#cries and cries over this trio. they are everything

[tinyplanetss]

the hallway scene gets me teary-eyed every single time i watch someone play it, no matter how many times i've seen it at this point ;~;

[teafiend]

PSA: Watch this ✨

The 6th anniversary of its airing is coming up next month but anytime is good for a shot at this KDrama.

[dameronology]

matt murdock headcanons

i have about 4000 words to write for my thesis so instead i am writing these. enjoy xx

matt takes his coffee black. nothing else added, literally just black. anything else overwhelms his senses. for the first six months of your relationship, you kept accidentally leaving little coffee grounds floating in the bottom that made him want to die, but he loves you so he did not say anything.

actually, matt is the king of "i love you so i won't say anything." if you burn dinner or wear that one scratchy jumper that overwhelms him or flood the bathroom so it's a gosh darn slip and slide, he won't say anything. why would he? he loves you as you are.

matt doesn't need you to guide him in public but he will hold your arm or hand just because he wants too. he especially likes when your hands are loosely intertwined and he can feel your pulse against his skin. it's calming for him.

sometimes he forgets that you weren't always in his life. he'll tell a story from college as though you were because it just doesn't feel right to have lived a life where you weren't in it.

matt rarely calls you by your name. it's always sweetheart, and sometimes baby.

although one time foggy heard him call you the latter and then called matt baby girl and babycakes for a week until karen threatened to beat them both up

on the subject of foggy & karen -- they both love you!! they'd always been protective of their little trio but you fit in perfectly.

those two quickly become your best friends.

josie's for drinks after work on a friday is standard. matt will always have an arm looped around your waist, or a hand on your thigh, or just any form of physical contact really. mostly because he's over protective.

matt doesn't get hungover and it's really fucking annoying. you've seen him pound back pint after pint, just to wake up feeling fresh as a daisy the next day.

the good news?? he's vision impaired so he won't open the curtains when you're hanging out your absolute arse !!

he's the best at looking after you when you're hanging, though. he'll make you a smoothy and a greasy breakfast.

actually, matt is just the best in the mornings anyways. you'll always have a cup of coffee made before you're awake, with breakfast on the counter.

living with matt is domestic bliss tbh

that's not to say you don't argue -- you're both human and in his line of work, both day job and night job, it comes with its bad days and times when he keeps shit bottled up

so you prod and you poke until he explodes and finally, you argue and it's cathartic as hell

matty is very overprotective too, which has lead to tension

it was a little over the top at first, but you settle for having life 360 on both your phones and letting him know when you arrive places safely

even when you have really bad arguments, you always find your back to each other

one time you joked "i'll send you a text if wilson fisk murders me" and he didn't find it funny

actually he almost cried

the be all and end all though is that against the back drop of new york city, and even though you're in the arse, you are everything that's pure in matt's world.

[theycallmecholemiri]

Top 10 things I think will happen in the movie based off the trailer alone

(and if I'm right, can I get some Huntrix merch????)

Rumi has a mental breakdown somewhere in the movie

Do you see these facial expressions??? whatever she's hiding is breaking her down emotionally.

2. The Saja boys end up winning Idol of the year OR They win something that jepardises the girls' fame. I'm just saying these boys aren't going down without stealing some attention from the girls.

3. The main Trio has a really bad argument that may make them go their separate ways for a while. I feel tension and a line that goes like "really? after everything we sacrificed, you do this. " Don't say I told you so.

4. A lot of fans end up switching sides from Huntrix to Saja Boys. Right before this shot, he takes off his Huntrix shirt... Huntrix, it's not looking good for you, babes.

5. During the Saja Boys' performance, the fans will be used to take their souls away as some part of ritual. Do you see their faces??? They are in a trance ready to make a payment that has no take backs.

6. The Grandma'splay a bigger role than expected.I'm just saying that the Grandma's make several appearances throughout the trailer. These are not characters to push to side just yet.

7. Rumi getting injured in the film happens way earlier than we think it does. I was rewatching the trailer and noticed that when she's fighting in the bathhouse, she had already had the wrap around her arm.

8. Mira and Rumi will clash at some point in the film. I think they both have very strong personalities this may cause them to fight over small things at times. Might be over small petty things, then BOOM full-blown argument, and Zoey holding Mira back from Rumi.

9. The public turns on Huntrix after some major incident between Huntrix and The Saja Boys. I think this is what will also make the Idol Awards so interesting. Especially seeing how the two main leads of both groups ignore each other cause their in love with each other . I'm calling some kind of clash between both groups. TENSIONS WERE HIGH, OK?

10. The movie will end with girls choosing each other and being more truthful to their fans. Don't mind me.,I'm just getting my tissues ready cause I'm hearing that based on reviews, people cried during some parts of the film.

Also, all of the reviews I've seen on Twitter have been nothing but positive so far!! I cannot wait for Friday and to see the fandom somehow group even more 🫶🏾🫶🏾.

[81pastrys]

hi, hope you're having a good day! can u write about norris family, piastri family and sainz family are going to a family trip abroad. the children decide to be a little adventurous, and one of them ended up being in a hospital because of a (minor) injury

Outside the Paddock

Summary— The trio take their girls on a beach trip, but the beach isn’t the only trip that happens

Warnings— minor head injury ; screaming toddler ; hospital/er visit

A/N— this is long so enjoy 🙂‍↕️

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Carlos, Lando, and Oscar planned on bringing their girls on a group trip after a very underwhelming grand prix. The girls didn’t seem bothered. They were so excited to go on a trip with their dads, uncles, and basically sisters at this point.

Lando and Lila were first to arrive at the house they had rented out, unpacking in a room with a wall of windows. Lila sat on the floor and admired the beach view.

Oscar and Mila arrived next, unpacking with Mila exploring the room like it was fake. Then jumping on the bed before Oscar warned her to behave.

Carlos and Viviana arrived last, Viviana asking all the questions in the world and Carlos answering every one throughly to where she could understand.

The first day they decided to go to the beach. The girls splashed each other and made sand castles. They were loving the trip. The three men sat back on chairs and talked about racing. They watched their three girls play around.

Lila was the first complainer of the three. Always with the dramatics. “Daddy, sand got in my eye!!” She whined, her left eye closed as she held a hand to it. Lando gently grabbed her hand away and wiped the sand away with a towel.

“There sweetheart, go have fun now.” Lando said smiling at her. Viviana was the next complainer running to Carlos with fully drenched hair and a few tears.

“My hair is wet papi!!” She explicitly told Lila and Mila she didn’t want her face or hair to get wet. She whined and cried in Carlos’s chest. He dried her hair the best he could with her towel and sent her away again.

Mila came over and just crawled on top of Oscar. No explanation. “What’s wrong angel?” He rubbed her back and she just hummed. “Go play Mila.” He encouraged and she did. She just needed a moment with her dad.

All three men snapped their heads when a scream was let out. The girls had wondered off by some rocks. They all make their way over quickly, it seemed urgent. Oscar about freaked out seeing blood on Mila’s face.

“Oh my god, what happened?” Oscar said, you’re supposed to keep calm to not freak your kid out. However his daughter looked like she just got mauled by an animal.

“She slipped on a rock.” Lila said, now in Lando’s arms. Oscar brought his screaming toddler by the water and tried cleaning some of the blood off. What he forgot was that it was salt water and it made her scream even more.

Viviana and Lila covered their ears from the loud screams and they walked back by their things, Oscar grabbing a towel and gently cleaning Mila’s face. “Mila, I need you to stop screaming at me.” He said softly. “Look at me.” She turned her head and sobbed still. “You’re going to be okay.”

He finally noticed the cut that had caused blood to gush over her face and winced. “That looks deep, we should take her to the hospital.” Carlos said. Mila screamed again when Oscar dabbed the wound.

“I’ll start the car, look up the nearest one.” Lando said. Lila and Viviana were absolutely clueless as to why their trip got cut short. Oscar was holding Mila and still examining the wound on her forehead.

“Hey, angel, look at me okay?” He said. She looked up at him and he weakly smiled. “We’re going to bring you to a big doctor okay? And they’re going to help you feel better.” She nodded.

They rushed to get everything in the car and headed to the nearest ER. Only 5 minutes thank god, Oscar didn’t think he could handle Mila in pain much longer. They got out and checked in.

“What brings you in today little girl?” A nurse asked. “Oh no! How did you get that?” She examined the wound on Mila’s forehead and Mila shied away from the cold touch. “Dad can you sit on the bed with her and hold her so she isn’t scared?” The nurse asked.

Oscar obliged and sat Mila in his lap while the nurse looked at her forehead. “We were at the beach and she slipped on rocks.” Oscar explained. “She bled quite a lot.” Concern lacing his voice.

The nurse explained that she’ll need a few minor stitches but nothing too major. Mila whined, she didn’t understand anything that was being said. She leaned into Oscar’s chest and he let her.

“She’s going to give you medicine so you don’t feel the pain okay?” Oscar said when the nurse came back. “Do me a favor angel, hold my hands.” He held his hands on her knees and she listened. He held her hands with a tight grip when the nurse had a shot in hand.

“It’ll be a tiny pinch, and then no more pain, okay?” Mila nodded and let the nurse do what she needed to. Oscar ended up with her tiny hands in one of his and then held her head with the other so she didn’t move. She let out another scream and Oscar rubbed her belly after. “All done! See just a little pinch.”

Oscar got her to calm down once again. The nurse returned with stitching supplies and Mila didn’t want to move her head from Oscar’s shoulder. Luckily enough, her head was tilted the right way for the nurse to stitch her up on his shoulder. She didn’t feel a thing.

“I’m going to put some butterfly bandages, but she should see her pediatrician when you get back home.” The nurse explained. Oscar got paperwork done and then went back to the car. Carlos and Lando decided to opt out of the hospital visit with their daughters, thinking of how hard it was going to be keeping them in one spot for hours.

They actually made a trip home to change, allowing the girls to nap along the way. Oscar put Mila in her car seat and explained everything to the other two. Mila was out by the time they got back to the house.

I figured since Lila broke her ankle, Mila should be the culprit

@il0vereadingstuff @kallanfiona

[scorpioriesling]

hello, can i request a brennan x reader, where he can’t mend her because her injury is really deep? maybe an happy ending somehow?

A Different Kind of Beautiful

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Pairing(s): Brennan x reader

Warning(s): angst

Summary: When you're deeply injured during a battle, your boyfriend exhausts every measure to restore you to your original state.

SR’s Note: This one is shorter, but it's sappy nonetheless. (':

Tags: @mellowmusings @rcarbo1 @lilah-asteria @kitsunetori @velarisdusk @nctsawrus @lreadsstuff @freakishfandomfiend @littleemissperfecttt @loveofmychips @bodhidurrans

(inbox me or comment if you'd like to be added!)

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Brennan's breaths graced your nose as he worked above you. his fingers trailing lightly across the skin of your cheek.

"Please, Gods this has to work."

Your internal panic heightened by the minute, especially as you took in his expression that only got more and more frantic. His fingers moved quicker, trying even harder to mend you.

"Brennan..."

Your voice came out in a breathless whisper, and his eyes met yours in an apologetic stare. His lips were pressed tightly together, and his thumb caressed your unwounded cheek.

"Baby, I'm so sorry," he said, his eyes beginning to water. You made to sit up, but he lightly pressed you against the back of the mattress.

"No, no -- you should rest my love, please," he begged, his hands reaching for the edge of the blanket and bringing it to your chin. You laid silently, finally giving into the sleep that had been threatening to take over. Your eyes fell shut, and Brennan stroked your hair before placing a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

"Sleep well, my love."

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When you awoke, the afternoon sun had begun peaking through the curtains of the mending room. It was a welcome opposition to the early morning weather, all dark and gloomy and sad.

You stretched your back, moving to sit up straight in bed when you heard voices coming from just outside the mending room door. Straining to hear, you worked to decipher what was being discussed.

It really can't be fixed? A woman's voice.

No, there's nothing more I can do, Vi. I've tried everything. A man's.

So, she'll always have it?

I told you, the venin are using a different type of poison now, they've discovered what we can and cannot get rid of. This time, it happened to be that type.

Silence.

I'm so sorry, Brennan.

Sorry? I'm the one who should be sorry -- I can't fix your best friend, I've failed my own girlfriend.

You cleared your throat loudly, hoping to alert the siblings just in the hallway that you were indeed awake. Their conversation halted, and soon the doorknob turned.

Violet entered first, quickly flanking your bedside as her gaze drifted to your cheek. Her eyes watered, and she immediately took your hand in hers.

"Oh Y/N," she said tearfully. "I'm so sorry this happened to you, I should have-"

"I was happy to do it," you cut in, swallowing hard. "Had I not taken the hit, that venin would've taken both you and Xaden out."

She sniffled, shaking her head slowly.

"You're my best friend, Y/N -- I can't have you taking hits for me, either."

You smiled, pins pricking the back of your eyes.

"I'd take a million if it meant you'd be safe."

She let out a soft sob, leaning in to wrap her arms around you. You allowed a tear to fall, dripping right onto her hair as she cried into your shoulder. You looked up, your eyes meeting Brennan's -- only to find him fighting tears, too.

When Violet regained control of herself, she pulled back, looking right at you through her watery gaze.

"I'd die if it meant nothing would happen to you, either."

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The pair stayed with your for another hour or so before Violet departed, announcing that she'd go retrieve dinner for the trio. You were happy to let her do it; you were starving, after all.

And, it meant you had a moment alone with your boyfriend.

"What you did today was very brave," he praised, sitting on the edge of your mattress. "You took a huge hit for it, though."

You nodded quietly, looking down at the bedsheets.

"I know."

"I'm... I'm so sorry, I can't do anything more to try and help you," he said, the words getting caught in his throat. You moved your hand atop his, and squeezed.

"I'm grateful for everything you've already done."

Brennan sighs, his gaze sweeping over you.

"The scarring -- it's this new poison they're using, one they know I can't undo. It's... it's too deep, I-"

"Let me see it."

Brennan's eyes widen.

"You're sure?"

"Please."

He lifts off the edge of the mattress, extending a hand to you to help you stand. You're wobbly at first, but by the time he's led you to the full-length mirror across the room, your spine goes ramrod straight.

Across your right cheek, an ugly, jagged scar runs from the bridge of your nose all the way to your jaw. Another peeks out from the bottom of the mending gown, stretching from your ankle up to Gods know how far. Tears sting your eyes at the sight; you weren't expecting it to be this bad.

"I... I'm-"

You can't get the words out. Ugly. DIsgusting. Broken. Unfixable. Every insult comes to mind, hitting you with the force of a freight train as you stare and stare at yourself, nearly unrecognizable at this point.

Brennan, however, reaches around from behind you to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. His words are soft when he says them, and the kiss he places to your cheek is even softer.

"You're even more beautiful than the day I first saw you, Y/N."

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[loviingpedri]

tripling the fun -jude and jobe bellingham

prompt: three best friends take over the house by babysitting the bellingham boys’ two nephews and niece.

pt.2 here

bellinghams & fem!reader platonic friendship

warnings: grammar issues, all characters are fictional (except jude and jobe ofc)

click to help palestine

credits to owners for all images

knocking on the door, anticipation grew.

you have grown up with jude and jobe, considering your parents and their parents were very close friends.

you practically were like their sister. you did everything with them. you were there at their biggest accomplishments or lowest levels.

the door opened to jude and jobe’s aunt, ready for dinner. recently, the bellingham boys recently had a new addition to their family, a little baby nephew. the parents had 3 kids, and one still being about 6 months old, it was a major hassle. they needed a little break, some time for themselves.

who else better to call? the famous trio!

the parents trusted you and the brothers very much. trust me, the babies were in good hands. (might be delusional, but we’ll see!)

“oh my goodness, thank you guys for coming.” the mom hugged all of you. giving you a little peek on the cheek.

suddenly, jude and jobe’s uncle appeared behind her. “you’re here! thank you guys. come in.” stepping into the house, you were met with cold air.

“i see the kids really love this house.” you spoke with a smile as you noticed toys were scattered around the floor. ending your sentence, jobe nearly tripped over a toy truck.

catching himself as you were frightened for him, the three of you burst into a laughter.

“okay mate, it’s not that funny.” jobe said while pushing the truck away from his path.

“jobe, how do you not see a bright yellow and green truck?” jude was dying from laughter.

“i’m really grateful that you took this opportunity. it has been quite awhile since my husband and i have gone out.”

suddenly, a huge commotion was made. all eyes going to the stairway, you could see a little boy about the age of 6 running down the stairs in a little dinosaur onesie.

“there’s my little guy!” the boy ran into jude’s arms into a tight hug.

“i knew it! i knew you were coming! i heard your voice.”

“did you really?” jude fixed his onesie and gave him a little pat on the back.

then, you heard a door slam. staring at the stairs once again, you could see a 4 year old girl in a pink princess dress with a tiara and wand, strutting down with a bright smile (and one missing tooth).

“all hail the princess.” jobe spoke as she slowly walked down with her head held up high. smiles appeared on everyone’s faces, except her brother’s. she only earned an eye roll from him.

finally reaching downstairs, you curtsied to her as jude and jobe did a little bow.

breaking character, she did not hesitate to run to jobe. giving him the biggest hug he has probably ever been given.

“i think the baby is still asleep. the formula is already prepped since he should be waking up soon. we have to get going, good luck guys!” quickly grabbing her purse and getting the hell out of there with her husband, it was time to finally have some fun and bonding times.

“alright kiddos, what should we do today?” jude put down his nephew and immediately patting his head for reassurance.

“we should build a castle!” jobe, also putting down the niece, agreed.

“what kind of castle?”

“castles are for losers!” her big brother snarled at her.

“now, dinosaurs may be big and strong, but they are certainly not rude.” you bent down to his level. he crossed his arms, but unexpectedly, you started tickling him.

“tickle attack!” jude yelled as everyone was tickling the dinosaur and princess.

all laughter came to a quick stop. cries of a baby were echoing throughout the house. jude and jobe were no professionals for caring for a child under 1, therefore both synchronized to look at you for help.

and to be honest, you wanted to hold that baby forever. your motherly instincts kicked in. running up the stairs, you could not wait. meeting the little guy at just 6 months old, he was probably the most adorable baby you’ve ever seen (maybe because he looks a little like baby jude, but we’re gonna ignore that fact).

slowly and gently opening the door, you were met with a baby with a small tear falling down his cheek, but having the brightest smile as soon as he saw you. your heart melted.

“aren’t you the cutest,” you picked him up and could see his chubby face and rolls on his arms. “the baby fever is really kicking in.”

wiping the little tear, you placed his head on your shoulder as you walked down the stairs. putting your hand on his semi-bald head to create a shield just in case, jude and jobe lit up to seeing him.

crowding the little one, jude took him into his arms as you prepared the milk. in the kitchen, you were met with a little princess eating a sugar cookie (jobe couldn’t say no to her).

“hello your royal highness.” you gave a smile to her as you grabbed a little bottle.

“hi y/n. how’s it going?”

“it’s going great! how’s your cookie?”

“it’s good. you should be a mom.”

the statement created a pause for you. the measuring cup filled with formula almost fell on the counter.

“sorry ma’am, but what?”

“you should be a mom.”

“oh no thank you, it is definitely not for me.”

“well you definitely need a boyfriend. i have one! his name is james, he’s 6. i like them older.”

“hold on, you’re talking about your brother’s friend?”

“yep! that james. he’s so dashing. you know you should get with jude.” a frown appeared on your face. kids are full of creative ideas, but this was not on your bingo card.

“i really appreciate your feedback, but i need time to review this information.” jude suddenly appeared in the kitchen, giving you a scare.

“what are y’all talking about?”

in panic, you shouted “nothing!” which created high suspicion. the princess got off the chair after finishing the cookie, and walking off with jude.

finishing on making the bottle, you weren’t sure on what you were about to see, but it was definitely a sight.

jude and jobe bellingham were in pink and purple tutu’s and tiaras. you gasped at the sight.

“y/n, please don’t laugh.” jobe pleaded, sensing his embarrassment already.

“who said i was gonna laugh?” you picked up the baby trying to hide the fact, you were gonna laugh. sitting on the couch to feed him, the boys were being ordered around.

“alright, what’s next to protect the precious princess?”

“it is i! the knight! and i have come to destroy this kingdom!” the once dinosaur jumped out from the hallway holding a fake sword and shield.

the princess let out a tiny scream.

“uncle jude! protect the castle now!” jude nodded in agreement as he picked up a fake sword and play fighting with the knight. tutu’s were dropping and tiaras were falling.

“meanwhile you, uncle jobe, you should totally dance with me.” hiding your smile with the bottle, jobe didn’t really have a choice.

the house was chaotic. a ballerina and knight were battling it out, jobe and the princess were turning and spinning. jobe even had a little purple magic wand as his prop for his dance recital. you were glad you could lay back with a baby who did not give any trouble.

the fun continued to grow as the night went.

[gilbertscurls]

enough — matt sturniolo

Matt never really believed in the idea that words could physically affect a person. Sure, he understood the concept—words could hurt, could linger in the back of your mind, could shape the way you saw yourself. But he never thought they could make him feel something.

At least, not like this.

The way you said those words—so sincerely, so honestly—sent an electric shiver through his entire body.

“You’re wonderful, Matt.”

And the worst part? You meant it.

You actually, truly meant it.

Matt swallowed hard, his hands gripping the fabric of his hoodie so tightly his knuckles turned white. His heart was hammering in his chest, loud and frantic, like it was trying to escape.

He didn’t know what to say.

Because wonderful? Him?

No one had ever called him that before.

People called him funny, sure. Nice. Even smart when they needed help with something. But wonderful?

That was the kind of word you used for someone who deserved it.

Not for him.

Not for the guy who spent most of his life feeling like a background character in his own story.

Not for the awkward, anxious, introverted one.

Not for the invisible Sturniolo, the one people never thought twice about.

And he sure as hell wasn’t the guy anyone ever considered attractive.

But you did.

You looked at him like he was something worth seeing.

Like he wasn’t just Nick and Chris’s brother, wasn’t just part of a trio. Like he was Matt.

Just Matt.

And that terrified him.

He felt his throat tighten, that familiar weight pressing against his chest. He’d spent years trying to convince himself he was okay, that his anxiety and self-doubt didn’t actually control him. But the truth was, it did. It always had.

And it was exhausting.

He exhaled sharply, rubbing his hands over his face. “You don’t have to say that.” His voice was quiet, barely audible. “I know—I know you’re just trying to make me feel better, but you don’t have to.”

Your brows furrowed, your expression softening. “I’m not saying it to make you feel better. I’m saying it because it’s true.”

His stomach twisted.

He wanted to believe you.

God, he wanted to.

But how could he, when he spent every single day battling the thoughts in his head that told him otherwise?

When every mirror, every comment, every little voice in his mind whispered that he wasn’t enough?

You sighed, moving closer, your hand reaching out hesitantly before resting on his. Your fingers were warm, steady, grounding him in a way he didn’t even realize he needed.

“Matt,” you murmured, your voice softer this time. “I know you don’t believe me. But I wish you did.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head. “I just—I don’t get it,” he admitted. “Why me? Out of everyone, why would you—” His voice broke, and he let out a shaky breath, forcing himself to look at you. “Why would you pick me?”

You frowned, like you genuinely couldn’t understand why he’d even ask that.

“Because you’re you,” you said simply. “And that’s enough.”

His breath caught in his throat.

Enough.

That word felt foreign to him.

He wasn’t enough. He’d never been enough.

Not for his parents, who always seemed to worry about him more than his brothers. Not for strangers, who only ever recognized him as part of a set instead of an individual.

Not for himself.

But for you?

You thought he was.

Matt let out a shaky laugh, but it wasn’t happy. It was bitter, disbelieving. “I don’t know how to be enough,” he admitted. “I don’t know how to—” He gestured vaguely, his hands trembling. “To be what you see in me.”

Your grip on his hand tightened.

“You don’t have to be anything, Matt,” you said firmly. “You already are.”

Tears burned the back of his eyes, but he refused to let them fall.

Because if he cried, it meant this was real.

That you actually believed everything you were saying.

And he didn’t know what to do with that.

For so long, he’d lived inside his own head, drowning in his own self-doubt. He’d learned to exist in the shadows, to be the quiet, anxious, “just Matt” that no one paid much attention to.

But you saw him.

And that scared him more than anything.

Because if you saw him, it meant you could also see the parts of him he hated.

The parts that kept him up at night.

The parts that made him feel like he was always two steps away from falling apart.

But when he finally met your gaze, he didn’t see pity.

He didn’t see disappointment.

He saw love.

Raw, unwavering, real love.

And maybe, just maybe—

That was enough.

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pistanthrophobia : the fear of trusting people, forming close romantic relationships, and being vulnerable in interpersonal connections

' in which she can't escape her first love

•seong-je x reader

•part 11.(other parts are out on my profile!!)

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Serim stood frozen in place, taking a deep breath before gently brushing aside the strands of hair that had fallen into her face. The boys watched her carefully, saying nothing. The girl took a few steps forward and stopped in front of her friends. Her heart was pounding loudly, and she had no idea how to even begin. How could she possibly justify what she had done? In the end, she had only done it to protect her friends—but how believable would that be to them? She couldn't just say she had grabbed Seong-je by the hand, dragged him into his apartment just to clean him up and almost kiss him... Serim felt completely insane and looked down at the ground in shame. Her backpack still lay there, and she suddenly remembered she was still wearing his clothes, which made her angry again. It was such an easy situation to misunderstand. Only God knew what her friends were thinking in that moment.

„Yah, Serimi..." Baku said softly, breaking the silence, taking a few steps toward her. The others stayed back, until Gotak cautiously moved closer and came to stand beside Baku in front of the girl. At the sound of Baku's voice, the girl looked up and had to muster all her strength to meet his gaze. The situation was unbearably uncomfortable for her—she wished the ground would swallow her whole—but her friends had other plans.

Baku gently placed his hands on her shoulders and pulled her silently into a hug. Shocked, the girl stood frozen while Baku embraced her protectively. Serim wanted to return the hug, but she couldn't. Her arms refused to move, so she remained stiff, unmoving.

„I'm so glad you're okay. I was so worried about you, you fucking idiot," he scolded her softly while still holding her. When Serim heard those words, her heart sank and she felt the tears rising again. With a quiet sob, the girl found her strength and silently—but firmly—returned the hug of her best friend. She let herself fall into his arms and cried against his chest. Baku didn't let go, resting his chin on her head while gently stroking her hair in comfort. Gotak, who had been standing silently until then, muttered a curse under his breath before stepping forward and softly running a hand over the girl's back.

„We're just happy that you're okay. Everything else doesn't matter right now," Gotak tried to comfort the girl as he continued gently stroking her back. Seeing his best friend so broken and defeated was a hard sight for him, and the only thing he wanted in that moment was for everything to be okay again. He just wanted some peace in his damn life—wanted to laugh about silly things with his friends again without one problem after another waiting around the corner.

The three friends stood there like that, unmoving, for what felt like hours—but was really only a few minutes. Sieun and Jun-tae watched the trio in silence, letting them have their moment.

Baku was the first to pull back slightly from the embrace and look at the now-crying girl. Nothing made sense in Serim's head; all she could do was cry. She couldn't understand how her friends were still able to comfort her, still so understanding despite everything. She didn't feel worthy of them, and the realization was impossible to ignore as she looked at them.

„Don't ever do something that stupid again, or we really won't let you out of our sight. Got it?" Baku said now, looking at her seriously. He knew she had done it all to protect him and the others, but he was still angry with her. In his mind, there had been dozens of other ways the problem could've been solved, and the fact that she had essentially sacrificed herself made him feel uneasy. He didn't trust Seong-je at all and had already imagined the worst. If she had stayed upstairs any longer, they probably would've stormed the apartment to get her out. Thankfully, they had used the app on the phone to track her location and had rushed over together right after he had arrived. The injuries were secondary; the most important thing for him had been to get his best friend out of the situation she had put herself in because of him. He, too, was tormented by guilt.

Serim quickly wiped away her tears—she'd cried enough for one day—and forced a relieved smile onto her face.

„I really didn't want to leave you alone, but I was scared that if I—" she began to explain, but Gotak interrupted her.

„You don't need to justify yourself. We know exactly what was going on in that dumb head of yours," he said and flicked her forehead, making the girl rub it with a pained expression. She groaned in annoyance before punching him lightly in the chest, which only made Gotak laugh. Baku slung an arm around her shoulders and pulled her away toward the others before she could hit Gotak again.

„But you guys have to listen, I—" she tried again. Her friends probably didn't understand her, and she had an overwhelming need to explain herself. She didn't want any of them to get the wrong impression of her. She just wanted them to understand her perspective.

This time, it was Hu-min who interrupted her and stopped her from finishing her sentence.

„Ah, all that fighting made me hungry. We should finally go get something to eat." The girl looked at his face and felt grateful for the amazing friends she had in her life. She nodded and followed him. She took a few steps forward and saw Sieun and Jun-tae for the first time since the fight. Both of them looked just as affected, and she felt guilty again. None of them had deserved to be dragged into all this and get hurt. But it was already too late—the damage had been done, and she couldn't change it.

„Hi, Serim! I hope you're okay and not hurt..." Jun-tae said shyly, and even Sieun gave her a cautious look, though he remained silent. Serim's heart swelled at the bespectacled boy's words, and she had to hold herself back from jumping on him. His sweet and innocent nature always melted her heart whenever he opened his mouth. In a slightly better mood, she walked over to him and hooked her arm through his.

„I'm doing great. But enough about me—let's finally go eat. Dinner's on me!" she exclaimed excitedly and pulled the shy boy, still linked to her, along with her. At first, he was surprised, but then he let out a small giggle as she dragged him along, also looking forward to the meal. Baku and Gotak brightened up at the mention of free food and dragged a reluctant Sieun along with them.

The five friends chatted about all sorts of things as Serim walked in the middle of them. To her right was Jun-tae, whose arm she was still holding, and to her left was a quiet Sieun, who couldn't suppress a small smile. Gotak and Baku walked on the outer sides, and the girl suddenly had a good feeling. Maybe everything would turn out okay, as long as she had her old and new friends by her side. She felt safer than ever, and the memories of the afternoon faded as the group walked through the dark streets, louder than any one person, laughing into the fresh night air.

Sometimes, life could be beautiful.

—

The five friends were sitting in the restaurant, eating happily and chatting loudly. It had gotten late, and by now, the place was empty—but that didn't bother the teenagers, who could now talk as freely and loudly as they liked. Baku was feeding the girl, and Jun-Tae kept choking on his drink because Gotak would hit him every time he laughed—which, coincidentally, happened only when Jun-Tae was drinking. Serim savored the time with her friends and laughed along joyfully. Even Sieun, who was usually quiet and emotionless, had opened up a bit and cracked a few smiles.

Each of them had needed this moment more than they realized, though none of them said it aloud. Serim's friends were healing wounds they hadn't caused, and for a brief moment, everything felt okay. In the small, now-empty restaurant, there was nothing but the group of friends and their loud laughter breaking the silence.

But like all things in life, these moments were temporary. The girl was suddenly yanked back to reality when her phone rang loudly—just as Baku was about to tell his fifth exaggerated story that definitely hadn't happened that way. Her heart skipped a beat, and everyone froze in place.

„Who's calling you this late?" Jun-Tae asked cautiously, looking at her with wide, concerned eyes.

Serim said nothing, trying to distract her friends as best as she could. She had a strong suspicion about who it might be, but she didn't want to face it—and ruin the moment—so she just waved it off.

„Ah, it's probably just a friend who wants to ask me something. But this is way more important!" she said quickly, trying to dismiss it, and shoved a filled roll into Jun-Tae's mouth with her chopsticks.

The boy's eyes widened as he suddenly coughed in surprise at the gesture. Hyun-Tak clapped him hard on the back to help him.

„Yah, Serim! You almost fucking killed him! You know he has a small mouth!" he scolded her and handed the helpless boy a glass of water, which he gratefully took and drank in a few big gulps. Tears welled in his eyes, and he looked absolutely wrecked. Serim felt awful.

She apologized a thousand times, but he smiled at her and reassured her it was okay—though she didn't take it lightly. Her phone had gone silent again, and she let out a breath of relief before apologizing once more.

„Lee Serim, who was that?"

Baku's voice was serious, and the girl froze. She had just been wiping Jun-Tae's mouth when she stopped mid-motion. Baku's tone was no longer amused like it had been a few minutes ago—it was cold and stern, and it scared her. Baku was never this serious.

She turned to him slowly and met his gaze. His expression was serious, and a chill ran down her spine. By now, the others had fallen silent too, watching the standoff between the two friends without saying a word. Serim's heart stopped.

„I told you... probably just a friend of mine," she said quietly and calmly. Even though her heart had just dropped into her stomach, she didn't let it show. She forced herself to appear as relaxed as possible.

„You're lying. Your cheeks are turning red."

Fuck! She hadn't thought about that. Serim had the unfortunate habit of turning red and hoarse whenever she got caught in a lie. Her friends knew this all too well, which is why she almost never got away with lying. The few times she had succeeded were only because it was too dark to see her face—or the boys simply weren't paying attention. But if you really looked, it was obvious.

Instinctively, she reached for her cheek and felt how warm it was. She was trapped, and there was nothing she could do.

„And let's be honest—you don't have any other friends besides us," Gotak chimed in, earning a smack on the back of the head from Sieun. The boy cursed under his breath and rubbed the sore spot as he slumped back in his seat.

„Fucking asshole," he muttered, though Sieun heard it and shot him a stern look, making him apologize right away.

„Baku, I swear, I don't know. I didn't even look at my phone," the girl admitted, ashamed, as she looked back at him.

Just like a scene out of a bad movie, her phone started ringing again at that exact moment, and she was on the verge of throwing it against the wall.

Before she could react, Baku, now visibly annoyed, snatched the phone from her and answered the call. Serim's heart froze as she instinctively lunged for the phone—but Baku was faster. She had no choice but to stare at him in disbelief.

Everyone else at the table held their breath as Baku spoke into the phone.

„Who are you, and what the fuck do you want from her?" His voice was full of anger, and his gaze stayed locked on the girl, who was now holding her breath too.

The voice on the other end wasn't clear—the phone volume was too low—and a few agonizing seconds passed in total silence. Serim took deep breaths to try and calm herself, but it didn't help.

Thousands of scenarios raced through her head, and she suddenly felt sick. She prayed it wasn't Seong-Je—if it was, this could really end in a bloodbath this time.

„I'm coming. And if you're not there... I'll fucking kill you with my own hands," Baku said at last, breaking the painful silence.

Everyone stared at him. Gotak looked at the girl in confusion, but she knew exactly who was on the other end of that line. Her prayers hadn't been answered. She and her friends were in serious trouble.

Baku hung up and threw the phone onto the table before suddenly standing up and running out the door.

„Yah, Baku! Come back here right now!" the girl shouted after him, trying to grab his arm—but she was too slow. He had already disappeared through the door.

„Fucking hell," Gotak swore in frustration, then ran after him. The girl stared after him, completely stunned. Seriously, what had she gotten herself into? What was Baku planning?

Whatever it was, it didn't sound good. She was terrified her worst fears might come true tonight. Sieun gave the girl one last, silent look before he, too, ran outside—leaving behind a quiet Jun-Tae and a panicked Serim in the empty restaurant.

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OPERATION: Oblivious Idiots

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Part 6 Part 7

⚠️ Content Warning : This chapter contains themes of kidnapping, physical violence, blood/injury, psychological distress, bomb threats, panic attacks, and life-threatening situations. Reader discretion is advised.

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Part 8 : Confessions at the Edge

Fifteen minutes. That’s all you had.

You and Chan stood in the storage room, his body still slightly trembling from the adrenaline, yours pressed to his side as you both stared at the small blinking light on the bomb—red, constant, unforgiving.

Another message buzzed on Chan’s phone:

“You only have one try.”

Your heart dropped. One try? One single mistake and it was over. You, him, and maybe even the others.

———

Meanwhile…

Hyunjin, Lee Know, and Seungmin were rushing down the hall toward the staff’s office, but just as they were about to turn the corner—

The power cut again.

And everything else got dark, thick like a nightmare. It was the same blackout as the one at the storage room and room B27.

Hyunjin immediately grabbed his phone and switched on the flashlight, scanning his surroundings—but before he could react, a hand gripped his arm tight.

Another hand yanked him back, a black cloth bag yanked over his head. It was thick, rough—blinding.

Panic kicked in as Hyunjin screamed and thrashed in their grip, voice echoing into the dark hallway.

“LEE KNOW HYUNG! SEUNGMIN!!”

No response. No sound.

Where were they? Why were the kidnappers out here, instead of dealing with the bomb inside?

Did they know the trio was going for help? Were they trying to silence them before they could bring reinforcements?

Hyunjin was dragged, shoved into another room, and the door slammed behind him.

Locked. Alone. Isolated.

Their second victim.

———

Back in the storage room.

You and Chan stared at the bomb.

One try.

Two conversations.

Clue: feelings.

Outside the room, Felix, Jisung, Changbin and Jeongin were panicking.

“You don’t have to do this, hyung!” Changbin shouted through the door. “There has to be another way!”

“We can’t risk both of your lives over a damn guess,” Han cried. “Lee Know hyung, Seungmin, and Hyunjin will come back with help. They have to.”

Jeongin, desperate, “Just hold on! Please, don’t do anything reckless—”

Chan turned to the door, voice loud and firm.

“Get away from the door! I said go! If this goes wrong, I’m not risking your lives too. Just—go!”

But of course, they didn’t move.

Stubborn. Loyal. Stray Kids.

Just then, the lights flickered.

The blackout ended.

And then—

Minho came running back.

His head was bleeding, shirt torn, breath ragged. He stumbled toward them, nearly collapsing.

“Hyung?! What happened?!” Felix rushed to catch him.

“We—got ambushed,” Minho gasped, pressing his hand against the side of his head, blood staining his palm. “They were waiting for us.”

“Where are Hyunjin and Seungmin?!” Jisung asked, frantic.

“I— I don’t know,” Minho choked out. “I woke up alone.”

Inside the room, Chan heard everything. You saw the storm in his eyes—rage, panic, heartbreak.

“For fuck’s sake!” he yelled, slamming a fist against the wall. “Why does this shit keep happening?!”

“We’ll figure this out,” you whispered, trembling. “We have to.”

Chan clenched his jaw, and shouted at the door :

“Take Lee Know and go. Now. Find the others. I’ll handle this.”

The members outside finally listened. They knew they had no choice.

So they left, as much as it hurt. Minho limped alongside them, still reeling.

Eight minutes had passed.

It was do or die now. Help wasn’t coming.

You turned to Chan, heart hammering.

He looked at you—sweaty, dusty, broken and brave—and held your face in his hands.

“Alright,” he said, voice low and steady. “Here goes nothing. We might actually die in here, so I’m not walking out of this without telling you what I’ve kept locked inside.”

He pulled you in closer, both arms around your waist now, his forehead resting against yours.

“I love you, Y/N.”

And your entire world… stopped.

Your mind short-circuited. Did he just—?

Then—beep-beep. The bomb light flickered.

It registered his voice.

That was it. One of the conversations. That was the correct phrase. You gasped, heart skipping.

Chan looked just as stunned.

He hadn’t meant it as a password. He said it because… it was real.

“I love you too, Chan,” you whispered, tears filling your eyes.

Another flicker. The second light lit up.

And then—

the bomb roared to life.

A vibrating growl buzzed from the device, red light flashing violently.

“NO!” Chan turned, immediately wrapping himself around you, his back shielding you from the blast he thought was coming.

His arms were tight, trembling. You could hear his heartbeat pounding through his chest.

You clutched his shirt, your own tears falling now.

So, this was it? The bomb was about to go off and you both clinched into each other, accepted your fate.

And then… the light went green.

Silence.

Defused.

The bomb powered down, lights dying out. The tension shattered like glass.

You collapsed against him, whole body shaking. Tears streamed freely as the wave of shock and relief crashed down on both of you.

And yet, through all of it—you felt safe. Loved. Wanted.

The door behind you clicked open.

Chan’s phone buzzed.

“Congratulations. You have answered the correct answers. You are free to go now.”

But neither of you moved.

You clung to each other like you were still in danger. Like letting go meant losing something sacred.

And then—suddenly—

Seungmin burst into the room, hair wild, clothes caked in mud, his eyes wide with panic.

He looked like he had crawled out of the ground itself.

What the hell just happened to him?

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Part 9

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hey. so. remember what I said earlier about Separated AU Rumi being a fighting dog.

But that’s the thing about puppies — they’re too soft. All chubby cheeks and wagging tails and wide-eyed innocence. They smile and bark and look at you like a friend, roll around in the grass of your hunting ground and play with the rabbits instead of going for their throats.

It’s sweet. Human.

And it needs to be fixed, so that’s what you must do.

So you crop its ears and dock its tail and collar it tight enough to chafe. Keep it on a chain and pull whenever it tries to run until it forgets what running feels like. Until it learns that whimpering will get it nowhere, but biting and snarling and growling on command will get it fed, watered, praised, from time to time, and isn’t that just everything a good dog could ever want?

And then, when it’s old enough, strong enough, less softness and joy and humanity, when it learns to bark when you tell it to and stay silent when you don’t, you start making it hunt.

Gwi-ma has seen many failures throughout his aeons of existence. Some, like Jinu, are useful. Some, he bothers to remember.

Others — well.

One of the demons comes back with news of failure. Trembling, tail between its legs, tusks chattering against its upper lip as it stares at him with its singular slitted eye. Too strong, it tells him. She was too strong. They never stood a chance, not even with the honmoon weakened beyond repair and the trio of hunters reduced to a lone soldier fighting for her own survival as much as anyone else’s. Too strong.

For a moment — for a brief, fleeting moment, he nearly opts to destroy it himself. Reduce it to dust and ash with a tower of purple flame and let what little power he lends his subjects return to him, that it’s no longer being wasted on something so useless. It would be so simple. Simple enough that it’d be almost be boring.

(And he is so, so bored.)

But then he remembers. Remembers, and reaches. Reaches until his fire licks at the back of a certain half-breed’s mind and has it stiffen in its guardian’s grasp, fingers curling, spine going straight.

One command. One command, and a moment of hesitation.

And then a shape lunges out of the crowd of demons and lodges its metal claws into the dokkaebi’s back.

The fight takes longer than it should, that first time. Of course it does. All match-dogs that have never been in the pit cower, at first. They’re clumsy. They don’t know where to bite or where to scratch, don’t know whether to maim or kill or dismember.

But if there’s one thing Gwi-ma has taught all his demons to be, it’s desperate. And so the dog learns fast.

They tussle, like all match-dogs do. A snarling half-starved Pitbull snapping at a cornered sighthound. Rolling over each other in the dirt to the cheers and laughter of every demon close enough to watch. By the time it is over, nothing remains but the faint shimmer of purple dust covering the ground, the fading cries of another soulless husk torn apart echoing through the soil. Demon-blood drips from a pair of metal claws, black and tar-like, clinging to the joints and staining the bladed edges. The half-breed is trembling, bloodied and panting, still clutching its side from where a well placed bite had caught it and sent crimson blood splattering across the dirt.

But it is standing.

And Gwi-ma is, for the first time in a long time, entertained.

Good girl.

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 207 (Sulani Baby)

After a long day of travel and months of planning, the Gordons finally arrived in Sulani - with both adventurous dogs in tow! Night would soon fall over the lush islands, but travel fatigue couldn't stop them from checking in with Rafa, Melissa, and the new baby.

They were also ready to unload the baby gear they'd collected through Heather's registry, with much of it coming from her trusted friend, the mermaid Elucea Glynnan (and her Watcher @hashimasims!)

But Heather and Conrad were dismayed to find the forced trio struggling, and promised to help them set everything up once they'd settled into the rental. Happy to catch up, the kids hadn't seen Rafa and Melissa since Lilix's wedding, but everyone was surprised to learn the baby still had no name.

"We don't know what to call her," said Melissa with a frown. "Naming her ourselves doesn't feel like...We can't think of anything we like enough."

Heather frowned. This was a clear sign she wasn't bonding with the newborn they called 'the baby,' and her heart felt heavy for all three of them.

"What about Iris?" suggested Lavender with an innocent smile. "Mommy, you said you liked that name if Roan had been a baby sister but then you said you weren't having any more babies. Maybe this baby can have it!"

Rafa and Melissa nodded and shrugged. "Iris is nice," said Rafa, before Melissa excused herself to the bathroom. She maneuvered around gifted baby gear that filled their tiny beachfront shack, clearly worried about something and Heather noticed - but at least they were out of the shipwreck.

When Melissa emerged again, she looked at Rafa with a nauseated stare. "What is it?" he wondered. "Mel, what's wrong?"

She took a deep breath, showing him the positive pregnancy test through a fog of tears. "Rafa, I'm late. I'm pregnant."

The young officer's smile crumbled at the news. Raising his infant niece was hard enough. Even though they'd finally moved into a real home, they were barely coping with Ximena's daughter, and the thought of stuffing another helpless infant inside their clapboard walls made him feel sick to his stomach. "We were careful."

"We tried to be, but it's been so busy! I didn't mean for-."

"It's okay," said Rafa, but even he didn't seem to believe it. "We'll figure it out and make it work."

"Rafa, we shouldn't have to!" Melissa cried. "She - Iris? - she's not our baby."

"She's family."

Melissa sighed heavily, and Conrad looked between them with sympathy. "Kids are resilient, you guys. You can handle anything, and Heather and I will always be a phone call away."

They spent the evening with Rafa, Melissa, and the baby, enjoying the warm summer night and the sound of crickets through the open windows of their small four-room shack. But Melissa went to bed early in the spare room, and Rafa's head was clearly spinning.

Heather, on the other hand, had no trouble bonding with Iris, cuddling her and falling for her adorable coos until she fell asleep. Before heading back to the rental for the night, she and Conrad took a minute together in the bedroom.

"I really hoped they'd be doing better than they are," Heather said heavily. "And now they're having their own baby while barely coping..."

"You know I've always had faith in Rafa," Conrad said carefully. "But it's too much to ask him to raise Ximena's baby, too. They're too young."

Heather nodded slowly, with a glance to baby Iris sleeping peacefully in her bassinet. "Conrad, I think you might've been right when you said we should raise this baby. Now she's even got the girl's name I wanted thanks to Lavender...But could we really raise her and Ash in the same home? What if Ximena's ghost...?"

"We'd just need to take it one day at a time, but we're better equipped than Rafa and Melissa. We don't have to decide anything tonight, and we'll talk to Ash before anything's final."

They'd come to Sulani to deal with a curse and help a family friend, but now Heather felt sure they might return to the Bay with a new baby. ->

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Shout out to @itmeansiris who gave me permission to name a very important baby after her, without letting me spoil/warn that it was Ximena's baby. Bold! Though your name is too perfect for the In Bloom Challenge themes not to use at some point, I love collaborating with you and following your sim families through all their drama. Even though it's Ximena's baby, I hope you can find love for baby Iris!

Iris is a nature and colour name, which is why Heather had it in her back pocket. Colour, you say? Why yes, it's Greek for rainbow, the most colourful naturally-occurring phenomenon on Earth. And I have to give flowers (irises!) to @purplesimmer455 who took the clue of infant Roan's rainbow shirt foreshadowing future plot and guessed it had to do with a crossover with Iris. She was right about that, but didn't quite guess it would also be a VIP baby name. It was a layered clue!

And this is the room that @hashimasims sent me! I kept everything, including the custom Elucea artwork!!! My sims are so privileged, seriously. Thank you so much!

[patchw0rks]

Ok, reread of scum villain vol. 2 has been accomplished. Here are my thoughts and just things I wanted to note down (disclaimer: make sure to read these knowing the important context that liushen is my favorite ship lol)

I can't get over the Shen-Mu-Liu trio. Those are SQQ's BOYS and watching them interact is very fun. I also love that Mu Qingfang is medicine-pilled in the way that Shen Qingqiu is monster-pilled. Little did we know LQG is actually the most normal of the three

Shen "im just here to cause problems" Qingqiu saying "I know to get my way all i have to do is bat my pretty eyelashes at YQY and he will fold like a house of cards"

SQQ basically telling LQG that he's so strong so he must row the boat, and LQG is just absolutely FUMING because of how attracted he is to SQQ

SQQ referring to LQG as gege ah my heart

More of SQQ causing problems by trying stick Yang Yixuan onto LQG, which I love because you KNOW that in his grief post-Hua Yue City LQG went "fucking WATCH me"

Ngl I've read enough fanfic to realize that people don't really capture LQG's full personality. The usually make him so shy and tsundere that he's barely able to get a word in (Lan Zhan gets similar treatment) but no, he's just as catty as the rest of them

I need to figure out the timeline of how long Shen Yuan had been reading PIDW, it's endlessly important to me

LQG and MQF being like "our beloved little shixiong, please don't fret your pretty little head, just sit there and relax"

There really is some excellent physical comedy in SVSSS, like when SQQ is confronted by LBH and just defenestrates himself. You know that one scene in Angel Beats? Yeah it's exactly that

Qi Qingqi's eyebrows have now been brought up for a second time and it screams gender envy to me. Why are you as a "cis man" admiring a women's eyebrows so thoughtfully? So much to where it's the first thing you bring up about her appearance?

"Why?! Why were two grown men neurotically discussing a pice of clothing while surrounded by staring eyes?" never change Shen Yuan

I'm actually such a simp for Liu Qingge, i'm literally highlighting every mention of him and every word he speaks. I did not appreciate the Liuber my first time reading. He's also so incredibly tsundere "huff puff i can't believe you can't even ride your sword...get on"

Ugh I actually cried while reading the big confrontation. This did not happen my first read, but man it just got me. Also the very subtle POV switch that happens so we don't get any insight into SQQ's thoughts as he prepares to self-detonate

Mushroom Shen Qingqiu!!!! My Beloved!!!!!!! Def one of my favorite parts of the whole series. I think there are so many ways to play around with this character (hence my AU) but also there's this degree of freedom about it where even his internal dialogue is much more loose and less concerned with acting the part

Oh my...he referenced the succubus adventure...

Im sorry how did I completely black out the scene of LQG and SQQ playing hot potato with his corpse?!!?! Remember what I said about physical comedy!!

"Even a few hours ago, he genuinely wouldn't have cared where others (especially those of the same sex) touched him. They could touch wherever they liked, please go ahead" -- Things only said by straight who are 100% comfortable in their sexuality. Yeah. Totally

There are still good moments of seeing SQQ's dissociating himself from the events of the series and just treating everything and everyone as if it weren't "real," and how these thought patterns shift. Once again I think this would be a very fun thing to play around with and explore more

LIU QINGGE!!!! STOP MAKING ME SAD!!!!!!!! HE YEARNS SO MUCH

[missmaymay13]

the trade au pt1 - w.smith | m.celebrini

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w.smith & m.celebrini x oc platonic

a one shot from the original - close to you

authors note: just and au!!!! im not brave enough to have this actually happen in my main story but i thought this was an plot to explore!

masterlist | series masterlist

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It was supposed to be a normal road trip.

The team had just landed in a snowy Canadian city, getting ready for the next game.

Will, Macklin, and June were doing their usual routine—grabbing snacks from room service, arguing over who got which side of the bed, completely unaware that everything was about to change.

And then—

The news broke.

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June was checking her camera equipment when her phone buzzed.

She didn't think anything of it—until she saw the notification.

Elliotte Friedman (@FriedgeHNIC): Hearing the Sharks have traded Will Smith. Full details to come.

Her hands went numb.

Macklin, sitting across the room, glanced up from his phone.

Then—he saw her face.

"What's wrong?"

June couldn't speak.

Macklin frowned, unlocking his phone.

And then—he saw it too.

And that's when the panic set in.

June and Macklin found Will in the hallway, surrounded by management.

He looked like he was in shock.

His eyes were red, his hands shaking.

And the second he saw them—

It became real.

June didn't even think.

She just ran to him, throwing her arms around him.

Macklin was there a second later, gripping them both.

And then—

Then, Will lost it.

His body shook against them.

His breaths came out in shaky gasps, his grip painfully tight like he was trying to memorize this feeling.

"I don't wanna go," he choked out.

June clenched her jaw, fighting tears.

Macklin's voice cracked. "This isn't fair."

And it wasn't.

Because how do you take one of them away?

They weren't just friends.

They were family.

But hockey didn't care.

And soon enough—

They had to pry Will off of them to get him on the plane.

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The second June and Macklin stepped into their hotel room, everything felt wrong.

Will's stuff? Gone. His bed? Empty. The ridiculous snacks he always left on the nightstand? Missing.

It was silent.

And they hated it.

June sat on the bed, staring at the empty space.

Macklin didn't say anything.

Because what was there to say?

The room felt cold.

Too big.

Too empty.

And so—without thinking, June crawled into Macklin's bed, wrapping her arms around him.

He didn't flinch.

Didn't joke.

Didn't say anything.

He just buried his face in her shoulder and let the tears fall.

And that night?

They just held onto each other and cried.

Because Will started this tradition.

And now?

Now he was gone.

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June's phone buzzed at 3 AM.

Macklin, barely awake, grabbed it without thinking.

Then—

"I miss you guys so much."

Will's voice was wrecked.

And just like that—

They broke all over again.

Macklin's breath hitched.

June wiped at her face, trying to keep it together.

But it was no use.

Because the second Will started crying on the phone,

They both did too.

And suddenly—

They were all talking at once. "It's not fair." "I don't know what to do without you guys." "I hate this. I hate everything." "I just want to go back."

But they couldn't.

And that?

That was the worst part.

Because no matter how much they cried, how much they begged—

Will wasn't coming back.

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The second the photo hit the internet, it was over.

A picture of three people breaking in the middle of a hallway.

June, Macklin, and Will clinging to each other, sobbing.

The caption?

"This one hurts."

It took minutes for the hockey world to implode.

The Athletic – "The NHL's Most Unbreakable Trio... Broken"

By: Pierre LeBrun

They had to pry Will Smith off of June and Macklin to get him on the plane.

Read that again.

This wasn't just a trade.

This was the end of something special.

For years, the NHL has watched the bond between Smith, Celebrini, and Johnson.

They were inseparable.

They shared locker rooms, flights, hotel rooms.

And now?

Now they're split apart.

Sources say Smith was so devastated that he couldn't even pack up his hotel room.

"He just sat there, shaking his head, saying he couldn't do it," a teammate revealed.

So his teammates?

They packed for him.

Because that's how much this trade broke him.

And now?

The NHL is left wondering—

What happens to Macklin and June now?

Because the Sharks might have lost a player.

But Macklin and June?

They lost their person.

Fans lost it. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY HAD TO PRY WILL OFF OF THEM???" "I'M NEVER RECOVERING FROM THIS." "WHOEVER MADE THIS TRADE NEEDS TO BE JAILED." "WHY WOULD YOU SEPARATE THEM???" "This is an actual crime."

And when the Sharks posted about the trade?

The replies were brutal. "DELETE THIS." "This will never be okay. NEVER." "Do you understand what you've done???" "Macklin and June's revenge arc is coming."

The fans weren't just mad.

They were mourning.

And honestly?

So was the team.

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Macklin and June were... not okay.

For weeks, they were completely different people.

No more chirping. No more banter. No more light.

Just quiet.

Macklin barely spoke. June barely smiled.

And every time the GM walked by?

They both just glared.

Because this trade?

This trade broke them.

And the team?

The team had no idea how to fix it.

The NHL's Most Unbreakable Trio Had Finally Been Broken.

And no one— Not the team, not the fans, not even the front office—

Knew how to fix it.

[kookiestiddies]

2 | two for two

series m.list

what's the worst that could happen at a party?

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: swearing, kissing, drinking, attempted humour

A/N: thank you so much for reading! updates will come...when they come ;-; if you are curious to know, I listened to this song while writing this fic. This really helped me figure out jk and oc's dynamic sort of. Also, i do not own these photos, I got them off of pinterest lol👍🏼happy reading this silly chapter weeee

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The Jeon twins made for an odd pair. 

While they lived up to their title in terms of mannerisms and speech patterns, physically, they were as different as can be. 

If it weren’t for the inky patterns that lined their arms and possibly other parts of their body, their matching set of doe eyes, and the sudden dips in each cheek that always appeared after the sight of a familiar face or a well-told joke, you could never have guessed that they were once womb-mates.

While Chaeyoung thrived in bright shades of pink and white, Jungkook opted for the brooding presence of blacks and anything else no brighter than navy blues. Where she was all softness and curves, he was a sketch-up of hard lines. On the days when Chaeyoung wore butterfly clips in her hair that complimented her flowy dress and Mary Jane heels, Jungkook styled his mullet, wore more silver jewellery than you could count, and stalked about in black stompers.

Just a few months into your new company of friends, you were quick to learn that the whole lot of them were party animals, almost always on the lookout for nights of alcohol-induced shenanigans, and shameless whoring, twerking, strutting and queefing around as Jimin had so eloquently put, while you were decidedly not.

“You’ll come won’t you,” Chae asked you as she grasped your upper arm and looked at you with puppy eyes. 

“I won’t,” you answered with a sickeningly sweet smile. 

It was on a Friday afternoon when you had been in the middle of your solo biweekly revision session that Chae’s familiar cotton candy head had popped over the sea of silence that engulfed the library. Students glanced at her with annoyance as she noisily clacked her heels over the floor to where you were seated in a single booth towards the back corner. You were also quick to notice the quiet thud of a pair of stompers that followed her suit. 

“Told you she wouldn’t be into it,” Jungkook said dismissively with a blank expression and lazily leaned against the side of your booth. “Oh c’mon, you can’t abandon me like this!” Chae whined and tightened her grip on your arm. It was starting to hurt honestly. 

The girl sitting in the booth across from you sent an angry “Shh!” in your trio’s direction. 

You lowered your head in embarrassment and gestured to the twins to quiet down. “Babe, what do you mean, abandon you? I love you and everything and I truly appreciate our friendship and all, but we really haven’t known each other long enough for this to be that deep,” you said with a look on your face that said you were joking. Jungkook snorted loudly at that.

Another “SHH!” landed on you again. Bitch.

“Y/n! I can’t handle another night of taking care of Jimin and Nayeon’s horny asses. Do you have any idea what the bullshit those idiots put me through?!” Chae cried. Her grip on your arm tightened even more. 

Jesus fuck, does she work out?!?

“C’mon Chae, I told you she wouldn’t be into it. You said you’d prove me wrong. You didn’t. You owe me ice cream now. Let’s go,” Jungkook said monotonously and stood up as you hopelessly pried Chae’s hands away from your arm. 

“Chae, please let go, you’re killing me here,” you whisper-scream, admittedly scared of the chick in front of you.

Luckily, the shrill ringtone of Chae’s phone suddenly cuts through the air and leads her a short way away from your booth to answer the call, gorilla grip talons and all. Both Jungkook and you noticed the irritated look on the girl across and shared an awkward-embarrassed look with each other.

“What? Did you guys bet on me going to the party or something?” you redirected, looking between the twins. He shrugged. “Am I only worth some ice cream?” you joked mindlessly. 

“If you must know, it’s really cheap, grocery store ice cream…” Jungkook said quietly, but not quiet enough to escape your earshot as you massaged your arm (which will probably bruise tomorrow).

Asshole. 

“Oh? Is that so? Everyone knows that cheap, grocery store ice cream tastes miles better though, compared to whatever premium coco-mocha-pumpkin-spiced-latte-ariana-grande ice cream I’m sure the likes of you enjoy,” you banter. 

At this, he stares at you, glides his eyes up and down your figure, and smirks. 

“I mean… I didn’t even say that that’s my taste.”

“What is your taste then?”

“Cheap, grocery store ice cream,” he says with a shy smile.

Is he flirting with you?

Jesus christ, that was a weird exchange, why in the world would your heart be thumping over that? (Because it was.)

Yes, the textbook incident did leave you upset with him for a long while. But your parents taught you that bygones should be bygones. 

After all, he did get down on his knees for you. 

The memory of Jungkook crouching before you haunted you for an embarrassingly long time after, especially given that all your friends witnessed it and never failed to tease the two of you about it, except for Taehyung who still curses the heavens to this day for punishing him with boring TA sessions on that day when he could have been there in person to see it. 

You had claimed to have forgiven him then and there itself, not because you actually meant it, because it would take much more than that to get over how trashy Jungkook’s 50 dollars had made you feel, but just to get over the attention he was bringing to the two of you in the crowded cafeteria. 

No, Jungkook getting down on his knees wasn’t enough. But you didn’t have to say that for him to know, because he saw right through you.

After two weeks of being forced to hang out thanks to your shared friend group and an infinite amount of awkwardly skirting around each other, Jungkook one day approached you alone in the library lugging a bag in his hand. When you looked up at him, he shifted his eyes away to the muddy textbook that lay open on the table and cleared his throat. 

“Here,” he’d said and thrust the bag that weighed a tonne towards you. You wordlessly took it and gave him a curious look. In that moment, he’d reminded you of a child in kindergarten being forced to apologise to the classmate he’s made fun of, looking sheepish and awkward.

In the bag were brand new textbooks. Hardcovers at that. Sitting on top of them was a large pack of your favourite corn chips that you always had on you to munch on. You were surprised to say the least. Not only did you not expect him to be thoughtful enough to replace your textbooks, but you didn’t pin him to be observant enough to know your favourite snack.

“Sorry again…about your books,” he mumbled out while rubbing the back of his neck. You were quiet for a moment, Jungkook’s actions once again leaving you too stunned to speak. 

“Apology accepted,” you quietly replied. And with that, the textbook incident was a chapter closed.

Ever since then, Jungkook and you had to find your footing around each other in your friend group, now on more amicable terms. For Jungkook, it meant getting comfortable around you, which you learnt meant that he would find ways to tease you and somehow always managed to find a way to get under your skin and rattle you. For you, it meant constantly getting annoyed at him and letting him know of that.

It was deeply unsettling how he constantly one-upped you with his comments. You figured you’d rather not engage with him at all in any way or form.

You let out a huff at him and say, “Whatever. This is a really dumb conversation. Hope you enjoy your ice cream, whichever one it is that you end up getting,” before turning back to your work so that he can’t see your cheeks that were beginning to feel hot.

Jungkook was still looking at you, with what you suspected was hesitance.

You look back and raise a questioning brow at him. 

Just as he opens his mouth, Chae saunters back over and unknowingly interrupts him. “Hobi’s here,” she announces while looking around the library. All the focus you had on Jungkook is abandoned immediately as you whip your head around to look for the sight of a familiar sunny grin.

It doesn’t take long for you to find it as its owner walks over to your group with a bickering Jimin and Taehyung in tow. Taehyung’s hands are flailing everywhere and he’s bouncing around with Jimin looking at him in ridicule while trying to get him to calm down.

“What are these idiots fighting about now,” Chae mutters under her breath.

“They're not just friends, okay? They’re soulmates. Hollywood soulmates. There’s a difference," you hear Taehyung say passionately as the trio came within earshot, making Jimin burst out a screech while Hoseok chuckled. You sneak a glance at the girl across and you’re pretty sure you catch her shaking in anger or something. "Soulmates? Come on. They’ve known each other since, what, middle school? That’s just a lifelong bromance," Jimin retorts.

“Hey guys,” Hoseok threw at the twins and you. You were the only one who bothered to reply with one yourself. Chae was too invested in Taehyung and Jimin’s conversation to respond while Jungkook seemed to be in a mood all of a sudden, his eyes fixated on the way Hoseok walked over and leaned against the table facing you. 

“What are they arguing about?” you ask Hoseok. Before he could answer, Jimin voices it out himself exasperatedly. 

"A bromance doesn’t survive Oscars, Batman vs. Bourne debates, and that time Ben got way too into Dunkin’ coffee. That’s a bond,"

“But what does that have to do with why JLo and he aren’t good together???” 

“It has to do with everything!”

“EXCUSE ME, BUT CAN YOU PLEASE EITHER KEEP IT DOWN OR LEAVE THE LIBRARY?!” the girl from earlier finally explodes at your seemingly ever-growing gathering.

“Jesus fuck, yes, yes! We’re leaving,” you bellow out, annoyed and terrified, and start packing up your things.

“We’re leaving?” Chae asks, finally tuning in back to you.

“We are?” Taehyung asks.

“But we just got here,” Jimin adds pitifully. 

It’s your turn to be exasperated as you say “Shut up, please, all of you. We’re getting out of here and going somewhere less quiet so that we don’t seem too much like animals.” You finish packing up and head towards the exit, throwing a measly ‘sorry’ to the girl ahead of you without waiting for a response. The rest of the group moves over similarly like a school of fish.

While Jimin and Taehyung carry on their argument, this time with Jungkook joining in (his contribution being the Dunkin’ lore), Hoseok catches up to you and Chae. 

“Are you sure you’re not gonna change your mind about coming to the party?” Chae tries again.

Hoseok cuts in before you could answer, “What, you mean the one happening tomorrow night?” She nods in confirmation. “She doesn’t want to go but I want her to,” Chae whines. 

“This is gonna hurt Chae, but frankly speaking, I don’t care what you want,” you say curtly, making her huff and setting Hoseok off with laughter. 

“Shut the fuck up, that wasn’t even that funny!” Chae whines at Hoseok. “No, but it’s what your entitled ass deserves,” he throws at her, causing her to fume.

“Who are you calling entitled?!? Jungkook, did you hear what they’re saying about me?” she screeches at her brother. Said brother turns to her and says, “I did and I agree, you are entitled and I also don’t care about what you want.” Now the whole group is laughing along. 

“That’s it, I’m calling Nayeon, you know… a real friend,” Chae huffs and gets distracted by her phone. Hoseok takes this as an opportunity to lean over and put his arm around you. 

“I know we’re joking and all, but I’d really like it if you’d change your mind about the party,” he says softly. 

“Oh, I don’t know. It’s not really my thing, ya’know? Besides, I have Mr Byrnes class to study for. He keeps talking about a test that isn’t even in the study plan and it’s making me paranoid that he’s going to surprise us with a pop quiz one of these days,” you ramble as he listens attentively. 

“C’mon, it’s just one night. Just have some fun. And I promise that I’ll watch out for you, okay? Make sure things don’t get out of hand or let anyone force you to do anything crazy,” he says.

“What do you say?” he asks, eyes hopeful and smiling as wide and bright as ever.

Of course, you said yes. 

How could you refuse when he had asked so nicely?

So here you were, walking up to a large house set in the corner of an upper-class residential area that had college students pouring in and out of every entrance possible with Chae, Nayeon and Jimin. You honestly had no idea whose house this was, or who even organised this party. An act of stupidity on your part you realised, because now you had no choice but to lean on your friends for safety. 

Oh well, Hoseok did promise to watch out for you, you thought as you secretly smiled to yourself.

Not secretive enough it seems as Chae tells you, “With that look on your face, I hope you’re actually excited to go to this party for the sake of having fun.”

You reply with a simple “Sure,” as your group turns into the neat little pathway leading up to the front door.

“Whether Y/n’s excited or not, I sure as hell am. God, I can’t wait to get fucked up tonight. It’s been too long,” Nayeon chirps next to you, much to Chae's chagrin.

“I’m begging you two,” Chase addresses both Nayeon and Jimin as she says, “don’t do anything you’ll regret in the morning. I’m sick of babysitting you two,” with a scoff. The perpetrators merely giggle at her as they spread out separately into the dancing crowd in the living room-turned-dancefloor.

“C’mon, let’s go out to the backyard. It’s way too early to be partying this hard,” Chase says and leads you by your hand. 

As soon as you step foot out of the house, you’re relieved to be able to breathe without the entailing smell of sweat and alcohol in the air. Towards the corner of the porch, leaning against the railing with red solo cups at hand are Jungkook and Taehyung talking with two other guys you don’t recognise. 

They’re both tall and attractive, you’re quick to notice. While one is more built all-around, the other has wide shoulders leading to a tapered waist.

“Hey guys!” Chase chirps at them. “Meet Y/n. Y/n, this is Namjoon and this is Jin,” she gestures to the built one and the one with wide shoulders in order. You greet them pleasantly before stepping aside to stand next to Taehyung while Chae rants to them about Nayeon and Jimin.

Suddenly, you feel a poke of a finger in your side. “Y/n….you’re at a college party without a drink. Tch, tch, tch,” Taehyung chastises you as he leans over. You can already smell the faint lingering of alcohol on his breath. “Sorry, I’m just really not looking to get shitfaced tonight,” you weakly say. 

“Shut up, one drink never hurt anyone!” he retorts with a laugh. “I’ll be right back,” he says and before you could refuse, he’s already headed towards the kitchen indoors, presumably to get you a drink. 

In his absence, you notice Jungkook quietly nursing his own drink next to you. You shift your attention away from him and start looking around the backyard. 

Your eyes are searching, here, there and everywhere looking for a specific face. Where’s Hoseok? You want to text him, asking him if he’s here already, but you’ve never really texted him before. Would it be too obvious if you were to start now? In your train of overthinking, you fail to notice that the boy next to you has shifted to face you. He’s studying you, your actions, but you fail to notice. 

“Missing your loverboy?” the voice from next to you breaks you out of your reverie.

You look at Jungkook and dumbly say, “Huh?”

He chuckles and shakes his head, and you curse the heavens for making him as handsome as he looks when he does so. “I asked if you’re looking for Hoseok hyung,” he says. 

“Maybe.”

“Hmm, figured as much,” he shrugs. At this, you raise a curious brow at him.

“Uhm, duh, you look like you lost your puppy or something. Huhu, where’s my boyfie, huhu,” he mimics you in a high-pitched voice. 

You look at him in disgust before saying, “Ugh, I have never and will never use the word boyfie.” It’s a weak attempt at a comeback, you already know. “Aha, but you don’t deny that you’re looking for Hoseok hyung!” he says with a grin. 

You let out a scoff at that and say, “Okay, so what? What’s it to do with you? Ever heard of minding your own business?” Your tone is harsh, but you couldn’t help the shy smile that crawled on your face.

He looks like he has more to say, probably to tease you, but is cut off by Taehyung crying out “Children! Children! Please settle down, the party’s only just started. I can’t handle y'all bickering so soon.” You roll your eyes at Jungkook and turn away from him, making you miss out on the boyish grin he sends your way before he turns away himself to tune into Chae’s conversation with Namjoon and Jin. 

Taehyung waltzes up to you and flourishes a red solo cup to you with a proud look on his face. “Ta-da! A drink for Her Highness,” he dramatically says with an even more dramatic bow. 

You giggle as you accept the drink. “Thank you, good sir,” you play along. Taehyung lets out a pleasant sigh and leans forward against the railing. His sudden silence hints to you that he might have something on his mind.

You don’t bother asking yet though, comfortable with the lack of conversation between you, and instead listening to Namjoon and Jin telling Chae about their disastrous search for a roommate. Jungkook isn’t in sight anymore so you assume he’s gone back into the house.

“You guys don’t understand the number of crazy people we’ve met so far. We interviewed this one kid, a comp-sci student, who asked if we’d be okay if he were to use our storage room to keep all his blow-up “life-sized sleep dolls”. Like, what the fuck does that even mean?” Namjoon says exasperatedly. Jin shakes his head and takes a sip of his drink before saying, “I don’t think any of us here want to know what that means,” making the whole group laugh. 

“Maybe you guys should consider having him around. I want to start a wager that he has a doll of Danny Devito,” you giggle. Jin nearly chokes on his drink at that.

Namjoon is thoroughly entertained and says “You’re right! And when Christmas rolls around, we won’t have to get a damn Christmas tree. We can just spice up Danny.”

“A Danny Devito Christmas Tree?” Chae asks with a grin.

“A Danny DeviTree.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Jin says.

You all nod our heads in a silly agreement.

“TO DANNY DEVITREE!” we cheer together and take large gulps of our drinks.

“Hey, didn’t you say you wanted to find a different place to live? Somewhere closer to campus right?” Chae asks you with a nudge of her elbow.

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that,” you reply. You turn to Namjoon and Jin to explain “The place I’m at now is too far away from campus, so I’m thinking about moving somewhere closer so that I don’t have to stress too much about the distance before leaving for classes.”

“Well hey, our place is less than a block from campus. If you’re interested, we can talk another day,” Jin says excitedly. “But the DeviTree arrangement will have to wait, it seems,” Namjoon adds with a grin. Your eyes widen with excitement and you agree to meet another day to discuss it.

While you’re busy exchanging numbers with Namjoon, Chae suddenly notices Taehyung’s silence and asks him “What’s got you thinking so deeply? Looking so serious doesn’t suit you” she says poking her tongue out teasingly at him. 

This brings Taehyung to stand straight and point at your chest area. “It’s weird you know,” he says. 

Your tit?

“My tit?” you ask aloud.

“Huh?” he asks back and realises what he’s pointing at. “What the - no! You idiot, not your tit. Your tit is fine. I meant you in general.” 

You and the others can’t control your giggles as you prod him even more, “What’s so weird about me?”

“It’s weird how you can’t seem to get along with Jungkook. He’s literally the nicest out of all of us. And you’re nice too.”

This catches you off guard as the laughter suddenly lulls down.

“What’s that supposed to mean? He’s always getting on my nerves on purpose. He’s such an idiot,” you say along with a quick apology towards Chae. She smiles strangely at you while Namjoon and Jin watch the conversation play out in silence.

“See that’s the thing, he’s never trying to get on your nerves on purpose. You just seem to always get annoyed by him all on your own,” Taehyung refutes.

“He’s right. Not to sound like I’m trying to stand up for my brother too much, but it is weird how much you can’t stand him. He doesn’t hate you the way you hate him,” Chae says the last part with a strange tone in her voice. “But it’s like you don’t even want to give him a chance to be closer with you.”

You suddenly feel cornered by the duo. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe we’re just wired into different frequencies or something. Somehow, everything he does annoys me so much. God help me if I knew why,” you try to brush it off and take a large gulp of your drink. 

Are you getting a bit tipsy right now? Probably. Eh, whatever - you think as you chug the rest of the drink.

Of course in your heart, you feel struck by the accusation. Is it true? Have you been too harsh with Jungkook?

This time, you knew Chae and Taehyung weren’t referring to the textbook incident. Nope, they were talking about your overall behaviour after that. You were always harsh and short-tempered around him, sometimes, oftentimes even, mean. 

You were never usually mean, so much so that you could recognise when you were being so, especially with Jungkook. But could you blame yourself? He was practically asking for it.

“Maybe, it’s because you like-like him,” Taehyung says, making you choke on your drink. 

Namjoon and Jin are chuckling into their cups when he says that while he stands there calmly with Chae waiting for you to finish your coughing fit.

“What the FUCK! Like-like him??” you let out an emotionless laugh and say “what are we, five? Like-like him, pfft! As if.”

You’re desperate for this conversation to end now. 

“Why? It’s not that ridiculous. It would be kind of nice if my baby brother and my best friend were to date,” Chae says with a smile and a shrug. “Besides, you know what they say - there’s a thin line between love and hate…”

Sometimes, the differences between the Jeon twins shone starkly like day and night. Jungkook who loved to spend his evenings cruising around town on his motorcycle; Chae who turned down getting her own car that their parents wanted to give her because of how traumatised she was from her experience at driver’s ed (nothing serious, it was just bad vibes with an instructor who fell asleep in the passenger seat while she was behind the wheel). Jungkook who always had a glint in his eye, craving for an adrenaline filled adventure like rock climbing or hiking. More extreme, skydiving and cliff jumping during summer breaks. And Chae, who enjoyed completely and entirely, simple hangouts with friends at a cafe or a club, and especially at home. 

As different as they were, the Jeon twins were as inseparable as former womb mates ever could be.

Like that one time Chae and you had a sleepover at their place for a Barbie animated movie marathon before your group was set to go watch the new Barbie live-action movie in cinemas. Even though he had all the means to simply lock himself up in his room to save himself from the cheesy squeals and giggles he was promised to hear from the two of you for the rest of the night, Jungkook not only joined you two for the whole run, enthusiastically reacting along to the characters and funny lines, he even went out of the way to make the three of you hot cocoa drinks with marshmallows and volunteered to go out and buy more snacks once they had run out. 

A memory that still makes you chuckle is how the entire group showed up to the movie dressed in theme to the nines (Jimin and Taehyung as the Diamond Castle dogs of course). And yes, Jungkook too. While Chae unsurprisingly dressed up as Bibble, Jungkook retired his punk jewellery to dress up as Aidan from The Magic of Pegasus.

Chae was none the wiser, fiercely caring for her brother. The memory of Jungkook and Taehyung once getting locked in a frat party closet once and noone being able to find them bcs their phones were with Nayeon, and the party was too loud to hear them shouting to be let out. Chae was worried sick around the 5 hour mark, contemplating calling the police and ranting and generally being out of sorts. Thank god Jimin needed to throw up and rushed to the nearest closet and forced it open. The gratification on the boys’ face at being freed didn’t last long before Jimin got puke all over them.

Nonetheless, Chae was utterly relieved to see her brother alive and well, rushing to hug him regardless of the gunk covering his shirt.

For as darling as you found Chae and as insufferable as you found Jungkook, you sure did hang out with the two a lot; the most out of everyone in the group. It didn’t go unnoticed how he was a whopping 5 '8 and was incredibly self-sufficient, perfectly able to say no to his sister's invitations if he wanted to. 

The thing was, Chae brought him along everywhere, and he followed along anyway.

These are a few of the memories that you’ve collected since getting to know Chae, and by default Jungkook too. The Jeon twins truly made for an odd pair, but they were made for each other like peanut butter and jelly. 

You’re reflecting on these memories in your tipsy haze as you’re almost touched for a moment that Chae just called you her best friend, given that you’ve only known each other for a little over half a year now.

Almost.

“Hah! No offence Chae, but there is no way I could ever like, or love, your brother.”

Of course, the universe is not on your side today (has it ever been?), because it’s at that exact moment that the man you’d been on the lookout for the whole night strides onto the patio towards you little group. 

“Oh shit, Y/n loves Jungkook? Then, I’m out of here,” Hoseok says with a teasing lilt in his voice and the insinuation of what he says makes your hearts beat faster. 

“NO! I said I don’t like him. Or love him. C’mon Hoseok, I want to dance. It’s getting stale out here,” you say as you giggle and drag him by his hand into the house through the swarm of bodies. 

You’re well able to notice your friends’ teasing comments following you into the house, but not the pair of doe eyes that were fixated on you from the inner entrance to the porch area as you pass them.

Currently, you were bouncing along with Hoseok in the room full of bodies, barely able to decipher anything other than the music booming through the space. Oh, and his hands are on your hips.

Fuck, you think to yourself. That boy has got you wrapped around his pretty little finger, literally, and he doesn’t even know it.

Or maybe he does? You don’t know. You don’t know anything right now. You’re so out of it. 

The full weight of the drink Taehyung had given earlier had finally hit you 20 minutes ago, and ever since then, you’ve been daringly thrusting your hips and grinding against Hoseok in tune to the beat of the songs playing. You’re not sure if he’s drunk himself since you didn’t see him ingest anything since you met up with him on the porch, but the way he’s grinding back onto you, gripping your hips possessively and whispering sweet nothings into your ear suggest that he might be. 

“Y/n…” he breathes out. “You look so cute tonight. Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. I wanted to. I thought about it, but didn’t say it.”

You let out a giggle and say “That’s okay. Thanks. You look really good tonight too.”

A minute passes of you two continuing to dance when he suddenly stops and motions you to do the same. “Can I- Can I ask you something?” he starts. The suddenness of his actions sobers you a little and you merely nod at him. “What is it?”

He seems hesitant to continue and it looks like it’s really eating him up. “What is it? You can ask me anything,” you encourage him.

“Okay, uhm, well, is there- fuck, okay,” he says before clearing his throat and looking at you pointedly. 

“Is there anything going on between you and Jungkook?” he asks.

“What the hell, no!” you’re quick to refute.

His eyes widened at your response. “No? Are you sure? Are you 100% positive on that?” 

You can’t help but let out a chuckle at that.

This is so ridiculous. 

“No, Hoseok, there’s nothing going on between me and that brat Jeon Jungkook. Okay? The others were just joking around. There’s nothing happening between us. Is that what you wanted to know?” 

He visibly brightens up and says “Well yeah, because I wanted to know if what I’m about to do next would land me a punch on the face or not,” with a laugh. He comes closer to you and wraps his arms around your waist with a grin forming on his face.

“What are you going to do?” you ask, your breath getting shallower. Your heart is pounding so fast you hear your heartbeat in your ears.

“I’m going to kiss you,” he says.

And when he leans down and brings his lips to yours in a searing kiss, you’re unable to think of anything else anymore. Fuck Jungkook. Fuck everything.

All you think about is him.

Hoseok.

Hoseok.

Hoseok.

He’s such a great kisser, lips so soft and careful yet bold. While your tongues are having a passionate battle for dominance, with you losing quickly, he brings his arms to wrap tightly around your body. “Y/n…” he moans in between and you swear you’ve never heard a sound more sweeter. You’re moaning too as you bring your hands up to run through his hair and down the back of his neck.

The pair of you part after what feels like both forever and finite. “Fuck, you’re something else,” he says breathlessly. You chuckle at that, out of breath yourself. 

You take a moment to just stare at his face and your heart feels like it’s about to beat out of your chest. He’s taking the time to look back at you too. You see his eyes dart around your face - to your eyes, nose, hair tucked behind your ear, your lips. 

His face is lit up by the glare of the colourful lights decorating the ceiling and something else that is purely him.

Hoseok.

Sober-you would never find the balls to admit your feelings to him, but drunk-you could. 

“Hoseok…”

“Yes?”

“I-I like you.”

.

.

.

“I like you too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. How could I not?” he says with a chuckle before he closes the gaps between your lips again.

Just as you think you’re about to write a blurb on the bliss of Hoseok’s soft lips, a voice clears causing the two of you to break away. Jungkook appears by your side with a furrow on his face looking as uncomfortable as ever.

“Jungkook? What are you doing here?” you ask, flustered and unable to mask your disappointment over his interruption. He isn’t quick to reply, opting to glance at the close proximity between Hoseok and you first. “I need you to come with me,” he replies gruffly. When you don’t move an inch he adds, “Now,”.

“Uhm, well, I’m kinda occupied at the moment so unless it’s important - HEY!” you exclaim as he grabs ahold of your hand and tries to drag you away from Hoseok. Hoseok steps in and tries to reason with Jungkook. “Hey man, you heard her, she can’t go and it’s not cool of you to drag her”

“It IS important!” Jungkook says. He’s got a strong grip on you, and even though you’re not afraid of him at that moment, for you know he’s gentler than he seems, you are annoyed by him.

You smack on his hand that’s encasing your arm and start yelling “Jungkook, you big OAF, I’m not going anywhere with YOU!” He ignores you and continues dragging you away from Hoseok. “You’re not even telling me what’s so goddamned IMPORTANT!” 

There truly are consequences to chugging down a drink that Taehyung, of all people made for you.

You are drunk. And what is it that drunk people infamously do? Stupid things. 

You are drunk and irrational and Jungkook is still dragging you away. You do the only thing that your brain can comprehend doing in that moment.

You bring your stiletto boots covered leg up and bring it down hard on Jungkook’s heavy black stompers. You know, the ones that he stood in-line for 3 hours to buy on its release day that cost a whopping $800. The ones that he carefully polishes every week so that they look shiny and new always.

Well, from where you’re standing - yep, standing, not walking..because Jungkook has stopped walking - his shoes do look as good as new.

Except for the ugly 3 inch scratch that runs down the side of the right one where your stiletto just met it.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. You’ve gone too far.

Is it possible to hear complete and utter silence in a room full of sweaty and drunk college kids with Gasolina blaring in the background? Because you’re experiencing it right this moment. Oh no wait, it just changed to You Broke Me First by Tate McCrae. Nice. In any other given scenario, you’d laugh at the irony of it.

But you’re not laughing now. Neither is Jungkook. You’re holding your breath and Jungkook's wide set shoulders slowly turn around to look at you. 

He peers down at his now ruined shoe before slowly dragging his eyes over your figure and meeting your eyes. His mouth, usually positioned as a lopsided grin, was now set straight and silent, his eyes hard with an illegible emotion.

It takes a couple of moments for you to snap back to your senses and you’re about to open your mouth to throw out apologies, but Jungkook beats you to it.

“Chae’s sick in the toilet. Go check up on her and let her know I’m waiting for her outside,” he says lowly and releases his grip on your hand. 

You’re wide-eyed as you open your mouth to respond, “Jungkook, I’m so-”

“What the hell is wrong with you? Why is it so difficult for you to think about other people?” He cuts you off loudly. You’re rendered speechless, his words striking you unexpectedly. In all your encounters of Jungkook irritating you, leaving you to retort harshly, never once has he raised his voice or gotten angry with you. But now he was. 

Totally and utterly angry.

You see it in the way he’s actively trying, but failing, to control his tone and breathing, and the step that he takes away from you. This is new ground for your dynamic, you have no idea what to say to him other than to apologise.

“You parade around feeling so entitled about everything, why don’t you make yourself useful for once and go help Chae?

“But Jungko-”

“Save it. We’ll call it even for your textbooks. Can you just go now?”

“Wait please, I’m sor-”

“JUST GO!”

He doesn’t wait for your next response and turns to head out the door, roughly pushing off the drunk and sweaty crowd that got in his way. All that’s left is for you to stare at his retreating back as you stomach the dread rising in you.

Congratulations, Miss Kim Y/n! You have officially pissed Jeon Jungkook off!

(∩｀-´)⊃━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

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MIRACLES:

(MISTAKES 2nd part)

Chishiya x reader

Chishiya was a clever man; everything he did had logic behind it, even if no one else but him could see it. Chishiya liked to feel in control, as if he were sitting on a transparent throne that no one else could perceive, from which he could watch everything and know, with a single glance, the strengths and weaknesses of everyone around him. This had served him well on many occasions: in his student life, in his professional life, and in Borderlands. The games ceased to be unpredictable or surprising once you understood the reasons driving the players to survive, and of course, when those reasons could be used against them.

It had never been a problem for him, and he never thought it could be. Until she came along.

Y/N turned his world upside down when, even after studying her, Chishiya was unable to use her vulnerabilities against her. She seemed so innocent, so pure… Chishiya firmly believed that what he did had purpose, that people didn't deserve to live more than he did, and that everyone had to look out for their own interests. But that night, in that game, Chishiya couldn’t help but save her. At that moment, his ideals shifted, and when the game was about to end, and two people were needed to finish it, Chishiya no longer thought about why he had helped her. For the first time in his life, he considered it the work of fate. But no, Chishiya wasn't a strong believer in predestined plans or in paths and lines that cross, leading you to find the person you're destined for. So, he immediately called it coincidence, chance, and carried on with his life.

The man refused to think about the girl for almost a week. Looking back, he didn’t recognize himself—forming bonds with a complete stranger and, for brief moments, prioritizing her life over his own survival. But fate, or maybe coincidence, struck again. The man was about to turn around when he saw her walk into The Beach, and for the first time in Borderlands, he felt weak. Until then, he could pretend that nothing had happened, that he hadn’t broken character by helping a complete stranger, that he hadn’t been vulnerable. But there she was, and his facade was in danger of collapsing.

To his surprise, the girl made no move to approach him. “Maybe she doesn’t recognize me, or maybe she doesn’t remember me,” Chishiya thought, ignoring the sharp sting in his heart. After all, wasn’t that what he wanted… right? He watched in disgust as Niragi approached the girl, flirting as he asked her name.

“Y/N,” she said. And from that moment on, his vulnerability had a name.

A second miracle had to happen for Chishiya to be forced to face her. The girl had quickly become friends with Kuina, and when he saw them together by the pool, he knew he was doomed. In fact, it wasn’t long before Kuina insisted on introducing them.

“Y/N, Chishiya. Chishiya, Y/N,” Kuina said briefly. Maybe it wasn’t so brief, but Chishiya stopped listening when he got lost in the girl's gaze. Her eyes were different from that night—they were alive, with a hint of something he couldn’t decipher. He wondered if his eyes seemed as beautiful to her as hers did to him.

“We know each other,” the girl said. Chishiya tried not to react, and Kuina looked curiously at the pair but, in what could be considered a third miracle, decided to say nothing.

Though Chishiya thought with feigned annoyance that the trio would spend time together from then on, Kuina and Y/N seemed to have other plans. Chishiya pretended he didn’t care, that he didn’t want to be the one sitting next to her, the one bearing her weight whenever she laughed and leaned on Kuina. He pretended he didn’t want to be the one receiving her hugs or holding her hand when something made her nervous. But there came a day when he had no other choice.

Kuina had gone off to a game and hadn’t returned. Y/N cried all night in his arms on the rooftop, clutching the fabric of his hoodie with trembling hands as she sobbed, letting her tears fall freely. Chishiya wasn’t proud of what he did that starless night. Kuina wasn’t dead—he knew that. And not because he assumed or hoped so, no. He knew. He had overheard the Hatter talking with Ann the day before about something related to a search for medical supplies. They had agreed that Ann would take someone after the night’s game to retrieve items for the first-aid kit, and that someone was Kuina. But Chishiya didn’t have the courage to tell Y/N. Yes, it could be considered selfish, but it was a rare occasion where he felt he could hold the girl without feeling like he was betraying his character. After all, he was doing it because she needed it, not because he wanted to…

The days passed, and the girl seemed to take a strange liking to staying close to him, as if that night, amidst tears, she had opened the door to a new kind of relationship. And the man didn’t complain. Until that night when everything changed.

Chishiya spent the week following the tower game plagued with unpleasant images flooding his mind. How had he let himself get so entangled? He, the man who kept relationships and contact to a minimum, who used people only to escape that place… He, who had sworn not to form any bonds with anyone, had fallen in love. And he wasn’t going to allow it. He cut all contact with Y/N, rebuilding an icy wall to separate his feelings from his rationality, locking the former away in a corner of his mind. Everything was going fine until he saw her with him—with Tatta.

At first, he tried to ignore the pangs in his chest and the ache in his soul. From a rational point of view, she was simply seeking what he knew she needed and what he had refused to give her: affection, physical contact, someone to lean on. He had been that someone for a time, and it was he who had closed that door, so he had no right to complain. At least, that’s what he tried to internalize to convince himself he hadn’t been a foolish child, letting his fears overtake his senses and pushing him to act like a scared puppy hiding under a flimsy piece of cardboard. He tried his best to avoid them, to pretend they weren’t there, but sometimes, he needed to see her. And then he would walk, stealthily but with heavy steps, like moving through quicksand, just to get a glimpse of the girl, to make sure she was okay, still alive. Because contrary to what Chishiya had believed when he impulsively decided to cut her off, the unpleasant images and intrusive thoughts hadn’t stopped. In fact, they had worsened. But if there was one thing Chishiya had, it was pride, and he wasn’t about to backtrack, grovel for affection, or admit he was wrong. So, he simply let the days pass in furtive glances that only sank him deeper into his misery.

“Are you playing tonight?” Kuina asked abruptly as she walked into his room.

“No,” he replied, lying on his bed with his gaze fixed on the ceiling.

“Y/N is,” Kuina said. Chishiya tried not to show the effect her words had on him, but the woman was smart and, though she had given him space, she knew exactly what was tormenting her friend’s mind.

Chishiya pressed his lips together but said nothing.

“She’s going alone. Tatta is in another group, just like me and Ann,” she continued, clearly trying to provoke a reaction from Chishiya. “In fact, I think she’s with Niragi.” And that was the trigger. Chishiya stood up calmly, getting out of bed and leaving the room as if no one else was there. Kuina stood, watching the door close behind him, and laughed.

It was clear Kuina's words had deeply affected him. He wouldn’t show it, but his stomach churned at the thought of Y/N alone in a game. He didn’t like her being with Tatta, nor the fact that he wouldn’t be there to secretly ensure her safety, but going to a game with the maniac Niragi was something entirely different.

Chishiya watched Y/N embrace Tatta and exchange words he couldn’t hear from a distance. They were saying goodbye, that much was obvious. He could see Y/N forcing a weak smile, the same smile she used to give him when they parted before a game, assuring him they’d see each other again. If it hurt him, he didn’t show it. The man moved forward when he saw Tatta walking away after making the most of his time holding the girl’s hand, and he didn’t realize how close he had gotten until Y/N turned and found herself face-to-face with him. Her expression, which had shown sadness and barely disguised fear, shifted abruptly when her eyes met his. Her face reflected pure surprise, and Chishiya could even sense her breath catch in her throat. A few seconds of total silence passed, where all the noise around them faded into a mere echo, and Chishiya felt himself levitate, only to crash back down to earth when Y/N walked right past him without a second glance. Chishiya swallowed hard and regained his senses, quickly reconstructing his facade, which had slipped in mere milliseconds. He leaned against the car with his arms crossed, eyes forward, wearing a cold, bored expression as he tried to calm the heart hammering in his chest. The girl stood on the opposite side of the vehicle, also with her arms crossed and her gaze fixed ahead, wearing a cold, bored expression as she tried to calm her heart pounding in her chest. The girl was on the opposite side of the vehicle, also with her arms crossed, her mind drifting toward those thoughts she had been ignoring. “What is she doing here? I was doing just fine without him…” She knew it was a lie, but she had discovered soon after her painful rejection that the easiest thing was to pretend she didn’t need him when, in reality, it was all her body craved and her mind pleaded for.

“It’s going to be a long night.”

It turned out Kuina had lied about Niragi’s presence in the group. “I lie about your death, and you lie about Y/N’s company; we’re even,” Chishiya thought as he got into the car and fastened his seatbelt.

There were only four people, so the vehicle was practically empty. The driver had designated his friend as the co-pilot, leaving the uncomfortable pair in the back. Y/N refused to look at him throughout the journey, keeping her full attention on the buildings rushing past the window. For his part, Chishiya watched the girl in the rearview mirror, feeling a pang of nostalgia for her soft features, now tense, that had once looked at him with warmth.

The driver and co-pilot engaged in lighthearted, trivial chatter, and Chishiya was always impressed by the power of The Beach to change people’s mindsets; even though they had been partying just an hour earlier, they were now heading straight to the slaughterhouse. Y/N had always been a different story; she tried to approach things with a realistic optimism that made her aware of her surroundings. This had impressed him when they first met; she was nothing like the other residents of the hotel, and though it initially seemed foolish, he couldn’t help but be drawn to the comfort she offered. But he preferred discretion, reserve, and caution, which is why he remained stoic in his seat, and no one would be able to tell just how nervous, agitated, and even scared he felt at that moment. No one except Y/N. She might not have been the most capable in physical challenges or intelligence tests, but she excelled at reading people. She had been close enough to Chishiya and long enough to know that something was troubling the quiet man, something that made him withdraw, yet even knowing this, she wasn’t willing to forgive him so easily.

The buildings continued to disappear behind the car window, but Y/N felt time stand still when she sensed the gentle contact of a hand on her knee. She startled momentarily and turned her gaze to Chishiya. He wasn’t looking at her; his eyes remained fixed ahead with a relaxed expression, as if, for the first time in his life, he hadn’t initiated physical contact. Y/N watched him for a moment, waiting for him to turn toward her so she could ask what he thought he was doing. But that didn’t happen; Chishiya remained calm, eyes forward, his hand frozen on her knee. If Y/N hadn’t known it was the man’s hand, she might have thought a mannequin was touching her—motionless, barely warm, almost lifeless. But when the girl finally surrendered and turned her gaze back to the window, she felt the hand begin to trace regular patterns moving up her thigh; they were abstract shapes as she perceived them, and instead of swatting it away, which her pride urged her to do, she stayed still, savoring that unusual moment that could very well be considered a miracle.

Chishiya continued tracing patterns on the girl’s leg throughout the journey. “Abstract patterns,” she would say, though nothing could be further from the truth. With soft, steady touch, Chishiya traced the same phrase over and over on the girl’s bare skin: “I’m sorry.”

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