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[kyllingtyme]

Hooty watched Eda pace around the living room for what had to be about the 27th and a quarter time, arguing with herself as she went.

“I know he can take care of himself, but he almost never leaves the tower, and it’s almost been a full day!” She raked her hands through her hair, wishing it was longer for a more grounding pull. “And he’s old - what if he’s tripped on a root, or fallen off his Palisman, and hurt himself, and that’s why his still not home?”

Stomping her foot with a frustrated groan, she snapped her fingers, summoning Owlbert to her as she headed for the open door. “That’s it, I’m gonna go find him - outta the way, Hooty.”

“But he told you to watch the house!” The tube argued, looping around Eda.

“Yer a big boy house, Hooty, you can watch yourself!”

[woniedarlin]

Two of a Kind

pairing: Soft! Jungwon x Soft fem! reader

synopsis: Everyone knows that Jungwon has a pure and innocent heart. So, when he’s seen with a female version of himself—everyone’s left wondering how the universe can handle two of them.

author's note: This was never planned to be written, but here we are! Happy reading ✨

caution: They cry over EVERYTHING. Cute moments? Tears. Sweet gestures? More tears. If you’re not ready for this emotional overload, proceed with caution!

permanent tag list: @sol3chu @chlorinecake @13tter @jung1w0n

Sequel

Jungwon was already known as the school’s most admired guy. He is polite, sweet, and with a smile that could melt hearts. But when you entered his life, everything changed. You were his perfect match: just as adorable, just as innocent, and just as over-the-top with emotions.

Your relationship quickly became legendary—not because of drama or fights, but because of how unapologetically cute you were together…. and perhaps a little dramatic… or maybe a lot…

One day during lunch, you sat across from Jungwon, absentmindedly tying your hair into a loose ponytail. Jungwon, however, had gone completely still. He sat with his spoon mid-air, staring at you like he’d just seen the most astonishing sight in the world. His eyes grew wide, his lips parted slightly, and his cheeks flushed pink.

Finally, you looked up, meeting his gaze. “What?” you asked, tilting your head in confusion.

Jungwon’s lips quivered as he let out the softest sniffle. “You’re… you’re so beautiful, it hurts,” he said, his voice cracking.

You blinked, caught off guard. “What are you—”

Before you could finish your sentence, you noticed his eyes glistening.

Actual tears. Forming.

“Jungwon!” you gasped, setting down your chopsticks and reaching across the table to grab his hand. “Why are you crying?”

“I don’t deserve you!” he wailed, covering his face with his free hand. His shoulders shook dramatically as he buried his head in his arms. “You’re too perfect!”

You stared at him, your mouth opening and closing in disbelief. For a moment, you were too stunned to react, but then it hit you—his words, tears, ridiculous sincerity.

“Oh no,” you muttered under your breath, feeling your own emotions welling up. “You’re so adorable, I can’t handle this!’’ To Jungwon’s shock, tears began streaming down your face, too. You clutched his hand tighter and sniffled loudly. “How are you even real? It’s not fair!”

Now, the two of you were full-on crying in the middle of the cafeteria, heads bowed and hands clasped together. Jungwon suddenly wiped his eyes and stood up. “I love you so much, I just—” His voice cracked, and he sat down again, clutching his chest dramatically like he couldn’t handle his emotions anymore.

You hiccupped through your tears, nodding at him. “Me too. I can’t—how are you so sweet?!”

The two of you returned to crying, oblivious to the whispers and amused stares around you. Your untouched plates of food sat forgotten on the table.

When the moment passed, and you finally calmed down, your eyes were red and puffy, and your hands were still clasped tightly together. Jungwon sniffled one last time, giving you a watery smile. “I just… I love you.”

You giggled through your sniffles, squeezing his hand. “I love you too.”

“They’re either the cutest couple ever or just plain insane,” someone whispered.

“Yeah, they’re definitely insane.”

But neither of you noticed—or cared.

🌷

One afternoon, your best friend floated an idea to have a double date with her boyfriend. You and Jungwon were immediately on board—how hard could it be? Except…neither of you realized that a double date was required…

Actual planning.

When the four of you arrived at the amusement park, things fell apart almost instantly. “Wait, you didn’t bring the tickets?” your friend’s boyfriend asked, his tone hovering between exasperation and disbelief.

Jungwon scratched the back of his neck, his sheepish smile doing nothing to hide the truth. “Uh… I thought you’d bring them,” he mumbled, glancing at you for backup.

You gasped, your eyes wide. “Me? I thought you’d bring them!”

The two of you exchanged horrified looks, realizing you had managed to mess up before the date even began. Your best friend sighed and pulled her wallet from her bag. “You two are so lucky you’re cute, or I’d leave you outside,” she muttered, going to the ticket booth to purchase tickets. Again.

🌷

After the amusement park fun, you and Jungwon found yourselves in an unexpectedly quiet corner of the park, your friends nowhere in sight. The two of you blinked around at the crowd, completely lost.

“Uh, where’d they go?” you asked, your voice confused.

Jungwon looked around, his eyes wide and innocent. “I thought we were just following them…”

You both turned in a full circle, eyes darting around as if someone might suddenly emerge from the crowd with a map or a sign that said, “This way to your friends!”

“I think… we might be lost,” you said, peering over at Jungwon, your brows furrowing.

Jungwon blinked back at you, his expression clueless. He had those big, boba eyes, “You think so?”

The two of you continued to look around, but it felt like the world was spinning in a dizzying blur, making it impossible to tell where anyone had gone. You caught sight of a hot dog cart and paused.

“Maybe we should just… get some snacks?” you suggested, still feeling a little lost but okay with it.

Jungwon’s eyes lit up at the mention of food. “Good idea! You know, I read somewhere that getting snacks makes everything better.”

You grinned at his enthusiasm, and together, you walked over to the cart, still holding hands. “Do you think we’ll ever find them?” you asked, tilting your head.

He nodded confidently (even though he had no idea where they were.) “Of course! We have snacks now. We’ll be okay.”

You both nodded as you shared a bite of your snack, still standing in the middle of a busy crowd, clueless but happy to be lost together. As you were about to ask him if he thought your friends would ever return, you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“There you are!” Your best friend waved at you both, laughing.

You and Jungwon turned around, blinking like two confused children, both of you still holding hands.

“Did you guys seriously just get lost?” she teased, looking between you two.

You both looked at each other, “I think so,” Jungwon said with a little shrug.

You then showed the food. “But we found snacks!”

Your friends laughed, but the two of you didn’t mind. Being lost wasn’t so bad when you had each other.

🌷

As you and Jungwon continued walking through the amusement park, your attention was momentarily caught by a man who passed by, looking incredibly well put together.

You glanced at him, a little shocked by how tall he was. Woah ( •͈૦•͈ )

Before you could say anything, Jungwon suddenly stopped in his tracks. His eyes widened as he quickly turned toward you, a flustered expression spreading across his face.

“W-what’s wrong?” you asked, slightly concerned.

Then…with no warning….

Jungwon spread his arms in front of you, practically blocking your view. “Don’t look! Don’t look at him!” he said, his arms wide as if trying to block out the entire world—especially the man walking ahead.

You blinked, completely confused at first. “What? Why? He’s just a guy…”

“No!” Jungwon’s face turned a bright shade of red. “He’s a man! A man! And you… you can’t look at him!”

“But Jungwon, it’s not like I—”

“No!” Jungwon interrupted, his eyes still fixed on you. “I’m the only man you should look at!” He pointed to himself dramatically, puffing out his chest

ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

“Are you seriously…?” you started to say, but then Jungwon’s expression made it even harder to stay serious.

“I’m serious!” he said with an exaggerated nod, keeping his arms outstretched. “I will protect you from all other men! You have no reason to look at anyone else!”

You giggled and stepped forward, warmly hugging him, “Only you.”

Jungwon smiled shyly, his arms slowly lowering as he hugged you back. “I’m just trying to protect my pretty girl.”

“Well, I appreciate it,” you said, grinning. “But I think I’m fine.”

He gave you a bashful smile. “I’ll be your shield forever.” Oh, Jungwon…

🌷

The only time you and Jungwon ever argued was over the silliest things.

Case in point: your 1st anniversary.

Jungwon showed up at your door, practically bouncing on his heels, his hands hidden behind his back. “Close your eyes!” he said, barely containing his excitement.

You laughed but did as you were told. “Okay, okay. They’re closed!”

After a moment of shuffling, he whispered, “Open them!”

When you did, your eyes fell on the cutest handmade pottery mug you’d ever seen!! (˃̣̣̥ᯅ˂̣̣̥)

“Surprise!” Jungwon said, grinning from ear to ear. “I made it myself in pottery class. See? It even has little hearts on it!” He held it out, his eyes shining with pride.

Your jaw dropped, your heart instantly melting at his effort. “You’re kidding,” you whispered, taking the mug from him. “You made this for me?”

Jungwon nodded enthusiastically. “Of course! I wanted to make something special for you.”

You stared at the mug. Then, with a gasp, you set it down and reached behind you. “But I was going to surprise you first!”

From your bag, you pulled out your gift: a scrapbook stuffed with pictures of the two of you, each page decorated with stickers, doodles, and handwritten notes. It was a labor of love you’d poured hours into creating.

Jungwon blinked at the scrapbook, then at you. His expression shifted from pride to confusion. “Wait…what?”

You crossed your arms. “I spent weeks working on this! I was supposed to surprise you!”

“But, baby,” Jungwon whined, “you can’t just out-surprise my surprise!”

You raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me? You’ll find that my scrapbook beats your wobbly little mug any day!”

“Wobbly?” Jungwon gasped dramatically, clutching his chest as if you’d mortally wounded him. “How dare you insult my craftsmanship! Do you know how hard it was to make that? I burned my hand on the kiln for you!”

You snorted. “Well, I stayed up three nights in a row cutting and pasting pictures, thank you very much!”

Jungwon’s eyes narrowed. “Alright, then. Let’s settle this. Who’s the better gift-giver? Me, with my heartfelt mug of love, or you, with your scrapbook of sentimental memories?”

“Obviously me,” you said, pointing your tongue at him.

He huffed, crossing his arms. “Fine. But I hope you know I’m keeping this scrapbook because it’s adorable.”

“And I’m keeping the mug because it’s precious,” you replied, softening as you placed it on the table.

Jungwon dramatically sighed and stepped closer, wrapping his arms around you. “I guess we both won.”

“Yeah,” you murmured, smiling into his chest. “But next time, let’s coordinate surprises. Deal?”

“Deal,” he said, leaning back to look at you. Then he grinned. “But you have to admit—my mug is better.”

You swatted his shoulder. “Don’t push your luck, pottery boy.”

🌷

For Jungwon’s birthday, you decided to bake him chocolate cake all by yourself, even though baking wasn’t exactly your strong suit.

When you arrived at his house, you held the cake box before you. Jungwon opened the door with a bright grin, but his expression softened into something almost reverent when he saw the box. “You… you made me a cake?” he asked, his voice soft with awe.

You nodded, suddenly shy. “It’s not perfect, but—”

“Let me see it!” He eagerly took the box, carefully opening it. His mouth dropped open when he laid eyes on the slightly uneven yet undeniably adorable cake.

“It’s so cute,” he whispered, his voice cracking.

You blinked, worried. “You think so? I know it’s a little messy, but—”

“It’s perfect,” Jungwon cut you off, his bottom lip trembling. “You made this for me. With your own hands. For me.” He looked at you, his eyes glistening like he was about to cry. Before you could react, he gently set the cake down on the table and hugged you tightly, burying his face in your shoulder.

“It’s perfect because you made it,” he murmured, his voice muffled and shaky.

“Wonie, don’t cry,” you said, laughing softly, even as you felt your own eyes start to sting. “It’s just a cake.”

“But you’re so thoughtful, and I don’t deserve you,” he said dramatically, pulling back just enough to look at you with tear-filled eyes.

That was it. Your heart couldn’t take it. He was too adorable and too sweet.

Before you knew it, tears were welling up in your eyes, too.

“You don’t deserve me?” you countered, sniffling. “What about you? You’re the sweetest, most precious person ever! How are you real?”

Jungwon blinked at you, his eyes wide and shiny. “Are you crying now?”

“I can’t help it!” you wailed softly. “You’re too cute!”

The two of you ended up crying (again) in his kitchen, this time over a cake. His mom walked in, looked at the scene, and sighed. “You two are hopelessly adorable,” she said, shaking her head and walking away. Her son really found his match.

🌷

Days later, as you and Jungwon walked home together, he suddenly stopped and turned to you. His expression was serious. “I have something to tell you,” he said, trembling.

You immediately panicked. “What is it? Did I do something wrong?”

“No!” he exclaimed. “It’s just… I love you so much, and sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever be good enough for you.”

Your heart melted instantly. “wonie, don’t be silly. I love you more than anything.”

He blinked at you, his cheeks flushing. “You mean it?”

“Of course!” you said. “But wait—did you stop me just to tell me that?”

Jungwon scratched his head sheepishly. “Well, I was also going to ask if you wanted to go to the new ice cream shop with me. But it sounded more romantic in my head.”

Laughing, you grabbed his hand. “Yes, dummy. I’ll go with you.”

Later, as you both shared a giant ice cream sundae, Jungwon suddenly sniffled and started tearing up again.

“wonie, now what?” you asked, half-laughing as you handed him a napkin.

“I’m just so happy,” he sniffled, his big boba eyes shining with tears. “You’re too perfect, it’s unfair.”

You blinked at him, your heart swelling. “Why are you crying?!”

“I don’t deserve you!” he wailed, covering his face with his hands, shoulders trembling slightly.

That’s when your tears started to form. “No, stop—don’t cry!”

“But—”

“Now you’re making me cry!” you interrupted, wiping your eyes with your sleeves as tears spilled over.

Jungwon peeked at you through his fingers, looking genuinely alarmed. “Wait, why are you crying?”

“Because you’re crying!” you sniffled. “And you’re too adorable; it’s not fair.”

Jungwon, despite his tears, suddenly let out a soft laugh. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered, reaching for another napkin and gently dabbing at your tears.

You hiccupped through your giggles, overseeing him dry your cheeks, only for him to realize he was still crying. “We’re hopeless,” you whispered, sniffling again.

Jungwon nodded solemnly. “Hopelessly in love.”

Jungwon paused, looked at you with that soft, adorable gaze, and leaned closer.

“Come here,” he murmured.

Before you could say anything, he pressed a long, gentle kiss to your lips. It was so soft and sweet that it fluttered your heart wildly in your chest.

You pulled back, wide-eyed, but grinning like an idiot. “wonie, you have ice cream on your lips.”

“Do I?” he asked innocently, licking his lips. “Must be from you then.”

You gasped, smacking his arm lightly as he laughed, clearly pleased with himself.

Who knew that two people so alike could be this cute together?

[tranquilreign]

at arms length II. | mini series

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pairing; jungkook/reader genre: ex best friends au! college au! warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, alcohol consumption, attempted assault word count: 2.4k tags: @whoa-jo @jungkookie-7 @thelilbutifulthings @foulmoneybathoagie-blog @darklove2020 @llallaaa (I was unsure if those that asked for a part two but didn't say about a tag wanted it, but I still did it nonetheless, I hope that's okay! <3)

🖋 synopsis

arm's-length (adj.) arh·z·length avoiding intimacy or close contact.

he lost everything when he lost you. now he'll do anything to make amends and set things right.

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Jungkook still remembered it like it was yesterday. Watching you walk away, slipping through his fingers. He so desperately wanted to follow you, but he knew you wouldn't listen to him. He had taken you for granted for so long, and now he realised just how much he needed you.

He couldn't sleep properly anymore, often falling asleep during classes. Eating was something that was far from his thoughts. He would pick at his food during break, or would have completely forgotten to bring in lunch.

At first, he ignorantly thought this would be something you'd get over. But as the days turned into weeks, he knew you weren't coming back to him.

You were there for him through everything. No matter how big or small. And now, with you no longer by his side, he was lost, as if he were wandering through a forest with no end.

His friends had noticed this early on, growing more worried as time went on, not knowing how to help. You would have known what to do in a situation like this, but you weren't here anymore.

Jungkook tried everything to get you to forgive him. But no matter what he did, how he apologised, you would never accept it.

"Y/n, please," he begged.

He was on his hands and knees, leaning forward, pleading for forgiveness. You stood above him, nothing but anger in your eyes.

"You're not sorry, Jungkook. You're just sorry you got caught."

"What do I have to do to make you forgive me. I know I was wrong. I know I shouldn't have talked badly about you or shared your secrets. I know how badly I've hurt you, and I want to make things right," Jungkook cried out, tears now forming.

"There's nothing you can do," you answered coldly. "I don't want you to talk to me ever again. You got that?"

You hadn't bothered to wait for an answer, turning on your heel and walking away. Jungkook stayed still, his forehead pressed against the floor, tears cascading down his cheeks and hitting the concrete.

From then on, Jungkook kept his distance, but never once stopped caring for you. He would watch you from afar, making sure you were safe.

You had made a new group of friends over time, sitting with them during lunch. You knew Jungkook was watching you. You had often caught him staring.

You'd be lying if you had said you didn't miss him. But he hurt you deeply, and you knew you couldn't forgive him for what he had done. But knowing he was watching you, in a way, made you feel safe.

"Y/n," your friend, Min, chirped in your ear.

You flinched at the sound of your name, zoning back in and looking at your group of friends. They all giggled at you, making you smile sheepishly.

"Sorry. I was in my own world."

"We could tell," Sara laughed. "So this weekend there's a party happening at Min's boyfriend's. Are you in?"

"Ah, I don't know," you said unsurely. Parties were never your thing. You loved a drink, but typically you preferred that in your own dorm with friends.

"Oh, come on, Y/n! You never come out," Min pouted, looking at you with pleading eyes.

"Fine," you sighed.

The girls cheered, quickly bidding you goodbye as they made their way to class. You sat, uncomfortable at the thought of the party. But your friends were right. You hadn't properly been out with them, and now it was time to change that.

⊱ ────── {⋅. ♪ .⋅} ────── ⊰

You arrived at the party with your friends an hour after it had started, and it was packed. Music blared from every direction. Cups and empty booze cans had been discarded in every possible part of the house.

"Fucking hell," Sara yelled over the music.

You all pushed in through the front door, slowly squeezing past the dancing bodies and into the kitchen.

"Min! Ladies, so glad you could make it!" your friend's boyfriend slurred.

He was completely smashed. Min cringed at her boyfriend's state, slinging his arm over her shoulder.

"I'll get him outside for some fresh air and water," she yelled, picking up a bottle of unopened water. "Just pour yourselves some drinks and I'll be back soon!"

With that, Min left. Sara quickly grabbed a beer and popped the can open. She offered you one, but you shook your head, instead grabbing a cup and pouring yourself a rum and coke.

You glanced around the room, taking a sip of your drink. At that moment, your eyes landed on a familiar figure. Jungkook. He was laughing, for what seemed like the first time in a while, talking to his friends.

He wore a pair of ripped black jeans and a loose black top. And his hair was slightly damp with sweat. You fought with yourself to not go over and speak to him. Every time you saw him, your heart ached. As if he had sensed your presence, he turned, locking eyes with you.

You quickly avoided his gaze, deciding it may be better to drink more than you initially planned. Making sure Jungkook was watching, you downed your drink in a shift motion.

"Fucking hell Y/n, I didn't realise you could drink like that!" Sara laughed, clapping enthusiastically. Min had returned at that moment, cheering when she had seen you holding out a drink for her.

"Let's get fucked up," you joked, laughing with them.

Jungkook's jaw clenched as he watched you down your drink. He hadn't known you would be here. His friends continued to talk amongst themselves until Jimin noticed Jungkook's lack of attention.

Jimin nudged Yoongi, and together they followed Jungkook's gaze until it fell upon you.

"Oh fucking hell," Yoongi groaned. The three boys watched as you poured your third drink. You and Sara pushed your cups together before downing them.

"Should we stop her?" Jimin asked Yoongi.

"Honestly, I don't know."

For the next two hours, the three boys watched you closely. Yoongi had to stop Jungkook from storming over whenever a boy would begin to talk to you. He couldn't blame the guys who were shamelessly flirting with you. Tonight, you looked stunning.

You had decided to wear a short black dress that stopped at the mid-thigh and a pair of knee-high heeled boots. Something which Jungkook had never seen you wear before. It was very clear that Min and Sara had taken you out to the mall to get some new clothes.

By this point, you were drunk, but the boys were surprised at how well you were holding your drink. Sara was struggling to keep up with you, gagging every now and then as if she was going to be sick. And she was.

You guided your friend to the sink so she could spew somewhere that wasn't as hard to clean. Your cup had been left on the countertop while you rubbed your friend's back reassuringly.

"Is she alright?" someone asked from behind you.

You turned around to see someone you didn't know. All you knew was that he was handsome. He was resting against the countertop, concern written all over his face.

"Ye-yeah, she's fine. Just had a bit too much," you reassured, still rubbing your friend's back. You glanced over at Min, who grinned. She moved to you, pushing your hand off Sara's back, motioning you to go to the boy.

"Go," she said quickly, then returned to Sara.

"I don't believe we've met. I'm Ha-joon." He held his hand out.

"Y/n," you responded, taking his hand and shaking it.

"Do you wanna dance?" he offered.

Drunkenly, you accepted, grabbing your drink and allowing him to pull you into the crowd of people on the makeshift dance floor. The music blared as you both danced, slowly getting closer to one another.

You allowed Ha-joon to grab you by the waist and began to lead your movements. You laughed, drinking the last of your drink and spinning around so you faced him. Letting your arms fall over his shoulders, you began to grind into each other, completely letting go.

Jungkook eyed you, anger building up as he watched you dance with Ha-joon. His fists clenched, the urge to protect you intensifying. Yoongi grabbed hold of Jungkook, making him look back at the other boy. Yoongi shook his head, warning Jungkook not to interfere.

When the song had finished, you laughed, pulling away from Ha-joon. You sauntered back over to the kitchen and leaned against the countertop. Min and Sara were gone, most likely upstairs to get cleaned up.

Ha-joon stood behind you, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you flush against his chest. At that moment, your head began to spin, feeling as if your legs were going to give out.

"Let's get out of here," Ha-joon whispered in your ear.

You stumbled out of the house behind him, allowing Ha-joon to lead you away from the party.

"W-wait," you stammered. "I really don't feel... good."

Ha-joon sighed, looking back at you.

"I know it must be a horrible feeling. But you're just so fucking hot," he muttered. He watched as you slumped to the floor, passing out on the spot. Drunkenly, he pulled you up by the neck, his hot breath fanning your face. He leaned in, kissing you.

"You fucking bastard!"

At the moment, Ha-joon was pulled off of you and thrown back onto the ground. Jungkook stood above him, chest heaving in rage. He stepped over Ha-joon, kneeling down and let his fist collide with his face.

Yoongi and Jimin had followed behind, covering your legs and shoulders with their jackets.

"Kook," Yoongi growled, stepping over to the younger boy. "Jungkook, that's enough!"

Yoongi aggressively pulled Jungkook off the unconscious boy. Jungkook calmed for a moment, realising he had completely lost control. He turned and ran to you.

"Y/n," he breathed. He moved your damp, sweaty hair out of your face, cupping it between his hands.

He looked over your body, making sure Ha-joon hadn't done anything but kiss you. Jungkook scooped you up into his arms, looking back at his friends.

"Whose house is closest?"

"Mine," Yoongi responded. "It will also be the best place for Y/n. It's where she's been living for the past few weeks."

Jungkook shot Yoongi a look, but now wasn't the time. What was important was that he got you somewhere safe.

⊱ ────── {⋅. ♪ .⋅} ────── ⊰

The next morning, you rose with the worst headache you'd ever experienced. It was as if the world was still spinning. You held your hand to your head, a poor attempt to try and make sense of where you were.

"Y/n," a voice beside you said.

Blinking to try and focus your eyes, you looked in the direction of the voice. Beside you sat Yoongi and Jimin, who both looked incredibly worried.

"Hey guys," you groaned. "God, my head."

"Are you alright, Y/n?" Jimin asked, moving to take hold of your other hand.

"Yeah, I'm fine... why?"

"Last night at the party. You were spiked," Yoongi explained.

All the memories came flooding back in that moment. Sara being sick, you having left your cup on the countertop to help her. At that time, Ha-joon had come over. He had spiked your drink before he spoke to you.

"Oh my god," you said in a panic. "Did- Did he..."

"No, he didn't," Jimin cut you off.

"You're lucky that Jungkook had been watching you, Y/n. If it wasn't for him..." Yoongi trailed off.

"Jungkook... Jungkook saved me?" you asked in disbelief. "Why would he do that?"

"Because despite all he's said and done to you. He still cares deeply for you, Y/n," Yoongi spoke. "And I know you've seen it as well."

You sat in silence, not knowing what to do or say. After so long. After everything he said, how could he care for you? For the first time in a long while, you cried. You leaned forward, tears rolling down your cheeks at the realisation of just how much he truly cared for you.

"Y/n?"

Your head shot up at the familiar voice. Jungkook. In that moment, it was as if time had frozen. He stood by the door, half hidden behind it, in case you didn't want to see him.

He flinched when you climbed out of the bed and ran at him. You pulled the door away from him and threw your arms around him, crying aloud. He was shocked but immediately wrapped his arms around you, a feeling he had missed so dearly.

"We'll leave you two," Jimin whispered as the other boys left.

Jungkook did what he did best when it came to comforting you. He stroked your hair, whispering reassuringly in your ear. You both sank to the floor, where Jungkook proceeded to rock you back and forward gently.

Slowly, your sobs stopped, your breathing becoming even once again. In that moment, you knew just how much you missed Jungkook.

"I'm so sorry," you choked out.

Jungkook shook his head.

"You have nothing to apologise for," he cooed. "I'm the one who should be sorry for every word I said. And for not being quick enough to realise what had happened and protect you sooner."

You mimicked him, shaking your head. He chuckled, bringing you so that your head rested against his chest. You could feel his heart race.

"I took your friendship for granted, and for that, I truly am sorry. These past weeks, honestly, have been hell," he admitted. "It felt as if part of me was missing when you weren't around. And if I could take back everything I said, I would in a heartbeat."

"All that matters is that you're here now, Kook," you breathed, grasping a fistful of his shirt.

You both stayed as you were, holding one another in a moment of silence, enjoying each other's presence, having missed it for so long.

hello there! hope you enjoyed the final part of this mini series! it may not have been what people wanted, but I was just in my feels with it.

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whether the internet becomes an intolerable surveillance state, ubiquitous subscription model, or unusably ad- or AI-ridden shithole, I think we need to remember

how to do things offline

either on your personal hard drive (just because it’s an app doesn’t mean the information is stored in your device) or on paper. I’m not saying the collapse of the internet is imminent, and I’m not suggesting we do everything completely without technology, or even stop using it until we have to. (to be clear, I also don’t think the internet will just blink out of existence, suddenly stop being a thing at all; rather I think it might continue to lose its usefulness to the point where it’s impossible to get anything done. anyway) but some people may have forgotten how we got by before the internet (I almost have!), and the younger generation might not have experienced it at all.

I figure most people probably use the internet mainly for communication with friends and family, entertainment and creation (eg. writing), and looking up how to do things, so here’s how to do those things offline:

First and most importantly, download everything important to you onto at least one hard drive and at least one flashdrive! files can get corrupted and hardware can get damaged or lost, but as long as you keep backup copies, you have much-closer-to-guaranteed access versus hoping a business doesn’t decide to paywall, purge, or otherwise revoke your access. I would recommend getting irreplaceable photos printed as well

download and/or print/write down:

anything important to you - photos/videos, journals, certificates, college transcripts

contact info - phone numbers and/or addresses of friends/family (know how to contact them if you can’t use your favourite messaging app), doctors (open hours would be good too), veterinarians if you have pets, and work

how-to’s - recipes (one, two), emergency preparedness (what do I do if… eg. I smell gas)

other things you might google: cleaning chemicals to NOT mix, what laundry tag symbols mean, people food dogs and cats can and can’t eat, plant toxicity to pets

and know offline ways to find things out - local radio station, newspaper, a nearby highway rest area might have a region map, public libraries usually have a bunch of resources

also, those of you who get periods should strongly consider not using period tracking apps! here’s how to track your period manually

free printable period tracker templates (no printer? public libraries usually charge a few cents per page, or you can recreate it by hand)

moving on to entertainment, you can still get most media for free! it’s completely legal to download your favourite movies to your own personal hard drive, you just can’t sell or distribute copies (not legal advice)

movies: wcostream.tv (right click the player) - the url changes every once in a while but usually redirects; I recently noticed that it’s hiding a lot of movies behind “premium,” so it may or may not work anymore | download youtube videos

music: how to get music without streaming it | legal free downloads

games: steamunlocked.net - doesn’t have every game and can be slow to update, but very reliable

books: free online libraries | legal free downloads

otherwise passing time:

active outdoor games

for road trips (social verbal games)

for when power’s out

for sheltering in place (not all offline, but good ideas)

board games (often found at thrift stores)

ad-free customisable games collection (mobile)

read, write, draw, or whatever your craft is, sing, dance, clean, reorganise, take a bath

go outside - excuses include napping (if safe), eating, reading, finding cool plants/animals/rocks, playing with the dog

places to go include:

zoos and museums can be surprisingly cheap

parks and nature preserves

library, mall, or game shop

and a few miscellaneous things for good measure:

time budgeting | household management

how to use a planner | I’ve had success with visually blocked-out schedules like these

please add on if you have any other offline alternatives to common uses of the internet!

[fairyhaos]

◈ right next to the heart // chwe hansol

vernon x gn!reader, 1.9k+ words

tags: requested by @weird-bookworm, non-idols au, established relationship, hurt/comfort

warnings: pet names (darling), food mention

notes: writing this made me realise that writing hurt comfort where yn is in the wrong is so rare,,, but this was so entertaining to write ^^

“You’ve been ignoring me all day.”

Hansol looks up at you from his bowl of dumplings and shrimp tempura that he’d been ready to devour before you’d spoken. Today is Chinese takeout day, and he’s been craving tempura for ages.

“Um.” He sets down his chopsticks, seeing the upset frown on your face. “No, I haven’t?”

It seems to be the wrong thing to say, because you frown even further, face scrunching up in annoyance. “Yes, you have. When was the last, actual conversation we had today?”

The question sounds rhetorical, but you’re staring at Hansol like he needs to give an actual answer, so he swallows unsurely, thinking back. 

It’s a Saturday, so both of you have been at home, doing nothing but having a chill day. That morning, however, you’d come up to him whilst he was lounging on the couch, informing him that you didn’t feel too well so you planned to lie in bed for most of the day.

“Okay,” Hansol had said, looking up at you worriedly. “Is everything alright?”

He’d sat up, reaching upwards to feel your forehead, but you’d shaken your head and waved his concern away.

“I’m fine. I’m not, like, sick. I just feel a bit down? So I’m going to stay in bed.”

Hansol had nodded at that, understanding. “Okay. Just let me know if you need anything.”

You’d promised you would, and that had been the last he’d seen of you.

That interaction seems to be the correct answer, so Hansol turns to you, blinking a little unsurely. “Uh, when you told me you wanted to stay in bed this morning? You weren’t feeling too good.”

“Oh, so you do remember,” you say, sounding both irritated and upset, and now Hansol is most definitely lost. “If you knew that I was having a bad day today, then why did you purposefully ignore me? Do you really care so little about me?”

Your words hit him like a punch to the throat, and Hansol feels so startlingly hurt by your statement that he can’t say anything back, mouth hanging open in shock, astounded.

His Chinese takeout is now completely forgotten, the mood souring so abruptly and he doesn’t feel like eating anymore. Not with the way you’re looking at him, with the words that you’d just uttered that leave him reeling. He never imagined that you'd say something like that to him.

You scoff as his mind stays completely blank, still in shock.

“You can’t even say anything in your defence, can you?” You roughly stand up from the dining table, chair scraping against the floor and storm off, all the way back to your room. The sound of you slamming the door echoes throughout the apartment.

Hansol still sits there, feeling confused and… very hurt. He doesn’t know what he did wrong. He doesn’t know how your mind jumped to the conclusion that he doesn’t care about you, which is so wrong on so many levels that he feels his heart squeezing painfully at the implication that he did something to make you think that way.

But the pain is kind of offset by the fact that Hansol doesn’t know what he did. Why are you acting like this?

He can’t very well get the answers he’s looking for by just sitting there and not talking to you, so he stands up too, and makes his way to your room.

“Y/N,” he says, knocking on your door. “Y/N, hey, talk to me. What are you talking about?”

“Go away,” is your muffled reply. It sounds like you’ve buried your face in the cushions. “I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Y/N,” Hansol repeats, “please talk to me. I’m sorry you feel like this, okay? But I don’t know why you’re upset. I need to know what I did wrong. Please open the door and talk to me.”

You stay silent.

Hansol sighs. He raps his knuckles against your door again, contemplating, before deciding to pull out his most effective tactic.

“Darling,” he says, very quietly. “Darling, please, can we talk about this?”

You love pet names. Love the corny affection of it, how it’s like a special name for your significant other. Hansol doesn’t really understand the appeal, because he prefers to say your name over anything else, but, well. He loves you. He’ll do anything to show that he loves you, always.

“Please open the door for me, darling.”

There’s a very long moment where he thinks you’re still refusing to budge, but then the doorknob turns very slowly, and you open the door a sliver.

Hansol puts his hand on the door, opening it just a little more so he can look at you properly, see your face better. You won’t look at him, head tilted down sullenly, but Hansol opens his mouth and begins to speak anyway.

“You said that I’ve been ignoring you. What makes you think that?”

He can see you clench teeth, jaw set tight. You still don’t look at him. 

“Why do you care?”

“I—” Hansol sighs, tired, and pushes open the door fully, before stepping into your room and dragging you over to sit down on the bed. “Why are you acting like this?” he asks, once both of you are seated. 

You’re still steadfastly refusing his gaze, so he brings a hand to your chin and forces your eyes upwards.

“Why?” he asks again. “What is making you think that I no longer care about you? You told me you were having a bad day, Y/N, so I let you stay in bed and relax. Why does that make you think I’ve been ignoring you?”

“Because you were!” you burst out, waving your hands angrily. At least you’re keeping eye contact, now, burning with upset. “I was having a bad day, and what did you do? Leave me to rot in my room all by myself! You left me alone, Hansol, and ignored me!”

Hansol blinks, dumbfounded. “You never asked me to stay with you,” he says back. “I told you to shout for me if you needed anything, but you didn’t, so I thought you were fine.”

You huff, irritated, like Hansol is the one acting unreasonably here, and he’s beginning to feel a little like he’s being wronged. 

“You’re my boyfriend,” you say, like it’s obvious. Your eyes look glassy. “You should know these things about me, and be there for me without me even asking!”

And then, like you’ve had enough of this conversation, you get up from the bed and storm out, again. Hansol rubs his eyes, feeling drained. He understands that you’ve been having a bad day, which is made obvious by how something as little as this is making you explode in his face.

He feels bad for you, of course, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel incredibly frustrated with the way you’re acting. None of this is his fault.

“Y/N,” he says despairingly, getting up to go look for you once more. “Y/N, come on, we really need to talk through this. You’re not being fair.”

“Just leave me alone,” you say, voice floating through the apartment from the living room, and he enters to find you sitting on the couch, hugging your knees. There are tears now running down your cheeks, eyes beginning to get all puffy, and you frown at him as he sits down next to you.

Hansol looks at you, and then looks away. He reaches over for the box of tissues kept on the coffee table, and hands one to you. You look down at it, before reaching over for the box and getting a tissue yourself.

He tries not to feel too slighted by the obvious snub, and folds up the tissue to put into his own pocket. And then he continues to sit there, observing you quietly as you blow your nose and rub at your eyes, still crying silently.

After a few minutes, you look over at him with puffy eyes. “What are you doing?”

He shrugs, a little meek. “I’m trying not to leave you alone.”

You give a watery huff, trying to scowl even as your lips tremble, and you look down at your knees once again. You’re not in a mood to talk—he’s accepted that. But he’ll just wait until you are.

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It takes almost half an hour, but eventually you wipe your eyes for the last time, take a deep breath, and turn around on the couch to properly face him. Hansol immediately snaps to attention, turning his body to face you too.

“Sorry,” you mutter, sullenly. “I was being a brat.”

He sighs. “You were,” he admits, not unkindly. “I’m just your boyfriend, darling. Not a mind reader. There’s always going to be stuff that you need to tell me about, if you want something. I can’t automatically know things all the time.”

“Yeah, I know, I just—” You scrub your eyes, shoulders slumping. “I’ve been having a really bad day. It’s no excuse, I know,” you add, before he says anything, “but it’s been really, really bad, today.”

Hansol nods sympathetically, and reaches over to pat your hair. “I know. And I want you to tell me that, so I can help. We need to communicate this stuff to each other.”

“Okay. Yeah, okay. I should’ve told you instead of just blowing up all in your face like that,” you say, and your eyes flick up to look at him. “I’m sorry. I really, really am.”

You say it so quietly, no trace of any lingering anger or sulkiness in your tone, and Hansol kind of melts. He’s always been soft for you, and it’s evident now as he instantly opens his arms for a hug, letting you press up into him, face buried into his shoulder.

“It was really stupid of me to think that you’d just read my mind,” you say into the fabric of his t-shirt. “I’m so sorry, Hansol. And—god, I’m so sorry for saying that you don’t care about me. I know you do, so much, all the time, and I’m sorry for saying that. It’s not true, and I know it.”

“Hey, hey,” Hansol says, rubbing circles into your back to calm you down before you can work yourself up any more. “It’s okay. It’s okay, darling, I know.”

There comes sniffling sounds from below his chin. “I’m sorry.”

He smiles. “I know that too. And I forgive you.”

You sniff again. "You forgave me way too easily," you say, guiltily, words all blurred with remorse. "You always forgive people so easily."

He pats your back slowly, and he can't explain it, but his heart swells a little at your words. Something about the softness of your tone, the acceptance that you've done something to hurt him, the genuine guilt and also the love... You're essentially berating him for being too forgiving, but all he can think about is how much he loves you.

"Maybe," he says, as nonchalantly as he can with the affection blending into his voice. "But I still forgive you."

You make a soft noise at that, before burying yourself to hide further in the crook of Hansol’s neck, and he lets you.

“Hey,” you say after a moment, soft. “I love you.”

Hansol smiles, the genuine affection in your words saying more than what those mere eight letters can convey. He kisses the top of your head. 

“I love you too,” he returns, and pulls away a bit so he can see your face, tilting your head up so that you make eye contact. His eyes are focused on you, gentle and kind. “Let’s communicate with each other more about this stuff, yeah? I don’t want you to think that I don’t care about you again.”

There’s a moment where your eyes search his, darting back and forth before you smile, and lean back into his arms.

“Don’t worry. I already know.”

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[v-4-mpmistress]

Heyyyy I hope that you’re well, I would like too request an angst to comfort shikamaru x reader where they get into an argument and the reader tries to go to bed angry and shikamaru isn’t having any of it, if that makes sense.

Of course, as always, im always super happy to write about Shika. Sorry for the delay, and I'm sorry if it's short, im gonna write another thing soon to make it up, haha.

You are a drag and troublesome, but i still love you.

Tags/warnings: none.

Shikamaru x gn reader

You couldn't even remember the fight well, not because it wasn't serious, but your brain was tired, angry, but tired, that kind of tiredness that only comes after crying a lot or straining the body.

You never fought, sure, you had arguments, but never a fight, and although this wasn't completely a fight it felt like it, because usually he said something dumb, you got annoyed, and everything was okay again five minutes later, but now?, now it had been 5 hours and you where still not talking, and yes, it was because he wanted to give you space, and although appreciated, an angry heart makes an unreasonable brain, so, for you that space turned into a 'he doesn't care' even if it wasn't true.

So by night you changed into your pajamas, brow still furrowed as you turned off the light, him already in bed looking at you from the corner of the eye as he read, that look he always had when analyzing things.

Your back was turned on him, hand toying with a strang of fabric of the pillow, eyes tired but yet refusing to sleep, a lingering pressure on the chest.

You two stayed quiet a few moments, could have been five seconds, five minutes or five months, either way he moved after those moments, a small sound indicating his book had been left on the nightstand, and the soft rustling of sheets besides you made you open your eyes more.

And then quiet again, because you two knew this wasn't about being right or wrong, that was forgotten, but the important thing was lifting the ache on the heart, being at peace.

'Tch… I hate going to bed like this. It’s a pain in the ass, "he murmured in his usual annoyed tone, yet the way his body heat became closer and how his forehead pressed against your shoulder softly said otherwise.

'I wasn’t trying to hurt you. I just didn’t know what you wanted me to say', he said as you took a deep breath.

'...i care about you, about us, and its a drag, and I'm an idiot, and I'm sorry, and i know its not that much of what you want to hear but what i should say as your partner, and the truth, because i do love you, even if you are the most troublesome living organism i know', he whispered softly, hand moving to caress your arm gently once your body relaxed more.

'...you are an idiot', you mumbled but didn't moved away.

'I know', he said simply moving so you could get closer to him.

He was an idiot, an intelligent one, but he was... still, he was your idiot.

'...does that mean im not getting killed with a kunai while i sleep anymore?', he asked in a whisper, a soft smile appearing on your lips even if you tried to repress it.

'Im still thinking about it', you whispered, but moved closer to him, his hand intertwining with yours.

Eventually, you fell asleep.

And he never stopped hugging you.

[satxnsupreme666]

Stronger than you think: Agatha Harkness/Agnes x fem!reader

Masterlist

Requested by: @purple-people15

Summary: Everyone is now free from Wanda´s mind control as well as you and now that you´re not Agnes´ secret lover, Agatha asks you out on a real date because she´s smitten by you, but in the middle of the date your ex shows up to bother you and Agatha shows her protective side.

Word count: 4k

Warnings: Reader has ptsd from a previous toxic relationship, mention of a panic attack, slight angst, apart from that is pure romance and, in the end, there´s a lot of fluff.

Author´s notes: Hi again!  (also I wrote the panic attack part as how I’ve had them, I don’t want to offend anyone, and as this is a serious thing I hope everyone who suffers from ptsd is doing better I suffer from this, I was diagnosed by a psychiatrist too and I completely understand, and if this is a topic that may trigger you, don’t read it please, your mental health is the most important thing first 🥺💕)

This was a requested story, I do not know if I should tag the people who requested at the time, I want to be respectful, so I am not sure if I should tag them, I will try and do it since it was their request and their idea and if any of the people who requested back at the time now feel uncomfortable being tagged, please let me know and I will delete the tag.

This was one of the first stories I wrote three years ago, I had posted them on Tumblr on my old account, but due to my mental health, I had to take a break from Tumblr and the toxicity and hate that had suddenly increased, I deleted all of my stories and my old account, now I have decided to upload them again here on Tumblr and also on Ao3.

I hope you like it!

If you enjoy, could you comment, like or reblog? it would help a lot really ♥️

Taglist: @midnight-lestrange @eliscannotdance

Eastview was now free; you weren’t under Wanda´s mind control anymore but it felt weird to be able to feel everything again. You were not sure how to feel.

Everything happened so fast, two days ago you were walking to Dottie´s house, they were having a meeting again and this time was about organizing a party for the children In the park, you were walking down the street with a bottle of wine in your hands that Dottie had asked you to bring, it was a sunny day but after some minutes you saw the sky changing to red and you felt drawn to the color, you couldn’t stop looking at the sky, you didn’t know why and after what felt like hours something strange happened.

You felt like your mind was released from a slight pressure and blinking a few times, all the memories of your real life came in a rush, you remember your life here in Eastview, and you couldn’t help but feel anxious, this was not right, everything real came crashing you down, there was no more sunny days and the same old awful feeling you used to have, came back to you, this was not right. 

After that you saw how everyone started to freak out, you felt stressed and anxious, it was horrible, you wanted to hide, you started to breath rapidly and you were afraid, this was wrong.

Deciding that it would be best if you went to your own house to hide under the covers you walked in a rush to it, you would be safe in your room.

The only thing that calmed you down was thinking of Agnes, maybe it hadn’t been real what you had, but it had been beautiful.

You had all your memories from the sitcom with you, they hadn’t gone away, they were still on your mind, but you were not sure why everybody here seemed to be so angry, for you it was different, while you were under Wanda´s mind control you had forgotten every bad memory from your real life that caused you pain, everything bad that had happened to you felt like a distant memory, you weren’t suffering, on the contrary the memories from the sitcom were really happy, getting to know Agnes, had been the best part of it, the role Wanda had given to you was of Agnes´ secret date, and it had been amazing.

You really liked her, the way everything had developed between you two made you feel happy, but at the same time you felt devastated, you would have preferred to still be under the magic, it was easy, you didn’t feel any pressure, you didn’t feel anxious, everything you felt was happiness, and now you were back to feeling stressed out and agitated, you were afraid of going outside, you were really afraid you could meet the person who made your life miserable, it took you years to left her, and the worst part was that she was here In town. But what made you shivered was the fact that you had talked to her while you were trapped under Wanda´s mind control, you encountered many times while you were walking or speaking with Agnes, but as you were not aware of what was going on, at the time it didn’t bother you, but now thinking about that made you shiver in fear, you were grateful you weren’t aware when that happened, that could have been awful for you and for your mental health, little by little you tried to be better without her, you tried to compose yourself from all the pain she had inflicted on you.

The time you spent with Agnes had been amazing, but now that you thought twice about it you couldn’t help but feel heartbroken, everything had been fake, nothing was real and Wanda had just made you fulfil a role, the role of the secret love affair of Agnes.

You were alone again, and your fears took over you, what if what your ex told you was real? What if you never find some for you? Would you be alone just as she had told you? All of these questions wouldn’t leave your mind and you just kept overthinking, you tried to think of something else, but each time your mind went to Agnes and how all of what you had was just a role you had to play, now you had to deal with the harsh reality, your former girlfriend was somewhere here in Eastview and you were afraid.

It was hard not to overthink everything, you had been doing alright before Wanda came to Westview, you had packed your things to leave the town but before you could leave something took over you, and after that there was no more sadness, It had been good the entire time you shared with Agnes, but now seeing the reality and how it had ended, you just felt worse than before.

A loud knock on your door distracted you from your thoughts, who could be? You wished it would be you ex, you were not going to be able to stand the sight of her on your door, different scenarios passed through your head, what if she came here to yell at you? Another loud knock on your door made you stand slowly from your bed; you weren’t sure if you should open the door or not.

Walking slowly out of your room you made your way towards the door and with your hands shaking you carefully took the doorknob.

“Who is it?” Your voice sounded weak and fearful

“Y/n?” You released the breath you didn’t know you were holding and took a deep breath, the voice calmed you down a little, you were so used to her cheerful tone but today Agnes sounded different.

You carefully opened the door and you saw her concerned face; you could tell she was worried.

“Hey doll, may I come in?” You smiled at the endearment, you loved the way she called you, her voice didn’t have the same cheerful tone but it was beautiful nonetheless, you found her voice so soothing.

“Yes, come in” You whispered and let her enter your house, you were going to close the door but she did it first and she smiled at you, you gave her a half smile and you walked towards the couch to take a sit.

“Listen doll, I´m here, because I need to talk with you, it´s about who I really am and also” She had taken a sit next to you and she took your hand, she had a soft but firm grip on your hand, you saw how she stopped talking and while she looked at the ceiling she took a deep breath.

“Also I want to talk with you about us” Your mood quickly got worse, you were sure she was going to end things, you knew what you had wasn’t real, but still it was really painful this, you didn’t want to have this talk, not yet, you were not sure if you were going to handle this.

You quickly dropped her hand and you stood up from the couch, you walked a little away from her and you rubbed your hands against your tights a little nervous, you didn’t want to hear what she could say.

You struggled to breathe a little, this was awful, were you having a panic attack?

“Doll, I will walk closer towards you, is that alright?” You heard her concerned voice and you slowly nodded

You felt her near you and she softly placed her hand on your shoulder, this made you feel a little better.

“Take deep breaths sweetheart” She said to you in a soft voice, you looked at her in the eyes and she started to take breaths, you followed her and little by little your breathing started to become normal.

“Concentrate on your breathing honey, deep breaths” Her voice soothed you.

“That´s It darling, you can get through this” Her sweet words made you feel better and you started to calm down, you could feel more her soft touch on you and with a deep final breath you gave her a small smile.

“What do you need me to do sweetheart?” Her voice was calming you realized you needed some water; you cleared your throat a little before speaking.

“Could you give me a glass of water, please?” You asked shyly and she gave you a smile, she squeezed your shoulder softly before going to the kitchen and when she came back with a glass of water, you took it to drink of it and she softly stroked your hair.

“Thank you, I´m feeling a little bit better” You felt a lot calmer now

“Alright, listen I´m sorry about that-”

“No, no it´s alright, you don´t need to be sorry sweetheart, It´s alright seriously” She grabbed your face with her hands and she caressed your cheek with her thumb, you stroked the back of your hand with your fingers and she smiled.

“Darling I just came here to ask you on a real date” When you heard what she had said you opened your mouth; she was asking you on a real date! You couldn’t believe it.

“So, you like me back?” You blurted out

“Of course doll, listen, I was aware all this time, I wasn’t under Wanda´s mind control, and I would like to get to know the real you and I would love that you get to know the real me, and about that, my real name is Agatha Harkness sweetheart” Suddenly all of your fears weren’t there anymore, you felt happy for this and you couldn’t help yourself from hugging her.

It was a hug like the many one she had given you so many times, but this time you were completely aware and you loved it, this time you would enjoy everything in a different and better way.

You stayed like that for some minutes, her hands around your waist and your arms around her shoulders with your head resting in the crook of her neck, until you removed yourself a little from her.

“You´re so beautiful y/n” You heart melted, she was just so sweet as always, she made you felt happy and also, she pushed your worries away, you were happy that she was taking this chance to get to know who you truly were.

“I can´t wait to tell you everything darling” You could tell Agatha was excited just as you were feeling right now, you wanted to know how she was able to be aware all the time, and how she had arrived here.

“Would you like to go now? I´m really excited for this Agatha” Agatha saw the big grin on your face and she smiled

“Of course, darling we can leave now if that´s what you want” You were happy, you really were

“Give me a minute so I can put on different shoes” With that you left the living room and went straight to change your shoes.

Agatha sat again in the couch and you didn’t see the big grin she had on her face.

“I´m ready” You said to her and when you returned to the living room, Agatha was watching the little potted succulent you had on the table in the middle of the room, you blushed a little because it had been the one, she had given you days ago

“I really like that one” You tried to hide your face a little

“I know darling, that´s why I gave it you” Now that you thought about it, even under Wanda’s mind control, the role you had played wasn’t so much different from the real you, you still liked the same things and the only thing that changed was your mood and your behavior, while you were trapped in the sitcom you acted a little less shy and you were happier, again you started to overthink everything, why if Agatha didn’t like the real you?

“Are you alright doll?” You blinked a little when you heard Agatha´s voice

“Yes, I´m sorry, I just got lost in my thought for a moment, but it´s alright, we should get going” This time you didn’t need to fake a smile, because the simply thought of going out with her made you feel alright.

“Alright darling, but if you need anything, you can tell me” You trusted in her, there was something that you knew you could trust in her, so maybe when the time came you would be able to tell her everything.

“I know” You said in a whisper and smiled to her; you really were sure you could tell her everything but that would be later

“So, do we leave now?” You nodded at her question and she stretched her hand out for you to take it, you gladly accepted her hand and Agatha intertwined your fingers with hers.

Both of you started to walk hand in hand and just as many other times Agatha had done it, she opened the door for you to get out first, she was so charming and you loved it.

“Where are we going?” You asked her while you were walking down the street

“Remember the coffee shop where we first met?” Of course you remembered it,  you had bumped into her by accident, spilling your coffee all over her blouse, she was grateful it had been a cold coffee, she had laughed so hard that day, you tried to clean the stain with some napkins but in the end you couldn’t do anything, she had told you that you didn’t have to worry and that it was alright, that she hated that sweater anyway.

“Oh yes, I still feel a little awkward about that” You blushed a little, she always loved how you blushed.

“Sweetheart you´re so sweet, and it´s alright, I have already forgotten about that incident, I liked that we kept coming here to meet, also the place is really nice, it is warm and cozy, don´t you think the same doll?” She was right, the place was really pretty and you enjoyed going there with her, also this felt better you were completely aware so that made everything better.

“You´re right the place is awesome” Agatha grinned at you and she squeezed your hand a little, you were going to have a great time in your real first date.

Now that you looked at your surroundings you noticed how things had changed, the sun wasn’t too bright and the town looked a little bit more vivid than before Wanda had arrived, the people here were still a little shaken from what had happened but they started to just brushed everything off, they thought of this like a second chance.

“We´re here doll” You raised your head to look at her and gave her a wide smile

“I´m really excited” Agatha held the door open for you and you entered the coffee shop followed by her

“I´m really excited too darling” The two of you walked towards the same table near the window and you loved it, it was amazing, now you were going to have a date, a real date with her.

Sitting in front of you, Agatha took your hand and she gave it a slight squeeze to it, a warm feeling started to grow inside you and you couldn’t be happier.

One of the waitresses came to ask for your orders and you ask for your favorite drink and your favorite snack, you were sure Agatha would order a Cappuccino, you still remember that, it was her favorite coffee.

The woman went to prepare your orders and you started to blush when you noticed Agatha had staring at you.

“So, doll, I think I owe you mane explanations and I would like to start to tell you the truth, all of it” You excitedly nodded.

“I´m a witch, and that´s why I came here in the first place” Your eyes grew wide, she was a witch? Like Wanda? You were surprised

“But I´m not going to hurt you” She rushed to say when she saw the expression on your face, she had thought about whether it was a good idea telling you her true identity or not, because she knew you could freak out, you saw the worry on her face and you grabbed her hand.

“It´s alright, I’m not scared of you, you do not have to worry” You saw the quick change of her mood, you saw how her shoulders became less tensed, she took a deep breath before speaking again

“I´ve been living for centuries” Really? You thought, well she didn’t look like she was some centuries old

“How do you look so young?” This made Agata laughed a little and her eyes lit up.

“Oh, darling stop” She said between giggles and this made you smile too

“I´m being serious” Agatha kept caressing the back of your hand with her thumb

“Sweetheart I have to go to the bathroom, but it will be quickly, alright? I´m coming back in some minutes doll” You nodded and Agatha took your hand to her face kissing the back of your hand in the process, her action made you bit your lip, you were not expecting that, you saw how she stood up from the chair and you just started to look through the window.

After some minutes someone sat in front of you and as you thought it was Agatha you lifted turned your head to look at her with a smile.

But your smiled was vanished at who you were looking at.

You couldn’t believe it, what was she doing here? Why was your ex sitting in front of you? This couldn’t be happening, not now, why now? You were completely fine minutes ago with Agatha and now you started to feel as if your world started to crumble, she was looking at you with a quirky expression on her face, you couldn’t keep looking at her eyes, so you quickly lowered your gaze to look at the table, you wished Agatha would come as fast as she could.

“What are you doing here with her?” She asked you with a harsh tone.

“Why do you care?” You whispered; you were not sure where your courage had gone.

“What did you say? I´ve always hated the way you speak, so low that nobody can hear you, you’re so weak, why do you think she´s here with you? That woman looks like she is so much more experienced than you, do you really think she will stand someone like you? You can´t even stand up for yours-“You had closed your eyes, just hearing her made you feel awful and tears started to roll down your eyes, why wouldn’t she left you be happy just for once? But when she stopped talking and you heard some gaging noises you quickly opened your eyes and you saw that your ex had some purple strings around her neck, and next to her was Agatha with a furious look on her eyes, her eyes were glowing purple just as well as her hands.

“You won´t ever come near y/n again, do you hear me?” Agatha was furious and you were shock, she was defending you, no one had ever done that for you.

“You have inflicted a lot of pain in her, she deserves better, she´s an amazing girl, and you didn’t know how to treat her better, you´re pathetic and I swear to you, if I ever see you coming to her or even just looking at her, I will make sure you won´t see the light of the sun again, got it?” Agatha had vanished the string around her neck and now she was just using her magic to grab your ex by her jacket.

You saw the fear on your ex´s eyes and she just nodded, Agatha used her magic to push her away from the chair and she fell flat on the floor, she quickly stood up from the floor and left the coffee shop in a rush, no daring to look back at you.

Agatha quickly sat next to you and she softly held your face in her hands, her touch was sweet and gentle and you loved it.

“Are you alright love?” Her tone was caring and you saw her concerned expression

“I´m fine, thank you so much for that, nobody had ever defended me like you did” Agatha wiped your tears away from your cheeks with her fingers and you leant into her touch

“Oh doll, I will make sure that nobody ever talks you in a bad way, I won´t let anyone seeing you in a wrong way, not even a single glance towards you, you´re so strong, and I won´t let anyone tell you otherwise, because you are so strong sweetheart, you´re stronger than anyone else thinks” Her words made you feel better, you felt that with her by your side you could do anything

You hugged her, and she hold you tightly, you trusted in her with your whole life and you were sure she wouldn’t hurt you; she was exactly what you had wished for so many times.

“She hurt me, she made feel awful, she said awful things to me, she said I was worthless” You whispered into her ear, and Agatha felt herself getting tense again, how could someone dare to hurt you? You were so sweet, you were an amazing girl and Agatha promised herself that she would do everything she could do to protect you, no matter what, she softly stroked your hair smelling your perfume, she loved everything about you, all the time you shared with her as her secret lover, she had got attached to you and she wouldn’t leave you, you were so precious and you deserved the best, she will make sure that you got to know that from now on.

“It´s alright love, she won´t come back for you ever again, no one will ever treat you bad, I swear to you, you deserve the best, let me love you like no one has ever done it” You separated yourself from her to look at her straight into her eyes, she made you feel so loved, you really liked her and even though you were Agnes´ lover, it was obvious that she hadn’t acted at all, she treated you with the same loving and gentle way she did, of course you had fallen in love with her.

You couldn’t help yourself, you didn’t want to wait anymore, she was so beautiful and you felt as if her lips were calling you to kiss them, so you did what you felt right.

Kissing her now being fully aware was the best sensation you have ever felt, this was amazing, her lips were so soft, she kissed you in a gentle way that you felt in heaven, her hand stroked your cheek.

The sound of someone clearing their throat made you come back to reality again and you started to furiously blush, you broke the kiss to separate yourself a little from Agatha and instantly your hand came to your face to touch your lips; Agatha found this adorable.

“Hope you enjoy your drinks” Said the waitress with a smile and then she went back from where she had come.

“So, what if we finish this and then we can keep talking about us?” You asked Agatha with a shy smile at which Agatha responded giving you a soft peck on your lips while she softly lifted your chin.

“Alright doll, we have plenty of time for us” And she was right, you knew she was not going anywhere, you were so lucky to have found her, or had she found you? Either way, you were happy to be here with her, you were going to start something good with her and you knew your heart was safe here with her.

[merriepy]

DATING ACHERON!

•. Acheron x gn! Reader

tags: headcanon, fluff (+ small angst)

cw: /

summary: A few headcanons about what your relationship with Acheron would look like!

a/n: I'm currently experimenting with new layouts/formats so please don't mind the new look! No third person pronouns used for the reader

•. Acheron, an introverted and forgetful Galaxy Ranger who walks the cosmos on the path of Nihility. As her track intertwined with yours, she developed feelings long forgotten and buried - together with her distant memories of home.

•. Dating someone like Acheron would be quite an interesting experience. She's not your average romantic lover who showers you with kisses, but rather with hugs and gifts! Since she travels the cosmos a lot she knows that seeing you might be hard, since some destinations are too dangerous for you, or maybe you're not as nomadic and her and want to stay in one place. Acheron would 100% bring you little souvenirs that always align with your taste - whether it's new clothes that are rising in popularity on the planet she was just at or a little plushie of the regional animals. As for touches, I think she's someone who's just really casual about pda as in always holding your arm or waist, or leaning against you when she's exhausted. She loves to do that, her chin either resting on your shoulder or head depending on your height.

•. And of course, since she likes to spoil you, you'd do the same!! You'd always make sure to have peaches at home since it's her favourite food. When Acheron is actually home or you two get to rest during your travels, you'd always make sure to prepare peaches for her alongside breakfast to make her happy!

•. In return, Acheron would totally remember your favourite food and where to get the right ingredients for it. She even tried very hard to remember the way to your favourite takeout place, though she still gets lost from time to time. The embarrassment in her voice when she calls you, asking for you to pick her up and admitting that she wanted to treat you to a nice meal but doesn't know the way back home always makes you chuckle.

•. Acheron thinks a lot about your first meeting. She knows how she seems to others: cold, distant, maybe even dangerous. But you approached her, and gave her a chance. She would've never guessed you that two would become more than friends, and neither did you. But even after your first meeting where you two exchanged numbers you kept checking up on her, asking how she was doing, and offered so many times to be there for her if she needed someone to talk to. Of course, Acheron's struggles are far greater than that of average people and she was never completely honest with you about her backstory. She still isn't honest but how are you supposed to bring up something like her story? She just hopes you'll never hold it against her if you do figure it out eventually.

•. One thing she did tell you though was her actual name. You never wondered about it, if Acheron was her actual name or just a coverup. Even after she told you about it you felt weird to not call her Acheron anymore but rather Mei. You got around to it eventually and kept giving her nicknames like Mei-Mei, something she reacted very casually to.

•. I think domestic life with Acheron is chaotic. She isn't used to settling down anymore, not even for a short time. She'd also lose her belongings everywhere in the house because she forgot where she had put them. Cooking isn't one of her strengths as well but she's very willing to learn and she's actually able to become a great cook with enough practice!

•. She's really encouraging and always makes sure to tell you about how great you're doing and that she's proud of you. I think your relationship includes a lot of encouraging and praising from both sides (as it should be!).

•. Something you like to do that Acheron isn't aware of is to keep track of her make-up. She always carries it with her which sometimes leads to the makeup being damaged, so you like to replace or fix it, depending on the damage. She isn't aware that you're the one who replaces it: she thinks she did it herself but forgot.

•. Nights with her are beautiful, though not easy. She likes to get lost in your touch as the soft starlight illuminates the room, but her dreams are usually filled with terror - dreams of those who succumbed to her blade and of those who she couldn't save. Being with you doesn't get rid of the nightmares, as much as she would like to, but the comfort you give her is enough to calm down after the night has felt especially long.

•.Acheron, an introverted and forgetful Galaxy Ranger who walks the cosmos on the path of Nihility. As her track intertwined with yours, she developed feelings long forgotten and buried - together with her distant memories of home. But when she's with you, her heart feels lighter, the pain easier, and maybe - soon - she'll be able to heal under your grace before going on her last journey.•

[alexanderlightweight]

oooh its prompt day! can I ask if you have anymore to the amnisiac alec one?

it has been a while but here is the next part of that fic! I hope you enjoy

<3 lumine

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all my fears forgotten

I know amnesia fics are often meant to be angsty but i actually really hate those. So i’m sorry to anyone expecting that but this is indulgent and soft af.

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Alexander lays against Magnus, carefree and with a boyish grin on his face as he watches the birds fish in the water from their floating pavilion.

The boat is maintained and moved by magic and all they have to do is lounge and Alexander is the most relaxed Magnus has ever seen him.

However eventually, as most things do, the mood changes.  No less content but a different flow nonetheless.

“I miss something, my muscles ache in this movement.” Alexander does a familiar motion and without hesitation, Magnus snaps his fingers, summoning Alexander’s bow and quiver.

Of course, Alexander must have forgotten to summon even his own bonded weapons.

The thought makes Magnus glad that it was brought up now, in the peace of this lake and protected by a hidden realm rather than when in danger.

Not that he’ll let Alexander ever be in danger, but the world does keep trying its hand.

Magnus helps Alexander slip on and tighten his finger guard, shows him how to string his bow even as Alexander’s muscles relax at the familiar weight of his bow and the power it takes to string.

“Can you use magic to make me targets?” Alexander bats his lashes playfully at Magnus and it’s... it's delightful.

Alexander hesitated to ask Magnus for anything of late and Magnus has been too tired to figure out how to explain, when Alexander was still struggling to understand what separated him from the Institute.

Truth be told, it’s a relief for Magnus to be able to sidestep over this particular conversation. Not out of avoidance, but because he doesn’t think Alexander was at a point of separating himself from his duty to that degree just yet.

Alexander had been doing much better in his personal value of self worth, but it had still been tied to what he felt he owed the Clave in some twisted repayment for his parents' sins.

It infuriated Magnus then and it infuriates him now.

However it’s easier to ignore the urge to create a rain of ash when Alexander is like this, at ease and without a concern for anything other than what they’ll both enjoy.

“Won’t you lose the arrows?” Magnus asks, just to be sure because he still doesn’t think Alexander remembers how to summon any of his weapons.

Alexander blinks at him carefully and then smiles, slow and sweet like sunwarm honey.

“I’ll dive and get them. It’ll cool me off after.”

It’s said so sweetly, as if it’s a completely reasonable thing to do and considering Alexander is saying this without any memories beyond the basics then... Magnus supposes it must be a shadowhunter thing.

“Alright darling, as long as you let me tag you. Just in case I need to fish your lovely self out of the water.”

Magnus kisses the fingerguard protecting Alexander’s skin and gets a deep chuckle before Alexander presses gentle kisses to his forehead.

“That’s fine. Better safe than sorry.”

Alexander seems so serene like this, Magnus wishes there was a way to preserve this peace for his love. Because whether by his own memories coming back or watching Magnus’, Alexander will have to learn more of what is going on at some point.

For his own safety, and he’s already agreed of course. Even if he’d wrinkled his nose and sighed in defeat when they’d talked about it. Alexander is enjoying being reintroduced to the world by Magnus and apparently, he’s a bit sad of how many things he won’t need to relearn if his memories return or Magnus shares his own.

Which is incredibly sweet, but alas there are dangers untold and Magnus cannot stay away in this realm with Alexander forever, no matter how much he wishes he could.

Still, they have a little longer to remain like this, in bliss.

Magnus flicks his finger and eight spinning orbs shoot into the sky, moving at random and each with a fist sized gem contained by hellfire.

Alexander’s eyes light up with delight and Magnus laughs, carefree and full of joy as he readies his bow and notches an arrow.

Magnus leans back in his chair and summons a drink with a contented sigh.

“Have fun, Alexander. The hellfire will ensure that even if you hit the gems, it will take several strikes before any true damage is done.”

“So unless it’s a direct strike, it will take several.” Alexander’s eyes are busy, tracking the arcs of fire across the sky.

“It’s at random, Alexander. You can’t—” even as Magnus speaks, Alexander makes his shot.

The sound of a crystal shattering fills the tranquil lake and Magnus watches with delight and pride as the gem shatters and drops, the hellfire conquered from a single blow.

He leans forward, laughing as his fingers tangle with Alexander’s quiver and yanks him back to kiss him eagerly.

 “I do love it when you prove me wrong.” Magnus purrs against Alexander’s mouth and there’s a satisfied laugh against his lips before Alexander finally kisses him back.

Properly and with a smugness that carries over to the confidence of his kisses.

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AN:

alec out here really wishing he doesn't need to get his memories until after Magnus has shown him everything personally because it's much more interesting and likable that way.

magnus is suffering okay, he has to the responsible one because he knows what the world is like and its very upsetting. he took would like to just introduce the world over to Alexander before he has to show them the mess of life

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magnus: darling for the sake of your pride i'm letting you know you won't be able to... oh... you're a sniper. that's hot

alec: he practically dared me to. he didn't believe in me! I definitely showed hi-mmf. oh okay kisses. I am pleased.

[winwintea]

deal with the devil

PAIRING ↬ rockstar!lee heeseung x fem!reader

TAGS ↬ drama, romance, angst, heavy angst, hee probably has bipolar idk he's so mean, tension so real, very toxic do not engage, but you engage anyways, selling your soul to the devil ofc !!!

WARNINGS ↬ cults probably, your average rockstar things yknow

SUMMARY ↬ the change was subtle but noticeable. you seemed to have lost him completely. hee wasn't yours anymore.

WORD COUNT ↬ 5.4k+

AUTHOR’S NOTE ↬ don't have much to say about this one. when life gives you heeseung you make him sell his soul to the devil ig

(as part of an april fools joke fic swap @polarisjisung actually wrote this all credit goes to her she’s like my icon)

YOU COULDN'T DO IT ANYMORE.

And that thought grew stronger with each moment that passed.

You watched Heeseung from the corner of your eye, his back turned towards you as he scrolled through his phone, fingers quick and determined. You hadn’t seen him in days, your schedules colliding, and you’d barely managed conversation, the clock ticking in the back of your mind with each word you had spoken to each other recently.  It had been like this for weeks now, an endless cycle of meetings, rehearsals, and press interviews.

There was no time for quiet conversations or late night milkshake runs like before, no space for those small moments away from your hectic lives. Instead the days blurred into one another, and in the rush of it all, you kept finding yourself alone, even when he was just a room away. 

You had tried to push the feeling down, to convince yourself that this was just a phase, that he was still there—somewhere beneath the surface of his distracted gaze and distant demeanor that he was still the man you loved. Your heeseung. But the more you tried to hold on, the more you realised he was slipping through your fingers, his attention elsewhere, his mind always a million miles away. Never present.

You had waited long enough to say something—had swallowed down the quiet resentment, forgotten the unanswered texts, the missed date nights, the constant late nights he spent out with people who weren’t you. Even those half hearted conversations, forgotten birthdays and anniversaries, the empty apologies, and the way he seemed more eager to leave than to stick around.

You had let it all go, every single time. The mistakes he had made, all in the name of his obsession, convincing yourself it didn’t matter.

But it did matter. Each moment you had overlooked, each time you had convinced yourself to be patient, was a weight on your chest. You were finding out now, it mattered a whole lot.

Over time, you had become so used to being the one who waited, the one to forgive, the one who made excuses for him, you weren’t sure why tonight was so different, why you felt this undying urgency to fix this, all you knew was that you couldn’t ignore it. Not anymore. 

The Heeseung you had fallen in love with, the one who once looked at you like you were the center of his world, his universe in fact, had now faded into someone completely unrecognisable. someone whose ambition had eclipsed everything—your love, no exception. 

The once familiar adoration in his eyes had been replaced by immense hunger, a constant thirst for validation that you couldn’t quench. His every action, his every behaviour, his mere existence, was all a sick reminder that you weren’t good enough, not for him and not for the name he was building. You weren’t enough at all. 

The late nights, the flashing lights, those endless meetings—they were his new lovers, and you were just an afterthought, if a thought at all.

“Do you even realise how much you’ve changed?” you asked. 

Honestly, you weren’t sure if you had even meant to say it, perhaps.you should've chosen your words more carefully, but you were tired of letting things go like they meant nothing. “It’s like I don’t know you anymore, Heeseung.”

Heeseung’s posture stiffened. His whole body froze in the second it took you to speak, heavy with discomfort.

And you saw it, how the muscles in his back tensed, the seething frustration in the way his chest rose and fell, in the tightness of his lips, the way his eyes flickered towards you but never stopped to meet yours. Like he didn't care enough to look your way.

“Are we really going to do this right now?” His voice was low, tone clipped, urging you not to keep talking.

But you had already decided, you were sick of being the only one who compromised. Tired of feeling insignificant, like some sort of unwanted baggage that was such a hassle to keep around. You were tired of feeling like you weren't loved.

And if it was any help, Heeseung still wasn't looking at you.

“You’ve barely been here,” you continued, “You’re always somewhere else, anywhere else, be it rehearsals or meetings or I don’t know what else. You’re just never here. Oh and when you are here, on the rare occasion that you actually are here Heeseung, I can barely tell the difference.” you speak with an incessant mocking in your tone that makes Heeseung's skin crawl, but then you pause, exhaling deeply before continuing “I miss the person you used to be.”

Heeseung clicked his tongue, staring out the window in front of him as he took note of the soft cracks in your voice, quiet and almost unnoticeable.

But then finally turned, his gaze locking onto you, making your breath hitch. 

This wasn’t the gentle gaze you had once known, filled with warmth and understanding. It was sharp, searching for something to blame, something to lash out at. And you couldn’t help but realise, this was the first time he’d looked your way in weeks.

“I’m doing what I have to do,” he said it like it was obvious, his words unapologetic. “You think I want it to be like this? I’ve got responsibilities. You think this life is easy? Just because things went well for you doesn’t mean they did for me. I have to focus to get the things I want.” It always came down to this with Heeseung, the thought that he was always falling behind when it came to his career. His success was never big enough compared to yours, his fame never great enough. He’d never said it outright, but you could feel it in the way he withdrew, the way he barely celebrated his own achievements. You’d thought it was just modesty at first, but now, the truth of it settled in your chest, maybe you’d been too blind. 

But he had always been proud of you, hadn’t he?

The resentment in his eyes spoke otherwise. You didn’t mention it though.

“And besides, you’re not the only one in this relationship you know.” He finished.

“I’m not asking you to put your job on the sidelines, Heeseung. I’m just asking that you don’t forget that I’m here too. Because yeah, I might not be the only one in this relationship, but it sure as hell feels that way. You’re just so- ” Heeseung cuts you off before you can finish.

“I’m so what?” his eyes narrowed, voice rising just a fraction, a bitter, thick defensiveness lacing through it. “I’m supposed to drop everything, forget my career, because you need me to be present for you? You know how hard I’ve been working.”

You felt the sting of his words, and for a moment, you lose the balance you'd been fighting so hard to maintain, the heat in your chest pushing you to say something that you knew you shouldn’t.

“You think I care about that? About how hard you work?” Your voice cracked as the words spilled out, unfiltered and bitter, but painfully honest. “You think it matters if you're too busy to even see me when you’re here? Maybe you need to realise that you’re so busy chasing this fame that you’ve forgotten everything else.”

Heeseung’s eyes flashed, and for the first time, you saw something in him you hadn’t expected, darkness, coldness, a glimpse of hatred. He took a step toward you, expression stoic, controlled, but his words were blunt, deliberate. “So that’s it? You’re mad because I’m trying to be someone? Trying to make something of myself?” His tone was laced with disbelief. “You really think this is about me wanting to leave you behind?”

“You are leaving me behind Heeseung.” you shot back, stepping forward too, the words coming out before you could even stop to think them over. “But you don’t see it, do you? You’re so wrapped up in being someone that you’ve forgotten about who you were.” You felt a lump form in your throat, choking you as your eyes began to water. “You’re not the person I fell in love with anymore, Heeseung. You’ve let this thing” you hands flailed around you, motioning to his world of success, fame, and whatever else he’d submerged himself in “take over you and I’m just not important to you.”

There was a long pause. Heeseung’s face had gone pale, but there was no softness in his expression, no acknowledgement of the hurt in your voice or the tears brimming your eyes—nothing. Instead, he stood there, fists clenched by his sides, shoulders tight with frustration. “And what do you want me to do about it?” 

Between you, the room fell quiet.

Heeseung tucked in a harsh breath and his voice was much calmer now,  “I can’t just stop. What do you want me to do? Do you really want me to throw everything away, huh, and for what? For you?”

Your heart twisted at his words, His voice echoed in your head, like each syllable made your throat constrict further. It felt like the room had closed in around you, the air suddenly thick, impossible to breathe. You wanted to speak, to defend yourself, but the words caught in your throat. Your eyes prickled, the sting of tears threatening to spill over, but you fought to hold them back, blinking rapidly to stop them from falling.

What did you want? You weren’t sure anymore. But it sure wasn't this.

You opened your mouth to say something, to explain, but it was of no use, Heeseung didn't want to see your point, and no amount of talking would make him. 

“Maybe you should throw it all away. Maybe you should throw me away too. You’ve already made it clear that I’m just in your way,” you said, the words stinging as they left your lips. You saw the flicker of shock in Heeseung’s eyes. But that was it, shock, only shock. No guilt, no sympathy, nothing. 

Heeseung’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, your stomach churned, low and painfully slow, anticipation heavy in your chest. Maybe you had it all wrong, maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t let you go like this.

“If that’s how you really feel, then maybe you’re right. Maybe I don’t need someone holding me back.” He laughed, sardonically almost, a deep rooted finality in each syllable that fell from his lips.

And despite the silent prayer you whispered, Heeseung didn't say another word, didn't retract his statement, he didn't care at all.

He simply turned towards the door without looking back, as if it had all been decided, as if everything you had just said didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things, as if it didn’t matter at all. “Think about what you just said,” he added over his shoulder, eyes piercing your own, like you were the one who messed up, like you were in the wrong.

The door slammed behind him, and just like that, you were alone again. 

You wondered, for a moment, if you had truly lost him — or if he had already been gone long before this.

It had been three weeks.  

Twenty one days since Heeseung walked out of your apartment and vanished. 

No calls. No texts. Nothing.  

At first, you'd gone through every logical step, checking with mutual friends, calling his manager, even passing by the studio he frequented. Every time, the answer was the same, no one had seen him. 

Days blurred into nights, and Heeseung hadn't come home. 

You had told yourself you wouldn’t be the one to break, that you wouldn’t sit by the door like some loser waiting for him to come home. You had more self respect than that. Still, every time you heard footsteps outside your apartment, your heart skipped a beat. But it was never him, never Heeseung.

The cold bit against your skin as you left the venue, your limbs still aching from your concert hours ago. 

You weren’t sure why you had agreed to go on tonight—maybe to get your mind off him, maybe to remind yourself that life moved on even when people left.  It was true.

The world didn’t stop just because yours had. 

Planes still took off, traffic still clogged the streets, fans still lined up outside venues, screaming your name like nothing had changed. 

The industry kept moving, relentless and unforgiving, demanding smiles, perfect performances, and effortless charm, even when you felt like you were falling apart.

The universe kept spinning, indifferent to your grief. And so, you had moved with it. 

Three weeks soon became four, and weeks turned into months. Heeseung was gone, and you'd finally accepted it.

Or so you thought.

Because just when you thought you were fine, over the hurt he had caused, he was back.  

Standing at the end of the dimly lit alley, just past the neon glow of the streetlights, Heeseung leaned against the wall like he’d never been gone. Like the last few months had been nothing but a pause.  

Your heart dropped.  

And despite the way his name had been at the tip of your tongue for weeks now, you couldn't bring yourself to call out to him, to shout his name. 

You couldn't do anything but watch.

His posture was different, more relaxed, somewhat self-assured. 

The Heeseung you knew had always carried an unshakable confidence, but this was something else entirely. He exuded presence, like the very air bent around him. Even in the low light, his features seemed sharper, his eyes darker than the soft brown you knew and loved.

Something was wrong.   

You swallowed against the tightness in your throat, forcing your feet to shuffle forward.  

“Heeseung?” You barely broke past the quiet of the night.

He pushed off the wall at the sound of your voice , his lips curling into something that should’ve been a smile but wasn’t. It was too smooth, everything you knew and loved with this tinge of insincerity.

“Miss me?”  

The words sent a shiver down your spine. There was something unnervingly familiar about them, yet they didn’t sound like him. Exactly like what Heeseung would say, nothing like how he would say it.

Your breath hitched as he took a slow step closer, closing the space between you. He even smelled different, not bad, but richer, something intoxicating. Dizzying almost.

And his eyes. God, his eyes. The warmth that once lived there was gone, replaced by deep hollowness. Piercing but so immensely captivating. You couldn’t bring yourself to look away.

Heeseung was back, your Heeseung was back, but he was so incredibly different. 

The first few days after Heeseung’s return were exactly as you expected, warm, happy and uneventful.

But you couldn't help but find one thing strange.

He acted as if nothing had happened. No apologies, no explanations. Just casual, Let’s not make a big deal out of it angel when you tried to ask where he’d been.  

And naturally you let it slide. You didn't question further, not when all you had cared about in the past few weeks stood right in front of you. You had spent weeks wondering if he was okay, if he’d come back, if he was even alive, so of course, you had let it slide, foolishly you had let it slide.

At first, you told yourself it was just in your head. That after weeks of silence, it was normal for things to feel off. That you were just overthinking, reading way too much into the smallest details of the way he carried himself now. 

But slowly, the littlest of things began piling up. Those quiet moments where there should’ve been ugly laughter or awkward stare and stolen glances. You started noticing how he held you, tight but still, like he didn't want to but knew he had to. You caught the way his eyes lingered a second too long, like he was reading you, picking you and your thoughts apart in their entirety. 

This wasn’t just distance. It was something else, something that made your skin prickle and your heart beat just a touch faster.

Then again, maybe, things weren't that bad after all. Things were going smoothly. You were just overthinking, analysing things that weren’t worth a second thought. 

But then there were the moments that felt off. The way he seemed distracted more often than not, his attention pulled away from you, even when you were in the same room. It wasn’t a huge thing, just enough to make you wonder if there was something more beneath the surface that neither of you wanted to acknowledge. Exactly like before, but somehow totally different.

Most notably, Heeseung was more affectionate than ever—kissing you softly, whispering how much he missed you, brushing his fingers along your skin like you were something fragile. It should have felt comforting. But instead, it felt like a performance. Like he was playing the role of someone who used to love you. The warmth of his touch was there, but it felt distant, as if he was offering affection not out of instinct, but out of obligation. 

You couldn’t put your finger on it, but you and Heeseung had settled into a strange sort of rhythm, and it was nothing like before

The first time you noticed anything.

It was late. You sat curled up on the couch, scrolling through your phone, the room dimly lit by the TV in front of you. Heeseung sat beside you, one arm draped lazily over the back of the couch, his fingers tracing slow circles on your shoulder.  

Pin drop silence filled the room. An uncomfortable silence that wasn't familiar in the slightest.

But the old Heeseung, your Heeseung always talked.  

Even in moments like this, he used to hum a tune under his breath, make a dad joke about whatever was on TV, or tease you for the way your nose scrunched up when you were concentrating on something. But tonight, he was silent.   

You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye. The same, yet so different. His posture was relaxed, but there was something about the way he held himself still, unmoving. 

“Heeseung,” you called softly.  

His head turned smoothly, a little too smoothly, his gaze locking onto yours in an instant.  

It startled you. Not because he was looking at you, but because it felt like he had been waiting for you to speak, as if he wasn’t fully present until you called out to him.  Like he needed you to pull him back to reality.

“What?” His voice was casual, easy, like he hadn’t just unnerved you. As if nothing was wrong, and maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it really wasn’t. You were overthinking.

You swallowed, suddenly forgetting why you had called his name. “Nothing” You trailed, “It's just that you’re quiet tonight.”  

Heeseung blinked at you before smiling, tilting his head slightly, amused.  

“You want me to talk more?”  

It was a strange question, almost unnatural in the way it was phrased. Like he was offering, rather than responding.  

“No, I just-” You hesitated, perhaps you were getting all up in your head, so you shook your head, forcing a laugh. “Never mind.”  

Heeseung’s smile widened slightly as he shifted closer, his fingers now tracing softly along your jaw. “Miss my voice that much?” His voice was lower, smoother, like he was trying to pull you in.  

The warmth of his touch should have been comforting, but something about it sent a chill up your spine.  

“I just” You trailed off, unable to explain the unease creeping in.  

Heeseung didn’t push. He only leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple, his lips just a little too cold, a little too still against your skin.  

And the silence stretched on.  

You found him in the studio a few nights later, hunched over his notebook, scribbling away. For a moment, a wave of relief washed over you. This was familiar—this was Heeseung, writing music, getting lost in his own world. Your heeseung who you hadn’t seen in weeks.

“Working on something new?” you asked, walking in.  

Heeseung didn’t jump or flinch. He just lifted his head, slow and deliberate, like he had already known you were there.  

“Yeah.” He turned the notebook toward you, inviting you to read.  

You stepped closer, eyes scanning the lyrics. And then you frowned.  

Different, it was so different. And it wasn't just limited to his behaviour or his actions, it was everything. Like nothing was the same.

Heeseung's writing always permeated intense longing, passion bleeding through every line. They were warm and comforting, he wrote lyrics of love.

But these lyrics in front of you were a stark contrast. The words carried a darkness, a sharp precision that felt unsettling. They were cold, detached, devoid of the emotion that usually defined his work. 

And then you noticed something else. Lately it felt like that was all you were doing, noticing.

His handwriting was the last thing you expected to have changed.

It was still his, but it felt cleaner, more precise. Heeseung had always been messy, scrawling ideas on paper like he was racing against time. Not like this, not so perfect.

You forced a smile, pushing down the uneasy feeling curling in your stomach. “It’s different.”  

Heeseung tilted his head. “You don’t like it?”  

“No, it's just” You hesitated. 

Just what? You didn’t even know how to explain what felt so off. All you knew was that something wasn't right. 

Heeseung watched you for a long moment, then let out a soft chuckle, leaning back in his chair. “Guess I’ve changed a little.”  

The way he said it made your skin crawl.  

Before you could respond, he reached for your hand, lifting it to his lips and pressing a slow, deliberate kiss against your knuckles. His eyes stayed on yours, searching, like he was waiting for you to react.  

“Do you like it?” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin.  

You swallowed. “The song?”  

His smile lingered. “Everything.”  

You don't respond, eyes unwavering from your hand. Heeseung always thought kisses on the hand were tacky, that they were corny. Heeseung didn't act like this.

This wasn't him.

And this time you were certain.

It was a small thing. A tiny moment. But it stuck with you. And perhaps you'd taken more care to notice these small quirks in Heeseung recently, but this had truly caught your attention.

You had just finished brushing your teeth when you noticed Heeseung standing in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at his reflection.  

At first, you thought he was fixing his hair or something. But then you realised—he wasn’t moving at all, simply staring.  

His eyes flickered, following his own reflection like he was studying something foreign. His expression was blank, unreadable.  

“Hee?” you called softly.  

His shoulders stiffened slightly before he turned to you. His face was normal again—relaxed, easygoing. That same small smile, so well practised you almost couldn't tell it was.

“Yeah?”  

You hesitated. “What are you doing?”  

He glanced back at the mirror, then shrugged. “Nothing. Just thinking.”  

You nodded slowly, trying to shake the cold creeping up your spine. “Okay.”  

Heeseung stepped closer, brushing a hand along your arm as he walked past. Then, without warning, he slipped an arm around your waist and pulled you against his chest.  

The old Heeseung had always been affectionate, but this was different. He held you just a little too tight, fingers pressing into your skin like he was afraid to let go.  

His lips brushed against your ear, voice lower and ever so slightly smoother. “You’re thinking too much.”  

You let out a quiet laugh, trying to mask the way your pulse quickened. “Maybe.”  

Heeseung turned you to face him, his thumb stroking slowly along your cheek. His gaze was warm, his smile soft. Perfect.  

And maybe that was the problem. Your heeseung wasn't perfect, nor was your love. This wasn't right.

“You don’t have to worry about anything angel,” he murmured. “I’m here.”  

You should have been comforted. You should have.

But all you could think about was the way he had been looking at himself in the mirror. You felt the bile rise to your throat, rethinking it over.

How it felt so unnatural.

And how, for just a second, his reflection didn’t look like him at all. 

Suddenly you were sure, this couldn't be it. There was something else, something you didn't know, and you were determined to find out what.

It was late—past midnight—but you weren’t asleep.  

You had woken up to an odd sound, something faint and rhythmic, like soft tapping against the floor. At first, you thought it was just the apartment settling, but then you noticed Heeseung’s side of the bed was empty.  

Frowning, you sat up, rubbing your eyes before glancing toward the door. The faint glow of the streetlights seeped through the cracks, casting long, stretching shadows across the room.  

That’s when you saw it.  

Heeseung stood just outside the doorway, barely visible in the dim light. His back was to you, head tilted slightly downward as if he were deep in thought. But it wasn’t him that made your stomach drop.  

It was his shadow.  

It didn’t move right. For a moment, it didn’t move at all.

The room was still, not a single breeze disturbing the air, but his shadow, it flickered. Like a candle flame.  

You swallowed hard, your pulse pounding in your ears.  

“Heeseung?” Your voice came out shakier than you intended.  

He stilled for a moment before turning around slowly, a smooth, practiced motion—like he had already known you were watching.  Practised, like his every movement, every action, every interaction was, never raw or honest, always measured, rehearsed.

His face was unreadable, the dim light carving out sharp angles across his features. And just as easily as always, he smiled. That perfect, soft smile.  

“Couldn’t sleep?” His voice was warm, teasing, like nothing was wrong. You forced yourself to breathe. To act normal. To pretend you hadn’t seen whatever this all was. 

“Something like that”  

Heeseung’s smile lingered as he took slow steps toward you, crawling back into bed without a word. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close, his breath steady against your skin.  

But your body stayed stiff.  

Because you knew.  

Whatever was lying next to you, holding you like it always had.  

It wasn’t Heeseung. You hardly thought it was human at all.

The truth didn’t come in a grand confession. Heeseung never sat you down and told you what he had done. He never even hinted at it.  

But the truth had a way of revealing itself, slowly and painfully, until you could no longer ignore it.  

The evening had started like every other. You and Heeseung had spent the day wrapped up in your schedules, but now, as the sun dipped behind the city skyline, you were finally alone together. You sat on the couch, scrolling through your phone, while Heeseung moved quietly in the kitchen. The subtle shift in the air was hard to ignore, but you brushed it off at first. Maybe it was just exhaustion—this was the first time in weeks you’d had a moment to yourself.

But the longer you sat there, the more you noticed the way Heeseung moved. His footsteps were light, calculated. His back was to you, but there was something about the way his shoulders tensed with every small motion, like he was listening for something you couldn’t hear. A faint, unnatural stillness filled the room, and you could feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand.

You glanced up, and for a moment, your gaze locked with his across the room. 

His eyes were darker than usual, like they were sucking the light out of the room. The pupils were narrow slits, like a predator’s, and for the briefest second, the air around him glowed with something otherworldly. 

It was so subtle, you swore you would have missed it if you hadn’t been paying attention, but you didn’t need to be a psychic to sense that something was off. 

Heeseung noticed your gaze and smiled, but it wasn’t his usual soft, comforting smile. You hadn't seen that smile in weeks, even so, this was far more sinister than anything you could recognize.  It was stretched, sharp, like a wolf’s grin, and the edges of his lips twitched, revealing his pearl white  teeth. The smile lingered a moment too long, as if waiting for you to say something, anything, before his expression settled back into something more neutral. 

But the glint in his eyes didn’t fade. And you weren’t foolish enough to let this go.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” he said, his voice rich, intoxicating, and so incredibly calm. The sound of it made your skin prickle. You felt sick.

You opened your mouth to respond, but a sudden, intense chill swept through the room, catching you off guard. The warmth of the evening, the soft hum of the apartment, all felt like they were being drained away, gone in the instant it took you to blink. You stared at him, unable to look away. He stood there, still, unmoving,  and for a moment, you could almost swear his silhouette wavered, like smoke.

Something inside you snapped, a flicker of realization that you couldn’t ignore any longer. There was no denying it now.

"Heeseung..." Your voice faltered, throat constricted, the words coming out in a whisper of broken syllables "What’s going on?"

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he turned his head slowly, almost deliberately, his gaze locking with yours again, and this time, you could feel the shift in the room, thick, suffocating. 

His eyes were black now, completely devoid of color, just these endless pools of unfamiliar all-encompassing darkness that seemed to swallow everything they touched. The air felt too heavy to breathe, and you felt a weight settle in your chest, a pressure that wasn’t there before. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t speak.

He stepped forward, his footsteps not just quiet, but perfectly silent, his face impossibly close to yours. You could smell something faintly metallic, like the sharp tang of blood, but it didn’t make sense. 

“I didn’t want you to find out like this,” he said, his voice now lower “But I guess you’re smarter than I thought.”

Your heart hammered in your chest, and your eyes widened as you saw the remnants of warmth flicker in his demeanor, like the edges of his humanity were starting to fray. His pupils dilated, and the air thickened with a heaviness you couldn’t explain, like the very walls of the room were pressing in around you.

“Heeseung... what are you?” you whispered, your voice shaking.

For a split second, there was a flicker of regret in his eyes—just a flicker, but it was there, and it made your stomach twist with a sick realization. Then just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone, replaced by an expression that was cold and uncaring. He leaned closer, his breath cold against your skin.

"I made a deal," he said, his voice barely recognisable "A deal I didn’t think would cost me this much."

Your chest tightened, the room spinning as the weight of his words hit you. Heeseung hadn’t just been acting distant. 

He had changed, slowly, undeniably. The person you thought you knew—your Heeseung,wasn’t standing in front of you anymore. 

This thing, this thing in his skin, was something else entirely.

A cold, inhuman smile curled at the edges of his lips. "And there’s nothing you can do about it now."

As his smile widened, you saw something that made your blood run cold: his teeth were longer, sharper, glinting with some sort of an unnatural sheen, as if they were made for tearing, for hunting. His skin seemed to ripple, ever so slightly, like something moving beneath it.

And in that moment, with the weight of everything crashing down on you, you realized the horrifying truth: Heeseung had made a deal with something far older, far darker than you could ever comprehend. A deal with the devil, and it had come to collect.

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I love you - I doubt it

Pairing: Chan x gn!reader

Word Count: 1571

Summary: Chan gets a message that would've made him the happiest man on earth only a while ago. Now, he doesn't know what to believe anymore.

Warnings/Tags: angst, chan centered

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Chan sat on his bed, staring at the glowing screen of his phone. His room was dimly lit, the soft hum of the air conditioner the only sound filling the silence. He had just finished scrolling through the usual notifications, his mind dulled by the routine of checking emails, missed calls, and scattered messages. But then, amidst the noise of daily communication, one message stood out, its simplicity pulling him out of the monotony of his scrolling.

I love you.

It was from you. He blinked, momentarily frozen. The words, clear and concise, hung there in the quiet air, reverberating in his mind. There was a time when those words would have lit up his world. He could still remember the first time you’d said them—how his heart had leaped, how his breath had caught in his throat. The flood of warmth, the feeling of being seen, of being valued. But now, as he stared at those three words on the screen, something had shifted.

He didn’t feel the familiar rush of emotion. Instead, his first thought was cold, dispassionate, and bitterly practical.

I doubt it.

He immediately regretted thinking it, but it was the truth. He couldn’t escape the gnawing doubt that had been creeping into his mind for months now. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to believe you still loved him. It wasn’t that he wanted to give up on the idea of you and him. It was just that, over time, something had changed. And he wasn’t sure if either of you had noticed it, or maybe you were just better at pretending it hadn’t.

He sat back against the headboard, his fingers grazing the side of the phone absentmindedly. The message stayed on the screen, taunting him with its simplicity. I love you. Those words should be enough, shouldn’t they? They should fix whatever invisible distance had begun to stretch between you. They should have the power to pull him back into that feeling, that intoxicating sense of connection. But they didn’t.

Instead, they felt like a promise he wasn’t sure you could keep anymore. Or maybe it was a promise neither of you had the energy to uphold.

It wasn’t like this before. There was a time when you two were inseparable, emotionally intertwined in a way that had felt so natural, so effortless. You had shared everything, from the smallest, most insignificant details of your day to the deep, raw vulnerabilities that you hid from everyone else. He had loved you for that – how you trusted him, how you opened yourself to him completely. And he had given you the same in return, never hesitating to share his fears, his dreams, his uncertainties.

But life has a way of complicating things. Chan found himself thinking back over the last year, the slow, almost imperceptible drift that had started to happen. It wasn’t a single moment, not a dramatic argument or a hurtful betrayal. It was more like the erosion of a coastline, gradual and unnoticed until one day you look up, and the shore is so far from where it once was. That’s how it felt between you two now. The connection that had once felt so solid, so unshakeable, now felt fragile, like it could break with a single careless touch.

It was little things at first. The missed calls, the forgotten details, the way you had started to prioritize other aspects of your life over time spent together. He had noticed it but hadn’t wanted to make a big deal out of it. Everyone grows and changes, right? People have different needs at different times in their lives. He had convinced himself that it was just a phase, that soon things would go back to the way they were.

But they hadn’t.

The silences between you had grown longer. The once easy, flowing conversations had started to falter, punctuated by awkward pauses where neither of you seemed to know what to say. You both tried to fill the gaps with reassurances, gestures of affection, but they felt forced, like you were trying to recapture something that had already slipped away.

And now, here was this message. I love you. The words felt like they came from a different time, a different version of you. The version of you that still shared everything with him, that still looked at him with that unguarded expression of trust. But that version had faded, hadn’t it? Replaced by someone more distant, more distracted. And maybe, just maybe, he had changed too. Maybe he wasn’t as attentive as he used to be, wasn’t as present.

Chan sighed, rubbing a hand across his face. He wished he could just respond the way he once would have—I love you too. It had been automatic, instinctive before. But now, it felt like a lie. Not because he didn’t care about you, not because he didn’t want to love you. But because there was something hollow about those words now, something that didn’t ring true.

He wondered if you felt it too. Did you send that message out of habit? Was it a routine? Or did you still mean it, deeply, truly, the way you had when you first said it? He couldn’t be sure. And that’s what scared him. The doubt, the uncertainty. How had it come to this? How did something that once felt so right now feel so wrong?

It wasn’t that he didn’t believe in love anymore. He did. But he wasn’t sure if what you two had was still love, at least not in the way it had once been. Maybe it had transformed into something else—something more complicated, less romantic. Something more like mutual obligation, or familiarity, or a kind of quiet companionship. But love? That passionate, all-consuming feeling that had once defined your relationship? He wasn’t sure if that was still there.

He put the phone down on the bed beside him, leaving the message unanswered for now. He needed time to think, to sort through his feelings. He wasn’t ready to respond until he could figure out what he truly felt and what he wanted. Maybe you two were just going through a rough patch. Maybe this was something you could work through if you both put in the effort. But then again, maybe this was the beginning of the end.

The thought made his chest tighten with a strange mix of fear and resignation. The idea of losing you was painful, but there was also a part of him that wondered if letting go would be a relief. The constant questioning, the persistent doubt, the weight of a love that no longer felt easy—it was exhausting. Could you two really go on like this? Or was it time to face the truth that something fundamental had changed between you, something that might never be the same again?

Chan leaned his head back against the headboard, closing his eyes. He replayed your relationship in his mind, the early days when everything was new and exciting, the middle years when you had settled into a comfortable rhythm, and now, this period of uncertainty. He realized that love wasn’t just a feeling. It was work. It was commitment. It was choosing each other, every day, even when things got hard. Lately, he wasn’t sure if either of you were still choosing each other the way you once did.

He didn’t want to admit it, but part of him was angry. Angry that you had let things slip, that you hadn’t fought harder to keep the connection alive. But then again, he knew it wasn’t fair to blame you entirely. He was just as responsible for the distance that had grown between you. Maybe he hadn’t been paying attention. Maybe he had let himself get too caught up in his own world, in his own doubts.

Still, the message lingered. I love you. It was such a simple phrase, but it carried so much weight. He wanted to believe it. He wanted to trust that it was still true. But the doubt remained, like a shadow he couldn’t shake.

“I doubt it,” he whispered to himself again, the words leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. He hated feeling this way. He hated that he couldn’t just accept your love at face value anymore, that he had to question it, analyze it, pick it apart. He missed the days when love felt simple, when it was just you and him against the world.

But those days were gone, weren’t they? Now, it felt like it was just him, sitting alone in his room, staring at a message that should have meant everything, but instead, left him feeling empty.

Chan wasn’t sure what the future held for you two. Maybe you could work through this, find a way back to each other. Or maybe this was the beginning of a slow, inevitable drift apart. Either way, he knew one thing for sure—something had changed. And once change happens, there’s no going back to the way things were. Not really.

For now, all he could do was sit with the uncertainty, with the doubt. And as he lay back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, he couldn’t help but wonder if love, a relationship, friendship, was supposed to feel this complicated, this fragile. Or if maybe, just maybe, it was time to let go.

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ESCAPE 5

PART FIVE

"Don't wanna end this game, hope it plays for eternity"

pairing: Chan x Reader

tags: m/m/f, smut, 18+ mdni, massage sex, friends with benefits, soft feelings, unprotected sex.

word count: 3.2k

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It was the end of the semester, and you were exhausted.

By choice, of course, you reminded yourself –- all this was by choice. You studied hard because you were ambitious, but you were just tired of everything. You were tired of the campus coffee, tired of stale cafe bagels as a substitute for actual, balanced meals that you never really had time to cook.

The only thing you weren’t tired of was embarrassing, you thought to yourself as you typed out a concise conclusion to an eighteen-page final essay. It was humiliating and a little juvenile, because you prided yourself on being the type of person with a balanced and clean set of pleasure sources, including but not limited to hot showers and casual sex. You aimed not to let any one of your obsessions overtake other parts of your life. Balance.

Lately though, you didn’t have as much control over things as you’d hoped. As you absently clicked through tabs on your laptop, you realized that you could hardly call the sex you were having at this apartment casual.

For starters, you were doing your homework curled in Hyunjin’s bed, his duvet wrapped around your shoulders like a burrito. You wore an over sized t-shirt snatched from Chan’s dresser, and the food you’d eaten today had come exclusively from the two boys’ shared fridge. You did go to your own apartment sometimes, mostly to grab a change of clothes, a quick bite, or a forgotten library book, but you hadn’t actually spent the night at home in days.

Why would you though? Last night, for example, which you spent in Hyunjin’s room, pretending to focus on schoolwork until, of course, you couldn’t pretend anymore, and the evening had dissolved into a delirious haze, the two of you taking turns with the other until you’d finally fallen asleep, exhausted, against Hyunjin’s chest at, maybe, three in the morning. There was no reason to go home. Everything you could possibly want was here; or rather, was at class and would be here very soon. When it arrived, you’d be on-track to abandoning your homework and indulging in some much-needed relaxation.

You heard a light knock on Hyunjin’s door, which dissolved whatever imaginary scenario you were brewing in your head to avoid start ing your next assignment.

“Come in,” you said, sitting up and crossing your legs on the bed, your laptop balanced on a pillow in front of you. The door opened and Chan’s head popped through. You smiled, you couldn’t really help that; the hard-to-please act was much harder to keep up with him than Hyunjin. You admired the curly mussed up look of his hair, the faint dark circles under his eyes indicating his own personal finals-week hell.

“Have you eaten today?” he asked. The genuine sound of care in his voice made your chest warm, even as your face twisted into a playful smirk.

“Worried about me?” you asked. “I had some yogurt and granola for breakfast. Isn’t it still pretty early?”

“It’s 5pm.,” he said shortly, coming in fully through the door. “I’ll order us takeout, or something.”

The way Chan so effortlessly offered to pay for your dinner left you completely disarmed, your face softened. You closed your laptop and stretched your arms above your head, stifling a yawn as each joint in your back crunched audibly.

“That’s really sweet, Channie,” you said, your eyes squeezing shut. “Honestly, I am hungry; plus like; my brain is soup from looking at a screen all day.”

You kept your eyes closed as you sat up straight, pain prickling through your neck and upper back. How long were you sitting in here, hunched over your computer like a goblin? Hyunjin had those blackout blinds that completely obscured the sunlight, so it was like time wasn’t real here; night or day, it’s impossible to tell.

“My back hurts,” you muttered, more to yourself than anything. “I should do my work out in the living room where there’s real windows...”

“Your back?” Chan said, and you look up to meet his gaze.

“Mhm,” you nodded, starting to scoot gingerly towards the side of the bed. “It only gets bad around this time of year. It’s cold outside, and I spend hours on my computer, or bent over a desk doing schoolwork, and I never remember to take breaks, or to stretch…”

“Would you let me rub your shoulders?” He asked, and you flushed- not just at the question, but the genuine way he asked it. Your stomach thrummed and you looked up once again to lock eyes with Chan.

You would have loved to say something witty, playful, mean; but you couldn’t think of anything that wouldn’t be rude in response to something so legitimately sweet. So you nodded wordlessly and swung your legs off the side of the bed. You patted the mattress lightly.

“I figure you’re allowed on here,” you quipped, and Chan smiled, hopping onto the bed and settling himself behind you. He placed his hands gently at your neck and began to massage.

“Has anyone ever told you, you’re a little tense?” he asked, running his hands gingerly around your upper back, and you scoffed.

“Never in my life,” you responded. Now that your head wasn’t buried in your computer screen, you were made aware of the sharp, angry ache of your back muscles and the pain that shot through you when you shifted positions.

“Sorry for being so cranky,” you muttered to the empty space in front of you, deeply aware of Chan’s touch as he moved methodically across the tops of your shoulders. “I guess it -– it actually really hurts. I didn’t realize. But what you’re doing feels nice”

“I don’t mind,” he said gently. “This is nice too”

You liked the way he spoke to you; open and honest and simply genuine. You believed him, when he said it was nice. It helped you accept the care he was offering without your usual, oh-please-I-can-handle-myself-don’t-worry fuss.

You felt your ears turn pink as Chan squeezed the point where your neck met your shoulders, and the tense knot inside you softened and began to relax. You took a deep breath.

“You’re really good at this,” you said, and Chan responded by rolling his fingers across your shoulder blades, sending a flare of goosebumps down your arms. You exhaled, the pressure of his hands releasing knots you thought must have been constricting your lungs, somehow. You let your head roll back to rest against Chan’s chest. He unfolded his legs and let your body relax fully into his as he massaged your shoulders.

“God,” you said breathlessly. “That’s really good”

“Mm,” he responded before leaning forward and landing a chaste kiss on your jawbone.

You tilted your head a little further to one side, exposing more of your jaw and the curve of your neck.

“Do that again, please,” you breathed, your voice fuzzy and relaxed.

Chan made another low noise in his throat, this time choosing to kiss the delicate spot at the base of your ear. It was still chaste, but the placement elicited an involuntary shiver. He felt it too, releasing a small sigh, and you felt yourself melt even deeper into his arms.

He pressed both thumbs into the twin muscles that coiled between your shoulder blades and spine, before kissing you behind your ear again. This time you felt his tongue slide briefly across your skin as he dragged his lips down a part of your neck. You gasped, your body responding with a shiver that pulled your back into a delicate arch.

Chan rested his hands at your shoulders, his mouth hovering close. You liked the feeling of his body pressed against yours from behind, the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, the weight of his soft cock against the base of your spine.

You reached a hand up to grip his hair, pulling him down to kiss your shoulder again.

“Keep going?” you prodded, pressing yourself back and turning your head to breathe in his ear.

“Mmm,” he says again, resting his chin against you, planting measured kisses down your neck. “Don’t we both have work to do?”

He liked you so much you could feel it through your shirt that work was the last thing on his mind. He smiled against your skin, his fingers still kneading the knots from your upper arms, pulling you as close as he could- like he wanted to absorb you, and God you almost wished he could.

“We do have work,” you said slowly. “And we need to eat but, I… don’t… I don’t… I don’t care.”

You slid your eyes to the side, watching the bob of his head in your side view.

“Chan,” you said. “Please?”

When you said Please you felt him instantly harden against you.

“Fine,” he huffed, like he was letting something slip, though he hadn’t stopped kissing you since he started. You let out a noise of satisfaction, falling to the side as you grasped at Chan’s shirt collar, tugging him down on top of you.

You hadn’t had any one-on-one time with Chan the way you had with Hyunjin, you realized. You also realized that this had been an oversight on your part –you adored Hyunjin, brat that he was, but Chan had been so eager to please it was devastating. He rolled his hips gently against you, sighing into your mouth, his hands tangling in your hair as he smiled –his lips curling at the corners as they met yours. You slipped your hands beneath his shirt, rucking it up and off, feeling the ridges of his chest as your fingers traced up his sides.

He was so gentle, careful not to aggravate your back pain. you would have welcomed roughness, but it had been almost heartbreakingly nice to be handled this delicately. He moved with restraint, kissing your lips, your neck, murmuring for permission before sliding your tank top off. He hitched your legs onto his shoulders trailing soft kisses down your thighs before pressing his mouth to the fabric of your underwear, drawing a desperate writhe from you.

“Oh, my god,” you cried weakly. “Please, please.”

He tugged off the rest of your clothing, his hands steady, then pressed his mouth to the heat between your legs, his nose brushing gently against the pulse of your clit as he dragged his tongue across you. You whimpered, trying to keep your legs from shaking. The tenderness of his touch, after months of rough-if perfect-sex with Hyunjin, made you ache with a delirious kind of want, one you had only associated with cruel, drawn-out teasing. The worst part was that Chan wasn’t trying to tease you at all.

When he pulled away to look at you- lips slick and pink– you turned, pressing your mouth to the pillow to muffle a moan. His absence was unbearable. Violent. Eyes shut tight, you yanked at his hair, dragging him back down. But this was violent, too-too soft, too slow, too sweet. Purposefully torturous. You arched your back, barely restraining yourself from shoving him deeper so he couldn’t breathe.

“More,” you gasped, covering your eyes, your face a shining, blushing mess. “Please, you’re so -you’re so good, I want–”

You didn’t even need to finish. Chan circled you with his tongue, then slowly, languidly buried a finger inside you.

The bright ache -an instant relief,– spinned you hopelessly, dragging you towards the edge of an orgasm. You couldn’t control the tremors that wracked your body; you had wanted to finish, had wanted him, so bad you shivered with it. Then he started to move, teasing your clit with his tongue, pressing one, then two fingers into you in a slow, perfect rhythm. You clutched at the bed sheets, your vision blurring at the edges.

“Don’t–stop–” you said to the rhythm of his hand, of his tongue, as he fucked you. “Chan – C-channie, p–please, don’t–don’t stop, you’ll m– you’ll make– you’ll make– me come–”

And he did, and you cried out with your blood singing, dazzling and sweet, your back arching as you shook against his mouth.

Your ears rang pleasantly as the glittery shock of your orgasm faded. As he pulls away again, you reveled in the feeling of him kissing your inner thighs, then your stomach, then the soft curve of your hips.

“Mm,” you groaned, “Come here, come here.”

He crawled up to plant a kiss on your chin, and you pressed your lips to his as he settled next to you, his hair a tousled mess, his lips almost imperceptibly swollen. You kissed him and kissed him and kissed him, humming when he wrapped his arms around your back as if he meant to resume the massage.

You indulged him for a moment -you wanted to be this close more often, possibly all the time -but eventually pulled away to kiss down his neck, his collarbone. You paused, then dragged your tongue over his nipple, your fingers tracing his sides, then his hips, and you dipped to kiss the skin just above his waistband as you tugged off his sweatpants and underwear. He was hard -– you felt a glow of affection and delight knowing that getting you off was what turned him on- goosebumps flaring along his arms as you thumbed at his hip bones, dipped your head and swiped your tongue across his tip, already beading with precum and as pretty as you remembered.

Chan inhaled, as if to say something, to ask for more or give an order or beg, but when you looked up, he was flexing his jaw, one hand bunching into a fist at his side. It dawned on you that he might have been restraining himself too– of course he had been, though you didn’t necessarily expect him to be so reserved now that he’d gotten you off and your roles had shifted. You recalled how he looked at the end of your evening together with Hyunjin. He was messy, undone, helplessly fucked out. He looked like he’d forgotten restraint completely.

You wanted very much to make him look that way again.

You snaked your hand up his chest and pushed two fingers into his mouth, and he groaned with an automatic ease into your hand before clenching his fist once more, cutting himself off. You squeezed at his thigh and drew your other hand from his mouth abruptly, your fingers glistening, as you slid your hand down, slicking his cock with spit and the ooze of his precum. This elicited another clipped moan.

Slowly you sat up, hitching a leg over him and slowly, you sank down onto his cock with a satisfied hum that pitched to a low whimper as you take him deep and felt him bottom out. Chan gasped, swearing, squeezing the sheets with one shaking hand.

You started to move-slow at first, then faster- as his hips began to twitch and shudder to your rhythm. You were still satisfied and raw, so you used your clearheadedness to move with purpose, with control, reaching out to hold his chin between your thumb and forefinger as you rode. His mouth was open, panting, desperate; his eyes flashed with an emotion you didn’t recognize-not at first- until you hitched your hips to drive him particularly deep and recognized it, suddenly, as a guarded adoration.

You wanted that guard obliterated. You dragged thumb over the plush of Chan’s lip, slowed the motion of your hips into a slow, deliberate rocking motion. The change in pace earned you his hands clenching at your thighs, your hips-he burned with it; he wanted to push you down, fuck you out right there on his lap. But he was still being polite.

You pressed both hands over Chan’s grip, coaxing him down, down, until the weight of his pressure sank you further over the throb of his cock. You tilted your hips just right, angled your spine until each stroke sent a spark tearing through your core, sweet, blinding and hot. When he tugged harder, you exhaled -gasped, smiled- as he rolled his head back, moaning, swearing again, building your rhythm like it belonged to him.

“Keep going,” you murmured as he shuddered beneath you, rolling your hips and watching his eyelashes flutter, adoring the way he drove him cock into you, a layer of restraint falling away with each stroke, with the filthy, gorgeous sound your bodies made as they collided and collided. “Please.”

You splayed your fingers against his chest and watched, measuring your rhythm with his, a coil building in your stomach, as he lost himself, his movements became jagged, then taut and still; his grip on your hips loosening, his hands falling to the side as he arched his back and you carried him over the edge; his perfect moan, almost a sob, then your name, your name, your name; the warm flush of his cum filling you, the seamless seconds it took for you to crash into your own orgasm, your body tightening around him until you came, then relaxed, spent and trembling and weak. As you lifted off, pulling him out; he pulled you down for a kiss, and another, and another, messy, still tasting like you.

“Thank you for the massage,” you said weakly into his ear, and he laughed breathlessly.

“It’s my pleasure,” he said, then looked at you sideways, smiling shyly, still panting a little. “I really… like you. I’m having fun with you.”

“Not the only thing you’re having,” you chuckled, to deflect and give yourself a moment to process Chan’s sudden and sweet sincerity, which made your stomach flutter and feel unbearably warm. You turned your head to meet his gaze.

“I’m having fun, too,” you said after a thoughtful pause. “I… I wish we’d met sooner.”

Chan stretched an arm across his chest. “You mean before the months we spent avoiding each other in this apartment?”

“You were avoiding me?” you asked with feigned outrage, though it was one you couldn’t bring yourself to fully commit to, as you couldn’t imagine him behaving in any way you wouldn’t effortlessly forgive. Chan’s blush was instant.

“I didn’t know I’d like you this much,” he said. “And I didn’t want to get in the way.”

“I’m kinda glad you did,” you quipped, tugging him in for a kiss. When you pulled away, he reached out a hand and brushed a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his eyes scanning your face, your nose, your lips, the dart of your own eyes on his. You had a momentarily intense, but fleeting, desire to say something insane like I love you.

“To answer your question,” you said instead, your voice only a little shaky, “Yes, I wish we’d met sooner in the apartment. But in a general sense, I wouldn’t have minded knowing you outside of -all this.”

You gestured vaguely around the room – outside of the building, the school you both attended, the city. Chan nodded and, for a moment, looked almost wistful.

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Authors note: hey guys, sorry for the delay, there's been a lot of unfinished fics in my brain lol. anyway we have one last chapter before it ends!!

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[scoonsalicious]

6.3 Bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lily McIntyre, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language.

Word Count: 500

Previously On...: Lily tricked Bucky into going on a picnic date; they made plans for a "friend date" for later that evening.

A/N: Sorry this is late- I tried something new with the texts, but it took too long, so I don't know if I'll do it again, lol. Reminder: My break is starting today, so there will be no new updates until Thursday, May 23rd. I'm hoping to get a ton of writing done, but I won't leave you hanging for content, I promise!

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He was really hoping his plans with Lily would take his mind off of his fuckup with Major. He must have thought about calling her about seventy five thousand times, but each time he picked up his phone to dial her number, he saw her shrug in his mind’s eye when he asked if he could call her later. Lily may have been wrong about the reasoning, but what if she had been right about the gist of it– If Major really wanted him to call her, wouldn’t she have said so? It was driving Bucky crazy.

So, he agreed to a night out with Lily as a distraction. After their impromptu picnic, he’d walked her back to her car and they’d set back off to the Compound, where Bucky napped and took a shower. He was just deciding what to wear to dinner in a few hours when a text came through on his phone. He almost did a double take when he saw it was from Major.

Sugar: Can we talk?

Bucky’s heart sped up at the sight of her words. She wanted to talk. This was good, right? 

Bucky bit his lip. Lily would understand if he had to cancel, right? He’d explained to her how much he liked Major, how upset he was when he thought he’d blown it with her. She’d get why it was so important for him to meet with Major tonight. They could do a raincheck on their friend-date.

Okay, she was putting the ball in his court. Bucky wracked his brain, trying to come up with an idea that would be spontaneous, but also romantic, so he could show her that he was serious about her, about making this thing between them work. An idea struck him suddenly, and though it wasn’t very original of him, all things considered, it was perfect. Absolutely perfect. He was just going to need a few hours to get everything ready. Glancing at his phone, he realized he needed to get in gear; he didn’t have a lot of time, and there were things to do.

>> DROPPED A PIN

>> Meet me here at 7:30pm.

A few hours later, Bucky was doing his final set up preparations. He checked his phone– Major should be arriving any minute, and if he said he didn’t have butterflies in his stomach, he’d be lying. He nearly jumped out of his skin when his phone buzzed with an incoming text, but it was just from Lily.

Shit. In his haste to get everything prepared for Major, Bucky had completely forgotten he’d made dinner plans with Lily. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

It was a long moment before the three dots appeared on his screen, indicating Lily was typing.

Bucky smiled at his phone, not sure why he had been so nervous about telling Lily he was dating Major in the first place. 

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[femmesourdough]

You know, in a similar vein to what I said earlier, I was thinking...the Sandman fandom which I used to be more active in before I started to move on to vampires and also the Everything Horrible About the Author came out...it ironically makes an excellent case study for dismantling a lot of the really obvious excuses people come up with to argue that fandom sexism or racism totally isn't a thing anymore.

Because yeah the main character was male but this series? Chock full of women. Older women, younger women, women of all races who played various roles. You had your PICK and they weren't all written with the same level of depth but there were several characters with extremely interesting stories either present or implied in the past. Just in one family alone there was enough fuel for a thousand tragic fics and meta involving two of the lady characters who played a huge role in the plot (and Miranda may not have been onscreen long but cmon. The POTENTIAL.) And a lot of them weren't automatically attracted to the main guy, so they very much weren't reduced to love interests! It's everything fans claim they want...

And would you guess where all the attention both in terms of shipping but just *Any attention and time at all* for 98 percent of the (show) fandom went???

Oh you fucking know. Not to the male main character even, that's to be expected, but to a guy* who appeared in half of ONE episode, utterly disconnected from anything about the rest of the show minus his friendship with our main Sadboy.

Like it's actually kind of one another level, how hard all the women who played huge roles in this story were ignored, not just in fucking *shipping* because that doesn't rule everything, but in metas, in any posts at all. The entire fandom became basically the Dream-and-Hob, especially Hob fandom, more than anything else. And, it got to a level that meant it was literally impossible to avoid. Even if you didn't go into the main tags (which were all completely overrun EVEN OTHER CHARACTERS' TAGS. LIKE LUCIENNE AND ROSE which. Felt particularly galling) if you followed any fellow Sandman fans eventually your dash would be full of it. Unless you followed only the like. 10/15 people it seemed who actively didn't like this ship or Hob which. Is what I ended up doing. I had to blacklist so many tags, never go into the main fandom tags, and only follow a few people before I wasn't getting bombarded by nonstop posting about a character who appeared again, for maybe 20-25 minutes tops in ONE episode of a multi-episode series.

Meanwhile, the women who were in the rest, who made up the MAIN PLOT of the show? Most of the fandom had them as side characters for this pair or to be adopted by this pair. If they were lucky. They'd get passing mentions sometimes. Star in a few meme text posts. That was all.

You honestly can't make any of the usual excuses "female characters/nonwhite characters are just more poorly written" here because even disregarding the fact that poor writing literally NEVER stops fans from fleshing out some dude's backstory...well, that's just transparently not true in this show. Rose, Unity, Lucienne, Calliope??? Johanna Constantine Look me in the face and tell me all of them, every single one, was more poorly written than the male ones????

Nobody even pretended that this time, actually, as I recall. They just. Kind of carried on doing what they were doing.

*(OH and this guy literally participated in the slave trade in canon. No, I'm not letting that go. Most of the fandom did. They literally acted as if that never happened to the point I started to feel like I had imagined it. Like was that just in the comics and I'd projected that onto show!Hob and they'd taken that part out and I'd forgotten??? I had to go back and rewatch just to check that no, I wasn't imagining it, because there wasn't even discourse about that, there was NOTHING. Just everyone stepping over all the mainly *black women* in the show to love on him and make him their - I mean, Morpheus' dream boyfriend. Fandoms truly have not changed have they.)

[jackandjellyfries]

Four is literally the reason I'm in the object show community

Had to smash this down into a word doc before I forgot all of it, lmao. Now where the hell do I begin-

I'll start off by saying that I was a teenager when I discovered the OSC, I think 14 or 15 years old. And kids and teens do dumb stuff more often than not. I've had quite a few secret online accounts without my mom knowing, did stuff I'm not sure she would've allowed, and shared way more about myself than I should've with a stranger(who luckily ended up being 8 months younger than me and a chill person) before I wisened up and took down everything on the account. The stress the idea of mom somehow finding those accounts brought me made me fess up eventually, but this was before that.

I had three or four online friends who I didn't talk to much, most being followers I decided to chat with for various reasons. I can't remember who followed who first, but I found one of them during my Parkour Civilization obsession. I was desperately fishing through wattpad tags for Evbo fics when there were hardly any. I added the only two good ones I could find to my reading list, and some time after that, me and the author of those two fics were following each other. I can't remember how or why. I saw their announcements whenever I checked my notifs, and most of the time they were about some object show, or planet something, or animation vs something, and their profile picture was YinYang from II but I didn't recognise YinYang as a character at the time.

I did some searching about the different things on google. At the time I had no idea object shows were a bunch of different shows, I just searched object show because I thought it was the name of one show, and I got a list of popular ones like Battle For Dream Island, Inanimate Insanity, and Animatic Battle. Google said BFDI was the most popular one, so I searched the name and I got a few YouTube thumbnails, one or two of them containing the blue chaos gremlin known as Four. I honestly wasn't that interested in object shows at that point and heavily considered putting my phone down and moving on with my day, but I wanted to know more about this blue four shaped thing that was very obviously different that the regular object characters, and seemingly feared by them. I stayed tf away from the wikis because I didn't want to be spoiled. I started binging BFDI from season 1 episode 1 and at first I really wanted to stop watching because I disliked the animation style and the voices annoyed me so badly, but I wanted to see Four, so I kept watching and eventually grew to enjoy it, my favourite part of it all so far was the relationship between Firey and Leafy after Return of the hang glider.

By the time I got to BFB episode 1, I had completely forgotten about Four, and I was overwhelmed by the amount of new characters who I didn't first realize were redesigns of the characters from the lol. When the scene came where Four was introduced, I was amazed by how epic it all looked, and the moment Four showed up, paired with the awesome music, the memory of why I started watching BFDI in the first place hit me like a monster truck and I got SO SUPER EXCITED! I didn't even expect him to show up so soon, I just assumed the soonest episode he was gonna show up in was the first one he was in the thumbnail of, BFB episode 4.

Though I will admit that I didn't like him or X too much at first simply because of their poorly drawn appearances even though other fans have said they miss the style. But eventually I grew to love them so I don't mind badly drawn Four anymore, and now Four is my MOST FAVOURITEST CHARACTER IN ALL OF OBJECT SHOWS EVER. And the last few days, I've been more insane about him than ever to the point of making an account dedicated to his character. I always loved him, but not to the point of this. Weird.

Ah well.

And at the moment I'm more interested in the algebraliens that the objects, especially after TPOT 15. And I'm LOVING that Four gets to be a host again, seriously. I needed more of BFB, but I loved TPOT 16 too! THANKS JACKNJELLIFY

Also I found shimejis of some of the algebraliens today and I've been listening to 6 Years ≠ Eternity and a remix of Ha! Deserved by rueckus on YouTube over and over the past few days, they're sooo goooood-

[dysfunctional-redemption]

NEW BEGINNINGS.

> You'd think once everyone had escaped, it was finally all better, correct? No more rounds, no more troubles, no more mistreatment from an unknown entity that seemed to know who and what they were.

> Unfortunately, no.

> Things still need to be fixed.

> Three years. Three years of psychological torment all finally ended like this, but things still need adjusting. They still need adjusting. Everybody still needs to recollect everything they had forgotten existed in the world they were taken away from.

> It was a miracle Roblox and the rest of the Builderman copies still managed to keep the servers running...

> So, you think the story's over, huh? No. It's far from it.

> Why don't we check up on them? Everyone, meet the true Survivors of the sick gameshow hosted on the dark web.

!!!AU INFORMATION, RULES, REFERENCES, AND TAGS BELOW CUT!!!

Dysfunctional Redemption focuses on the aftermath of the greatest "jailbreak" of all of Robloxia. After discovering a broken code in the pocket dimension, the survivors and NPCs (despite some difficulties) have managed to escape the dimension, with the retired exploiter in the group returning to his old ways and helping the killers 5 months after the escape to do the same. This au may include heavy topics of grief, abuse, religious trauma, PTSD, mental health, suggestive themes, and the like, so please proceed with caution once you are going through the blog.

(This AU is HEAVILY SELF-INDULGENT!!! If any of the characters act OOC, please inform me. Otherwise, they are characterized as such because of trauma from their former torment. Victims of such can be broken down like paper but can never be returned back to its proper shape.)

RULES:

- OBIVOUS DNI LIST (xeno/trans/homophobes, racist ppl, pedos, etc.)

- Controversial asks are not allowed for obvious reasons. This blog was made in all good fun.

- Keep things SFW. Combat and suggestive content are ok as long as it's within reason and not fully in detail. Full-on NSFW is not allowed.

- OCs, Other AUs, and crossovers are okay.

- You may use Anon/Asker magic. Keep in mind though that they cannot revive anymore as they are now back in the real-world. If there are any magics that can possibly cause the perma-death of a character, the Mod shall take it upon himself to get them out of the situations unscathed. Of course, mental and physical scarring from the situations is still left behind.

- Mod has no affiliations with the Forsaken Dev Team.

- Again, keep in mind the possible triggering content stated above. If you feel uncomfortable with the topics discussed here, feel free to scroll. Your mental health is always important.

- Mod uses He/They. If you would like to address the mod, please refer to them as Sunny.

- If there were ever a case that a canon version of a character talks to someone from this au, it will be mentioned that they are merely walking around the pocket-dimension, searching for survivors and assisting them with their mission. It is not guaranteed they can help you escape. The admins are still trying to figure out how to cease its show. IT KNOWS IT HAS NO POWER OVER THEM ANYMORE, BUT IT STILL HAS POWER OVER YOU.

- Following the above mentioned, if your muse is released from the pocket-dimension the moment you are playing as them, please say so. No harm at all doing that.

REFERENCES:

007n7 and G1337

TAGS:

#🍋reality-is-lemons - Noob

#🔨powering-imagination - Builderman

#🍗the-chicken-who-cant-fly - Shedletsky

#🍔haxxing-complete - 007n7

#🍕special-delivery - Elliot

#👊mamas-strong-soldier - Guest 1337

#🕶️egotistical-gambler - Chance

#🪽third-times-the-charm - Two Time

#🎃divine-pumpkin-man - Dusekkar

#💣silent-demolitionist - Taph

#⚔️i-was-made-to-hate - 1x1x1x1

#👔corrupted-resident - John Doe

#🌷the-residents-bride - Jane Doe

#🔥little-rascal - c00lkidd

#🎧certified-gamer - bluudud

#👑little-heiress - pr3ttyprincess

#🪻friendly-neighborhood-poltergeist - Azure

#🐰your.debth.is.due - Mafioso

#🔻the-internet-is-my-lemonade - Guest 666

#👁you-look-familiar - RP (duplicate) interaction

#👁im-sorry - RP interaction

#🩶who-are-you? - Anon asks

#✉oh-hello-there - User asks

#☀silly-mod-stuff - OOC