#(sans being just. extremely sus as usual)

[indiiglow]

It's kinda strange how confidently people dismissed the idea of Papyrus Knight. Like yeah the Dess evidence is the strongest and I do believe it's her but let's just consider this for fun.

The way the Knight looks is apparently supposed to be armor because of "...the helmet begins to come off." when Kris thinks of it. It's an awfully confident statement. So it could feasibly just have antlers on its helmet for some reason lol.

The bat, yeah, sure but - and I had to look this up bc I don't remember, if the sprite website is accurate - we never actually see Papyrus holding an attack that's literally fanmade. I'm not even sure if it's canon that he's right handed?? We're fuckin trippin. So like, I'm not saying he'd necessarily use a sword but a baseball bat is a blunt weapon at least somewhat similar to, say, a bone and considering his possible background as a lightner, might track if he's also into sports ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

But most of all, and this is where I get off topic from the Knight discussion, I think Papyrus is important regardless of how exactly.

Because it's one thing to tease him in chapter 1 like "oh heehee this is the fans' beloved character let's mess with them about it" and continue to do so in chapter 2. It's another to release two more chapters without a single fucking peep from him. And Sans doesn't even mention him this time. We have all of the other major bosses from Undertale in the game. He's the final boss of Snowdin and continues to show up throughout the game. For all intents and purposes he might as well be missing just like Dess. Which, conveniently, leaves him as one of the few valid candidates left for the Knight's identity.

Anyway, my point is that at this point, there's no way Papyrus eventually shows up and he's just like. some guy. Because the time for that has passed. It would literally just be disappointing bc what the fuck was all that buildup for. He has been absent for far too long for him not to be playing a major role in all of this in some way.

[kenkaodoll]

Kamiya Dojo Monogatari Tale 79 (JUMP SQ 24/08)

About Kamiya Dojo Monogatari:

Tales of Kamiya dojo is written by Kaoru Kurosaki and published along with the “Rurouni Kenshin Hokkaido” arc in JUMPSQ. The tale involves the Rurouni Kenshin character in daily life that takes time between Kenshin and Kaoru marriage until the epilogue chapter in the original manga before the Hokkaido Arc. Until this month (July 2024) there are a total 79 chapters in Tales of Kamiya dojo. This is an unofficial translation. 

Previous Story: https://www.tumblr.com/kenkaodoll/754631321416089600/kamiya-dojo-monogatari-tale-78-jump-sq-2407?source=share

“That's a reverse-blade sword... a cross scar on the head... that babysitter, it couldn't be..."

Seeing the color drain from Suwa's face, Kenshin prepared himself, wondering if this man also knew who "Battousai'' was.

“You're the Kamiya dojo‘s free-loader, aren't you?”

“Oro?”

Kenshin had assumed for sure that he would be called "Hitokiri Battousai" and nearly trip over.

“Well, that is it.”

“Awuah!”

Kenji, who was on his back, hitting on Kenshin's head like he’s attacking the enemy.

“Around here, you've got a reputation for being extremely strong, but I'm a skilled one too! Huh...eeeeh?!”

Before Suwa could say anything, Kenshin had smashed the three bodyguards with his reverse-blade sword in an instant. Suddenly he was in front of Suwa and glaring at him.

“Now, where are the skilled ones?”

“Aaahhh.” 

Overwhelmed by Kenshin's glare and spirit, Suwa was lost of words, even though usually he’s a man who is good at talking.

“If you don't want to suffer, get out of here.”

He flashes the blade of his reverse-blade sword.

“Daa!

Kenji also yelled an angry "Daa!" at Suwa.

“Hyaa!”

Suwa was so overwhelmed by Kenshin's strength, he was standing there, limping, and had to give up.

“Gu…Guys…” Staggering, Suwa moved towards the defeated bodyguards and called them.

“Guys, are you okay? Now, our strategy is to retreat to avoid an unexpected turn of events.”

“Su... Suwa-san…” The bodyguards also staggered to their feet.

“Who would have thought we'd be fighting the Kamiya Dojo’s free-loader?”

“I've never heard anything about that.”

They had completely lost the will to fight.

As he watched the gang stagger away, Kenshin indulged in deep emotion.

It was a surprise to Kenshin to be called "Kamiya Dojo’s freeloader" rather than "Hitokiri Battousai" by his enemies.

Mikio and his current enemies were probably about the same age as Sanosuke. They were still children when Kenshin was active as Hitokiri Battousai. Even Sanosuke, who was active with the Sekihoutai at the end of the Edo period, didn't know who Battousai was without doing some careful research.

To these young people, Kenshin was "an incredibly skilled guest of Kamiya Dojo." It was a sweet yet sad fact that made him feel how time was changing.

・

“Kenshin!”

Kenshin was lost in his own thoughts and watching the gang run away, when Yahiko came running towards him, out of breath and he heaved his shoulder.

“Mikio, he took your sword...wait, what?”

“I did get the sakabatou.”

Kenshin held up the sheathed reverse-blade sword to Yahiko.

“Oh, so he took it to give to Kenshin? I thought for sure he was taking it to a pawn shop to sell.”

“It's a reverse-blade sword, so it's not worth a penny.”

“Well, that's true. So where's Mikio?”

Yahiko looked around restlessly, but he was nowhere to be found.

“After he handed me the sakabatou, he ran off in that direction..."

Kenshin pointed in a direction different from the cafe and the direction Suwa had fled.

“Well, I guess I'll have to look for him. I need to tell him that his wife has gone into labor and has returned to the tenement house.”

“Oro? Before there were no signs about it?”

“Kaoru and Megumi took her to the tenement, so I don't think there's anything to worry about.”

“I'd like to let him know as soon as possible... Let’s..."

Just as he was about to say that they would search together….

“Hueee…Hueee…,” Kenji began to whine.

“This crying is because of his diaper, that I think.”

“I'll look for Mikio, so you can change his diaper.”

“Sorry I can't help you.”

“That's okay.”

Yahiko runs off to look for Mikio.

Kenshin is about to leave the place, but suddenly stops.

“I feel like I've forgotten something important... Kenji, do you know what it was?”

“Whew, whew.”

Kenji didn't answer Kenshin's question, and continued to whine.

“Hmm... I guess even Kenji doesn't know. Well, then...”

He muttered and looked around.

“!”

Kenshin noticed a muddy tablecloth caught on the bridge.

“Oro…”

He hastily picked up the table cloth, it became more dirty than before he washed it.

“Kenji... How do we pay for this damage? No… if I wash it off with the soap, maybe I can return it to its original, clean state…”

Kenshin hurried back to the cafe to get soap and to change Kenji's diapers.

Kenshin couldn't help but feel that he was in a much more desperate situation than he had been before when he was facing so many enemies.

・

Thus, the first day of the Rabbit Cafe came to a climax.

Shino gave birth to a girl the next morning.

Mikio was found by Yahiko in time for the birth and was brought to the tenement house, so he made it in time for the birth.

Somehow Kenshin managed to wash the muddy tablecloth with soap and it became clean.

・

A month has passed.

The Rabbit Cafe was started because they needed to do something about the rabbits that had been brought into Kamiya Dojo, so Kaoru and the others were meant to help out at first. However, thanks to Usagawa's efforts, he found the waitresses to work exclusively at the cafe, and it was decided to replace Kaoru and the others.

Mikio would continue in his role as manager. The waitresses and backstage staff would hand over their duties, and this day was their last shift.

“It's over already. It went by so quickly…” Kaoru seemed reluctant to leave.

“The rabbit was so cute!” Misao felt that she did her best.

“Well, when you take care of them you start to get attached to them,” Megumi also didn’t seem to completely disagree.

“If Mikio-sama says he doesn't have enough staff, then I'll help out…”

“Geez, we can't keep this master-servant relationship going forever! This is the Meiji era,” Yahiko cut out Tsubame, who seemed to want to work for free.

“The cafe will still open, so you can come any time. Well, I prefer it if you come as a customer and spend money.” MIkio said. Although Western clothes didn't suit him, Mikio had gradually become more comfortable. And little by little, he would become accustomed to the Meiji era.

“Since it's our last day, why don't we have fun after this?”

Everyone nods at Kaoru's suggestion.

“You guys really get along well,” Mikio sounded annoyed.

“Umm, Mikio-sama, let's come along today too… Tsubame invited him.

“Huh? Me too?”

“That's obvious. We're comrades who started up the Rabbit Cafe,” Misao slapped Mikio on the back.

“Ouch, hey it hurts!” Mikio looked happy even though he grunted.

“So, where are we going? Akabeko?”

“You’ll have to wait and see where we go. You’ll go with our group after all,” Megumi said with a smile, she looked like she’s plotting something.

“Well, just shut up and follow us.”

“Geez, I guess there's no other way,” Mikio reluctantly agreed to Yahiko's words.

・

Mikio walked along following the group for a while, but gradually he could no longer keep quiet.

“Hey, you'd better put an end to your scheme,” Mikio said when they arrived at neither Akabeko nor *izakaya, but the tenement house where Mikio lives.

“What on earth are you guys planning to do at my house? I can't fit this many people in there anyway.”

“Well..well…”

Kaoru smiled and she opened the door of the house.

There was Shino holding a baby, Kenshin preparing something, and Kenji was on Kenshin’s back.

“Daah—!” Kenji greeted everyone cheerfully.

“I've brought some beef hotpot from Akabeko. It's a small space here, so let's go out to the *well and eat there, that we are.”

Kenshin headed to the well with food and drinks for everyone.

“Why are you here?” Mikio complained as he chased Kenshin.

“These are the people who helped out on the first day.”

“Well, I suppose so.”

Everyone gathered at the well, and Kenshin handed out sake to those who could drink, and barley tea to those who couldn't.

“The manager should lead the toast,” Kaoru urged.

“Oh, okay. Well then…” Mikio raised his glass and spoke briefly, “You guys have worked hard, cheers!”

Then he drank the sake poured into his glass in one gulp.

“Eh, that's all?” Misao chimed in.

“Shut up, what else are you supposed to say? Tsubame, you said something!” Mikio asked Tsubame to do something impossible.

“Um, well... that's…” Tsubame turned bright red and everyone thought she wouldn't be able to say anything, but she spoke firmly, despite her weak voice, “Mikio-sama, Shino-sama, congratulations on the birth of your child.”

“!”

Mikio, who never expected to be congratulated, was taken by surprise. An indescribable emotion welled up inside him. Not knowing what to do with it, he picked up the bottle of sake in front of him and gulped it down.

“Drinking like that is bad for your health,” Megumi warned him, but Mikio didn't care and drank the whole bottle.

“I... I'm... not the kind of man that you guys should celebrate with…” Mikio was crying a little.

Then, he wiped away his tears and turned back to face Tsubame.

“I'm sorry for everything,” Mikio said, bowing to Tsubame.

“..Mikio....sama?” Tsubame was so overwhelmed that this time she couldn't say anything.

“You see, Daddy is trying to become a real man,” Shino said to the baby she was holding.

“Shut up!” After roaring at the sky, Mikio fell asleep.

The bad deeds he had done. The bad deeds he had avoided. Swallowing all of those things with his alcohol, Mikio slowly became accustomed to the new era.

Notes: *Kamiya Dojo’s free-loader: What he said to Kenshin is Kamiya Dojo no Shokkaku, Shokaku(食客) literally means house guest, but it can be used as slang for free-loader or parasite. (I interpret it as free-loader to convey the slang, but I open for any suggestion) *sakabato: reverse-blade-sword *izakaya: sake bar *well: Since the Edo period, in the tenement house, usually there’s a public well where people gather to wash and take water for drinking and cooking.

.…..to be continued in chapter 80…… 

TLnote(1): translating Japanese is so hard because the sentence structure is very different compared with English. Also the style of writing is different, plus there’s a lot of figurative, poetic language and things that don't make sense if it’s directly translated into english. So forgive me if this is very weird to read, and please tell me if you want to give corrections. 

TLnote(2) I will provide the original Japanese text for correction if any of you who read have better knowledge of the Japanese language. Just dm and I’ll send the file.

TLnote(3) Dtninja had translated some earlier chapters on his website. You can go and check on there

Read the rest of the story here: https://at.tumblr.com/kenkaodoll/kamiya-dojo-monogatari/5dqxxnmq29m0

[herefortheships]

The Babymetal fandom is insufferable. I don't want to go down that "foxhole" after what I've seen just browsing a topic on reddit. Not the most toxic fandom I've seen, but certainly up there in the top five!

Listen, I've been a Babymetal fan since 2016, but I had never sought out the online fanbase. I've just been enjoying them without getting involved with fandom (which I will continue to do...).

This is the kind of fandom where no negative (or simply perceived negative) topic can be discussed, ever. The fans excuse absolutely everything and anything and have every band member on a pedestal of absolute perfection, like they aren't even human beings, and no one can point out anything that might be going wrong or that might be naturally concerning.

The topic I wanted to read on, to see if any other fans noticed and shared my concern, was Suzuka's voice sounding extremely strained in the new concert. I did find some people talking about it, but the responses were all like as if this person had personally attacked them by bringing up concerns about her voice. I don't think it's wrong to talk about that, especially knowing how toxic labels can be in the J-pop scene and how intense the Babymetal touring schedules have been since 2023.

I just feel like the girls have been looking exhausted recently, and Su's voice sounds extremely strained. Mentioning it and being concerned about it is not a personal attack on Su... It's just an observation and worry some fans (myself included!) are having because we worry she might permanently damage her voice or become ill or something. Not sure if the fandom has ever discussed this, but Momoko literally collapsed at a San Francisco concert last year after performing "Headbanger" and you could see her pushing through the performance, trying not to pass out. Check out the video: Su and Moa had to help her up and take her backstage, and they had to take a ten or so minutes break while she recovered backstage.

I think it's natural for fans who care to be concerned. We cannot know what exactly is going on behind the scenes, you know? They are all smiles onstage because they have to be, and I believe they genuinely love performing, but again, we just don't know how hard they might be pushing these young women beyond their limits, exploiting them for the brand, is what I mean.

There are so many more things I want to rant about, but this post is getting long and it would include several topics, making this rant more convoluted than it needs to be. So I'm gonna leave it here. But yes, I feel like the fandom has become toxic recently. I wonder if it has to do with many new fans joining in, or even the old fans being hyper over protective over the girls, to a point where they perceive them as invincible, perfect beings who are always in perfect condition or something. Anyway, I don't have a reddit account and I always regret lurking there reading about my fandoms. lol When will I learn? But I just wondered if ANYONE else has noticed how tired, strained, and even painful Suzuka's voice sounds recently. They even used playback at her ending part of the new song "Kon, Kon". As much as fans want to insist she didn't lip sync that, she totally did? And there's nothing wrong with that: Literally most pop artists have even some full songs that are fully playback at some shows during tours to protect their voices (usually demanding songs you shouldn't be belting several nights in a row and often even on poor rest, jet-lagged in another country, etc. Artists like Chappell Roan have freely admitted this fact, how there's playback when singing is impossible for some reason, in her case having been drunk before a concert). Like, there is literally NOTHING wrong with her having playback during one part of one song, but tell that to the fandom and they will attack whoever points it out or brings out concerns because to them Suzuka is too perfect to ever lip sync or have vocal damage. "No, she didn't lip-sync, it's the phone quality", etc. "Her voice is literally perfect, what are you talking about?" etc, etc.

Yeah, her voice is amazing. That is not the point. What we're pointing out is how they are pushing this young woman to strain her voice during these tours, which has clearly caused some damage to her voice already.

The fact she had playback to cover for that difficult part of the song, as someone who literally always sings live however difficult the songs are, is concerning in the sense that the team behind Babymetal and Su herself know she has been struggling recently, or at least, they know the songs are too demanding for her voice and have damaged it during the intense touring they have been doing recently. (And yes, again, you can tell it's playback, though she did sing over it though her mic was turned off during the part. Check out this video and see for yourself, she held the final note longer and you can hear when the mic comes back on while she was singing with her mic off. It means either she or her team did not trust she could sing this part live and decided it was best to have her lip sync it. Of course, Queen Su still sang it even though they turned off her mic, but the fact stands: they used playback to cover for her strained voice).

Anyway, tl;dr: Su-metal's voice has been suffering after the intense touring since at least their Babylock tour after The Other One's release, and the touring schedules without modifying the songs like *lowering the pitch so they're easier to sing. At least they seem to have started to use playback for some more complex parts, though you can still hear Su DOES still sing over the playback anyway (they've been using playback for the BMC rap and she still does her part over it anyway. They don't turn off her mic for that, though, but the safety net of the playback is there if she needs it).

I guess what I want to point out with this is that it's just weird how the fandom literally doesn't want to accept there's something wrong going on and like will come up with excuses and accuse and attack fans who share concerns and want to discuss this and other "negative" topics in the Babymetal fandom.

(*Pretty much ALL artists modify some songs to make them easier to sing live, and most commonly you see some songs will be lowered in pitch to protect the artists' voices when touring. Sorry to use Chappell Roan as an example again, but yes, she lowered the pitch of "Good luck, Babe" for live performances and there is nothing wrong with that. NO ONE doubts she can hit those notes, she is just protecting her voice and ensuring a consistently good performance by doing that. Again, nothing wrong with that. There is also NOTHING wrong with the artist using playback during some songs or parts of a song if their voice is not okay to sing those live. Safety first. That doesn't mean the artist can't sing or is bad or has lost their touch or whatever. It just means they are being careful because of course they need to protect their instrument, which is their voice. One your voice is severely damaged, it takes a long time to recover if you can recover at all).

[knobe07o]

=͟͟͞⚝ HELOOOO

My very own introduction this feels super cool hehehehehe please don't focus on things too much this my first time doing this actually omg

࣪ ۪ ` ִ ⚝ this blog is mainly for undertale/deltarune (aus) stuff so you won't see anything outside of that

࣪ ۪ ` ִ ⚝ I'm just a person passing by, here to chill and have fun (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) uh..also English is not my first language so.. please correct me (without being rude, duh) if i messed up the grammer

࣪ ۪ ` ִ ⚝ I use Tumblr as my brain turnoff area! Cz i use my brain irl too much haha...haha....gotta be socially clever or something...

࣪ ۪ ` ִ ⚝ Art asks are allowed! Just don't be a weirdo, and i don't really draw romantic things (very shy abt it..) and it'll mostly be only doodles ✨

࣪ ۪ ` ִ ⚝ You can call me fluffy! Any nickname would do tho, just be respectful.

࣪ ۪ ` ִ ⚝ Tags for who wants them:

•° ✎ᝰ. #fluffy does art

•°✎ᝰ. #Elatedtale

•°✎ᝰ. #EL!sans

Might add more later

꩜⠀๋࣭ ⭑✴︎ age: 18

꩜⠀๋࣭ ⭑✴︎ pronounce/gender : gurrrlll she / her

꩜⠀๋࣭ ⭑✴︎ interests: everything that tastes good to my eyes and ears

꩜⠀๋࣭ ⭑✴︎ about me: silly and very shy(maybe a little crazy), i easily cringe at things i do cz for some reason i have severe anxiety for no reason sometimes (god help me) and I've got a have a trash memory..LIKE VERY TRASH MEMORY

꩜⠀๋࣭ ⭑ ✴︎ when interacting : i have one braincell, i don't talk about nsfw and i panic hella lot (i hate anxiety) and i still can't process that i became 18... I STILL LIVE AS A 13 IN MY HEART💔 GROWING UP IS SCARY!!!!!!!!!! Also I'm not a part of the LGBTQ community.. but i respect yall, we're all humans so yeah (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

࣪ ۪ ` ִ ⚝ my sonas (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

ᯓ★ Elatedtale!

➸ Is my au! It is still on the works, but it's kinda completed already

˲˲the very thing i made a blog for..i love it sm...

extreme warning!? Rambles about the au:

•⋆｡𖦹°‧ I made this au back when i was 12-10, goofed around with it on other platforms cz i didn't know Tumblr existed.. grew some decent love for it and guess what? Deleted the whole thing when i turned 14-16...AND MADE IT A CANON EVENT !!! The only one I didn't delete is sans cz heh ofc he was my favorite and now he has to suffer with the knowledge of the possibility that he'll be deleted in any second of his life without knowing it'll happen, or worse..his loved ones being deleted and he's the only one left like before

•⋆｡𖦹°‧ This au is also very magical..like the places are very different looking from your usual undertale underground, it's like a fairytale you could say? Idonno it just looks pretty, i think of it as an amazing au to be visited and having fun in

➥⟢ That's the veeeeerrrryyyy surface level of the au, the rest is gonna be known soon enough ✨

ʾʿ ⬞ ۫ ★ Comfortable : fanart (YES! DO FEED ME! YES!) Asks, interactions (ADORE THEM BOTH) platonic shipping, self shipping!

ʾʿ ⬞ ۫ ☆ Uncomfortable : nsfw (scary) shipping the charchters. unless i make it canon, just don't do it. Sexualizing the charchters (issok to make them look hot, but don't draw them in lewd ways)

➤ Disclaimer: being uncomfortable with something doesn't mean I'll hate you if you do it, ofc it depends (pedophiles for example...ew stay away) i don't have problems with people's nsfw or drawing some ✨sus✨ things, or even shipping.. but i just don't want it for me/for my ocs..it doesn't go by my vibe xb AND I'M VERY SHY SO IT'LL JUST MAKE ME PANIC I can't handle freaky people for the life of me(silly)also i can only do that with people who are close to me/I'm friends with cz i know them more obviously I won't shit my pants sending them ppl kissing or something idonno

but you do you! I don't mind at all (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ just stick to what I've said when interacting with me

ᯓ✧ The charchters!

Haven't finished them yet, this thing will be updated every now and then! So yeah it'll be finished soon enough x)

The only half finished one is my boi elly (click on name for the charachter sheet)

ʾʿ ⬞ ۫ » Sans/elly

ᯓ✧ General concept art:

These include the places in the au or just some ideas that I can't explain but i can doodle!

Concept1

Like i said before this thing will be updated/edited every now and then.. I'll say when it happens!

If you wanna suggest me to add something then go ahead! Idon mind at all (as long as you stay respectful)

Also none of the pngs belong to me, simply took it from other people (dw, they allowed it)

And that's it i guess

Thanks for passing by and reading !

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

[adultswim2021]

Childrens Hospital #6: “I See Her Face Everywhere” | August 22, 2010 - 10:30PM | S02E01

Season two of Childrens Hospital is here, how about it? This picks up right where the last season left off, addressing various plot threads that were seemingly tied up. Lola is still fake-dead, Dr. Blake Downs has, indeed, left the show for his own spin-off series which we periodically see commercials for. Chief is still completely cured and smoking hot, although, not really (this is my favorite bit, probably). And Nick Kroll has continued to advance in age and is as grey as the grey is grey.

New stuff; an insurance company has taken over ownership of the hospital, headed by Sy Mittleman played by TV’s Henry Winkler. I think this is a thing that actually happens at Hospitals, and I am basing this on the final season of St. Elsewhere doing a similar story arc. I think when they did it in the late 80s it was highly topical. Real-life insurance company Humana sued NBC into carrying a disclaimer that their company wasn’t affiliated with their fictional “Ecumena”. The joke here is that he’s actually a really nice guy but everyone treats him like he’s a hardass. 

Blake Down’s sitcom spin-off is doomed by the second promo, teasing his eventual return (as well as supply a nice opportunity to reference MASH). It’s worth noting that this whole thing sorta imperfectly mirrors MASH spinning off Trapper John MD. Trapper John MD was set in the current day, featuring an older Trapper John portrayed by a different actor.

This is where I humorlessly share the anecdote about how MASH’s producers sued for royalties for Trapper John MD but the producers of that show weaseled out of it by citing that the show was actually based on the original novel that MASH was based on and not a spin-off. Will they make a joke about this in the next episode of Childrens Hospital? Will this piece of trivia be ultimately useless in the eyes of G-d? Only time will tell. 

Ken Marino accidentally cures cancer with a smashed-up butterfly from Sy’s collection. He runs some tests and is left a threatening note from a mysterious shrouded figure. And that’s the end!

I remember being fond of this the first time I saw it at San Diego Comic-Con. Watching broad comedy like this usually fares better with a big crowd. I did laugh a couple times at this, which isn’t too bad for what I’m guessing is my third viewing of this. I can’t wait to see this a fourth time, in heaven!!!! 

EPHEMERA CORNER:

MAIL BAG:

PLease watch the Delocated episode Decoys, it will change your mind on the series which you seem quite sour on.

I just wanted to tell you that this is a great message to get and thanks.

It's also important to point out that "leaving the nest/empty nest" was a term when kids move away from their parents for college and stuff. I know Randy didn't go to college he went to Costa Rica or some shit. Very strange considering he almost died of thyroid cancer or some shit. That guy is gonna get jungle fever and I'm not talking about the fun kind that Morris Day and Spike Lee talking about. I'm talking Malaria, Dengue Fever, the works.

We need to touch on the NBC sitcom Empty Nest, which was on for seven grueling seasons. How did they get away with that? I guess we know where the phrase "the seven year itch" came from... FLEAS!!! That show famously featured a dog.

Did you watch the Oscars? Which of the Best Picture films did you like. If you didn't like any what was your favorite film of 2024.

I didn't watch a single one, but I did see that woman from Anora in the Criterion Closet and (extremely weak-voiced) I have a crush

[bluejayblueskies]

Do elaborate on that first novel-length story you ever wrote, I'm interested! What was so out there about the plot?

(referencing this post)

okay so! for context, some important facts to know about young jay:

i was very into magic, fantasy, and other forms of escapist fiction (and still am!)

i grew up in a small conservative Catholic town, and tbh a lot of this story's plot reflects that because it has some Very Weird Gender Stuff in it

i did not really understand how romance worked but knew that it was usually an integral part of the books i read and therefore it should be an integral part of the books i wrote

i wrote all 71k of it in comic sans (not relevant to the plot, but important for the Vibes™️ i think)

so the plot of this story is, to summarize briefly, 'a species of magical people who predate humans fled to and now live in Antarctica and our main character is someone who is kidnapped by them and finds herself in their world, in the middle of a revolution against the government'

to expand:

there are a species of non-violent humanoid people (let's call them nvhs) with magical powers who predate humans who, when they hit the age of 15, stop aging until they find somebody to reproduce with. (23 yo aroace me is disappointed but unsurprised at this, and i actually think it may be a result of being told as a child that People Get Married And Have Kids And That's Just How Things Are In The World, and me, not understanding this in the slightest, took it to the extreme)

when humanity came about and brought with it war and violence and hatred, he nvhs fled to Antarctica and now live underground (literally underground, in caves). a strange disease swept their population after this, killing only the women. their solution was to go into the human world and find human women who could integrate with the nvhs, and the people in charge of venturing into the human world would never 'mate' [eugh] and thus never age.

their methods for bringing humans back to the nvh settlement were uhhhhh a bit sus (another disappointed shake of the head for 12-yo-me, though i did acknowledge that this one was kinda fucked up). they ended up getting cursed by a very pissed human woman who said that an extraordinarily powerful chosen one would cause their downfall. oh, and apparently, for some reason, the hybrid children of the nvhs and the humans are only biologically male, so it basically creates a society where the only women are human and power-less and the only men are nvhs and have powers. like i said, Very Weird Gender Stuff. in my defense i was twelve.

our main character is kali, who is kidnapped from her home at age 16 and brought to this settlement. she is rescued by a guy named alex who is thousands of years old but stuck in the body of 15-year-old for the aforementioned 'has not yet mated' reasons, and she meets a group of nvhs who think that the kidnapping of humans is wrong and oppose the nvh government. it's eventually revealed that she is the 'chosen one' and she has powers, which were stolen from alex some time ago (uh. surgically removed in a multi-day very painful procedure apparently, which is both more intense than what i expected 12-year-old me to have written and quite on par with what current me enjoys in fiction lol).

alex's goal is to get his powers back, but he can't without killing kali (or so he thinks). eventually, he runs off to go confront the government on his own, and kali and the resistance group make their own (slow) way there to help him. etc. etc., kali gets re-kidnapped by the government, escapes bc they don't know she has powers, gets caught again, alex gets shot and dies in the process, kali brings him back by giving him his powers back (??? how does that work? unclear), and we address the horrible reality of becoming just as bad as your enemy when you look upon the dead bodies of hundreds of people who you have killed for the sake of revolution and go 'how does this make us any better than them?'

oh and of course the two MCs kiss. naturally. love conquers all and all that [derogatory]

there's a bunch of other stuff that happens that really isn't super important, but i guess the out there-ness is really just in the concept of it all? like the lore and the worldbuilding and stuff? like there are So Many specific devices--it's like a weird hybrid between magic-based fantasy and sci-fi, because the nvhs have powers that let them do things, but they also have super advanced tech and have a whole division of essentially 'mad scientists' who engage in some uhhh unethical experimentation and body modification. also the oldest character in the whole thing is 30 and me, 12, was like 'Yes that is the age of a parental person who would have a 16-year-old daughter' lol. also after allllll this nonsense, they decide to go back to the human world, take great pains to finally get back to kali's house, and are. promptly arrested and carted off to jail alkdsghlag.

also the story inexplicably alternates between first person kali's pov and third person limited from the other characters' povs?? for some reason?? idk

anyway, thank you for asking about it! whether you read all that nonsense or not, it was fun for me to drag this doc out of the graveyard where it belongs and cringe at myself (and realize just how far i've come and how much patience my father had to read over the whole thing when i very excitedly showed it to him ten years ago asdlkfjag) 💜

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Just because it's big rn, is Among Us a thing in the AFAC verse? Has anyone played it, (and what do they think of it)?

I imagine they might have fun with Among Us, although I don’t think their household is currently able to all play in a group together due to them only having one computer at the moment. (Two if you count Alphys’ lab computer but that one’s “for work”).

Still, have some headcanons about how they’d play.

Frisk: Just wants to be a crewmember. Being Imposter is super stressful and when they get it they almost always immediately end up getting caught venting or something obvious. They do make a pretty observant crewmember though.

Chara: A pretty compitent Imposter, able to lie easily and subtly gaslight people into believing them. Unfortunately everyone already knows they’re super good at lying so when they’re a crewmember they often get voted out for being sus.

Asriel: A big tell is that when he’s crew, he’s really loud and talkative but when he’s imposter he gets all quiet and subdued. His friends catch on to this quickly and even when he’s made aware he has a hard time curbing this habit.

MK: Bad at performing tasks. Bad at remembering where things are. Often the first to die. But surprisingly has stumbled into a few lucky imposter wins due to nobody suspecting him.

Sans: Extremely observant, all around great at this game. If only he’d actually do his tasks in a timely fashion. When he’s imposter he will often waste discussion time by asking questions and getting people to go off on a tangent.

Papyrus: Great at tasks. Always gets his done first. Finds being imposter to be stressful because he has trouble telling blatant lies. Usually he skirts by on simply omitting the truth.

Undyne: Bad at the game. Too overzealous. Too eager to kill when imposter and too laser-focused on tasks as crew.

Alphys: The game stresses her out. She prefers to watch others play it. When playing, she’s often quick to call someone sus.

Asgore: Has trouble with tasks a lot. Not the best player all around. Often suggests the buddy system. Always a little nervous but extra nervous as imposter.

Toriel: A surprisingly calm and devious imposter, and a diligent crewmember. Good at faking tasks, and good at telling when others are faking tasks.

Mettaton: Lives for the drama, of course. Makes a big show of being upset every time someone dies. Every. Time. Is an okay crewmember but really enjoys being imposter. Probably self-reports too often.

-TQ

[every1studio]

REQUESTED: “ceo’s secretary” [ateez] PART 2

genre: fluff + some spice (this one is a little bit more fluffy than the other) 

ficstyle: bulletpoints + scenarios [PART 1]

request: a part 2 of ceo’s secretary 

note: this has Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung and Jongho + enjoy~

YEOSANG

you never really talked to your boss about anything other than work 

Yeosang wasn’t much of a talker 

he kept his words short 

working for him was probably one of the most manageable things ever

you’d hear stories from other secretaries, talking bad about their own bosses but you never had that problem

I mean, you never really had to talk to him and he sent emails more than you had any conversation with him

maybe that made your life easier as a secretary; being able to split work and your personal life 

until you went to your first high-school reunion; you never went to one after you graduated and your old friends were begging you to go 

so you went

you dressed up a bit fancier than your usual work attire 

you wore a black form-fitting piece with simple, silver jewelry; you didn’t want to stand out but you didn’t want to underdress

when you came to the venue, you couldn’t find any of you friends so you just waited near the bar for them

you heard a whistle behind you and you weren’t interested enough to find out who whistled 

“here by yourself,  Y/L/N?” 

you didn’t recall anyone calling you by your last name back in high school...

the only one who would call you by your last name was...

“Mr. Kang?! what are you doing here?” you turned to see your boss smiling at you with his hands in his pockets

“I thought you joined my company because you knew I was the boss... turns out you don’t even remember me...” he plops in the seat next to you 

your boss orders you a drink of your choice as he gets himself a Manhattan 

“we always saw each other at the skate park.. you know.. with Yunho’s group...”

you clap your hands in realization, “you were Sanggie??”

you boss chuckled under his breath

“so that’s what you knew me as.. I don’t think I ever told you my real name.. that’s a nickname that the guys gave me..” you saw him blush 

right then, you could remember the guy who had bangs that sat right above his eyes; the constantly shy guy who always hid behind his sweater paws 

“so Mr. Kang Yeosang was actually a shy skater boy..” you teased, remembering how cute he was 

“I’ve changed..” he said with a straighter back but a slight flush was still prominent on his face

was he always this manly?

you smiled as you took a sip of your drink, “that you have..”

days passed after the reunion

working for Yeosang seemed to be a little more hard than it usually was

he didn’t let you call him “Mr. Kang” anymore

he talked to you a lot more about things outside of your work 

he made you feel like the female lead of a romcom kdrama

sure he was good looking

sure he was kind 

but that made it hard to see your boss as a love interest 

especially when you liked him back in high school...

SAN

you didn’t think of anything when you joined this company

all you had in mind was that you had to keep your head low and work hard

the number of women to men was 7:3

you wondered why that was the case

when you had a short conversation with a couple of coworkers

apparently, your boss was extremely good looking and fairly young to be a CEO; from what you heard he was around your age

girls lined up to be his secretary but the girls who lined to be his secretary never lasted that long

they would complain about his hard requests about work 

or would complain that they never got to “seduce” him

the complaints would go on and on and the girl next in line would truly believe that they would be the next talk of the workplace; the successful secretary 

but the longest a girl would ever last under his care was less than a month 

most of the girls would beg their supervisors to put in a request to be his secretary; some would even seduce their supervisors to get that referral 

so when your supervisor said that he was going to put in a request for you as a promotion package, you panicked

you just wanted a regular 9-5 job; to live a regular life 

“it’s fine.. Mr. Seo... I don’t want such a competitive position...I’d rather stay in this department” you started to fidget in place 

“why? am I that scary that you would rather work for Mr. Seo instead of me, Y/N?” 

Mr. Seo excused himself from you and your boss

this is the first time you’ve seen him 

“no, Mr. Choi-”

“San”

“huh?”

“call me San..”

you kept on looking at the ground, scared to look at him, “Mr. San..”

San shrugged his shoulders and smiled, “if that’s what makes you comfortable, then I’m okay with it..”

“I didn’t ask to fill in for your secretary position.. if I’m promoted, I’m sure that I can work in a different position under this department...”

San got closer to you, “that’s the reason why I asked for you to fill in this specific position.. you’re the only on the promotion who didn’t ask for this position and judging from your portfolio, you do better work than everyone in this department combined.. if you don’t like it... you can quit..”

his words were scary but he had a smile on his face as if owning a company was a joke to him; a chess game

this wasn’t right, this was blackmailing

“if the person I’m working for is going to be this childish and blackmail me.. then I’ll do just that!” you snapped and got up to pack your things 

but he lightly places his hand on yours, “is working for me really that bad?”

you sat down and thought about it; you always kept to yourself and hated gossips and rumors, you hated being the center of attention but you needed this promotion pay... you needed this job...

San could tell that it made you uncomfortable, “I asked for you because I wanted a hard worker to be my secretary.. I’m not asking that you suck up to me but I’m asking if you can work hard even though your my secretary...”

a job was a job; and nothing more

you nodded, “I’m sorry for the way I spoke.. I will work hard to carry out my job..”

San smiles as he patted you on the head, “thank you, Y/N”

you thought that being his secretary was going to be hell

but it was better than you imagined

you had your own office; which wasn’t connected to San’s office so that you didn’t have to encounter his fangirls that wanted to look at him working 

you never had to go anywhere without San; so you didn’t have to worry about people talking about your back

for most of job, you were able to have your own space and do your job at your pace unless San asked for urgency 

everything was going; a normal job that you always dreamed of having

until San stayed late at work, longer than usual

“Mr. San? are you going to continue working?” you asked before leaving for the day

“I was waiting for you..” he murmurs as he rubbed his eyes; obviously tired

“why? there’s no need to..” 

San got up from his seat and gathered his things, “are you going home, Y/N?”

you nodded

“do you want to get something to eat? I could take you home, I don’t feel safe with you taking the bus when you work late”

was this okay between boss and secretary?

was this part of your normal life plan?

MINGI

you had been Mingi’s secretary since he took over the CEO position

the company that you work for, had branched out internationally and you were suppose to be under his brother’s care as his secretary 

it was an unknown rivalry between Mingi and his older brother; they were both secretly fighting for you 

no one really know about except for really close friends 

if anyone would know it would be you but....

you being the oblivious hard worker, you never thought about it too much 

you just thought that they paid attention to your hard work and wanted to talk to you about work; which was all an act just to get close to you 

ANYWAYS

Mingi won the fight when you chose to stay in the main branch because you were the sentimental type and believe that you weren’t able to do well in a different country 

so after you chose to stay, wouldn’t that be a good time for Mingi to actually get to know you? 

maybe ask for dinner?

well the boy tried

but you were a tough case

when he asked if you wanted to grab lunch with him, you turned him down, telling him you had to finish an important portfolio for his meeting after lunch

when he said he would wait for you after regular work hours to at least walk you to your car, you told him to go him because he had to come in early the next day for a meeting 

it was hard to get your attention because when you were focused with work, no one could stop you

literally no one 

not even hunger or sleep 

which caused you to get sick

Mingi saw you wobble as you made your way into the office

he grabbed your arm and pulled you to the side, “when did you go home last night?”

“oh good morning, Mr. Song..” you didn’t hear his question

Mingi was so smitten with your morning voice and slightly puffy cheeks but the bags under your eyes reeled him back to reality 

“good morning, Y/N.. when did you go home last night? when did you last eat?”

your brows knitted together as you tried to remember, “I got home around 2 AM.. I think I had a bagel for lunch yesterday-”

“go home, Y/N”

that woke you up a little bit, “Mr. Song.. I can’t do that.. there’s so much to do.. you need yesterday’s files transferred to KQ as soon as possible and I haven’t touched on the portfolio for next month yet-”

Mingi placed his hand on your head, “I’m spoiled to have an amazing worker as you, Y/N.. but I don’t need you to do my work for me, I need you to assist me.. so how are you are going to be able to assist me if you aren’t in good condition?”

you dropped your head and stared at the water droplets dripping from your iced americano, “you must be disappointed in me..”

Mingi did something he never thought he’d do, especially at work where anyone could see him

but he didn’t care

he pulled you into his chest and wrapped one arm around your waist and the other around your head

“I could never be disappointed in you.. you’re the best thing this company has to offer... I’ll take you home, no buts, okay?”

he couldn’t see your face, but you were a blushing mess so all you could mutter in his chest was, “okay..”

WOOYOUNG

Wooyoung was your boyfriend before you even you joined his company 

to be honest

you didn’t even know that it was his company 

out of all the companies you applied for and received a phone call back, this one was the one you really wanted

the pay was better and working conditions were fitted to what you needed 

during orientations, you noticed a very familiar backside

“pst, babe.. you didn’t tell me you worked here..” you whispered as you jab the side of your boyfriend

he let out a surprised yelp and every looked at us

“Mr. Jung, are you alright?”

“hey newbie, watch where you’re going.. this man is the CEO of JUNGle.inc!”

your eyes widened; your boyfriend of 2 years was a CEO? or for better words, a CEO of the company that you’ve been wanted to work for?

“no, no.. I was the one that didn’t see her.. I apologize, miss...” Wooyoung rubs your arm in front of everyone to see it was just a big misunderstanding

slowly people started to disperse and talk among themselves

“miss, a word, please?” he acted so different, this was a new side of him you never expected 

you quietly agreed and you both went into his office 

“babe, you didn’t tell me you worked here?! or that you were even a CEO!” you kept your voice down but you were obviously in disbelief

“you didn’t tell me that you got a job here!” he whispered back

...

you both burst out in a giggle, “I guess we have to communicate better.. I always hated barging into your personal life...I knew you told me that you were taking over a family business.. I just didn’t know it was going to be this-”

Wooyoung smiled as he held your hand, “extreme? yeah....I know how you always hated rich people and I didn’t want you to hate me...”

you tightened your grip of his hand

“well.. I could never hate you.. you were never snobby or cocky like them... you’re so caring.. so humble.. that’s what I love about you..”

you wanted to lean in and give him a kiss when he slithered his arm around your waist and brought you closer

frankly speaking, him being a CEO made you feel a little aroused 

but there was a knock, which caused you to put some space between you and Wooyoung

“come in!” Wooyoung shouted as he sat in his seat 

as someone, probably an official, walked in, Wooyoung cleared his throat

“like I said, Y/N, your resume is truly exceptional and your previous works at KQ was truly admirable.. I’d like to offer you a spot to be my personal assistant.. Mr. Lee, will you get that done for me?”

the official nodded and Wooyoung excused you

life with Wooyoung as your boss was going to be interesting

the important thing was trying to keep it a secret  

JONGHO

you went to high school with Jongho

he had big plans to make his own company for athletes and being his best friend, you supported him and even help give him ideas

you two used to would brainstorm at cafes; you would get vanilla lattes and he would get iced americanos

“bleh I don’t get how you can drink such bitter drinks,” you stuck out your tongue in disgust

“as humans, we don’t NEED sugar to survive.. sugar kills your brain cells..” Jongho started to nag

you covered your ears, “ok ok ok, let’s talk about something else”

it was always a fun time with Jongho

but after you two graduated and went to different colleges, you both fell apart 

it wasn’t like you two got into a fight or anything

you two were just.. busy 

you wanted to focus on your thing 

and you were sure that he was focusing on his

after you graduated college, you took a break from everything  

so finding a job after your long hiatus was difficult

you applied for many different companies but none of them needed your area of expertise fashion designing

fashion designing was competitive; so all the big named companies already hired a fresh batch fashion designers 

you had waited too long for your opportunity 

you thought it was too late for you; settling for any good paying job at this point 

but with one last stroke of luck, you got a call back from a monster rookie company called “Power Apple”

they were based on athletic wear, which wasn’t want you wanted to do as a fashion designer, but at this point you were desperate

you walked into the fairly large company

when you got to the front desk, they escorted you straight to the CEO

new workers don’t usually meet the CEOs unless it’s at a company event right?

when you opened the door, everything made sense

“Jongho?!”

you squealed in excitement; you ran over to him and it was a rollercoaster of emotions

you told him that you were happy to see him

and then you were tearing up as you told him about your desperation about finding a job

and then you made yourself comfortable and told him about your struggles after college

mid-conversation, he started to laugh, “you haven’t changed.. I’m glad that I can repay my thanks..” 

“what do you mean?” 

he got up and walked to the espresso maker, “vanilla latte?”

“oh yeah, please and thank you...wow you remembered?”

“of course I didn’t.. and I wanted to thank you.. all those ideas you helped me with in high school went into making this company.. it wouldn’t be here and thriving if it wasn’t for you, Y/N..”

Jongho placed the latte in your hand and placed his americano on his desk, “would you like to work side by side with me?”

your eyes widened, “like as an official?”

he nods but you shook your head

“that’s not fair to those that worked hard to get to the position that they are in now.. I can’t do that to them..”

Jongho exhaled and nodded, “I figured you would say that.. so how about you be my personal secretary? my current one is retiring and I would be grateful if you accepted..”

you gave it some thought and agreed, “don’t favor me just because I’m your friend, got it?”

“actually I’m favoring you because I still like you..” he mumbles 

“what’d you say?” you actually didn’t hear what he said and Jongho couldn’t believe he said that out loud

“I SAID I WON’T!”

“OKAY!”

 [ masterlist + guidelines ]

[arhvste]

❝ oikawa tooru dating hcs ❞ - confessions and relationship

olivia week masterlist

→ you had been blessed with the postion of iwaizumi’s class partner

→ you got on pretty well with the ace, you were often laughing together and your work dynamic was flawless

→ oikawa takes notice of you after he sees iwaizumi separate from your class laughing at something you’d said as he waved goodbye and approached the setter

→ “iwa-chan, who’s that?”

→ “y/n-san my class partner, don’t go to annoy her.”

→ hmmm interesting class partner? and you’re on first name basis? 👀

→ it’s times like this oikawa wished he was in iwaizumi’s class rather than his own but no matter, he’d just have to go out of his way to get to know you a little better

→ exactly what iwaizumi told him not to do

→ so one day as class is ending y’all are packing up your things to leave class and you’re talking and smiling with iwaizumi as usual

→ and then girls voices can be heard perking up causing you to turn to the door and iwaizumi to wipe a scowl across his face

→ “what are you doing here shittykawa?”

→ “i’m here to take you to practice silly 🥰”

→ iwaizumi thinks it’s a little sus because he never gets collected by oikawa to go to practice they just meet up by their lockers

→ then it clicks, oikawa’s not here to ‘take him to practice’

→ he’s here to look at you

→ oikawa has already made his way over to your desk and introduced himself brushing off anyone else that tried to talk to him

→ “hel~lo i’m oikawa and you are stunning!”

→ lmao youre deadpanning and then snort at his attempts to flirt

→ “actually, my name is y/n and i’m zumi-sans class partner but it’s nice to meet you i’ve heard a lot about you.”

→ lmao he is so giddy 🤩

→ not only are you extremely cute but iwa-chan talks to you about him !! hopefully he put in a good word for him

→ iwaizumi did not

→ “well, you can tell me all about it during our breaks at practice and while i walk you home! that okay with you?”

→ “it’s not okay with me shittykawa! i told you not to annoy her! sorry y/n i told you he’s irritating.”

→ you just laugh and wave it off telling both players you’d be happy to watch their practice and walk home with them much to oikawa’s delight

→ this becomes a regular thing after the first time you were invited

→ after class, you and iwaizumi go to meet oikawa at the lockers to go to practice and they walk you home afterwards

→ after a few weeks though, iwaizumi notices that oikawa genuinely looks happy when he’s around you and decides to help his friend subltly

→ “oi! i’m going home with mattsun and makki tonight, walk y/n home and make sure she gets in safe yeah?”

→ “rude! i can’t believe you’re ditching us for- oh. oH okay thank you iwa-chan! 🤩”

→ so it’s just you and oikawa walking home and the tension is kinda thick

→ usually the three of y’all are laughing and joking together but since it’s just the two of you tonight, things are quieter

→ it’s not uncomfortable though, oikawa’s just a little nervous because he’s with the person he really really likes alone

→ “kawa, you’ve been kinda quiet tonight, you okay?”

→ your soft voice calling out the familiar nickname would be the death of him

→ “y-yeah?”

→ “i wasn’t testing you! you don’t need to sound so unsure.” you laugh teasing him

→ “it’s your fault i sound like that.”

→ huh

→ “i like you y/n and not like in the friendship type of way, i like like you”

→ you have this big ass smile on your face and he could die happy on the spot

→ “idiot, i like you too, zumi-chan tried to put me off though”

→ “what was that? 😀”

→ “nothing 😳”

→ and that’s how aoba johsai’s new powercouple came about

→ people were happy for y’all because you were a good match you know?

→ the volleyball team had never seen oikawa so genuinely pleased and warm around someone

→ his fangirls are pissed though

→ and oikawa the petty king relishes in this

→ he will absolutely have you wear his jacket around in school and public like a mf medal

→ hes big on pda

→ loves letting people know the two of you are dating

→ loves the jealous stares from fangirls because he knows you’re not bothered by them and loves the fact you trust him and have confidence in him

→ that being said, he will absolutely reassure you and remind you that you’re the only one for him

→ and he’s not lying when he says it

→ oikawa tooru is whipped for y/n l/n

→ and everyone knows this

→ iwaizumi bullies teases oikawa for it

→ but oikawa is a simp and he wears it well 😩

→ this man will c a r r y you if you’re tired from classes or your club activities

→ he’ll help you study and make sure you understand the area he’s helping you revise on throughly and will test you to make sure he’s done a good job on it

→ because yeah he loves spending time with you, but he also wants you to do your best and he loves that he can help bring that out in you

→ because you’re the one who brings the best out in him in day to day life and in volleyball

→ if you’re there in the stands cheering him on with his jacket draped over your shoulders the other team might aswell pack it up and leave

→ cause oikawa plays at 200% whenever he knows you’re there supporting him

→ hes extremely thankful for everything you do for him whether it’s intentional or not

→ and he’ll make sure you know this because this boy absolutely loves showering you with compliments and confessions of love on the daily

→ there will never be a day where oikawa hasn’t told you he loves you at least 5 times

→ he can’t help it

→ hes just so proud of you???

→ and you, him

→ strongest powercouple that supports each other through everything

general taglist → @atsumuwoah @bloody-bella @bbymilkbread @miracleboy420 @doggonudez @atsunakaashi @peteunderoos @tsukishimagizzard @saturnfarie @toffees-main @zumisace @boosyboo9206 @totorosleaff

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Wolf!Ateez Reaction to the daily life with their pregnant mate

warnings: strong language, argument, angst, inappropriate behavior, impregnating kink, violence, suggestive

a/n: this is connected to the other wolf!ateez reaction to finding their mate; I hope you like it anon! also I included some action

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k i m h o n g j o o n g

Hong Joong is a natural leader so he would try to plan and control everything including your daily routine. You know he normally wants you safe and sound but now that you’re in the sixth month and your bumb is becoming bigger he doesn’t really realize that the tasks are just too much for you.

Everyone in the town is super happy that you’re giving them a future leader or maybe a little princess. The pack members always want to talk to you or give you presents which made a normal shopping tour impossible by now. You can feel the pressure they’re inflicting on you and for gods sake just want some last months of peace but that won’t be possible with the alpha’s brilliant plan for you.

Today was also an enormous stressful day as all the grannies of your pack planned out a full five hour ceremony for you and the pup. You knew some things in Hong Joong‘s pack would be different but this made you feel uncomfortable like never before.

„Y/N?“ Hong Joong sees his mate crying in the living room your head held between your hands and sobs leaving you occasionally. „What’s wrong?“ He crouches down in front of you on the ground and takes your shaking hands away to see your glassy orbs and reddened cheeks.

„I- I cannot do this anymore...“

„What?“

„The ceremonies and gifts and talks and meetings and - it‘s just all too much!“

„Are you serious? I didn’t know... I mean the ahjummas told me you are just nervous. It’s traditional for the luna - “

„Joong! I am crying in front of you and pleading for some peace and everything you can think about is the pack and your stupid traditions! I am not nervous I just don’t want to stand naked in front of some old ladies who are telling me how to raise our baby!“

The alpha‘s eyes turn into a rich golden color and you can see that his wolf is coming to the surface at your little outburst. An alpha usually doesn’t take any shit but you’re his luna and you are indeed able to stand your point in front of him (also the naked part seems odd to him, too). Hong Joong sighs and takes your hands into his ones.

„I didn’t know it was so stressful for you and our pup. I just wanted to follow the traditions of my pack and forgot about your feelings and well-being entirely... I am really sorry my beautiful mate.“

The alpha takes you into his arms and gives you a kiss full of love. „From now on you can decide for yourself what you want to do and I will try to become a better mate. Our pack loves you, they will understand.“

„Thank you, Hong Joong“

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p a r k s e o n g h w a

Park Seong Hwa was a calm and loving mate. He always dreamed of a family with his beloved one and a pup. When the doctor said you were going to get twins he was lost. Your tummy became so big he always feared it would hurt you in some way but you assured him it was fine.

As Seong Hwa had a reputable family background and Y/N not really you slowly became aware of the possessive behavior of his family. Seong Hwa, too, had something slight arrogant to himself but you could handle it. The gatherings at his on the other site turned into a slight inconvenient time for you.

„A boy and a girl! I am so proud of you!“ His aunt said excited.

„Yes, at least one boy.“ Of course, you already expected Seong Hwa‘s parents to want an heir for their prestigious estate but now you feared for your little girl. Growing up in a family where only your son is loved his grandparents was something you wouldn’t want for your daughter.

Your patience was soon at it‘s limit when he and his family continued praising your boy and almost forgetting about the other pup that was in your tummy.

„I am so proud of Y/N! We are going to have the best boy in the world and - “

„Park Seong Hwa, we need to talk.“ You stood up and everyone went silent when you dragged your mate outside into the garden.

„I know you only want to impress you parents but what do you think is our daughter going to feel as soon as she‘s sitting with us at the table if you continue only talking about our son?“

„I - I didn’t consider that.“

„Why can’t you be happy about our babygirl like you’re when we’re alone? I am a girl, too. We’re not any less than boys.“

„Y/N, you know I would never think like that.“

„But your family does. They only see me as the one who gives you heirs.“

„I think it would be better if you go home.“

„Seriously? You know what, I am really going home. Home as in my parents house. You should start realizing that I am the mother and I won‘t allow you and your family to hurt my family in any way!“

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j e o n g y u n h o

Your and Yun Ho‘s relationship wasn’t easy at all. You being the princess and him one of the rogue leaders made it hard for you to live your romance freely. You often wanted to tell your parents but seeing them fighting the rogues more and more stopped you from your plan. You wanted peace, just like your mate, too.

To end the war between the wolves and rogues meant a mind change and you felt like the moon goddess picked the two of you on purpose. Maybe it was your destiny?

When you met Yun Ho that day to tell him the news about the pup you were having he suddenly changed into his wolf out of excitement and happiness which caused tears out of joy into your eyes.

By now it was inevitable to not tell your parents about your mate. It was the right time and you didn’t tell Yun Ho something about your decision because you trusted the king and the queen.

It was a fatal mistake to believe that - your mother only cried when the king screamed and trashed around and like an insane person he ordered the guards to bring you into a prison and lock you away from the rogue leader until he killed him. What was worse, they planned you to abort the pup and marry you off to another wolf.

Yun Ho soon found out about everything and nearly collapsed at thought of not only you being in danger but their baby, too. He gathered as much pack members as possible and made his way to your estate.

„I am warning you one last time King Y/L/N! You’re going to give me back my mate or I will burn down everything here!“

„Your mate? She’s my daughter and the princess! My blood would never interact with your kind and this scum that is growing inside her is going to die like you!“ That was enough to start the attack leaving Yun Ho taking some of the wolves with him to find you down in the basement.

He once saw you like this before and it nearly breaks his heart only this time it’s worse. You lay on the ground unconscious and beaten when he picks you up and flees out of your kingdom.

„Don’t worry my love. I promise no one’s going to lay a hand on you ever again!“

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k a n g y e o s a n g

„Mh, mine.“ Yeo Sang stood behind you his nose deeply nuzzled into your neck and his arms holding you and your tummy.

„Who?“ You feel him smirk and are sure of it when he raises his head and bites your earlobe a little bit.

„Both.“

Today you were having a big dinner with some of the other alphas and their families again. There was one big long table where everyone sat down and as you and Yeo Sang were mates your families now sit together.

You already had a bad feeling this morning knowing your ex would be there, too, seeing your mate being extremely overprotective since you’re pregnant.

You went to the restroom and when hen you wanted to get back to the others someone stopped you holding your wrist.

„Long time no see. The pregnancy suits you, Y/N.“

„Jong Su.“

You turned around and gave him a shy smile. How everything turned out a few months ago wasn’t in your interest, too. Before you can say anything he nears you and lays his hand on your belly making you slightly uncomfortable.

„That should’ve been mine. This bastard really didn’t wait long to shoot his dna into your dirty little cunt, right?“

„Jong S - “ Suddenly Yeo Sang grabbed the boy‘s hand and smashed it into the wall next to you leaving the boy crying and rolling on to the ground holding his hand.

„You better not touch what’s not yours! I thought I taught you last time?! I swear if I see you in her vicinity one more time I fucking break your neck!“ With that Yeo Sang took your hand carefully and guided you to one of the balconies of the mansion.

„Yeo Sang, I am sorry...“

„Why are you sorry? I love you Y/N and he has no right to talk to you or about you like that!“

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c h o i s a n

There was nothing better for him than seeing his mate with her little tummy standing in the kitchen and baking the cake for a garden party with their friends. San sneaked up behind you and before you could stop him he already stole a berry from your topping.

„Choi San! Hands off!“ You clapped his hand away and laughed out loud when he took a berries and ran away from you.

„Mooowwwrry.“ You stood behind the couch whereas he was in front of you on the other site smirking at you while he choked down the rest.

You lunged forward and luckily he caught you with open arms causing the two of you to land on the couch. He layed on top of you holding him up with one arm and in the other hand still some berries.

„Be careful my love! You cannot be so wild with our pup inside you!“

„Ah, now you’re acting concerned? What’s with my cake, hm?“

„Sshh... - “ He pops one of the red fruits into your mouth and grins at you. When you were about to shove him off you he held your wrist still and smashed his lips onto yours.

„I love you so much.“

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s o n g m i n g i

You could say Min Gi was a little bit overwhelmed with the situation first but fascinated at the same time. You still remember how he asked you how this could happen and you started to explain the intercourse to him leaving the two of you laughing the whole evening.

When he first bought the most ridiculous things like clothes for two genders and 50 packs of diapers he was now doing pretty good. Min Gi calmed down a little bit and started to read books and asked friends for advise. By now you probably didn’t even need to take care about anything because he planned out every detail.

Min Gi and you got closer while exploring the forests in your wolf form. His wolf went crazy everytime he saw your grown stomach - a typical natural instinct of possessiveness. Sometimes he got so excited he nearly climbed you on your trips. He had such a huge wolf so you were afraid that some day he would accidentally crush you.

„Be careful!“

„Ah, I am sorry... I cannot control myself. I think heat‘s coming.“ His wolf let out small whines while he let himself bump on the ground.

„Aish, Min Gi... Please don’t be sad. I didn’t mean it like that and I only think it’s not a very good idea to do it in our wolf forms right now.“

„You mean, human would be ok?“

You cuddled yourself into his side and licked his ears. Suddenly he jumped up and began to heckle like a maniac.

„Then let‘s go home so I can have some fun with you.“

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j u n g w o o y o u n g

Although Woo Young was the wolf prince and his daily life was often spent with office work and meetings he was quite childish when being alone with you. That doesn’t mean that he’s not mature enough but he likes to make people happy and is a friend of positivity.

Oh, and you always knew when he got home because of the sentence: „WHERE ARE MY BABIES?“

Woo Young also resembled the perfect father in your eyes - every evening when the two of you sat down on the couch and watched a movie he told you about all his future goals and what he wants to do with your little son when he’s finally there.

He also helped you a lot when your stomach grew bigger and bigger and took care of the house duties when it became too hard for you.

Maybe the sweetest part of the pregnancy was how Woo Young liked to talk with your tummy. He used every chance to lay his ears on it and feel the little kicks of your pup. His eyes grew bigger every time something happened and he looked so fascinated.

After the tough time the two of you had your mate was able to make you trust him and give you the love and family you never had. All the hate was gone and replaced with harmony and safety.

„Y/N?“

„Oh god, no ‚Where are my babies?‘ today?“ You chuckled at him while planting the roses in your garden. When Woo Young didn’t respond you got up and watched him smirking at you mischievously.

„Just you wait. Someday you’re going to say it, too!“

„My prince stop being a nuisance and help a pregnant girl.“ Your mate grabbed you by your waist and turned you around so your faces were only centimeters apart.

„You’re not some pregnant girl. You’re my pregnant princess and like I said, we‘re meant for eachother and it shows.“

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c h o i j o n g h o

„You’re kidding me.“

„No, you can see it here.“

„Yeah, more like I can see nothing.“

Jong Ho was totally overwhelmed with having a girl instead of a strong wolf boy. He didn’t even consider it beforehand and now reality crashes down on him. A girl? He’s pretty much busy with protecting his mate and now he has to protect two females?

At home Jong Ho enters after you leaving the keys on the side table and watches how you clap your hands and jump a little bit.

„Isn’t this great? The baby is healthy for now and it’s going to be a little girl! We can chose names if you want I already have some ide - “

„You’re really happy?“

„Choi Jong Ho, I know that voice you’re using. What’s wrong?“

„Y/N, you know me. I know there are many other boys like me outside and I am afraid of having a daughter! I don’t want her to meet a copy of myself and that sounds very wrong but I hope you know what I mean...“

„Jong Ho... First you’re not that bad - I mean, you were a big playboy before you met me but, the point is, you changed.“

„Yes, after I met you. When is she meeting her mate? She’s going to make mistakes. She will meet some asshole who breaks her heart before he comes.“

„Well, I wouldn’t say that you were pretty nice to me before my birthday but that doesn’t matter anymore. And don’t believe you are the only guy, I had my experiences and they make us stronger. It’s okay, that’s life. Why don’t you use your fear to turn her into a strong and confident girl?“

„You think I am able to?“

„Of course. I believe you can do everything. You made me fall in love with you if that’s not proof enough I don’t know what’s then.“

With that you both start laughing and he whispers a small ‚okay‘ while you give him a peck on his pouting lips.

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♡ Haikyuu!!│Boys as your Roommate HC’s Pt.2│Ft. Kuroo, Bokuto, Kenma & Kageyama ♡

Since the last one did well I decided to do another 2am shit-post consisting of my bby HQ bois as your roommate so I’m v sorry if it’s messy and seems like rambling but honestly what did u expect. <(￣︶￣)> The more I write these the more I just want to summon satan and make them come to life man I love them sm.

You can find Pt. 1 here

E N J O Y ~ <3

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Kuroo:

So. Damn. Annoying

But in like, the best way possible??

Constantly teases and irritates you while cooking or when it’s your turn to do the chores.

“(Y/N)-kuuun I think you missed a spot”

Proceeds to show swabbed finger with the tiniest speck of dust on it with the biggest shit eating grin he can muster

You have constant competitions who can clean more thoroughly and rip into each other as a result.

I mean there’s worse things to compete over I suppose??

He likes to make it a habit of waking you up by throwing his HUGE ASS BODY ON TO THE BED IF YOU OVERSLEEP.

WHOLE BED JUST CREAKS AND DIPS UNDER HIS WEIGHT.

Wraps his arm around you and gives amazing cuddles tho so its worth it

Borderline suffocating you though just so you get up.

Also, don’t wake Kuroo when he’s had only a few hours rest

just, don’t. If you value your safety.

Last time you tried to haul him out of bed in this state he threw a pillow at you and BITCH WENT TO GRAB THE ALARM CLOCK NEXT but u dashed out the room before he could lob it. 

Speaking of which, pillow fights. 

so many.

 Y’all are always throwing random stuff at each other just to startle one another

You both make a conscious effort NOT to aim for the head though so I guess its ok???

The aroma of coffee always greets you in the morning and it’s become hella comforting since you’ve just come to associate that smell with him.

His bed head is 1000x more extreme in the morning which you tease him relentlessly for and def has bags under his eyes but it looks cute.

sleep deprivation but make it chic.

He is much more of a night owl i’m making it canon idc - however usually has to sleep early due to club activities starting first thing in the morning.

He wakes up especially early because he knows he not only has to haul himself up at an ungodly hour but Kenma as well since he NEVER gets up on time otherwise.

Kenma lives a few blocks down from you guys and you often kick it as a three.

Sometimes he stays over just to save the extra effort of Kuroo going to his place.

It’s always v chill with the three of you as you get on really well and just play mario kart till 2am.

which again, big mistake. They end up nearly being late to practise so it’s kinda counter productive lmao

worth it though.

Kuroo is a salty loser js and will definitely wave his arms in front of you or shove his ass in your face to block the screen so he can overtake you.

Sometimes forces you to go on early morning runs with him but it’s actually really nice since you watch the sunrise together while sitting for a water break in an empty field

Almost poetic if it wasn’t for the constant teasing and bickering like an old married couple.

Kenma is VERY thankful you have become his new victim for those morning run routines.

Bokuto:

SCREAMS FROM THE ROOFTOPS EVERY DAY

MY GOD

Actually pretty quiet in the morning?? Like the lil owl is just waking up so he usually just mumbles a good-morning and rubs his eyes its so damn cute

Usually pretty good about getting up on time but some days he needs a kick up the backside to get him out of bed.

He fully made you drag him out of the covers once before he was even willing to entertain the idea of getting up.

those 30 seconds felt like a 30 minute workout since he is so HEAVY.

I feel sorry for the neighbours on that day tbh

“Bokuto-san wake up.” 

“NNNgg-aaagGGHHHHH AGGAAASHIII”

“It’s (Y/N) you dumbass G E T U P”

You aren’t safe for long though because ONCE HE’S AWAKE HOMEBOY IS RARING TO GO.

Frequently makes y’all pancakes for breakfast with a frilly pink ‘best chef’ apron on and it’s fucking hysterical. 

actually has several aprons and one of them has a stock image of abs printed onto the front.

Pancakes is the only thing Bokuto is competent at so don’t expect anything else without the kitchen combusting

His pancakes are SO damn good tho like bitch who taught you to flip like dat.

Does a lil shimmy with his body and throws it back each time he flips so it basically aggregates as a performance too since hes so extra

One time the pancake landed on the floor and he was in emo mode for a whole day LMAOOO

boy was spiking while mourning the fallen soldier.

Akaashi was so confused as to why he walked into practise in such a solemn mood.

had to stifle his laughter once you told him the reason.

For some reason you have this tradition to play board games on a Friday night

Obvs you have to let him win and be a cocky ass bc otherwise he will be sad until the next morning.

sis will be in a slump while brushing his teeth over losing a game of monopoly.

Doesn’t expect you to come to practise with him but is always grinning like a dork the whole way there when you accompany him.

His game is always A1 on those days so Akaashi is eternally grateful.

Often tries to make you go to the gym with him SINCE Y’ALL BEST BELIEVE BOKUTO BABY AIN’T SKIPPIN LEG DAY.

Actually a really good workout partner though, he’s so hype and encouraging.

Grocery shopping is a nightmare, y’all come back with 3x as much as what was on the list while Bokuto just looks really sheepish and guilty like a dog who shredded up the sofa.

Kageyama:

Your conversations are very minimal at first until he adjusts to living with you.

Hella private with his living space and his bedroom

You always suspected he’s got some like weird alien cult meeting from Fiji going on in there with how shady he acts sometimes.

After a while though he’s pretty chill and doesn’t mind TOO much when you invade his personal space or go through his stuff.

I’d still be careful though an angry Kags is not a pleasant one.

He’s a minimalist, so if you ever get decorating done it’s usually you that takes the reigns since as long as it’s got a roof, a stove, a bathroom and a bed he could literally not give a fuck.

Unexpectedly easy to please over the smallest things, make a meal for him after a long day of practise and it’ll be hard for him to contain an appreciative smile.

Do NOT pull him up on it though bc he will get defensive 

just embrace it bro you won’t see it often.

V good at getting up on time and hella quiet in the morning when going about his routine, it’s easy to forget he’s in the house a times so at least he’s considerate.

Honestly doesn’t care whether you come to practise or not it makes no difference to him. Though the closer you both get he will sometimes wait for the moment you walk through the door and mentally slap himself for doing so.

Sometimes plays music in his room but it’s always really quiet and hard to decipher unless you press your ear up against the door.

The boi plays some BOPS though which is really surprising???

Usually takes charge of stuff like grocery shopping, cleaning etc. 

Control freak™️ here to assist your household services. 

He’s pretty dense though with these matters and needs some guidance at times lmao

Will not get the item on your list unless you CLEARLY SPECIFY AND INCLUDE THE WHOLE DAMN TITLE OF THE ITEM

You’re surprised he doesn’t request you illustrate the fucking bar code.

In the end you sometimes end up caving and just either going with him or going in his place.

Once he warms up to you y’all like cracking little jokes at each other and pulling one another’s leg.

if you get up even the slightest bit late he’ll just throw a lil “good afternoon” with a smirk on his face.

Sometimes he will come and chill with you on the couch to binge watch shows and it’s just a really relaxed atmosphere.

has really good taste in movies and series??

Honestly just a hella respectful roommate as long as you respect him and his privacy in return.

You once stuck his knee-pads in the washing machine on a high temp and they came out ready to fit a 6 year old.

You still suspect he holds a grudge to this day.

He also tried to give them to Hinata and never have you seen him more genuinely offended lmao.

Kenma:

The pair of you always end up oversleeping and it’s a genuine problem ur the definition of a disaster duo.

If it wasn’t for Kuroo strolling into your sleeping quarters most mornings you guys would sleep till the suns ready to set again.

Bless up Kuroo.

Constant video game marathons and y’all always compete to top each others time

It’s basically just the speed-run side of YouTube but under one roof.

Cannot and will not cook he is too LAZY for that.

Only thing he will do is stick an apple pie in the oven.

He’s courteous though he leaves you like,,, a 1/8th slice

smh.

You mostly get take-out or you’re the one that ends up cooking.

Veeryyyyy quiet, only noise in the household is the occasional snicker or lil conversation.

he has such a soothing voice hnnnnnnnnnggggg

The only time it’s remotely loud is when you play video games but even then the volume is quite low.

You usually end up crashing in his room from playing games till the crack of dawn and Kuroo frequently scolds the two of you.

you don’t listen though lmao.

For some reason you both end up in a hugging position when you wake up and neither of you have addressed it.

Except for the sus side eye look Kuroo gives the pair of you when he finds you like this.

He knows if he mentions it you’ll both infiltrate his apartment and choke him out with a console cable lololol.

You order most of your groceries online bc Kenma’s social anxiety will skyrocket and not allow him to be in a store full of more than 10 people, poor bby.

It works out for you too since why tf go there when you can have it delivered to your door.

You often binge watch anime together and he has GREAT taste mind you.

You made him watch a romance anime once and he secretly enjoyed it.

Since then he will very awkwardly request to watch them occasionally and you can’t help but smile.

The only time you clean is when you have to, like bins brimming with trash before you decide to take them out.

You accidentally broke his fav controller once and he didn’t talk to you for a week LMAO.

Still handed you one to play split-screen though so you knew he wasn’t entirely resentful.

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Member: hehet yeosang! 

Genre: Smut, fluff, big fat uwus just cause i’m in the mood and yes i may or may not be on my period :”)

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: I’m just going to put it out there: 

I might be a hard seonghwa stan, but literally all the other members of ateez have a special place in my heart. 

san appeals alot to my hardstan and performance-obsessed side

mingi appeals alot to my ‘thing’ (kink?) for duality because him in wonderland vs in every other vlive is so mindblowing. 

i have a soft spot for yunho because i personally think he’s the most down-to-earth, handsome member (no i am not saying the other members are not handsome), and not to mention he’s a whole teddy bear. 

i have a soft spot for hongjoong because of his dedication and what he gave up for this dream

my soft spot for yeosang comes in the form of how pretty and visually satisfying he is, and his savageness that’s hidden behind him being an introvert. i’m an introverted extrovert (most people think i’m an introvert but i’m really not). and let’s not get started on his voice. i really, really love his voice and i really want him to get more lines, even if it means him getting an OST solo or something. it’s possible that KQ doesn’t think his voice fits ateez’s sound or they’re just waiting out for a suitable track to highlight his voice. 

i have SUCH a soft spot for jongho because i also think his visuals are EXTREMELY underrated. i’ve said it before that i think he and yunho are the most down-to-earth looking members compared to seonghwa and yeosang. his voice is CRAZY and the fact that he’s the same age as i am makes it even more painful to swallow ;_;

the first time i saw wooyoung, i saw jimin. i was a HARDstan for bts in the years 2014 into 2017, probably the period of their breakthrough. i felt like i knew jimin by heart, so seeing wooyoung really made me feel like i was truly looking at someone who idolised jimin, someone who really took jimin as a role model, and it was wooyoung. the most heartaching thing about wooyoung was that he chose friendship over the possibility of debuting with txt, and as someone who cherishes friendship and loyalty alot, wooyoung will forever have my heart because of his decision. 

conclusion: ateez is probably the first group that i’m constantly watching out for other members because they all each have their virtues and their strengths, and even if they had weaknesses (which i don’t fucking see anywhere lol), the other members just hide them/make them seem like they don’t have any, and i think that kind of dynamics in a group is extremely hard to come by nowadays. 

i’m a sucker for performance groups, so ateez really takes the cake for me when it comes to performance. bts, nct and the boyz are the only other 3 groups i chose to stan/find out more because of their performance. 

“yeosang~” you cooed, leaning over into your boyfriend’s neck. he was staring at his computer screen, scratching his head while looking through the pdf file with all his notes. 

“mm?” he hums as you bury your nose into the collar of his hoodie, inhaling his gorgeous scent. if you could smell the word ‘comfort’, then that was what yeosang smelled like. 

“i don’t want to study anymore, i lost the motivation...” you trail off, resting your chin on his shoulder and pulling your legs over so they were draped over his right thigh. you were sitting next to him at the desk in the room of your dorm, and the two of you have been going at it for about three hours now. mid-terms were around the corner, and both of you had extremely high drives. it wasn’t difficult to catch the both of you studying at the library or in one of your rooms. 

“wae~?” he sung, finally looking away from the laptop screen and looking at you with those pretty, pretty eyes of his. 

“i’m not feeling it,” you pout, reaching up to his ear and tracing the edge of his skin. 

“not feeling it?” he chuckles, leaning back into his seat and pats your thighs, dragging his fingerpads across the faint stretch marks nearer to your hips. “waeyo? usually you’re the one who’s making me study for like, 6 hours in a row.”

“i don’t know... i’m just not feeling it,” you pout even more, motivating him to smile warmly. yeosang strains his neck forward so he meets your lips with his, and you weren’t sure if it was the stress that was getting to the both of you, but soon, you found yourself straddled on his thighs, the kisses becoming longer and heavier.

it doesn’t help that yeosang was in joggers, and the material wasn’t thick enough to hide his growing manhood. 

“is this what you’re feeling?” he pulls away and laughs, looking up at you while you brush your hair to the side. 

“molla... i just don’t want to stare at words and numbers anymore,” you whined, craning your neck downwards and attaching your lips onto his neck. you heard yeosang’s smooth, honey voice rumble in the back of his throat upon the contact. you smile to yourself, knowing exactly where his sweet spot was. 

“are you sure you want to do this now? you’re going to be tired afterwards, you know,” yeosang grins widely, his eyes slowly but surely turning more lustful by the second. 

“i don’t have the motivation to do anything else anyway, i’ll just sleep afterwards.” 

yeosang processes your words, and instinctively brings your face back up to his. the kisses were harsher, and though you were so used to kissing him, yeosang being needy was never a sight for sore eyes. yeosang carried himself like a prince when he was in public, so knowing that you were the only one who had the liberty and privilege of seeing him like this made you want him more in ways you should already be used to. 

yeosang reaches behind you and pushes the screen down to the body of his laptop without detaching his lips. he shifts himself away from the table and lifts you, guiding your legs to wrap around his waist and walks the both of you to his bed. 

“i know you’re already exhausted from studying so i’ll make this a quick one and you can sleep, okay?” yeosang mutters under his breath, in between kisses on your collarbone, his fingers already pulling up his shirt that you were wearing. 

“no... come on, i need the stress relief,” you groaned, feeling the cool air hit your stomach and chest as he riles up the shirt to your neck. 

you feel yeosang’s laughter against the skin of your cleavage, and it forms a smile on your lips. 

“are you sure?” yeosang has his lips planted to the soft skin of your breast, gently sucking on it, making you mewl and shut your eyes at the sensation. 

“this is the second time you’re asking me if i’m su--” your breath hitches in your throat as his fingers travel up under your shorts, finding your underwear and slipping a finger underneath the cloth. 

“mwoya...” he looks up at you and smirks. “so needy today?” 

you cover your eyes with your arms, embarrassed. it wasn’t like this was your first time, but yeosang knew you always felt embarrassed and shy about your sex life. both of you weren’t each other’s firsts, but it was definitely a whole new world. he was always gentle and careful with you, always making sure you were up for it even before getting into anything. 

“arrasseo~” he sings into your ear and kisses you on the lips, slipping one finger into you. you inhale sharply at the chill that was shot up your spine, the parting of your lips allowing yeosang to slide his tongue into your mouth and explore it like he didn’t already know how it felt. 

you were so caught up in yeosang’s finger in you that you didn’t notice he already had his joggers and boxers off. you felt the mattress around your legs sink, and yeosang was directly above you now, his free arm supporting himself right next to your neck. 

“a quick one, alright? i’m not in the mood to break you because i know you’ll be too tired even after a night’s sleep,” yeosang’s voice was low and lustful, but it was comforting to know that your comfort and welfare was still his number one priority. 

yeosang pulls off your shorts and underwear at one go, gently laying it on the mattress behind him. he pulls your legs over his shoulders and leans forward. you didn’t know how wet and needy you were until he pushes in completely, a strange, pleasurable sensation filling your lungs as you arch your back at the feeling of him inside you. 

“you alright?” yeosang brushes his thumb across your lips, kissing your ankles and holding his own urges back. 

“yeah, i’m okay,” you whisper, looking at him with eyes that sent him over the edge. 

yeosang slowly pulls out, only to slam back into you. he repeats this how many times, you couldn’t count. but what stole your attention away from the pleasure was the odd feeling in your abdomen where his manhood was hitting inside you. 

“yeo--” you moaned into the air, listening to his grunts while he thrusts in and out of you. but before you could say anything else, yeosang abruptly stops and pulls out.

“you’re bleeding!” 

every pinch of neediness disappears into thin air at the words that escaped yeosang’s lips. you look down, and you couldn’t believe your damn eyes. yeosang’s length was covered in blood, your blood.

“you gotta be fucking kidding me.”

yeosang gets off the bed and reaches for the tissue box, cleaning up the disgusting, brownish-red blood that was dripping from you. 

“are you okay? did it hurt?” yeosang doesn’t care that his length was covered in your blood, only getting off the mattress and moving to where your head was. you had your hands pressed tightly against your eyes as you felt your ears burn up in embarrassment.

“hey,” yeosang gently pries away your hands and kisses your forehead, only to see a glistening layer of tears over your eyes. “oh, no, why are you crying? it’s alright, jagi. it happens, okay?” 

you pout and sigh heavily, craning your neck to look down, only to realise that the blood had stained his bed sheet. the sight horrifies you, and you jump to your feet, awkwardly crossing your legs only to see the plate-sized stain on his material. 

“no, no, it’s fine. we’ll shower together, and i’ll get the sheets changed, don’t worry about it okay? do you have any of your pads with you?” yeosang finally cleans himself, quickly pulling his boxers back on and giving you a tight hug. 

“no, i... it’s early. it’s not supposed to come for another few days...” you watch as yeosang fumbles through his own wardrobe, looking for a set of clean clothes for you. your dorm was quite a walk away, and you knew yeosang wasn’t going to let you leave his room until this was settled. 

“okay,” he nods, laying down the clean set of clothes on the chair where both of you were before. he looks at you and plants a gentle kiss on your forehead, burying his nose into the crown of your head, knowing that you must feel terrible for ruining this. “we’ll shower together and you can stay in it while i head down stairs to the store and get you your pads, okay?”

he pulls away and looks at you with assuring eyes. he doesn’t bother to see your reaction, knowing that you were only going to feel shitty about yourself and protest. he pulls you into the shower cubicle with towels in hand, and helps take off your clothes, almost like a mother undressing her child to bathe. 

yeosang helps wash you exactly like a mother bathing her child, and that act alone was enough to call every single man out there who couldn’t keep his needs to himself upon the sight of a naked woman a worthless man. 

upset wasn’t a strong enough word to explain what you were feeling. of all times it had to happen, it had to happen when yeosang was pleasing you, adhering to your needs, even when he double checked if you were okay. 

not only that, you stained his bed sheet, painted his manhood with your blood and--

“hey,” his voice interrupts you beating yourself up in your head. “stop thinking about it, okay?” yeosang washes himself briskly, not even bothering to use soap though he used it on you. 

“i’m sorry...”

“no.” yeosang shakes his head, grabbing a towel and drying himself while leaving the shower on. “you stay here and get washed up until you’re satisfied. take as much time as you want, i’ll be heading down and getting your pads-- will the ones that you have in your room be okay?” 

he remembers the ones i have in my room?

“the blue packs with the wings right? the 35 cm ones?” yeosang wraps the towel around his hips and opens the shower door. you slowly nod, surprised that he remembers. 

“okay. take your time, arrasseo? do not worry about it, else i’ll hug you to sleep until you can’t breathe tonight,” yeosang shows you his signature prince smile, before pulling the shower door shut behind him. you hear his footsteps shift around the room, assuming that he changed the bed sheet, and soon the door of his room was opened and then shut. 

you resumed washing yourself, your hair, and all the parts of your body that yeosang has probably kissed before and assured you that he loved them no matter what. struggling with low self-esteem wasn’t easy, and the job was made even harder when your boyfriend looked like a prince himself. 

you were so deep in thought and for so long, that you don’t hear the sound of the door opening until yeosang calls out. “are you alright in there? i got you like... three types of pads ‘cause i’ve got no clue which ones you need for sleep and for tomorrow’s class. i got you some heatpads in case you have any cramps and a cup of hot chocolate too!”

you swore you heard your heart shatter at his words. where else were you going to find another Kang Yeosang?

you hear some movement, and yeosang gets the shower door open just enough to hand you his clean clothes (that’ll probably be too big on you), with a pad the same size as the one you have back in your room. 

yeosang was patiently packing the table and folding the clothes from before when you come out of the shower. you were drying your hair and looking at his busy back with a pout on your lips when he turns around to look at you.

“does it hurt?” he asks with concern written all over his face. he rubs both your arms gently, looking at how large his shirt was on you and looking under it to check that the bottoms he provided you were fitting. 

you shake your head, though you could feel a pinch of ache in your abdomen. 

“aw, uri aegi,” yeosang coos, pulling you into his chest. the only thing you could smell was him, because you were both wearing clothes that belonged to him, and frankly, you couldn’t be any more comforted. 

“i’m sorry. i didn’t think--”

“hey, you said it was early. you wouldn’t have known anyway. and look,” he turns around to gesture at the bed. “it’s fine.”

you look down at your feet, wriggling your toes and wondering what you did to deserve him. 

“here,” he hands you the cup of hot chocolate. “finish it then we’ll wash up and we’ll knock out for the night, arrasseo?” yeosang leans forward and pecks you on the forehead. 

yeosang talks to you about some interesting things he learnt about drones in class that day while you finish your drink. he even prepared an extra towel to be placed under your rear while you sleep, knowing that you were used to an extra layer of protection on your own bed to prevent staining. yeosang plays your favourite music on his phone while he plays with your hair and asks about your day, occasionally teasing you by asking for a sip of hot chocolate every now and then.

the lights were out and the heatpad was under your shorts against your abdomen, with yeosang’s arm draped over the curve of your waist, your arms curled up against both your chests. you hear him hum while he fiddles with the small strands of hair on the crown of your head.

“yeosang?”

“mm?”

“i’m sorry for ruining our quick ses--”

“no.” 

you felt his hand carelessly find your chin in the dark and it pulls a smile up your lips. he pulls on your chin as he leans forward and kisses you gently. 

a long, heartwarming kiss. 

“don’t apologise for something that you can’t control. you always call me your prince, so that makes you my princess, and my princess doesn’t need to apologise for anything.” yeosang pecks you on the forehead, wrapping his arm around you to pull you closer to him. 

“go to sleep, princess. see you tomorrow morning.”

A/N: srfhlshfiufhieurhtoierht9erhnfergfusahdiofasf i may or may not have cried writing this yeosang uwu

[steepgan]

t. oikawa - the balcony

in which you befriend your neighbor during quarantine. gn reader.

To put it briefly, your neighbor across from you will not be quiet.

Everyone is cooped up in their respective apartments due to a pandemic, and this guy decides to have a party every goddamn day. You can hear his music when you’re in the shower, and sometimes you don’t want to listen to Firework by Katy Perry. Sometimes you want to listen to One Direction.

Your apartment is situated oddly. The neighbor you speak of is not across the hall from you (if he was, you might have already filed a complaint). Instead, your apartment is given a balcony that directly faces the neighbor in question’s balcony.

Below the balconies is a small street that has passerbyers and chatting people that are looking for a shortcut. You get the occasional street cat that yowls in the trash cans at night and fights with raccoons. They are far more pleasant company than your neighbor.

In other words, the loud neighbor lives in a different apartment complex from you.

Every day is a new horror. Once, there was nonstop playing of Lorde’s Melodrama album (to which you were so concerned to the point of finding your neighbor a therapist), and the next day, there were strange trumpet noises (where did this guy find a trumpet during Covid?)

After the third week of the neighbor’s incessant noise, you take it upon yourself to ask your neighbors if they, too, are perturbed by the loudness. To this day, they do not mind the noise.

You’ll get used to it, they say. We’re neighbors. Sometimes we make noises, too, [L/N].

The noises are seemingly getting louder and louder. You swear you hear a chainsaw at some point. Not even your poor headphones can cancel out the sound. You wonder how your neighbors are faring with this sort of noise. 

You hope that they are annoyed as you are this time. If they are, you can laugh at their face and ask who is getting used to the noise now. However, you suck up all your annoyance and pretend that you don’t mind the noise.

Then one day, you snap.

You open your balcony doors and march to the railing that is only a few feet away from your noisy neighbor’s balcony. You clear your throat and try to yell. 

“Dude!” you shout. “Hello? Mind turning it down a bit?”

There is no response.

“Hey, man!” you persist. “Turn it down! No one wants to listen to the Backstreet Boys at 6 A.M. in the morning!”

The neighbor who lives beside you opens his balcony door. He sleepily pokes his head through and says, “I, actually, find it quite ni—”

“Go back to bed, Jorge,” you snap. “No one cares.”

Jorge retreats back into his apartment.

Grumbling, you go into your apartment as well. If shouting will not catch the neighbor’s attention, you need to find something tangible. You need something that will physically grab your neighbor’s stupid attention away from the Backstreet Boys.

You pick up the nearest object that you could find and return to your balcony. Without further ado, you throw it over. You aim at your neighbor’s balcony window, hoping to alert the neighbor without completely shattering his apartment and getting sued.

As luck would have it, the infamous neighbor himself opens the balcony door just then. He is rubbing the back of his neck with his lazy brown locks of hair falling here and there, perfectly framing his face.

Unfortunately, you do not manage to get a good look at his actual feature, as the object you chose to throw at him hits him smack in the face. He is taken aback by the sudden force and staggers before falling backward.

You wince.

He groans.

You let out a meek voice. “Holy shit, I’m so sorry.”

The man stands back up, and you flinch as if he rises from the dead. He holds the object in hand and stares at you. He seems a little groggy (rightfully so) as he asks, “did you just throw a purse at me?”

He speaks the truth. You chose to throw a purse at him.

Your neighbor looks more put together than you thought. He maintains a broad, athletic frame and stands at a decent height enough to impress. He leans against his balcony door, and the rising sun peeks over the apartment buildings, shining generously on his face.

The rays illuminated his cheekbones and rich, brown eyes. He tilts his head, his skin pulled smooth over his jaw down to his collarbone. He looks otherworldly. Ethereal, even. It must be golden hour, you quickly convince yourself. It’s just the golden hour.

“It was empty,” you say, not helping your case. You scramble closer to the railing. “Sorry! Super sorry. I just needed to get your attention.”

“You most certainly got it,” the neighbor says, amused. You hope he is not too annoyed. Most of your pent-up annoyance is melted away because you threw a bag at him. “Do you want this back or—”

“Of course I want it back,” you say. “I was just wondering if you could turn down the music a bit. You play it all the time, and it’s disturbing me.”

The neighbor gives you a blank stare. It’s as if he’s never been asked this before. He sheepishly admits, “I’ve never been asked this before.”

Bingo.

“Oh, well, do you mind being a little considerate?” you ask. “And give my bag back?”

“Sorry,” the neighbor says. “I’ll be sure to turn the volume down.”

He does not intend to throw the bag over the balcony as you foolishly did. Instead, he reaches out with the bag in his hand. Your bag dangles over the street, precariously close to falling down.

You stretch over the railing. Your fingers briefly brush your neighbor’s. Warmth crawls up your cheeks, but you blame it on the fact that you’ve kept human contact to a minimum ever since quarantine started.

He gives you the bag, and you hold it in your arms. You are tempted to crack a joke about Covid and ask if he washes his hands regularly, but your neighbor seems like the type of man who knows how to take care of himself properly.

“Say, do you have a party or something every day?” you ask. “You play it so loud, so I’m just wondering if you hold small kickbacks.”

“Every day?” the man goes. He shakes his head and laughs while crossing his arms. “Nah. I try to follow Covid procedures as well as I can. Oh, but, umm, I do have the occasional party to myself.”

“You throw parties by yourself?”

“Why do you look and sound so disappointed?”

True to his word, the neighbor keeps his music down for you to concentrate. You are extremely grateful, as you can now listen to your own television and study for your online classes.

Although you hear the faint drumming beat of music sometimes, you decide that it was far worse last time he blasted his music all over the place so you let it slide. There are a few neighbors who pass you in the hall and thank you as well. 

Unable to rest one night, you walk out onto your balcony for some fresh air. After this, you will finally go to bed at 4 A.M. in the morning. In the dim light of the lanterns, you can see a silhouette of a person on your neighbor’s balcony.

Oh, if it isn’t your good neighbor!

(Well, who else would be on your neighbor’s balcony?)

He is on his phone while leaning on the railing. The bright screen reflects on his face, showing his concentration. His athletic build is slightly hunched over his phone as he hums leisurely, scrolling innocently.

“So,” you say, “do you usually stay up until 4 A.M.?”

The man, slightly startled, looks up from his phone and sees you. He cracks a grin that’s more brilliant than the fact that his house plants are still alive despite you never seeing him water them. 

“Well, hello, there,” the neighbor says. “I actually get up at 4 A.M.”

You still. “You what.”

“I get up at 4 A.M.”

“No, I don’t think I heard you right. Mind repeating it again?”

“I get up at 4 A.M.,” the man repeats, and although he has said it three times already, your mind cannot process it. While you’re going to bed at 4 A.M., this guy was waking up at 4 A.M. How insane! “I’m an athlete, so I wake up and use an elliptical. Feeling sluggish isn’t good for me.”

It was then you catch his name: Toru Oikawa of Club Athletico San Juan. You can’t bother to be gobsmacked as you do not catch up with sports news, but you keep in touch with old friends who are still involved in sports. You believe that they’ve mentioned the San Juan club a few times.

“Jesus Christ,” you say.

“No, not Jesus,” Oikawa pipes up, “although I’ve been told about the similarities.”

“I’m [F/N] [L/N],” you offer. “It’s very nice to meet you, Toru Oikawa.”

“Likewise,” he says, “unless you're throwing a purse at me.”

“Again, I’m super sorry—”

You and he talk for some time about anything that comes to mind. You ask him to show you a few of his volleyball videos, as you want to see how he plays. You assume that because of social distancing, he’s been unable to practice.

He obtains your phone number and sends you a few videos with a snarky little comment at the bottom, which you choose to ignore. You watch his videos, and you realize that this Oikawa guy is actually really good.

It seems your friendship with him is on feebly, baby-doe legs. There are days where you do not talk to him at all, as you are more of a night owl and Oikawa is the physical embodiment of carpe diem. There are some days where you and he do not let a single hour slip by without texting each other (you must admit that Oikawa is very entertaining).

Your neighbors tease you, constantly reminding you of your previous hatred for Oikawa (back when you did not know what his name was). You tell them that it was perfectly sensible to be mad, especially since he had been so loud, but they wave you off with a smirk of their faces you’d gladly wipe off. You can tell that they think you like Toru Oikawa.

You tell them that the day Oikawa calls you enchanting and thinks of you as a goddess is the day you might consider him as something more than a neighbor friend.

A month and a half flies by, and you are dawdling on your balcony with Oikawa. He is sitting with his legs swinging back and forth through the rails of the railing. His volleyball hands grip the top of the railing as he chats with you aimlessly, the same smile that he typically wears is upon his face.

“You must have a lot of experience,” you note, watching Oikawa’s videos on your phone. “It’s super impressive.”

Oikawa laughs. “You think so?”

“Yeah,” you say incredulously. “I was watching one of your old high school videos, and I compared it to one of your more recent ones. Your growth is to die for. I super admire your skills, Toru.”

“My skills?”

I wish I could say more, you think. You believe your words are not enough to describe how you feel. Nothing is able to amount to the pride you feel towards your newfound friend, and it aches to keep your words to yourself. You can tell that he has suffered, and you can tell that he is suffering even now. You smile thinking about how far he has come, how far he has gone to be standing across from you with such a moonlit smile on his face.

You know how he fights, and you are so proud.

Of course, there is no non-cheesy way to say this, so you hope that Oikawa can read your eyes well enough. You hope that Oikawa knows that you are being more genuine now than ever, and you hope that he does not mistake your authenticity for pity.

“I think you are very great,” you say to him truthfully. 

Oikawa’s voice is shaky. “Thank you.”

It feels as if years are going by with you locked in your apartment. Oikawa becomes an integral part in your life and in your everyday habits. You text him nearly every day and find yourself rising early in the morning just to talk to him for a few minutes before collapsing back on your bed.

Your neighbors suggest that you and he have a forbidden lovers thing going on. You ask them where they got that from. They bring up the fact that you and he are from different apartment complexes that just-so-happen to be facing each other.

If your neighbors want their own drama, they might as well try throwing a purse at their neighbor’s window and hope the neighbors are as amicable and handsome as Toru Oikawa. You struck gold with him.

He is easy to get along with. He tells you a lot of stories in the middle of the night and whenever he can. Every experience he tells you about seems to be linked with another experience, which is linked to another and then another. The conversations are flowing out of him, and sometimes, the most you can do is keep giving him positive affirmations so he will keep talking to you.

You like it when he talks to you.

“No phone, Toru?” you note, seeing his empty hands. Oikawa usually has his phone when he talks to you on the balcony. It is strange to see him without it, but Oikawa is a strange guy, you figure. He’s a total dork.

Oikawa is in love with a sport. 

You have many athlete friends. Ordinarily, they complain about waking up early and never getting enough sleep—especially when balancing it with schoolwork. They enjoy their sport to a degree, but it pales in comparison to what Oikawa feels toward volleyball. 

To Oikawa, and to people like Oikawa, volleyball is a practice. They turn volleyball into a habit. It becomes a habit that they care for the sport, and most importantly, it becomes a habit that they, in turn, take care of themselves.

“Too much blue light,” Oikawa says, shaking his head. “I’m cutting down my phone time. It’ll be better for my eyes, too. You ought to do the same.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you joke. “I have to look at screens all day, even if my eyesight deteriorates in the long run.”

“What will you do if you end up blind?” Oikawa leans on the railing. It’s as if he is trying to get close to you. However, the distance between the balconies is six feet apart. Whether you and Oikawa like it or not, you and he are following safety procedures. “You won’t be able to look for aliens with me.”

You laugh. “I don’t believe in aliens.”

“Well, they don’t believe in you, either.”

You make a sad face.

Oikawa is taken aback. He starts speaking quickly. “They don’t have to believe in you. It’s their loss. I’ll believe in you instead. You don’t need the approval of aliens, and you don’t need their opinions. They’re not even on Earth! The Earth is grand enough with you on it, [F/N]. As long as one person—me, or yourself, even!—believes in you, you’ll achieve greater things than aliens.”

It is then you smile. Oikawa is so silly, you think to yourself. You doubt there is anything else in the world that can replicate the neighbor across from you. He is truly one of a kind. “Thanks, Toru. You’re such a loser.”

“Hey,” he says, “love me or hate me. Don’t do both. Make it make sense.”

With Oikawa cutting back his screen time, you do not receive as many volleyball videos or texts from him. You miss his texts, of course, but this only spurs you to catch him in the mornings or in the late evenings when he gets back from practice. Your whole sleep schedule now revolves around the man. He is your friend, after all.

You slightly envy the man, as he seems dead set on becoming better than the person he was yesterday. However, you and he carry different morals. You do not mind not knowing what to do at all; you live from one day to the next, happily taking whatever life gives you. You are content not knowing what the future holds because you know that it is scary, but nothing is fun without being scary.

You do not need to follow Oikawa’s beliefs. Everyone raises themselves differently than the next person, and that does not make them any less productive. As each experience goes by, people take a different lesson from it, learning and learning and learning. That is human thought.

Of course, you learn a thing or two from Oikawa. You learn that there is always someone better, and that should only move you forward. You come to realize that if life does not lead you along, life will drag you, and you are far too pretty to be dragged.

With this in mind, you finish your project in time.

More weeks fly by, and Oikawa greets you as you walk out on your balcony. He is dressed in his practice clothes, and you are dressed in pajamas. You wrap your coat around yourself tighter, as the colder seasons are approaching and you aren’t so keen on freezing to death.

Oikawa’s brown hair feathers the tips of his reddened ears and touches the nape of his neck. He gives you a small wave, and you groggily wave back in response. It is far too early to meet Oikawa, but it seems you and he have an unspoken meeting time at 4 A.M. You have set many alarms for this man, and you hope he appreciates your efforts.

He holds something in his hands. You ask him what it is for, and he calls it a phone. It is not a phone. It is two cups, and they are held together by string. Oikawa tells you that one of the cups belongs to him and the other you. He stretches over the balcony, and you do so as well.

Your fingers barely whisper over his as you grab the cup from him. Oikawa quickly pulls away, nearly making you drop the cup. You swear you felt as if you were on the verge of a heart attack. You angrily curse out Oikawa for scaring you like that, and he only laughs in return.

That is the second time you’ve touched Toru Oikawa.

What a douche.

“Let’s test out the phone,” Oikawa says, putting his mouth to the cup.

You settle your ear to the cup, awaiting Oikawa’s message to you from your balcony. You wait, you wait, and you wait. Your ear is warm with anticipation, and just as you are about to tear your ear away from the cup to yell at Oikawa for joking with you, you hear something.

It is soft and quiet. If not for the stillness of the morning, you would not have been able to hear it. The voice is very faint, and the voice is very, very him. 

“[F/N],” he says. He says your name like a prayer, like something he has kept lodged in his throat. He says it with apprehensiveness and doubt, as if he isn’t sure that it will reach you, as if he isn’t sure that it’ll work—but it does. But it does. 

You smile, and you hold the cup to your mouth. 

“Toru,” you say. You say his name again. “Toru.”

You flit your eyes up to see Oikawa, to see what he thinks of your personal message. In the dim light of the lanterns that hang on his apartment, you see that Oikawa is blushing. The red of his ears has spread across his cheeks. 

He realizes that you are looking at him, and he turns his cheek to the side—a poor attempt of hiding. It is really impossible to keep his expressions from you, as it is only him and you outside. Even your neighbors recognize that there is an hour designated for you and Oikawa.

You put the cup down. Excited, you ask him, “did you hear me?”

“Yeah,” he says, regaining his composure. “Your breath stinks—”

You then throw the cup at his head. Oikawa falls back.

It is every day that you and he speak through the string-cup-phone-thing. You and he speak through it in the mornings when he wants to tell you a secret about his coworkers. Oikawa tells you that he has returned to work, as his team mates (including himself) have tested negative for Covid. You are entertained by his stories.

Oikawa has some of your habits, you realize. He must have picked them up from you during the duration of your friendship with him. When he eats candy, he saves his favorite color for last and eats his least favorite first. When he speaks, he crosses his arms—a habit that you have only because of your easy annoyance. He takes some of your jokes as well and repeats them to his coworkers (and you only know this because he tells you; at least he gives his credit to you).

He finds satisfaction in the littlest of things now. He will bring up how pretty the lights in the street below are, and when you are slightly pissed at anything, he will tell you how those aforementioned lights are nothing compared to you. He likes the smell of the bakery down the street, and he promises that he’ll take you there one day because it’s his favorite.

When he tells you a joke, he looks at your face to see if you are laughing. You think he likes your laugh. Or maybe he likes your time and appreciation. Whatever it is, Oikawa does not grow tired of seeing you laugh.

Toru Oikawa is as strange as you, you believe, and strange people stick together.

“Today,” Oikawa says through the string-cup-phone-thing, “I saw a skunk, and I thought of you.”

You blink. “I hate you.”

“Skunks are cute!” he insists through the cup. “I’m talking about its eyes. It had beautiful eyes. Take it as a compliment! The skunk’s beautiful eyes were so astounding that they seemed to—”

“Don’t try to redeem yourself.”

There are some days where Oikawa is too tired to talk to you, and although you are hurt by it, you realize that he needs time to himself. He sits on his bed, visible through the balcony window doors and buries his face in his hands. He looks defeated. All you can do is watch and pretend you do not see.

The thing about character is that one has to keep building it.

Oikawa constantly compares himself to others. At first it is not visible, but it becomes painstakingly obvious to those who are close to him. Oikawa brings up other volleyball players all the time, and he says that he wishes that he can serve like him or receive like her. You tell him that he can, and he laughs.

His envy is tiny, and you can see it in the way he praises this person’s sets and in that person’s passes. All you say in response is that they have to grow to get there, and that he, too, can grow.

So you wait by the string-cup-phone-thing. The cup hangs from you railing and dangles near your ear. It is too late in the day, but you force your eyes awake every time you feel yourself drifting off to sleep.

You will be here for Toru Oikawa. You will be here for him.

Oikawa steps outside today, and he sees you by the string-cup-phone-thing. You are curled up in a ball, dozing off near your respective cup. There is a lopsided grin on his face that appears whenever he sees you. He feels dizzy.

He sits down on the balcony, reaching for his cup that dangles from his railing. He starts talking. He tells you about his day, and he tells you about what he’s worried about. Although you are barely awake to hear it, Oikawa is glad that you are here anyway. You have this unspoken determination about you that makes Oikawa feel jumpy.

The months pass by, and you realize that you have a strong connection with Oikawa. Although having never spoken before quarantine and having never seen him closer than six feet away, you feel closer to him than ever. You do not need to be holding him; you do not need to be near him.

All you have to do is be there.

There are nights where it is you and him and silence. You and he seem to forget that the other is there with them, but if one were to leave, then you and he would feel as if something was wrong. The Earth will not be the same without the other, and you come to the profound realization that the universe is built upon one thing missing the other.

You are humming, and Oikawa is rolling around his volleyball. There is nothing but the sound of the concrete underneath the leather ball and your broken humming. You hum quietly, and it is breathy and choppy.

Then you hear something from your string-cup-phone-thing. You quickly snatch the cup and motion for Oikawa to repeat what he said.

It is quiet and apprehensive. “Do you want to spend Christmas with me?”

You drop the cup. It dangles. You stare at Oikawa, whose ball was rolling away toward the panel of the balcony window door. He is sheepishly carrying his cup and looking at you, expecting an answer.

“Just reject me already,” Oikawa says. So his invitation has more connotations that you realize. Your heart is like that of a jackrabbit. “Then you’ll never hear me bring this up again, if you don’t want me to.”

He stands there, his hair looking like shiny lucky pennies on sidewalks. His smile is as genuine as ever, and it tells you that even if you tell him no, he will still be there with you because that is what friends do. 

If Toru Oikawa were to look in a mirror, he will see a hero.

He is glowing, you think. You don’t know if anyone else can see it. You want everyone to look at Oikawa and see how beautiful he is glowing. He is like the moon. The noisy neighbor whom you once hated is now the person who is most cherished across from you. You believe you can find no one close to Oikawa.

You don’t think you can ever stop appreciating the pillar that is Toru Oikawa, and you don’t think you ever want to. You have a thousand things you want to say, and you do not know which one to say right now. You do not think that this is the right time, either.

Maybe you will say these things later, if you have time.

During the most unfortunate of times, human beings are desperate. Thus, you can say with your utmost confidence that you are here for Oikawa, and that is all. 

You grab the cup and scramble to your feet. It is then you lean over your railing and hold the cup to your mouth. You are happy. You are indescribably, ardently, and passionately happy. There is an answer that rips from your throat when you open your mouth. You say something along the lines of hoping that it better be the best Christmas you will ever have.

Oikawa laughs, and he says, “you’re a delight, [Y/N]. I think you’re like a goddess.”

“Delight is a lousy way to describe me,” you say. “Call me mesmerizing, jaw-dropping, and radiant.”

“How about enchanting?”

You think about it. “I think enchanting will do just fine.”

“Right then,” Oikawa says, “[F/N], you are absolutely enchanting.”

[hamaon]

JGY or WWX?

I feel like a fair disclaimer to give before getting to Wei Wuxian is that I watched the Untamed despite, not because of, wangxian! I originally checked out the beginning of the animated series because someone I followed was getting into it, but I already had an inkling that the main romantic relationship in this romance wouldn’t be my cup of tea. The Untamed followed, more than half a year later, really only because I had hit the gorgeous soundtrack on youtube.

How I feel about this character Part of the reason I presumed I wouldn’t be into wangxian was because neither of the main players really spoke to me, and on this account I am happy to have been proven wrong! When I finished the show, Wei Wuxian was probably my favorite character. There's something very satisfying about a surface-level heroic main character hitting his absolute lowest points and starting to be actively harmful to himself and others. “This is all I’ve ever wanted for the class clown type of character”, I think I said at some point. Let it all burn.

I go back and forth on whether I find the flightier parts of his personality charming or annoying, but it’s a spectrum. The Untamed version is my favorite, character-wise.

All the people I ship romantically with this character Nie Huaisang, in the sense that, what with their roles in the plot, it would be fascinating to see how things would play out if this was the main romance, instead. Especially because romance would not be Nie Huaisang’s priority. What would the relationship trajectory even be, teenage sweethearts, ending with a definitive breakup by the finale? I've never sat down with the idea long enough to do anything with it, but sometimes it comes back to me. The main reason I'm into it is because hey, it's the main character & the main driving force behind the story! this is an intellectual puzzle to work out!, but they also had nice, easy chemistry when they were young and seemed to enjoy each other's company, which was something that was... not present in the actual main ship as far as I could see, and apparently my only kink is obvious mutual interest and stability in a relationship. I don't think they really had romantic/sexual chemistry in particular, but hey.

Wen Ning. I just think ningxian is cute. Also has lots of potential for difficult and uncomfortable exploration re: consent and autonomy.

But I think at the end of the day, the only relationship he has that just by the actual shape of it would be something I'd be interested in seeing turn into a romantic and/or sexual relationship is with Wen Qing, which, uh. Yeah. The fond push-and-pull, the two leaders, it’s good stuff. Just a physical relationship during their hunkering together time would be fun, too.

My non-romantic OTP for this character Jiang Cheng. I remember originally being pretty peeved about the fact that the romance (censored or not) is treated as the main focus when the Yunmeng duo is, to me, the real heart of the story. Let Lan Wangji be a supporting character.

I'm not sure if I really want a reconciliation between them, personally, but I want to note that it’s not because I think it would be fundamentally impossible, or because one or both of the characters is genuinely better off without the other. I think it would be very good for them if they managed some sort of genuine healing together!

I don’t want a reconciliation because thinking about their complete and total failure to communicate and consequently never making up makes me experience genuine agony in a very satisfying way. I have in the past gone into people's tags for the two of them and managed to work myself into a sobbing mess within five minutes. It is extremely cathartic.

My unpopular opinion about this character That time when he walks into a Jin party and starts throwing threats 3-2-1, part of me is going “fuck yeah” and part of me is looking at all the collateral damage servants trying to stay out of the way in the background, who never asked to be terrorized by this very powerful man. It’s not something that makes me dislike the character in any way or form, as stated before if anything it just makes him more interesting to me, I just don’t think that it was an uncomplicatedly ‘cool’ moment.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon The man should be actually responsible for his own misdeeds. I’ve heard people say that this was a censorship thing, but I have no sources on that.

And A-Yao gets to go under a read more.

How I feel about this character Continuing down the nostalgia lane, my initial reactions were “this man smiles very deliberately” and, towards the end, “man, fuck the gentry, you should get to win”.

I, hm. It feels sometimes like there are two kinds of opinions that fans have, and I don’t connect with either of them! There’s the “this character is an unrepentant asshole and I’m proud of that, you don’t need to make up sympathetic motivations for villains” which, while I agree that he can justify a lot to himself, just doesn’t ring true to me. I think that many of his actions were either forced by the circumstances, or understandable, or sympathetic and made with decent intentions, or not particularly bad compared to shit that other characters and their society as a whole gets to.

Obviously there are all these breakdowns about the specific acts of altruism that he does that in-universe are rare from someone that high up in power, and those are great, but even without all of that, he was a stable, peaceful, competent ruler who wasn’t doing any large-scale nasty shit after a series of complete nightmares on the throne, and upsetting that long-standing balance should bring about repercussions for several social classes that does more harm than anything he was individually doing at any point.

As for the other take, there’s the “oh no he’s so small and so cute and should be pampered so much” which I don’t... get, emotionally, and additionally it is reaaal hard for me to see the character as someone who either wants or would even particularly enjoy being the one being taken care of. Usually my response is-

There’s that part during Nie Mingjue’s capture in Empathy where he’s just, running the whole show? Like, on one hand it is very important that he’s probably the weakest person in the room, and might lose in a direct confrontation against even the random soldiers standing to the sides, and if he plays his cards wrong or even sub-optimally one of the two big strong cultivators in his vicinity is going to pulverize him, and also aware of all of this at all times and living in low-key terror. But also -- he pulled it off.

If I’m working myself toward some emotional response with “A-Yao small” it doesn’t end with “someone should hold him 🥺” but with “and doesn’t that just make it all the sweeter that he sat on that throne”. (I have two kinks, and the other one is power reversal.)

All the people I ship romantically with this character Only Lan Xichen, really, but there are some tentative side paths to take!

Qin Su, in that the initial attraction would be fun to explore, and then it becomes less about the relationship dynamic and more about the underlying horror.

Nie Huaisang, in a not-particularly-serious, one-sided, never-happened-and-now-it-never-will kind of way. The ideal would be Jin Guangyao thinking of Nie Huaisang as a tiring but cute little brother figure (he doesn't have those, all of his family relationships sans mom take a weird turn at some point! this one sure is about to!), while Nie Huaisang has a lil crush, and then it goes all the way to hell. ...And I know that I set “won’t happen” as a precondition, but I guess if there was a character who keeps the (fierce or not) corpse of the late Chief Cultivator close in an effort to feel alive post-canon, Nie Huaisang is the one I’d want for that role.

Jiang Cheng, because that family unit is so under-explored in canon, and because out of a handful of favorite characters these two are usually my number one, so watching them interact with each other can be fun just because of that. But in my heart of hearts I want Jiang Cheng to stay forever single by choice, and really I'm just here for platonic family shenanigans with Jin Ling. (I've written some of this, but out of everything it's probably the least likely to ever see the light of day.)

But really only Lan Xichen. When I was watching the early episodes and didn't remember the characters well and in my head these two were only “the disturbingly handsome older brother” and “a bit part soldier (lol) from some other sect” I really imprinted on that goodbye scene, like damn, look at these characters who are friendly with each other and showing obvious interest. It's only the circumstances that are getting in the way! If I were to ever read fic from this show, it would be these two. (This was all a counter-reaction to early wangxian haha.) But increasingly it goes to show that what I'm really into is people having mutual and mutually recognized affection for each other, the negotiated part in the relationship being less about whether it'll happen and more about how to go about it. More romances that start with getting together instead of ending there.

I am laughing at my past self here though, after actually finishing the show my thoughts on xiyao were that it was nice that it was both there and stable (until, you know) and unknowable, whatever the shape of their relationship in private they are aware of it and have made their peace with it, and that's all I need to know, and now I'm sitting here with several WIPs, wondering if this is what finally pushes me to start publishing fanfiction.

My non-romantic OTP for this character Lan Xichen. No, I’m not interested in a non-romantic* read on their relationship, yes, I just want him here, too.

Also, the only other relationships of note here are with Meng Shi, Jin Ling and Qin Su, and using ‘non-romantic OTP’ for any of those feels off to me. Meng Shi and Jin Ling are at too much of an uneven level, Qin Su doesn’t reach OTP levels even if the romantic filter is off. Su Minshan and Xue Yang might be a better fit, but again, OTP level is too high. Early-canon Nie Huaisang... maybe.

*non-sexual is fine. never officially getting together w/mutual acknowledgement is fine.

My unpopular opinion about this character I think I already went off, so. The hat is fine, and the hate sounds performative and weirdly ignorant at times. I don't love the Untamed version, but it’s fine and the ones in other adaptations are fantastic, even. The warm yellow-brown combination looks really nice. More of the characters should wear hats, actually! Which I realize is an opinion influenced by historical Japanese and Korean dramas, which are of a different genre altogether (also not Chinese, but hats in official settings are a constant in all of these cultures). Nevertheless.

I wish it was used only post-timeskip in the Untamed, too, though, for more variety in costuming and to further differentiate the pre- and post-timeskip versions of the character.

...................................and a specific xiyao pet peeve also: I am becoming increasingly wary of the... either super common or I just happen to keep finding these, take where he’s some sort of unwilling/particularly hesitant participant in this relationship. Like I went back to watch parts of episode 4 (to figure out why it was that I was so sure Meng Yao would be swinging a sword around in future episodes and my conclusion is: because everyone else was swinging theirs) and even the initial interactions in the goodbye scene are like-

Meng Yao literally runs up to a guy waaay out of his league like “Hello I am bringing myself Forth because I have the audacity to assume you might Personally Want to Know that I am leaving and here are some pretty personal reasons why (gosh you really are lovely)”

Reactions I’ve seen to this: look at the little dude running away from his emotions

Me: w h a t

And then the natural conclusion here is that Lan Xichen is there to love him (with his dick and/or sunny personality) until he’s forced to accept it [serene face emoji] and it makes me. Not enjoy it much.

Ofc this doesn’t include normal human hesitations one might have about... anything and everything in life, really, but when it’s treated like this automatic character/relationship hurdle I’m just hhhh

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon I'm pretty satisfied with things as they stand? Just like the relationship between Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian makes me feel cathartic agony, Jin Guangyao's fate makes me feel cathartic rage. Look at the low-born bastard child go down the stairs of life, one last time!

......Sometimes I have my weak moments and do wish he had gotten away in the end, though.