#Plus the issue of food. Which is. Fun

[the-punforgiven]

I think if we're gonna make more survival games that are like, "Harvest resources cook food find clean water to drink" we gotta make them in some crazy fuckshit world

Like I wanna see a game with that kind of gameplay style but set in some crazy death metal album cover landscape

Like

I wanna try to craft tools and scavenge resources in some lands like this shit

Y'know what I mean?

[mercurial-chuckles]

Don't Flip your Wig, Steve

Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader Summary: Steve and you time travel. Your Steve is not happy meeting his older self because he shows interest in you. Warnings: My attempts at 40s slang | Unabashedly jealous husband | Fluff | Your Steve being annoyed by the old-era Steve | Not so accurate time travel depiction | I benched all my science logic in this | No existence for Peggy ('Coz why even) | Language | Lemme know if I missed anything. A/N: This is a part of Steve Rogers Bingo Round 3 | @steverogersbingo |Prompt | D4: Steve Variant(s) | Modern Steve referred as Your Steve or husband Steve. 40s Steve as old-era Steve. That's all I can think. | I'm a fairly new writer here! So, Reblogs would be great! Follows would be fantastic! Thank you! :) Note: Do not Steal, Copy, or Plagiarize any part of my work! GIF credits to the creator. Thank you :) Divider credits to me. Check out my other works: Masterlist

Indulge Away!

Steve Rogers was testing your bloody patience.

It was a bad idea to bring him here, except Bucky was a bit too beaten up after his last mission and couldn't join you in the mission as he was the only other person from the era who could navigate you to Howard without any suspicion.

Tony said the mission was easy peasy. As if.

It had been more than two days now. Some things went south, like the machine you were here for, which apparently had gone into repair a week ago. So, Howard was fixing it before you took it home.

The issue you mostly predicted was the difficulty explaining to Howard Stark that Steve and you quantum jumped, but to your surprise, that went far better than you imagined.

However, the major predicament came in the form of the 6' 2" golden boy Rogers of that era, who came to Howard for some help. When he saw himself standing before him, he straight-up beat Your Steve without a second thought. Your Steve defended, and did his best not to punch back his older self. He simply held him down until Howard drugged him to calm the poor man's nerves.

Steve Rogers of that era was not accustomed to the convoluted possibilities of science, so it took him a great deal of effort and time to gauge the situation. Were you in his position, you'd have scoffed if someone said they traveled time! Plus, at that time, there was not much material or cinema for the common man to rely on familiarity with traveling through time and space. Maybe if older Steve had read 'A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court,' he'd have been a bit familiar. But, you knew, as a matter of fact, that your Steve did not read a lot of fiction back then.

So, Steve, old-era Steve, thought it must be Hydra's gimmicks, which seemed less bizarre.

That whole fiasco was two days ago. Since then, old-era Steve had been nothing but hospitable to you both, helping you sneak in and out and arranging food and shelter. Everything was good, except he started showing great interest in you and got a bit awkward around you.

Your Steve tried his best to distance you from him. It was very hilarious, to be honest, and you were having a ton of fun.

When the machine was finally here, you all gathered at Howard's lab. Howard was setting up the machine, and you were standing near the table with your Steve. Steve approached you to the annoyance of your Steve.

"Who are you...to me?" he asked curiously.

That era Steve wore trousers and a checkered grey shirt very similar to your Steve, who sported black trousers and a sky blue shirt and looked slightly more appealingly rogueish than the innocent-looking blond. Still, hands down, he had always been handsome, irrespective of the beard or length of hair. He looked truly fucking gorgeous and aged like a luxury wine you couldn't afford without dipping into savings.

"Umm, I'm..." you hesitated, surprised by the question and worried about how he'd take it.

"She's my wife," your husband flung an arm around your shoulders and pulled you against him.

Old-era Steve's eyes widened as he looked from his future self to you.

"No gobbledygook?" He chuckled in awe. "Our wife, huh?" he exclaimed in utter astonishment.

Gobbley…what now?

Your Steve stepped in front of you, a bit closer to his older self, ready to punch.

"My. Wife," your husband pronounced, sneering at the man.

You don't want to be a part of this discussion. It was giving you a headache.

"Steve," you chastised your husband, pulling him aside.

"Excuse us," you mumbled at the other Steve, and he looked at you amused.

"What?" your husband frowned when you walked him to the corner of the huge lab. He stood defiantly, hands folded on his chest.

"Don't give me the attitude, mister. I'm gonna beat your ass," your reprimands went to deaf ears as his frown grew deeper.

"I don't like him," he exclaimed in anger.

"What?" Your surprised laugh caught Howard's attention as he looked from where he was working. You simply smiled, giving him a thumbs up to ease his worry.

Your husband shrugged.

"Are you hearing yourself? He's you," You poked his chest, whisper shouting.

Placing his hands around your waist, Steve pulled you towards him. Winding his hand around you, he held you there, kissing your lips passionately in a surprising urgency. Steve Rogers was a private man, though he always held onto your hand and kissed your cheek or forehead, but he never kiss kissed you.

You wanted to roll your eyes at him, but his lips consumed you. Your heart skipped a beat as he deepened the kiss once you yielded.

Somewhere in the corner of your still-working logical mind, you understood that Steve's insecurities were showing. All this time travel definitely made him nostalgic, especially vulnerable. When you broke away from the kiss, you embraced him tightly.

You felt like you were looking at a much younger Steve, a lanky Brooklyn man at that moment. You sometimes forget that the version of Steve was always lurking at the surface of his insecurities. Technically, he had only been with you his entire life, his one true love, his only girlfriend, and his wife.

"You know that I love you, no matter what," you whispered, smiling softly at your man.

"I just... I'm sorry," he mumbled, "I love you."

"It's okay, let's get what we are here for, and go home, Okay?" You looked up at him expectantly.

"Can't wait. He is annoying, and he is showing way too much interest in you," he snickered in distaste.

You placed a kiss on his chest, which usually calmed him.

You broke apart when Howard motioned you to come closer to show the workings of the machine and the technicalities.

Your husband walked closer to you; old Steve stood beside him, a bit amused having heard your conversation, what with his enhanced hearing and all.

Steve Rogers couldn't wait for his future, whatever it held in it, he was sure he would meet you one day. That rejoiced him, and until you both traveled back to your home, he couldn't help but poke fun at his future self.

Okay, if you were wondering ...🤭

Gobbledygook: talking gibberish or nonsense Flip your wig: losing composure or control

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[circeyoru]

Shadow and Void _ Part 9

[Yandere!Sung Jinwoo x Enemy Monarch!Reader]

Arc 1: Part 1 ― Part 2 ― Part 3 Arc 2: Part 4 ― Part 5 Arc 3: Part 6 ― Part 7 Arc 4: Part 8 ― Part 9 (here) ― Part 10 ― Part 11

“First, we go inwards. Then working our way out and back to the rides closer the entrance or exit. The best rides are inside after all. It’s also the place we exert our energy.” You spoke in a tutor guide manner as you walked with purpose. 

How long has it been since you last visited an amusement park? A few decades? Probably more. You remember spending your time more on acquiring your perfect vessel than lazing around in the human realm than anything else. After all, the world was going to end and you didn’t care for anything else. Well, food for one, mostly because your vessel could taste food. That was the only passion you could enjoy.

You recalled going to an amusement park as an observant because your vessel’s former owner wanted to go there and have fun. So you wanted to try too. This fun that was your temptation.

Unknowingly, you pulled along Jinwoo by his hand. Either you were too caught up in your quest or you didn’t care, but your hand was tightly clasped in Jinwoo’s. The man merely followed you to whichever ride you pointed and suggested getting on, which was everything. He didn’t pay attention to what you said exactly, but he knew you were enjoying yourself and he was content with that.

With Jinwoo’s status as an S-Rank Hunter, he gained unspoken and unstated benefits. He was welcomed to the front of the line, along with his companion which was you, there was hardly any need to wait for your turn. Resulting in you pouting since you had based your activities about the waiting too. After the first and second time it happened, Jinwoo declined the favouritism. He, too, wanted to spend more time with you. Since it’s not like he could chat with you while you were screaming your head off during the exhilarating ride.

He thought there wouldn’t be any appeal to you since you were a Monarch and he was a Hunter. He thought it was going to be the norm. His face stoic and deadpan when he rode the first ride, said to be the most dangerous and crazy one, when he thought it was boring, he turned to you expecting to see a mirror reaction of his.

Yet his eyes widened when your eyes were practically sparkling with joy and thrill. Your hands were up in the air and you’d giggle when going downhill. You’d even grip onto the safety restraints when a tight turn came. 

After the ride came to a stop and riders were ushered out, he got up and walked off, he noticed a couple, the boyfriend was steadying his girlfriend after the ride. He thought this was his chance too, but when he looked back to you, you had bounced from your seat to the platform, fixing your appearance before joining him without any issues. 

Then it was the same with the other rides. 

Though what changed was not enjoying the ride itself but the expressions and little quirks you were making on the rides. You’d want to try riding in the front, then the back, and the middle to compare the experience. You settled for the front no matter what since you nearly got hit in the face by someone’s wig while at the back. 

Now that got Jinwoo laughing.

And it also earned him a kick from you after the ride. Not that it hurt, but it was amusing all the same.

“Just one hit and you get a big prize!”

“Three shots, one giant soft toy!”

“Get your limited edition plushy if you can win this game!”

You stared down from the balcony area as you munched on your meal. It was a miniature break from all the ride you’ve taken. Normally you wouldn’t have eaten at the park restaurants, according to the online reviews, cause of the price and poor quality, but Jinwoo insisted on going in for some rest instead of  standing around with a burger in one hand and drink in the other.

Plus… Jinwoo was offering to pay.

“We should try some games too.” You hummed and looked away from the bustling area below.

“Aren’t those games rigged so you’d lose money?” Jinwoo raised at brow at you with an intrigued look.

You smirked and pointed at him with the fork in your hand, “Aren’t you too skilled to lose to games like those? Mr. S-Rank Hunter.”

Jinwoo leaned forward with a growing smirk, “Take your pick, I’ll win you all the prizes you want.”

“Don’t you lose a single one.”

Ding!

Ding!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

“Uh… You’ve won the grand prize!!”

Jinwoo grinned at you while throwing back the ball in his hand into the basket. You chuckled and pointed at the prize you wanted hanging above. The game master unhooked it and gave it to you, it was a giant black cat with a pink bow and a frown.

“Isn’t this enough prizes?” Jinwoo glanced over to his Shadows that all held the other prizes he won for you from the previous game stalls. He watched you hug that cat tightly with a smile that was never directed at him, but he’ll take what he could get. For now.

You glanced back at him, “You said you’ll win all the prizes I want. Don’t tell me you’re going back on it.”

“You can’t still be doubting my abilities…”

“I’m not and this is actually the last one I wanted.” You hummed and walked off.

“Why did you want this one in particular?”

You turned your head and smiled at him, “Cause this one is just like you, grumpy but cute at times.” Then you turned your heel and continued onwards, not caring if Jinwoo was following you or not, “Come on! The Ferris wheel’s next. Now… Where’s that line that infamously long…?”

Jinwoo’s logic and morals snapped. He slammed a stack of cash on the counter, “I’ll take another basket.”

“O- Okay sir!” The staff placed another basket of balls in front of Jinwoo. “Uh, as you know. Two balloons for one grand prize.”

“Is all that all the cat prizes you have?” Jinwoo picked up the ball and readied his throw.

“Yes, sir! Since it’s limited to only today and not many people got to win it, you’re actually the first!”

Jinwoo’s eyes glowed purple as he eyed his targets. “There’s still 9 left…”

“Yes?” A ball had zoomed past the stall manager’s cheek, creating a slight breeze.

Bang…

The staff flinched to reality as Jinwoo’s hand reached for the other balls in the basket. Swifting ducking from the incoming fire.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Ah…. No way…” The stall manager got up from hiding and stared at all the destroyed balloons. Even tripping on air. “That’s…”

“All those prizes are mine, so I can do with it as I fit…” Jinwoo glared up at the poor innocent cats hanging above. He summoned his daggers and leapt into the air, destroying all the cats in sight. “Good business.”

The staff watched as Jinwoo joined up with you in shock and mild fear. Hunters are no joke…

You turned around to see Jinwoo leisurely walking over to you with his hands in his coat pockets. You eyed him suspiciously and questioned, “Where have you been?”

“Nature called?” Jinwoo smiled innocently. 

“Why did it sound like a question?”

“It didn’t. You’re imagining things.”

“Hmm…” Naturally, you didn’t take his word. “Well, whatever,” You turned your attention away as the Ferris wheel carriage neared the two of you. “It’s almost our turn now.”

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[ladytemeraire]

The main thought ringing in my head at the three-quarter mark of Jenny Nicholson's Star Wars Hotel video is how badly Disney missed the mark on not targeting the demographic of LARPers, cosplayers, and RenFest nerds as opposed to... whoever the hell they were actually targeting, with that combination of experience and price point.

Like. Not to further out myself as a massive goddamn dork, but there was a span of nearly ten years where I was going to the Ohio RenFest at least once a season, every season. And even there, the years where I went in some form of costume and played along with the actors as opposed to wearing jeans and a t-shirt, my experience was so much richer. There was such a different level of banter and playfulness and entertainment when I actively leaned into the immersion. I had so much fun interacting with the shopkeeps and cast members as an elf or random Fantasy Medieval Maiden, because they saw the costume and on some level went, "You! You are One Of Us!" and matched that energy, and thus gave me the chance to match it in return.

(One year, early on, when my "costume" was a frilly blouse, leggings, boots, elf ears, and a hastily sewn cloak, I had a random older gentleman run up to our group, press a gold coin into my palms, kiss the back of my hand in a very respectful and courtly manner, and disappear into the crowd. No context, no further story or plot or interaction, but almost fifteen years later I still have that gold coin on a shelf of tchotchkes.)

Watching every time Jenny tried so desperately to lean into the Galactic StarCruiser/overall Star Wars experience, to actively engage with the story and the characters, only to be lowkey ignored or actively rebuffed or scorned, legitimately broke my heart a little. (The bit in the experience finale where she was like "it felt like we were supposed to respond somehow, but I didn't because it was embarrassing, which is its own form of Force torture" was simultaneously hilarious and extremely relatable and incredibly sad.) Setting aside the issues with the app and tech, let alone the refusal to address legitimate complaints until she took to Twitter, not even getting a hint of reciprocal interaction from the actors when your choices supposedly matter in your overall experience would be so incredibly disheartening.

Ohio RenFest tickets were about $20 when I started going in high school, plus whatever food and merchandise you wanted to buy. Nowadays, even with inflation, they're still only $35 for adult tickets, which gets you access to everything, and you can absolutely get a full day's experience out of that with only the additional cost for food and beverages. I cannot fathom spending six thousand fecking dollars for two days ("two dollars per person per minute" will live rent free in my head for a while) on what is supposedly an immersive experience, marketed as living out your Star Wars story, only to get the absolute bare minimum in return. It really feels like such an indicator of how modern-day Disney is willing to cut corners as much as possible while leaning on brand recognition, and especially on nostalgia, in order to milk every last red cent out of their customers, until they run out of both money and goodwill. And that is so, so incredibly sad.

[bunni-v1]

Could I ask for your headcanons on how the staff would take care of/look after the reader? I’m a sucker for the fics where they take a parental role

How The Staff Takes Care of You

TW: None!

Info: Crowley, Crewel, Trein, Vargas and Sam x Reader (Platonic)

🍓This one is short but sweet. I’ve spent a lot of time on the event, but I want to start on other requests outside of it too. This one looked fun and easy so I got it out within about an hour or so. I hope you enjoy!

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Crowley

-Lets get one thing straight, Crowley does not take care of you

-It’s hard to even say that Crowley cares for you. It’s hard to say he cares for anyone other than himself.

-Still… he does do some things correctly.

-He gives you a place to live (which he threatened to take away), food (which he threatened to take away), and funding (which he… threatened to take away).

-He DOES come to ACTUALLY care for you, just… not in the traditional sense, I suppose. 

-He has frequent check ins with you to ensure that you are doing well.

-Occasionally he stops by ramshackle just to chat with you and ensure you have company.

-Believe it or not, he set up a lot of the things you do specifically so that he can ensure you are getting along with other students and have a support system here.

-He lets you keep grim around — even though he has cause countless issues for student and staff alike.

-He’s like your weird uncle. You hardly ever actually see Crowley around, but you know that he is looking out for you in his own way. 

-Thats all that matters, right?

Crewel

-Crewel is also anther oddball when it comes to how he shows that he cares.

-He is… aware that Crowley does not do a very good job at caring for you, and he’s a bit easier on you because of that.

-He’s probably harder on you homework-wise than most other students though.

-He wants to see you excel and succeed in his class.

-It would be the biggest fuck you to Crowley ever, so he works hard to make sure that you prove yourself to everyone.

-He makes sure that you’re sleeping and eating well, and if he sees that you are not, he makes you stay ofter class to talk to him so you both can find a way to solve this issue.

-If it’s money issues keeping you from eating, don’t worry. He’s now making you a lunch — or at least he gives you some money to eat.

-The nicest thing he does for you, however, is he gets you clothes.

-Your uniform is pretty… bad, and he feels bad for you.

-So, he takes matters into his own hands and gets you a nice new one that actually fits you.

-He and Trein have a rivalry over who treats you better and who you like more. (Trein is winning by like one point and it drives Crewel crazy).

-Crewel very much is the one to tell you “Boys are stupid, don’t date — especially not the ones here.” Lol

-Again, more like a very ambitious uncle who just really loves his family but never wants kids of his own.

-Oh, also, his dogs love you. So that’s a plus.

Trein

-He has two girls of his own, and he really does love kids, he’s just… jaded from years of being a teacher for snotty kids like Ace.

-You though? He likes you a lot.

-You’re a troublemaker, sure, but you always try your best in classes and have been making the best of your situation.

-Speaking of, Trein hates the way Crowley is so lackadaisical about your position and treatment.

-You are a living person? How could he just leave you to almost starve or freeze in your rickety old dorm?

-Trein visits your dorm frequently after his school day is done, just to ensure you have food and are able to stay warm/cool in the respective seasons.

-If he finds that you do not have enough food or cannot afford it, he talks to both Sam and Crowley and scolds them into lowering prices for you and raising your passive income.

-He still buys you things with his own money.

-If you fall asleep in class and you look like you need it, he won’t bother you. 

-Tells you that you can always come to him if you’re having trouble with anyone, and he will most definitely deal with them.

-Do you need extra help with homework, he’ll stay late just to ensure you’re understanding the material. 

-Seriously the number one dad at NRC, and he’s really happy to have you around since you remind him so much of his girls.

Vargas

-The resident promoter of a healthy lifestyle and great workout routine at NRC.

-You don’t really spend that much time around Vargas, so you two aren’t close, but he knows about you through the other members of staff.

-He knows how Crowley treats you, and while he isn’t one to play favorites… he can make an exception.

-Especially since he knows you aren’y always eating enough thanks to your limited budget.

-The last thing he needs is a student passing out in his class.

-He still pushes you to work out and participate, but if you’re looking like a ghost when you walk into class he’s going to make you go change and get some rest.

-He’s a gym nut, not a monster.

-He’s good with dieting though, so he’s able to tell Trein and Crewel and Same what would be best for you to eat in your condition.

-So yeah, he’s likely the least involved in your life, but he does help you from behind the scenes.

-It’s better than Crowley, so that’s a win in his books.

Sam

-Other than Trein, Sam probably sees you the most frequently out of everyone.

-You come into his shop at least once a day for something.

-At first he treated you the same as every other student, charing you ridiculously hight prices for typically cheap stuff.

-Then one day you came in looking for something to eat, cause you’d run out of what little Crowley gave you, but you didn’t have enough money.

-He nearly cried at how heartbroken you looked when you realized you couldn’t get anything.

-He gave you the whole meal for free, didn’t even ask for what you had.

-Trein is also on his ass about how high his prices are, so he purposefully has a “discount” every time you’re there to buy something.

-He also gets to know you through your shopping and makes and effort to talk to you to feel out where you are physically and mentally.

-He reports what he notices back to Trein and Crowley, just to make sure someone who has the power to is taking care of you.

-You’ve got a friend in Sam, that’s for sure.

[joaniscruzing]

echoes in the elixirs

WOOHOOOO yay this fic is finally done! i had so much fun writing this! thank you to everyone who supported the last fic i did, i was so happy to see so much interest! special shoutout to @joj0-thesimp for requesting and proofreading beforehand! per usual, requests are ALWAYS welcome! I write for jinx, vi and caitlyn, and do take smut requests.

also, i did my research on the herbs. a good amount of people predict that Jinx struggles with schizophrenia, which its symptoms can be alleviated with ginkgo. please let me know if my research is wrong, that way i can fix this :)

summary: jinx, looking rather off, enters your apothecary, to which you take care of her for the night.

warnings: mention of jinx's mental health issues, mention of seizures, lots of fluff, herbs are basically meds for jinx, jinx needs a hug, one-bed trope, cuddling

“Have a great day!” you called as you gave your product to your client. In the Undercity, every day in the apothecary was quite a busy one. Hundreds of people would file in every day, as they would trade in for your elixirs and remedies that would cure their pain and suffering, even if it was just for a while. The atmosphere was always loud and bustling, making you struggle to keep up.

However, when Jinx would arrive in your shop, things would usually calm down for the amount of time she was there. Business would slow down, and it was usually just you and her alone in the store. Or maybe it wasn’t, and you were just so enamored by Jinx to even notice. Either way, Jinx was your one time to stop and take a breather during the day, which was ironic, considering her electrifying, energetic presence. 

“So, do you have my order, sugar?” Jinx would ask when she would enter.

“Sure do! Right here,” you’d always answer. However, today, there was something different. Jinx seemed like there was some sort of hole inside her. She hadn’t shown up for a while, since Silco had died, Piltover had been attacked, and she had had to hide to stay alive.

Today, however, she entered the store, a hood over her head, and her head low. Not to your surprise, instead of greeting you with those words, she browsed the store first, looking around, and generally not communicating with anyone. Understandable. However, you saw she was shaking as if winter’s frost had bitten her, and she had been without a coat. Trying not to overthink it too much, you went on with your business, packing up and giving your orders and occasionally convincing customers to buy more. When your final order was given, you left your table to check up on Jinx.

“Hey Jinx, are you okay?”

She seemed startled by your words, as if she didn’t expect you to come up to her and ask her that. She immediately tried to leave the store, ultimately avoiding your question.

“Jinx!” you called after her, grabbing her arm. “Do you need anything?”

“Yeah,” Jinx admitted, choked up in tone, “I need a shit ton of ginkgo biloba. More than you usually give.” Your stomach drops. Fortunately, now you know exactly what’s going on, and what you can do to help her.

“Is it getting worse?” you ask, turning Jinx around, and holding her shoulder. Her face was all you needed as an answer. Tear streaks lined her face, black and mixed up with her makeup. Her fingernails were unpainted and outlined with her blood from picking at the skin around it so much. The only distinct features that stayed were her two long braids, still hanging off her head and cascading past her waist to her ankles.

“With Silco dead, I just… don’t feel important anymore. They’re getting louder. I can’t sleep, or work, or do anything, I-” Jinx divulges, her head in her hands. You remove her hands from her face and replace them with your own.

“Jinx, do you need to stay here tonight? I can make you some food, and make you a nice tea with the ginkgo, as well as some lavender to calm you down. Whatever you need.”

“How much ginkgo?”

“The usual dosage I give you. Any more could make things a lot worse. Plus, the lavender will calm you down, help you sleep.”

“How much worse? Like what, I pass out for a week or something?”

“Jinx, have you ever heard of a seizure?”

“Oh. I guess I could stay the night. It’s not like I have anything better to do at home or anything.” With that, you closed up your shop, locking the doors, and covering the windows, that way no one knew you were secretly housing Piltover’s most wanted criminal.

You took the time to make Jinx a nice meal, as you knew she already didn’t eat enough, let alone whatever her eating habits were during this tough time of hers. As the meal cooked, you also ground up some lavender and ginkgo, which you then put into a bag in order to prepare her tea. After that, you left the kitchen in the back of your shop real quick to check on Jinx.

“Shut up! She wants to help me, I know it!” you heard her shouting, pacing around the room. Before you knew what you were doing, you ran up to her and hugged her as tightly as you could, making sure she knew that you did care. You heard her breathing slow down, and her body unwind as her tense state left her.

“You good, Jinx?” you asked. She pulled away to look at you, surprised.

“Why do you even care this much?”

“Look, you’ve told me a few things about yourself here and there. And it sucks. Other than the herbs I know you need to calm down, I know you need to be taken care of right now. You need someone to be there for you. And I want to be there for you right now.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re nice to be around.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re funny, and caring, and innovative, and your presence always brightens my day.” With this, Jinx’s round, purple eyes widen.

“I brighten your day?”

“Yes, Jinx. You brighten my day. I look forward to seeing you on the days you’re to come pick up your herbs just so I can see you, even if it’s for a few minutes. Jinx, everyone here is so down to business, and you’re the one who always lingers. Well, sometimes. Other times you were afraid of getting caught for sneaking out, so you were in and out.”

Jinx hugs you this time, burying her face in your chest.

“You’re a good person, don’t ever forget that,” Jinx discloses, tightening her grip.

“Okay, hate to let you go, but I do need to check in on the food and tea.” Jinx holds on as you struggle your way to the kitchen, making sure the food didn’t burn during the moment between the two of you. Luckily, everything was ready, and in about five minutes, dinner had been served for you both. Jinx’s tea helped her greatly, calming her down. The sense of calmness in her eyes brought relief to yours, as you were glad to know that Jinx’s head would slow down for a bit. She was also happy to eat the meal you cooked, which, per your prediction, was the first proper meal she had had in a very long time. After your scrumptious meal, you both prepared for bed. However, there was one small kink in the works of your plan to take care of Jinx; there was only one bed.

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” you assured, “I can sleep on the floor.”

“Are you sure? I can sleep there too,” Jinx replied. You put your foot down though, insisting that she needed a proper sleep. It truly didn’t worry you at all. You began to lay down on the ground, preparing for your sleep. Just as you were about to close your eyes, you heard Jinx’s voice from the corner.

“Could you maybe sleep in the bed with me?”

“Yeah, is everything okay?”

“I just, haven’t slept in a new place that wasn’t where I was holed up in for a long time. Plus, you’re comforting to be around.” You get up, pillows and blankets in your arms, and settle into the bed with Jinx. She clutches onto your waist, her legs wrapping around yours. It takes every fiber in you to not turn around and spoon Jinx right there and then. However, your bountiful dinner, Jinx’s tea, and the calming atmosphere put both of you right to sleep.

so. i originally was going to make this some sort of a love story, but i felt like i couldn't considering jinx's mental state in this fic. shall i draft a part 2/ time jump where they get together?

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[confuzing]

could we hear more abt ur super secret au/transmigrated apartment building au? 🥺 i'm a big fan of these sorts of AUs, and i can never get enough of them

The apartment building is 5 stories, 4 apartments per floor. Initial headcount is 34 people, 4 dogs, 6 cats, 2 turtles, a snake and a tank of goldfish.

The apartment transmigrated in the middle of the night when everyone was home so most people just suddenly woke up Elsewhere. (Some people were not asleep.)

Specifically they're in PIDW post worlds merging, so the mountain they're at the foot of is Bai Lu Mountain, and the river they're on the banks of is the Luo, but the closest human settlement is HHP and it's several days away. (Far enough away no one at HHP immediately notices the building).

(Why yes, this Luo Binghe has gone on a weird thought provoking trip to another universe- but we'll worry about him later.)

Airplane and Cucumber Bro are the only two who've read PIDW (some more people read it later but most of them wait for the version SY makes where he strips out the story and just leaves a glossary of plants, animals and such). That plus Airplane's natural aptitude for logistics and SY's ability to figure out problems not involving his own emotions quickly puts the pair of them in a semi-leadership position. There's lots of little apartment meetings while they figure out what exactly to do. Which is start a tea room- they need money-get some animals to raise, start growing food, figure out securing their water and electricity, and let the med students help out the occasional traveler in need.

They figure out the mountain is Bai Lu when a few of the adults, including Airplane, investigate the little girl who loves snakes' report of a "nice weird snake guy" in the woods. This culminates in Airplane and Cucumber Bro sitting around an extremely confused Tianlang Jun trying to figure out how to un-trap him when they only got spiritual veins two weeks ago.

Tianlang Jun: ...Why?

Shen Yuan: What you think we can just go home knowing you're here? Sounds like something assholes would do and we aren't assholes. *pats his head*

Tianlang Jun: ...huh. All desires for vengeance against humanity have suddenly left my body.

They do eventually get him out and Tianlang Jun and Zhuzhi-lang move into one of the empty apartments in the building. Tianlang Jun is in Rough shape but luckily the med students are very eager and have a great time testing things out on the Heavenly Demons (Zhuzhi-lang volunteered for it, it's fiiiine. And look! Now they know giving heavenly demons blood thinners is a bad idea! Science!)

The Heavenly Demons get attached to the apartment residents pretty quickly and wind up acting as bouncers and guards for the building once they're on their feet.

Tianlang Jun looooves movies, and modern music and books and the building has a lot of them. The token white guy James has been cataloguing everyone's movies, books and such so they can set up an inter- apartment lending system. And also it's a good idea for everyone to know that the single Mom on the top floor has all the books about gardening you could ever want. (She's the one who starts propagating the tomatoes and such).

One last fun thing, Airplane is taller than Cucumber Bro in this AU. Shen Yuan is borderline short thanks to the lifetime of medical issues. He's not salty about it.

[most-datable-datable-bracket]

MOST DATABLE DATABLE CHARACTER 2 THIRD PLACE

Claude propaganda:

"To say Claude has trust issues is an understatement—you have to spend half the game earning his. (Claude isn't even his real name!) Once you have it, though, he's absolutely ride or die for you until the stars go out. He is so full of heart and ambition: He wants both sides of his heritage to get along, he wants to open borders and eliminate xenophobia and promote equality between commonfolk, and deep down, I think he craves a partner to stand with him at that new dawn, or an equal who sees his vision for the future and will fight for it just as hard. Nobody believed in him when he was a kid, but if you put your faith in him, he'll return it tenfold. Some people don't like that he's calculating, or has to leave the player character at the end of the game to go back to his homeland, but both are necessary elements for his goals to change things. He will always come back, and everyone who bets against him and his love for his companions is wrong with a big fat W. #KhalidForMostDatablePrez"

"Claude is a fun little onion of facades. He calls himself the embodiment of distrust, he acts like he's carefree and without worries, an unscrupulous schemer--and so many in universe buy into that hook line and sinker. He's used to others viewing him with suspicion and uses it as armor to obscure his not-so-dark truth: that he cares immensely, that he values minimizing the loss of life, and that above all he has so much hope that people will fundamentally choose to do better given the choice.

His front guards a center that his conflict filled world would be happy to tear apart. As the child of people from two nations in constant conflict--one of which is explicitly isolationist and dehumanizes those outside its church's reach--he hasn't really had a place where he can be without his facade. As a child he thought he could run, but when confronted with the fact that this hatred existed no matter where he ran, he chose to instead try to create a more just and kind world.

His inability to let others in beyond his facade at first may lead to a sense of distance, but isn't it then all the more satisfying when you're allowed in? All he wants is a little trust, a little faith, and--like what he wants to give everyone--a chance to be better.

And like that you got a charming young lad with a fun personality that your grandma would be thrilled to have stay forever."

Elliott propaganda:

“Just look at him. Pure hunk energy.”

“I will punch anyone who dislikes him. He’s like a fire emblem character in the modern day. He’s so flamboyant and handsome, he can play the piano and he’s best friends with the old fishing man!”

“dramatic writer man with sexy hair”

"Since I like elliott. I will state some reasons why I like him

Imagine if Mr. Darcy didn’t insult your family first time you met him, that’s Elliott. The man who’s basically the hallmark romance love interest. He’s a writer who moves to the small town in the country side to find inspiration for his writing. Then he finds the farmer.

He has a crab living in his pocket

He can play the piano (hopefully it isn’t the river flows in you however)

His fans sometimes hc him as a merman and that’s just a major plus IMO

He genre of the book he writes is dependent on what genre you say you like.

He also sends letters to you if you marry him

Okay and also some things I dislike

His liked gifts, the easiest one is pomegranates, which cost like 6000g to grow a tree if you don’t pick the fruit cave. I AM NOT GETTING SQUID INK IN YEAR ONE FOR YOU.

he might be British /j

The fact he has no kitchen but still likes food like lobster, like he is just a mystery. Lives in a cabin, with no kitchen, no washroom (okay no character has a washroom), but still likes the most fancy food out there and has luscious hair worthy of a L’Oréal ad.

Gifting him on rainy days when you don’t have two hearts"

[yuri-is-online]

Hey, Yuri, do you think Yuu would ever run the risk of being put in danger by having a romantic relationship with any of the more high-profile members of the cast? I mean, we’ve got royalty, nobility, celebrities, and the very wealthy attending this school. I’ve just been rotating my brain about how these relationships would work out and Yuu is a pretty vulnerable target without NRC’s security. - 🦐

Hmmmmmm. I have a bunch of thoughts about this actually... I tried ranking them from least to most dangerous if that makes sense? But don't read too deeply into the bullet point placements they were mostly just a stream of consciousness thing.

Not that Risky (surprisingly)

Leona- we don't really have details about his brother's marriage, but I don't think his family has been shown to be overly keen on forming alliances with outside countries, the Savannah seems more concerned with itself. I don't think his family would be too fussed with his partner being a magicless person from outerspace, if anything this might be seen as a plus to the councilors that are always mocking Leona behind his back as his partner's lack of royal blood makes him even less fit for the throne. Not to mention Leona himself is more than enough to protect Yuu, he's the only royal at the school without a proper retainer (which you could argue is because no one at home likes him) but I doubt his family would let him do that if he was genuinely in danger.

Rook- he's Rook. His family does sound rather sweet from the very very very little we know about him (he also seems like he was kind of sheltered as a kid, something I should chew on sometime) so I doubt they would allow anything too bad to happen to Yuu.

Vil- his main issue is his contract, the Japanese Idol industry is cut throat and often sees things like bans on relationships as part of the contract. Vil doesn't want to risk his career or reputation, he mentions that he himself is a brand and I can't see him wanting to put that pressure on Yuu if they're not up for it. But... there are also celebrities who have really private personal lives and I sort of get the sense Vil is like that? And I don't think he would be too bothered if Yuu didn't want to be super public, it would certainly make it easier to keep you safe.

Idia- S.T.Y.X. might be a gloomy place but no one knows where it is

Medium Danger (danger is real but can be managed)

Jade and Floyd- we don't actually know what their family does, just that it's probably sketchy and that Mama Leech calls them every day, taught them self defense, and just generally seems to worry about them a lot. The danger is very real under the sea, but I also sort of get the sense that messing with the Leech family is skipping the fuck around and going straight to find out.

Azul- his business is going to make him enemies sooner or later, but at least during school Yuu should be more or less safe. Azul's able to keep on top of the students who mean Yuu harm, and Yuu is able to politely ignore their boyfriend's business (or maybe they have a knack for helping?) When you get older I can see Azul's need for a security team expanding, but he'll have money to get the best.

Riddle- ok so. I don't think his mom would try to kill you. But god she would be such a toxic person to manage. I'm actually working on a (very old) request atm that involves discussing what Riddle's mom might do if she finds Riddle with a partner instead of his studies (which I assume she's paying for) especially during his internship. She'd go full scorched earth and get very confused when Yuu doesn't back off like Trey did.

Huston We Have a Problem

Kalim- the amount of assassination attempts my poor boy has already canonically endured... I imagine there are probably going to be more in his future. I can see Yuu needing their own retainer (which could be a fun concept for an oc) to protect them and test their food. When Grim becomes a great mage I'm sure he could help with that actually, wouldn't that be cute?!

MALLEUS- acceptance of humans is virtually non existence in Briar Valley AND his mother hated humans so much she "blessed" her child to only be loved by fae. We don't actually know how the senate works but I imagine they would lose their ever loving shit if Malleus brought home a human as a friend and now he wants to make them his spouse? No. They say no. Time to show them what an absolute monarchy means I guess.

Assuming Yuu isn't in a relationship with Malleus I could see their friendship actually sort of being a boon to them, especially if Yuu was with Kalim or Azul. Pissing of the merchants is one thing, but the King of the Abyss? No thank you, they'll just take their losses and go.

[floralcavern]

Indie pilots/shows/projects to support!

Click titles for links!

1)) Gods’ School

Do you like Greek Mythology? Do you like drama? Then you would probably love Gods’ School! Indie French Artist, Gaylord, has been working on this series for 7 years! Incredible animation, interesting spins on mythology, and fun voice acting. The only downside is how infrequent the uploads are :(

2)) Pretty Pretty Please I Don’t Want To Be A Magical Girl

Are you a magical girl enjoyer? Or do you hate magical girls? Either way, you will love this pilot! Aika is a magical girl who has grown to hate her job. With just a pilot out, it is hilarious with beautiful art and incredible cast of voice actors

3)) My Pride

An incredible show! Sadly, today (Feb 28) marks the 4 year anniversary of since it’s gone on hiatus. But meet Nothing, the outcast in her lion pride, as she has to fight against the ableism and discrimination she faces while also getting tied up in godly affairs and lions from the outside of her pride

4)) Persona Project

This one is a bit more.. unique. Created by PetPyves, a veteran of indie animation. This is how I found their content, but Persona Project is extremely unique, as it tells the story of the animator PetPyves, Hawley, and them working through their trauma by personifying different phases of their life into characters, or personas. All animated, voice acted, and directed by Hawley, and with frequent uploads, it is incredible and a beautiful project I feel like everyone should check it out. So much respect to Hawley for telling their story and for this incredible animation. Treat this project with extreme respect and care, as Hawley is putting their heart into this and has already had to deal with people being disrespectful, sadly. (Here’s a set of ground rules and boundaries they’ve set, if you want to check it out)

5)) Chikn Nuggit

A silly series of shorts telling the everyday stories of Chikn and his other food-based animal friends. Surely, there’s nothing sinister going on.. right?

6)) Epic the Musical: concept album

Another mythology based thing! While not animated like the other things above, there are many small time artists doing incredible animatics for this indie project! A musical telling the story of The Odyssey!

7)) Theratpy

There is sadly not much out for this one, but I still love it! It follows Ratticus, a rat with anger issues and intrusive thoughts, going to therapy sessions with Dr. Zoro. It’s simple, but it makes me happy. It reminds me of Good Will Hunting, which will always be a plus in my book!

I may do a part 2 if I end up finding more indie projects that I love. I just wanted to share. Check these out and support indie creators and artists!

[enjakey]

Cringe, Just a Bit

Jake x you x Sunghoon | fluff, some smut, angst, cheating | Joey and Chandler au (the one where chandler crosses the line), students au | small drabble | work of pure fiction, NOT reality. I love Jake and Sunghoon sm. If you have a problem, don’t read it.

If you had to be completely honest, Jake was cringe. Not a lot, just a little bit, enough to always keep you in the middle- one foot towards him and one foot away.

You liked him, really, you did. You had so much in common- you took the same classes, went to the same cafés, ordered the same food. But when the honeymoon phase passed, you realised how different you were as well. You saw that, but Jake didn’t. He didn’t really know you.

The first time you met Jake, it was during a frat party. It wasn’t your ideal weekend venture but somehow, after your friends begged and pleaded and dragged you there, you had no choice but to stay. But your friends had left you to conform into the drunk and dancing crowd- surprise, surprise.

You were left on the sidelines, leaning against an empty wall, drinking soda while pretending it had alcohol in it.

Plus, you were meant to be driving everyone home.

When Jake approached you, his only intention was to fuck you. And you looked easy- not in the insecure and desperate for attention kind of way but rather the fact that you looked bored and out of place. He was drunk, you were pretty and like him, you wanted to get out of there. It was kind of perfect, right?

And when Jake approached you, the pretty boy of the frat and the nerd of the university, you were surprised. Because he didn’t know who you were until the moment he approached you with his cheesy pick up lines. He didn’t even know your name until you whispered it in his ear.

You could tell how horny he was- whether it was for you or because of the vodka, you didn’t really care. His hard-on brushed against your thigh and though his voice was confident, his eyes made his desperation for a high obvious.

And to be honest, you were kind of open to the idea, too. It wasn’t like you, to have one night stands with strangers- popular strangers, at that. But watching your friends have fun and realising that you weren’t was one of the biggest reasons you even allowed him to take you out of the frat and into his apartment only a two minute walk away.

You wanted to get away from the anxiety the party brought you- the headache, the burning cheeks and the heaving chest. Jake seemed like the next best thing.

Sex with Jake was pretty much everything that you had expected. His kiss was messy but deep, wet. His hands were rough against your body but you kind of liked that he was feral over you. His pants were breathy and ragged. And when he ate you out, he was groaning and licking all the right spots- he got the job done, which was more than what most men could do. And when he fucked you after that, dick slipping into you with ease, his thrusts were hard and fast. And both of you reached an orgasm, that wasn’t an issue.

It was good. He’d fucked you to sleep and then, he collapsed beside you.

Jake only decided to ask you out on a date when he woke up the next morning and saw you clinging onto his pillow, your hair scattered across his chest. He thought you were pretty (obviously, he wouldn’t have brought things this far otherwise), he thought you were cute. And he thought you looked so beautiful against his body.

Jake wasn’t the type to seek out relationships. But now that he was watching you stir awake, he thought he’d give it a shot.

Dating Jake- the way he was in a relationship- however, was not what you expected. It wasn’t to say he wasn’t a bad boyfriend, no. He was great- so protective, so caring and so entertaining. And the sex? Oh, the sex just got better and better the more he got to know you.

But he annoyed you sometimes- perhaps it was because he was him or perhaps because he was nothing like you. But you found your cheeks burning from embarrassment a lot more than you should.

He really did have a Wasian personality- it was his cool-guy attitude, his gen-z slang and his habit of throwing up gang signs. It was also the things he said sometimes- sometimes offensive, sometimes a bit too weird and try-hard. You didn’t know where he got it from- perhaps the frat, perhaps his friends back in Australia. But you were too scared to bring it up to him because it was reason enough for a fight.

Times like this, you would remind yourself of all the reasons you did like him. His accent, his laugh, his smart mind, his laugh, when he styled his hair away from his forehead, his eyes and of course, the way he bragged about you.

Jake, ever since the two month mark of your relationship, never wanted to be away from you. He loved talking to you, loved being beside you, loved watching you just exist in his space. This meant that you spent a lot of nights over at his apartment- studying, eating, sleeping, practically living together.

And during that time, you’d even become familiar with his roommate and best friend, Sunghoon.

Now, you didn’t know much about Sunghoon. You only knew him as Jake’s friend and when you talked, you knew him as reserved and quiet. He didn’t talk much, not to you at least.

But to be friends with someone as talkative as Jake, being a listener must have been perfect, right?

Perhaps getting to know Sunghoon was the biggest mistake you made- or your biggest blessing, you didn’t know which at the time.

It was another night spent in Jake’s bedroom but you were forced awake by an empty stomach. And when you stumbled into the kitchen, you saw Sunghoon there, sitting on the kitchen island with his laptop shinning a soft glow against his face, reflecting against his glasses.

When he saw you, his face and ears perked up like a puppy who could sniff his favourite treat- it was an expression Jake emulated a lot, too. You didn’t know who got it from who (let’s be honest, Sunghoon got it from Jake).

“Sorry, just grabbing some food,” you told him, but he didn’t respond.

Sunghoon hummed and pretended like he went back to doing his assignment. But when your back turned to him when opening the fridge door, he was looking at you. He tried to be sly about it, but it didn’t really matter because no one would catch him.

Then you turned back with a half baked sandwich in your hand and sat across from him. Sunghoon focused on his laptop again. You ate the cold, crumbly sandwich without complaint.

But then you started asking him questions- trying to get to know her boyfriend’s best friend. And Sunghoon succumbed.

That night, you learned that you and Sunghoon had a lot more in common than you thought. The cold, aloof Sunghoon was mostly just shy and introverted- much like yourself. And both of you were listeners, so you registered more about each other than you admitted.

And guess what? Both of your favourite books from your childhoods was The Velveteen Rabbit. And you had the same opinions on movies, had the same taste in music, laughed at all the same jokes and read all the same newspapers- Jake didn’t even keep up with the news, let alone media.

Sunghoon wasn’t the smartest, he got by. And nor was he the most popular- that was all Jake’s area of excellence. But he was human- he had interests, he had thoughts, he had worries. And those were things Jake never showed to you or acknowledged in you.

Sunghoon was soft spoken, attentive and just- he was everything Jake wasn’t.

In that conversation, you felt a spark. And to wish him goodnight felt criminal. You really, really, didn’t want to stop talking talking to him.

And that was concerning because it was something you hadn’t felt with Jake- that yearning, that interest to just talk.

You felt a spark that you hadn’t felt with Jake. And you were so certain (but it could have been the glow of his laptop and the darkness of the kitchen) that he felt the spark too, from the way his eyes sparkled when he smiled at you- that toothy, sharp, almost dangerous smile.

This was definitely getting you in trouble.

From then on, every time you were in their apartment, cuddled up with Jake on the couch or eating together, it was filled with stolen glances from Sunghoon and brushing past each other. Pretending like they didn’t really know each other, pretending like their late night conversations didn’t happen more than once after the first time.

Then it eventually led to Sunghoon leaving the apartment when you were around. He didn’t mean you harm- he just couldn’t watch it, you and his best friend being together. When you were clearly meant to be with him.

When Sunghoon first met you, he thought you were pretty. There was no denying it. But that was all that it was- it was equivalent to finding a stranger on the street attractive. Sunghoon simply moved on with his life.

But then it was that damn conversation on the kitchen island, it was the damn stress of the night and the cold sandwich and the forgotten assignment- he’d felt that spark. He’d fallen for you. He was drawn to you more than what was considered appropriate.

But the very next morning, he was reminded of the fact you weren’t his by the moans that erupted from Jake’s room- his skin slapping into yours.

Sunghoon was never jealous of Jake. But this would be the first time.

And those conversations over the kitchen island kept happening. At first, he thought it was all a coincidence- that you happened to always get hungry at night and he happened to always be up late doing work. But somewhere down the line, he knew that you were pretending to be hungry and that he was feigning work, waiting for you to crawl out of Jake’s room and into a conversation with him.

And you know what? Sunghoon knew Jake didn’t know you as well as he did. He could bet all his assets on it. Because Jake ran to him in a panic, asking him what he could possibly get you for your birthday. And Sunghoon had to stand there and pretend like he didn’t know, like you hadn’t shared half your life story with him by then.

Jake got you a mug. And it wasn’t a bad gift- everyone who knew you knew that you liked collecting mugs. But what pissed Sunghoon off was that Jake didn’t even know what kind of mugs you liked. You liked the funky kind, the kind that started conversations or made people laugh- in weird shapes or of unattractive animated characters.

Jake just… got you a plain mug. But okay, at least he knew you liked mugs, right? But it wasn’t the special edition of The Velveteen Rabbit that Sunghoon got you.

But the thing is… as much as Sunghoon was pining over you, he still couldn’t help the affection he had for his best friend. And when your birthday did come, Jake was wondering out loud if his gift for you was too basic (yes, it was) and Sunghoon sighed and exchanged his gift with him. Because Jake looked like he really liked you. And Sunghoon cared too much about Jake.

“Here,” Sunghoon said. “This is a better gift.”

And Jake didn’t question why Sunghoon knew it. He just hugged him and said, “thanks mate, I owe you one.”

Jake took you out for dinner at a swanky restaurant that night. It was a nice date, one filled with amazing food and funny conversation. And when you came back, he railed you into his bed as he whispered sweet words into your ear.

And Sunghoon, sitting on the kitchen island, sat through it all- your moans, his moans, the creak of the bed, everything. And he sat there, hoping that maybe, even on the night of your birthday, you would feign hunger in hopes of finding him on the kitchen island.

And you did. Sunghoon’s heart leaps into his throat when you did, his eyes filling with hope.

You smiled at him, approached him awkwardly, for the first time.

Sunghoon waited.

“I-,” you tutted, not knowing where to start. “I know you gifted me that.”

“What?”

“The Velveteen Rabbit,” you clarified. “I know it was you. I never told him. So- thank you, Sunghoon.”

Sunghoon didn’t say anything after that. And in that moment, when he saw the way you smiled at him, saw the desperation in your eyes and the hesitation in your feet to step closer to him- Sunghoon leaps towards you.

No, he literally leapt at you and kissed you.

All his morals went out the window. He didn’t care that his best friend was only a few feet away, sound asleep in his bed, oblivious to the way his girlfriend was melting into his best friend’s mouth and touch.

And he didn’t stop kissing you and you didn’t stop kissing him. You felt guilty, in the back of your mind, you really did. But kissing Sunghoon? It felt like the best thing you’d ever done. And he was nothing like Jake.

He kissed you so much slower and passionate, treated your lips meticulously, held your waist and neck so strategically, pulled you close to him like you’d disappear if he didn’t.

He held you firmly but softly, he touched you like you were treasure. He breathed you in like you were oxygen and not just a girl he likes to fuck.

And, God, it felt too perfect to be true.

But as soon as euphoria hit you, you pulled away. You pushed him away softly by his chest and Sunghoon knew exactly what it meant- that reality was crashing, that this was wrong. You said it yourself.

“Fuck, Sunghoon, what did we do?” You were near tears, hands shaking as you brought them up to cover your mouth.

Sunghoon carded his fingers through his hair, letting guilt and shame wash over him. And suddenly, it was all too overwhelming. And he looked at you- he hated himself. He hurt his best friend.

“I fucked up, Y/N,” Sunghoon sighed, moving to sit on his chair again, head in his hands.

But you were still standing, still in the spot Sunghoon kissed you and took your breath away and turned your entire world upside down- what were you supposed to do?

“What am I supposed to do?”

“Fuck, I don’t- I don’t know,” Sunghoon sighed again. He wasn’t sure himself. Do you tell the truth and fess up? Do you pretend like it never happened?

Does Sunghoon just give up the girl of his dreams to his stupid best friend?

“Y/N, I’m so in love with you-”

“Sunghoon,” you sobbed, wanting to confess, too. Wanting to feel the comfort of saying it back- but how could you? You cheated on your boyfriend. It didn’t matter if you weren’t in love with Jake and it didn’t matter if the relationship wasn’t perfect- you cheated.

“But fuck, Jake means too much to me. He’s my best friend,” Sunghoon looked at you- almost like he was pleading, begging you to find an answer that could make all this go away. “Jake’s my best friend.”

“What do we do?” You asked again.

“I love you,” he said again. “But I can’t do that to Jake.”

That night, a little part of Sunghoon died. And he knew you took away a bigger part of him when you decided to leave both his and Jake’s life- no explanation, no apology, no actual time to adjust.

You just left, moved on, and left the two best friends shattered.

[gouraminnow]

What are your thoughts on Law as a yan? I don’t see a lot on him and plus, he’s interesting to write about since he’s kinda hard to pin down. But I’d argue that he could be one of the worst off out there…falling on the extremely controlling kind…

Yeah, I agree he's hard to pin down tbh. That's a common issue with more stoic/straight-man (stock character trope, not sexuality lol) type characters. They're most fun when they have other characters to bounce off of imo. I enjoy watching him the most when he's responding to the antics of others.

Another factor is that... he isn't good with his emotions. This is not a guy who's going to confess his undying affection to you easily, if at all. He will be bottling things up, and it's going to take a lot for him to tell you he loves you.

I will posit two potential paths for a yandere Law. The first is a bit more light-hearted, and the second will be more angsty and focus on him being controlling like you said.

Going with the comedic-foil role he has going with the Strawhats and even his own crew, I can see a version of yan Law where he falls for some sort of ridiculous feral heathen of a darling. Just a cheerful agent of chaos constantly getting into trouble, frequently egged on by Penguin and Shachi. You aren't defenseless, but between giving him heart attacks and making him agonize late at night over how he could possibly be so utterly whipped for someone like you- you're gonna be the cause of his first grey hairs if the guy doesn't have any already.

Maybe he even wants to be controlling- intends on tightening the leash- but you're both slippery and oblivious that he never quite manages it, and you aren't actually trying to leave him, so it doesn't escalate. Ordering you to stay put, locking you in a room, even slipping sleeping meds into your food- you and plenty of other crew members attribute his concerning behavior to the fact that you're that much of a hellion. It becomes a game to you almost. Rush head long into a fight or just run off to explore as soon as he isn't paying attention. "How far can we get before the Captain Rooms us" becomes a competition.

You're a gremlin and he's the scary dog following behind you. He hopes to god you never meet Luffy.

As for the more angsty option...

Law is already shown to be extremely protective of his crew in canon. He's the face of the heart pirates, he literally made them all hide out on Zou during the Dressrosa arc so they wouldn't be at risk. Got a whole different crew to risk their lives taking down Doflamingo.

So yeah, controlling + protective yan Law feel very possible. He breathes down your neck. Maybe he even has a supervised diet/exercise plan Your world is your room on the yellow tang, sometimes the rest of the ship. Very, very rarely do you get to go outside. You are, essentially, a patient that he also cuddles with.

I don't think he'd deliberately make you sick or injure you for the sake of control, especially not with an ability that allows him to immobilize you without permanent damage. But unfortunately your inevitably plummeting mental health will be used as a reason he needs to take care of you. Part of him wants to find some place for you like Zou- safe and protected from all the bullshit his crew gets into. But being yandere means being selfish. He wants you safe and close. Besides, how could he truly ensure his health plan for you was being followed unless he's right there with you?

If it's any consolation, he's not having a good time either. He's a doctor. Of course he realizes what this is doing to you. But he can't let go, or won't let go- he doesn't want to figure out which, truly. He feels guilty but not enough to do the right thing.

[ktjislove1119]

｡:ﾟ૮ ˶ˆ ﻌ ˆ˶ ა ﾟ:｡ romantic gestures intak does for you

pairing : (p1h) intak x male reader

rating : ofc, its fluff!!!!

warnings : none :)

ʚɞ the type of guy who pulls up to every date with something in his hands; whether it be flowers, sweet treats, a little gift, there's always something that he has for you that you add onto your collection of intak's cute gifts. he loves seeing that sparkle in your eyes when you notice he has something for you, no matter how big or small it is. so he's made it a mission of his to be able to bring that excitement to you on each of your guys' dates.

and of course it gets him a lot of kisses and affection in return so, that's another huge plus for him.

ʚɞ he would definitely love matching with you and going shopping for said matching clothes. he loves it whenever you guys have little subtle hints of being each others that others can also see. he has a small chain necklace that has your first initial on it, he never goes anywhere without it. he loves color coordinating with you, thinks its so adorable if you also have matching accessories (he will definitely buy you a necklace with the initial "h" and "i" on them).

the buying each other clothes part is also a very calm and fun activity he loves doing with you. going in and out of the fitting rooms together, goofing around in all the shops you walk into, getting to see you look particularly handsome in outfits he chooses - it's all perfect to him.

ʚɞ for anniversaries and big dates in your relationship, trust he is putting in the most effort into whatever extravagent plan you will be surprised with. on your one year anniversary, he took you to a beautiful roof top dinner in a private room so that no one could bother you two, a skyline view of seoul, and the most delicious food. he, of course, feeds you every single bite of your meal, smiling so fondly at you as he does so. it would make anyone blush with the way he so adoringly looks at you. he just lvoes spoiling you and, while he genuinely does do it every day, these big anniversaries are an excuse to go particulary "overboard" (he doesn't think it is, but you have repeatedly told him that he doesn't always need to - he begs to differ). he just loves making his man happy!

ʚɞ will literally do anything to make you comfortable. he's super attentive when it comes to you, so even if you aren't saying anything, he'll recognize your body language and see that you're uncomfortable and do anything in his power to make things right. if you're sitting outside on one of your cafe dates and the sun is bothering you, he switches seats with you in an instant even if that means the sun is glaring right into his eyes now. the person that you've been talking to for the past couple of minutes is beginning to make you uncomfortable, he's giving the perfect excuse for both of you to leave that conversation. he's really a true gentleman, he'll do anything to make sure you're feeling safe and alright.

"baby, we don't have to wait in the cold like this," he suggests, grabbing your gloved hand in his and squeezing.

"we can't leave the line and i really want to try this food, intak," you whine, making him pout at the sound and it's almost as if he feels a physical part of his heart break off at your voice.

it's winter and there's this really good restaurant you and intak have been meaning to try. the only issue is: they don't take reservations and only let you in after you've waited however long the wait time is - which is usually more than an hour. it's been thirty minutes and it began snowing ten minutes ago, not helping with the already freezing temperatures.

"here," he goes through his pockets and pulls out the car keys, "wait in the car with the heater, okay? i don't want you getting frostbite,"

"what about you? i'm not leaving you out here alone," you argue, but he just shakes his head.

"i'll be fine, sweetheart, i can't stand seeing you this cold," he says, his pleading eyes making you almost cave in. but you weren't about to leave your boyfriend out alone in this weather while you were warm and toasty in the car.

"i don't need the car heater, it's okay," you force his hand down and into his pocket, so he can forget about the key. instead, you take him into your arms and give him a tight squeeze. "we can just share body heat like this!"

it's not as effective as a car heater, that's for sure. but intak is happy to have you in his arms and be able to provide you with some warmth himself. so he doesn't complain, practically burying you in the sleeves of his thick puffer jacket and soothing humming a song as you two wait.

yes, you guys looked like those clingy couples waiting in line at amusement parks. yes, it made you get a handful of stares. but intak was happy to have you in his arms and you were actually warming up, so neither of you minded.

plus, the wait was worth it in the end!

ʚɞ the way he's absolutely willing to drop everything for you. both literally and figuratively. keeho told you that, one time when you texted him when they were at the gym together that you wanted some conveince store food, intak stopped spotting him immediately. thankfully, keeho could manage the weight on his own since he was jsut warming up, but if he actually needed an extra set of hands to help him pull the weight up, he would've been fucked with how fast intak disregarded his duties as a spotter. the second intak got that text from you, he was out of the gym in record time and meeting you at the designated spot, a carefree smile on his lips.

and that example isn't even that extreme compared to the other instances.

one time, you had texted intak while he was in the shower (yes, he brings his phone into the shower. yes, it's specifically for the reason on if you text him, he wants to reply as soon as possible) that you wanted to have a movie night. he had tripped and face planted on the tile floor of their shared bathroom with how fast he was running out of the shower. the boys heard a loud bang and immediately came running, only to find a naked intak writhing on the floor holding his leg in pain and his phone screen cracked with the way it so harshly fell onto the floor.

and instead of worrying about his own state, intak said through gritted teeth, "tell [name] i'll see him in ten!" and the members really wondered what type of spell you put intak under. they threw his towel onto his body and theo did the honors of snapping a picture of him in his very embarassing state and sending it to you with the caption intak had said, plus an additional teasing comment on how love sick your boyfriend was.

┆ just intak beign so sickly in love with he can only look at you with love and adoration in his eyes at the LOVE DRUNK smile on his face. ugh i love intak. intak ii love u <3

[jay-arts-t]

October slide is up on us chronically ill individuals so here are some Logan, Laura and Wade headcanons.

I'd like to think Logan experiences pretty similar symptoms to EDS (So more like HSD since they may not experience all related symptoms) since his joints have to hold together adamantium bones. He gets that deep aching twang in his knees, his back hurts more no matter what position he sleeps in.

Wade jokes that he's going into hibernation because Logan starts to struggle with getting up in the morning - not because he's a lazy lump, he just can't bring himself to get out of the warm little pile they've got going on. But once Wade realizes it's because Logan gets chronic pain as well he's investing in an electric blanket to keep them all warm. Logan lives in that blanket now. Their electric bill is through the roof.

I imagine whenever something dislocates or drifts he just casually shoves it back in place as best he can, unless it's his ribs. There isn't much he can do about it. The first time he mentioned that his ribs drift Wade went, "I'm sorry your WHAT?? Put them back???" while Laura just nodded in understanding

Laura experiences pretty similarly to Logan since they have the same conditions. Well, at least in the movie franchise they both have fully adamantium skeletons. I think in the comics they surgically removed her claws, coated them in adamantium and re-implanted them. Pretty sure they did the same thing with Daken with the muramasa blade- but that's a whole can of worms for another time.

I think Laura gets a lot more of the internal issues rather than a lot of joint pain. Yes it's still there, but she has a harder time with stomach pain, her periods are more painful because even internal tissue is affected by EDS. So essentially if she's having a Not Fun Time™ she's crawling over to Logan and using him as a heating pad. Which Logan doesn't mind because 1 Yippie Daughter Time, 2 Yippie Affection, and 3 the pressure feels good on his joints and they both end up falling asleep for the lovable 3pm 6-hour nap.

Laura 🤝 Wade - silly patterned compression socks. You will never see that woman not wearing them. She gets Logan Garfield ones and he wears holes into them.

Once the first leaf falls from the trees Wade is BUNDLED. Warm hat? Check. 3 shirts, 2 hoodies, 2 pants plus compression leggings, 3 socks, and a big ol' winter coat. Logan calls him ridiculous and reminds him that winter and autumn aren't as consistent as they used to be, and they'll probably be back in the 80s the next day. But Wade isn't hearing any of it. He's staying vigilant. He knows his body. It doesn't matter if it's hot or cold, as soon as fall hits his body is like, "hey you know that healing factor you have? Damn where'd it go???"

Laura gets him a portable heating pad.

Vanessa helps Logan learn about what foods are easy on Wade's stomach and which ones to avoid making so he's not in more pain than he already is.

Once winter hits Logan is happy because he's lone wolf cringe and likes the silence and solidarity of winter. Baby you're not getting that in the inner city parts of New York. You're getting slush in the sidewalks and the distinct smell of artificial salt and probably most definitely sewage.

On the other hand, Laura and Wade are miserable. They miss summer. Everything was better when it was hot. Their only reprieve is that it's soup season and also hot beverages are more available (besides coffee, though Laura is a big coffee person. Logan hates it, she calls him a pussy. Wade also hates it unless it's iced with 800 pumps of vanilla and caramel and creamer (real)). I think Wade would be a big eggnog lover but it destroys his stomach. Logan has caught him chugging the carton in the middle of the night. It was disgusting. Logan does the same thing with apple cider.

That's all I got for now

[johnnycrass]

i'm so lucky I have the gift of gab. Someone I met at the fashion show manages a bar here that has a fantasy and medieval theme, all the staff shows up in costume more or less, and they're looking for part-time employees. I showed them a picture of me in the full armor, which I can wear for up to seven hours, so five hour shift Friday night and Saturday night would be no issue, and they were like oh yeah hit me up ASAP. do I have bartending experience? No. I mentioned my experience in being a tour guide, and hosting at restaurants, and they were like oh yeah all we really look for is basic experience in food service 

so if I wanted to I can make some extra money on the weekends. I don't know if I want to give away my time like that though, even though this sounds so fun. They told me the pay is $25 an hour because there are no full time employees. it doesn't hurt to try, plus I like dressing up in a little costume

[caninese]

I’ve had thoughts about Viltrumite Mark (the one without a mustache) being raised on Viltrum, coming to earth in Nolan’s place to assimilate into the planet and prepare it for Viltrum to colonize the place. Anyway, he starts reading/listening human stuff and is kinda surprised with how intelligent humans can be. He’s intrigued by this imperialism thing (it’s called something different in space so he doesn’t realize he’s effectively being de-radicalized) and like he gets into media that tackles it (so both historical and fiction, cause I’m obsessed with the last airbender, probably that show as the fiction). He also is intrigued by music cause Viltrum doesn’t have that and he likes listening to it. He likes lyrical stuff a lot more at first but when he meets reader (he’s a musician and does writing stuff, the kinda stuff Mark reads) he grows to appreciate instrumental songs or songs that lean kinda heavily on instrumentals (What kind of love by Donald Glover comes to mind personally) when reader kinda goes into depth about how more complex parts of instrumental songs work (“So sound swirls aren’t useless without words…?” “Grayson what the fuck are you talking about.”). Genuinely didn’t realize how much emotion can be carried in js instruments alone. Very perplexed by human societal problems that aren’t necessarily present on Viltrum. (“So what I’m gathering is humans have drawn arbitrary lines in the metaphorical sand based on appearance???” “Yea people that look like me and you can have problems in regards to fair resource distribution and other stuff” “You see Viltrum doesn’t have nonsense like this! We’d be able to fix all of this stuff for you guys.” “Ok. But what’s the difference between the arbitrary separation of people based on strength and the arbitrary separation of people based on race?”) I feel like reader would ask Mark those kinda questions and he would mull over them, start questioning what he previously believed, but still want to hold onto his “heritage”. Imperialist brainwashing is one hellava drug man. I might write something like this myself considering I have ideas! Sorry for typing so much lmao🌚.

oo! I actually love this so much! and you don't have to apologize, this fuels my brainrot for invincible sm,

anyways, I definitely love the idea of reader being a musician and viltrumite mark being intrigued by everything, as earth and what humans do plus their cultures, are very different from viltrumite culture, as stated; viltrumites usually explore planets to conquer or prepare planets for colonizing, and mark being sent out to earth and then suddenly going, "hey, this planet actually seems fun! these humans are smart" and yadada, I could also imagine viltrumite mark slowly getting or wanting to play instruments because of reader, basically influencing him.

I also could think of, musician reader being all surprised when he discovers mark isn't just an ordinary being, but an 'alien' (which in marks eyes, sounds a bit offensive lol, but hey, reader doesn't know that) and then suddenly thinking of a meme he found on the internet about that dancing frog (if you know this makes it even funnier) but readers chill about finding out mark isn't a normal human (I'd like to think reader would be very friendly and close with mark so he doesn't die when his 'people' conquer earth, basically those movies / smth)

PLUSSS, viltrumite mark trying out foods around the globe; because viltrumites digestion is so good, they can basically eat anything in other planets without no harm to them (if I'm correct) also, w/ viltrumite mark being somewhat prone to anger issues?? idk It just fits him, I mean, growing up in viltrum, people there are definitely top tier rage baiters (from what I understand, viltrumites egos are VERY high tbh) though, Mark can tolerate a few things! I'm not turning him into a big mindless and angry buff guy, but I do see the vision of him wanting to rip someone's head off whenever they get too annoying

Anyways, I'd look forward to reading your ideas! this seems such a fun idea for a fic :D + I love this! and thank you for sharing this with me ദ്ദി˙ ᴗ ˙ )