#like they owe each other to be friends again just bc they were as kids. ive experienced that a lot and all it did was make me feel guilty

[puppyeared]

i feel shy talking here when i dont have anything worth sharing but i cant help feeling like ive said things in the tags that could be brought up in court

#im joking #i think i just get embarrassed saying smth that most ppl can see out in the open. its like when prey animals are grazing in a pasture #and then they hear a twig snap yk. im like that. but talking in the tags is more comfortable because it just feels more.. hidden?? quiet??? #its kind of like how i prefer responding thru asks than DMs.. idk if it has something to do with space or less pressure #i also use these as an excuse to ramble a little abt recent events so. ive worked a little bit on shuffle and prestos backstories ^_^ #i was thinking abt giving them a shared past where they knew each other as kids and forgot but i also though hmm.. idk if it would drive th #story i want bc i think itd be better if they bonded over similar experiences instead of the fact that they knew each other before. i get #that reconnecting and reconciling your idea of someone now and then is a good concept but id have to think abt it.. i dont want it to feel #like they owe each other to be friends again just bc they were as kids. ive experienced that a lot and all it did was make me feel guilty #so i think id want to write it as u can be friends with someone who had similar experiences and make u wish you knew each other then #i also know theyd hate each other but idk HOW. i suck at writing conflict so idk if theyd try to make each other eat glass and why #idk if itll ever come up but id also like to see if theres a way i could rationalize why they have animal ears.. normally i say aliens #but ive had an idea for a species and background for that too. although its very abstract and it probably has a lot of holes #smth abt peoples souls attaching themselves to smth they identify with.. although i dont know to what extent like if it can #be called a sona or if it can even be smth mythical like a unicorn or god itself.. its very weird rn #yapping #oc talk

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Popping up in your askbox for the second time today oh boy- I really hope you don't mind me requesting again aaahhhh feel free to pick and choose one if you wish, no pressure at all! 🎔 Alright, this is actually not a romantic request but general hcs for the band! I'd love to see your take on how the band would be around their fifth member that is pretty much the most shameless and open person out there. The reader's not afraid to make snarky remarks on stage and interviews, will make a fool of themselves if needed, will wander around in undies like "one of the boys" (I hate that phrase but idk how else to explain it, I have to pull out my english is my second language card). Basically a chaotic free spirit of a person! Prefferably female reader but you can make it neutral too ^^

Have a great night Lana! ♡

(Jello! I love this idea and this is sorta me in my DR also! Sorry if this took a long time to put out, enjoy and have a wonderful night!)

Chaotic And Carefree Reader

Bill Kaulitz

He is most likely surprised on how open you are

And shameless

He thinks you are just like Tom

So it's no wonder you guys have all been friends since you were kids

He is happy you find it very comfortable with him

You often steal his shorts and wander around in a bra

He's so used to it he doesn't blink twice

Will ask you sometimes if you're okay with him being around you while you're not wearing a lot

Is surprised you don't give a shit but just shrugs it off

You're like his sister that clung onto his back so he doesn't mind

He finds your behavior in interviews so funny

You just pop outta nowhere with the craziest shit

Is collapsing into your side and giggling into your shoulder at your comments

He asks a lot why you say just whatever and you responded like it was nothing

He fears a scandal and doesn't say too much in interviews so he is slightly worried when you just put everything out there

Finds it quite normal on how open you could be about anything

From relationships, too hookups, to compliment's, insults, everything and anything

He's laughing as he tells you to stop insulting people in interviews but is laughing so hard he can't breath

The type you have to double over and take a minute

His laughs go silent

You have saved his ass quite a few times by making a fool outta yourself

You don't mind though but he feels as if he owes you

So get him to pay up or steal his shit because when he owes you he will let you get away with murder

You don't fear a lot of shit and just are you and he admires that

Will let you go about your style, laugh while you snark interviewers and disrespectful fans

When he needs someone to insult someone or just to make a snarky comment he calls you on what to say

Tom Kaulitz

He's still the playful asshole he is

So as you walk around in just a bra and underwear, not giving a shit, he doesn't blink twice

He will throw a flirty comment just for the hell of it and seeing you flip him off

You guys just have a game on who can piss each other off

But he truly doesn't mind when you hang out with him just in shorts and a bra like nothing

Some people have put you two in a dating scandal and you guys laugh at it so many times while just saying you're comfortable being like that around him

He doesn't mind it, neither do you so you guys don't get the issue

But tbh you guys found it funny to trick press with a dating scandal bc they started but whatever

He often times forgets you're not his sibling

It's most of the times when you guys are beating each other up and someone breaks it up saying

"Tom, you can't hit her! She's a girl!"

He doesn't give a shit and will fight them and you just to show them just because you're a girl, does not mean you can't fight

You and Tom probably tag team the person for doubting you

Tom and you don't use the phrase "one of the boys" rarely, if ever because you're truly best friends who are comfortable

He and you are assholes when making snarky comments

You guys are just alike that people need to be careful on what they say because you can make a joke or comment out of everything

You and Tom can't stop, it physically pains you both so much

He eggs you on when you make comments on stage or in interviews

He even joins in and you both can make someone cry, not that you mean to

He legit has to beg you to get him out of a situation by making a fool of yourself

You don't care what people think and would do it for free but you just wanna see him suffer

Georg Listing

Georg does not give a shit what you wear around him

Also doesn't blink twice when you walk in exposed in barely anything

He just says hi and goes about his day

You guys make up snarky comments to add to your collection like the assholes you guys are

Arguments between you two get so back but you somehow end up being best friends again the next hour

You have a confusing, funny and asshole-y relationship

You guys are the duo to be absolutely ruthless to each other

You say what's on his mind every single time you open his mouth

Will elbow you but is secretly laughing behind his hand

Loves seeing the faces people make out of surprise at your comments

He is also egging you on so much

He just enjoys the show you put on entirely

You say everything and anything and he just shrugs and goes along with it

You could say something horrid and he's like

"Damn. Why's that kinda true though?"

You act so open, shameless and comfortable around him he also often forgets you are not his sibling, much less a guy

He finds it weird to see you act like a actual woman

"Who the fuck are you and where's (Name)?"

"It's me, Georg."

"No, it's not. (Name) dresses like a homeless person, you have more than a shirt on. Can't fool me."

Don't try him because he will actually have a whole ass wrestling match with you

You guys are throwing punches, kicking, the whole nine yards over some bullshit

Gustav Schäfer

You say what's on his mind every single day of your life

He whispers you what to say when he can't and just laughs when you do

Gives you at least a shirt to put on when you wander around in underwear

He's comfortable around you but he doesn't want some creep that sneaks around to see or get pictures of you like that

You guys make fun of people so much that Gustav and you can't help but make comments

You guys look like the kind duo but are actually ruthless

He loves that you don't care what people think about you when you say shit

He admires that and is always supporting you when you do

You're very chaktic but he's there for the ride

Doesn't hold you back from your comments and is just standing there and agreeing with you

Gets you the dirt on people to use in your insults 100%

You guys are my favorite duo I gotta say

Laughs when you make a fool outta yourself on purpose

He doesn't have you save him by making a fool out of yourself

He also doesn't care what people think

He also says comments and is shameless about speaking his mind

He has strong emotions and does not conceal them and will say whatever with you

You guys can go on a whole rant for hours about insults and the person your insulting is just staring at you guys

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel imagine #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz imagines #bill kualitz x reader #bill kaulitz x reader #kaulitz twins #tom kaulitz imagines #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel georg #gustav tokio hotel #gustav schäfer x reader #gustav schäfer #gustav schafer #georg listing x reader #georg listing

[juyeonszn]

CLOSE TO ME, I’M CLOSE TO YOU

PAIRING lee hyunjae x f!reader

WORD COUNT 1.46k

GENRES literally just fluff

WARNINGS no 18+ warning this time 🙀, despite it being KIND OF suggestive at one point, it really isn’t anything that constitutes a warning, brother’s best friend trope, (fr)enemies to lovers trope, good ol’ fashioned sneaking around, mild swearing, tbh this is really cute and like i wanna throw up bc when is it my turn </3

SUMMARY despite keeping your relationship restricted to the confines of these four walls, you would always be his.

MORE LOLLL IM INSANE I KNOW U CAN ALL THROW TOMATOES AT ME 😍😍🙏i literally wrote this in 2 hours call me william shakespeare :P um anyway here u go anon! here’s your request from my 100 followers event <3 prompts used are: 1, 15 🙌

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs

“What’s the purpose of that top if it barely covers anything?”

You glance over at Hyunjae with a scowl, crossing your arms over your chest. “First of all, who the hell are you to judge what I’m wearing? Second of all, why are you looking?”

“Okay, gross, I would never look at you like that. You’re a child.” He gags, his lips curling downward into a grimace. You roll your eyes.

“And you’re old. Find a new comeback, Jaehyun.”

“Here they go again. And with the government name, too, that’s crazy.” Juyeon snorts from his spot on the floor. Eric bursts into an unnecessary amount of laughter, slapping his shoulder aggressively. The older male winces, muttering a small ‘Ow’.

Sangyeon sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose and pausing the movie that you were currently watching. He deadpans at the two of you. “Do I really have to play referee right now? In the middle of movie night?”

You both send puppy dog eyes and big smiles his way, because no matter how fun it was going at each other’s throats, it was never worth the scolding from your older brother. Sometimes you feared his wrath more than your own parents, and that’s considering the fact that you were a grown adult. He gives you a warning look before resuming the film.

The funny thing about being four years younger than your brother was the way you shared a friend group. Upon entering university, you befriended two rambunctious boys who happened to be on the baseball team with Sangyeon. Thankfully, you’d been close your whole life, so it wasn’t too big a deal when you all started hanging out. It was kind of convenient since you lived in the same house.

As the movie continues, you glance over at Hyunjae, whose chin is resting on his palm. God, his stupid face pissed you off so easily. Just looking at it riled you up unprovoked. He was lucky he was best friends with your brother (and also all of your friends), or else you might’ve killed him at this point. To be completely honest, there were a couple times you almost did.

Towards the end of the night, everyone started settling down and getting ready to go to bed. A couple of the guys usually slept in the living room, there were a couple in the guest room, and then whoever else was left crashed in your brother’s room with a futon or air mattress. Being the only girl had its special perks— i.e., you got to have your bedroom all to yourself.

It’s about an hour and a half after you’ve parted ways with the boys that you hear the familiar creak of your door opening. A warm body sneaks under the covers behind you, wrapping their arms around your torso and pressing their lips to the shell of your ear.

“I’ve missed you so much.”

“Took you long enough, Lee Jaehyun,” you murmur, side eyeing him while you shut your phone off and place it on your nightstand. “I almost fell asleep.”

“Stop calling me that,” he pouts, groaning into the crook of your neck when you giggle at his childish behavior. “You sound like my mom getting mad at me when I was a kid.”

Okay; silly story time. Hyunjae and yourself truly started off hating each other. He was a pretentious know-it-all and he despised being wrong. He always had to get the last word and he argued with you like his life depended on it. To you, he was your older brother’s insufferable best friend and you wanted nothing more than to strangle the living daylights out of him.

His first impression of you wasn’t that much different. He thought you were an over-confident spoiled brat who had zero filter. You enjoyed picking fights with him just because you knew it irritated him like nothing else. To him, you were his best friend’s annoying younger sister and he wanted to put a muzzle on you so he could shut you up for once.

The pair of you were like fire and gasoline, a deadly combination that the universe made a mistake putting together. Your friends were amused by your constant bickering, but it drove your brother insane.

One day, in an attempt to get you to bond, Sangyeon had sent Hyunjae to pick you up from a friend’s apartment after working on a project. The entire car ride was filled with insults left and right, neither of you paying attention to the angry grey cloud in the sky above you. Before you knew it, it was pouring down so hard that Hyunjae could hardly see through the windshield.

He pulled over into an empty lot to wait it out, but even that storm wasn’t enough to quell the rage warring in both of you. Your fight started back up, this time more heated than the previous.

You liked to think you weren’t a woman of many flaws. However, you proved yourself incorrect this go around. Your single flaw was your inability to bite your tongue and keep your thoughts to yourself. So, when Hyunjae told you to ‘Shut the Fuck Up’, your response wasn’t what it should’ve been.

Instead you said; “Make me.”

And well, make you he did.

He kissed you with such force, the back of your head almost collided with the car window. You pulled away from each other to process exactly what had just transpired, realizing that all this detestation, all this animosity and rival shit had just been poorly disguised lust. All that tension was because you loathed the other and wanted them to die a slow painful death, it was because you wanted to go at it like jackrabbits.

After another few minutes of making out and waiting for the rain to subside, you both noticed that it wasn’t stopping anytime soon. Hyunjae licked his lips and traced your own with the tip of his finger, grinning. “We won’t be missed for a couple hours, we should take advantage of that.”

In your head, that was a completely logical conclusion that you quickly agreed with. And so, that was the beginning of your secret relationship with Lee Hyunjae, your brother’s best friend and your supposed enemy.

“You and your bed are so much more comfy than the pull out in your living room. I kinda feel bad for Juyeon and Changmin.” He rubs circles into your waist with his thumb, wrapping his arms tighter around your middle.

“Hey, I’m not opposed to kicking you out and making you sleep in a sleeping bag like Sunwoo and Eric.” You tsk, turning in his embrace to face him.

He gasps in feign offense. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Hmm, I don’t know,” you shrug, sighing dramatically. “Apparently, I’m a child and you would never look at me a certain way.”

“I was just joking, baby,” he laughs and good God, you’re down bad if just the sound of his laugh has butterflies erupting in your stomach. “I gotta make sure everyone thinks I still find you aggravating. You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, you know.”

You bat your eyelashes at him exaggeratedly. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

Hyunjae smiles at you, differently than all the others he’s shown you before. It’s tender, gentler than what you’re used to from the brunette. His eyes are a softer shade of brown, mocha colored irises that stare at you with so much admiration that even the darkness of your room couldn’t overshadow. The moonlight peeking in from your curtains illuminates his features perfectly.

“I know I don’t tell you that often, but you mean a lot to me, Y/N,” he suddenly confesses. “Sneaking around and not being able to show the world that you’re mine is so fucking difficult, but if you’re not ready, then I’m okay with it. I want you to be happy when you’re with me, all the time. You make it all worth it.”

“Hyunjae…” Your bottom lip juts out, your heart swelling with so many emotions. His eyes flicker down to your mouth and he closes the gap between you, leaving a sweet kiss that manages to knock out all the air from your lungs.

He peppers kisses to your cheeks, nose, and the crown of your head until your breathing has evened and you’ve fallen asleep. His favorite part of sleeping over was getting to see this, you laying in his arms peacefully. It served as a reminder for him that despite keeping your relationship restricted to the confines of these four walls, you would always be his. He whispers one last thing to you before calling it a night himself, though he’s sure your sleep is too deep to register it.

“I love you.”

© juyeonszn. do not steal, claim, or repost.

#the boyz #the boyz x reader #the boyz fluff #tbz #tbz x reader #tbz fluff #the boyz hyunjae #tbz hyunjae #lee hyunjae x reader #lee hyunjae fluff #hyunjae x reader #hyunjae fluff #juyeonszn #juyeonszn.100🪩

[girlfromthecrypt]

I finally got to read the update!! Don't mind me rambling a bit about everything I loved about it...

I really enjoyed the beginning of this chapter.  Being playful with Basil in the van is super cute. It was interesting to see Reem and Basil not getting along a little bit, it makes me intrigued about if there will be any cracks in our little friend group's foundation that might start to show. And if so what that might mean when things start going bad.

Also, Anita is adorable!! It had me giggling when she called everyone attractive--I loved getting to tease her about it afterwards. I chose to room with her and the siblings--though the thought of Basil sleeping alone makes me nervous for the future...

Definitely Looking at Anita's comment about how your sanity starts slipping when you go without sleep. I'm SO eager to reach the horror. Though the slightly slower, cheerful beginning is so great. I love getting to know everyone and seeing them happy and bonding, knowing that there's horror on the horizon...

Javier talking about his mom marrying his dad straight up made me snort laugh. I work with kids and they truly do say the most out of pocket things. It's very true to life. And ooooh, Basil and Gabriel just...staring at the woods got me so hyped. Reading that scene gave me a proper thrill, that little 'heart-pounding-faster' feeling that makes me love horror so so much.

Hell yes at getting to tell the kids a scary story!! I remember being a kid and hearing classics like Don't Turn on the Light and being scared out of my socks. It's sooo fun to be able to play at passing that on to a whole new generation!! I'm 100% in to romance Basil, but this update makes me want to do a run where I romance Anita. She's so so cute. And the siblings both are great in their own ways... I'm sensing that I'll end up doing runs for each of the ROs, you've made such fun and sweet characters!

Aaah that ending!!!! Genuinely terrifying, and made me so anxious about the kids!! I KNOW my MC is going to be hard-pressed to keep them all safe. I can't wait to see what comes next!! I love how you write characters, they're all so likable and distinct!! This was such a good update, it makes me really eager for more.

HI (omg it's that cool person) HIIII <3

Thank you so much for this. I'll have you know I reread this ask like three times and I'm probably gonna read it all over again tomorrow bc it gives me life. I can't express how happy I am that you cared to write such a long ask bc of my IF if all things. Thank you, it made my day.

Basil and Anita's on-the-road scenes in the van were my favorite to write!! And yes, there's certainly a bit of tension in the group. MCs with high sociability or perception will be able to pick up on this, also on George's fondness for a certain colleague--- but don't worry, no one's at each other's throats. Yet.

And yay, some Anita appreciation!! Cut her some slack, she's not used to being around hot people and between a possibly cute MC and the FUCKING MALAKS of all people... yeah. It's not easy for her.

Ok so you know that you can also sleep in the van with Basil if your relationship stat/his approval of you is strong enough? I hope that was clear from the dialogue options and you just chose the cabin despite of it, bc if not, I might have to rewrite the choice. Furthermore, while I can see why you'd be worried for him, I'd be more concerned for an MC who chooses to sleep alone ;) [yes, this is me hinting at a future horror scenario possibly unique to that route].

Ah yes, Javier, my son <3 lol. Nahhh I don't favor any of the campers. Though, if I had to pick which one I liked to write the most, it'd probably be him.

Now I feel bad haha. Ok but srsly, kids can be VERY outspoken, and Javier especially has noooo social filter. You might notice that some of the campers' traits specifically correspond to some of the ROs' characteristics... Looking at Gabriel and Basil here.

Both campfire stories are also really close to my own heart, so I jumped at the chance to include them. As for the ROs, I do hope you'll do a run for each of them! I'm trying quite hard to make it difficult to choose between them ;)

I love that the ending hit the way it was supposed to. If you want to know what's up next, I have one word for you: confusion. Lots of confusion.

See, I need to give this story a slow, slice-of-life start, bc purely from a narrative standpoint, it wouldn't make sense for the horror to come out guns blazing. That's why the MC will at first be the only one to experience the horrors and for the horrors to (seemingly) originate from one of the kids, bc if it was more dramatic and the threat was to come from an exterior source, everyone would just pack up and flee and then the story would be over. That's what I figure.

Anyhow, I'm so glad I still got you hooked with this project. Thanks so much for this super long message.

#if: wip #interactive fiction #choicescript game #dashingdon wip #if demo #romanceable characters #ro asks #if: such happy campers

[xplrvibes]

*sigh* ive seen a comment that bugs me so imma rant

she knows children follow her so why is she posting naked photos - paraphrasing a twitter comment about malia’s bath pic.

first of all, does she know? really? she has 120k followers. you think she age checks every single one?

secondly, did she ask for children/minors to follow her? does she promote herself as a kid friendly account?

thirdly, its her account and she can post whatever the fk she wants. she owes absolutely no one an explanation.

lastly, and i will die on this fkn hill, parents should be aware of what their underage children are doing on the internet. they don’t have to be a helicopter parents about it, but they absolutely should be able to take a peak and keep an eye on things. this abyss is not regulated enough for child safety and so much slips unnoticed despite going against an app or websites guidelines. it’s up the parents/guardians to ensure their childs safety.

do not blame creators/individuals for what YOUR underage child/friend/relative is looking up.

this is a topic that has always bugged me. its not up to creators to regulate their stuff. its up to parents to have open conversations with their children and encourage and enforce safe online activity. have conversations with your childrens friend’s parents, too.

i also do not like this idea of promoting who is underage. like please do not put ‘i’m a minor/underage/(actual minor age)’in your bio. PLEASE. you are inviting creeps to manipulate their way to you and this is how we end up with 15 year old girls meeting up with their online friends who turn out to be predators and they’re never seen again.

tldl; bath pic was hot and people are mad bc they don’t wanna admit it 😂

- aussie anon

Colby and Malia 🤝 being falsely accused of inappropriate conduct on their instagrams by jealous puritains on the internet.

Maybe that's why they enjoy each other's company so much. 🤣

Seriously, though: some people really needs to chill when it comes to the extremely slut shamey, gross, misogynstic things they are saying about this woman (and Colby too, actually). Dislike her all you want, but all this body shaming and pearl clutching cause she's posting sexy photos of herself that do NOT violate instagram's community guidelines and are no better or worse than anything that other people - including Colby himself - are posting is just unnecessary and is serving to make everyone appear unhinged.

Also, picking and choosing who you say this stuff about - for example, Amber posts very similar content all the time - really just shows that the true issue you have isn't with her content, it's with who she's got in her comment section calling her "the cutest" and thats just hypocritical.

Just dislike her cause she's hitting that shit. I'll judge you a lot less.

*all of the you's in the last two paragraphs were not targeted towards anyone! they were Judy general statement you's*

And yes, I very much agree with your third (and fourth) point. Bravo!

#asks #aussie anon

[transmasc-wizard]

I absolutely want to hear your opinions on the generic YA fantasy writing style

thank you for giving me a reason to Scream, friend

So. A lot of the YA fantasy writing These Days is so incredibly formulaic that I actually made a formula.

I wish I was kidding.

It goes like this: chip bag worldbuilding + incredibly vague descriptions + ALWAYS using verbs + melodramatic emotions + super close camera + characters blank enough to project on but characterized enough to feel vaguely attractive = YA fantasy novel.

To further show this, I've written a little snippet of generic YA fantasy writing, following all the rules here that apply:

He was gorgeous, all curved muscle and tall frame, leaning casually against the wall. His dark eyes searched me with cool and impersonal purpose, but there was something else behind them--intrigue, maybe. At a girl like me? I was small and blond, nothing special about my face or body, and yet I could have sworn he thought me to be pretty.

Desire bloomed in my mind, a golden firework show of want. Then guilt slithered in my gut, gripping me tight and reminding me that the Divine Girls were not supposed to want the love of anyone but our gods. And yet my wishing could not stay quiet, shouting in the back of my mind even when I shut it into the corner.

I smoothed my blue velvet skirts; they were the finest money could buy, adorned with shining jewels and clearly well-made. Then I smiled at him and asked, "What's your name?"

Ew. Ow. I'm done. But that gets the point across, yeah?

The descriptions are so vague I want to cry. Believe me, I wanted to tell you more about Fantasy Love Interest Guy's actual looks. I want to tell you more about Miss Protagonist than that she's small and blond. I want to talk more about why the dress seems so well-made. (Obviously not all at once, but like. In the damn scene at some point.) But I couldn't, because that's not how YA Fantasy does it. Descriptions don't actually have a solid feel to them; they're not thought through or ever given little things that might make them feel more real. (And people are attractive, but it doesn't, like... tell you specifics. The guy is Muscled and Dark-Eyed and Gorgeous.) I based them on Throne of Glass especially, but it's far from the only inspiration.

And the emotions. Guilt gripping her tight. Desire as a firework show the first time she meets him. Like... wtf will it be when they actually get to know each other and fall in love? By immediately making the emotions huge, it means they either can't get bigger later or will be big to the point of melodrama. Pretty much every YA novel I read is like this (same with the verb thing).

Speaking of the damn verbs. Everything, even concepts, is doing something. Desire blooms, guilt slithers, wishing shouts. I don't think you can never do that, but again. It feels so dramatic. Sometimes, you've got to save the dramatic things for later. (See: that quote I reblogged about how if you say "infinitely" when you mean "very", you won't have anything to say when something is truly infinite.) Sometimes lighting flashes instead of striking the sky with a boldness, or the character is just tired instead of so exhausted they want to sleep and never wake up again. It's ok. It's like "try not to use adverbs or passive voice" turned into "no adverbs or passive voice ever and if you use them it's terrible".

The camera's super close, too. This isn't inherently bad, again, but a lot of YA does it regardless of whether or not it benefits the story. Like... this might be a story that's good for third person & farther away narrative distance. But who knows, bc YA authors don't Do That!

I don't really have an opportunity to show the chip bag worldbuilding (worldbuilding that seems good at a first glance but, like chip bags, is actually like 70% nothingness), since it's just an excerpt. But most of the YA fantasies I've read would take the Devine Girls (whatever those are, use yr imagination) and give... like... very basic facts about them. They're a convent, they worship the gods to become closer to them, they wear all grey and live simple lives, they're mostly respected, and they are not supposed to put anyone before their gods. (Miss Protagonist will obviously do this. It's probably the point of the plot.) That's not enough. It's a jumping off point, something to say in... you know... a tumblr post. Not a novel. It should talk about why the Devine Girls exist in the first place, why they're so much more religious than most people, why they want to be closer to the gods, etc. But it probably wouldn't, because that's just... not something that's thought of.

See: Little Thieves by Margaret Owen did not actually do a lot of worldbuilding in regards to magic or gods, despite a literal curse from a goddess being the centre of the plot. (It did do moderately well with Creatures and society, though; i'll give it that.) It's all super vague and just enough to make you feel like you got some nice nutritious worldbuilding, but like... it'd be nice if that worldbuilding bag was not mostly air.

I don't know how to conclude things but. yeah!! formula!! i don't care if other people like this, but personally i'd like to see some variety for once!! (also i challenge writers to attempt the Formulaic YA Style for a few paragraphs on their own, just for funsies. it's interesting to write imo.) Peace and love on planet earth <3

#asks #will/lee #YA fantasy #YA writing style #writing style

[strawberrycircuits]

came with the intent to say why would you say my tranny femboy dana scully post is 12k worthy. here now to ask what you think of majoras mask...

because "unfortunately thats dana scully of the x files" is one of the funniest possible responses to a message like that. its like the verbal equivalent of getting hit in the head with a frying pan

anyways i. erghhfhfhdf. ok short answer: its a good game with a fascinating backstory as to how and why it was made and its amazing that it even exists the way it does w everything that happened with making it. i love its sort of black-sheep status in the series; its one of the few games with no zelda, no master sword, no ganon(dorf), no triforce, none of that, and its all the better for it. and! so many aspects of that game are just... haunting!! the mask transformations? the way the clock town theme slowly warps into something more and more foreboding until its barely recognizable anymore? the goddamn storylines tucked away in that thing?? SKULLKID'S ENTIRE BACKSTORY??? its the "legend of zelda game but dark" concept done right unlike. other notable games in the series. and i adore it in so, so many ways for that. majoras mask good :)

Long answer (aka every shitty game theorist who has said that majoras mask is about link being dead personally owes me 20 dollars and heres why):

majoras mask is the most thematic game in the series and it expands upon the story ocarina of time gave us in the most compelling ways imaginable and i doubt we'll ever see nintendo (let alone aonuma/miyamoto) make something like that ever again. hang on let me explain what i mean

so. ocarina of time starts link out as this kid in the forest, who has grown up thinking shes going to be a child forever bc the kokiri are ageless forest kids and she is too, right? but shes. different. shes different in a way no one can really place, but they treat her differently anyway because theyre kids and what else are they going to do. so shes ostracized, but its ok bc shes safe and shes happy and she has friends, like saria. and then! she finally gets a fairy! a right of passage for any kokiri, something shes lacked all these years!

and fairies have some important lore that kinda matters here. in OoT, having a fairy prevents ppl from becoming Lost in the lost woods. if they r an adult and go in w/o one they become a stalfos and if theyre a kid they become a skullkid. this is why, in game, link can still enter kokiri forest as an adult-- because she has navi with her. remember this.

anyways, long story short, all of OoT happens, right? links a child whos grabbing the spiritual stones for a princess zelda whos powerless in her current state and is grasping at any means of salvation she can, even in the form of strange kids from the woods. and but link fails, zelda fails, ganondorf wins and link runs to the temple of time because shes a kid and all she knows is my friend is gone and she told me this would help her, and she places the stones and sees the master sword and she has to stand on the pedestal just to be able to pull it out bc shes just that small--

and then, suddenly, she isnt small.

whoever told her she was a kokiri lied, because shes definitely not ageless like all of her friends were-- like she was supposed to be.

shes an adult. or thats what they all say she is-- she may be taller and stronger and more capable, but shes still a child in every way that matters. shes still inexperienced and powerless and so, so scared, but she does what shes told because the adults are always right, right? thats why they put her to sleep, right? thats why she has to watch (facilitate) as each of her friends and companions from her childhood-- impa, ruto, darunia, saria-- all be lost to this greater destiny that she herself was forced into long before she knew to question the adults in the room.

and she defeats ganondorf. she does it. she saves a future she will never get to live in, and is sent back to make sure that future never has to happen. and in doing so... no one knows anything shes done. no one knows everything she sacrificed to save hyrule. shes a hero no one will ever remember.

but shes back home now, shes a kid again, she can go back to the forest now!

except she cant, because navi-- the key to going back to that forest where childhood is neverending and impenetreble (and, more importantly, links goddamn best friend, who is the only one who knows all of what shes gone through)-- just. Leaves. she disappears at the end of the game. a lot of ppl have argued why navi leaves but i think its symbolic more than anything else, yk?? like. you cannot go back to how things were. you cannot pretend like you have the innocence you once did when you know it was taken from you. you are a child in an adults body and an adult in a childs body and both of those are true simultaneously because no matter what, you can never go back to how you were before you placed your hands on that sword.

but link doesnt get that. shes seen so much, but shes still ten, and all she knows is my friend is gone and i want her back. funny how that sentiment always persists with this character huh

so she goes searching. and she ends up in termina, in a world that loops over and over again, always on the brink of destruction, always just a little too far from saving. but its a timeloop of her own making! because she cant just let these people die-- she cant just let herself die, not now-- so she plays the song of time on the ocarina an old friend gave her, and she keeps termina alive, if in stasis. and shes picking up these masks that, when she puts them on, subject her to all of that persons memories, and transforms her into something almost unrecognizable (but this link is no stranger to sudden, life shattering transformations). and its no wonder she reacts the way she does!! but like. that sort of thing has to make you reflect, right? sure theres bound to be a lot of bad shit in anyones life, but theres also likely to be a lot of love and happiness and calm-- a calm that would be absolutely foreign to the hero of time at this point. itd certainly put your own life into perspective, at least.

and like. you would think, after going through all that shit in hyrule, that being in a timeloop would probably. not matter that much to her. i mean, all she has to do is get majoras mask and she can leave. but thats not how the game is structured.

no, the game is built to where the best possible option to finishing the final boss is to help everyone. to listen to their stories, to provide whatever assistance you can, to genuinely care for them and show them compassion-- even if they wont remember you after that third day hits yet again. the only way to get the fierce deity mask-- which is like. yk. best item in the game basically-- is to trade all 20 masks to the moon children, which you can only get if you made the effort to help Everyone in termina. EVEN the """"villain."""" omg hang on heres a tangent within a tangent;

skullkid is super interesting bc hes like. hes a lot like link but also not. both underwent horrific, unwanted transformations because some surrounding circumstance forced them to leave their homes and enter unfamiliar places, and both are. probably not handling that very well. and both are being exploited by higher powers (link by hylia, skullkid by majora) to do someone elses bidding as CHILDREN!! but theyre placed at opposing ends, until they. arent! and they kind of become friends once majoras taken care of!! idk skullkid is like. maybe the idea of wht happens when you dont move on and keep chasing a pre-traumitized existence ithink but im not sure idk enough about him to dive into that just know that i think hes neat and hes a vv interesting comparison to link here. did u kno that he'll attack you in oot if you try to talk to him as an adult. what has that kid been through good leord anyways

SO like. thats what i think majoras mask is at its core. we can talk about where the mask came from, or if termina is even real, or who the fierce deity was, but i dont think that really. matters. i think that majoras mask is a test of sorts for the hero of time, to teach her the wisdom that she lacked when navi left.

because yes, you will not be remembered in this time for the hell you went through. you will not be able to go home ever again. you are in this world now, with all its dangers and fears and hopelessness, and there is no getting out. searching for navi is (symbolically!) pointless because shes not coming back, and therefore youre never going back to what you see as normal. but majoras mask looks at all that shit, and it says "yes. yes, this world is scary, and itd be so nice to pretend like theres a way to return to that state of being before we realized it was the way it was. but we cant, and the answer to that isnt to search for how we can go back, but to find purpose in a world that bears down on all of us. to show people kindness even if they wont remember you, even if youll reset this world once again, because the kindness itself is reason enough. there is reason to continue being the hero. there are things to live for, even in a world that loops on end forever." termina is a small scale recreation of the hyrule link is about to enter-- a world where no one remembers your kindess, a world always on the brink on destruction, a world that keeps you going back and back and back and back and never forwards, not until you can do the right thing and save everybody. but it shows her that its all still worth it! all of it! even now!!!

and i think that thats why link was in termina at all. everyone had used her as a weapon her entire life until she fulfilled her supposed purpose, and im sure she was bitter and angry and lost (as any person would rightfully be!!) and termina was like. a well needed reminder of what matters in this world. when we see link riding away on epona at the end of the game, i dont think shes continuing her search for navi. not really.

i think shes going to move on.

anyways. majoras mask is very good and i am so so sooo glad they ended the hero of times story there and did not bring that character back in any future titles whatsoever :)

#i think oot link is transfem and only rlly uses he out of necessity hence the she/her'ing of her here. #oot links story is very obviously about childhood innocence ripped away too soon and how painful growing up can be when its forced upon u #but idk. she can be a teensy bit of a transgender allegory too i think. as a treat #'uaaagh the links are all too similar its hard to tell which one ur talking abouttt' not if u fuck around w their genders theyre not #good god this was long and probably not very well conveyed. to be fair my bio Did warn you lmao

[bitchfitch]

Like, Yandoli doesn't really talk to her siblings anymore after joining up with Lordakai on the Bane. She writes them, almost every time she's at port, but almost never gets a response back.

The one time she did get a response it was when she threatened to drag Lordakai down there to make her siblings actually meet their father. They... were less than welcoming of the idea. Five years of knowing he has long grown cubs, and Lordakai's yet to meet three of them.

But after Eri is hatched and after a version of the story of how Lordakai and Toi'uhla met and fell for each other has soread, Lordakai's cubs and their mother finally agree to meet him. On the terms that he comes as Erifolda Lordakai, not Captain Lordakai, and that he bring Eri too.

He agrees and has his response posted before he's even thought to ask Toi'uhla if he can take their cub to a distant island to meet their siblings who have never shown interest in letting Lordakai be part of their family before they knew about Eri.

(Toi'uhla does end up agreeing on the one condition ze goes too. And that confused Lordakai for a minute bc he never stopped for a second to consider Toi'uhla might not be there. Ze's the love of his life and this is the first proper gathering of his whole family, no way would it have ever been complete without zer)

And they go, Lordakai, Toi'uhla, Eri, Yandoli, and Laz (who insists she's just tagging along to keep them out of trouble and not at all because she nearly cried when her best friend and captain invited her because her kinda sorta girlfriend was too nervous to do it herself) and like, it's awkward at first, the five of them sitting across from Yandoli's mother and siblings in the same house they grew up in.

But Lordakai's long since become a master at negotiating through bad air like this. He apologizes for being absent all these years, for not doing more for them once he knew they existed, for never even thinking to check back in on Cailoan after there one week together. He promises to do better, to do whatever he can to make them having to be burdened by his reputation worth it. and then he apologizes again for bring the mood down so low.

he's meeting his kids for the first time! this should be a celebration! and besides he's brought gifts. Mostly trinkets based on what Yandoli has told him about them, and which he notes that if they don't like their gift, he made certain they'd all sell well if they'd rather have the money.

And speaking of money, he hands Cailoan a necklace box with the most god awful, Gaudy and Expensive looking necklace she's every seen. He calls it a down payment on the back log of all the child support payments he Definitely owes her.

After that, the airs a lot looser, there's joking and laughter and Lordakai finds an easy place in the banter like he does everywhere he goes. but it just feels so right to see him there in the dimly lit room with one arm over his son's shoulder and the other holding a happily cooing and trilling Eri against his chest

Laz and Toi'uhla are trying to keep out of the way of things, but they both have the same feeling.

This could have been Lordakai's life. There's another lifetime where someone stopped him on the streets of Joi years and years ago to let him know he had cubs still young enough to not resent his past absence. Where he never became captain of the bane and retired from the life to find sounder work to support them. To be a better father for them.

And there's some selfish thing in both of them thats so glad this family is as broken as it is.

That perfect lifetime where Lordakai is an honorable man is the same lifetime where Toi'uhla marries for convenience and spends zer whole life bored and itching for a more ze doesn't know exists.

Laz would have probably found her way into the grave by now without a captain who could temper her aggression and without a partner who makes keeping herself in check worth it.

but Lordakai ropes them into the conversation, trying to get Them to tell the story of that one time Laz tried to kill and eat Toi'uhla.

Toi'uhla very indignantly points out that it was Definitely Not "One Time" that she did that and that soft discomfort passes like a breeze as that perfect lifetime is forgotten and they begin to properly enjoy this particular moment of this one.

#hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #rambles #Lordakai #Yandoli #Toi'uhla #Laz #that pirate thing

[urmumsbiglefttoe]

I think I have to give up on dating. Or love. Whatever you’d want to call it. I can’t handle rejection anymore. And I don’t think I’m built for it. Perhaps it cliche to say, but I really feel like I’m all alone in that. I’m not the kind of person who can pretend to be uninterested to interest someone. I can only make it clear that I’m into someone. That I want to get to know them better and try to understand who they are. I hate playing the game and trying to leverage some sort of weird, unspoken power dynamic. I literally just want someone to hold me. And apparently there is absolutely nothing attractive about me. That’s not even going into my own insecurities, like my nose or weight. That’s just based on the fact that I just can’t seem to get a date. I can’t think of how many times I’ve given someone my number or contact info out only to never hear from them again. I can’t approach people. I don’t know how and I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. Someone will have to come to me and find me attractive. And at the rate I’m going? It’s never gonna happen. To be fair, it did happen once. She fell in love with me, for whatever she saw. Maybe not love. Towards the end she did say that she didn’t know what love was and so couldn’t say that she loved me anymore. So there’s that. And tbh, I’m still a little hung up on what happened. That was supposed to be endgame. We always talked about getting married and building a life together. There’s a lot I could say about them or our time together. I was often frustrated and also wasn’t at my best often either. But I literally carried her dying body to the hospital. There were many times where I thought I was with her in her final moments. I was in it for life. In fact, even though we don’t have any kind of relationship anymore and I can’t even stand to see them ever again I can say with certainty that our time together changed my mind about becoming a parent. It’s def for the best we did not have a kid together. That would’ve been a shit show. But through my love and care for this person it became clear to me why people would want to bring life into this world. And that’s just a part of me now. Should the right person come along, I’d love to raise a child/family with them. It’s hard to reconcile all of that with the present. We don’t even talk to each other anymore. Idk if I miss her or I’d get back together or whatever. I just can’t believe that even for a moment someone believed they loved me and that now it’s gone. I can’t help but feel so ugly and valueless. I’ve talked to so many different people. Of different cultures and perspectives and sexuality and gender and economic means. And not one of them has thought, “hmm, I’ll give Alexander a chance.” I’ve been intersectionally and diversely rejected! I’m perhaps looking in the wrong places, although I seriously doubt it. I can understand that my chances with strangers won’t be that great bc of probability and other factors. I get it, strange man approaches you expressing interest is a fight-or-flight situation for many. I’m supposed to have better luck by being in circles that correspond with my interests. But honestly, I cannot imagine myself asking my peers out. I can’t count how many times I’ve yearned or fawned over a friend or mutual. There are some that I still talk to to this day that I’d love to ask out! Even for just one silly, little date! But I can’t even get my friends to hang out with me platonically, let alone go on a date. I can’t bring myself to ask them out. I can barely handle rejection from someone that I think is pretty and know nothing else about. I don’t know what I would do if a kind person or someone with the same hobbies as me rejected me. I’d lose my marbles.

The world doesn’t owe me anything. It’s not some oppressive convention that I can’t find a partner. I just yearn and long so hard to have someone in my life. To be held in someone’s arms. To have someone stare longingly into my eyes. To see someone’s face and feel comfort and safety and peace. I yearn for days of going to sleep with someone and sitting next to them for the sake of being next to them. I miss playing chase with someone. I miss grabbing someone’s arm. I want someone to kiss me. Someone who wants me near them and who misses me. I want someone who sees who I am and isn’t afraid or disgusted, but rather rejoiceful and loving. I am unabashedly lonely and I can’t fucking take it. I’ve heard sooooo many countless times that it’ll come when I least expect it. But I am not the kind of person that just waits for things. Anything in life I’ve ever wanted, I either make an effort for or fail at. I have an intense desire to connect with someone intimately. I’m tired of pretending I don’t. I want to be with someone soooooooo bad. I’m in part hoping that posting this will somehow turn the universe in my favor. That after years of loneliness through a desire to be in love, I will now be in love through a desire for loneliness. I have prayed to my Lord about this. That He brings me to the right people or that He gives me guidance to make the right choices. But I’ve given up. I want to be alone now. I’m so tired of being rejected. I can’t keep lying to myself to hope for something better anymore, I don’t think I’m good enough for anyone. I can’t picture myself with another person anymore, years of rejection has made me lose sight of what they’d might look like. Whether it’s because I’m depressed or on the spectrum or ugly or a bad person or whatever, I don’t know or care anymore. I just know that I can’t find anyone and I’m going to stay single and I’ve lost hope. I don’t want to meet anymore people, I don’t want to go out, I don’t want to get my hopes up. I’m alone, I’m alone, I’m alone.

[minbinchan]

I saw that you are feeling sick :((. Time to use my luck charm power again! Sending you all the best energies and wishing that you feel better soon!!!

I never watched animes 🫣 I think I would like it, but I never know how or where to start mdhsmdh if you have a any tips/recs I’m all ears haha Also another big Disney fan spotted haha me and my sister used to watch Disney movies every night when we were little and we know all their songs! I also grew to become a big Disney Channel fan and HSM is definitely my comfort franchise haha!

I don’t have much patience to watch stuff either but I’m still more of a series person than a movie person haha a few years back I would binge watch k-dramas (16/20 episodes, +1 hour each) but now days I can’t see myself doing that anymore kdhsjdh I recently binge watched Wednesday tho and it was really good! I really recommend! Also my other guilt pleasure/comfort movies are the Step Up franchise jdhsmdh is not a GOOD movie but I’m a sucker for dance movies as bad as they may be kdhsndhsn also going to another side of series I’ve been watching an RPG series streamed for about 3 years now so I’m mostly watching that now kdhsnhd

Going back a lil to the skz question what is your fav mvs? What you like about it? - 🎁

Hey friend!! Please send your good energy bc I'm feeling miserable 😖 it sucks being sick in the summer 😭😭

For animes I just stick to the most popular ones tbh if I see it looks interesting I watch a couple episodes and decide if I wanna keep watching 😂 I would so recommend to watch cardcaptor Sakura! It's my all time favorite since I was a kid and it's very entertaining! And another classic is Digimon Adventure (the 2000 one) man what a great anime! Other I would recommend is spy x family! I've been watching it since it first started airing and it's one of my favorites<3 and Haikyuu!! I love hk!! My little volleyball bois <3

HSM is a good tier movie, the first 2? Cinematic masterpieces, Mr Kenny Ortega I owe you my childhood, I'm not the greatest fan of the third but the songs slap ngl

Ooo I've been meaning to watch Wednesday, I love the Addams family movies and I wanna see what's up with this series. My dad already watched it all and he said it was good so Its been in my top list since then! A friend recommended me to watch the "Dark" series so I also have that, hopefully my brain can get around to do it 😂

My fav MV is Scars! Even with the very little lino moments I think it's still one of my most favorite skz mvs, the aesthetic is really cool I really loved the 'its the end of the world' concept they had in there, and the dancing!!!!! The danceracha center part almost at the end? Nothing compares to that!

Other MVs I love are thunderous, gone days (both official and muply ver.) SURFIN' !!! Im a really big fan of surfin, maknae on top <3 they always have really nice storylines or just really good concepts for their videos, they never look like they are over the top you know? The videos fit the music vibes really well, I like that about them

I hope you're doing well!! Are you already on your break or it's still a few days to go?

#stayblr secret santa

[reactivedog]

i think what hurt me the most is that my world used to really just be him and his best friend. and i wasnt invited most of the time, bc his best friend hated me. everything i loved he bashed. i still remember talking about being so excited about my clip-in catears, and his Disgust and anger at the fact i wore them to school just bc it reminded him of some kids in his GSA.

long vent post incoming

and then, when it came to him, he was so angry the one time i wasnt just sitting around waiting for him, and i dared to be with someone he didn't expect instead of someone he also liked. its so strange. he was very okay with the idea of me being with max but he blew up about me being with jester. i had withstood sooooo much hurt and feeling replaced and pushed aside for Years but all it took was one person making me happy for him to be so angry At Me. i would sit there sobbing and scared. i would watch my place in his life slip away bit by bit slowly and plans changing constantly until i was just waiting for it to be over, for him to get mad at me for. being happy. for once.

we weren't normal family and i think he will do whatever to erase me. whatever to find ways to construe me as weird, fucked up, evil. im sure his best friend will be so relieved, will be so happy because he never liked me anyways. its bitter. i dont know how to pick up the pieces of the people between our systems who will never see each other again. theres past lives we swore we shared that i want to erase from my very being, even if theyre part of me, because of how much looking back it felt he used it against me. all of our destinies were suppose to be intertwined. was it my fault? did i put us here? did i make him believe that? no because god do i remember the amount of times id tell him none of it mattered if we weren't okay, that our fate was our own decisions, and that i wouldnt be the person he projected so much importance onto.

it hurts. i was close to him since i was 14. i dont know. when my biological brother disowned me, he was there. i tried, but it was like no matter how much i tried to be my own person, i was like a charge and i owed him and it was. and it was scary. even my mom would get scared for me, and she said once she was terrified he would actually physically hurt me.

im trying to be around other people again, front again, but its like i cant be around other people and i cant be alone and i cant even face my system because i feel like everyone hates me for running. i ran away, and blocked all of them and now all the friends and families and partnerships between our systems are. over. and i think, i cant blame them for resenting me for that. but i wish it was okay and they still cared about me again.

i mingle with new people in my headspace, with no connection to that time, but how long will it last? before they lose interest? before i move again? before we drift apart? i lash out so much. i want to be able to care again, without wanting to blow everything up and run away.

[transpat]

pre-relationship pranpat and haq

the word 'haq (हक़)' in hindi doesn't have an exact eng counterpart and translates smth around the meanings of rights and entitlement. in context of relationships, we use it to describe the entitlement ppl we keep close are allowed over us. in our culture, with every bond we form and built, we owe those ppl certain rights over us. like our filial duty to our parents, supporting our siblings and relatives emotionally and/or financially, the loyalty to our friends. lovers and spouses are ppl given all the rights of a family member by choice and obv other stuff like touching u in ways others can't, sharing worries and secrets you wouldn't indulge others w, the permission to carry and lighten ur burdens.

that's why i wanted to talk about pran and pat before they began dating, when they didn't even consider each other friends. theoretically, these two don't owe each other shit, shouldn't be assuming any rights over each other. but pat continues to push into pran's room even when he's verbally told not to, and pran who bottles his feelings up from everyone else, wears his heart on his sleeve (literally) around pat. pran gives pat a glimpse into his every emotion, and pat catches them, stores it away to process later, when he uses it to channel the courage to knock on pran's door.

also. all of this starts in college. after they reach a truce and add each other's numbers. it's not there back when they were shy high schoolers, fighting in public and treading along the delicate beginnings of a friendship. back then, before their meager advances culminated into smth fruitful, it was snatched from them, ripped from their unsuspecting hands. it didn't turn their efforts null thou, doesn't return them to point zero. when they met again, they faltered and stumbled, but they make their way back to how things could have been back then. they found their way back to the path they were paving as kids.

their sense of entitlement isn't just smth they assume either. it's the haq they've willingly granted to the other. we see pran pushing pat out of his room repeatedly, but pat only walks in bc he knows if he was really unwelcome pran wouldn't open the door in the first place. bc like how pran never pushed him out of the room in his parents' house, pat is certain that once pran's fear of being discovered lessens (he doesn't know his interpretation is all wrong, that it was bc pran was in love w him and afraid for himself), he'll be welcome to stay as long as he wants. when he asks pran if he can stay the night, its bc he knows the answer might not be no. pran has a soft spot for him.

likewise, pran lashing out at him is bc he knows that unlike how it is w others, revealing his emotions to pat won't come at a price he can't afford. when he's under all the pressure of rebuilding the bus stop and saving his friends' academics careers, he smiles for his friends, assures them he's fine, he can manage. its only around pat he displays how deeply he's affected by this, lets pat see how he let him down, how much stress he's in bc of this. bc he knows pat listens, pat understands, pat wants to listen and understand. pat makes breathing easier.

in the beginning its just that. pran says they're not friends, but subconsciously hands pat every right of one. the teasing banter, the rude nicknames, the knowledge that he too wants to compete w pat in the freshy contest as badly as pat wants it. he helps him by texting his location religiously, and then when pat's friends screw up, he lets pat help him w the bus stop. here's where things get begin to get convoluted, where the lines begin to blur. letting pat sniff him, letting pat pull his head under his shirt, letting pat massage medicine onto his shoulder, cleaning pat's face for him, allowing pat to pet his head, asking him if he had dinner, asking him about his crush. obv like. none of these things r very platonic, and pran allowing these to occur isn't w platonic intentions either.

and that's bound to happen. ofc it will when pat's in love and only hasn't worked it out yet and pran's been harboring suppressed desires for years. in some ways, it's always been there, it was always hurtling towards this. the level of comfort they share w each other, how little reservation they hold towards touching the other, its as if they haven't been raised as enemies, but have grown into the only ppl who know each other so intimately.

i'm talking about these:

pran doesn't even flinch when pat's hand touches his thigh, and you could argue that's ohmnanon, but honestly it's v in character for them. pat puts his hand over pran's mouth, places it high up his thigh: pran allows it. pran tickles him, pins down on the bed: pat allows it. pran tackles him unnecessarily long during rugby matches, hauls him into hidden corridors? pat giggles about it. pat asks pran to feed him drinks, to let him stay the night? pran pretends its a hassle and readily indulges him.

pran understands what's happening. he watches it all unfold, how pat's entitlement over him grows, mushrooms, into pat constantly making boyfriend jokes, pat pushing his limits w pran in public, pat expressing his displeasure over having to pretend to be enemies, pat walking into pran's faculty w pran's shirt on. and pran lets it happen. he complains and groans about pat in his room but lets him stay, lets him have his breakfast, lets his nosy ass unlock his desktop. he draws the line at first, but always, always ends up letting pat cross it. like how at the music store he scoffs off pat's attempt to ask him about his relationship status, but in the privacy of his own room, discloses his mother and wai's dynamics when questioned, even though he finds it strange for pat to care (he misreads pat here, thinks its out of pat's desire for friendship that he wants to know more about pran, so he's happy to share).

i came to talk about this bc i was (again) rewatching bbs and now that its completed, the fight scene in ep5 hits a different way (again). pran shuts wai out (refusing to divulge the secrets of his and pat's dynamics, a direct contrast to how he freely talks about wai to pat) and sends him home, then turns and looks at pat like this:

he stood there, waiting for pat to look at him and then when pat did, he let all his disappointment and anger flood into his expression. and i saw this and thought wow, that's one of the loudest displays of haq he's expressed over pat until now. he knows what he's doing, he knows this is going to hurt pat and he does it w that exact intention. (also does anyone else think this kinda looks like an owner reprimanding their dog?) its not smth he would do w wai, or anyone else in his life. its smth only pat is allowed, only pat is allowed to see how profoundly disruptions upset him, only pat is allowed inside his head.

this scene makes it clear that the way pran and pat treat each other is no longer 'friendly'. here, we're explicitly shown the haq pran's granted his friends over him, and that doesn't extend to oversharing. yet, pat's allowed that. pran would never tell his friends if and when they hurt or frustrate him, but he's stopped hiding the same from pat when pat chased him to the new dorm insisting he should move instead. pat may be the one who crosses the line when helping pran out w the bus stop, but its pran who first muddles it by avoiding pat to express how mad he is. later again, its pran who dissolves that line completely by reaching across and asking pat if he's had dinner.

back to the fight scene: earlier, when pat waited out for him, told him to 'come here' in front of wai, that too was a display of haq, of the authority he felt over pran. and pran followed. pran obeyed, moved towards him, was only stopped by wai. that's why i said: none of the entitlement they feel towards the other is overstepping, they only exercise the rights they're certain they've been handed. when pat says 'come here', he's one hundred percent sure pran will. he knows he's different from wai, that he's special, that he's someone pran could choose over wai. and so its a petty move. its such a petty thing to use the secret privilege pran entrusted him w in a moment of drunken jealousy, and pat regrets it soon.

but pran's the one who upset the balance first. by playing that song. their song. where most of the haq they feel over each other is abstract, this is the one thing put in cement. that song is one rope fastening pat to pran's side - the other being the guitar - which he's been using to steadily climb the peak pran stands on. he'd expected pran to be waiting for him above, as eager to help him up as pat is to reach him. but pran played that song with others, with wai, and abandoned that post, uncaring if pat were to fall. and pat fell. he fell, fractured his bones, and would still plow past the sharp ache had it been pran alone. bc that pain dulls, disappears, in pran's presence. but faced with wai, with pran's hurtful pretenses, with pran prioritizing wai in that moment, his resentment overflows, pushes him to hurt pran in the same manner. 'that lousy song', he calls the very first song pran wrote, the song pran poured his heart and soul into, the song he's recently realized might have been about them. and he does it, he breaks pran. now, pran's got a shattered heart to match pat's splintered bones.

then, on the rooftop, pat asks him why he played the song. pran doesn't answer him, denies the haq in his demand. telling pran he didn't like it was another haq he'd assumed. and here, pran realizes they've come too far. here, pran knows there's no pretending this is normal or friendly anymore, bc wth they're not even friends. here, he knows if he lets this continue, pat will continue to treat him like a lover while telling him he likes some other girl. so here, pran tries to build a final iron wall, and asks pat smth he shouldn't be able to answer: 'why are you doing this to me? who are you assume those rights over me?' except pat's figured it out at last. his feelings, his love. so, he recognizes what pran's doing, panics, and blurts his truth. vomits out his feelings to try and soil the line pran's drawing.

yeah and then we saw how that went. well, after that, these vague figures of their haq finally come into sharp focus during ep 6. this was the ep everyone praised pat for his respect of boundaries, but that was really always there. pat is smart and perceptive, and pran is the subject he's spent his whole life studying. ofc he'd understand when pran means business and when he's bluffing. so when pran used to push pat put of his room, they both knew his efforts were half-hearted (ofc he'd want his crush in his room, no matter how afraid he is of losing control). although pat doesn't take him srsly at first, he does respect his decision in the end. now, when pran tells him he doesn't want to talk about their kiss, pat knows he's serious, so he immediately shifts the subject.

and last about their bet? even if before these two were subconsciously dancing around the boundaries of romance and friendship, with the bet on, there's no hiding behind denial anymore. still, this is a new territory they're trudging along. esp pat, who's new to the discovery of his own feelings, who doesn't know where pran is mentally, and doesn't know what he's allowed and what not.

pran realizes this soon enough the next morning, when pat uses that kindergarten technique of 'i won't give you my snacks unless you become my bf'. and pran - who's spend years fantasizing about this very thing, who has an idea of the depth of pat's feelings - demolishes the last wall. the finger-lick is pran telling pat where they stand now, both giving and assuming every haq of a lover. and he does it so confidently bc pat's already given him that haq the night before, when he didn't refute pran's accusation of harboring a crush on him.

('fine', he says. 'let's compete then.' instead of the outright way pran had denied his crush. bc never lying to his lover is the haq pat would give them, is what pat gives pran from here on. pran continues to lie bc he has yet to give pat the same regard.)

yeah and this is before they start dating. before pran's ready to jump into a relationship. but he's already given pat every right only a boyfriend would hold over him: calling him to his room to fix his printer, cooking his favorite dish for him, letting pat stay over whenever he wants (like how he'll always return every loving act, every courageous one pat's done for him). when pat makes that unreasonable demand of bringing nong nao over to his room, pran can't refuse him bc this is the haq he's given to pat.

asking someone for help or assistance is smth that requires a truckload of pran's spirit. but pat's someone who just wants to do things for him all the time, and when pran sees that requesting help from pat is also pleasing him, asking pat becomes easy. for someone who's had to shoulder responsibility for every other person in his life, its delightful. to be loved by someone who gets giddy about lifting his loads for him, who's contentment comes from making him happy. that's what makes the printer scene so significant, why pat's eyes shift when pran tells him he wants pat to do this for him. pran gifts him that knowing how important it is to him, later uses the same knowledge against him in that scene w wai (when he asks wai to unscrew his bottlecap for him).

most importantly, he lets pat see his every emotion now, presents him full transparency. we see him let pat in freely into his room, but that was a right pat already had - pran's only hesitation was bc of his feelings. but before where pat's rights extended barely to getting a glimpse of pran's hurt, after which he would be firmly pushed away, now pran allows him to see how upset he truly is, allows pat to alleviate his mood. like a lover would.

and now pat returns that favor, smth he's never done before. pat's never let pran see him hurt before, but now bc he, too, has granted pran every haq of a lover, when he's wounded or mad, he lets it show. after the wai-guitar thing, he waits for pran to return, shows pran every aching emotion that flits across his face, later allows pran a chance to appease him when he's called to the rooftop. although, then, he knew pran probably didn't know why he was so mad, so he's sure pran's calling him for smth he needs. going anyway is bc pran has that haq over him.

these two rooftop scenes also parallel each other. each time it was wai who drove a wedge btw them, not by simply existing, but by stealing a fragment of their lives pat firmly believed was theirs and theirs alone. the song was theirs and only pat had any haq over it, till wai came in. by keeping that guitar safe w him for years, pat assumed haq over it, which was again snatched away by wai. the first time, after wai's exited, it's pran who waits for pat to look at him, so pat can see how he's hurt him, before leaving him behind. this time, it's pat who waits for pran to return, shows him his pain then shuts him out. both times it's the rooftop pran turns to, first to get away, second to fix things. and both times pat arrives later, first to explain himself, next on pran's request.

the reason the whole guitar situation wasn't resolved explicitly onscreen was bc there was no need for it to. pat's hurt and upset came from his insecurities about his place in pran's life. he understands nonverbal implications enough to know he can do this and that w pran, bc these two know each other that well. but he's the kind of person that needs blunt, verbal confirmations about where he stands in someone's life. and that pran's attempted confession gives him. ik he's hurt pran tried to use smth so personal as a winning card against him, but he's also relieved, bc pran's disclosed he definitely wants pat to be his boyfriend. pran wants him. and that's what pat needed to know.

another thing done in ep 7 was how they finally gave us clear context to pranpat's dynamics. like we understand that pran doesn't fully mean it when he pushes pat out of his room, or that he'd be happy to let him stay if it wasn't at the risk of his feelings burgeoning, but it still seemed rude of pat to neglect his pleas and saunter past his protests. ep 7 showed us that sometimes when pran or pat verbally retracted the other's haq, they would contradict themselves louder w their actions.

like this:

and this:

a bit more on the former: its never been flashed boldly onscreen, just mixed in naturally, but food is pran's love language. food is a large part of our cultures honestly, and ensuring someone's stomach is full articulates ur love more blatantly than the words 'i love you'. so when in ep 4 pran asks pat if he's eaten, it is a huge leap. thanks to nanon's acting, with how nervous pran looked about it, everyone interpreted it as such.

then in ep 5, pran lets pat have his sandwich. and i'm positive it was meant for pat. handing it to pat himself, so pat would know he made it for him would literally be the same as saying 'i'm in love w you', so obv pran puts on a show. but he's been up for a while, he's eaten. this was for pat.

again in ep 7, where both of them kind of know pat's the one who'll likely give up (pat relenting first was always part of their dynamic), when he calls pat over and cooks for him, he's genuinely surprised pat didn't cave. later when he goes over to pat's room with food and drinks, you could argue he was planning to play the same game, but he'd cooked enough for both pat and pha; he didn't intend to take it back this time. also in the last scene, the curry must have been cooked by pran. what pran's saying in that first scene entails both cooking and feeding. cooking for pat (and pha) must have been smth he'd already been doing.

and the latter: pat here has already caved in, and then tells pran it's smth he'd do for his 'lover' as if he hasn't already forsaken the bet, as if its still on - just in case pran isn't ready yet (bc the bet itself was for pran to adjust). 'letting his lover win' and acts of services are pat's love languages, thou the former is entirely pran-orientated. ofc for someone so competitive, relenting willingly to someone else is a huge deal, thou this has already been part of their dynamic since the watch scene in their childhood (and pran is the only competition capable of driving him). first it was out of gratitude, then it was out of guilt; but somewhere in between a more concrete reason blossomed: love. (it was also partly bc of their parents' dynamics.)

yielding is one thing, going out of his way to fix things for pran is another. conceding was smth he'd always done for pran, long before he fell in love, and although he says 'lover' in that scene, he v specifically means pran. bc this is a haq reserved uniquely for pran (like how this rivalry is unique to them. he didn't have a frenzied rivalry w any other love interest, so who else would he eagerly relent to as an act of love). the latter was smth that resulted only from his romantic interest in the other. pat cutting a pick out of his id card for pran, pat going to extreme lengths to help pran w the bus stop, pat begging the prof to let them back into the competition bc he knows pran wanted badly to participate, pat keeping his guitar polished for 3 years, pat following him to a rural beachside surrounded by the enemy state, pat continuing the play despite fearing his father's wrath: all of it was bc he was that deeply in love.

this diff is enunciated best in the first 4 eps. where first pat was unwilling to back off from his fight w wai, he later forces his friends to delete that video and manipulates them into helping w the bus stop. where earlier pat was visibly reluctant about shifting even as he offered to switch dorms (bc this was more out of guilt than love), he later gives pran his earphones w/o ever planning on taking them back (more out love than guilt).

anyway there's no purpose to this lol. i just wanted to rant about pranpat and the haq they'd assumed over each other long before the began dating bc i thought it revealed a lot about where they subconsciously intended their relationship to head down. haq is smth given only to those who play a pivotal role in your life, a loved one, a cherished friend. it's the way we daily say 'i love you' without words, it's how we continuously express our gratitude. and it's not smth enemies or even strangers can hold. pran and pat were told not to befriend each other, but gave the other every haq of a friend at age ten. when they found a safe ground to nurture their budding friendship in the dorms (and a shorter period in high school), the flower it blossomed into was that of romantic love, and it didn't come to either as much of a shock. like they'd known it was already destined, like it made sense to them that this is where they were headed. what they said about about going from two ppl who couldn't be friends to two ppl who couldn't be just friends was true.

#bad buddy #pranpat #is this to say that pranpat were always destined to fall in love? #yes. kind of. #they're two ppl who've always been drawn to each other #who compliment each other #who understand love not only as what it means to them but also how it manifests in others #they work so well bc they're both such active participants of their romance of their friendship #we've seen how one-sided pran's painstaking efforts in handling his friendships are #but with pat its pat who puts all that effort #all pran has to do is meet him half way #we know pat's been used by his past lovers #but pran being someone who gets scared easily and tends to hide #fights for him #i say destiny but its not as much destiny as it is them #its only destiny that they were born in houses next to each other #they were meant to meet the other #from there on their relationship was their own #but given the kind of ppl they were? it would always land on what they have now #bad buddy series #patpran #my writing

[wonwoonlight]

shiny star | jeon wonwoo

➝ Wonwoo x Reader

➝ feat. a lot of other idols.

➝ word count: 5503 words.

➝ fluff // non-idol!au // university!au // friends to lovers.

➝ Shiny Star masterlist (can be read as standalone)

밤하늘의 별을 따서 너에게 줄래 

너는 내가 사랑하니까 더 소중하니까

오직 너 아니면 안 된다고 외치고 싶어

그저 내 곁에만 있어줘 떠나지 말아줘

I want to pick a star from the sky and give it to you

Because I love you and you’re important t me

I want to scream how I can’t be without you

Please stay beside me and don’t leave me

- Shiny Star (2020) - KyoungSeo

A/N: lowkey inspired by Shiny Star (2020) by KyoungSeo bc that song makes me wanna fall in love D: 

If someone asks you when did you fall for Jeon Wonwoo, you’re not sure how to answer.

You’ve known Wonwoo for long, though you weren’t the bestest of friends. He was just��� Wonwoo. You went to the same school for years and he was your classmate once during high school. Wonwoo was kinda cool and that’s it.

Okay, maybe that’s not it. Maybe you had always had a crush on him though it was just a crush. Maybe.

You remember having a group project with him because the teacher assigned you both together with this other kid called Soonyoung. The only reason you even remembered him was because he’s the very reason you somewhat bonded with Wonwoo. Plus, this project was the start of your friendship with him.

Soonyoung was a club kid. He was mostly too busy to do the work with you and Wonwoo which left the two of you alone most of the time. You were annoyed at first, to be honest. Even if deep down you’re happy you got to spend time with the Jeon Wonwoo, this was a group work and you didn’t like it when someone didn’t do their part. But Wonwoo was seemingly unbothered; he told you that the two of you should just work on it without bothering about Soonyoung. He’d manage somehow. You didn’t trust him, to be frank, but wasting time complaining was not an option, so you returned to working.

Soonyoung did ace the presentation somehow.

After that, you and Wonwoo got a little bit closer but that’s it. You knew he had a girlfriend, then, anyway. So, you didn’t try to do anything and you were just happy that at least you both were friends who sometimes texted each other to help the other revise something. Sometimes the text would go long enough for you two to joke around about something else, making you smile from ear to ear even though you knew Wonwoo was genuinely… joking. There was no ulterior move behind it.

One time, Wonwoo insisted on taking you home after another group project (this time it was him who came to you and ask if you could group together again because the part that he didn’t understand, you seemed to always do and vice versa) because it was too late for you to go home alone. The project was long done an hour ago, but it was raining so hard that using an umbrella would be no use. When you told him he didn’t have to, he said he owed it to his consciousness. So, you spent the rest of the time talking to him. Like a friend.

Was that the time when you fell for him? You don’t know.

After high school ended, it didn’t take long for you to lose contact with Wonwoo. There were a few Instagram replies you both exchanged but that seemed to be it; there was no actual conversations. Both you and Wonwoo rarely updated anyway.

After about three months of starting university, you were surprised to meet Wonwoo again on your university building. It had been a few months since the last time you saw him, which was during high school graduation. It was weird to see him again to say the least when you were so sure you wouldn’t have the chance to see him again.

You were at the cafetaria, looking for Seokmin who promised to eat with you that day. Lee Seokmin was one of the first friends you made in uni and, even though you’re really grateful you managed to find a friend as sincere as he was, sometimes you wished he’d be a little quiet. Except for that and his concerning ability to trust people easily, you rarely had any complain about the guy.

You were about to call him when you noticed the back of his head at one of the tables, sitting with three other guys who you didn’t recognize. Not in the mood to confront him in front of people you didn’t know, you decided to just buy some food and eat elsewhere.

Your plan was quickly ruined when he shouted your name, though, making people from other tables turn to you. When you arrived at his table, your first instinct was to softly knock him in the head.

“Who taught you to scream in the middle of a cafeteria?” you scolded him and he just grinned unashamedly, telling you to sit beside him. You could see a half-eaten meal across you and Seokmin quickly explained that whoever the meal belonged to went to the restroom.

“Hi! I’m Seungkwan!” the guy in front of Seokmin said, introducing himself. “This is Hansol beside me but he’s currently napping so please understand that this is his default state.”

You laughed, glancing at the guy beside him whose face was buried in his arms. You introduced yourself to him, apologizing for intruding the table.

“No, no, no. It’s most definitely fine, I’m kind of tired of seeing Seokmin every day, anyway.”

Your friend turned to him; his face offended. “Why only me? As if you don’t see Hansol every day?”

“Hansol is pretty to look at.”

“And I’m not?”

“Well, it’s more like your face is not my type,” Seungkwan said uninterestedly, poking his food.

You laughed at the interaction, shaking your head. As you just started digging into your food, the chair across you scraped against the floor, making you look up at whoever that was.

“Oh?” he said first after a beat of silence, acknowledging you. “I didn’t know you study here?”

You smiled awkwardly, nodding your head. “I didn’t know you study here, either.”

“Oh, you two know each other?” Seokmin asked, surprised you have a friend from another major.

“High school friends,” Wonwoo explained quickly.

“Is this the girl friend you told us about?” Seungkwan asked, suddenly recalling the description Seokmin once told him about his pretty girl friend.

“You’ve been talking about me?” You glared at him, already accusing.

Wonwoo laughed, shaking his head. “Well, if I got the right reference, I think you’re supposedly the pretty friend he’s made in the first day of uni.”

“Hey!” your friend turned to Wonwoo, whining, and the guy just grinned as he fixed his glasses.

“Aww, you think I’m pretty?” You cooed annoyingly at Seokmin and he just slapped your hand in return, making you giggle.

“Are you two friends, then?” Seokmin asked, changing the subject even though you could see the tip of his ears turning red.

“Oh, we went to the same school for years but only got to actually know each other at the last year of high school,” you explained, finally starting to dig in to your food as you pretended like his stare didn’t affect you.

Before you knew it, you had become a part of their circle.

Was that the start of whatever it is you have with Wonwoo? You honestly don’t know.

If you had to describe Seokmin with one word at the moment, you’d say forgetful. Scratch all that kindness he radiated.

You’re currently sitting in the coffee shop, down right pissed because Seokmin had forced you to go with him there yesterday only for him to cancel last minute because he forgot he had a group project meeting that day. You would’ve said no, frankly, but you had been rejecting Seokmin’s offesr to hang out for too many times because of deadlines so you felt bad and thought you should go with him this time. And this happened.

You exhaled and closed your eyes, burying your face on your arms to calm yourself down.

“Is this seat taken?” someone said, his voice familiar but you’re too pissed to be bothered.

“No, you can take the seat,” you said without looking up. You definitely didn’t have enough friends for someone to suddenly meet you and sit in front of you anyway.

The person chuckled. “And if I want to sit here?”

Of course, you didn’t expect it was Jeon Wonwoo in front of you, he wasn’t the type to go and sit in a café anyway; you knew him enough that usually he just went for take away.

“What gets you snappy, hm?” He asked, sitting down in front of you.

“Seokmin,” you grumbled, still frowning.

“Did he bail last minute?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, head still laying on your arms as you looked at him. “I was already here when he said he had to cancel.”

Wonwoo just hummed in understanding and you took your time to look at him; was this the first time you sat down and talk with him without another person again after that school project almost a year ago?

Jeon Wonwoo had always been… cool. He wasn’t the most handsome kid in the class at school, but he had always been cool and you’re sure he had his shares of admirers whether it’s from your grade, the grades below and above.

That being said, Jeon Wonwoo had grown a lot in the span of a year; you could see him getting bulkier though it’s not too much, and you definitely noticed his shoulders getting broader. On top of all that, his features had matured a lot, making his face more handsome than he already was.

Made you wonder if you had changed too even if you didn’t think you had.

“What are you thinking about?” Wonwoo finally asked, putting down his drink.

“You,” you answered truthfully, still staring at him.

You could see his eyebrows went up in amusement, disappearing behind his fringe. He probably didn’t think you’d actually tell him.

“What about me?” he asked, his eyes boring into yours.

“Hmm…” you contemplated, now elbows on the table, propping up your chin. “How you’ve changed a lot since high school I guess.”

Wonwoo tilted his head to the side adorably, asking a silent question.

“Physically that is, I don’t think I can tell enough about your personality.” You shrugged, taking a sip of your drink.

Wonwoo nodded, agreeing with you vaguely. “I did change in that department, I guess. Don’t think I’m as lanky as I was during high school anymore, hm?”

You just chuckled, looking down at your drink.

“You did too, you know?” he said, surprising you.

You pointed to yourself, as if not believing him. “I don’t think I did? I think I’ve always looked the same.”

He shook his head in a playful manner, his arms crossing on the table as he leaned forward to you.

“You definitely got prettier, though you had always been pretty anyway,” he said casually, making you blink continuously.

You could hear your heart beating hard in your chest and your ears getting warm from the unexpected words; had Wonwoo always been so blunt?

Not knowing how to respond to him, you chose the safe way of brushing it off as a joke. “Thank you for your kind words, Wonwoo. I’m sure only Seokmin agreed with that.”

“I’m not kidding, you know. There was a fair share of guys liking you throughout school,” he said, fixing his glasses. You’re not sure why he’s suddenly so serious, though.

“Pfft, yeah, sure. That’s why I had zero boyfriend during high school,” you scrunched your nose, not trusting him even a little.

“You remember Soonyoung?” he asked, still boring his eyes into yours.

“Yeah, he was paired with us during that one project, yeah? You’re not going to tell me he had a crush on me, are you?” you said, squinting your eyes at him.

Wonwoo laughed, shaking his head in denial. “No, no. But his friend did.”

“His friend? Who, Lee Jihoon?” you asked jokingly, picking the most popular friend you knew Soonyoung had.

When Wonwoo nodded, you just stared at him unimpressed. “That kind of jokes is not funny, Wonwoo.”

“For real! But you know he’s rather quiet, and he was, like, so sure you already had someone you liked or a secret boyfriend hidden somewhere.”

“Well, I definitely didn’t have a secret boyfriend,” you told him, shaking your head as you played with your mug.

“But did you have someone you like?” Wonwoo asked, suddenly curious.

You immediately casted your eyes down, remembering how you told your childhood friend about your crush on him.

“You did, didn’t you?” He grinned, catching your reaction. Damn him and his quick sense.

“None of your business. It has passed, anyway,” you said as you waved your hand at him, refusing to answer.

Wonwoo raised one of his eyebrows playfully, as if not believing you. “Has it, really? Highschool hasn’t been that long.”

You glared at him and he put his hands up in surrender, telling you he’d drop the topic.

“Why are you here, anyway?” you asked, checking your phone to see Seokmin bombarding you with texts full of crying emojis and apologies, you decided to torture the guy longer and just read his message without answering him.

“Oh, I was going to get coffee and leave but I saw you alone and looking miserable so I thought I might as well just bother you,” he shrugged nonchalantly, finishing his drink.

“Doesn’t that mean you already have plans to do?” you looked at him weirdly, gulping the last of your drink, too.

“Oh, I was just going to go for a walk because the weather seems nice today,” he answered, looking out the window of the café.

You followed his gaze; the sky did look extra pretty that day.

Just like that, as if something suddenly clicked in his head, Wonwoo cleared up both of your drinks from the table and stood up. Your gaze continued to follow his movement, not understanding what he was trying to do. After he put the glasses on the designated counter, he returned to your table and looked at you expectantly.

“What?”

“You don’t have anything to do, right?”

You nodded.

“Let’s go for a walk?”

You could still remember the sound of your soft gasp and the small smile on Wonwoo’s face that day.

But was that the day you fell in love with Wonwoo? You couldn’t remember.

Because Wonwoo was fairly popular due to his look, his good grades, and his cool demeanor (what a fair world we live in, right?), on the third semester of university, there was a rumor going around about Wonwoo having a girlfriend. Kim Jennie from architecture, you still remembered vividly.

You were with Hansol and Seokmin in the library when you heard about it the first time.

“Are you really dating Kim Jennie? THE Kim Jennie?” Seokmin asked the moment Wonwoo came and sat down beside him, not even saying hi to the guy.

You shook your head at your friend, though you couldn’t say you weren’t curious. Your relationship with Wonwoo was… weird. At times it felt like you’re the only girl he genuinely cared for and took care of, and at another it felt like it was just a one-time thing.

You didn’t want to make things awkward between the two of you, though, so you usually just let him do whatever he wanted to; even playful flirting that got your heart beating too fast for your liking. Maybe you were just looking too much into things. Maybe.

Nevertheless, you couldn’t lie and say the rumor didn’t prick your heart even a little. You had heard of Jennie, but who had not? Since the very beginning of university life, her name had been everywhere; because she was so pretty despite the rumor of her being rude (which was totally wrong because your friend was close with her and had said otherwise), she was one of the prettiest girls in the university with her lowest grade being an A minus (or that’s how people said, you never actually knew her). Fitting girl for Jeon Wonwoo, you thought.

The tall guy sighed annoyingly, instead looking at you and Hansol. “Where’s Seungkwan?”

“He didn’t feel like attending class today so he went out with Chan. So, are you?” Seokmin answered instead, still not letting go of his question.

You turned to Hansol, pretending not to be interested in the topic. He was the one you’re least close with and, compared to others, you didn’t talk to him that much.

Hansol majored in music and it had always fascinated you the way he kept a lyrics book with him at all time; just in case inspiration strikes, he once said. This was one of those times, you guessed, seeing the way his hand didn’t stop writing lines after lines.

“You have a really pretty way with words,” you said out of nowhere, gaze still on his notebook, making them all turn to you.

The guy looked at you and tilted his head to the side, his fingers stopped writing. “You mean these unfinished lyrics?”

You nodded, still staring at his messy handwriting.

Then, after a beat. “Oh, I’m sorry. Am I not supposed to look at them?”

Hansol chuckled and shook his head, a smile on his face. “No, it’s okay. I’m glad you think they are pretty.”

You just smiled at him, telling him they really were pretty and you just pointed it out, anyone else would do the same. Hansol grinned, making your smile bigger, oblivious to Wonwoo’s stare and his clenched fists under the table.

A few days after that, you were still at the library after class ended because you had a lot of assignments and it was one of those days when you felt productive.

Stretching your arms, you cracked your neck after two long hours of doing assignments. Looking at your phone, it’s almost 6PM now and library was going to close in a few hours. You looked over the table, messy with your books and a few papers. Sighing to yourself, you buried your head in your arms to rest for a while before finishing up your works and made your way back home.

You’re not sure how long did you rest for, but when you sat straight, the first thing you realized was your stuffs on the table had been tidied up. You checked your phone: 6:47. You fell asleep for roughly 45 minutes, then.

Glancing at the papers that were organized neatly, you noticed a sticky note at the very top, recognizing the handwriting right away.

put your stuffs together

when you’re napping

call me when you’re awake?

You smiled at the note, reading it over and over again. Dialing Wonwoo’s number as you put your stuffs into your bag, you could hear the dialing tone from your earphones.

Once. Twice.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” he greeted you.

“I’m going to let that past because you helped me organize my stuffs,” you said, getting up from your seat.

Wonwoo laughed a little, making you warm inside. “Are you going back now?”

“Mhm,” you hummed. “Maybe get some snack on the way. Why?”

“Wait for me in front of the library, I’ll take you home,” he said, and you could hear him rustling from the other side.

You shook your head as if he could see you. “No, it’s okay. I can go back alone.”

“Always so stubborn,” he grumbled, more to himself than to you.

“I can hear you, you know,” you told him, stopping in your track and leaning on the wall near you.

“You were meant to hear that. Wait for me, okay?”

You sighed, knowing Wonwoo wouldn’t back down. “Where are you anyway?”

“Engineering building.”

“That’s a long way to the library. Let’s just meet at the front gate. Nearer for both me and you,” you negotiated. Wonwoo let out a defeated yes and a ‘see you’ before you hung up on him.

Going out of the library, you saw Hansol in front of the door, busy with his phone.

“Hansol?” you greeted him, making the guy jump in surprise.

You laughed, apologizing for surprising him.

“Why are you here?” you asked.

“Ah, I had a group assignment and just finished like five minutes ago,” he said, putting away his airpod as you did the same. “You?”

“Oh, I was doing assignment, too,” you told him. “And… kinda fell asleep after I finished.”

The handsome guy laughed, relating with you. “Are you going home?”

“Yeah, Wonwoo asked to wait for him at the front gate,” you said, sighing.

“Let’s go together, then. I was going to go, too, anyway.”

You nodded and then fell into steps beside him. This was probably the first time you had ever been with Hansol alone, and even though you thought it would be uncomfortable (because of your awkward nature), Hansol didn’t seem to be bothered.

“So, did you finish your project?” you asked just to break the silence.

“Yup,” he answered. “Just needed to go over everything and check if all is good. You?”

“I finished everything except for one. Which is good, I guess. One of those days, you know?”

Hansol nodded, understanding what you meant. “When you’re just suddenly productive, yeah? I would understand.”

You chuckled at his response, and as you talked some more with him, the university gate was getting closer now, and you could see Wonwoo’s tall figure leaning on the wall near the gate. You could make out another figure near him, apparently talking to him though you couldn’t tell who. It was a girl though.

“Is that your friend?” Hansol asked, following your gaze.

“Huh?” you turned to him. “No, I don’t know her.”

As you and Hansol made your way there, you finally realized who Wonwoo was talking to. Kim Jennie. It was weird, the way your heart suddenly felt heavy for no reason at all.

No, you tried to tell yourself. You did not like Wonwoo that way.

“Oh? Hansol?” Wonwoo said first. You didn’t even realize you had reached the gate.

“Yo,” the guy greeted simply. He turned to Jennie, nodding in acknowledgement as you did the same, smiling awkwardly. Jennie seemed to be suppressing a grin though you’re not sure why that didn’t make you feel good.

“Why are you here?” Wonwoo asked, standing straight now, his hand gripping his backpack.

“I met her in front of the library,” he shrugged, getting his airpod case out again.

When Hansol went to say goodbye, you’re not sure what made you latch onto the sleeve of his hoodie, making him stay put.

Both Hansol and Wonwoo turned to you in confusion.

“Oh… uh…” you said, letting go of his hoodie. “Are you going home? Why don’t you join me and Wonwoo? We are going to get some snacks along the way.”

Wonwoo blinked once. Then twice. Not sure why he’s gaping at your words.

“Thank you. I promised to eat with my sister, though. Some other time?” Hansol said apologetically.

You nodded at him, telling him to be careful on his way.

“Well,” Jennie suddenly said, looking at her phone. “I gotta go now, told my mom I would get home before 8.”

Wonwoo nodded at her words and you just stood there, not sure what to do. She really was pretty.

“It was nice finally meeting you,” Jennie said, turning to you.

“Me?” You asked, making sure she was talking to you.

The girl nodded, a playful smile on her face as she stole a glance at Wonwoo who’s looking annoyed. “I’ve heard a lot of nice things about you.”

You blinked, did your friend talk about you to Jennie? “Uh… thank you? I’ve heard a lot about you from Nayeon, too.”

Jennie giggled and shook her head, though you didn’t know what she found funny.

“Didn’t you say you were going?” Wonwoo said bluntly, making you turn to him in surprise.

“Don’t be rude,” you hissed at him, a frown on your face as you hit his shoulder.

“Heh, I’m used to it.” That was meant to tell you his words didn’t hurt her, you realized. Though to your ears it meant that they’re close enough for her not to be affected by it.

“Anyway, I’m really going now. Have fun you two,” she said, winking at you.

You just smiled weakly, waving your hand.

“Let’s go?” Wonwoo asked. You just sighed as you nodded.

You definitely remember, though, at this point, even if you were still in denial, your feelings for Wonwoo had already bloomed. Bigger and bigger.

“I think we have a different thing in mind when I said snack, Woo,” you told him as you stared at the full tray in front of you both.

“McDonald’s IS snack. Plus, I ordered nuggets for you so that should be… snack enough,” he grinned as he unwrapped his burger.

You just sighed, as you ate some french fries. “Why were you still at uni at this hour, anyway?”

“Helping Youngjae with his club stuff,” he answered after he’s done chewing.

“With Jennie too?” you asked timidly, hoping you didn’t sound jealous or anything.

He shook his head and put his hand up, as if telling you to wait. You chuckled, telling him to finish his food first before you continue your conversation.

“Met her at the front gate and we talked for a while as I waited for you.”

You rested your chin on your hand, looking at him as your other fingers were absentmindedly drumming the table.

“How did you know her, anyway?” you tried to sound as uninterested as you could, but even to your ears you sounded somewhat tense.

Wonwoo sipped his drink before answering. “She’s a distant cousin. Didn’t we go over this the other day with Seokmin?”

The weight lifted off your chest was uncalled for and you had to bit your lip to stop yourself from smiling too wide.

“Oh, I wasn’t listening, I think?” you grinned sheepishly.

Wonwoo abruptly stopped eating, putting down his food with a frown on his face.

“When did you start getting close with Hansol, anyway?”

You twirled the straw of your cola, not sure how to answer him.

“Did I?” you asked. “Get closer to him, I mean. I just accidentally met him earlier. Didn’t mean to walk with him. He offered to walk together, sooooooo, why not?”

Wonwoo wasn’t sure why your nonchalance annoyed him.

“Would it be bad, though? To get closer to him?” you genuinely asked.

“No, I guess. Was just wondering,” he mumbled before he picked up his food again.

“Well, I wouldn’t say I got closer to him,” you shrugged, eating your nuggets.

You didn’t notice the way his shoulder visibly relaxed, a smile broke out on his face.

After that, Wonwoo ‘forced’ you to go to a pop-up night market you stumbled upon on your walk home, his hand gripping yours because “can’t afford losing you here,” he said. You prayed he didn’t see your cheeks turning pink and your hand holding his a little tighter.

Did that count as your first date with Wonwoo? You’d like to think so.

On your semester break before the fifth semester began, you got a text from Kang Seulgi, one of the few high school friends you still kept on contact with, that the people from your 12th grade class decided to have a mini reunion dinner. According to her, there would only be 15 people max., the rest either already had plans that day, or couldn’t come because they’re outside the city.

Naturally, you went with Wonwoo.

When you arrived at the restaurant, it was Seulgi who greeted you first, telling you how prettier you had become and simply waved at Wonwoo beside you.

You smiled at the rest of the table as they waved hello at you. There were approximately six people including Seulgi, you could see Park Jinyoung and Im Jaebum, two people Wonwoo used to hang out together with.

You went to sit beside Seulgi, three seats on her side still empty. When Wonwoo moved to sit beside you instead of the guys, you rested your hand on his arm to stop him from pulling the chair.

“You can sit with the guys, you know? I’m okay with Seulgi,” you told him, reassuring him it’s okay.

“I’ll put my coat here, okay? I’ll sit with you,” he said instead, putting his coat on the chair beside you. He ruffled your hair slightly before he went to talk with the guys, making you glare at him childishly.

“Are you dating him?” Seulgi whispered once Wonwoo was out of earshot.

You blinked at her, confused. “No? We go to the same university so we’ve gotten close because we’re in the same circle.”

“He cares for you a lot, doesn’t he?” she giggled, and you just shook your head at her playfulness. Glad to know she didn’t change.

“We’re not in that kinda relationship, Seul, really,” you told her, feeling the pang on your chest.

You weren’t lying, of course. But whatever between you and Wonwoo since that night months ago had been… confusing. Even Seokmin noticed the way you both got incredibly closer after that night and you just distracted him by changing the topic altogether.

“Sure, if that’s what you say,” she said, not wanting you to feel like she’s forcing you to tell her anything. “Now how have you been?

The night went on like that, when the last few people were yet to arrive, everyone decided to just order first rather than wait any longer. Wonwoo finally came back and sat beside you, the seat beside him was still empty.

“Are you having fun?” he asked, taking a gulp of water, one of his arms naturally rested behind you on top of your seat and you could feel his warmth by the way he’s sitting close to you.

“It has only been thirty minutes, Woo,” you chuckled at him. “But it’s been fun catching up, I guess.”

“Now that’s big coming from you who don’t like socializing,” Wonwoo teased, and you just stuck your tongue out in return.

“As if you’re a people person yourself,” you said, scrunching your nose.

He chuckled, agreeing with you. “Tell me when you want to go home, okay?”

“You do know you don’t have to walk me home every time, right? You can stay if you want,” you reminded him.

“Of course, I know. I kind of want to, though.” He winked playfully, before turning from you, someone calling his name.

Seulgi snickered beside you. “So much for not being in that kinda relationship,” she teased, noticing the tip of your ears getting red.

After an hour or two of eating and catching up here and there, the guys asked if anyone want to go for a second round to the karaoke. A lot said yes, though, to be honest you already felt tired and would rather go home to the comfort of your blanket.

“I think I’ll pass,” you told Seulgi, everyone was in front of the restaurant, waiting to see who would go and who wouldn’t.

Seulgi nodded, understanding you completely.

Wonwoo was talking to Kwon Soonyoung and Wen Junhui when he noticed you approaching. You smiled at the other two and they waved happily at you.

“I’ll go home. You should go and enjoy the night with them,” you said, encouraging him to stay.

“Are you sure?” he asked softly, not wanting to let you go alone.

“Go have fun. You see me almost everyday, anyway. Aren’t you bored of me already?” you said jokingly.

“I’ll walk you to the bus stop, okay? Then I’ll join them.”

“Woo—”

“I said I will walk you home and I couldn’t so at least let me walk you to the bus stop, yeah?” he said, and you let out a sigh as you fondly smiled at him.

“Okay, okay. If that makes you happy,” you said in defeat though you couldn’t deny his action brought butterflies to your stomach.

“So did the girlfriend let you come with us?” Soonyoung suddenly asked from beside you, making you jump at the title.

Wonwoo just laughed, though, not denying anything. “I’m just going to walk her to the bus stop and join you later.”

Soonyoung gave you a thumb up, then told Wonwoo he’d text him the location later.

“Let’s go?” he said after waving to some people who also decided not to go.

You smiled at him, latching onto his arm. “Let’s go.”

That wasn’t the time you fell for Wonwoo. But you knew you were already screwed then.

“Now why are you smiling to yourself like that?” Wonwoo asks, sitting beside you on the sofa.

You turn to him, a grin gracing your face. “Just… reminiscing.”

“About?” he asks again, though glad that you seem happy.

“Us,” you simply answer, laying your head on his shoulder as his arm automatically wrap around your waist.

Wonwoo chuckles, kissing the top of your head.

“I love you, you know?” he says instead, looking down at you.

You look back at him, meeting his eyes.

“I know.”

You know for sure you’re so deeply in love with him now, though.

long A/N ahead!

hi guys! happy new year! I just wanted to thank you for simply enjoying my works until now. I started this blog for my escape, and I’m more than thankful that it has somehow turned into another people’s, too. But, I think this might be the last work for a long time. I don’t know if I’ll be back to writing again; or if I do it would be when I suddenly had the urge to.

As I said, I started this as my own self-indulgence blog. I write for me. But, as I received your love and support without expecting any, I think I might have lost my root along the way. Even if I said I write mostly for me, without realizing, I started expecting feedbacks and stuffs, not knowing whether I have the... right? to expect so. And when I don’t, I’d suddenly think maybe I’m just not that good after all :/ it’s a far-fetched logical leap, I know, and that’s something I’d have to work on before I start being active writing again.

I just want to thank you who has ever dropped by and give me comments, asks, messages to tell me things about my works, reblogs, likes, or even simply took your time to simply read! You have no idea how much you made my day everytime I looked at the notification bar and see someone saying how much they liked my writing. 

I hope you 2021 will be kinder to you! 

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It'll Always Be You

Lee Felix × reader; angst, but with a fluffy ending; 2923 words; lovers to exes and back

A/N So Felix has me feeling all sorts of things today, bc of how good he looked during the performance. So here's a scenario for our Sunshine!

"Here's your order and have a nice day," you smile to the female customer in front of you, before handing a pack of cookies to her child. Once the leave, you let out a sigh and look at your best friend who's cleaning the counter next to you. "All done for today!," you exclaim, to which your friend looks up and smiles, before taking off and folding her apron. "So, what are your plans for tonight?," she asks, making you give her a knowing look. She to her eyes before saying, "How long are you gonna stay cooped up inside your house? The break up was two years ago for heaven's sake, you need to start living your life again." "Hey, I am living my life, it's just that, unlike you, I am not interested in going out and meeting new people every day. I meet enough strangers while working here, so there's no need to go clubbing daily," you shrug.

When all she does in reply is pout, you chuckle and say, "Okay, how about we go for a movie tomorrow? My treat." Her face lights up at that, and she gives you a tight hug before saying, "I really want to meet your ex once though, just so I can break his nose." You giggle "Oh he's dead and gone."

Oh, if only you knew.

Once you send your friend off, you start tidying up your little bakery up. This was the place that helped you get over your breakup, which had been messy to say the least. You had immersed yourself fully in your work, because you knew it was one thing that would never hurt you or break your trust.

You sigh lovingly at the memories of setting up and running your bakery, turning your back against the front door. And just as you are reminiscing you hear the door open, causing you to turn. The moment you do so, however, you regret it, because standing there, staring at you wide-eyed, is your ex, otherwise known as Stray Kids' Lee Felix. You both continue to stare at each other for a while, before he finally breaks the silence (and your trance) by whispering, "Y/N."

You clear your throat, and say, "I'm sorry, but we're closed for the day." He rushes to the and hurriedly replies, "Please, it's rather urgent. My friend Hyunjin is really craving some blueberry pie, and he refuses fo join practice before I bring him what he wants." "I told you, I'm sorry, but I can't help you today. You can come back tomorrow though," you say, not looking into his eyes. "Please Y/N, Chan hyung is getting really angry, he's gonna ground me along with Hyunjin," Felix reasons, and you find yourself giving in to his pleading eyes and pouty lips.

"Fine, wait a minute," you say, making him crack a smile. Boy have you missed that smile of his, you think, before mentally slapping yourself for still not being able to resist him, even though he broke your heart to pieces when he broke up with you over the phone two years ago, telling you that he could no longer do long distance with you being all the way in Australia. It wasn't the breakup that hurt you though, it was the fact that he had found someone better and closer to him, or so he said.

Little did you know, though, that the company had he had never really found anyone else, that he didn't want to find anyone else. The company had made him lie to you when they came to know he was secretly dating. He tried to put up a fight, but the company started threatening him about the group facing consequences. He knew you'd see right through him if he told you the truth, so he had to lie to you in order to make you hate him, just so you could move on in life. He meant well, but he never knew he hurt you so bad that you'd give up on dating and love altogether.

"Here you go," you say while handing him his parcel. He thanks you, while contemplating if he should make small talk. Mustering up the courage, he asks, "How have you been?", while looking down. "Fine," you reply, "Congrats on the comeback." His head snaps up at that, as he says, "I didn't know you knew I had a comeback," "It was all over the news, Felix. Stray Kids are really making it big," you swallow before adding, "Your partner must be really proud of you," complete with a fake smile plastered on your face.

Felix winces at your words, not knowing what to say. In the end, he settles with, "How long have you been running this bakery?" "Since about a month after we broke up." When he gives you a confused expression, you sigh and add, "I was kinda already about to move to Seoul when you told me that you had found someone else. I was gonna surprise you, but you ended up surprising me instead."

"Y/N, I-I never knew. I'm so sorry, I-," he says, but you cut him off. "I-I t-think you should leave," you say, with tears threatening to spill. "Let me explain, please. I swear I'll come clean, please, just give me a chance." "No Felix, I can't give you any chance, you blew it up when you hurt me so bad that it made scared of ever loving again. Please.....j-just go," you say, shutting your eyes close. Dejected, he turns around to leave, but not before saying, "I'm sorry," one more time. Once he leaves, you sink down to the floor, crying. "Why did you have to ruin me so bad?," You whisper.

You don't, however, notice that just outside the door, Felix too, is crying hysterically as he gets into his car.

Upon reaching the JYP building, Felix rushes to the washroom to try and dry his eyes and hide any signs that he's been crying. "I still love you. I never stopped, but gosh, why did I have to be such an idiot to let you go? And that too, in the worst way possible?," he says to his reflection in the mirror, thinking back to your broken expression. Slamming his fist against the sink, he curses at himself.

Once he's finally sobered up a little, Felix goes back to the practice room to give Hyunjin his pie. Though he has half a mind to just call in sick and go home and weep, he knows the group needs him. "Here you go, Hyun," he forces a smile onto his face when Hyunjin thanks him. Chan notices his slumped shoulders, but shrugs it off as tiredness. "Now that everyone is satisfied, can we get back to practice?," he asks. Once all the boys agree, rehearsals begin again, but Felix can't find it in himself to focus. He keeps making mistakes, which finally results in Chan stopping the music, grabbing his hand, and taking him out the practice room and to his studio.

"What is it, Lix? You've been distracted ever since you came back from the bakery. Come on, I know something is bothering you, it isn't like you to lose focus. Tell me what it is," Chan says, sternly but gently, his concern for the younger boy evident. "It's nothing, hyung. I'm just tired," Felix tries to evade the question, but Chan presses on. "I'm not buying that, and I'm not gonna have you distracted during performances or practices, either. I can't risk you injuring yourself or any of the boys, so I'm saying again. Spit. It. Out. Leader's orders."

Felix sighs, running a hand through his hair. After a pause, he finally says, "I saw Y/N today. The bakery, it is owned by them." Chan's eyes go wide at this, since he's the only one who knows the circumstances under which you both broke up, and is also the only one who knows about how much Felix regrets letting you go, in the worst possible way. "What happened? Were they....rude to you? Or did they do something?" "What? No hyung, they were nothing but nice to me. We made small talk, and they told me that they were planning to surprise me by moving to Seoul, when I broke up with them. I hurt them so bad that they are scared of ever loving again," Felix says, taking shaky breaths between sentences as tears welled up in his eyes again.

"I messed up so bad hyung, you know I still love them. They're the nicest, most perfect, most lovable person I've ever known, and I damaged them so badly, gosh I feel so guilty," he breaks down again, causing Chan to wrap his arms around him, giving him a shoulder to cry on. Once Felix calms down, Chan says, "You know what you have to do now, right?" "What do you mean?"

"You say you still love them. You say you're guilty. But instead of telling these things to me, you need to tell this to them. Apologize to them, tell them the whole story. Tell them there was never anyone else, and that it's always been them. You didn't fight for them back then, because you were worried for us. But you can fight for them now, because we got your back. Win them back, Lix. Make up for your mistake."

"B-but hyung, why would they ever want to take me back again? I've been nothing but a jerk to them." "Well, in that case, you can't blame them. But they deserve to at least know the truth. They deserve to know that your intentions were not wrong. If they choose to walk away after that, they will at least have had gotten closure. Who knows, it might help them muster the courage to go out and love again. You owe this to them, Lix."

Chan succeeded in knocking some sense into Felix, as the next day, the younger boy found himself in front of your bakery, preparing a long speech explaining why he did what he did to you. He's so engrossed in his thoughts that he doesn't notice your best friend walk out the bakery and stand next to him. "Uhm, are you okay?," she asks, surprising him. "O-oh, uh-uhm, yeah," says Felix, while noticing her uniform, that's identical to yours. "Do you work with Y/N?" "Yeah, we're friends and partners, and on most days, we work together. But they called in sick today, and told me they'd cover the evening shift. How do you know them though?"

To this, Felix finds himself at a loss for words, but he figures if he's gonna come clean to you, he needs an ally. And what better person than your best friend? So he takes down his mask slightly, making your friend gasp in response. "You Felix from Stray Kids! What are you doing here?" "I-I came here to meet Y/N. We broke up two years ago due to a mistake I made, but I need to explain things to them. They deserve to know the truth." He looks up to see your friend glaring at him, as she says, "That was you? You broke my best friend's heart? How could you? I'm not letting you anywhere near them, you jerk"

"Please, just give me 5 minutes, and I'll explain everything to you. Then you can decide if I deserve one more chance." When your friend doesn't say anything, Felix launches into his own version of things, explaining himself and his actions. Once he's done, your friend is still glaring at him, but he notices a smile tugging at her lips.

"You have been nothing but a complete and utter jerk to them. And honestly, you deserve to get your ass kicked by them. But I know that they still love you, and the way you are repenting what you did tells me that you love them too. So I give you my blessing. They'll be here in the evening at 6, be here before then." Felix hugs her super tight at that, with the biggest smile plastered on his face while thanking her. She adds, "But if you hurt them again, I swear I'm gonna murder you with my own two hands." "It won't come to that, I promise."

Felix arrives at the bakery at 10 minutes to six, and the moment he enters, your friend shoves him into the kitchen, asking him to stay there till you come. Once she leaves, he starts pacing up and down, raking his hand nervously through his hair. He tries to prepare what he is going to say, but gives up when he realizes that it would all go out the window when he sees you.

Meanwhile, the moment you step inside the bakery, your friend pretends to be busy setting stuff up on the counter, and asks you to bring in some things from the kitchen. Unassuming, you start walking towards the kitchen doors, when she notices your swollen eyes and exclaimed "Babe, have you been crying?" You muster up a fake smile and tell him that it's just you not feeling well, but unknown to you, Felix heard your friend, and guilt washes over him again. But he doesn't have time to wallow in it, as soon after, you step in.

The way your expression morphs into one of pure sadness breaks his heart into a million pieces, and when you say, "What more do you want from me?" while holding back tears, it takes everything in him to stop from falling to his knees and begging forgiveness. He tries to speak, but you hold up a finger, indicating you aren't finished. "Now that you've found me again, was it not enough for you to have me admit that what you did to me made me stop believing in love? Do you even want to rub it in my face by telling me how happy your are with your partner? If that is so, then please, just get lost, I'm begging you."

Tears are now streaming down your face, and Felix finds himself saying, "Just please. Let me explain. You deserve to know the truth and my feelings and intentions. If after that, you want me to leave, I swear, you will never have to see me again." You can't look at him, but when you don't reply, he says, "I promise that this is the real truth behind what I did. Please hear me out. I lied when I said I had found someone else. There is no 'someone else,' and there never will be one. The only person I've loved, the only person I still love, is you. It'll always be you."

"The company made me break up with you, and threatened me that the group will face consequences if I didn't do as they had asked. I that that if I outright told you the real reason, it would hurt you. And so, I decided to lie to you in order to make you hate me, even if it broke my heart. But never did I ever think that it would damage you so badly, and I know I've been stupid, but I can't help but ask for you to forgive me, and give me one last chance. I know I've been a total jerk to you, and even now, I'm being nothing but selfish, but I just want you to know that I still love you. I'll understand if you want nothing to do with me, and I'll walk away forever. But you deserved to get closure, and I hope that if you do choose to give up on me, you will now be able to love again, and trust again."

By the time he stops talking, the both of you are sobbing hard. You ask him, "Are you done?" When he nods, you say, "You say that you will walk away if I choose to give up on you. But do you really think I'll be able to give up on you? If I couldn't stop loving you even when you broke up with me in the cruelest way possible, what makes you think I'll stop loving you now that I know that you went through the same pain as me? You knew what the truth was, and you still had to hide it. I can only imagine how hurtful that must have been, Felix. I hate myself for believing your stupid lie, for ever doubting the love you had for me. I'm sorry, and I forgive you."

Felix looks up at you, surprised. It takes him some time to process your words, and when he does, he asks you, "What does that mean....for us?" To this, you shyly reply, "Well, I never stopped loving you, and if you didn't either, then should we give us another try?" Felix smiles the brightest he has in ages, as he slowly comes closer to you. Cupping your face, he wipes off your tears, as you proceed to do the same. "I promise I'll never let you go again," he says softly. You giggle and say, "You'd do well to keep that promise," before biting your lip.

"Is it okay if I kiss you?," he asks. You nod in response, causing him to gently place his lips on yours. And for the first time in a while, you feel like you're home.

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[thatsarcasticgemini]

hi! I was wondering if I could request a fluffy Ash imagine. I was wondering if it could be related to the song Talk to You by Ricky Montgomery. I had the idea that maybe Ash and y/n knew each other from his hometown and they had feelings for each other but never acted on it and they were close friends but lost contact with each other and then they found their way back but he was afraid of talking to her again bc he didn't think she remembered him but she does remember him and they're both happy

I sure can. I am so so sorry about the super duper long wait. My mental health failed me. I didn't really have time for anything. Thank you so so much Nonnie. I am in love with your idea. So here you have it. I used she/her pronouns. Hope you like it! I switched it up a bit, feel free to scold me if needed :)

The new us

Ash Lynx x fem!reader

Tokyo was a very busy city. You could see so many faces on the street, so many people waiting to get on the metro and just...so many people in general. Ash often felt overwhelmed, especially when he saw a face that reminded him of someone from his childhood. That was until he saw a very familiar face.

He was already running late to a photoshoot. It was on the other side of the city. As he was passing building after building, he happened to look inside a small cafe. The glass was clear enough to see the faces of the people inside. And there he saw her. Stopping in his tracks, he leaned closer to the glass to take a better look. She had some sort of apron with some animals and flowers on it. On her left strap was a pin made from a bottle cap and on her right was another pin made from a really really old bullet.

Summer was a very hot season. Being in the countryside didn't make it any better. The river side was packed with kids and young teens. The water was a source of relief for everyone. 10 year old Ash didn't like getting naked. He also knew he would suffer some pretty bad consequences if he came home to his father with wet clothes. The little 8 year old girl holding his hand was a lot happier than him. Her smile was so big, it almost made Ash smile as well. But nothing about his other surroundings was happy, so he chose to keep his happiness internal. Some teens 2-3 years older than him were looking at them, some laughing, some pointing, but somehow she didn't really seem to mind all that much. He really really wanted to punch them, but the peak of his "punching them so hard they faint" feeling was when a 14 year old boy named William Wills, who was known for tormenting younger girls, yelled out to her.

"Hey! Y/N! Did you guys pay each other? Like...how much does he owe you now, since you look so much better. Look at those doe eyes. Do you have the same big eyes when you go down on him?"

Ash got what he meant and was ready to trow some punches, but looking down at her very confused face, he realized that what William had said to her just now, to her 8 year old innocent happy mind, didn't really make any sense. If he punched him, he would have to explain to her why. Her mind wouldn't be as happy if she knew. She might as well look at him with disgust if she knew what had gone down in the home just up the hill. So he opted for a safer option: pulling her closer and kissing the top of her head. She let out a very childish squeal and moving her head to look up at him.

"Ash...why?" "Cause i wanna keep you safe. Also...cause you are my only friend." "But what about Griff? You said you are best friends." "We still are. But you can be my other bestfriend. Two is always better than one." Ash was smiling down at her, but her face was getting a little sad, her smooth forhead twisting in a sad frown. "But you are my only friend." Tears were almost spilling from her big eyes and it hurt him so much. He really had to say that hm? Yeah, good job Ash! "Y/N, Griff is my brother. He doesn't really count. If you had sibling they would be you other best friends too. Out of other children, you are my only best friend. I'm sorry. Here! Have this. I made it myself."

Ash reached the pocket of his jeans, taking off a pin made from an old bullet. Giving it to her, he pressed one more kiss to her hairline. She looked at the bullet and smiled ever so brightly, the events with the Wills boy already forgotten.

He knew he had a job, but she was there. She was right in front of him. The photoshoot could wait for a day. The company was small, they could wait, they needed him, not the other way around. He toom the blazer off and went in. The coffee shop was cute. It fit the person he rememberd her to be. He sat down at a random table and looked over the menu. Aroound 5 minutes into his stay, a girl popped out of nowhere. She had piercings everywhere, her hair was messy. She looked nice, but she wasn't the one he was looking for.

"You ready to order?" "I...uhm...I was looking for..." "It's ok Amaya, I'll take care of it for him." There she was. He let out a sigh. Oh shit wait. What if she didn't know who he was. He shouldn't say anything anyway.

"Just a blueberry tea with a white chocolate cookie please." "Are you going to pretend not to know who I am? Fine by me. Coming right up sir." He tried grabbing her wrist, but she shook him off. "Wait. Y/N please. It's been what 10 years since..." "12 years since you left me. A blueberry tea and a white chocolate cookie coming right up." "Listen, i know you're upset and you didn't deserve that but let me..." "...make it up to you? Not gonna happen Aslan, don't wanna see you again. Don't know why I started that convo."

"Ash, you don't have to leave!" "I so do. I am so done with this shitty town. I'm leaving for the big city. I can have a life there. This place is a dump. And the people here can go kill themselves." She didn't seem to approve of his statement, looking up at him with a tear stained face.

"You said i was your best friend. So why would you be friends with a bad person and then leave. Ash please stay! We can leave when we are older. We can go together then. Please don't leave me!" "Not everything is about you ok? Did you ever stop to consider what happened to me? Did you ever think about how it made me feel?" "You always say that you prtect me from what happened to you, but you've never told me what it was. Ash, tell me. Don't leave like this." "No. I won't tell you. You're nine. You wouldn't get it" "How would you know?" "I just do, Y/N. Drop it. Let go of my arm! I'll miss the bus." "No! I love you Ash. You're my only friend. I'll rip the flannel holding onto you if i have to."

And with that, Ash pulled himself away from her, taking off his backpack and flannel and throwing the shirt at her. Turning on his heel, he ran to the bus stop, getting on the bus, not even waving her goodbye, leaving the young girl on her knees, crying.

"I want to tell you..." "No no no no. You don't have the right to want anything at all. You have the right to go to hell. You told me nothing back then and now I don't want you to say anything." "You have to listen to me. I was a kid. I was afraid. I was alone." "Like hell you were. I was with you. You were all I had. But don't worry. 'you wouldn't get it'. Well i did get it after you left. I got everything you said that day. But not from you. From William fucking Willis and his friends while they were pulling on my shirt and throwing sand in my eyes. Go to hell Aslan!" "Did they do anything to you?" "Wouldn't you like to know?" "Please let me talk. Let me tell you why I left. I had a good reason. Please, Y/N." "Funny how you are the pleading one now." "I'm going to wait here and follow you around for as long as it takes until you hear me out." "You hurt me and i don't want to talk to you. I took the cap pin you had on your flannel and tried to move on. Get out of the shop, go on the small alley on the left and wait there. You have five minutes to convince me. Five. And I decided wether we see each other again after that." "Yes, ma'am." That truly was all he needed. Just a second to have a small talk. The alley was not as bad as the ones is the USA are. This one was about as long as the shop, front and back room. She was as punctual as ever, two minutes and she was already in front of him.

"Get to talking, Aslan. Or Ash. Or whatever the hell they call you. Your five minutes begin now." "Right. I have no clue how to word this, but I am so sorry. After I left town I went to live in the city. But life for a kid with no money, little clothing items and no relatives to help is a tough life. A man came to me, he told me he had been watching me and knew I needed help. But the help he offered was a curse. Men came to see me whenever they felt like it, took turns using me, took pictures, recorded the entire ordeal, paid that man well and left. That was my life for years. I managed to break the cycle and got revenge on mostly everyone involved. I moved to Japan. I visited the town, well visited sounds as if it was fun, the right word is I went into town. I looked for you and asked around. They told me you moved to an aunt of yours as soon as you turned, what 13?" "Her name was Celeste, my great aunt. We moved to France for a couple years, but she died and left me just enough to move and get a good apartment. I moved to Japan on a whim. How did you end up here?" "A friend of mine, who was a huge support durring my revenge time. He told me to start fresh. It seems that I have moved on, all memories of my childhood forgotten. The truth is, I have been imagining this moment for years. The moment when I would see you again. I hoped you would hear me out, try to understand and maybe forgive me." "Forgiveness is something you have to earn, Aslan. I won't let you off the hook easily. I will make this as hard as I can. Just know that I heard you, I am trying to understand you and will try to forgive you." "Earn forgivene...you'll let me see you again? After today, i mean. We'll see each other again?" "My shift ends at 6 today. You can wait 7 more hours. I am planning on dancing tonight, so don't wear anything formal. We can talk over dinner. I'm not sure I understand how you got revenge on them, but I'll let you explain." "6, dance, nothing formal, dinner. Understood. I'll see you here." "I'll see you here, Ash."

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[themarauderstheoutsidersandpeggy]

Harry potter dating Sirius's daughter hcs??? 😆😆😆😄😄

god yes

no because your dad would be so happy??

“MY CHILD IS DATING MY BEST FRIEND’S CHILD OH MY GOD”

at first you tried keeping it quiet

because you weren’t sure how your dad would react, tbh

you were worried he wouldn’t want it, that it would be too weird to see his kid dating someone they were in diapers with

but

sirius finds out everything

you and harry are sitting on the couch in the common room, pretty late one night

and because there’s no one else there you’re able to get pretty close and not worry about making anyone uncomfortable

you’re actually sitting on his lap, facing him while your head rests on his shoulder

honestly you’re just sitting together, not talking, not studying, not listening to music, just drinking each other in

and remus, who did NOT tell you that he would be visiting staff/specific students for the day, walks in to see the two of you together

listen remus doesn’t panic okay

he’s so smooth about it

he just kinda smiles and is like ah i really do owe minerva 5 galleons

remus definitely spills the news to sirius

like i said before, sirius is ecstatic

he’s so glad that mini-sirius likes mini-james even more than he liked james 

he honestly feels like the two of you are carrying on the legacy of their friendship, even if it goes beyond friendship

harry might even start to live at grimmauld place (ignoring the protection thing from the books bc i think it’s dumb <3)

but sirius is a little wary of the two of you getting too close

probably lets you sleep in the same room, but puts your room close to his so that he can hear if anything intense happens

when you get older, it’s not so bad, but when you’re still underage he is not looking for any of that kind of thing to happen

probably crashes your dates because it’s just so fun

you’re going for a picnic? bring your giant black dog along, it’ll be fun!

probably helps the both of you with anniversary/birthday gifts

probably buys the two of you anniversary/birthday gifts lmao

couldn’t be more thankful that you two found happiness with each other, because again, it makes him feel like him and james are still friends and that their relationship is still thriving

it’s just such a familiar atmosphere for him being around someone so much like james and he couldn’t be happier that it’s you he found

:’)

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