her backstory DLC) has attributed to her behaviors, it does not excuse them. I believe that mental illness does not excuse someone’s actions.

These are two very extreme endings - either Rika gets off free from her actions or she becomes comatose & succumbs to a darkness. Why have these drastic differences when you can merge the two; have Rika go through treatment to help her, serve a punishment that is fitting of her crimes, help her grow & understand, then have forgiveness come later? There were several options within gameplay along the lines of “I hope one day I can forgive her” & “I hope she finds her peace.” I see nothing wrong with not having MC forgive Rika but still wish for progress to be made.

Everyone was happier in the end where you forgave Rika, though. And isn’t that what everyone wanted in the end?

Overall, I didn’t mind Yoosung & Zen portraying the voices that provide the philosophical discussions in the routes and this After End. In fact, I enjoyed the chats with them as I tend to find philosophical discussions thought provoking, even if I do not always agree with what these characters were expressing. While MM is marketed as a visual novel romance, it has never shied away from delving into deeper topics & oftentimes tries to provide a lesson. Perhaps this time, the lesson they hoped to get across, didn’t hit the mark with me.

Yoosung’s emotions were very extreme in this After End. I have come to expect Yoosung being very up front, unapologetic, & pushy with his feelings. In a game where so many characters are often keeping secrets, it’s almost refreshing to have a character that is so viscerally open. Personally, I found it interesting that Yoosung’s feeling towards Rika had flipped so drastically. It was almost as if he was now trying to overcompensate for his previous idolization of her.

I’m still of the opinion that the world does not deserve Jumin Han. Through his own pain & suffering, through dealing with the disappearance of his dearest friend, through having to come to terms with the fact that a woman he once considered a close friend turned out to be someone so villainous, he has stepped up & even at one point risked his own company, reputation, & livelihood to protect someone he now considered family. He used his time & resources to help as much as he could. He sat & genuinely listened to Saeyoung & calmly gave input despite Saeyoung verbally lashing out at him. I’ll admit I hated that Jumin seemingly became an alcoholic, or at least heavily dependent on wine, during the stretch of time these After Ends covered. He was suffering, but because he needed to keep his shit together, he used liquor as his means of turning off his brain so he wouldn’t think too heavily about what was happening, otherwise he’d spiral. You can bet your ass that every time there was an option to choose “How is Jumin doing?” I took it, because this man needs someone to look out for him while he’s busy looking after everyone else. I love him. He remains my favorite.

I am thrilled Saeran is alive. I am ecstatic Saeyoung & Saeran got the reunion I had been hoping for (& in both endings!). The doctor part of me really wishes his treatment & recovery occurred in a hospital, instead of some nature tour with Jihyun while wearing Jedi robes, but beggars can’t be choosers in fiction, I suppose. I am glad Saeran is safe, recovering, had the time to heal his relationship with Jihyun, & is living with Saeyoung now. It’s what I wanted for him.

On one hand, I can see why Jihyun kept Saeran being alive a secret (Saeran wasn’t ready to see Saeyoung yet, he was detoxing, he needed more recovery time, he needed the peace away from everything, if Saeyoung knew he would have gone after them immediately rather than wait for some time to pass) but on the other hand, I had had enough of the secrets. I am glad though that the story allowed for Saeyoung to have some hope that Saeran was alive. If the narrative had left no suggestion of hope & Saeyoung had fallen into a depression of sorts, then I feel when Saeran was finally revealed he [Saeyoung] may have not handled it as well. But Saeyoung was given a chance to hope, to grow, to finally relax/settle where he was, & was allowed time himself to recover from everything that happened, which I think helped in how he received Saeran’s reappearance.

Definitive proof that Vanderwood has grown to care about Saeyoung as a person?! Sign me the fuck up. That was amazing. I greatly enjoy Vanderwood.

With Saeyoung, I did enjoy seeing his range of emotion & reactions to this entire ordeal. He was desvasted, broken, distraught, angry. My heart went out to him & I felt his pain. His monologues were great. His reactions felt real. It was a bit jarring to see how readily he was contemplating suicide & how quickly he cast that aside as soon as some other bit of info to cling to came along. I understand, though, that this story took place in a short amount of time & the creators were trying to portray his progression in the time they had. I am tickled that he was offered a 10 year contract with C&R & that he readily accepted. I have enjoyed seeing him begin to accept that he can plant roots somewhere, open up to those around him, & not fear that he’ll one day have to leave.

I was originally miffed that Jihyun went off for two years on his own, seemingly to get over Rika, making MC wait around, before he could commit himself to MC. Knowing now that those two years were actually spent helping to rehabilitate Saeran in seclusion, I am assuaged. A bit.

I am, however, left feeling as though maybe MC isn’t meant to be with Jihyun. I’ve certainly felt as if there is more push to have Jihyun x Rika remain together as Cheritz still doesn’t give, what I would consider, adequate bonding & development between Jihyun x MC (not that 11 days of story in any of the routes could be described as adequate bonding time, lolol). Majority of Jihyun’s scenes (in his route) are about him reminiscing about his past with Rika, rather than discussions that may cultivation a budding relationship with MC. I like Jihyun, but it feels likes it’s been made intentionally hard to romance him. Maybe it was naive of me to hope we would get cute scenes of Jihyun & MC getting to know one another more, or be shown ways Jihyun made it up to MC for being gone for so long, or even a mini date story, or actually seeing the proposal happen, or even a kiss? But I did hope for all of that, so I can’t pretend I’m not sad we didn’t getting to see it. The romance between Jihyun & MC feels brushed aside, like an afterthought, & I was hoping that this After End would finally put it at the forefront of the story told.

While I don’t like how the situation with Rika was handled in either route, & while this After End was not at all what I was expecting (I just wanted to kiss Jihyun, omg), it wasn’t a total loss for me since the twins are reunited & happy, which I think may have been my biggest wish. The voice acting as phenomenal & I can tell how much time & effort Cheritz put into creating this mammoth, complex & thought-provoking story. I’ll be honest & admit that I am upset I spent so many hourglasses for content that seemed packaged as Jihyun content but turned out to be more about Rika, but nothing can be done about that now.

If I had to pick an ending I preferred, it would definitely be the Forgive End, as there is more happiness for everyone I care about when it concludes. It was nice seeing Jihyun & MC have their little family, even if it was a very brief interaction. Their adoption of a little girl feels like a nod to Rika, of sorts. Perhaps that isn’t what Cheritz intended, & maybe there is no hidden meaning to why they adopted at all, but I am happy to see Jihyun & MC having brought a child into their home to create a family with.

The CGs are beautiful. Is there even a way to unlock the title page Jihyun proposal CG? I didn’t get it in my play-through at all.

I didn’t hate this After End, but I definitely didn’t love it either. I guess it kind of falls in a strange floaty grey middle area for me, somewhat flat. Hopefully many of y’all enjoyed it! I look forward to seeing what they may give us for Saeran’s After End. I have a feeling that may be a wild story too.

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Mitsuhide’s Route Live Blog

Okay, I will probably delete this once I finish his route, but somehow I’d like to share my thoughts on his route with you guys o(*°▽°*)o I will try not to get too specific and you don’t have to mind if you’re not interested, since these are simply my thoughts on the things happening! Though, if anyone has question concerning my remarks (and thus Mitsuhide’s route), please feel free to ask me anything! ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶

Episode 1 So Hideyoshi is some kind of fashion guru now? Hey, who’s vassal is that, trying to kill off Ranmaru?! Somehow, Mitsuhide really has a talent for irritating Hideyoshi... seriously... Protecting a cutie is always proof of a good person. Wow, Mitsuhide that’s... I don’t know if he’s praising MC or making fun of her. Probably both. But I guess he’s worried for her. Oooh, guess who! Who wouldn’t appreciate encountering beautiful people! Especially those who are not out to kill everyone who as much as look at them. Of course, Sasuke shouldn’t be left out. As well as his BFF~ And of course Sasuke has to be the messenger of bad news... Masamune is being his usual self, huh? Uselessly excited about the prospect of war. Okay, the other guys are equally bad. Is that Ieyasu calling MC stupid in a roundabout way? Oh well, but at least Mitsunari is genuinely concerned for her... Mitsuhide, stop reading MC’s mind already lol Awww, Ranmaru, the cutie! He’d be someone I’d instantly befriend~ Uh, I sense some kind of (un)pleasant surprise... This isn’t Mitsunari’s route, so I guess the squad in the rear is certainly not... Told ya... I had the bad feeling way before you MC lol And of course, Mitsuhide has to tell her the things she doesn’t want to her at all... On the other hand... It’s totally plausible that the enemy would go for Nobunaga’s right and left hand... Oh dear... Ooooh, I sense some kind of deep-rooted trauma or something similar! Aaah, I already love that poor trickster to the point of no return! Oh, yeah, that could have been me. I’m not good with blood. And I guess there’s A LOT! That screams betrayal to me, but let’s keep calm and watch... Moreover, hasn’t anyone taught you guys not to trust strange men?! Aww, Mitsuhide is such a good guy~ Oh... ‘Kay... That... THAT surprised me. Really. And it hurts my heart a little. Heck, who am I kidding? A lot, a LOT! Why is everyone always assuming MC’s going to run away? Well... I can’t exactly hold it against them... Hideyoshi not trusting MC is not new, so I wonder why it surprises me to see Mitsuhide not trusting her... I mean, he normally reads her like an open book... Wow, that’s... a LOT! And knowing Mitsuhide, his guidance will turn out pretty spartan. But I guess I’d be happy about his attention... Probably... Maybe...

Episode 2 And we’re back to teasing lol But I guess being taught about the Sengoku era by a Sengoku warlord is not THAT bad, right? Urgh, I take that back. Why a test, Mitsuhide? Seriously? And THEN you’re surprised about her answers? Although, come on, ‘Nobu-tan’ sounds incredibly cute~ Yes, with all that history stuff my head would explode as well. Or maybe implode. Can’t decide. Okay, is it just me or is Mitsuhide surprisingly touchy-feely? That man will be the death of me, I swear! Says he doesn’t trust MC but takes her metaphor seriously! Why does he have to be so cute, dammit?! Nooo, MC, why are you running away?? Of course, he does that to tease her, what else... Yup, telling him he’s mean gives him no damage whatsoever lol Yay, two angels to the rescue~ Yeah, you tell him Ranmaru lol NO! Don’t! Get Mitsunari away from the tea! Thank god Ranmaru is such a good boy~ If this keeps going they can have a party in MC’s room lol Pfft, I KNEW it! Tell me what you want, this is a party! I’m surprised though Hideyoshi wasn’t the first to burst into the room lol Omg, Ieyasu is too precious lol I’d love some spicy pickles, too! So... Mitsuhide is either observing them or he’s displeased right now... Well, Mitsunari is just as surprised as I am... I tell you, Mitsuhide is secretly a ninja! Maybe... Yep, they are like cats and dogs, but they still love each other. Aww, big brother Hideyoshi is the best, really! Go for it, girl! Otherwise, his route would be meaningless lol Se-Self-defense skill...? A-As in... Body contact?? Oh dear... Oh no, don’t evade, please~ Yeah, tell her first! You got my hopes up... Oh? Suddenly I remember this one certain picture from the manga... Wow, he really IS spartan... MC’s level of fear is kinda not in the right order, I think? You can’t fool me, you sly fox, hah! Wow, that was low... A horse several times smarter than MC? Noo, I don’t think so. It’s literally impossible to escape Mitsuhide. Yes, the body contact I was waiting for! Nothing extraordinary, but at this point I’ll take anything lol Well, at least this time there’s no cliff involved in her first time horse riding. Okay, that’s some elementary school level reason for teasing, Mitsuhide... While MC’s fears are apparently in the wrong order, Mitsuhide’s worries are too (he wants us to believe lol) Right now MC is too cute for words. And Mitsuhide the proud (not yet) boyfriend lol Heh, I already knew that! I can already see Hideyoshi freak out when he finds out MC and Mitsuhide have something going on lol Scary, Hideyoshi isn’t joking... Of course he has too many secrets! That’s, like, in his job description. So, Mitsuhide is unexpectedly popular with women?! How did that happen?? But I agree, once you fall for him it’s pretty much impossible to hate him. Not so popular with men, though, I see... Why do I feel like Mitsuhide’s past might hunt him down in this route? I can’t count how often I’ve aww’d at him already... He’s so honest with himself but so absolutely not with everyone else.

Episode 3 Yeah, time flies by if you have fun, Mitsuhide. !? !?!? YES! A definite Yes! OMG, this man will be the death of me! I can’t stress this enough! Oh, Mitsuhide telling her to go straight back home most likely spells danger... The dungeon spells danger, too... Yup, that’s Mitsuhide’s dark side... Oh dear, I see a suspicious fox. So, when exactly does that man sleep? I mean, he has to be busier than Hideyoshi. Mitsuhide... Is that you being honest? Wow, that was quick. Now she even wants to see Mitsuhide when she can’t lol Uff, I think I heard her innocent heart shatter right this instant... O.K. I heard my heart shatter as well. I’m sure someone set him up! I hope so... Aww, MC’s such a sweet girl. Oh, I already wondered when we’ll get one of Sasuke’s trademark visits! Pfft, Sasuke’s reaction to MC hanging out with Mitsuhide... What, as if he hasn’t spread that rumor himself. Who are you kidding, Mitsuhide? You? Embarrassed? Hah! Didn’t expect that, did you? It’s so much fun to see Mitsuhide fail to handle a single almost foolishly trusting, kind and honest girl lol Really, she had him speechless so many times already. Wah, that music got my hopes up. Aaaand then the 3rd episode comes to an end. What a cliffhanger!

Episode 4 Yeah, I knew it. That was too good to be true, haha... Okay, that’s on you, Mitsuhide. Shouldn’t have taught her that lol Awww, okay, that’s enough to compensate me right now~ I’m genuinely confused. Oh, wait a minute. No way~ she can meet Mitsuhide’s pet! (It’s called Chimaki which is... something to eat, by the way lol) I have to say, Mitsuhide has his way with words... They are mostly ambiguous lol I have to ask... Does that fall under cannibalism? ... Can you believe there’s someone equally bad or even worse than Mitsunari in terms of personal maintenance? Eat some food, you goddamn handsome man! He has a point, but still! For all the teasing, at least he’s praising MC when she’s done well. Oh good gracious! I didn’t think Mitsuhide was able to tell a genuine joke! Yeah, I can relate to that. The many mysteries make him so charming lol Aww, honest Mitsuhide is always appreciated~ Yup, his teasing is indeed addictive lol Isn’t it cute how socially awkward Mitsuhide is? Like, he’s so not used to being around people. Oh dear... That screams trouble. In capitals. Ah... I think I see a pattern... Oh, okay. Didn’t see that coming. Funny how he knew exactly where she would go... Yeah, Hideyoshi is not amused. Big scoop? Secret revealed? Seriously? That’s just a different kind of torture... OMG, blushing Mitsuhide is the BEST!!

Episode 5 Tell me what you want, Mitsuhide is a gentleman. Like, deep, DEEP down lol Lap pillow? Lap pillow! Okay, who does he remind me of...? Aww, MC genuinely praising him is so cute. Oh god, Ranmaru lol I think he has a no-monopolization policy lol And now Mitsuhide is making Ranmaru cry, the poor boy. Aww, Ranmaru is such a good friend! Yup, of course Masamune has to be the supporting friend. Figured. Those two are the least amused about that rumor going around, haha... Mom and Dad don’t approve lol Especially Mom. Yeah, can you believe it? I totally can. Does Nobu-tan suspect something? Maybe. Wow, that is way out of my expectations. Hideyoshi not putting Nobu-tan first. Uh-huh, don’t mind him at all, please. Say that before going inside lol The awkward moment when your man knows more about how to properly dress as a woman than you. ....??? Says the liar, sure. Wa-Wa-Wait! Seriously?? Uuuh, Mitsuhide’s new style is really cool! (He’s posing as a traveling performer btw) ...yeah... wife!? MC is going to flip lol “I didn’t tell you?”, yeah, no, because you’re you. I can’t tell if he’s serious already or not.

Episode 6 You could have at least taught her properly lol Okay, with how fast this whole pretend thing was progressing, I expected something else lol Wow, he’s unexpectedly good at flattering. Heh, I already thought it would come to this! Argh, can’t he just decide if he’s serious or not? I sense some big evil... *gasp* I knew it. Ugh, I don’t like that guy. Like, at all. Okay, he’s officially making me uncomfortable. Men like them can just die, seriously. If that had been me, I’d have punched the living daylights out of him and would’ve died a slow and painful death right after that. Aaah, it’s a shame I won’t buy the premium stories (since I’m saving for when it’s released in English) Aww, he was looking for her! It’s such a rare sight to see Mitsuhide so kind and serious. Oh god~ He’s most likely genuinely smiling and she can’t see it~ “All right now. I should pay him back for making my lovely wife cry.” His words, not mine! Now I wonder what happened... I love how Mitsuhide talks to himself pretending he doesn’t lol Okay, now things are getting complicated. That... was fast. Like, how did he do that?! Somehow, I think Mitsuhide would have so much fun being a modern day actor lol Didn’t expect to see them there. Yuki’s cute in every route lol Why is a guy of that rank doing something like that? Most likely in secret? Not that I started liking him, but I’m confused. Oh, now that explains a lot. Confusion lifted. Again!? Come on! ... ... oh. Did I maybe get the love rival wrong the whole time? Oh man, I hope he doesn’t plan to die or anything. I started to like him a lot in Sasuke’s route. ... oh? Oh??? True, that probably IS the biggest historical discovery. Aww, the letter is cute.

Episode 7 I somehow think they will think they succeeded and the evil guy come crawling back up at the end of episode 10... Oh, that’s the fox mask I saw in Shiro-sensei’s illustration! So that’s when it becomes useful, huh? He’s really getting affectionate~ Yuki, that’s what being 500 years apart is about lol I could be wrong but... Is that Mitsuhide slightly trolling people without knowing what that actually is? lol As I said, he’d make a great modern- day actor. !? That had me surprised. Wow... how my eyes just instantly caught the word kiss before everything else lol Usually, I’m not into mean characters (mean= teasing), partly because I’m kinda like that as well, but Mitsuhide’s level of teasing is just right. He never does anything really hurtful and is able to admit if he went too far and apologizes. I really like that. Awww, there they are, his usual clothes. I really liked the costume... He really enjoys all this “As your husband” stuff lol ... he... He’s only joking right? How can he do that to my heart~? MC, joke back! Say okay! YES! Okay, I need a sec to calm down... I think my heart stopped just now. Yeah, it stopped. Wow, I don’t know if I’m happy or disappointed. But I strongly tend to happy. I feel you. Nobody can escape, MC. Ugh, really. Really!!? Why?? This is like Hideyoshi’s route! Who ordered those soldiers!? And what do they think they are doing??? I mean, MC, just knock them out! Mitsuhide taught you some self-defense didn’t he!? I really hope for you guys you don’t believe this bs... Of course Ranmaru would know. But the other’s wouldn’t know he knows. Aaah, so many secrets... Too many secrets. Ooh, Hideyoshi is impressed. I just wondered... maybe threatening him like in Hideyoshi’s route might work... Hideyoshi is impressed 2nd I’m not sure, but does that mean he trusts him? Bless you, Nobu-tan. Uuh, back story for Mitsuhide is always appreciated! That’s not exactly my top spot for a date, but... okay? No way, don’t tell me... Oh good gracious, how can he stay so calm??? I can’t. Seriously. That’s almost too much for my poor heart. I honestly physically can’t endure this. Where’s Hideyoshi when you need him?!? Gosh, is there some equivalent of lawsuit against abuse of power in the Sengoku era?? Oh? Mitsuhide has a weakness and it’s super cute. ... omg, this is intense. And not in a positive sense. Good for him that he’s fine with it. I’m not. Great, Hideyoshi. Your timing sucks, you know? I didn’t expect that. Damn, now it’s up to three villains?!

Episode 8 Relationship status: It’s complicated. Uhm... no? Thank you. Hmm? Awwwwwww~ He. is. SO. precious. Good gracious, can anyone kick these people’s behinds, please? At least that? Really, no other route had so many disturbing side characters... It’s a mystery to me, too. And you were such a good guy, Yoshimoto~ My god, just stab him already or something! I can’t decide if I hate him or pity him. Again, I’m confused. Oh, okay, I think I’m beginning to understand. Ooooh, is that a tryst? I’m joking, of course. Though I wish it was lol Hah, so she finally figured him out, huh? Yeah, that about sums it up. “Hard to understand kindness”. Woah, that’s mean. What do you mean farwell gift?! Amazing. He’s always telling MC she’s too good-natured, but who’d have thought that Mitsuhide was the most good-natured idiot of them all. Aww, my poor baby is getting wet. Oh oh... Masamune, you can’t be serious? You... have a lot of special skills, huh? You ninja-like warlord. Yay, Mitsunari is such a precious angel. I’m sure Ranmaru is trying to confirm something. Pfff, as if he’d leave unprepared. Of course he is. He dropped hints everywhere if you look close ennough. Aww, Chimaki is still there! Uuuh, go on, Kyuubei. Spill us some secrets! Wow, he’s spilling a lot of things. I anticipated something else, but that’s also amazingly cute! I very much hope this has never happened before. Who figured out that info this fast?

And, wow, I can already tell you, I normally go for the romantic ending first, but this route (very much like Kenshin’s) in and of itself is a an entire drama, so I’ll probably get all the drama out of the way in the first playthrough, haha...

Episode 9 This is really becoming a tangled mess. I don’t know who believes in whom anymore. Hideyoshi is really loyal to a fault. Okay lol So Kennyo is now out of the picture or what? Don’t you dare believe that bs, MC! Ugh, of course not! Good job, girl. It’s interesting that Hideyoshi seriously thinks Nobu-tan would take pity on anyone. He’s taking her because she will be useful, what else. Heh, it’s quite funny to see Nobu-tan so secretive. Though I wonder what he said to make Masamune grin from ear to ear lol Ugh, that guy’s so disgusting, really... I even like Kennyo better. Heck, even Motonari is slightly more likeable. Oooh, I can imagine that. ... no way. Omg, did he really work for such a disgusting prick??? Yeah. No. Those two don’t look like they’re falling for that. Okay, I was wrong. Looks like they’re totally buying it. Oh god, there are more?! I can already see Nobu-tan using MC like a human shield lol Ooooh no. Nooo... Don’t tell me that was a careless mistake. Ugh, I knew it. Yeah, what else could he want other than his one little weakness... Uuh, that was a bit harsh, you know? But I do understand. ... That’s a bit mean, to attack his weakness like that... That’s gonna be a shock for him. I’m pretty darn sure. Told ya. Do I sense a kidnapping? Maybe. “Stupid girl.” I think I heard that kind of nickname somewhere before lol Shoul I call him Oliver from now on? Awww~ Yeah, feelings do strange things to you, huh? Who do you think taught her to be like that? I’m not sure how to interpret the letter...

Episode 10 Come to think of it, I haven’t seen Sasuke for the longest time... Um, isn’t Hideyoshi’s Nobu-tan sense tingling? Omg, if you want a demon’s head, then take a look in the mirror! Thanks, at least one of us believes in him without fail. ... I don’t dare to touch my screen to see what happened... I’m SO relieved! Oh god... and what the hell’s with that calm and composed “Sorry, my hand slipped.”!!? Just... how low can that guy sink? Really now? I think I’d have already kicked him or something to shut that guy up. Don’t tell me...? Is that what Nobu-tan... Wha~t! So Nobu-tan had it all planned out as well? (Yeah, sorry. I liked that nickname too much, so he’ll probably now always be Nobu-tan to me.) Uhm, hey, MC? Would you mind, you know, stopping him from probably landing in prison again? Or worse? Wow, he’s lower than low. He already dropped below Earth’s crust. ...??? Oooh, I see. The poor people who’ll have to rebuild the place again. Do I wanna know? No. Will I read further? You bet I do. Why are Sengoku warlords always doing something stupid? Wow... I already predicted that in episode 6... Someone, anyone, smack some sense into that beautiful head of his. It’s not like I can’t understand his reasoning, but this is just. NO. Trust me, I’m just as surprised as you are. Love rival confirmed? I think so. Oh no~ When did he sleep or eat last!?? Curse you, premium story preview! (I want to read it so bad~) Awwww, Hideyoshi still cares so much~ I already knew he’s a smooth talker but... that’s too adorable. He’s almost worse than Ieyasu at being honest. But only almost. This is so like him it’s making me tear up. Seriously. Wow, it’s really hard to read when everything’s blurry haha... But man, you really can’t leave him alone. He’ll go off and do something stupid. I tell you, we all have to love the heck out of this man. Aaah, I missed this. Wow, that surprised me a bit. Bottom line: That man is absolutely, without doubt, too pure for this world! I love how Hideyoshi doesn’t consider the possibility he might be interupting something lol It’s like he’s trying to train a dog... Pffft, Hideyoshi, really? lol That’s almost cute if you weren’t in the way. Mitsuhide is so not amused. He should have tied him to MC. Awwww~ Okay, that’s definitely cute. “The next time you disappear, at least leave a letter.” Hideyoshi, don’t give him strange ideas lol Good food! Bless you, Masamune! lol Masamune is being way too optimistic about the whole thing. Mitsuhide, you’r not Mitsunari, okay? lol I’d die from embarrassment~ I wouldn’t try that if I were you, Masamune. I knew it lol Everyone would react that way. So he’s still going, huh? Aww, Hideyoshi just wants him to come home. He’s implying he’ll kill him a second time? That’s harsh lol I just imagined MC with Mitsuhide’s tone and way of speaking. It’s hilarious lol She’s seen through you, you know? Heh, who wouold’ve thought. But wasn’t that, like... in episode 2? Wow, talk about dedicated. This is so strange. I always hoped he’d share his secrets, but honest Mitsuhide is making me slightly embarrassed lol Everything was REAL~ My heart... I can’t. I think my heart is melting. Ugh, that guy is ruining my good mood~

Episode 11 (Dramatic) I know he fled, but this feels ominous nonetheless. Man, they are all so quick to throw away their lives... Yikes, that’s harsh, Mitsuhide. It’s amazing how he can be kind through being mean or harsh. Sometimes, MItsuhide’s jokes are strange lol Okay, who’s interrupting? Kyuubei~ Why? lol When did he even have time for that?? Awww, Kyuubei gets my personal Best Subordinate award~ I knew he’d come back lol She’s a totally open book to him. Well, at least his priorities are in the correct order lol Now even Mitsuhide is a bit annoyed lol ... A guest? Hmmm??? Guests? Plural! As straightforward as always, our Yuki lol Mitsuhide is not amused... Interesting... But how do they know? Mitsuhide is SO not amused lol He’s so jealous lol Right? That’s what I wanna know, too. I can tell you one thing for certain: The temporary alliances in this route are plain crazy. Heh... So he told him, then that went that way to those two and finally reached Mitsuhide and MC. Wow, what a long way to travel for some tiny information. Caring Mitsuhide must be a pretty confusing sight for those two lol OMG, Yuki is speechless and Sasuke can’t believe his ears lol But, really, I’m almost sure he planned on saying that. Yuki gets second-hand embarrassment lol For a second... I kinda forgot Kyuubei was there, too. Sorry. I KNEW he did that on purpose. Promise? Promise what? ... I didn’t anticipate such an honest letter.

Episode 12 (Dramatic) Okay...? Awww, he’s really thoughtful. Wow, MC really IS his weakness. Those two are too cute together. Uh-oh... If Sasuke is so serious that probably means trouble. So, apparently, Bakamoto is a thing in this route... Well, at least Bakamoto still stays true to his convictions. ... That surprised me. I mean, I still remember what he said earlier... Is that another formerly very unlikely alliance? Yeah, wonder why that is, Bakamoto. Uh, I don’t think Mitsuhide is happy about this conversation. Pfft, I bet this is his cue to interrupt. Knew it lol How he quickly that went from “not closer than necessary” to “100 steps away or more” lol THAT was definitely a declaration of war lol Love rival definitely confirmed. Now, it’s either kidnapping or assassination attempt. Why is that guy so gross??? Aww, good job, Kyuubei! And Bakamoto, please stop sulking! ... I... Have a very bad feeling. That’s... I can’t find the words. It’s... almost more heart-shattering than the similar situation in Kenshin’s route... OMG, Cybird is trying to kill me. Like, emotionally. I’m terrified to red the next parts. Guys and girls, please have a huge box of tissues ready when reading episode 12 part 6 to 10 (dramatic)!!!! Oh God, even before starting this half, my heart is beating like crazy. No, no no no, I can already tell what he'll try to do. I knew it! ARGH. Damn, where are my tissues? God, zhis is too much for my poor heart. Wait, you aren’t— Seriously?? Omg, I love this MC! As if we can leave like this! But that’s exactly why you’r MItsuhide’s pair, heh. And now I finally get the whole meaning of the preview for the dramatic route.

Episode 13 (Dramatic) They’re really nervous, huh? Ninja surprise! I expected that reaction lol Though I don’t get why they look so happy about his statement... Good job, you two! No doubt there, Mitsuhide is an exceptionally good marksman. Yuki, I don’t know if you’re dissing or praising him... Ugh, I can’t stand that guy anymore. Compared to him, Kennyo looks like a cute little kitten. Those two pull off the most amazing shit I’ve ever seen. With the most funny remarks ever possible. Honestly lol Wow, that guy is also popping up everywhere, huh? Well, we could just leave it to Bakamoto. You can’t say he doesn’t pay back those he owes. How can I hate a 2D character so much? Seriously. Every time this guy shows up I wanna punch him so bad. ... I wouldn’t make him mad if I were you, bastard. Nnnh, I know you can’t, but just stab him already! Come again...? Did he just suggest what I think he did? Nooo~ No Mitsuhide, you don’t! ??? Secret ninja around? Ooooh! No, that’s even better! Serves you right, you rotten bastard! That’s what was meant with controlling posion with poison! And who’d have thought, of course that dickhead has the antidote. You have some nerve, trying to trick the world’s greatest trickster. I should have known Mitsuhide already knew. Heh, I didn’t anticipate this. That’s almost mean, but let’s be honest, that jerk deserves it. Aww, Bakamoto is such a good guy. He wouldn’t needlessly kill anyone. And that’s as funny as it is harsh. Yay~ he made it in time! Aww, they are already leaving? Of course, Yuki doesn’t place value on Mitsuhide being there lol Yup, that’s our favorite tsun. For Yuki, idiot is an affectionate nickname lol And even Bakamoto realizes it now lol Wait wait wait. WHAT?! Noooo~ Seriously?! I think that’s the first time this happened in ANY route!!? I feel you MC. I’d be so startled. But awwww, she’s such a good girl. Oh? Oh!! Mitsuhide is the best! So they’re staying there for a bit? Well, it’s understandable. ... Are you kidding me? lol Well, at least he’s being responsible... Yeah, I can’t live without him as well lol Oooh, okay, so they’re making a quick detour before coming back. On Nobu-tan’s orders, I see. Phew, I was a bit worried about that, tbh. Mitsuhide disguising his affection as jokes/teasing is never getting old lol Oh wow. He’s like... super popular? Or more like... super loved? And if this were modern times he’d definitely share his declaration of MC being his girl on every single social network possible lol Awww, that’s cute. Pfffft, Hideyoshi! Really? lol Kyuubei, you little snitch. Heh, who am I kidding? We love you for that! And so, another one of Mitsuhide’s mysteries is solved. Well, at least for MC, since she’s probably only the second person who knows this. ... uhm, what? Why are you doubting yourself!? Bad taste? Seriously?? You trick her constantly and NOW you claim that could be a problem? Mitsuhide, please. Yay~ Sexy timez~ Oh my, that was dropped like a bomb. But I’m happy about it~ Holy... This might be just me, but that illustration has to be illegal!!! I also have no words, trust me.

Episode 11 (Romantic) Yeah, as if it would be that easy. Oooh, that’s nice, though! Awww, we all know what you wanna say with that, hehe. ... Excuse me, but... WTF??? Okay. Maybe Mitsuhide has lost his mind after everything that happened... Once again I have to acknowledge the hellish ability of his to use words with lotsa meanings... Now, that’s what I’m also curious about now. Don’t like to agree with him, but... – yes, he’s crazy. ... It’s not strange that I’m not trusting this guy, is it? Damn... He’s saying some irritatingly true things. Yikes... If Mitsuhide is oozing killing intent you can bet he’s being 1000% serious...

(Updating when I’m done with episode 11 romantic route second half (￣▽￣*)ゞ)

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Red Dead Redemption 2 PC

Red Dead Redemption2 PC

The old west feels brand new again.

Oh Jesus Christ, what have you done? “Thomaschen 978 wants to know why a dozen carcasses and a couple of horse corpses are placed on rail tracks bordering the early industrial city and are the New Orleans stand-in St. Denis.” You killed half. village.” PC Games For Free

We are on round two of the recurring corpse pile. My poses got the idea to jump in front of the train after a few rounds of Lose Your Friends and Toss Them in the Sea in the Couple Friendly Strangers. Like GTA 5, Red Dead Redemption 2 has its own bowling minima, we explain to Chen in a roundabout way that provokes his fear. Die in the shared open world of Red Dead Redemption 2 and you’ll react fast enough to move your corpse around. Best RPGs games pc

The boy is in line with us. We should make it bigger. As the train comes around again, another pose tries to take us out. The chain defends us but does not bring it back to the tracks. He goes away screaming. Death of a true warrior.

Red Dead Redemption 2 could be the biggest, most humble videogame ball pit for an annoying story about impulsive children, the forced disintegration of the community, or simply a quiet and reflective hiking simulator. It’s just about what you need it to be, and it’s good at it.

Just hours before the corpse-bowling, I was alone through the icy forests, stepping into the long shadow cast across the snow by the rising moon. I heard a gunshot from a distance. The tracks of some wolves marked snow in the same direction. I saw them who won. Anytime I pay attention and look closely, RDR2 is the result of my curiosity. Best Racing games on pc

The mind-numbing expanse that makes up the vast world of RDR2 speaks to the creative force of a development team with an intense, obsessive dedication to realism (and all the money and time needed to do so). Like how my friends’ characters flare up when I fire a gun at them, how animal carcasses disintegrate over time, how NPCs react according to a sloppy or bloody outfit, how to stir through a doorway. Scares everyone everywhere.

It is hard to believe that RDR2 is so deep and wide and is also a harmonious, playable thing. I was already playing it for days worth the console version. This is why I am particularly disappointed that it ended up on the PC to some extent.

For every non-taught multiplayer adventure, disconnect or crash on the desktop, desktop. The rock star’s best storyline and character so far has been filmed through Frame Hutches’ slideshow and addressed over the launch weekend.

RDR2, one of the best Western games and one of the best open-world games I have ever released with enough stability issues, is recommended for the hard way until everything is completely smooth.

Morgan trail

EVERY PRETTY VISTA IS SOMETHING TO LOSE THROUGH ARTHUR’S EYES.

The story genre of Red Dead Redemption 2 follows the dying days of the Wild West. The sprawling industrial world faced the bandits and social downtrodden of Arthur Morgan’s small band, an imperfect but loyal, loving and self-reliant community.

Capitalism is reducing its value as resources to humans. Indigenous USA America is driven from the plains to make way for ‘civilization’ and commerce. The forests are brought down for timber, the hills are cut down for coal, and Morgan’s chosen family is caught in the middle, forced to flee, assimilate, or respond with violent protests is done. They do all three.

This is Rockstar’s most serious drama, and it’s really, really long. If you are running, the story ends after 40 to 50 hours and then continues for 10 to 15. The main story missions of Red Dead 2 feature distinctly rockstar fare: ride to a destination that is talking to everyone, tightly scripting though, entertaining things, riding, and chatting to the final destination.

Missions are often thrilling action sequences or artificially mundane pictures of wrench labor and trade, full of long-winded Bespoke animations, and outstanding performances. They are only hopelessly harsh, to the point where it feels like I am following the stage directions rather than playing the role of a vagabond in the Old West.

Step out of line in these campaigns and this is a failed situation. As opposed to Red Dead Online, there are very few of them that encourage players to think for themselves, each designed to advance the story. The RDR2 show is at least a spectacle of the slow pace of life in the Old West.

This is not the death and theatricality of a lifetime; My favorite missions include shoveling, drinking wine with a friend, proposing an old romance and riding a hot air balloon. Working through a greater rut, stricter tasks are considered meaningful in the end anyway, inspired by extraordinary, ambient world-building and characterization.

Side missions, minigames, small activities, and random world events — whether they hunt great guns, capture a play, or stumble upon a woman trapped under a horse — all set Arthur’s character and setting in subtle, rich ways. Please inform.

Nested in the third act of a fully animated and voice theatrical performance, something like 10 minutes, it is possible that the response button is pressed after an artist has included a telephone. Arthur would shout, “Hell with the telephone!” It is an optional activity, a long one, and an option is to react in that short window. I think most players will remember this, but this is Canad Response 1 through 3 because this is something Arthur would say, a rageless goofy set his way in the right way.

He would write complete, real diary entries about the 50-hour campaign, sketching memorable scenes and depicting the state of affairs of his chosen family, which people once knew changed their fortunes between hope and despair. It is meant to be a completely alternative reading, but a refreshingly intimate take on a masculine figure that unsettles many doubts and hopes as to the next person.

He sings himself on a lonely ride and lowers his old body in the mirror. He will have an exciting conversation with the horseshoe woman as he gives her a ride into town, both commenting on the troubles of working for wealthy, ungrateful men as a growing necessity. I feel it all. Best horror games on pc free

Hillbillies can capture him after making the camp, a couple may try to rob him after inviting him to dinner, a man with snakebite can come out of the forest by stumbling and tell him to suck venom is. These haphazard encounters portray brutal life on the fading frontier, as nature pushes back against inner poppers who want to change it. Arthur is the perfect vessel to see it

This is because Arthur Morgan is one of the darkest human characters I have played during a great turning point in American history, playing a playful, cruel and compassionate role according to differing theories.

The game world, beautiful as it is, is made more beautiful and tragic by how it is ready to play it on every occasion. Every beautiful vista has something to lose through Arthur’s eyes, power lines and train tracks, cut through the skies, and the rest of his life is slowly filling with factory smoke. Just about everyone sees a sad end in RDR2, too. This is a story that I might not sustain every moment, but I will not forget its brutal arc or the man in the middle of it all. God damn is it sad? An apocalypse that led to this.

Ren Der Reflection

Assuming that you are able to run it at high settings, the biggest strength of RDR2 is how it exquisitely renders the Old West setting on PC, drawing more attention to the nuanced details that make it. This is one of the best looking games I’ve seen and a rare experience that justifies a new GPU or CPU.

Better draw distance and a greater range of vegetation detail were added, making some vistas look photographic. Long shadows vary from walking or roaming between places to rides, to cute nature tours. Due to animal attacks, bullet holes, rain, mud, or rapid flow of blood, the markings on the clothes are caused by very high-resolution textures, which tell a very little story about your friends.

A new photo mode makes it easy to share those moments of amazement. The way the player rides on RDR2 for just sightseeing and sounds is an important feature. I am desperately trying to get an artistic portrait of my horse’s silhouette to sit against the moon, yet another self-proclaimed goal was tolerated by this ridiculously large complex game.

With 2080, i9-9900K and 32GB of RAM, I can run RDR2 mostly on ultra settings with some resource-intensive settings completely off or switched off. But some hardware combinations are proving troublesome for RDR2, leading to random crashes in some APIs and, more recently, to a hotfix, leading to hitching problems for some 4-core CPUs.

During the first weekend, I couldn’t spend more than an hour without crashing on the desktop, though Vulcan switched from DX12 (which gives me better framerates) back to static stuff. Sometimes the UI malfunctions and I cannot select a select or purchase option, the map fails to appear, or I get paged unexpectedly from game servers.

The graphics settings are almost too much as well, and probably confusing. In our test, only a handful of settings affected performance by more than 1-2 percent. Large residuals, the mapping between MSAA, volumetric lighting, and parallax occlusion, affect performance by 5 to 25 percent. Most of them don’t make a big visual difference anyway and are best left out.

The way the settings are presented is made to feel underdeveloped: a huge list with unclear presets that require tinkering to make RDR2 run in a satisfactory framerate. It is hard. The PC should be the best place to play, not the best place to play, after all, after a few patches. It’s a shame for a game to look good. upcoming pc games

Cowboy poetry Red Dead Redemption 2 PC

Like in singleplayer mode, in Red Dead Online I can make my goals reasonable and watch them. The problem is, it is basically hamstrung by a frustrating multiplayer leveling system that locks basic equipment and cosmetics behind long XP requirements that can meet hours, perhaps days,

The option is spending gold, premium currency, items and clothing to unlock them immediately. A fishing pole is not available until level 14. A damn fishing pole in an outdoor recreation game. This is not spectacular and is a terrible way to invest players.

out a basic suite of tools (fishing rod, bow, varmint rifle, nice hat, etc.), Red Dead Online opened up widely. I have largely ignored traditional matchmaking modes such as gunfights and horse races, cheap thrills, I will play much better versions in different games, to have fun. It led to the most inventive, serene, real, and sometimes buzzing echo I’ve ever had.

I once walked into the middle of a fire in Blackwater and took the player corpses one by one to the church cemetery. Some were captured and participated in the ‘burial’ of their friends. A corpse thanked me for the gesture. Later, in an extended streak of criminal activity, my pose and I caught another player and instead of killing them on the spot, we rode into the swamp and threw them into the garter infected waters. I got the idea to act like a friend. Best pc games 2017

On a less absurd note, I set myself a constant goal of earning strictly enough money from hunting to buy cool-weather gear and a fine rifle. I am going to hike in the mountains and find the best way to hide there, a wild mountain man adorned with animal skins, which almost touches the floor.

In the meantime, I’m stopping gunmen across the city by running through the streets and calling for a parley. I am participating in an eight-player ballroom. I am living the life of a normal cowboy in the best shepherd game. I hope it clears up soon.

RDR2 PC System Requirements

OS : Windows 7 SP1 64bit

Graphics Nvidia GeForce GTX 770 2GB / AMD Radeon R9 280

Processor: Intel Core i5-2500K / AMD FX-6300

Memory: 8 GB RAM

DirectX: Version 11 Or 12 Support

Storage: 150 GB

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