#this is like... fanfiction type interactions

[silkieluv]

In your opinion, what would be the ideal situation for Jay in upcoming Dragons Rising episodes/ seasons? Even if you think the writers would never take that angle, what would you most like to see in the show?

KSJDKSS OKAY OKAY!! (*sorry it took me so long to answer… I wanted to answer throughly)

There’s actually a few paths I would like to see with him…

1. Him staying with the ninja because he has to, but is extremely against it and them (kind of like season 3, but with Jay being just a tad more closed-off (a tad a lot).

did NOT like the Jaya moments they put (I love the moment and Jaya, I just didn’t like that they happened. In my opinion, Jay should’ve stayed farthest away from a woman who often ‘assaults’ him and claims to be his yang. And for someone who shattered his goodness, I wanted him to be really blunt about his feelings of uncomfortable and straight up call Nya to be in her place. (*It’s just a bit extreme, but there was a fic I read which did that. It took place at the tournament, around when they went to eat, and there was a confrontation between Nya and Jay and it worsened into Jay calling Nya a slut. I don’t expect the writers to do anything like that, it’s just an example of some extreme stuff I expected to at least find in fanfiction)

I also love the idea of everyone gathering together to try and get Jay’s memories back (after five years of separation, even after finding each other). Basically him being the heart of the team. Cole and his family moving in so Cole could be closer to Jay, Lloyd grounding his training for Arin, Wyldfyre, Sora, and Frak to stay in the monastery, Zane cooking certain smells and flavors Jay used to really love, Nya sticking to Jay’s side and sacrificing her free time and personal space for him, Kai working on his video games skills to play against Jay to try and spark old times, Pixal researching amnesia and what she can do, and them having meetings discussing him

I’m also the biggest fan of tension (sexual tension, awkwardness, jealousy, etc.) and that situation has so many different opportunities for different types of tension. I love that

2. Him sticking to his lonely bounty hunter arc… I would like to see him do horrible stuff the old Jay would swear to stay tf away from. Two reasons for that:

A) when he gets his memories/goodness back he’ll be absolutely petrified with himself, and the screams/his actions would hunt him and that’s something I’m so up for

B) the others having mixed feelings about him. With their high morals, do they really want a killer with them? Is it even their Jay anymore? They want the old Jay, not killer Jay… but they have to accept the version of him that they have, and change and stop him

I’ll just love to see Jay explore themes and go insane and shi. Being a bounty hunter is such a good start for darker themes and that’s seriously rad if you’re a big fan of them like me

3. Him wandering alone (giving up his bounty hunter job) and stumbling across old places, and maybe old people too….. (*ehem… Ed and Edna… ehem ehem)

I would like their interaction to be like with Jay being in an absolute pathetic, desperate state in the middle of a dessert. After miles of walking alone he stumbles across a junkyard. Something! He hears voices and sounds. He tries to break in (succeeds then gets caught) and his parents are confused, why is he begging them to let him stay? Nonetheless, helping him is first, questions are second. And they take care of him and eventually the ‘we’re your parents’ topic comes up, he asks for a dna test, they say he’s adopted, he’s like “seriously? Fat chance.” And rolls his eyes. They understand his difficulty with trusting them and they settle on a ‘we’ll take care of you until you’re ready to leave’ relationship and while his stay he warms up to them (still leaves), but visits once in a while

I mostly just really, REALLY don’t want him to be back with the ninja and love it. I would love to see him with them and hate it, him staying to himself is nice, but I absolutely don’t ever want him to just stay with them and warm up, no. Random people are telling you they’re your family, he shattered his goodness, you don’t just believe that or trust people like that. With that logic, he should have gone back to the administration/stayed with Ras.

I also don’t trust that his development won’t be his if he would be with them. Ninjago writers often like making his development start with others (both of his seasons are literally with him losing others, while, for example, Zane’s season is with him sacrificing himself for others, Kai’s season is him setting himself on a journey to find his parents, find out they’re bad guys, then not) (I MEAN that they’re more complex than ‘loses everyone and steps up’) (I do like that, both Skybound and Prime Empire are my top seasons, but it could’ve been even better if s12 would’ve been with Jay being on a journey to find his mother, or with s6 if it was with him realizing his boundaries problems without it having to do anything with Nya or whatever)

[towersofviolet]

this book is going to kill me. it's going to kill me

[betweenlands]

look i hate LLMs as much as the next person but can we please stop acting like a totally easy and feasible replacement would be installing a mod that just exists out of thin air and comes with a custom written set of quests and NPC dialogue branches.

that is not how writing works. that is not how writing dialogue for games works. i have literally written NPC dialogue for a minecraft map before and six short, unpolished, janky monologues with no branching whatsoever took me two weeks to finish. frankly i would rather have the LLM stank than put a bunch of under/unpaid writers or actors into crunch mode for a relatively minor aspect of an otherwise great server.

[sweetandglovelyart]

If I posted a fanfiction for Valentine’s Day would anyone read it? 👀

[mkstrigidae]

APWH preview snippet!

Since I'm actively trying to work on getting the next few chapters out, I thought I'd share a little future scene with some hints of Jonsa with all you lovely people! This bit is from like, a few chapters in the future bc it's the in-between that's giving me fits right now :) (Fair warning: this is unedited and subject to change! That being said, it's such a fun scene that I can't imagine ever nixing it :D)

“Does he even know that they have to avoid the press?”

“For the last time-“ Sam sighed, sounding completely exasperated, “Dickon knows what they can and can’t do- he’s got enough practice not being photographed from when our dad was the secretary. Not to mention spending time around you when that exposé on your crazy grandfather came out two years ago.”

“I just-“ Jon sighed, blowing a stray curl out of his face. “You didn’t see how freaked out she was when the press caught us at that performance in White Harbor. I thought she was going to have a full-blown panic attack.”

He was immediately derailed by Gilly plopping little Sam down in his lap and shoving a bottle into his hands.

“What’s this all about?” he raised a brow, adjusting the baby on his lap, allowing him to latch onto the cuff of his flannel shirt and start gnawing at the fabric. “You going somewhere?”

Gilly shot him a withering look, but he saw the amusement in her eyes.

“I-“ she gestured, imperiously, “Have not had time by myself to shower all week-“

“Sorry, love.” Sam winced, looking up from his pile of paperwork. “I can take a break from these-“

“Not your fault, Sam.” she waved him off. “You warned me about this conference at the beginning of the summer.” a grin played at the corners of her mouth. “Besides, it works out well- Jon needs a distraction right now from the fact that Sansa’s on a date with your extremely hot and conventionally attractive brother.”

“Hey!” Sam looked wounded, and Gilly rolled her eyes, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“You know you’re my favorite Tarly.” she wrinkled her nose. “How long have you been working on this presentation? You smell like the baby spit up on you.”

“Guess I’m next in line for showers.” Sam said, mournfully. “Unless-“

“Nope- I need my own time right now, Samwell. Did you even hear what I said about why Jon’s bent out of shape?”

Jon had known Gilly since Sam and she had met up north while the two of them were in college. Sometimes, it was hard to reconcile the timid, scared girl she had been with the woman who was currently devoting all of her remaining energy to busting his balls.

“Don’t tell me you’re worried about Sansa with my brother.” Sam snorted, shotgunning another cup of coffee next to him the way Jon was used to seeing undergrads do with jaeger shots. “I mean, this is Dickon we’re talking about. Used to bring wounded animals home to take care of them Dickon? The same guy who cried when we had movie night and Gilly and Rhae wanted to go see ‘Love, Simon’?” He shook his head. “Look, as far as guys she could be out on a date with right now go, Dickon’s kind of the best case scenario. She’ll have a nice time, and he’ll be a perfect gentleman.”

Jon blinked at him, silently turning to look up at Gilly, who rolled her eyes and sighed.

“You’re hopeless, sweetie.” she kissed him on the forehead again, wrinkling her nose. “He’s not worried that things will go wrong- he’s worried they’ll go a little too well.”

“You’ve been spending way too much time around my sister.” Jon muttered, narrowly avoiding little Sam’s grasping reach for his glasses, managing to get the baby to latch onto the bottle before he destroyed any more of Jon’s eyewear. “You even sounded like her just then.”

Sam blinked for a second, his head whipping between Jon and Gilly.“You’re jealous?” He asked, incredulously. “Of Dickon? Wait- you like Sansa?”

“Got there in the end.” Gilly sighed, affectionately patting him on the shoulder before going to shower, leaving Jon and Sam behind with four cups of coffee, one baby, and approximately five brain cells total between the two of them.

“You like her.” Sam repeated, like it was a giant revelation.

“What are we- in middle school?” Jon hissed, immediately turning his head down to smile and make faces at little Sam while he fed him, before glaring up at big Sam again. “I don’t- I mean-“

Sam was just shaking his head.“Of course you do.” he laughed. “Should have guessed- red hair and a damsel in distress? You were doomed from the outset.”

“Shut up.” Jon muttered, flushing. “It’s not like that.”

“Then why are you worrying about Dickon for fu-“ Sam glanced nervously at the baby, “-god’s sake? When Gill was meeting my family for the first time, I remember you told her not to worry- that my brother was ‘one of the best guys you know’ and ‘practically a golden retriever’.”

Jon could tell that Sam, who could not raise one eyebrow without the other, was desperately trying to do just that.

“I don’t know.” He muttered, moving little Sam to his shoulder to start burping him. “Look- I’m attracted to her, alright? It’s a fu- er, a giant disaster that I’m gonna ignore for the rest of my life.”

“Seriously?”

“Stop trying to do that with your eyebrows.” Jon complained. “It’s giving me motion sickness. And yes, seriously. I’m not even going to consider that- it’s just a stupid crush. Besides,” he sighed, rubbing little Sam’s back comfortingly, “Robb’s already dealing with enough right now with this whole Sansa situation- can’t imagine telling him I think his sister’s attractive while he’s being forced to suddenly confront all of his guilt and self loathing every time he looks at her.”

“That whole bro code thing of never dating your friend’s sisters never really made sense to me.” Sam shook his head, gulping down more coffee. “I mean, I’d be thrilled if you decided to date Talla, because I know you’d be good to her.”

“Yeah, don't think she'd quite go for that, mate.” Jon snorted, standing to bounce little Sam around gently. He was just grateful Sam hadn’t said anything else about Robb.

“Eh, wouldn’t count you out completely.” Sam shrugged, smirking. “With that hair, you’re pretty enough to be a girl- maybe that’d be enough for her.”

“You are so lucky i’m holding the baby.” Jon muttered, still bouncing little Sam, who picked that moment to spit up spectacularly down Jon’s back.

“Well, that’s three of us who’re gonna need showers now.” Sam grinned, looking thrilled as all get out that it hadn’t been him. “Wow- his aim is getting better.”

“I’m going to remind him of this when he’s a sulky teenager.” Jon grumbled, wiping spit-up off his shoulder as best he could. “Look- no gossiping with Rhae about this, please. She thinks she’s such a good clandestine agent that she doesn’t always realize that Robb is better at sniffing out her plots than she thinks.”

“Alright-“ Sam sighed, looking back down at the massive stack of paperwork in front of him. “I make no promises for Gill, though.”

“Gilly could give some of my Uncle’s colleagues at the WIA a run for their money when it comes to withstanding interrogation.” Jon snorted.

“Probably true.”

“Where did your brother take Sansa?” Still holding onto a now much happier baby with one hand, he reached down the other to take a gulp of his own coffee.

“He said something about going out towards the Tyrell Estate.” Sam shrugged. “They probably drove out there to see the gardens- he’s said it’s a good road to take his bike out on.”

Jon promptly spat out his entire sip of coffee, staining the front of his shirt as well as the back, and frightening little Sam enough that he started to cry.

“He took her on his motorcycle?”

Gilly picked that moment to reappear, completely clean and with wet hair, blinking at the scene in front of her.

Sam, who couldn’t seem to stop laughing, was desperately trying to calm down the baby, who had started wailing, while Jon’s entire front was covered in coffee and his entire back was covered in baby vomit. Not that he seemed to notice, as his face was white and he was making a series of angry looking hand gestures at her husband.

“I really can’t leave you three alone for five minutes, can I?” she sighed. “Do I even want to know?”

[nicespam1]

the real problem with booktok smut is that it’s all hot steaming dog ass. like 13 year old’s first 3 submissions to wattpad level bad. i am not exaggerating in the least when i say comparing that stuff to fanfiction is an insult to fanfiction

[starlxghtss]

As a fanfic writer and artist I'm generally concerned how much AI has taken over creative works...

i see a convo w a character ai and i keep scrolling

[aquanutart]

I was talking and I mentioned that I have my old Game Boy and original Pokemon cartridge. I said, "I think they still work."

I was told, "The internal batteries on the Game Boy cartridges have run out. They're all dead."

"Oh," I said, trying not to show how crestfallen I was. I felt like I was losing nerd cred for not knowing that, although I never kept up with that type of info anyway. I'm here for the fantasy and imaginative aspects of games, and tend not to follow the competitive or technical details.

I tried not to feel anything as I went home. If they were real animals, I reminded myself, I would have had to say goodbye long ago.

But like so many other people, Pokemon was my childhood. It was all I thought about and dreamed about, and the closest thing I could imagine to heartbreak was the knowledge that they weren't real. I spent nearly all my time writing longhand self-insert Pokemon fanfiction--far more than I spent actually playing the game. My Pokemon were with me in my imagination wherever I went. I started playing Pokemon Blue when I was 5, and the last time I had played it was probably when I was 9 or 10. I remembered I had turned it on again one more time after that, not to play it, but to look at my childhood Pokemon.

It was during high school, after a move overseas that completely upended my life, and I was struggling with the crushing blow of being taken away from everything I knew and trying to make sense of anything (least of all adolescence) in another language. All I wanted was to go back to childhood and have everything go back to how it was before.

Seeing my Pokemon, just as I'd left them, had comforted me. I had looked at their stats pages, taken photos of them with my digital camera (that I don't even know if I still have), and then turned it off without doing anything.

That was probably 9 or 10 years after the games came out. It had been a long time since then. I had long since taken the AA batteries out of my Game Boy Color and left it untouched. I didn't even have AA batteries anymore.

It had worked then. But now it had been 27 years... I thought about not trying to turn my cartridge back on. As long as I didn't turn it on, I could believe my Pokemon were still there, the way I remembered them.

On my day off, which happened to be Pokemon Day, I googled and read that some people on forums and Reddit were still able to play their original Pokemon games.

Then... it was possible. I went out to buy toothpaste. At the store, I asked where I could find AA batteries.

It was a big thing for me to be able to go to the store and buy things myself. When I moved at age 13, I felt like something went wrong with growing up. It was difficult to follow what people were saying, and people didn't always understand what I said either. I had been introverted even in English, but now I had enough negative experiences that I became afraid and stopped trying to talk to people altogether.

I threw myself into video games and reliving childhood memories. The internet was where I could communicate in my first language and understand. I lived online and didn't interact with the real world. On the internet I felt like I was understood and could find people who shared my interests the way I did, but in the real world it always felt like I could get hurt if anyone knew me.

I realize now that I could have had a better experience overseas if I'd known how to adapt and socialize, but this was not something I knew even in English, and trying to learn in another language made it ten times harder. I'm sorry now for missing out on interactions that I know I could have had, but I just didn't know how. I wouldn't know how until I learned, and it took me a long time to learn.

I grew up online, in the company of others who had trouble fitting in with the real world, even in their own language. Those experiences shaped me, and the friendships I've made and support I've received online are invaluable to me. The internet gave me a way to live, and through it I learned how to interact with others. But in many ways, for many years, it felt like my life was put on hold and I stopped growing up.

Several years ago I moved back, to not far from where I was born, and I was able to work for the first time. I began to interact with people and feel like I had a place in the real world.

After shutting myself away for so many years, every little step I made out in the world felt terrifying. But every little thing I did on my own made me feel like I was living for the first time.

Even something as little as going to the store and buying a pack of batteries.

I was directed to a shelf at the end of an aisle, and found myself looking at a rack of lithium AA batteries. Did they not sell the old kind anymore?

I walked around to the other side and was relieved to find the familiar black and brown Duracell batteries I'd known from my childhood. I felt more confident about putting in a battery that looked the same as I remembered. The smallest pack they sold was an 8-pack for $12.99. I really didn't need 8 batteries. I didn't have any other devices that used them.

I thought, what if I turn it on and it doesn't work and I'll have wasted $12.99?

I also thought we might already have batteries. I might be able to say, "Mom, do we have any batteries?" and she'd pull out two AAs from a drawer somewhere and I'd save my money.

But somehow I felt like part of what was important about this was being an adult and being able to buy my own batteries.

Yet... what if it just ended up making me sad? Was it better not to know?

I went to the checkout with just the toothpaste and stood hesitating at the edge of the checkout line.

If I didn't get the batteries now, and it turned out we didn't have any batteries, I wouldn't try it. I knew I would just put it off until even more time passed, and then... "Are you in line?" someone asked me.

"No," I said, and I turned around and went back to the shelf.

I bought the batteries.

At home, I took out my original Game Boy Color from the drawer where I left it, the one my dad had surprised me with when I was 5 years old and that I had brought overseas and back.

I put the batteries in and turned it on without a cartridge first to make sure the batteries were inserted correctly. The Game Boy logo scrolled across the screen and it made the familiar blinging Game Boy startup noise. I turned it off again, satisfied.

I took out my original Pokemon Blue cartridge, momentarily having to remember which way it went in, and slotted it in.

I turned it on, watched the whole Pokemon Blue intro out of nostalgia, and then pressed START.

My heart leaped for joy.

MY POKEMON!!!! MY POKEMON ARE ALIVE!!! 🥺🥺🥺

My original Pokemon, that were with me in 1998 when I was 5-6 years old, are still with me 27 years later. I want to cry!!! I love the old sprites, I'm SO happy to see them again 😭😭😭 the Pokemon look so little and cheerful at the same time, which I love 🥺🥺🥺 I know there are people with many more hours on their games, who have leveled all their Pokemon to 100. But these are my Pokemon who were with me through my childhood, and I spent many more hours making up stories about them than actually playing the game. I'm so happy to see them again 😭😭😭

All I want is to see my Pokemon. My other Pokemon are in boxes. Now, how do I get to the nearest PC? Where am I?

Oh... Oh. I have to confess something. When I was a kid, I was scared of the dark cave areas, and whenever I got to them, I stopped playing for a while. (I was stuck at Mt. Moon until I was like, 7.) So I never actually beat the game.

And here I am on Victory Road, with the team of Pokemon I was taking to the Elite Four, without an Escape Rope.

The only way for me to see my other Pokemon is... to finally make it through Victory Road, after 27 years?!

[dontbelasagnax]

I find as fandom has assimilated towards a capitalist mindset of consumption, there has been a larger focus on fanart and fanfiction- both in spaces that view creatives as "content creators" and spaces where creatives are seen as writers and authors but lauded similarly to celebrities or deities for gracing the common people with their creations.

This has produced a side effect wherein fanart and, primarily, fanfiction are seen as the Best Forms Of Transformative Works... which means that any other type of transformative work is thrown by the wayside.

There should be no hierarchy of fanworks - every single work is a labor of love (or spite... I see y'all throwing middle fingers to canon 😉) and should be recognized as such. Fandom is a community. It's not a transactional relationship. Everyone contributes and interacts out of shared passions and interests.

If you make podfics, gifs, photo edits, fanvids, fan binding, metas, fiber arts, jewelry, fanmixes, translate fics to another language, run/contribute to a fan wikia or compile lore and resources in other ways: I see, appreciate, and cherish all the hard, love fueled work you put into your creations.

Not to say that fanfic and digital art are over-appreciated (Since I do see that many people are allergic to pressing reblog. It's a community. We're supposed to share and communicate. Lurkers are valid but for the most part, interaction with like-minded people is what fandom is intended for.) but the pedestal they are placed on needs to be lowered. Your favorite artists and authors are real people with real lives. They piss and shit just like you. They work in retail and healthcare and are unemployed due to disability. There is nothing extraordinary about them and they are wonderful human beings all the same. No one is better than anyone else. We're all equals here on this playground.

That said, I think we need to uplift the underappreciated fanworks and creators and give them more attention so they are on equal footing with fanfic writers and fanartists. Reblog the gifsets and tell the creator you're in love with how they colored the gifs, keyboard smash in the tags when reblogging a plush doll someone crocheted of your blorbo, try listening to a podfic on your commute home instead of an audiobook and remember to leave a comment when you get home.

As a final note, I want to give a warm hug to anyone who has sat refreshing tumblr or ao3 hoping that maybe someone will tell them they did a good job. To anyone who has considered quitting their fandom endeavors because their posts or works never get as much attention and love as the rest of the artworks or fics in the fandom tags, your creations are worth making and sharing. Numbers do not equate to quality, nor can they convey how loved your creations are by a given person. Only you can bring your unique sparkle to fandom and your presence is absolutely welcome no matter how big or small, grandiose or inconsequential, important or worthless you think it is.

[bonsubear]

Reader loves Invincible but hates Mark┃Mark/Invincible x Fangirl! Reader ┃#1

Hi, I haven’t written fanfiction for a hot minute so I’m terribly rusty. So, if this isn’t coherent oops. Also, if Mark is OOC just close one eye and keep reading hehe.

Inspired by @/tiramissyoucake and the anonymous asker who requested a short story of Reader hating Mark but loving Invincible!!! I like that idea very much so I’m stealing it for a moment >:)

#1, #2

WC: 1.6k

He should probably feel annoyed about the fact that this girl in his biology class seems to hate him with each fiber of her being for no reason—her eyes always hard with disdain and her mouth quick to shoot an insult whenever he did an action or said something she didn't like (which was basically anything, even breathing) but oddly enough, he didn’t.

She had transferred to his school before his powers kicked in and before his superhero alter ego, Invincible, was born. She was in a couple of his classes besides biology. On some occasion his eyes couldn’t help drifting to her, noting one or two things about her.

From what Mark could tell, she was quiet and kept to herself. You’d think that she was a hard-working student who was diligently taking notes with how she would pretend to type something important on her laptop, but he always quietly chuckled at the sight of her on some shady website reading an obscure comic.

He would quite literally watch her browse through comics with long titles and choose the most outrageous plot then shift her laptop away from the direction of other students as if people (aka him) behind her couldn’t clearly see what she was doing.

Oh, and in English class she would tuck her air pods in her ears and try to cover them with her hair—playing some sort of audio book or a YouTube video. Even though she would try and hide her reactions, Mark could tell whenever something amusing happened. The small quirk of her lips, how fast she would twirl her hair, and the slight sway of her body as she stared blanky at empty air while listening intently.

Also, you were a fan of shopping for clothes and accessories. Nearly every day he would notice a brand-new item or piece of clothing on her. It could be a new, shiny necklace that fits perfectly on her chest or a new jacket that was too neat to be old. She also shopped for cosmetics like perfume that smelled differently from the last and a new subtle shade of lipstick that was applied perfectly on her lips.

Though her spending habits didn’t go well with her checking account. Mark caught the girl pouting multiple times looking at her bank account that was a little bit too low for anyone’s liking, refreshing the screen as if the number would change.

...

Okay, maybe he took note of a little bit more than one or two things. Whatever, sue him.  

But for some unexplained reason, this girl had serious hatred toward him. The type of hatred you’d think Mark did something absolutely horrible. Like, shooting her childhood pet or punching her elderly grandmother.

He never did any of those things or anything else. However, he must've done something to piss her off at some point to declare him public enemy #1.

“I’m going to throw acid at your face and make you blind if you don’t stop staring at me.”

“Nerds are usually smart, thanks for going against the stereotype.”

“I went to Loserville and the residents told me you were the mayor.”  

“Wow, you killed that, Mark! … Next time make it yourself.”

It was insult after insult every time he interacted with her.

“Dude, why do you keep trying to talk to her? It ends the same way every time.” William deadpanned after he witnessed yet another verbal attack on Mark, you walking away without sparing a single glance back. “Don’t tell me your one of those guys who get off on that sort of thing.”

“No! No! Why would you suggest that?”

“You’re seriously asking me that?” He flatly replied, raising his brow. “That girl clearly hates your guts! Yet everyday you try to talk to her as if she didn’t tell you to kill yourself the other day.”

“Eh, more like every day.”

“See! Hates you!”

“Your right, William. I’ll stop trying to be friends with her…”

“Atta boy!”

“… soon.”

“Come on, man!”

Then, when Mark’s powers kicked in and he became Invincible—he got busy and stopped trying to talk to you. Not that he lost interest didn't want to get to know you, but so much things were happening.

His eyes still wandered to you in class, noticing that your hair looked different so that must mean you went to another shopping spree and got a new shampoo or conditioner and other things—but Mark was busy trying to be the best he could be so interactions with you stopped.

That was until he saved your life during an attack as Invincible.

Holding the civilian in his arms tightly as he landed down, small bits of debris on his shoulders as he let out a small huff, he shifted his gaze around to see if any other civilians needed his attention. “It was a good thing I caught you in time.” Mark smiled, his eyes blinking behind his goggles as he looked down at the person he was holding in his arms.

His eyes widened in shock (though you couldn’t tell because of the goggles) when he realized who he had just saved.

Holy shit, it’s you.

And fuck, why were you staring at him so cute? Your eyes that would stare at him with hatred were instead filled with adoration and admiration as your hands were basically trembling holding your phone to your chest.

“I—uh—wow—um,” His voice was caught in his throat, his breath hitching as he wasn’t used to this type of look on you. You stared at him like he was the only thing that mattered in the whole world, and Mark could feel his stomach flip flop as he averted his gaze. “Are, are you hurt?” He squeezed the words out his throat, looking back at your wide eyes that were still filled with that adoration.

“Yes! Yes! I’m perfectly fine now, Invincible! Thank you so much!” You happily yelped, suddenly wrapping your arms around his neck. You squeezed tight, practically burying your face as if he was oxygen and you were trying to fill your lungs.

The scent of your shampoo filled his nose, and he recognized that it was the same one you used on Tuesday. It smelled good.

Play it cool, play it cool.

“N-No problem, citizen!”

“You’re the best Invincible, thank you so much! Thank you!’ You pulled away from the grip you had on his neck, “I’m going to follow you home!”

“What?”

“I-I mean, I’m so indebted to you!” You squealed like a fangirl. Your cheeks were flushed a pretty pink, your whole body shaking from not the adrenaline of almost being killed but instead because of the excitement of Invincible holding you. “Ever since you made your debut as a hero, I’ve been such a huge fan of yours! And now you’re here and y-you saved me!”

… You’re a fan?

He carefully let you down on the floor, your legs catching yourself as he turned around to hide the fact that his cheeks were burning a deep shade of red. “Please, uh, evacuate! It’s not safe in this area—I have to go, s-sorry."

“Anything for you! Stay safe Invincible!”

And anything for him indeed because after that day, you were always decked out in school with some sort of Invincible merchandise attached to you. Keychains, stickers, shirts, nails themed after his suit, and more. Jesus, you even changed the wallpaper on your phone and laptop to pictures of him!

“Wow, you really like that Invincible guy.” Will whistled, pointing out the chibi Invincible phone charm that was attached to your phone case.

“Of course I do! He’s the best hero ever. The coolest guy and the most handsomest!” You whipped around, bursting in happiness at the mention of Invincible. “You would be an idiot not to like him.” You eyed Mark at the ‘idiot’ part, before turning back to Will. “I always liked him when he first appeared on the news, but oh my fucking God after he saved my life, I had to make my love for him public!”

“W-What does that mean?” Mark asked, intrigued.

“What it fucking means, dipshit. It’s obvious.” You hissed, turning to him, “What fan doesn’t have a shrine to their idol? Their one and only? Are you stupid?”

That was not obvious—wait shrine?

“I have photographs of him, official and fan made merch, posters—everything! He’s basically my husband at this point.” You swayed in your seat, your cheeks turning pink with how you were shamelessly gushing about him. You continued to ramble as Mark Grayson stared in disbelief, the girl who hates him loves him at the same time.

You love Invincible but hate Mark.

That made Mark feel… weird. There were butterflies in his stomach as he continued to stare at you and his chest felt a little heavy. He was upset, but not at you—which is odd because it should be towards you—but instead toward himself? Towards Invincible that you were so excited at the thought of his superhero alter ego instead of him.

Was he jealous... of himself?

"How much do you like him?" Mark asked quietly, tilting his head.

"I'll let him crack me open." You sighed dreamily without a second of hesitation, and Mark choked on his spit as soon as he heard that. "Also, correct yourself—I don't just like him, I love him. Now, go away and stop bothering me, loser." You turned around in your seat before he could say that Will was the one to bother you first, not him.

He continued to stare at the back of your head, dumbfounded at how you were a big Invincible fan. A big fan of him.

The urge to turn you around and tell you that he was Invincible was strong. Not because he wanted to rub it in your face that the guy you actively hate on was actually your favorite superhero but because he wanted you to stare at him with those big eyes of adoration toward Mark Grayson, not Invincible.

...

Jesus, what was wrong with him?

This is kinda bad but uh, I tried :P Goodnight I have to wake up at 6 am dfjndfnsj

[bearseulgs]

enha is the type of boyfriend to...

gn!reader x ot7!enhypen

genre: fluff, love languages (?)

wc: 671

warnings: non-sexual dominance, physical affection (cuddling), slight implications of fights, slight implications of emotional constipation

희승 Heeseung

Heeseung is the type of boyfriend to insist he carry your bags for you when you go to the mall, or tie your shoes when they come loose

he isn't toxically masculine, nor is he too terribly jealous (still a bit tho), but he still commits acts of non-sexual dominance to ensure others know who you're with

his acts of service not only let you know that he's there for you, but also others around you

not only does he love showing off that he's yours, but he also loves making your life easier with simple actions

제이 Jay

Jay is the type of boyfriend to hold you any chance he gets

he loves having you in his arms, whether it's back hugs in the kitchen or laying down with you on the sofa

when he's tired, it's easy for him to knock out, but when he's exhausted, he wants you there with him

he's not a huge physical touch guy, yet he still jumps at any opportunity to hold you close, like offering you his lap when you have no seat

제이크 Jake

Jake is the type of boyfriend to want to be by your side through anything

whether you're cuddled up in bed or hiking a new trail, he loves spending time with you and will always ask you to go out with him, turning non-romantic activities into dates

his favorite is asking you to walk Layla or go grocery shopping with him because of how domestic it feels

he knows he wants you in his life forever, and so he will always try to include you in it

성훈 Sunghoon

Sunghoon is the type of boyfriend to tag along when you go out with your friends

he doesn't talk or act much, but he wants to spend the time with you

he values quality time, even if he's not proper interacting with you, having you close by is reassuring and intimate to him

it's convenient for him when your friends suddenly text you asking to go to the mall when he's at your house, because then he doesn't even have to ask; you just invite him with you

even though he feels safe enough to be louder around you, he feels especially safe knowing he can be quiet and just enjoy your presence

선우 Sunoo

Sunoo is the type of boyfriend to dote on you endlessly

he will pamper you with affection, care, and gifts at any opportunity, wanting nothing more than your happiness and wellbeing

one of his favorite things to do would be unwinding with you after a long day, preparing a bubble bath and laying a mask on your face

he would wash your hair for you, even though he is also exhausted, because it relaxes him to do these tasks for you and take care of you

정원 Jungwon

Jungwon is the type of boyfriend to get defensive of you

he knows you can fight your own battles, but that doesn't stop him from trying to do it for you

whether it's standing up against a bully or fending off a creep, Won will always guard you against offenders

it's his way of taking care of you and helping himself feel better about your condition

as much as he loves domestic care, he prides himself on being your defender (even if he gets a bit overprotective sometimes lol)

니키 Ni-ki

Ni-ki is the type of boyfriend to tease you up close and admire you from afar

as playful as he gets, you are still his one and only, and he can never forget that

if you're ever asleep with him, he'll admire your features, gazing softly at every detail of your face until you wake up, then he'll start poking at your cheeks and joking about how fluffy they get

as much as it seems he wouldn't want to get mushy, he still GUARANTEES you know how much he loves you

dating him, you have to be okay with playful bickering, but he also recognizes the importance of reassurance, even if it's not his strong suit

a/n: i felt kinda delulu rereading this and then i remembered i literally write fanfiction on tumblr dot com

©️ bearseulgs 2024

[pinkolve]

Better-A Spencer Reid Fanfiction

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Summary: Penelope drags you to a bar to meet one Spencer Reid, insisting he's 'just your type.' (She was right.)

Genre: Fluff fluff fluff!!!!

CW: Reader acts a little overstimulated and socially anxious, reader wears glasses, fem!reader, very awkward!reader (to match spencer's freak), use of y/n, first person point of view, early seasons spencer reid because he's my baby, reader is very insecure, reader has an inner monologue, ooey gooey mushy cheesy fluff

Word Count: 1,065

A/N: Hello again!! I'm kind of proud of this one, I think it's pretty cute. I'm thinking of making a part two where you guys go on a nice little date, lemme know if you'd read it!!!

“These heels are fucking stupid.” I groan to Penny.

“At least they look super hot.” Penny shrugged, trying to make me feel better.

“Yeah, not on me.” I groan again, stumbling a little.

“Oh don’t give me that.” I nod right away, waving off her comment.

“Right right, sorry.” Penny had told me I need to stop being so negative about myself. Clearly, I wasn’t doing very well.

“I’m so used to flats, how does any woman manage this?! Jesus Christ!” Penny just laughed.

“We’re almost there, sugar, just take it easy.” We rounded a corner and the bar came into view. We walked up the sidewalk towards the door.

“Remind me why I let you convince me into doing this?” She offered me a hand when my ankle bent a little.

“Hot nerd, remember?”

“Right, right. Spencer’s his name?” I ask.

“Yup! You’re gonna love him, everyone does.” She opens the door and we walk in, the loud music reaching my ears within seconds. I can somehow smell every single person’s drink at once. The music is already starting to get on my nerves. This guy better be as hot as Penny insists he is.

“Please tell me he’s here already. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to stand the smell in this place.” My face sours.

“Yeah, yeah! He said he’s somewhere at the bar with Derek!” She looked at me with sympathy. “I promise everything will be alright, I’ll drive you home whenever you’re ready to go.” She smiles and grabs my hand gently.

“Thanks, Pen.” I smile back and let her lead me to the bar. I look down as a bit of hair gets stuck in my lip gloss. I sputter, trying to pull it away. Right when I look up I’m face to face with the infamous Spencer Reid. I notice Penny’s hand is no longer holding my own but I can’t look away from his gaze to find her.

“Hey.” His cheeks are dusted pink, and he offers me an awkward smile. All the words I could possibly say back get caught in my throat. My face is impossibly hot and I can feel every single part of my body practically light on fire. Penny was right…He is insanely hot. I push my glasses up on my face and shake my head.

“Hi, sorry!” I giggle nervously, already embarrassed with myself. “I’m Y/N.”

“Spencer.” He replies. His voice is soft and quiet, like he’s telling me a secret.

“So, Derek and I are gonna go get our groove on!” Penny’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts. I look over at her as does Spencer. “You two lovebirds have fun!” She squeals before dragging Derek off to the dance floor. I stare at them as they walk off, feeling almost betrayed that she would leave me to fend for myself like this.

“Did she drag you here too?” Spencer’s voice pulls me back in. I look over and his eyes are already locked on my own.

“Yeah, she did.” I laugh. “I mean, I can’t say she had to force me. I was looking forward to meeting you. She did have to force me to put on these devil heels though.” I scowl down at my feet. Spencer lets out a breathy chuckle. I look back up at him with a wide smile.

“She did have to force me. I’m not really good with social interactions. But I’m glad I caved and came anyway.” He looked down at his hands, smiling.

“She talked you up a lot, she really wanted me to come tonight.”

“She talked you up too.” He nodded to himself.

“Oh god, what’d she say about me?” I cringe, remembering all the horrible things she knows about me.

“She said you were sweet, and funny. She also may or may not have used the term, ‘smoking hot,’ when referring to you as well.” Spencer huffed out a short laugh, still staring at his hands.

“Oh geez.” I rub a hand over my forehead. “She always makes me sound way better than I actually am.” Spencer finally looks at me again, his smile suddenly gone.

“What do you mean?” His eyebrows furrowed. I worry I upset him somehow.

“Well-” I take a big gulp. “I just mean that she always says I’m ‘super hot’ and makes me sound like some kind of super model, but I’m very far from it.” My reply is met with silence. Great, you already scared him off with your self-deprecation. Can you be normal for even a second?!

“Honestly, how she described you wasn’t correct at all.” Spencer pauses. And this is the part where he admits that he thought I’d be much hotter than I am. “She said you were ‘smoking hot,’ but I’d say you’re much more…’a goddess who walks the earth.’” He thinks for a second before laughing. “God, that was so cheesy wasn’t it?” He brings a hand up to cover his face. I’m beyond stunned. I can’t even bring myself to move a muscle. I can’t even make my fingers so much as twitch. Spencer’s smile fades and his face is still covered by his hand. I start to realize he probably thinks he’s ruined this, just as I did a couple seconds ago.

“I don’t think anyone’s ever said something that kind about me.” Spencer moves his hand and meets my gaze. His face is just as red as mine feels. “Guys always tell me I’m hot or…Something along those lines. But no one has ever said something so…” I pause. “I don’t even have a word for it. I feel like I’m about to burst into tears like a fuckin’ idiot. That was the sweetest thing I have ever heard.” My eyes are watery as I stare up at him. He’s so different. Spencer’s smile returns and his eyes practically fucking sparkle.

“I’m surprised no one’s ever said something like that to you before. Were all the people you met blind perhaps?” I burst out in a fit of giggles. Spencer watches me laugh with the most dopey smile on his face.

“Apparently they might have been.” I laugh. I take a deep breath. “You know…How Penny described you wasn’t quite correct either.” His face falters.

“Am I better or worse than she described?”

“Better.” I respond without missing a beat. “So much better.” I sigh dreamily.

[spiderlilydreams]

I'm sorry it's been so long. This fanfiction has been sitting in my notes, so I'm excited to finally post it. ^^ I'm sorry about the grammar.

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Warning: 18+ only!! Smut!! Minors do not interact.

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Bumpy Ride To The Beach ❤️

You were going on a trip to the beach with The Phantom Troupe. You were there most recent member, and this beach trip was supposed to be a mission, but of course everyone saw it as a vacation to the beach.

Nabunaga decided on driving since he was the most responsible. Uvo took passenger seat because of his massive size, and front row sat Hisoka, Shizuku, and Machi. Second row sat Pakunada, Chrollo and Illumi. Last row sat Phinks, Shalnark, Feitan... And you on Feitans lap. Originally it was supposed to be Phinks, but Phinks was already too tall to fit in the back. Shalnark was off the table, because he had a unique case of car sickness where he had to look at a screen to not get sick. The others either didn't trust you, or you didn't trust them either. So the last available... Was someone smaller, who you didn't really know too much about. He was usually reserved, and hard to read. You knew he tortured people for the Troupe, but it only seemed that he tortured to interrogate. You thought to yourself he's at least better than Hisoka, or Illumi... Right?

It was a hot day, and all you girls decided on wearing your swimsuits under your clothes. Due to the heat though, you weren't wearing much clothing. Shorts that barely covered your ass cheeks, and a thin crop top that was practically see through, but it was breathable. Your bikini top underneath sculpted your breast's nicely, and most of the Troupe did a double take when you approached the van. You tried hiding behind Machi because Hisoka was looking creepily at your form.

The person who had the lap you'd be sitting on, Feitan, peered over, his eyebrow raising slightly and eyes narrowing. You couldn't tell if he liked what he saw, or if he was judging you. He always hides under that mask of his.

Everyone got into the van, you being the last one. The seating arrangement seemed to be Phinks by the window, Feitan in the middle, and Shalnark on the outside. You dreaded being in the middle, on Feitans lap nonetheless. Shalnark slid out of the seat with a smirk. "Your throne, royal highness." Shalnark joked, bowing before you. Feitan glared at him, man spreading a bit. You noticed he was still wearing his usual outfit, which shocked you, due to the heat. Maybe he was used to the heat, but still it seemed way too hot for such a outfit, that was black at that. You approached him, stumbling a bit and almost falling face first on Feitan. Feitan sighed, seeming annoyed, and Shalnark and Phinks laughed. "This is going to be a long ride, huh Feitan?" Phinks asked, playfully punching Feitans arm.

You tried your best to sit closer to Feitans knees rather than more back for obvious reasons. You blushed as you felt his eyes staring at the back of your head, trying to distract yourself by looking out the window. Phinks was already asleep, and Shalnark was focused on his phone game. In the front, Nabunaga began getting road rage, his driving becoming a bit more erratic. Suddenly the van went over a bump, causing you to fall back onto Feitan, the ride becoming more bumpy, your soft, barely covered ass grinding into Feitans crotch. You covered your blushing face in embarrassment, hoping that it'd get less bumpy, but it didn't. Feitan let out a groan that was barely audible near your ear from behind, making your heart speed up, and wetness to begin seeping into the bikini bottoms you were wearing. You cursed yourself for your choice of clothing, your body jiggling obscenely over every obstacle in the road. You wondered if Feitan had that same look on his face, or something... more aroused. You didn't think of Feitan as the type to get aroused, him always seeming so indifferent to people.

You all went over another bump, and this time when your ass grinded against Feitan on accident... You felt something hard and pressed against your ass, the length through the pants nuzzled between your soft thighs, the tip of it bumping into your pussy through your shorts. You bit your lip, trying to suppress a moan, the grinding of Feitans erection against you causing your body to heat up and more wetness to ruin your bikini. You tried moving away from his lap towards his knees again, but his slender, cold hands grabbed you around the waist, pulling you back on his aching cock. This time he positioned you so that his tip could rub against where your opening would be through your shorts. You thought about how all it'd take is for him to pull down his pants and boxers, easily slipping your sorry excuse for shorts and bikini bottoms to the side, and just slip inside you right here, right now. Your heart raced, the sensation of the grinding making you want to moan.

His boney, cold fingers delicately explored your hot, exposed skin above the hem of your shorts, making you let out a small gasp. No one seemed to notice as he continued rubbing your skin teasingly. You realized this man had tortured and killed before, masterful with his hands at getting people to respond in the most extreme ways. You realized what kind of man was teasing your flesh, as if it were another form of torture, fingers reaching just a inch closer to the hem of your bikini bottoms, just a bit closer. It was sinful, awful, letting such a man touch you, but you were far gone. You're a Phantom Troupe member now, so all reason slipped your mind, your morals dissolving as his long fingers slowly slipped into your bikini bottoms, the cold pad of his thumb resting right on your hard, pulsing clit making you moan softly, you immediately making sure no one heard.

"Keep down or no more." Feitan growled in your ear with his signature way of speaking, his raspy voice electrifying you, as you felt a small gush of your liquids spill out of you. Feitan gripped your hip, making sure you didn't move as his index finger ran up your soaked slit, making you softly whimper. "You like this?" Feitan almost mockingly whispered in your ear, making you shiver. He laughed lightly, pressing his long middle finger at your opening. The van just then went over another bump, causing his finger to slip about an inch inside of you. "So eager." Feitan teased, making you blush. You tried bucking into his finger, but he just gripped your hip tighter. It'd definitely leave a bruise. Feitan cursed in his native tongue under his breath as he slipped the rest of his middle finger inside you, flexing it and exploring your soft inner walls, making your back arch slightly. At this point, you didn't care if anyone would see your mind foggy with lust as Feitan curled his long finger, the pad of it rubbing against your most pleasing spot. Feitan chuckles, holding you down as he rubs the side of his thumb against your little clit, his long finger still slipping in and out of your tight heat, middle finger so masterfully hitting your spot. You squirt a little when you orgasm, back slightly arched as your body twitches, Feitan holding you back with his arm so your orgasm isn't noticeable, your face hanging as you cover your mouth with your hand, concealing any sound, your orgasm still going as Feitan continues fingering you through it, a sadistic smile on his face under his mask. When your pussy stops gripping his finger and pulsing around it, he slowly removes it, slipping his hand out of your bikini bottoms and shorts. He takes a look around, and Phinks is asleep, Shalnark is asleep with his phone pressed up against his face, and the people in front are distracted or also asleep. He removes his mask for a couple seconds, slipping his middle finger dripping with your liquids into his mouth, sucking lewdly on it until it's completely clean. He puts back on his mask, and you notice his throbbing cock under you, you too lost in your previous pleasure to pay attention to his need. Precum soaks his boxers, and he tries to settle his arousal, it near impossible to after fingering you like that, and having you grind into him due to the road. He puts his hand back on your hip, gripping it and putting his mouth next to your ear. "We do more later." He whispers.

[idkfitememate]

A Boar? In This Economy? Pt. 3

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૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! Boar Reader x Mondstadt (Genshin World)

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 3.1k

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Fluff to angst to fluff again, crack

You thought that the interaction you had with the boys would be enough to satiate you for a long while.

Well you were wrong.

Because now all you wanted to do was go into Mondstadt and see everyone.

There was one thing holding you back, however…

…And that was wondering where the story was.

Now, you unironically had been getting “vIsIoNs Of ThE fUtUrE”, or rather the updates and current story as it continued in your world.

Your world…

Shaking off the slight homesickness, continued on your mission. Finding out where ever which ever sibling was in the story.

What you weren’t expecting however was to watch a Paimon being fished out by a hungry looking Aether.

Oh Gods.

Oh Fuck.

THE STORY HASN’T EVEN STARTED????

This is new, considering that in nearly every fic about the SAGAU the story was up to the current update or it had stopped all together.

… Did you mention that you were a vivid reader of fanfiction? And player of Genshin? Because you were.

Tiptoeing backwards, you suddenly hear the shrill voice of a certain fairy… as in fairly large pain in your ass-

“Oh! If you’re really hungry you should go hunt that boar right there! I’ve never seen a painted one though…”

OH SHIT OH FUCK-

You ran away before the blonde could even turn around, hearing Paimon’s voice call out for you to stand still. No you weren’t gonna stand still!

You continued to run, cursing yourself out in your head for being noticed.

You were happy where you were! With your family! You already interacted with Mondstadt in the form of Razor and Bennet, that was enough!

You rushed deeper and deeper into the forest, stopping when you noticed your family ahead. Trotting before them, you laid down in front of the fire.

Ever since finding you, they refused to eat boar meat, switching to fox and bird so you wouldn’t have to sit and watch them cook something that looked like you, which was nice.

Right now they were roasting a bird over the fire, spices filling your nose as you curled up around it. Another change was the increase of Mita and Lawa and samachurls at the camp. Two of each element for each type of churl to protect the camp, and you.

This was also true for other mobs. Slimes and Whopperflowers, anything else in the immediate area. The number was upped.

And with your heightened heart rate?

The number only went up.

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🍰🍦🍫୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

By now, Aether and the small girl he had come to find was named Paimon had already cleared out a Hilichurl camp with the Outrider of Mondstadt, Amber.

Wiping sweat off her forehead, she turned to the duo.

“For some reason, the number of Hilichurl camps has been growing rapidly in the past year, even more so than before. Your help is immensely appreciated!” She said, sighing.

Aether only stood by before speaking up.

“Have you seen a painted boar around here?” He questioned.

“Oh! Yeah! The Boar of the Wilds! Yeah, quite the trouble maker they are. They’re a weird boar too, sticking around Hilichurls and the such. But they help the kids so we don’t see them as too much of a threat. Why?” Amber smiled as she turned around to face the Traveler, who was glaring at a now heavily sweating Paimon.

“No reason…” He said through grit teeth, making Paimon shake and mutter something about ‘not knowing’ or something of the sort.

“Well anyway, let’s get you into the city Traveler!”

And with that, the trio continued on their walk, unaware of the slime watching them.

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🍪🍮🧁୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

So you really are at the start of the story.

You paced around the fire as your family watched sitting cross legged.

You had two options:

1. Travel with Aether and see all 7 nations.

Or

2. Stay where you are and live with your family till the story ends.

Your first instinct was, of course, to stay with your family. You had built a life here, no matter how crude.

Your family cared for you and you them. These specific mobs were going to live on in your heart and you’d be damned if you’d leave them. Because if you did, the odds of travelers and others of that nature might find them and…

Well you didn’t want to think of what’d happen.

You shook you head and snorted, pacing faster. You ignored the worried cries of those around you as you continued to think.

Now that the story started, that meant that shit was about the hit the fan.

You had noticed a lack of Divalin, and more windstorms. With how happy things had been, you tired to ignore it.

Ignore the signs.

But a small voice in the background of your head had told you.

It told you that the story had started. That you’d have to do something.

But if you did you’d mess up the whole story, and then you wouldn’t be able to predict what happens next and you’d loose all sense of control you felt you’d had.

The abyss.

You glanced back at your family.

One thing you made sure of was that there were no Abyss Mages around. Without them, your family was more than docile around humans, not truly seeing a reason to hurt them without cause.

When they would try to reverse the curse… if you left your family…

…

…

… You rammed into a tree.

Small screams erupted from them as the tree tilted over and fell, the top splintered from the bottom where you rammed it. Letting out a loud squeal, you rammed into another.

Why was this so difficult??

On the one hand, with your knowledge you could probably make so many lives better and easier!

But on the other, after you help one, it could cause a ripple effect and make you loose your grasp on what was happening, leaving you unable to help.

And with cautious you were, you didn’t even know if you’d come back if you’d die!

Would you be willing to die for these people?

Another tree fell.

You’d die easier than a human, what happens if you die.

What happens if you’re forced to leave your family?!

You rammed another tree.

Your breathing quickened and your eyes started to water.

The wind began to pick up.

When your hooves made contact with the ground, the earth rumbled.

You could no longer hear the shouts and cries of those around you.

What would happen when you died?

Would your blood be gold?

More trees fell.

Your eyes were blurred with tears.

You were barreling through the Forrest at this point, mind of every type crying out to you.

Crying out for you to stop.

You didn’t want to die.

But others would die for you.

You could stop so much.

… You could’ve stopped so much.

When the thought hit that while you’ve been messing around for just over a year, people were getting hurt, you ran faster, and hit harder.

The wind whipped harder. When you looked up you noticed Stormterror and Aether fighting above the city.

Had you been so caught up in your own stupid emotions that you failed to notice the city closest to you was under attack?!

How fucking STUPID could you be?!?!

You rammed harshly into a large tree, being stopped by both the winds of Teyvat and the sheer thickness of the tree.

Shaking your head you looked up.

… The Symbol of Mondstadt’s Hero.

You had ran all the way to Windrise.

Hiccups forced their way out of snout and tears poured out of your eyes.

You sobbed.

Everything was blurry and your ears were ringing. You were tired of thinking.

You barely registered the Pyro Samachurl laying a churl blanket around your back while warming it.

More and more mobs surrounded your sobbing form and slowly cuddled around you. Warming you.

And eventually, you fell asleep under the large and warm pile of Hilichurls, Mitachurls, Lawachurls, Samachurls, Slimes, Whopperflowers, other boars, foxes, and birds.

You were safe. You were loved.

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🍰🍧🍮୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

“You have to check it out! I understand that the main issue is The Stormterror, but Miss. Jean! It’s a large pile of monsters and animals! This could pose a great threat!”

The distressed traveler continued to rant at the Acting Grand Master, causing her to sigh.

Everything lately had been so stressful, even with the help of the Blonde Traveler. Currently they were with Lisa at The Temple of the Lion.

She genuinely, truly didn’t want to ask them to help with this.

So she decided to check it out on her own.

Standing from her desk, she walked around to shake the hand of the now silent traveler.

“Don’t worry. I’ll check it out and do what I can to help in the situation.”

She was met with many thanks from them as they shook her hand up and down with vigor.

Lord Barbatos she was tired…

Making sure she was all ready to go and had her trusty Aquila Favonia, and headed out.

Nodding at everyone she passed, she quickly made her way out of the city and towards the place of interest.

The place said to be the historical ground of her hero, Vanessa’s ascension to Celestia.

The Symbol of Mondstadt’s Hero, Windrise.

Running her way over, it was very apparent that the Traveler was not kidding. She could see the large multicolored blob from where she was, though it wasn’t moving.

The thing had just recently appeared, but that didn’t change the fact that this was still dangerous.

Creeping towards the pile, she was met with the cacophonous sound of snores from monster and animal alike.

And she was now confused.

Never in Jean’s life had she ever seen a fox curled around a Sawachurl. Or a bird sleeping peacefully on a Lawachurl. Or boars cuddled up with Mita and Hilichurls.

Wait.

Boars cuddled up with… oh.

Sighing she readied her sword to attack and find where that boar was under all this, before a Frostarm Lawachurl shook itself awake. The sudden movement startled her and she was met with the blank carved eyes of its mask boring into hers.

The two stared for a bit, before it huffed and laid back down, cuddling into a Blazing Axe Mitachurl who was… well… cuddling it’s still-red-but-put-out axe.

Jean was bewildered at the interaction, standing from her attack position. Looking more, she took a risk.

She stepped forward.

She was met with whirrling of a Ruin Guard starting up.

If what she was thinking was true, then why was anything of Ruin here?! The boar hadn’t been known to wander into any of the shrines or otherwise where they may have been found!

She was met with a Guard turning to her. Again she readied for an attack.

Only to be met with small ‘beeps’ and ‘boops’.

It, like the Lawachurl only glanced at her, before lying back down.

Okay, what was going on?!

Now she just decided to walk through the large crowd, though through is a strong word. On was more like it.

And as she got closer to the large Oak tree, she noticed the dip right at its trunk. The pile only got larger, and when she got to the trunk, there was a large divet. Jumping down, she was met with the culprit she thought she’d meet.

The boar.

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Being shaken awake was not what you wanted right now.

Groaning and huffing, you tired to push the hand off, only causing it or come back and push harder.

You continued to shove it off until it finally stopped. You sighed in relief and snuggled back into the warmth around you, falling back asleep.

At least, until you heard the scared cries of a Sawachurl.

Cracking your eyes open you immediately notice an angered(??) Jean standing over you and a Pyro Sawachurl. And she was directing that anger(???) towards the small churl.

Oh. Hell. No.

Jumping up you lightly but into her. Though your ‘light but’ sent her crashing into the large wall of bodies behind her.

Which started to wake up the large pile.

Animals and monsters grunted and groaned as Jean stood in shock at the ripple effect of your actions.

You were just watching a fox climb up the tree in interest.

The whole pile had woken up, standing confused at you and the only human. Jean was noticeable tense.

Shaking off the blanket, you snorted, grunted and oinked into the crowd. And after a moment, they began to disperse, much to Jean’s amazement.

“How did you… anyway. You can’t do… this anymore, alright? I don’t understand how you got these monsters and otherwise to not attack humans but I’ll have you know that you gave passing travelers quite the scare. You understand, right?” Jean asked.

You stood and gently nodded, still tired and slightly overwhelmed by past thoughts.

She sighed and made a decision.

Walking behind you - making you look at her with interest - she wrapped her hands around your midsection and picked you up, causing you to struggle.

Your distressed squeals filled the air as she began to explain. “I just - ngh - need to keep an eye on - hey watch it! - keep an eye on you - ow!” Her words were interrupted by your squirming and moving in her arms, but at her words you slowed.

… Right. The Stormterror situation.

She looked down with concern when she noticed you no longer struggling - she was expecting a fight the whole way - and was startled by the far off look in your eye.

Sucking it up, she began to carry you back to The Knights of Favonius Headquarters.

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Seeing you in the office was not what Kaeya was expecting.

Having never met you personally but hearing stories around the city, seeing you in Jeans office sat beside her desk was a surreal experience.

The only reason he was here and not waiting for the Traveler was because he had been told the Jean had left, and with Lisa also not there, he was in charge for the moment.

Was he just a bit pissy that he was the only asked after they realized Lisa was gone?

… No comment.

But by the time he got back it didn’t matter because Jean and… you were already there.

He barely got a word in anyway because the door swung open with the Librarian and Traveler in tow.

“We’re back!~” Called Lisa. Aether stood behind her, red in the face. Kaeya wasn’t shocked with how… sultry she could be.

She was definitely an acquired taste, that was for sure.

But the moment of peace was broken by your loud squeals and oinks of distress, and the blue-coded man noticed you were looking at their new blonde friend.

And when you got up to start running, he made a split second decision.

He dove for you.

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A sharp crack was heard when your hoof made contact with Kaeya’s face.

You stood startled for a moment, before making eye contact with Aether again and panicking all over again.

You hadn’t made your decision!

You thought you’d at least get until he finished the Main Story Quest to make your decision!

Your panicking and running form was confined to the room as Jean commanded the doors be shut and locked from the outside.

This choice was made clear after you made a b-line for the door and rammed into it. You stumbled a bit for a second before running around again.

Using any kind of Vision or otherwise was immediately out of the picture due to the confined space and bunches of important documents and books in the vicinity.

Jean also tried to make a grab out you, which worked for a second… until you infused your body with Electro, shocking the shit out of her.

Now they had no clue what to do.

Well wait… nevermind.

Trying to coral you was the best bet.

And that’s what they did. But that just made you more wild.

Didn’t they ever hear the saying “A cornered animal will fight twice as hard.”?

Because that’s exactly what happened.

You rammed into walls and windows, no longer squealing but screaming.

It sounded sickeningly human to them.

You rammed past them and into the desk, causing a sharp letter opener to fall onto you.

Slicing your skin and making you bleed.

Gold.

It shined as you collapsed to the floor. Shaking and crying. Tired and hungry.

Those who were awake - you knocked out Kaeya - stood in shock as you continued to cry.

Lisa silently traced the paint on your fur. It’s swirling patters that, now that she saw them and was analyzing them anyway, looked like the patterns that lined the statues of their Creator.

Jean finally thought about your odd relationship with the creatures of Teyvat. How they listened to you and became docile in your presence. How they payed attention to only you and never harmed humans when around you. You calmed them. Like the Creator.

Paimon - who watched the ordeal from a corner in fear - put together how the fauna blocked Aether from reaching you and how the wind seemed to boost you away from the duo. How Teyvat seemed to help you. Much like it would the creator.

Jean and Lisa turned to each other. They just thought you had a weird mutation or something of the sort! Maybe even a vision! Would be the first time an animal got given a vision but that’s what they chalked it up to!

But this… they thought of who they thought was the Creator who was sitting on their throne right now, enjoying the finer things in life.

They were… lying?

The person they had been worshipping for.. years now.. was FUCKING LYING?!?!

Jean dropped to her knees and Lisa shook.

A whispered murmur left Paimon’s lips which startled Aether.

“The Creator…”

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Waking up in the med bay of The Knights of Favonius Headquarters was not what you were expecting.

A bandage was wrapped around your midsection and a guard was stationed at your door.

The most shocking thing however, was that every Vision Holder in Mondstadt - including the Traveler - was in your room.

Even Albedo and Eula.

Shaking and coughing alerted them to your now awake status. Those who were seated now stood.

You noted the bandage on Kaeya’s chin and felt bad.

Though that quickly turned to confusion when everyone - again, including Aether - bowed.

Then that confusion turned to fear as they spoke in unison.

“Our humblest greetings, O’ great Creator.”

…Shit.

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Dion Agriche x fem! Reader.

Arranged marriage.

Out of character Dion, Maria being weird and lowkey a creep, implied yandere/slight yandere themes, toxic relationship/marriage, Dion is so fucking out of character here lmao, implied obsession and forming possessive thoughts, implied stalking, implied jealousy from Dion, thoughts of murder, the Reader is lowkey enjoying Dion's physical appearance.

Suggestive, sexual fantasies, implied creampie(?), literally everything that's sexual is just a fantasy, sexually frustrated Dion.

Disclaimer: I do NOT condone any of the harmful and dangerous behaviors and actions that may take place in this piece of FICTION. Such actions should not be romanticized nor normalized as they are both extremely toxic and dangerous.

MINORS/BLANK BLOGS/BLOGS THAT DO NOT REBLOG FANFICTION/FAN ART DNI. DO NOT SPAM LIKE MY POSTS OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

No tag list.

I had to edit the dni hahahaha

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I think Dion is the type of person who prefers affection over fear.

Yes, he's a sadist. Yes, he's a horrible person and maybe even a monster. Any and all types of relationship he may have - be it platonic, familial or romantic, will absolutely be toxic due to how he is as a person. He's traumatized which explains his actions and psyche but doesn't justify it. He doesn't even attempt to.

He's fine with it. He's used to it. It was how he was raised and what he had to become in order to survive in this family. Eventually it just became the norm before he stopped caring about nearly everything, sadistic tendencies that formed as maybe a means to cope.

To be honest, he's not sure how he would have turned out if he had a loving and healthy family. He doesn't even ponder it. After all, why mull over it when he doesn't even know how families are supposed to work?

So, he cut himself off mentally from anyone and everyone.

But then you showed up.

Granted, it was an arranged marriage. Neither of you wanted it and from your behavior and actions, you dreaded being his wife. Was it because of him? His family? Both?

Dion doesn't question it, at first. He just knows that you hate it and that you fear him. Maybe not hate him, he doesn't sense that from you. Doesn't see it in your eyes whenever he's forced to interact with you or whenever you try to play the part of being a wife.

His wife.

Not a loving wife nor a spiteful one. A fearful one, an act done out of obligation lest his father decides to dispose of you. And you have enough common sense to know it won't be painless, that it'll be inhumane and have you wishing you killed yourself before the engagement party.

But Dion doesn't care. Knowing Lant, he'll just force another wife on him, wanting to shape his favorite son into another him, a younger him. He has the looks, just not the personality.

But he's not as cruel as him and you take notice of this. Of course, it's a very slow process. You stay in his presence for a few seconds longer, especially after dinner. Usually, in the beginning, you would take off immediately, excusing yourself, saying that you needed to tend to one thing or other. Obviously it was a lie but he didn't care.

You just needed to produce an heir.

"Make sure she enjoys it - it'll help with speeding up the process." His mother told him out of the blue one day, a smile on her face as her colorful parasol shields her from the sun.

He doesn't know what to say at first - this was the reason she called him out here, right after he just returned from a mission? To be told, by his own mother, to make sure his wife, you, enjoys sexual intercourse? Does it even matter if you do or don't? It's not like the either of you have a choice in the matter.

It was an obligation. A duty as a husband and a wife. Lant wanted Dion married, to have a child, preferably a son, and as Lant's child, he needed to do so. He was trained to listen and obey his father.

When Maria hears no answer, she looks at him curiously.

"Oh my... I've never seen that look on your face in quite some time..."

"... What do you mean, mother?"

What expression was he wearing?

"Hm... Nothing," she answers, smiling so innocently he could almost forget her fucked up personality. Not that he would comment on it.

"Regardless, make sure she enjoys it - it'll have her seeking you out for more. And the more you do it, the faster you'll have a child. Oh, we already performed a fertility test on the girl. She's... Extremely fertile."

Supposedly, she mentally adds.

Should he thank her? Question her? Get annoyed or feel grateful? He's not sure.

Then, he realized something -

Aside from your wedding night, he's never made a move to sleep with you.

No, rather, the most he would do is sleep in the same bed, with his back turned towards you. Maybe a brush of the shoulders if he ran into you at the hallway. Or a graze of the fingers if you handed him something - never nothing more, nothing less.

The conversation has him thinking.

He's never spared you more than a seconds glance - or at least, he thought so.

When he returns to his - your - room later that night, you're already in your nightgown reading a book. On your side of the bed, the lamp lit, your attention is drawn to him once he shuts the door. Strange. He doesn't even remember walking here.

Actually, everything became a blur after his conversation with Maria.

"Oh," you say, "you're back."

He doesn't reply. Doesn't say anything, really, only taking in the sight of you.

Hair loose, nightgown a pretty pastel pink, you look almost at home. There's still a small look of fear in those eyes of yours. You're still jumpy when instead of talking he walks over to you, stopping just an inch shy of the bed.

He knows he's imposing, a giant compares to you - you remind him of a rabbit. A cute, defenseless rabbit.

But rabbits have sex like there's no tomorrow. You don't even hold his hand.

No.

He doesn't hold your hand.

Hm. A rabbit.

How affectionate are they?

Less then you? More than you?

When his eyes travel downwards to your cleavage that peeks through the collar of your gown, he realizes he's a hungry wolf.

Strange.

He's never lusted after you.

Your skin is too bare - not enough marks. Your neck also looks so easy to strangle. What type of expression would you make if he were to wrap his hands around that neck of yours?

He's heard that some are into it. Are you?

Your lips also look lonely. And cold. Colder than his?

His attention drifts to your hands. So small compared to his. Your wrists, too. He could easily hold both in one hand, while the other could grip your waist. Or maybe your chin, if he was feeling romantic.

No.

This isn't like him.

Dion shakes his head before leaving you, walking towards the closet as he strips himself down, getting ready for bed.

It's only when he lays down does he realize he was unable to meet your eyes.

Maybe he didn't want to see the curiosity. Or the fear. Or maybe he was holding back the urge to make them full of tears, or have them full of lust as you look up at him, chest heaving and hair a mess, lips kiss swollen as he marks up your neck. He didn't finish inside on your wedding night - should he tonight? Would your cunt gape as you catch your breath, his seed leaking out and making a mess on his bed? Would you ask for more? Would he give you more?

When he takes off his shirt, the frabic almost rips from his rough treatment. He refuses to look or talk to you for the rest of the night.

Everything returned to normal after that. You didn't ask questions, rather, you looked relieved he didn't do anything. And there's a small part of him that hates it.

As a matter of fact, he's starting to hate everything about you. Your presence is becoming a thorn in his side, useless and worthless. But he wants you to look his way all the same - he's always looking for you without your knowledge, or anyone else's. He refuses to acknowledge it, at first. It's just a coincidence, it happens by chance. He's a man with no need for affection, companionship, his goal to make Roxanna cry, not to pin after you, a stranger he was forced to marry.

Pinning wasn't in his dictionary.

But he starts to notice things about you that he never did before.

You liked pretty things, even if they were... Dangerous. Roxanna was a perfect example - with golden, soft wavy hair and ruby eyes that held both innocence and contempt, you looked on in awe whenever his sister would appear. But you kept your distance, knowing that no-one in this family could be trusted. Him included.

But it didn't stop you from interacting with her, despite your cautious behavior. Roxanna was never anything but nice to you. Maybe she pitted you and maybe she even planned on freeing you, if the opportunity arises.

The thought makes him upset.

But he also notices how you sneak glances at him, especially whenever his arms are showing. You prefer it when his sleeves are rolled up, showing off the muscle while teasing the rest. He does it to tease you sometimes, a habit that's out of character for him. But the fact you find him attractive eases some of this... Growing obsession with you.

You also liked the garden, spending most of your time in the hidden corners. You would sketch the butterflies, the flowers, research them and anything else they had in the library. That was another of your favorite spots. Also hidden in a corner, you would read romance stories if you weren't interested in a new plant you discovered.

Most of them was happy, fluffly with cliches you could see from miles away - he didn't even know they had those types of books. Someone probably snucked them in behind Lant's back and managed to keep them in the library. Then again, Lant was never one to visit it.

Barely anyone did.

You also liked sweets. The food in general, actually. You weren't a picky eater, and honestly, you only felt somewhat comfortable if it was only Dion or Roxanna in the dining room with you. Roxanna because she was nice to you, didn't threaten you.

And him because he left you alone. But again, you would still sneak a glance here and there and he would too, but was more subtle about it. You never noticed.

But that's all. He didn't speak to you on a regular basis.

But that started to change, without him realizing.

"I've notice your interest in the Foxgloves. It can be used in the medicine field but that doesn't mean you can eat them. " he doesn't know why he attempted to start a conversation, especially so late at night.

He also doesn't know why he can't turn around and face you, undressing himself as well.

He's seen you undress before, even seen you take a bath (in which you hid your chest with your arms the first time, despite the bubbles covering it. But the longer you were married the less guarded you became in terms of nudity - after all, he never made a move. But you didn't try to seduce him either, didn't wear the lingerie you were given by his own mother as a wedding gift. And truthfully, he'd rather you not, the fact that she was the one who had gifted it to you made his skin crawl. No, he'd rather you choose a pair by yourself or even asked him what he would like to see you in).

There's a pause before he resumes.

"However, one of my brothers is working on making an edible version... For what reason, I don't know."

Why is he even talking to you?

His ears perk when you reply and he doesn't know why. It makes him uncomfortable.

"Oh... I see. I mean, I have been wondering how they taste for a while now... Not that I would eat them, of course." You sounded awkward, stiff. Which makes sense, as your husband barely interacts with you. But you don't sound scared.

He's disgusted with himself once he realizes that he feels relieved by it.

Your nights continue on like that.

And he started to become desperate to hear your voice. He lied to himself, of course - this wasn't possible. This had to end. But it never did.

Small conversations he would start, short, brief and straight to the point. But you never ignored them, ignored him. Because you were his wife and as his wife, it was your duty to listen to him. Talk to him if he so wished for it. Or stay in the background if he commanded you to.

Then, one day, you started the conversation first.

"Would you like a bath?"

By now, it was routine to help him undress, taking his jacket or shirt and put it in the hamper. Attempt to carry his heavy sword only to struggle with placing it on its stand. Or bringing him a rag to wipe his face with.

Doing things that a servant should have.

He hates how he likes it. Your attention on him, caring for him, even if it was out of obligation. Fuck, he hates you so much. He should... Kill you.

Yes.

If you were out of the picture, then everything would return to normal. He glances at his sword resting on its stand. But then he focuses on undoing his pants.

"... Have you bathed?"

Of course you did - you're already in your night wear. Your hair was still slightly damp and out of the corner of his eye, he could see your maid look at him with both caution and curiosity.

And you did the same.

You don't react negatively.

"Ah... I did... But..." You meekly looked to the side, weighing whatever you're about to say.

"But what?" He knew what you were going to say before you could get the words out. It was obvious. However, he just hoped his true motive (as idiotic as it was - you were his wife, he didn't need your permission to see you naked be it for sexual reasons or otherwise. But he didn't want to force you and it makes him feel sick - he shouldn't care, in all honesty. He was trained not to, so why did he) wasn't as obvious.

But you weren't stupid. And he liked that about you.

... He should really, really kill you, and soon.

But... He supposes he could think about this later.

"If... If you wish, I could help."

If this was in the beginning of your marriage you would have apologized immediately for assuming he wanted anything to begin with. Instead, you seem meek, shy even. Maybe your cheeks were heating up.

You've seen him naked before, but never touched him. And he's never touched you since the wedding.

"... I'm sore, today."

What a stupid excuse. A stupid sentence. This wasn't like him, it was stupid. What was wrong with him? Was he a school boy? Was he an idiot? He was Dion Agriche, a man with no interest, a -

He can't help but enjoy the way your nails scratch his scalp as you wash his hair. Or how gently you wash his back and he hate it. He hates you. He despises you, especially when you look him like that, especially when you treat him so gently. He doesn't need affection.

There was no use nor need for it.

But when your thumbs dig into a sore spot between his shoulder blades, just this once, he falls into temptation for something so useless.

Yes.

He'll think of a way to kill you tomorrow. Since you've been so nice to him, maybe he'll make it painless, as a thanks.

He doesn't need you in his life.

You make him soft.

[honeyhaeya]

Hey could pls do Dino’s version when he falls for someone 🙏🏼 thanks🧡

dino's headcanon when he falls for someone (you)

lee chan (dino) x gn!reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ tags / genre: dino x reader, seventeen fanfiction, lighthearted romance, playful teasing, mutual pining, holiday magic, cozy fluff, heartwarming moments, reader insert, wholesome love story, soft and silly romance, giggly love ੈ✩‧₊˚ warnings: n/a (just lots of laughter, clingy dino energy, forehead flicks, spontaneous dance-offs, and the kind of love that feels like sunshine. mwahaha) ੈ✩‧₊˚ wc: 3397 ੈ♡ a/n: 4/13 ! I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG BEFORE I POSTED THIS. working on the other reqs and yeah, im really busy so i sincerely apologize for everything. i know, i suck. but i still love yall and that will never change. (DINO IS MINE OKAY !!)mwuah ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Something About You (Eyedress) ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮

ੈ♡˚ ༘ lee chan's headcanon when he falls for someone

when lee chan falls for someone, his feelings are bright and full of warmth, but he doesn't always know how to express them outright. instead of big, dramatic confessions, he lets his actions do the talking—showing up for you in ways that might seem casual but hold a deeper meaning. his love isn't loud, but it's unmistakably there, woven into his every interaction with you.

he's the type to always find ways to make you laugh, whether it's with his playful antics, exaggerated reactions, or random dance moves just to see you smile. if he likes you, you'll notice how he subtly gravitates toward you in group settings—sitting next to you, nudging your shoulder playfully, or sharing inside jokes that no one else understands. his energy is contagious, and he loves being the reason you're having a good time.

but beyond the playful exterior, chan is deeply thoughtful. he remembers the little things you mention in passing, whether it's your favorite drink or a random song you said you liked, and surprises you with them when you least expect it. he might not say outright that he cares, but his actions always make sure you feel it.

when he gets flustered, it's obvious—his ears turn red, and he tries to play it cool but ends up fumbling his words or avoiding eye contact for a second too long. he's not shy, but love makes him a little more self-conscious, especially when he catches himself staring at you or realizing just how much he enjoys being around you.

jealousy with chan is subtle but present. he won't throw a fit or make a scene, but you'll notice how his usual cheerful demeanor dims just a little when someone else gets too close to you. he might become more competitive, trying to win your attention back in his own way—whether through teasing, impressing you with his dance skills, or just finding excuses to stay close to you.

when he finally confesses, it's not rehearsed or grand, but it's incredibly sincere. it might come in the middle of a casual conversation, with him blurting it out after a long pause, or in a quiet moment when he realizes he just can't keep it to himself anymore. his words are simple but filled with emotion—because for chan, love isn't about overcomplicating things. it's about being real, and when he loves, he does so wholeheartedly.

it was late, the glow of the tv casting soft hues across the living room. chan sat on the floor, leaning against the couch, a game controller loosely held in his hands. he'd paused the game a while ago, but he hadn't moved since. his focus wasn't on the screen—it was on you.

you were curled up beside him, scrolling through your phone, occasionally showing him something funny. every time you laughed, he felt it tug at something deep in his chest, something he hadn't quite figured out yet. but tonight, it felt stronger, harder to ignore.

"chan, look at this," you giggled, shoving your phone in his face. he blinked, breaking out of his daze, only to see some ridiculous meme you knew he'd roll his eyes at. and he did, shaking his head with a small chuckle, but it wasn't the meme that caught his attention. it was you—the way you leaned into him so naturally, like being close to him was the most normal thing in the world.

he sighed, tossing the controller onto the couch. "you're annoying," he muttered, but there was no bite to his words, only fondness.

you gasped dramatically. "rude."

"just saying," he shrugged, but his fingers were already reaching out, flicking your forehead lightly.

you pouted, rubbing the spot. "you're mean."

he smirked. "you love it."

you rolled your eyes but didn't argue. instead, you set your phone down and stretched, your arm brushing against his. it wasn't intentional, but chan felt his heartbeat stutter anyway.

he had no idea when this happened—when simple moments like these started feeling different. he'd always been comfortable around you, always been close. but now? now, just sitting next to you made him feel like the air was heavier, like every little touch meant something more than it used to.

you turned your head slightly, catching him staring. "what?"

he hesitated. he wasn't someone who got nervous easily, but right now, his mind was running faster than he could keep up with.

"nothing," he said, too quickly.

your eyes narrowed. "you're acting weird."

he swallowed. you knew him too well—of course you'd notice.

he could play it off, make a joke, tease you like always. but something about tonight made him want to be honest.

"i like you," he said, the words slipping out before he could second-guess them. they weren't smooth or perfectly timed, but they were real.

your expression shifted, surprise flickering across your face before softening into something gentler. "oh."

he braced himself, trying not to fidget, trying not to look away. but then you smiled, that same smile that made his chest feel too small to hold everything he felt.

"i like you too," you admitted, like it was the easiest thing in the world.

chan let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "yeah?"

"yeah."

he let that sink in for a moment before a grin spread across his face, one that was all mischief and relief. "so does this mean i get to be extra annoying now?"

you groaned, shoving his shoulder, but your laugh gave you away. "you were already extra."

he laughed too, reaching for your hand without really thinking about it. when you didn't pull away, he squeezed gently, his thumb brushing against your skin.

"good," he murmured, quieter this time. "i like how things are with you."

you squeezed back. "me too."

and in that moment, as the game sat forgotten and the world outside felt miles away, chan realized that sometimes love wasn't about grand confessions or perfect timing. sometimes, it was just about knowing—about feeling right, exactly where you were.

ੈ♡˚ ༘ kisses and cuddles with dinoya

chan is naturally affectionate, but when it comes to moments like this—ones that feel a little too real, a little too intimate—he tends to hesitate. not because he doesn't want it, but because he wants it too much. he wants it to be right.

tonight, it's the same as always. you're curled up beside him on his bed, scrolling through your phone while he mindlessly watches a variety show on his laptop. the room is dim, the only source of light coming from the screen in front of him. but even as laughter erupts from the show, his focus isn't really on it.

it's on you.

your presence is familiar, comforting. he's used to being close to you, but tonight feels different—like there's something unspoken lingering in the air.

the first touch happens so casually that it barely registers at first. maybe it's the way your knee presses lightly against his as you shift positions, or the way your fingers brush against his arm when you stretch. it's nothing new, nothing you haven't done before, but for some reason, it makes his heart stutter.

he swallows, trying to focus on the show, but then you let out a soft sigh, leaning into him just a little more. your head barely rests against his shoulder, but it's enough to send his mind spiraling.

should he move? should he say something?

before he can overthink it, he shifts slightly, tilting his head so it rests gently against yours. it's subtle, but it's a silent invitation, one you accept without hesitation as you relax further into him.

his arm lifts, hesitantly at first, before draping around your shoulders. the warmth of you against him is distracting in the best way possible, and when you don't pull away, he allows himself to sink into the feeling.

"comfy?" he murmurs, voice quieter than usual.

you nod against his shoulder, and he smiles to himself, fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on your arm.

time passes like that, with nothing but the sound of the show playing in the background and the quiet rhythm of your breathing. but then, without warning, you tilt your head up slightly, your gaze meeting his.

"what?" he asks, his lips quirking up in amusement.

you don't answer right away, your eyes flickering down to his lips for the briefest second. it's quick—so quick he almost thinks he imagined it—but the way his breath catches in his throat proves otherwise.

his fingers tighten slightly around your arm, and he swears his heart is beating louder than the laptop speakers.

you shift, just enough so that your faces are mere inches apart. "you're staring," you whisper, teasing but soft.

"so are you," he fires back, though his voice lacks its usual playfulness.

the moment stretches, the space between you thinning until there's barely anything left. and then—

he kisses you.

it's hesitant at first, unsure, but the second you kiss him back, he melts. his hand moves up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin as he deepens the kiss just a little. it's warm, soft, filled with every unspoken feeling he's been holding back.

when you finally part, he lingers close, his forehead resting against yours.

"was that okay?" he asks, breathless.

you laugh softly, your fingers curling around the fabric of his hoodie. "yeah," you murmur. "more than okay."

his smile is wide and a little bashful, but he doesn't try to hide it. instead, he pulls you even closer, wrapping his arms around you as he buries his face in your shoulder.

"good," he mumbles against your skin. "because i don't think i ever want to stop."

ੈ♡˚ ༘ the first kiss with chan

the first kiss comes at the most unexpected moment, but it feels so incredibly right. maybe you're playfully arguing over which movie to watch, flipping through the options on the screen while he stubbornly insists that his pick is obviously the better choice. you roll your eyes at him, crossing your arms with an exaggerated huff.

"you just have bad taste," you tease, poking his side.

chan gasps, clutching his chest dramatically. "me? bad taste? you're the one who—" he cuts himself off when you poke him again, making him flinch away with a breathless laugh. "yah, stop that!"

"make me," you challenge, grinning up at him.

and maybe that's the moment it happens. because suddenly, his playful expression falters just a little, his eyes scanning your face with something softer, something more hesitant. you can see the shift—the way his amusement dims into something deeper, something unreadable.

you expect him to fire back with another teasing remark, but he doesn't. instead, his hand lifts slowly, almost uncertainly, and his fingers brush against yours where they rest between you. it's barely anything, just the ghost of a touch, but it makes your breath catch.

"should i?" he asks, his voice quieter now, like he's not just talking about the teasing anymore.

your heart stutters in your chest, the playful atmosphere suddenly thick with something new, something charged. you don't answer right away, but you don't pull away either. that's enough of an answer for him.

chan leans in, hesitantly at first, giving you a chance to stop him. but when you don't—when you stay right there, your breath mingling with his—he takes it as permission.

the first kiss is soft, slower than you expected from someone as energetic as him. it's careful, like he wants to memorize the feeling of it, like he wants to make sure you feel just as safe in this moment as he does. his lips press gently against yours, warm and sweet, lingering just long enough to make your fingers curl into the fabric of his hoodie.

when he finally pulls away, he doesn't go far. his forehead rests against yours, his breath warm against your skin. there's a hint of a smile on his lips—shy, almost sheepish, but undeniably happy.

"was that okay?" he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

you nod, unable to stop the grin spreading across your face. "yeah," you breathe. "more than okay."

chan chuckles softly, ducking his head slightly before looking at you again, eyes full of something new. something unmistakable.

"good," he says, his thumb brushing absentmindedly over your hand. "because i think i want to do that again."

ੈ♡˚ ༘ cuddles with chan (HE'S MINE)

cuddling with chan is like getting wrapped in pure sunshine. he's naturally affectionate, so the second he gets comfortable around you, he's going to be all about casual, playful touches—bumping shoulders, linking pinkies, resting his chin on your head when you least expect it.

but real cuddles? those are something special.

at first, he might act like he doesn't need them. he'll tease you, dramatically flopping onto the couch beside you like "ugh, you just want an excuse to cling to me, don't you?" but the moment you actually pull him in, he's done for.

if you're sitting together, he'll start with an arm draped lazily over your shoulder, pulling you just close enough to feel his warmth. then, as the minutes pass, he shifts—leaning his weight into you, his head resting lightly against yours. he lets out the softest sigh, as if he's finally relaxing after a long day.

when he's really tired, though? he'll seek you out. he'll come up behind you, arms sneaking around your waist as he buries his face into your shoulder. "just for a second," he'll mumble, but you both know he's not letting go anytime soon.

the best cuddles, though, happen when you're lying down together. chan doesn't just hold you—he wraps himself around you. he'll tangle his legs with yours, arms locking securely around your waist like he's afraid you'll slip away. his face nuzzles into the crook of your neck, and sometimes you'll feel his lips ghost over your skin in a barely-there kiss.

"you're so warm," he murmurs, voice laced with sleep.

you'll feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, the way his fingers lazily trace patterns on your back. and just when you think he's fallen asleep, he'll tighten his hold for a second, like a silent reassurance that he's right here.

and that is when you realize—chan doesn't just cuddle for comfort. he does it because, in your arms, he feels home. 💗😭

┊ ➶ ｡✩‧₊˚ bonus

like imagine—he comes home after a long, exhausting day, his hair slightly messy, hoodie hanging loosely off his shoulders. the second he steps into the apartment and sees you waiting on the couch, his entire face softens. he's always so full of energy, but right now, he just looks tired—the kind of tired that only disappears when he's with you.

"you should be asleep," he mumbles, but his voice is quieter than usual, like he's already melting at the sight of you.

"so should you," you counter, watching as he drops his bag by the door and trudges toward you. he doesn't even hesitate—just collapses onto the couch beside you, his body pressing into yours as he lets out a heavy sigh.

at first, he doesn't say much. he just leans into you, letting his head rest on your shoulder, his fingers lightly playing with the fabric of your sleeve. it's not his usual playful touch—it's slower, softer, almost hesitant. like he's soaking in the comfort without needing to ask for it.

"long day?" you murmur, fingers instinctively reaching up to run through his hair.

he hums, eyes fluttering shut for a second. "mm. just... one of those days."

but he doesn't need to explain. you already know.

so you don't push—you just let him sink into you, your hands smoothing over his back, feeling the tension in his muscles slowly ease. and then, after a few minutes, he finally speaks, voice barely above a whisper.

"can we just stay like this?"

and of course, the answer is yes.

but then, as the minutes pass, he starts shifting closer. his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you into him with a quiet urgency, like he's afraid you'll slip away. his nose brushes against your jaw, his breath warm against your skin as he exhales slowly.

"you always make things better," he murmurs, and before you can respond, he's tilting his head, pressing the softest, laziest kiss against your lips.

it's slow—so slow.

chan isn't in a rush. he takes his time, savoring the feeling of you, his fingers trailing absentmindedly along your spine. his kisses are lingering, unhurried, like he wants to memorize the way you taste, the way your body melts against his.

and when he finally pulls back, his forehead resting against yours, his lips curve into the smallest, sleepiest smile.

"stay with me?"

as if you'd ever say no. 

⊹˚. what exactly are you to dino?

to dino, you're his person. the one he instinctively searches for in a crowded room, the one who makes him laugh even when he's exhausted, the one he trusts with the parts of himself he doesn't always show. to the world, he's the ever-energetic, bright maknae, but with you? he doesn't have to be anything but chan.

you're not just his comfort—you're his safe space. the person who lets him breathe when the weight of expectations gets too heavy. with you, he feels understood without needing to explain himself. and that, more than anything, is what makes you irreplaceable to him.

⊹˚. how dino falls for you

for dino, falling in love isn't quiet—it's undeniable. he's not the type to be unsure of his feelings once they take root. but the way he realizes them? that's the fun part.

it happens in stages—first, it's admiration. he's always been drawn to you, but he doesn't think much of it. then, it turns into protectiveness—the way he gets defensive over you in conversations, how he subtly checks in to make sure you're okay. and then one day, it just hits him.

maybe it happens when he sees you laughing at something ridiculous, and his heart does that thing—the stupid flutter he swears never happens to him. or maybe it's in the way he finds himself wanting to impress you, craving your approval in ways he never expected.

but when he finally realizes it? oh, you're in trouble.

example: one night, after a long day, you're sitting on his couch, talking about something random, and he's just staring—completely mesmerized. and before he can even stop himself, he blurts out, "why do i always feel better when i'm with you?"

you blink at him, surprised. "what?"

his ears turn red, but he doesn't back down. instead, he leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees, eyes locked onto yours. "i like you," he says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "i don't know why it took me so long to figure it out, but... yeah. i do."

with dino, love is something he chooses—deliberate, wholehearted, and so, so real. 💙

(ㅅ' ˘ ')♡ when dino falls in love, it's like catching the sun in your hands—warm, bright, and full of energy that never fades. he loves with his entire being, without hesitation or doubt. to him, love isn't just about saying the words; it's about making every moment with you feel like the best one yet.

⊹˚. what exactly are you to dino?

to dino, you're the person who makes life more fun, more exciting, more worth it. you're his safe place, his adventure partner, and the one who makes his heart race whether you're doing something as simple as watching a movie or dancing around the kitchen together.

⊹˚. how dino falls for you

at first, he might not even realize he's falling. his love builds up like a favorite song—starting soft, then growing into something he can't get out of his head. it's in the little things: the way he lights up when you walk into the room, the way he always finds a way to make you laugh, how he pouts when you tease him but secretly loves it.

then, one day, it hits him—he doesn't just like being around you. he needs you there.

dino's love is loud in the best way. he's the type to show up at your door just because he misses you, to spin you around when he's excited, to grab your hand and start running just because he wants to be somewhere with you. he doesn't hide his feelings—he wears them on his sleeve, unafraid to let the world know you're his person.

if he confesses, it won't be planned. it'll be in a burst of emotion, maybe after he wins a game or after a random dance battle at midnight, when he's too happy to hold it in.

"you know, i think i'm kinda in love with you." he'd say it with that big, genuine dino smile, as if loving you was the easiest thing in the world.

and honestly? to him, it is.

a/n: thank you for reading ! taken reqs / working on are: minghao, seungcheol, and jeonghan. finished: wonwoo, joshua, and hoshi, (obvi, dino too). :)))