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huexuri · 5 months

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okay, first of all, I'M SO SORRY FOR SPAMING YOUR INBOX😭😭 anywayyyy

best friends reader and soobin where soobin has a crush on some random girl, but he's a total loser and he knows it, so he asks reader for help... and she totally misunderstood him and thought he's way after the flirting stage and now just wants to fuck with his crush... so she invites him over and decides to teach him how to finger a girl.......on herself. soobin doesn't have an idea what he's doing, but his long as fuck fingers are enough to make reader cum!!!! it all ends up with soobin confessing that reader is his crush lmaooo (omg i got carried away and wrote DEFINITELY too much)

FINALLY DOING THIS ONE🔥🔥 ur genius bro

· show me - fem!reader x soobin ·

SMUT, MDNI!!!

warnings: fem!reader, cnc, friends to lovers, dry humping, fingering, that's probably it

*ding!*

you're in your room, slumped in your office chair, rushing and stressing about the pile of assignments in your inbox that has been assigned by your lecturer since 3 weeks ago. so you almost lose your shit when you hear a notification followed by a buzz from the phone beside you. "who the actual fuck is messaging me at 2 fucking am?" you muttered to yourself. but your gaze on the phone screen — being the only thing emitting light in your eyestrain of a room, softened when you realize it was a text message from your boy best friend — soobin.

"girl, i seriously CANNOT." - soobie boobie, 1 min ago.

you look at the notification in utter confusion — this message without context could mean a bunch of different things.

you click on the notification and reply:

"what's up w u??????"

"there's this girl yhat i like bruh,.... and then like i need to get her to confirm,,,,,,,that she likesme u knwo???SOS????????"

you almost don't understand whatever the shit he's saying because of the typos, but you do know that he's a fucking loser, and that all he wants to do is lose his virginity to some girl he likes.

"u want tips?????" you replied.

"no shit, how tf do i get her to even think of me🙏🙏" soobin replies, followed by "ur a girl u should know what makes a girl like you happy"

"okay so like..... just come over rn and ill teach u everything u need to know to pleasure tf out of yo girl" you suggest.

"COMINGGGGGG" he texts back, so you continue your work while waiting for him.

"open ur door"

he texted you again after what felt like hours, and immediately you shut your computer and put ur notes aside — immediately jumping out of bed and running to the front door.

"come on, let's go to my room." you said to him as he nodded and followed you to your room.

you sat down on your bed and patted the empty space beside you, indicating him to sit down. he follows suit, and looks at you with expectancy.

"okay, soobin, so first thing to do is that you need her wrapped around your finger right?" you sigh.

"yes, obviously." he replies — thinking you didn't literally mean it by "wrapped around your finger" and assuming you were talking about the saying, so imagine the shock that replaces the expectant look on his face when you start stripping in front of him — looking at him with confusion as if you didn't just flash him with the sight of your bare pussy.

"what?? you wanted her wrapped around your finger, so i'm gonna teach you???" you replied.

"n-no, not like th–..... nevermind." he'd soon change his mind when he decides that he does prefer this much more than regular advice.

you sit, now facing him with your legs wide open and clit wide open on display for him. of course you're pretending that you have no idea why he's so shocked — you know he wanted regular advice, but who can say that he'd deny the view in front of him? you desperately needed someone to fuck you. wasn't this basically the perfect opportunity?

soobin, lips slightly parted — still looking up and down on you in shock, tent that wasn't there a minute ago growing in his pants. you grab his wrist—

"so, your fingers, preferably this and this finger — will go in, and then curl upwards, but make sure not to scratch the inner lining of the vagina." you tried to say as seriously as possible, "i'll show you, wait." you continued.

"oh, u-uh, okay," soobin replied, holding on back to your wrist instead.

using your free hand, you insert one finger up you, then the other and thrust it further in— letting out a loud, lewd gasp at that, then curling your fingers up and straight up moaning at the feeling.

"l-like that, do that, now.. haa.. it's your t-turn,," you slowly slid your fingers out of you, licking your arousal.

"okay, uhm,," soobin's face grew hot as he broke apart the grasp on your wrist.

his slender fingers hesitantly start to play with your walls, then slowly he inserts his middle finger into you — making you stutter as his one finger feels like two of yours, noting the size and length difference of his girthy but still slender fingers compared to yours who is half the length.

he slides another finger in, and that's enough for you to let out another heavy sigh.

he looks at you with concern, but when you ask him to, "now, curl, soobin." he doesn't hesitate to curl his fingers up and suddenly you start to moan for more.

soobin starts positioning himself so he can hump the bed while fingering you.

"a-are you sure i can do this to you?" soobin softly said, repeating the same move you taught him.

"please, fuck yes, soobin. play around if you want.." you sighed.

now as if soobin had years of experience– no, a fucking degree in fingering, he'd start to finger-fuck you, making this feel better than any of the times you'd finger yourself. your fingers feel so pathetic in comparison to what his long and veiny fingers can do to you — and soon, he's rubbing your wet clit with one thumb and fingering you with three fingers with the other, all while humping the bed, his sweatpants looking as if it's about to explode because of how big he is against the thin fabric.

"oh shit, fuck y-yyhh-yes... soobin, fuck... more... please, please,,, ngh—" your hips start to jitter, your eyes start to water and your knees are trembling as it's wrapped around his back.

"like that, like that? do you like it? feels—fuck,, feels good??" soobin softly asks, his cheeks glowing red and leaving a wet spot, maybe drool or his precum on the bed.

"fuck soob—you're doing sso...good.."

"mmh, is this what g-girls like? w-what you, you–y-ff-fuck, fuck.... shit.. you're really so... sso hot like this,," soobin's voice cracking and raspy, sounding like he's close.

"soobin, i'm cumming 'm ssso.. close."

"shit, i'm also... gonna... ngh—fuck—oh god—"

"you make me feel so fucking good, fuck,,!" tears streaming down the sides of your eyes as you slowly drench his entire hand in your slick, spurts of semen also seeping thru his sweatpants material.

you both pant loudly and fall on your backs against the mattress — his 3 fingers slipping out of you with a wet pop sound.

you immediately suck one of his fingers covered in your arousal, leaving him to taste you on the other two.

"soobin?" you tiredly turn your head to his direction, chest still rising up and down.

"yeah?" he swiftly says, almost sounding like a sigh.

"who's that girl that you like?" you say, now in more envy in your voice than ever before.

"it's you." soobin simply splurts out with no hesitation.

"oh.."

"what's with that oh?" soobin asks you, now slightly worried.

"honestly, same. i just didn't expect it to be me."

soobin softly smiles at you.

"can i say that i love you now?" soobin said in between heavy breaths.

"yeah."

"i love you."

"i love you too.." you smile back at him. he shuts his eyes, and the both of you doze off.

#xuri writes #xuri inbox #soobin smut #soobin hard thoughts #soobin hard hours #soobin x reader #soobin x reader smut #txt smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts

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raxistaicho · 3 months

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"White Clouds spends the whole section making you suspicious of the Church and Rhea only to turn around and tell you it's a red herring and actually it's the student you should have been suspicious of; which the writers confirmed in interviews"

Interviews a majority of the fandom probably have not, and never will, actually sit down to interact with, leaving their only source to be the original text. If your need interviews from the developers to support your argument that a character is good or bad or morally gray, then your argument is not strong enough to rely on the main text.

I shouldn't have to do homework and dig for interviews from five years ago to be able to play a game an analyze its themes and nuances and decide whose side I think is worth fighting for or which characters I want Byleth to end up with at the end.

"but this fandom has either the reading comprehension of wet paper or projects their Western centric views so hard onto a eastern style game that follows the path of enlightenment with Byleth to a t"

Okay, so where exactly does the whole "no acts of violence" part come in because that's kind of an important early step and it technically doesn't happen until the very end of the game, and even then, in multiple endings Byleth is shown to still have to use harmful/violent means to suppress smaller attempts at insurrection across the continent for years to come. Also, the path of enlightenment also involves not being involved in trades that would hurt people, like weapons trade or animal slaughter or being involved with people who are owning/trading slaves (looking at you House Goneril). There's a lot of other steps in the path that Byleth skips over, but these two are particularly glaring. If Byleth really were "following the path of enlightenment to a t", then we wouldn't be playing a Fire Emblem game, because Byleth wouldn't have agreed to fight in the war to begin with.

"they ignore the text and thus we still have discourse over the church being bad. It's very tiring and why I refuse to talk about 3H because so many have turned it into something it's not."

The biggest issue with this is that this is the entire point of the game!

The game is asking you to analyze it. To dissect it. To talk about it. To make your choices and replay different paths to find the answers you seek. To show it's not black and white and to understand why it isn't black and white. That things are complicated. And no one in this war is free from blood on their hands. No side is 100% right or wrong. It's up to the player to use their critical thinking skills to determine which they believe is the best path forward for Fódlan.

In order for us to fully interact with the text, we sadly have to face some harsh truths, just like Byleth does. Among them being that the church IS bad. Even if most of its intentions aren't and it still does some good, the fact is that it is bad, and it's a major reason why this war started in the first place. To deny that is to deny the text as it is presented to us, and to deny the actual point in the game.

Edelgard is more than just an attempted conqueror. Rhea is more than a seemingly benevolent religious leader. Dimitri is more than a charming prince. Claude is more than a seemingly suspicious stranger. Yuri is more than just a gang leader. Sylvain is more than a playboy. Dorothea is more than a sexy opera star. Lorenz is more than a pompous noble. Hubert, Dedue, and Hilda are more than just retainers to their lords. Seteth and Flayn are more than just members of the church. Alois is more than just Captain of the Knights. Hanneman and Manuela are more than just fellow professors. Sothis is more than a voice in our head.

And it's only through accepting this one truth, that the characters and institutions are not black and white cut outs, that we can get the most full picture of what exactly the true conflict is.

You cannot interact with the text of Three Houses by denying the nuance that makes the story happen in the first place.

The writing is messy, and complicated, and not always well done. But it's also simple, straight forward, and brilliant. It's a contradiction and compliment of themes. It's so very human. And that's what makes it so engaging.

(Apologies for the long rant but that anon sparked something in me and I had to put my two-cents in.)

Nah, don't apologize, this was great, thank you very much for sending it! :D

#fire emblem three houses #edelgard discourse #edelgard positive #byleth eisner #buddhism #ask

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ro994art · 3 months

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A very specific nitpick I have with 'Megamind vs. The Doom Syndicate'

I don't do text posts here very often. This feels odd, let's just get on with it.

I was originally going to write down a full-on review expressing my utter disappointment and disgust dislike towards the horrible and cheap "sequel" to my favorite Dreamworks movie, Megamind. A sequel which, by now, we all know was nothing but a glorified extended pilot for a Peacock series that I have not watched, but it honestly looks just as mediocre, so I have no current plans to.

Hoooowever, I have since seen many reviews of this "movie", most of which have been able to express my feelings and thoughts pretty well. So it felt like I didn't have much else to contribute to the discourse.

Except for one thing that I have not seen anyone talk about (or maybe they have talked about it and I just haven't seen it), and it was one of the things that bothered me most about the film. So this post's entire purpose is to publicly point it out.

No, I'm not talking about Keiko herself (although yes, she was my least favorite character and completely ruined the movie and this franchise for me thanks for asking). It's more the purpose of her character.

You see, and allow me to put my cranky old lady pants for just a moment, I believe most people have been able to guess that the entire reason this character was put into the movie was to be a target audience insert. So the 8 to 12 year-olds watching can go "Hey! This character is around my age and has the same interest as me! I'll keep watching for her!" (Do no ask me how well that's going because I personally do not find the excecution of it all that great, but I digress). And although, as a more mature viewer and long-time follower of the franchise, this does feel a bit annoying, having this kind of character when you're trying to appeal to a new audience is, technically speaking, not a bad thing in itself. And when executed well, this can totally work.

But here's the problem.

It makes no sense for a character like this to form part of Megamind's story.

You see, my friends, for those of you who have not seen this movie (which, for your own good, I sincerely hope is the majority of people who are reading this), "Megamind vs. The Doom Syndicate" is VERY explicitly supposed to take place two days after the events of the first movie.

Just two days.

This is explicitly said at least two or three times in the first act of the movie alone (I value my sanity too much to rewatch the film to double-check that fact, but I'm fairly confident in that).

If you all remember, the masterpiece known as the original Megamind movie came out in 2010. Therefore, the most logical thing to assume is that the events of the film itself also take place in 2010, if not before that, right? It's never explicitly stated, but since there is nothing that confirms or denies this, I think it's the default assumption we as an audience should make.

Now, I did not own my first cellphone until the year 2012 when I turned 13 (don't make fun of me for that fact), so, correct me if I'm wrong. But I don't think in 2010, we were seeing thing such as:

Smartphones like the one Keiko has throughout the film,

People using said smartphones to make livestreams in which people leave likes and comments in real time,

Kids who are content creators gaining half a million subscribers in TWO LITERAL DAYS (I cannot stress this enough) by getting information and newsflashes from goodness-knows-where,

App equivalents to TikTok and Instagram with as much popularity as we saw in this,

And overall, just social media getting the same treatment and functioning the same in 2010 as it does in 2024.

I mean yes, in 2010, things such as the ones I listed above were probably beginning to take popularity and to become a thing. But they surely weren't as well-established as they're being presented to us in Megamind "2".

This cheapquel "sequel" is suppossed to be only two days after the first one, and yet, everything that revolves around THIS KID'S existence suggests to us that we're in the 2020's era of internet, influencers, and social media. Heck, the earliest I could buy any of this believably happening is like, 2018. 2015 as a stretch.

We went from 2010 to (at least) 2015 in two stinkin' days.

No sense whatsoever.

Logically speaking, there's no way TikTok Childstar Keiko was even born in the year the first Megamind took place. Like, her birth year is 2011 at the earliest, and you can't convince me otherwise. Why do you even exist two days after Megamind was renowned as the hero of Metrocity? Please go back to the womb.

(That got personal, sorry. This kid gets too much on my nerves)

"Well, TECHNICALLY since it's never stated when the first Megamind took place, nothing's stopping them from making it so that it's been 2024 all along"

If that seriously does not sound like gaslighting your audience in order to force "hip" references that resonate with the kids watching almost a decade and a half after the original film came out to you, then I don't know what does. I don't even care if "you're not suppossed to think too hard about it" (which is a lame excuse for lazy writing btw), just watching both movies back-to-back, the tonal differences and any chronological references just clash way too much for me to buy this as a legitimate follow-up taking place in the same universe, same city, and even same week.

So yes, "Megamind vs The Doom Syndicate" sucks, and the inclusion of this character and this anachronistic plotline, for me, is a huge reason why. It's insulting to the audience and a clearly desperate attempt to appeal to a new generation of kids that frankly, if Megamind had gotten a genuinely good sequel, they would've liked it all the same, even if it didn't include a 12-year-old TikTok influencer with a half-baked personality and forced role in the story. Because seriously, don't even get me STARTED on how forced her joining the gang felt, holy crap. 😓 But that's a tangent for another day. Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe I'll just leave this meme here and move on.

This was, of course, only one of many flaws this movie had, but I feel like other people have ranted enough about how the writing, character portrayals, poor animation, bad humor, and lame attempts at world-building did the original Megamind dirty.

Here's hoping one day Dreamworks wakes up, thinks smart, and decides to give us the Megamind 2 we deserve, so we can all happily toss this... project, into the realm of non-canon media, where it belongs.

#ro994 rants #rant #megamind #megamind 2 #megamind vs the doom syndicate #megamind salt #megamind 2 salt #megamind rules #dreamworks #text post #critique

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vampire-wizard-solidarity · 2 years

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my esteemed colleague @keingleichgewicht in Pafl Meta Writing brought up an interesting topic in a recent post:

The Cube.

and i think the cube is massively interesting! and i don’t really have a comprehensive way to put all my thoughts on The Cube, so instead i’ll do a list:

1. The Cube as human/inhuman distinction.

the cube, and the purpose it currently serves, is to be a definitive proof of one’s connection to the zone. this is straight forward and explicit in canon. it glows near mutants, doesn’t glow near humans. simple. except, there’s a layer added to it, a very important one: the cube glows in sanya’s hands.

it glows faintly, but it glows nonetheless. and this brings up a ton of interesting questions, all of which could be summed up in: is sanya a mutant? because, well, she has albinism, and that is technically a mutation. it is, also, a mutation that is fairly common in humans without the influence of any sort of extra-normal stimuli (i.e. the zone). at the same time, her father was a stalker, and the implication that that is related to her condition is made explicit by the fact that the cube glows in her hands. it glows around anomalies from the zone, and that means her albinism is anomalous enough and connected to the zone enough to be considered, in a way, a product of the zone.

and so, the question of “is sanya a mutant?” is kind of unanswerable. because, sure, if you’re asking “does she have an abnormality connected to the zone?” the answer is yes, but if you called a scientist and told them to do experiments using her mutation they’d probably tell you to stop wasting your time.

so, my thesis for the cube’s purpose in this case: it is an object of thematic relevance that blurs the lines between mutants and non-mutants.

pafl is, currently somewhat indirectly, concerned with questions of humanity: can a mutant live among humans? what distinguishes a mutant from a human? does that distinction matter?

and the cube is two fold in this way: on one hand, it’s an objective reality of dima’s condition: no matter how assimilated he becomes into human society, no matter how innocuous he looks, how much he undoes the conditioning of the facility, the cube glows near him, proving he’s not human. he cannot escape.

and yet, the cube glows in sanya’s hands, too, ever so faintly, but we’re not supposed to accept that as the reality of her condition, and sanya doesn’t either: if she did, she wouldn’t need to check how it reacts to other artefacts from the zone. it glowing in her hands would be enough.

sanya is a middle ground at this point: she both understands the urge to save katya, and doesn’t want to force anyone to do it. she’s in the middle of yura learning inhumanity and dima learning humanity. she’s a mutant and she’s not. she’s both part of the reason katya got captured and part of the reason her rescue mission is facing resistance. she wants her back, and wants yura to stop his descend towards cruelty.

the cube glows faintly in her hands, and she needs something else from the zone to confirm its function.

2. The Cube as objectivity.

question: why did yura need the cube if he already knew dima was a mutant?

one could read this as an act of doubt on yura’s part, but i disagree: he was pretty damn confident throughout occam’s razor, in fact, that entire song was him building up confidence and ruthlessness in his assessments.

the reason he needs the cube is because the cube is objective. he cannot use his “feeling” as a concrete element of blackmail, but the cube? you cannot deny the cube.

and think about the difference between “sensing” mutants and using the cube: one can only recognise a mutant by making eye contact - already a relatively intimate ordeal - and the recognition comes in a form of a visceral fear. it’s an emotional experience, not just a solid analysis and identification. i’d argue one of the reasons yura is so attached to kt is because seeing her for the first time was an emotional experience for him: they make eye contact, and yura experiences a deep panic. notably, nothing indicates sergei sensed her in the same way: he notices the marks on her arms, and, presumably from experience with anomalies, deduces she’s a mutant. sensing a mutant is, in a way, vulnerable: you have to feel powerless, fearful for a moment.

first meeting kt is described as an emotional experience first and foremost: they make eye contact, the room caves in, he has to calm himself down, and yura says he felt as if he was about to die. he only snaps out of it when sanya join the fray. the loser looks in the eye of the monster, the loser weeps in the arms of the monster.

with dima, on the other hand, it’s already much more subdued: he’s talking about waiting for another sign, and that’s when he makes eye contact with dima and pauses. with kt, the moment of eye contact is described, his feelings are detailed. with dima, it’s silence. and right after he goes into analysis: isn’t this weird? this feeling is familiar.

with dima there’s already a level of detachment, but there’s still that emotional concession: his stomach ties up in knots. he pauses. sensing a mutant is still an emotional experience, no matter how you slice it, and yura cannot get out of that. it requires a level of sincerity, a level of concession of one’s feelings, etc.

if yura wants to rely on his own instincts, he has to accept feeling fear. has to accept, for a split second, feeling powerless.

with the cube, though? you bring it close to a person and it tells you if they’re a mutant connected to the zone or not. that’s it.

it’s yet another way for yura to detach himself from his humanity, ironically: he doesn’t have to feel powerless even for a second! all the power is in the palm of his hand and that power is the cube. you cannot attempt to gaslight, or reassure a cube. it’s a cube, it glows near you, so it’s a mutant.

occam’s razor is all about yura getting reassured in his own logic, and yet that does not mean by the end of that song he can reassure someone else. and that’s fine. lines like “call it my wishful thinking” go from lines that demean yura’s point of view, to lines that are downright silly and objectively incorrect. because he has solid, real, empirical proof: the cube.

3. The Cube as a symbol of Yura’s changing disposition

what’s also important when discussing The Cube, is that it didn’t start off as any of this: as a symbol of power, as proof of the zone, none of that. yura picked it up because it’s useless but kinda looks cool.

it’s the first thing he brought back from the zone. it’s nothing special, it’s just a cube that glows. it’s small, useless, and yura, at the time he took it, had no real value for it: he probably wouldn’t be able to sell it for any fair price, and he didn’t know of any of its properties that are now useful, he literally just thought it was a shape that glows.

he didn’t take it because it was some artefact he thought could be valuable in some way, he took it as a souvenir. a reminder of the wonders of the zone and the novelty of it all. it’s an almost shockingly sincere act in the context of everything that happened after: it’s an item of almost sentimental value, and he leaves it with sanya for the same reason: it’s a goodbye gift. at that time, he doesn’t even notice it glows, only sanya does.

but before that, an important thing happens: yura gets mocked. as he is brutalised by police, they mock him for what he brought back: a cube that, as it turns out, doesn’t even glow outside the zone. it’s just a plastic cube now. its sentimental value gets demeaned on two levels: by the police mocking the cube, i.e. not even recognising a valid reason for bringing back such a useless artefact, and by the cube not glowing outside the zone: it can’t even be called a souvenir, because the one property that could remind you of the zone doesn’t work outside of it.

it’s a representation, on every level, of yura’s trip to the zone being a failure: he starts it out with a new-found resolve, showing an attachment to this job beyond monetary gain: maybe there’s joy to be found in this. maybe there is meaning he could derive from the venture, maybe he can be happy with his life. all of this gets shattered when nikita gets killed, and yura pulls out his gun in turn. he can find no joy in this, because all he got out of it is more blood, humiliation, community service and a cube that doesn’t even have the single unique property that made it look cool.

yura’s lesson from this is that his sincerity is pointless. his sentimentality, vulnerability, all of that is useless. it is only useful once converted into power, into leverage to be used against others:

the cube is only useful once it’s being weaponised against those of the zone. his stalker sense is only useful once it’s being weaponised against those of the zone. olya’s sacrifice is only useful to yura once it’s being weaponised against those of the zone.

it’s, once again, a symbol of perverted sentimentality: a sentimentality that he gifted to sanya, and has since warped. the same way kt is a symbol of yura’s sentimentality. i think it’s poignant (and analytically important) that at the end of occam’s razor, yura gifts sanya the cube, and yet in the next song, he’s already taking it back to be used by him for means she doesn’t approve of.

it’s the same manoeuvre as his facade, the one he didn’t let down for sanya, and still doesn’t: the cube hangs between them as a larger representation of their relationship, even, all its thematic beats tying into sanya and yura and their dynamic with each other.

in the end, that’s the world in which the cube is actually useful. ironically, despite being mocked for its lack of properties outside the zone, its in the zone where the cube loses its use. it’s just another anomaly. the same way, perhaps, mutants inside the zone are expendable, while it’s outside where they’re able to learn humanity and have value.

To Conclude:

The Cube is, as of now, of great thematic and symbolic importance, and is specifically tied to sanya and yura, and their relationship. it is a solid representation of yura’s feelings, be it his stalker sense or his sentimental status, and at the same time, a representation of how sanya doesn’t fit into those feelings. sanya is not yura’s ally, but she also is not a pawn he’s willing to manipulate and use the same way he’s ready to do with others. she is a mutant, and she is not.

i think the cube also serves as, in a way, its own element of meta narrative. i’ve talked before about sanya’s relationship with narrative (here), but another thing i think a lot about is how ferry said that in the first half, yura is the main character of palf, while in the second it’s sanya.

i just think it’s significant that, when taking this in mind, yura passes on the cube to sanya when he gives up on his own humanity and sentimentality.

#pafl #parties are for losers #pafl meta #analysis #cube posting #pafl yura #pafl sanya #pafl dima #katya pafl #pafl anya #occam’s razor #convergence #the mill #ferry

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dearweirdme · 1 year

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“I'm still holding out hope that's it's all pr, but if it's not, then I'm just upset at the FS. I just wish kpop would stop doing it with how homophobic they are”

you didn’t comment on this part of anons ask so i’m not sure how you feel about it but i just wanted to give my opinion bc this ask rubbed me the wrong way.

to start because i don’t want to get misconstrued, kpop definitely does do fan service and baiting (i’m not saying queer baiting because real ppl cannot queer bait). and while imo it’s up to the fan to realize they’re being baited (not in every situation bc some ppl are good at manipulation)- especially in todays climate - and fan service isn’t always bad as long as the idols aren’t intentionally trying to trick you into thinking they’re together, it’s still definitely annoying and irritating because so many of these straight idols end up being homophobic but are participating in fan service and baiting. and of course the companies and kpop world root for baiting and fanservice but then turn around and be homophobic and not even allow idols to come out. a lot of korea in general too of course. then you have the straight fans who love the idea of their idols being gay for each other but then are homophobic and unsupportive of gay ppl irl.

so yes i definitely agree with the last sentence of anons message BUT calling taekook fanservice/baiting just rubbed me the wrong way. now don’t get me wrong i’m not saying they aren’t together but in this case let’s just hypothetically assume taennie gets confirmed tomorrow and taekook ends up not being real, that does not mean taekook was all fanservice/baiting and they’re bad for doing it. if we’re simply looking at it from a taekook isn’t real perspective (bc i know most here believes they are but just for this hypothetical in response to what anon was saying. i know i’m repeating myself a lot but i just want to make sure you get I’m not actually denying taekook) taekook have never done anything to suggest they’re together. looking at tae’s support of lgbt+ artists and hints that you take as him confirming he is or hints or videos you take as confirming taekook is real are simply how you took things in your own perspective. they’ve never done explicit baiting or fan service. they’re close and showing how close they are isn’t wrong and they aren’t at fault for what fans assume. it’s also not like taehyung has not said to “get out of your imagination” before - you cant say they tricked you purposely. what i’m trying to say is if taekook ends up being fake it is not the fault of taekook you assumed they were. yes idols often do stuff like that but taekook never have.

i hope anon and you get what i mean !!

Hi anon!

Thank you for your input. I don't think I'll agree on everything you've said, but let me cut up your ask in smaller sections a bit to discuss. I'm probably going to rant a little.

you didn’t comment on this part of anons ask so i’m not sure how you feel about it but i just wanted to give my opinion bc this ask rubbed me the wrong way.

Yeah, I try not to invalidate anyone's feelings. If someone's upset they can't really help it, even if the reason behind it might be based on bias/misinformation/whatever. I try to ease peoples mind by explaining pr-tactics, bodylanguage etc... more tangible stuff. And it's very complicated matter. There's fanservice, skinship, real connections... all those are mixed together and all of them can co-exist. I was confused about the differences between those at first as well. South Korea being very different from my own culture made this really hard to disect. So I understand why fans are confused about this. Especially with SK being homophobic and shipping between members being... normal. A lot of Kpop's standards are weird to me (being from Europe). I have a big problem with the constant mentions of dieting for instance. Young girls are so impressive and having your idols mention being on a diet so often seems wrong to me. The obvious homophobia is a big NONO. Idols not being able to date in general.... not great although maybe it does at first give them more privacy, but the backlash they get when they do get caught dating, wow! So yeah, not everything is great imo. I am very much aware though that cultures differ, and things that are weird to me are normal to them (the enlisting for instance, I've seen many fans angry at the SK govenment for having idols enlist... and it is very sad.... but then again, most of us do not live in a country that is always in a tense situation with their neighboring country, so we don't know what that feels like). I think SK is slowly catching up, but change takes time... and for a whole culture to change even more time.

There being fanservice in Kpop is not debatable. There is, plain and simple. I feel anyone who has been a fan for an extended time is aware of this. I feel most of army who aren't in an actual shipping part of fandom are real quick to point to every single act of intimacy as fanservice. The way I see it is that they make use of fanservice and skinship a lot to justify physical interactions between members. The over the top grand moments are fan service and the more subtle moments they are able to classify as skinship (which is way more normal in SK than in my country for instance). Fanservice isn't bad. Most bands and artists do fanservice, some just do it more naturally than others. Fans should know that not everything an artist does is his/her/their natural behavior... not everything is spontaneous. Artists go through media training and probably also through training to make them appeal to fans more. I use Jk's flirting in lives as an example of learned behavior, because to me those flirty comments (although hilarious) seem prepared/learned. I do think for younger fans this is hard to understand at first though. You don't want to think of your idol as someone who 'tricks' you with their learned pr-behavior. You want to feel connected on a personal level, so you ignore the business side of things. It's happening now too. I'm calling out certain pr-tactics (which is normal for any artist) and yet I get hate for it. Artists always (!) come with a portion of business, they aren't able to do what they do without it. I’m not sure fanservice is supposed to look ‘queer’, I often feel the intent initially (in kpop) was to make it look obvious that it’s fanservice, but some artists just have such great chemistry that it’s easy for fans to start believing it. And once that seed has been planted, it’s hard to get rid of. But having a ‘ship’ alive and thriving isn’t actually bad for business, so labels probably don’t mind much (and might even encourage). It keeps the ships alive, but there will always be enough of army to immediately call "Fanservice" to 'defend' their artists.

I think you are trying to say that Tae and Jk have never done anything to blatantly state that they are together. They have not been obvious about it, so us interpreting situations would have been us interpreting things wronly and therefore we are to blame for misunderstanding (did I understand you correctly). I do agree that they haven't intentionally been obvious about it. I feel very strongly that they do not intent to out themselves and that they even try to protect their relationship from being outed. There have been many moments that I feel their feelings were obvious, but we weren't supposed to pick up on those. In general, because at times they might have felt a bit more bolder, I think they want us to think they are really close friends. I do also feel though, that Tae and Jk have done fanservice (so maybe we disagree on this a bit). I think things can be both. Jk sitting on Tae's lap during the Las Vegas show to me was both fanservice and them wanting to. It’s like getting to do a part of your job that you really really enjoy. From a business perspective it would also be weird to never have Taekook do fanservice together, because they are obviously close, they are in the top physically affectionate members, and all members do fanservice on occasion. I think these things can co-exist. I feel fanservice comes so easy for Tae and Jk though, they just melt into each other. The way their bodies operate around each other is so lovely to see. Can we be mad about them doing fanservice? No, it's part of their jobs. Can we be mad at fanservice in general? Honestly, it would make fandoms lives so much easier if they were to tone that down a lot. Because it is confusing and it makes fandoms argue amongst themselves. Labels make use of that, because an argueing fandam means it’s very much alive.

they’ve never done explicit baiting or fan service.

I agree on the baiting, disagree on the fanservice. Fanservice is part of the job though, while baiting I would classify to a more personal level.

they’re close and showing how close they are isn’t wrong and they aren’t at fault for what fans assume. it’s also not like taehyung has not said to “get out of your imagination” before - you cant say they tricked you purposely. what i’m trying to say is if taekook ends up being fake it is not the fault of taekook you assumed they were. yes idols often do stuff like that but taekook never have.

Absolutely, they should definitely be able to express their closeness how they want. It's wrong to assume intimate behavior between men can't be romantic, but it's also wrong to assume intimate behavior between two men automatically makes them queer. My believe in Taekook stems from all things combined, the frequency of intimate behavoir, the body language, patterns in behavior, clues about queerness, the way I feel they were being hidden.

I don't know if my answer is satisfying, or comprehensable even... it's difficult matter and I feel I’ve just been babbling here 🙈.

#anon #taekook #not saying that western music industry is better by the way #they are meased up in many ways as well #yes this is long

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"Renjun!"

Renjun snapped when Donghyuck shouted.

"Yes?" he asked.

Donghyuck glares at him for a second, sensing that the older mood changes after the morning ceremony. They are now in the cafeteria, taking their morning break before they go back to their dorm. The official class will start tomorrow. Today was only for welcoming the newcomers and to adjust with their respective dorms.

"Are you interested in the alpha?" he questioned him.

Renjun straightens his back as he avoids his gaze. It was impossible to deny the fact that he felt interested with the so-called Jeno Lee.

"Maybe I just didn't expect him to be that kind of alpha," he admitted.

"Kind of what? Kind of hot?" Donghyuck teased.

Renjun only rolled his eyes. Donghyuck laughs at him as he chooses to ignore his questions.

"He looks cold actually," he uttered.

"Ohh. Many people say that. If Jeno is the cold one, Jaemin is the hot one."

Renjun choked after hearing his words. What does he mean the other alpha is hot? He almost cannot breathe after seeing Jeno. What more when he saw Jaemin? Yeah, he didn't care about them earlier. But now that he saw one of them, he can't help but to look forward to the other one.

"I can't blame you. Even I got a huge crush on Jeno when we were younger. If only I'm not in a relationship now," Donghyuck uttered.

"What do you mean?" Renjun asked in curiosity.

"Mean what? I'm in a relationship?"

"Wait— what? You're in a relationship?" Renjun asked in surprise. It is not his question yet he was surprised to know that the omega is in a relationship.

"Yeah. And speaking of. He is here."

Renjun felt someone's presence at his back. He turned around and saw a man walking towards their direction. It was looking at Donghyuck before their eyes met. And just like how everyone looks at him for the first time, he also pauses for a second before sitting next to his omega.

"Hey, babe," Donghyuck called as the alpha gave him a kiss on his cheeks.

"Your new friend?" his boyfriend asked.

"Roommates. His name is Renjun," Donghyuck introduced him.

"Hi. I'm Mark," the alpha offers his hand and Renjun gladly accepts it. The latter doesn't want to overthink about it but he felt the other omega released some of his pheromones to guard what he owns. And even Mark understood what it meant so they gradually let go of each other's hand. Renjun just thought that was a normal action for omega though.

"Newcomer?" Mark asked and Renjun nodded.

Renjun saw how Mark gave Donghyuck a look that is definitely onto something. And he can confirm that it's all about him. This is slowly getting frustrating of how they always look obvious yet don't want to even say what is happening. It feels like they are playing on him.

"Funny, right?" Donghyuck laughs before looking back at Renjun again.

"I already gave you enough warning. It's up to you now whether you want to go through that. If Jeno really gets interested in you, expect that the other will come too," Donghyuck warns again.

"But why do you sound so sure that the alpha will like me? We don't even know each other, nor bump into each other once. I can avoid them if I want," Renjun frowns.

"You can't, honey," Donghyuck refutes. "The selection will happen tonight. They always make it as soon as possible to prevent another alpha from claiming the omega that he wants." Donghyuck stated.

"Besides, Jeno has a type," Mark added.

—

It's already 7:48 in the evening. The acquaintance party or what they call a "selection" party will start in a minute and yet— he is still outside the venue.

Donghyuck already says that this is a requirement for every student to attend especially for a newcomer like him. If the selection was real, he is not ready to become one of the prey to serve the alpha he doesn't know aside from his name. Or to get in between the two alpha who will definitely fight for one omega. So he decided not to go.

He tried to be stubborn and Donghyuck and Mark just let him be. And before he could fall asleep, someone bangs the door and forces him to leave the room. Curse to the couple who didn't warn him that the guard will knock every door in the dorm just to attend this party.

"You should get inside now."

Renjun jolted when he heard a deep voice talking behind him.

"Sorry. I—" he didn't finish the words after seeing a familiar face. The man also looked surprised, not expecting to see each other again.

"It's you!" the omega can't hide the excitement in his voice. Knowing someone from this strange city makes him feel delighted. But the others suddenly act differently putting them unease.

"It's you, right?" Renjun tried to ask again. Wanting to make sure that it was the same person he recalled in his memories.

Few seconds later when the man decided to lift up his face again and smile at him.

"It's nice to see you again," he greeted.

Renjun was chuffed to hear that. Although there are still odd feelings that this man has changed. Well, there is. Maybe both of them are already presented with their secondary gender. It irks him how this hierarchy causes two people to grow apart.

"I think it has been five years, am I right? Is this where you lived?" he asked.

"Yeah," he answered shortly.

A long silence after that. The guy only stares at him. It's kind of awkward now. Renjun admits that they are not really closed even before he disappears, but he expects that they can be casual. He also has a lot of questions to ask about what happened before he disappeared.

"Do you—"

"Renjun!"

Renjun turns around and sees Donghyuck and Mark walking towards him. The omega grins until he gets closer.

"See? You're also coming," Haechan mocked him. He only rolled his eyes.

"Why are you still here?" Mark asked.

He was just about to introduce the person but he was already gone when he turned back his gaze.

"Err. Nevermind."

They went inside the venue. It was already filled with students. Typical party that you can attend where someone is already drunk even though the event just got started. Some are eating on the side, talking and dancing on the dance floor, and just like him where it was obviously registered on their faces that they are forced to be here. Renjun only shook his head and let Donghyuck pull him wherever he wanted. Although it was fun under his company, he felt like it would drain his social battery. He still has no proper rest since he went here, like this is not even in his plan until his father gave them a short notice that they will migrate. Another reason why he doesn't want to attend this party. After a short time of listening to Donghyuck's rant, they were interrupted when someone spoke to the mic.

"May I call the attention of the freshmen and transferees of Genesis to fall in line and officially welcome the board of directors. We will start the party in a minute."

Renjun and Donghyuck look at each other, knowing what it means. It honestly makes him tense right now.

"Go on," he encouraged him.

He still hesitates to come yet the sentry is now dragging them one by one. He has no choice but to go in front.

"This is ridiculous," he whispered to himself before the gate started to open. Everybody rose from their seats to welcome the board of directors. Thus, all of them are all looking to the alpha who is leading the way of guests.

He remembers how this alpha stares at him for a long time during this morning ceremony. It was interrupted when Mark called him and when he turned back his gaze on the alpha, he was no longer looking at him. Because of that, he suddenly felt conscious if he would look at him again. He doesn't want to assume but blame Donghyuck for telling him about the three seconds rule and other nonsense things that turn him into this way.

But before he knew it, they already walked past him without batting an eye. They did not stop on anyone. They reach the front and look at the crowd. He heard the people murmuring in the back. Jeno stayed with a straight face yet it was obvious that the director was not pleased.

"That's it?" he whispered.

Director Lee gave his opening speech before they were able to return from their places. He went back to Donghyuck who also looked confused about what happened.

"What?" he asks.

"He didn't look at you?"

He only shakes his head. Even him felt disappointed somehow. Maybe he expects too much as well.

"Are we done with the selection?" he asked again. The omega only tilted his head, unable to say anything.

"I don't know. It was different from the previous years," he told him. "Usually, Jeno has to look at atleast three people, then he will observe them in the crowd. Although it always ends in failure since Jaemin keeps getting in his way."

"Just let him be, Hyuck. At least we are sure that your new friend is out of trouble," Mark uttered.

"Yeah. Let's go. I wanna try their food," Donghyuck said.

Renjun followed them when he sensed that someone was looking at him from afar. It was confirmed when he turned to his right and saw that familiar face again. They both smiled at each other before he left again.

Hours have passed and everyone is getting drunk and starting to release their pheromones. He felt dizzy when someone reeked passed through them. He excused himself from Donghyuck and Mark to go to the bathroom.

The air felt suffocating as he kept bumping into everyone now. He also drinks alcohol that adds to his dizziness. He didn't know what happened next when his vision turned black and lost consciousness.

He only woke up in a dark room. Lying on an unfamiliar bed. He gets up and looks around.

"You're awake."

He looked for the owner of that voice. And there he saw the young alpha sitting across him, crossing his leg with a piece of paper on his hand.

"Jeno."

#renjun #jeno #jaemin #noren #renmin #mahae #alpha #omega #a/b/o universe #abo #mate #beta #nct au #nct aus #alternate universe

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Nancy Drew, Ep.1x08 – The Path of Shadows

What is it with the CW and their ability to make things so overly dramatic, that it turns comedic? Also, while I know that, when it comes to drama and medical practices it’s drama over reality; I cannot believe what I saw in the first few minutes of this episode. I mean, usually dramas do keep to some basic rules. But in this one, doctor/patient confidentiality so apparently so not a thing that a doctor will just start telling random people what’s going on.

We start, after a brief shot of the car accident, just moments after Nancy accuses her father of killing Lucy Sable. I just love the fact that Carson’s reaction to this is to yank the dinner off the table. No family dinner for you! Nancy lays out her facts; but Carson denies killing anyone and then demands who she’s talking to (uh, your deflection isn’t really helping you here). The argument is stopped by the arrival of George, who tells Nancy about the accident.

Nancy, Carson, and George arrive at the hospital. Bess is there with Lisbeth. Ace is in surgery and Laura is being prepped. Also, there’s a lot of cops. Carson mentions Ace’s father being a legend on the force (what?) and goes to check. Bess shows Nancy the pictures of the accident that Nick sent. Nancy immediately starts accusing Lisbeth of being there for the Hudsons, to see if Laura dies. Lord Nancy, dial it down a bit.

Nancy realizes that Bess has Ace’s clothes. Bess says that he had to be cut out of them and she didn’t want his mother to see (Which is nice. Still no way in hell the hospital hands it over to just anyone who says they know Ace). Nancy starts digging through his clothes and George asks what she’s doing. Now, Nancy does right by Ace; telling the others that Ace felt like he let the others down, without saying why he felt that way. Nancy finds his phone and asks Bess to unlock it. (Which, again, no one would give anyone here this stuff.) Bess finds he sent a text to Nancy about the file he recorded. Nancy listens to the recording. What they find out is that someone had control of the car, because they wanted Laura dead.

The doctor comes out with the McGinnis and Nancy hides the phone. The doctor proceeds to tell the three that Ace is in a coma and they’re unsure why. What’s even more strange, is that even the most basic storyteller know that a doctor just doesn’t give information to random people in the waiting room. But, suddenly, McGinnis feels a presence and sees a….honestly, if you’ve ever seen Disney’s Peter Pan? It truly looked like an adult version of that kind of shadow. McGinnis goes to look down the hallway and hears strange noises. Nancy fallows him. McGinnis doesn’t say anything and walks away.

We cut to the next day. Bess has moved her van to the hospital, so she and Nancy can stay close by. Bess is studying a picture of Lisbeth and Nancy gives a call to Nick. Nancy gives Nick an update about Ace and Laura. Then, they dance around the whole breakup thing. So, they get to the issue of Laura’s car. Yes, it is technically possible that someone could get control of her car. Nick knows they will look at him because he serviced her car the day before, but it was just an oil change. Nick didn’t see anyone else near the car. But, if Nancy can run a distraction, Nick can look at the car to see if it was done by remote.

So, they go to the police station. Nancy talks with McGinnis, who confirms that either someone took control of the car or she was suicidal. Nancy gives the McGinnis Ace’s phone, letting him know the moment of the accident was recorded and it’s clear that she did not do this on purpose. Nancy also let’s McGinnis know that she knows Ace was working for him. And, apparently, the deal isn’t what I thought. Ace was arrested out of state. It seems that Ace working for McGinnis is part of the deal that McGinnis made in order to make sure Ace wasn’t prosecuted. The reason why McGinnis did this is because he owed Ace’s dad a favor. But he’s also concerned about Ace as well. Nancy tries to find out what McGinnis saw the night before, but the McGinnis isn’t ready to say. Nancy leaves the office and McGinnis goes to an old army locker. Inside, he has a feather and some sort of Native American clothing (it’s hard to see exactly what it is).

Ah, but it turns out there’s more to McGinnis then we were led to believe. McGinnis returns to the hospital with the feather and a bowl-like object. Using these objects, he is able to determine that something is wrong.

At The Claw, George is still looking after her youngest sister (but they did come up with an explanation to where the other two are this time). Meanwhile, Nick is letting them know that he didn’t find anything on the car that could be used for remote control. Although it is possible someone removed it after. However, he was able to get data from the car’s CPU and compare it to the data he took when he did the oil change. The first thing that Nick notices is that the current CPU doesn’t register that the oil change happened, whereas the one taken the day before did. Which means that someone had access to the car after it was taken to the garage. And, here’s the thing, Lisbeth knows cars. But this doesn’t go any further because McGinnis comes in and demands to know who’s been tampering with the spirit world. I mean, is this one of those you ask a question, we ask a question deals because…ohhhh, is that why the station is the least haunted building? Good job writers.

So, Bess starts telling the story and it all comes spilling out. McGinnis chides them on their recklessness, which, fair. But what this all comes down to is that McGinnis believes that the trauma of the crash dislodged Ace’s spirit from his body. He’s not dead, but he doesn’t know how to return. They need to help him get back, but they need to do it in a place where there’s been contact with spirits but not the evil ones like at The Claw. So, they go to Nancy’s house. At which point, Carson walks in and sees McGinnis. He asks what Nancy’s done now, but then they tell him about what they’re about to do. Seriously, Carson is just moments from a nervous breakdown at this point.

So, we learn a bit more about what McGinnis is planning to do (basically bring them to the outer layer of the spirit world) and Carson learns what Nancy has been doing in her spare time. Again, I don’t know if Carson is just talking this well or is mentally checking out.

Back at The Claw, Old Navy makes an appearance. Well, Bess checks on George’s sister and then Nick brings in a box with the label clearly positioned towards the camera. We also learn that the Hudson’s where out of town yesterday, so Lisbeth has no reason to be in town. Or it was a short trip and they didn’t need her? I mean, there’s no way that Lisbeth is who she says she is; but Nick’s “evidence” is a stretch. Bess is confused as to why Lisbeth would lie to her as Lisbeth said she was at work yesterday. We have a brief Old Navy ad. And then Nick suggests Bess call Lisbeth. Bess asks Lisbeth to come over.

Back at Nancy’s house, McGinnis says that if they all sit with the same vision; one of them should enter the spirit realm. He also has the carvings of different animals he made years ago. His given one away already. It seems Ace’s father was in an accident years ago and McGinnis gave the bear to Ace for strength. Each one takes an offering (one of the animals). Carson takes the…wolf (ha). Nancy takes the whale. George takes the turtle. The ceremony begins…

And George ends up the spirit realm. George beings to look for Ace…I don’t know why she would think he’d be just there. Instead, she finds random ghosts. She also finds dark clouds. She is able to speak to everyone else in the living realm and let them know. McGinnis asks if there’s been conflict in the house.

George has to find Ace at his fear. Instead, she finds an Escher painting. Also, the negative energies from Carson’s and Nancy’s fight are surrounding George and she having trouble contact anyone. And now the ghosts are awakening.

George is able to find the crash and tries to get Ace out of the car. Or she thinks it’s Ace; but it’s an evil spirit and it starts to pull her inside the car. George is able to escape and let everyone know that Ace wasn’t there. More negative energy fills the air and McGinnis realizes it’s coming from Nancy and Carson. It’s also making it hard for George to find Ace. If they don’t complete the ceremony, they will lose Ace and George will never find her way back. So, they have to settle it now.

So, they go outside. Carson is trying to figure out why Nancy suddenly believes in the spiritual and how she knows the things that she knows about what happened around the time of Lucy’s death. Honestly, Nancy, at this point it might be better to tell your father you’re being haunted. We do find out, though, that the Hudson’s did send Carson to look for Lucy the night of her death. Now, Carson was not told the reason why they were looking for her; but (assuming Carson is telling the truth) by the time he found Lucy, she was already dead. So, it sounds like Carson is the one who found Lucy? Nancy wants to know why he didn’t tell her. (…is there a reason that he would? He doesn’t know Lucy is haunting Nancy and, if he’s telling the truth, I can’t blame him for not wanting to talk about finding (?) a dead girl). Carson says he will tell everything to Nancy, but she has to promise to believe him. (Honestly, not the best thing to say when being accused of murder. Makes you look suspicious.). Nancy says that they need to save Ace, but afterwards they’ll talk.

Meanwhile, in the spirit realm, George sees Lucy’s dress burning in the fire and the poem written on the wall. Of course, now McGinnis is beginning to ask why Lucy seems to be so important to this house.

Back at The Claw, Lisbeth meets with Bess. Bess seems to have called Nick just before and Nick is listening in. Lisbeth says she’s back in town because she’s picking up some of Ryan’s things. Ok, just to cut to the chase…Lisbeth did not cause the accident because she’s undercover. She’s with the state police and she’s investigating the Hudsons because they believe the Hudsons have someone in the local police on their payroll. (Only one? I think we’re seriously underestimating this) Honestly, I had a feeling that Lisbeth would turn out to be police or a PI. Actually, when she was first introduced, I thought she was law enforcement (I didn’t realize that the Hudsons had someone working for them picking up the body).

Back at Nancy’s, McGinnis is trying to help George focus and find Ace’s spirit. She finally finds herself at the hospital, but not in the present. It’s a memory from 15 years ago, when Ace’s father almost died in the line of duty. McGinnis knows this because he was there. That’s Ace’s greatest fear. So now they know she’s looking for a much younger version of Ace and she finds him in a snowstorm. There’s an interesting moment where young Ace talks about the boots that don’t fit and tells George not to forget the boots. George picks him up and then she wakes up in Nancy’s home. In her hand, is Ace’s bear.

So, they go to the hospital and it’s sort of good news. Ace isn’t awake yet, but his spirit is back in his body. It’s just he has work to do before he wakes up. McGinnis ties up his boot before he leaves. George mentions the boots to Nancy, but it will have to wait as Bess and Nick are letting them know they have an emergency.

At The Claw, Nick and Bess let Nancy and George know that, while they can’t reveal their source, they know there may be a dirty cop. Nancy points out Lisbeth’s car is parked outside and Lisbeth comes forward. But the part about Lisbeth liking Bess was true. The problem is, between the crew finding out and the Hudsons beginning to ask questions; Lisbeth is going to have to leave. However, Nick mentions to her about the USB drive and Lisbeth has access to records of the Hudsons as well, so they’re going to cross reference the two to see if they can find who the dirty cop is. Let me guess either it’s going to look like it’s McGinnis (because he’s being set up) or the dude that’s always at the desk at the station. But if there is a cop that is on the Hudsons payroll, it means they might be the ones to have put the transceiver on the car (or, at least, taken it off). At which point, George realizes that Ace saw the boots of the person who removed the transceiver and there is something different about those boots. However, so Lisbeth doesn’t get pulled, someone other than Lisbeth needs to take the information in.

Which Nancy does and she gives it to McGinnis (one theory gone); who’s apprehensive as he doesn’t know the source. Just then, desk guy comes in (by the by, he also was the one who did the investigation into Laura’s car and has interesting shoelaces); he finds no evidence of foul play. However, Nancy points out that that’s weird considering the CPU was wiped. Evidence she also is able to show McGinnis. As Nancy walks away, McGinnis calls in other officers to arrest desk guy.

That night, Nancy talks to Carson. Carson says that the Hudsons won’t ask him to defend the dirty cop and they’ll just say the money was a loan. Nancy asks how they stop the Hudson, but Carson wants her to let this go.

So, the night of Lucy’s death, Carson saw tire tracks and a broken crown. He also saw Lucy’s dress dangling off the cliffside. He took the dress out of fear that…I’m sorry, I’m a bit lost here. He says he took it out of fear of what the Hudsons may do to Carson’s family? Why would the Hudsons do anything to them? It’s not like they knew what Carson found. Or did he take the dress as blackmail? Like if the Hudsons ever tried something, he could use it as a way to keep his family safe? But then Carson moved his family to Europe for a year? And the check was for something else Carson did? I just…something feels off here. But we do find out that Carson is the one who stole the evidence from the lab.

Just then, Nancy gets a text from Bess who needs help. It seems that Lisbeth needs to make it look like she’s loyal to the Hudsons; so she and Nancy stage a fight. Hopefully, they Hudsons still think Lisbeth’s loyal.

Meanwhile, a shadowy figure comes into the room where’s George’s younger sister, Ted, is sitting. Gorge comes into the room later and finds Ted missing.

And at the police station, McGinnis seems to be putting the pieces together about Lucy’s murder and Carson Drew.

#nancy drew #ace #george fan #carson drew #bess marvin #ned nickerson

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Let's Begin: Tinfoil Butterfly Chapters 1-3

So before I begin, I felt the need to express that, if you’ll be reading along with me, there’ll be MAJOR spoiler alerts!

Like, I’m not holding anything back.

But, for those who don’t mind it, you may continue!

So Imma be blunt with y’all (pun completely intended), this book just screams mature content within the first few pages, and it threw me completely off-guard. Like, right off the bat, it uses crude language and sexual themes and I am here for it, not because I’m a horny b*tch, but because that’s the attention getter. For some of you, that might be a turn-off, and usually when authors try to begin a book in such a way, mature readers tend to frown on it, but Moulton used it to give us a basic idea of what kind of characters we’re dealing with.

This girl named Emma Powers is the kind of girl you’d let ruin your life, and that’s almost exactly what this guy Lowell let her do. Which, by all means, I know wasn’t intentional, but with the contents Emma found inside of his beloved van “Veronica” (handcuffs which bound them together, the gun, etc) you canNOT convince me that he didn’t have some serious kinks. With the background given, I found that Emma is hitching rides from strangers (and apparently having her fun with them as well,) after being hospitalized. She talks about the scars on her stomach, and it makes me wonder how she got them in the first place, any sane person would. But what makes it more questionable is on Page 8, she says “I’ve decided to stop taking the Vicodin. To be drug free for the first time in several years,” kind’ve opens the mind to the fact she must’ve had a drug addiction issue, which explains the high-school girl mentality that came into play when she decided to hitch a ride from Lowell simply “because he’s hot.”

Now from the way she described Lowell, as a tattooed, tall and toned male with a daughter, an alcohol problem and a God-complex, he sounds like exactly the kind of guy I’d go for; that is, if I was homeless, jobless, single and desperate, but we’ll go with it. The reason he even let her in the van was because of her breast size (which she explicitly states are Double-Ds) and he was hatching a plan to retrieve his daughter from his ex-girlfriend. I don’t recall what that plan was, or if it was even mentioned, other than when Emma came to that realization herself, but what I do know is that he was probably going to kill the ex-girlfriend, after mentioning that she thought running back to her parents would “protect her.” All bad vibes, brodie.

Somewhere around that point, this psycho Emma pulls the gun on Lowell and I almost lost it, guys. The way he antagonizes her reminded me of those games where the bad guy is trying to fill the good guy’s head with all kinds of bullsh*t because they know they’re about to die, and then the good guy is just like, "you annoy me," and kapow, dead.

Y’all can be mad at me for this, but I kinda space-read the next few moments, so all I remember is they went from being in Veronica to Emma standing in the headlights and Lowell went back behind the wheel. But this part is really important in character background because we figure out the she has a dead brother who was murdered and the cops are looking for her because they think she was involved somehow, and she wants no part of that. Yet, that brings me back to one of the questions Lowell asked when she originally pulled the gun, “have you ever shot somebody?” She doesn’t confirm it but she doesn’t deny it either. She only states, “don’t act like you have.” So, my suspicions are that maybe she was involved in the murder, but not as the killer.

Another thing to keep in mind is that Lowell accuses her of sleeping with her brother, and she doesn’t confirm or deny it either, only that he was her step-brother and he needed to mind his damn business.

After a bit more bitter banter back and forth (you like what I did there?), she takes a few shots and finally manages to hit his leg, and gets giddy about it, the thicc psycho. She leaves him with blankets and says she’ll call for help, which she kind’ve does, and takes off with Veronica. It sorta got me before she took off though, after she told him she'd call him an ambulance or something, he said he'd tell the cops all about her and where she's headed, and all she says is, "you do that." I might not know too much about the "criminal lifestyle" but I'm for certain that you wouldn't take a threat like that so lightly. In fact, anybody else would have killed him right on the spot. But she also goes on in her head that once she gets to the badlands, her goal is already achieved. What exactly could that goal be?

Now she goes on this monologue about her Step-brother and how he would talk about these buildings that he’s never been to as if they were his personal experiences, which is an art form in itself. And as he dove so deep into these subjects he would tell her about, he would get depressed and seclude himself into a room where he’d create these paintings and such, and she would leave him alone. She also says that a less-selfish person unlike herself would’ve brought him back regardless of what beautiful, deep, and dark art he could create from it. But then Emma goes on to explain that the reason for leaving him alone for so long was that she would always search the art he made to see if she could find herself because she “longed to be that horror, that thing he obsessed over for so long.”

At this point, it’s got me thinking that maybe she was involved with his death, but it wasn’t a murder. The way she talks about him makes me believe three things:

She was most definitely madly in love with her Step-Brother.

This love she had for him was possibly unrequited.

He killed himself and she tried to save him, and the cops believe it was murder, which number two would definitely be a probable cause, a petty probable cause, but still a legitimate one nonetheless.

It still doesn’t explain why she was in the hospital before Lowell snatched her up, but I’m going to guess that maybe this was a case of a Romeo-Juliet ending, except Juliet didn’t fake-die and Romeo had legitimate mental health issues. Oh, and the love was hella one-sided.

Anyway, Emma drives far enough to find this "Earlenette's Diner" with a payphone that only dials 555 to share bigfoot stories. She passes out inside the Diner while trying to make something to munch on after discovering that the fuel pumps next to it had went dry, and Veronica wasn't getting any for the night. When she comes to, she hears somebody walk in the diner. When she goes to check it out, this kid shoots at her with the gun she stole off of Lowell. He misses and disappears, leaving Emma and I both cautious and confused because who the eff does this little boy think he is shooting at somebody? Emma shouldn’t have been so careless, but then you have to remember that she’s in a really abandoned place in the middle of nowhere, and she was expecting to be completely alone.

He drops the gun after almost blowing Emma away, and she picks it up and sticks it in her pants (hopefully not like Cheddar Bob in 8 Mile). She then brought up the pain she felt from the heat after being fired, and that she was letting it burn her. I know I wouldn’t have let it burn me, but then again, I don’t exactly have something already eating away at me that dilutes the physical presence, which is what I suspect is so important.

When she walks out to make her way back to Veronica, the little boy is there again. They have this back-and-forth spiel of trying to figure each other out that reminds me specifically of Hugh Jackman and the little boy in the movie, “Real Steel.” He disappears and reappears various times in their interaction, which means he’s very good at being quiet, which is crazy for a self-proclaimed eight-year-old (he blurts out different ages to Emma, and this is the only one she believed.

He ends up with a cigar that she gave to him to try, but he puts it in his back pocket, and proceeds to tell Emma that she doesn’t need it. Bold of him to assume she wanted it anyway after going on about how she hid them from Lowell because she got tired of the smell, but go off, I guess. He also stole her Vicodin, and when she asked for it back, he says George has them. No background, no introduction, just a simple “George has them.”

The weirdest part about their conversation wasn’t the dialogue itself, it was the fact that the boy was wearing a tinfoil mask he made from a butterfly mask specifically used for luring in unsuspecting birds, and when asked why he was wearing it, the boy says it’s because half of his face was melted by a lightning bolt, and daddy controlled the weather including the lightning. And when he was born, daddy wanted a girl, so he struck him with lightning. At first it was quite odd, but I had to remember for a second that kids deal with trauma a lot differently from adults, and this unlikely story has to be a code for something his dad put him through, not to mention I think his dad is making him wear the mask.

He said he learned how to “prerepose” things, which is one of his words for “repurpose,” from his mother who had passed away, and that it had just been him, a woman who’s acting like his mom, and his dad for a long time. Emma suspects after learning the boy’s name is Earl that his mom was the owner of the abandoned diner (Earlenette’s Diner), which would make logical sense. Maybe she was. Maybe when she died, his father (who we can assume is the George he was talking about) decided to close it down for good.

The third chapter ends off with them embarking on a miniature quest to go meet this George who this little boy says Emma won’t get along with, which she is prepared for. She just wants to be able to get the gas out of the deteriorating gas pumps next to it, and Earl said George knows how. At only three chapters in, I’m already having a helluva time trying to keep up, and I will most definitely reread it in a sober state, but it also leaves us with many, many questions.

I appreciate you guys for reading all of this, and hopefully you’ll be back for chapters four through six here in a few days. Please, feel free to add your input, ask questions, or share your work with me! I’d be more than happy to oblige!

#book quotes #books and reading #bookstagram #book reviews #booksbooksbooks #suspense novel #novels #thriller #mystery #suspense books #suspense #tinfoil butterfly

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beyondspaceandstars · 3 years

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A Good Man

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: TFATWS SPOILERS, angst, underlying anxious tones (happy ending, though!) Summary: Bucky calls you distraught after having to resume the classic role of the Winter Soldier again A/N: When I saw this scene in TFATWS all I could think about was how wild that had to be for Bucky to assume that brainwashed role again and idk maybe it isn’t that deep and i just went crazy with it but what can i say? i love a good sad/angsty one shot with happy ending :)

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Your heart leaped with joy as your phone started buzzing beside you on your desk. Only one person would be calling you at such an obscure time and seeing your boyfriend’s name and picture pop-up as confirmation made your heart melt.

Hitting ‘accept,’ you happily greeted him, "Hi, honey."

You couldn’t contain the smile on your face as you waiting for his answer. You two hadn’t talked for a bit after he went off, only giving you a brief rundown of his plans. He was a bit frantic, a bit worried about his actions, but you assured him you knew what he had to do. Not being much of a hero yourself, all you could do was support him and promise to be there when he gets back, arms opened, ready to comfort him.

"Hi, doll," Bucky responded but his tone absolutely did not meet your energy. He sounded a bit out of it, almost distant, as his words dragged out in a sigh. At first you thought maybe he had just gotten tossed around in a fight but there was something in his voice you had to inquire about.

"How’s everything going?" You asked, cautiously, as you leaned back in your desk chair. The late-night work you were doing was becoming abandoned as your attention turned to your boyfriend.

Bucky paused, the line practically going dead. You worried he had hung up, maybe thought better than to tell you what was going on, but you could still hear his uneven breaths. They were haunting and rigid. You started to get more worried as the seconds of silence went on.

Afraid he was going to drop the call, you wanted to change the subject when Bucky finally spoke up. "We teamed up with Zemo."

Your phone nearly slipped out of your hands. Sitting up abruptly, you did your best to contain your shocked tone. "Wow, um, alright," you nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. "How- How is that going?" The last thing Bucky had explained was going to see him in prison and now somehow, some god-damn way, the man was outside. The man who had done all that to your boyfriend. Had controlled and weaponized him. The terror, the fear, everything Bucky would tell you came rushing back-

"Doll," Bucky mumbled, cutting off your thoughts. You gulped at his weak, sad tone. "You still love me, right?"

Your brows furrowed. "I love you so much, Buck," you said, meaning every single word entirely. After a deep breath, you then asked, "What’s wrong?"

"If you see any videos tonight, please don’t watch them-,"

"Videos?" You gasped, "Bucky, what is going on?" Your jaw clenched as you sat on the edge of your seat, desperate for answers. You weren’t about to disobey him but he was also giving you nothing.

That silence came back but you forced yourself to wait patiently. No dial tone came, just the same haunting breaths on the other end of the line.

He spoke abruptly, nearly catching you off guard. "We needed to speak to an informant so…" Bucky coughed, sounding like he was covering any worry. You still waited, silent. "I had to take on the role of the Winter Soldier, that Winter Soldier, again."

"I- What?" You asked. What the hell did that mean? "What do you mean took on the role? What- Bucky, what did you do?"

"No, no, babe, it’s fine," His voice was frantic, making something twist in your heart out of sadness. "I- I had to just pretend but it was back in that headspace, that role, and… And it was a lot, doll. I felt like a soldier again, following commands, and I didn’t- I mean I’m fine, everything’s fine. I know it wasn’t real but I- I just needed to talk to you. It got overwhelming and…" Bucky took another deep breath. You sniffled, holding back some tears as you listened to the worry, the tragedy, in his voice. "I just needed to hear your voice. Remember who I am now. What I have waiting for me."

You couldn’t help the little sob that escaped you. You didn’t exactly think it was the end of the world but it was… alarming. Necessary, it seemed, but alarming, and you didn’t know how to really help. Part of you wanted to beg him to come home but that just wasn’t reasonable. You knew the stakes very well.

Bucky started mumbling your name trying to calm you down but you cut him off. "Bucky, you know that’s not you anymore. You’re no one’s soldier, you’re no one’s asset, okay? You’re a good man who just wants to make things right." You took a deep breath as the waterworks flowed. "It wasn’t real, honey. You did what you had to do for the great good. As cheesy as that may sound, it’s true. And I think the fact you’re worried about it means you’ve come a long way."

A shaky breath came through on the phone. You both seemed to be such messes on different sides of the world. All you desperately wanted was to take him in your arms, reassure him everything was fine, feel his touch and give him that comfort. But he was doing what he had to as a hero and you knew it didn’t come without its challenges.

"Thank you, doll," Bucky mumbled. "I really needed to hear all that."

You mustered a weak smile through your teary expression. "You’re doing good, honey, I promise. You’ve worked so hard and I’m immensely proud of you."

You could practically hear the smile finally forming on Bucky’s lips as he gave you another thank you.

"Now, if I may ask," you sighed, "what is this about videos?"

Bucky groaned. "Some witnesses had those genius phones or whatever."

"You mean smartphones?"

"Whatever," He scoffed. "I think they took videos of the fight."

You shook your head, moving the phone to your other ear for comfort, and leaned back in your chair. "Your therapist is not going to like that."

"Please don’t remind me."

You couldn’t help but give a little chuckle at his response. "Are you doing okay, now?"

Bucky hummed. "I think so," he said. "Sorry for bombarding you with all that. I got a little panicky when I realized…"

The trailing off made your heart break just a little bit more. In your time of knowing him, when he wasn’t speaking his mind could be wandering, filling with worries and horrors you just wanted nothing more than to magically cast away. But the best you could manage was to actually be there. To listen to it all, fully on the roller coaster ride.

"Hey, honey," you said, trying to pull him away from his thoughts. "I promise, you’re okay. You were doing your job and it might not have been ideal but that wasn’t you. You don’t even know that person anymore."

"You’re right," he sighed. "God, how are you always right?"

You giggled, wiping away some stray tears. "I’m just so smart."

Bucky gave a weak laugh. It wasn’t much but you’d take it. "That’s for sure," he agreed.

He sounded like he was about to say something else when a voice called in the background. Bucky let out an annoyed sigh then said, "I have to go, doll, but I can call you tomorrow."

"Okay, honey," you said, sniffling slightly. "Please be safe."

"Always," he mumbled, his voice cracking just a bit, but he seemed to quickly compose himself. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Buck," you sighed. "Come back to me in one piece."

"Doll, please, you cannot say that to your boyfriend who has a detachable arm."

You gasped, "Bucky, you know what I mean-,"

He cut you off with another weak laugh. You were slightly relieved his humor hadn’t totally abandoned him in his panic. You wish you could see the same for yourself but Bucky always knew how to break the mood.

"Of course, I do," he sighed. "Just like teasing you."

"You’re insufferable."

He scoffed. "You love me." You could practically see him shaking his head with that stupid but loving teasing grin playing at his lips, trying to overcome those sad eyes.

You chuckled as your heart absolutely warmed at the mental pictures of your boyfriend. There was no denying you were madly in love with him. All of him. Brain, body, heart, soul. The entire package. "Of course I do."

#tfatws spoilers #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #the winter soldier #bucky barnes #marvel one shot #marvel fanfiction #marvel #one shot #fluff #angst #mcu fic #mcu #fanfic #fanfiction #writing*

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suna-reversed · 3 years

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AOT men as nsfw cliches/tropes

(Eren, Levi, Colt x f!reader)//hcs

part 2

tags/warnings- rough sex, mentions of breeding, overstim, oral (recieving) aftercare

Eren Jaeger- angry sex

- I think it’s no secret that Eren would absolutely wreck you when he’s angry

- especially if you’ve made him jealous. like you’ll be covering up bite marks and trying not to fall over while walking for the next 3 days or so.

- Eren is often very vocal about his anger, but you’ll know you’re knee deep in real trouble when he gets dangerously quiet

- one moment you’d be having a screaming match with each other. next thing you know, you’d be pressed up against the wall with his hand encasing your jaw as he presses his head into the crook of your neck

- he’d mumble a low “wanna say that again?” into your collarbone, which would most definitely have you clenching your thighs

- he wouldn’t spend too much time edging/denying you because he’d be way too eager to fill you up with his cock

- but he WILL overstimulate the fuck out of you till you’re crying and begging for him to stop abusing your poor cunt

- would also cum inside you as an act of��“marking territory”

- if you’re in the missionary position, he would hold up your knees to your chest to make sure you “hold all the cum in” for him like the good ‘cum-dump’ you are

- his way of asking you if you’re okay would be to trace all the marks he’s left on your upper half the next morning, asking a soft “does this hurt” each time he senses even the slightest movement from you. you’d eventually just have to push him away laughing and tell him to stop being such a mother hen.

- that’d most definitely get him to shut up, but would lead to some playful morning sex as he pretends to be mad, even though he makes sure to tell you how well you take him this time as you come undone beneath him once again

Levi Ackerman - lazy morning sex

- Levi would be so SO receptive to his lover in bed. definitely more of a giver than receiver [doesn’t mean that he won’t give you a can’t-walk-straight-for-the-next-day-fuck every now and then]

- Lazy morning sex would definitely ensue on days after long missions, when you’d both have just been happy and grateful to be able to come home and lie in the arms of your beloved when so many others did not

- he would have listened to you vent about how you’d much rather eat grass rather than the shit they give to the scouts for snacks and he’d internally know that it’s a cover up for just how hard the recent mission had been on you. but he’d stay quiet, rubbing circles onto your back till you fall asleep.

- in the morning, for once he’d simply decide to stay longer in bed as he feels your figure clutch onto him with all the life you’ve got

- and who is he to deny you when you greet him with a lazy smile and kiss as he feels your knee press up against his crotch

- what he cannot put out in words, he’ll convey by actions as he kisses you with enough fervour to make you forget all your pain whatsoever

- still in a post sleep daze, it’ll be sloppy and rushed as you rid each other of your clothing, his fingers moving down to gather your wetness as his thumb rubs small circles onto your clit

- he’d gently ask if you’re ready before positioning his member in-between your folds and slowly entering you

- you wouldn’t miss the small smile against your lips as you let out a half breathy moan at the feel of your walls being stretched

- he’d lift up one of your knees to gain a better angle to thrust into you, the tip of his cock rubbing against a spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back with pleasure each time

- he’d either make you cum first or find release at the same time as you, letting both of your heavy moans and loud grunts fill the thick morning air

- Levi would simply kiss your forehead before getting up to clean himself and then getting a washcloth to clean you up too

- would insist you take more rest [if you’re pouty enough, he’ll stay in bed with you until you fall asleep again, a small almost bittersweet smile gracing his lips as he slowly slips out]

Colt Grice- first time sex

- an absolute gentleman !!

- confirms multiple times if you’re sure about doing it

- “you can back out anytime you want my love, I’ve got you”

- he’s just scared of hurting you. he’ll be so gentle and soft, making you cum on his fingers and tongue like thrice just to make sure you’re “prepared enough” (simply leads to you being overstimulated as fuck)

- SO MUCH PRAISE

- “you’re so beautiful, I would never get tired of this. I want you there for the rest of my life sweetheart”

- poor baby literally feels his heart break as you wince at the sheer size of him [the walls in paradis are not the only walls they like to destroy hehe sorry]

- peppers kisses all over your face, holding back his thrusts to let you adjust even though he can barely contain himself

- “ ah fuck- you’re taking me so well”

- holds your hand through all of it

- his moans are the sweetest sounding thing ever and he’ll be making those sounds right next to your ear as he presses his forehead to yours

- would be big on aftercare- probably run you a bath and massage your shoulders and other sore spots.

- post sex cuddles !!

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Let me know if you want a part 2 for Porco, Erwin and Jean/ any other aot characters :)

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meltingpotimagines · 3 years

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Husband!Hawks

this mans

is not husband material

but!

for the right girl? he may be willing to play the part

listen, mans may not be a simp but he is cHARMING okay? he got potential

besides he’s lowkey a simp for the right girl but whatever

was very romantic when he proposed

managed to rent out an entire park perks of being the #2 hero

decked out a gazebo with fairy lights, candles, and rose petals

considered making a heart with the rose petals but decided just scattering them around would be classier and less cheesy

set up a picnic with a basket f u l l of food

sandwiches, cheese, fruit, desserts, the works

and ofc a bottle of champagne bc tonight you two would be celebrating

or so he hoped

you wouldn’t say no right?

i mean who could say no to that gorgeous face pHEW

pulled out the ring box right as you swallowed the last of the macaron you’d been nibbling on

his heart sped up as your eyes widened, a breathless ‘keigo’ escaping your lips

“i know you might not be ready, but the more i get to know you, the more i realize that i don’t want to live the rest of my life without you. you’re the girl of my dreams, and i never want to wake up. would you marry me?”

“are you s t u p i d? ofc i will!”

his grin has never been as bright as it was at that moment

slipped the ring onto your finger and immediately pulled you into his arms and took off into the air

slowed your assent as you two soared above the clouds and spun around, unable to contain his joy

gazed at your face with those golden eyes, taking in your beauty, before giving you the sweetest, most tender kiss you’ve ever felt

oh boy the wedding

when i tell you this was an e v e n t i mean anyone who was anyone wanted to go to this wedding

but only those that were close to the two of you were invited

haha suckerrrs

somehow got all might to officiate

who knew all might could officiate weddings?

certainly neither of you

no one really knows how that decision came to be but i mean no one was complaining either so

he let you make all the decisions except for one

the flowers

he h a d to be involved in the flowers

he appreciates pretty flora and if the bouquets and floral arrangements at his wedding weren’t the prettiest possible he would n o t be satisfied

teared up as you walked down the aisle (which he will neither confirm nor deny)

not that he wasn’t lookin’ mighty fine too

just imagine: tan suit with a black button up and a gold tie, gold cufflinks with a ruby set in each

i know those are his costume colors but he looks good in them so y’all can fight me

dipped you for your first kiss as husband and wife to everyone’s amusement

best believe a few different cameras caught that

the timing of the wedding was planned out so the reception was held at night

semi-sheer white tents and custom black ten-feet tall candelabras

the soft glow from the candles combined with the moonlight made for the perfect dreamy vibe

he managed to find a florist that could dye white roses black and cover them them with a thin layer of gold glitter

was it necessary? no

did it look good? heck yeah

the gold glitter shined beautifully against the black roses

tho

the way your eyes sparkled as you danced with him was far more captivating

you two had flown up into the sky to dance your first dance together

your silhouettes against the bright moon made for a perfect picture

the only reason you ended up coming down was because neither of you had eaten much that day and a guy’s gotta eat

he gonna need stamina later *winky face*

you cannot convince me the man wouldn’t insist on fried chicken

like a whole buffet table of different flavors

but i mean fried chicken is good so can’t blame him

everyone expected him to smear some cake on your face when he fed you that first piece

instead wiped off the frosting that got on your lips with his thumb and licked it off

your best friend caught t h a t one on camera and will never stop teasing you about how flustered you got

he kept up a great image of a polite host but on the inside he was ready to g o

it had been a long day and he was ready love on his wife

heh

wife

he likes the sound of that

peppers your face with kisses on the ride home

yeah yeah i know h o n e y m o o n but where y’all were goin’ was forever away and mans just wants to shower you with affection as soon as possible (esp considering he had to keep his hands off you all day since you two never had a moment alone)

scoops you up the second you’re out of the car and carries you over the threshold

gives you a soft kiss before putting you down

and that’s the last soft kiss you’re gonna get for the night lolllll

definitely the type to make you breakfast in the morning

also the type to cook in nothing but an apron and boxers but anyway

you better be up in time to see that sight bc if not, you’re getting breakfast in bed not that i’d complain

he’s not the best cook but mans can manage some bacon and eggs

plus some fresh fruit bc it makes it more visually appealing and less like he doesn’t really know how to cook

he set the tray on your lap and climbs back into bed, pulling you into his side so your head can rest on his chest as you two munch on breakfast

there’s something so soothing about the sound of his heartbeat

a soft little rhythm that nearly puts you back the sleep

didn’t help that he was unconsciously running his fingertips along your arm, drawing random squiggles and shapes

will tilt your head up by the chin every so often to give you a little peck on the lips

if you do fall asleep, he’ll just gaze at you softly while lightly tracing your features

still can’t process that you’re married

someone actually loved him enough to marry him

there was someone that didn’t just admire or use him bc of his quirk

didn’t give him attention purely bc he’s the number 2 hero

you saw all his flaws and shortcomings and insecurities and loved him regardless

if he’s dreaming, please don’t wake him up

you cleaning him wings for him is something he loves so much

it’s such an intimate task that makes him feel cared for

loved

how much time you take in cleaning them and how tenderly you handle each wing

it’s one of his favorite ways to spend time with you

it’s nice being taken care of for once, esp when he’s always taking care of others

absolutely loves taking you on night flights

will take you in his arms and just soar above the clouds

with the clouds below you and the stars above, it feels like you two are the only people that exist

definitely dances with you during some of those flights

wraps one arm more tightly around your waist and take your hand in his and just… slowly spins in the air

it doesn’t look like much but when you’re just looking into each other’s eyes, it feels like the most romantic and intimate moment you could ask for

your life is quite literally in his hands but you’ve never felt safer

even more so when you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in the crook

his arms wound securely around your waist, the comforting smell of his scent, the kisses he presses to your temple every so often

it feels like home

likes startling/scaring you a lot

will sneak into the house after work just so he can tap on your shoulder from behind

the gasp you let out as you freak out for half a second never fails to amuse him the jerk

will always make it up to you with long, deep kiss

if he gets home late after a long day he’ll just crawl into bed and pull you into his arms before burying his face into your hair

no talking, just breathes in your scent before he crashes

he sleeps really well like that, but, although he won’t admit it, he sleeps best when you hold him, his face buried in your chest

he feels warm and safe, like it’s okay to be vulnerable for once

absolutely flirts with you while at work

probably definitely sends you a few spicy pics or texts

it gives him such smug satisfaction knowing the affect he has on you when he’s not even physically there

picks up take-out when he knows your too tired to or would rather not cook

like to back hug you and wrap you up with his wings

9/10 times will bury his face in your neck and nuzzle

sometimes if he spots you while on patrol, he’ll fly over and flirt with you

“how you doin’, gorgeous? the name’s hawks. what’s a pretty lil’ thing like you doin’ in a neighborhood like this?”

sir, this is one of the safest areas in the city pLS-

but if you actually a r e in danger? oh boy

no one, and i mean no one, touches his girl

honestly i’d rather fight bakugo one on one than deal with keigo’s wrath

he’s one of the chillest people you will ever meet, but when he’s that mad? s c a r y

will keep a close watch on you for a while after that

asks you to always let him know where you’ll be and to text him when you get home

definitely considered installing a tracking app on your phones

he’ll calm down eventually, but for the moment he’s extremely anxious

although he certainly tried his best to hide it

he didn’t want to stress you out too, especially if you had any anxieties from it yourself

he was just afraid to lose you

he doesn’t know what he’d do without you

after all, you’re the most precious thing in the world to him and he loves you more than he could ever put into words

#happy birthday b #hope you enjoyed this #hawks #hawks imagine #hawks headcanons #hawks x reader #keigo #keigo imagine #keigo headcanons #keigo x reader #keigo tamaki #my hero academia #mha imagine #mha headcanons #boko no hero academia #bnha imagine #bnha headcanons

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bloody-bee-tea · 3 years

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18, 15, 11 for sadness! love your fics sm

18) "Promise me that if I don’t make it back that you’ll watch out for them.”

Jiang Cheng is four when he writes something to his soulmate for the first time. He begged his sister to teach him to write hello, just so that he could let his soulmate know that he’s there and thinking of them and today his sister finally deemed his strokes readable enough to write them out.

Jiang Cheng’s hand shakes a bit—the brush still too big in his tiny hand—but under Jiang Yanli’s watchful eye he manages to write it down on his arm in a way that is at least readable.

“I did it!” Jiang Cheng yells excitedly when he is done and Jiang Yanli smiles at him and pets his head, clearly proud of him.

“And now we wait,” she says and Jiang Cheng sits down more firmly, his arm always in sight so that he doesn’t miss his soulmate’s reply.

It doesn’t take long at all for some new characters to show up, but they are a lot more complicated than what Jiang Cheng just wrote, and he’s not yet old enough to read them properly.

He eagerly holds his arm out for Jiang Yanli to read his soulmate’s message out to him, but he knows something is wrong when her face falls.

“What does it say, a-jie?” he still wants to know and Jiang Yanli pats his head again.

“It says ‘don’t write again’,” she reads out for him and Jiang Cheng pouts.

“That’s not very nice,” he mutters and climbs into Jiang Yanli’s lap when she pulls him over.

“No, it’s not. But it means your soulmate is older than you,” she says and flicks his nose.

“Like you?” Jiang Cheng wants to know and Jiang Yanli laughs.

“Maybe, yes,” she gives back and Jiang Cheng stares at the characters on his arm again.

He has a soulmate! And they are older than him!

“I will draw for them,” Jiang Cheng decides, because his mother berated him often enough that doodling odd shapes on his papers is actually not the same as properly writing characters, and his soulmate only told him to stop one of those things.

“You should do that,” Jiang Yanli encourages him though and Jiang Cheng gets started on it right away.

And he doesn’t stop, not even when he doesn’t receive an answer from his soulmate.

~*~*~

Jiang Cheng is nine when he tells his soulmate his name.

He never again received an answer from his soulmate, but that never stopped him from continuing to doodle on his skin, much to his mother’s despair.

‘My name is Jiang Cheng’ he writes out one day, early in the morning, so he can scrub it off before breakfast and before his mother can say something to him about it.

He fears that his soulmate might not yet be awake and that he won’t get an answer until a much later time, but then he already feels the tell-tale tingle of his soulmate writing something.

Jiang Cheng has only felt it once in his life before, but it’s not a feeling you easily forget.

‘I don’t want to know’ is the reply he receives and Jiang Cheng’s face falls.

He scrubs his own name off his skin and sees with relief that his soulmate does the same on their end, but then the implication of what just happens hits him and he crawls under his blanket again.

His soulmate doesn’t want him. They didn’t even ask for his name before or any other identifying feature and now they didn’t even offer anything in return and Jiang Cheng has to bite back tears at that.

Fine, he thinks after long miserable minutes. If his soulmate doesn’t want him, then he doesn’t want his soulmate either.

~*~*~

Jiang Cheng is sixteen when he has to watch Wei Wuxian write obscenities on his arms in broad daylight and he’s also sixteen when he has to see Lan Wangji blush as he tries to cover the characters on his arm up.

There’s an ugly feeling forming in his chest and Jiang Cheng knows that it’s jealousy.

It seems like at least Wei Wuxian has a soulmate who is not completely against the match. It’s not like Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli can relate, and that thought at least brings some comfort to Jiang Cheng.

He’s not the only one who’s soulmate doesn’t like them.

~*~*~

Jiang Cheng is seventeen when his Sect burns and his family dies.

He knows it’s stupid, even as he puts a brush with shaking fingers to his arm, but he has to warn his soulmate.

Jiang Cheng doesn’t know if they are a cultivator or not, if they are in danger or perfectly safe, but he has to warn them to give them a fighting chance.

‘The Wens are attacking. Please stay safe’, he writes out, his strokes barely legible and then everything is a blur.

He does not get a reply from his soulmate.

~*~*~

Jiang Cheng is eighteen when he goes to war.

He spends three months looking for his brother, before he finds him and brings him home, and then he can only remember battlefield after battlefield.

Jiang Cheng simultaneously doesn’t feel old enough to be doing this and like he has never done anything else as Zidian swings in a wide arch over his head, but then everything blurs again as the next wave of Wen soldiers hit.

He always feels exhausted down to his bones these days but at least he knows that his siblings are safe and that’s more than many of the other soldiers can say.

Jiang Cheng tries not to think about his soulmate too much.

~*~*~

Jiang Cheng is just shy of nineteen when he feels alive for the first time in months as Nie Mingjue pushes him against a wall and follows the motion up with a kiss.

Jiang Cheng can’t deny that he’s been looking for a while now but then again, who hasn’t? It’s Nie Mingjue after all and Jiang Cheng cannot believe he gets to have this, if even for only one night.

He moves his hands over Nie Mingjue’s shoulders, leaning back against the wall and letting Nie Mingjue bite kiss after kiss down the length of his neck.

“This is no strings attached,” Nie Mingjue rasps out between kisses. “Don’t make it into something it’s not.”

“I’m not that naïve,” Jiang Cheng bites out, but his voice threatens to break away into a moan when Nie Mingjue sucks at the hinge of his jaw.

Jiang Cheng damn well knows what a war hook-up is, and he’s aware that after this is all done, things will be completely different.

Neither of them will have time to look at the other again, no matter if they even want to or not.

Though Jiang Cheng can’t deny that he really, really wants to. He wouldn’t mind if this became a more regular thing, if he’s being honest, but he keeps those thoughts to himself, which is not that hard when Nie Mingjue lowers his head to kiss a mark into the base of Jiang Cheng’s throat.

“Fuck,” Jiang Cheng pants out and his hands dig into Nie Mingjue’s shoulders. “Come on, tent, tent!” he gets out despite the mind-blowing things Nie Mingjue is alreadydoing to him and he doesn’t even want to imagine how he’s going to survive the night.

But that is something he can figure out after they’ve had sex. For now, Jiang Cheng pulls Nie Mingjue on top of him again, after he pushed him down onto the bed, and he can’t wait for them to undress.

~*~*~

Jiang Cheng is just shy of nineteen and freshly fucked when he finds out that Nie Mingjue is his soulmate.

Jiang Cheng wakes up in the middle of the night, plagued by nightmares like he so often is since the burning of Lotus Pier, and despite him being absolute exhausted he can’t fall asleep again.

So he takes his time to admire Nie Mingjue—and reminding himself that this is a one-time thing only—but when he can’t quite keep still anymore he starts to draw shapes onto Nie Mingjue’s arm.

He stopped drawing for his soulmate a long time ago, but it seems like old habits die hard, because Jiang Cheng is just mindlessly drawing shapes into Nie Mingjue’s skin when he feels an answering tingle on his own arm.

Jiang Cheng freezes because surely it can’t be. Surely this is just one big coincident.

He makes the same motion over and over again, always keeping an eye on Nie Mingjue to check that he doesn’t wake up, and Jiang Cheng shudders when he feels the phantom sensation of the same movement on his arm.

“No,” Jiang Cheng whispers, because he doesn’t trust this; Nie Mingjue would have told him.

But now there’s this niggling doubt in Jiang Cheng’s mind so he cranes his head around to check if there are any brushes nearby. When he sees one he quickly gets out of bed to retrieve it, together with some ink, but when he turns around to the bed Nie Mingjue is staring at him.

“What are you doing?” Nie Mingjue wants to know, warily eying the brush in Jiang Cheng’s hand and a tiny part of Jiang Cheng thinks that’s already confirmation enough.

“You’re my soulmate,” Jiang Cheng says, and it feels strange to say it out loud, and he can see how Nie Mingjue immediately closes himself off.

“I’m not. I told you this is just a one time thing, don’t get any ideas in your head.”

“But I’m not just getting any ideas in my head, am I?” Jiang Cheng asks and before Nie Mingjue can say anything else, he dips the brush into the ink and moves it over his arm.

It’s just a wiggly line, but it’s enough because the same line shows up on Nie Mingjue’s arm, no matter how much he tries to hide it by pulling the blanket up.

“What the fuck, Mingjue,” Jiang Cheng breathes out and then the anger bubbles over.

He always thought he was more sad that his soulmate doesn’t want him, but it seems like the anger was not far off, either.

“It doesn’t matter,“ Nie Mingjue snaps out turning away from Jiang Cheng.

“You could have at least told me. You could have at least told me that you don’t want me,” Jiang Cheng says and he puts the brush down with deliberately careful movements, because otherwise he might just break it.

“It’s not even—” Nie Mingjue starts but he cuts himself off. “It doesn’t matter, Wanyin. We’re at war!”

“We weren’t when I was four, or nine, or fifteen, or any other time,” Jiang Cheng spits back because what kind of excuse is that even. “What are your excuses for those times, huh?”

“I’m going to die young, Wanyin,” Nie Mingjue says and suddenly he sounds tired. “Either I die in two days, or in two years at best, but it’s going to be young. And I wasn’t about to do that to any soulmate. I’m not about to do that to you.”

That confession leaves Jiang Cheng speechless for a moment, before he manages to hold on to his anger again.

“So you just thought you’d fuck me once and be done with it?” he hisses and he can see how Nie Mingjue flinches at his words.

It feels like a very hollow victory.

“I just thought—I thought I could have this, at least for one night. Know how it felt like to be with someone that was intended for me,” Nie Mingjue whispers and he’s still not meeting Jiang Cheng’s eyes.

“You could have had it earlier. You can have it after we kill Wen Ruohan, too,” Jiang Cheng tries, because he doesn’t quite understand why Nie Mingjue is so pessimistic about everything.

Jiang Cheng is the one who already lost everything, and even he has more hope than Nie Mingjue it seems.

“I’m not sure—the assault in two days—” Nie Mingjue starts, but he trails off with a shrug. “There’s so much that can go wrong.”

“Then don’t lead it,” Jiang Cheng immediately says, but of course Nie Mingjue only laughs at that suggestion.

“You think I really could just send our people to die, while I stay behind? While I stay safe? Maybe we’re not made for each other, after all,” Nie Mingjue tells him and Jiang Cheng grinds his teeth together.

“Don’t you dare,” Jiang Cheng hisses, because how dare Nie Mingjue try to turn it around like this. “The intel we got from Lan Xichen’s spy was good so far, wasn’t it? What makes you think this one will be different?”

“It’s too good,” Nie Mingjue says with a sigh. “Something is bound to go wrong sooner or later and with our luck it’s sooner. All it needs is one missed troupe movement; one wrong time and we’re all done for.”

“You really don’t think you’re going to survive that mission,” Jiang Cheng whispers, because he can hear the quiet acceptance in Nie Mingjue’s voice.

“It doesn’t matter if I do or not, Wanyin. That’s not the point.”

“Then what is the point, Mingjue? Please do enlighten me, because so far it doesn’t make that much sense to me.”

“I’m going to die young. It doesn’t matter if it happens at Wen Ruohan’s hands or if I succumb to a qi deviation, but I probably don’t have more than two to three years left. You really think I want you to suffer through that?”

“What do you mean, qi deviation? You seem perfectly healthy.”

“It’s a family thing,” Nie Mingjue tiredly says and scrubs a hand over his face. “My father died of one as did his father before. As will I.”

“I thought Wen Ruohan killed your father,” Jiang Cheng gives back and he shrugs awkwardly when Nie Mingjue stares in surprise at him. “What? I was the Sect heir, even back then. I did listen to politics and I heard you loud and clear.”

“Well, then you heard more than the other Sects did,” Nie Mingjue says with a bitter smile, but then he sighs. “It’s part of our cultivational style,” he then admits but Jiang Cheng won’t have it.

“No. I’m not going to let that happen. You can’t use that as an excuse, because I will find a way to prevent that.”

“And how are you going to do what my father and his father and his father couldn’t, huh?” Nie Mingjue wants to know, but he slightly turned towards Jiang Cheng, which gives him more hope than it probably should.

“Dual cultivation, for one,” Jiang Cheng says. “Your father’s wives were already dead when it happened, right? That could help. That could give you time.”

“It’s not a permanent solution,” Nie Mingjue warns him and Jiang Cheng stubbornly shakes his head.

“But it will give me enough time to figure something else out. Our Clarity Bells are not called like that for nothing,” Jiang Cheng admits, his eyes falling to the bell fastened to his belt. “We don’t make a big deal out of it, but we Jiangs are pretty good healers.”

“Wanyin,” Nie Mingjue lowly says and Jiang Cheng can tell that he still wants to tell him no.

“One good reason, Mingjue. Give me one good reason why not, especially now that I know. Something apart from your qi deviations.”

“The mission in two days,” Nie Mingjue immediately gives back. “I don’t have a good feeling about it and it’s more than likely that we both won’t survive the war at all.”

“So you just make sure you survive the mission and then we can give this a try, is that what you’re saying.”

“Wanyin,” Nie Mingjue starts but Jiang Cheng shakes his head.

“No, tell me,” he begs, because he needs to know if there are other reasons for Nie Mingjue to hold back all this time. “It’s—if you have a problem with me, just tell me that and we can move on, but don’t use these excuses.”

“Why would I have a problem with you?” Nie Mingjue asks and he seems honestly taken off guard by that. “Did you already forget what we just did? Why would I do that if I want nothing to do with you?”

“I don’t know, Mingjue, I’m not the one who willingly stayed away from my soulmate since he was four,” Jiang Cheng bitterly shoots back and Nie Mingjue’s entire face softens.

“Wanyin,” he breathes out and then he offers his hand to Jiang Cheng. “Wanyin, come here,” he cajoles him and Jiang Cheng is helpless but to go to him.

He slides their hands together and when Nie Mingjue tugs him onto the bed, Jiang Cheng snuggles into his side. He can feel that Nie Mingjue is still reluctant, but in the end he puts his arm around Jiang Cheng.

“My father didn’t make a secret out of my fate,” Nie Mingjue admits. “By the time you wrote me that very first time, I already knew I wouldn’t live past 25.”

“It won’t happen,” Jiang Cheng says again, because maybe if he just says it often enough he can will it to become true.

“Maybe,” Nie Mingjue amends and presses a kiss to Jiang Cheng’s head. “But back then—I just didn’t want to do that to you. And then you told me your name and suddenly I had a face to go with my soulmate and it honestly just made things so much more difficult. Huaisang kept me updated on you and Xichen couldn’t stop talking about how Lan Qiren likes you and I knew I could only make you unhappy, so I stayed away.”

Nie Mingjue takes a deep breath.

“And then you lost your family, your Sect; even your brother for a while. I wasn’t going to add to that misery.”

“That’s very nice of you,” Jiang Cheng says, and he is honestly a bit choked up, but he will still not allow this. “But I refuse to be coddled. Yes, I already lost everything; I’m not about to lose you, too.”

“This is not something you can out-stubborn,” Nie Mingjue tries, and Jiang Cheng doesn’t understand why he still simply won’t accept that he’s settled with Jiang Cheng now.

“Did you see the people I brought to this fight? I out-stubborned the destruction of my Sect, your health problem is nothing to me,” he says, much more confident than he really feels, but he’s sure if Nie Mingjue would just give them a chance, they can figure something out.

“God, I adore you so,” Nie Mingjue whispers and presses a kiss to Jiang Cheng’s head.

“Then finally accept that I’m your soulmate and that I’m here to stay,” Jiang Cheng bites out, furiously trying to keep the blush off his face, but of course he’s failing.

“After the mission,” Nie Mingjue amends. “After the war. If we survive this—then we can try.”

Jiang Cheng is not happy with that, not at all, but it’s better than anything else he got so far, and so he’ll take it.

“Okay.”

“But promise me that if I don’t make it back that you’ll watch out for everyone. They will need a new leader and Xichen isn’t cut out for this,” Nie Mingjue says.

“Fine,” Jiang Cheng gets out, trying to keep his tears back, because Nie Mingjue is already so convinced that he won’t survive this, it’s almost like he’s already dead. “But Wen Ruohan doesn’t get to kill you, too.”

“Okay,” Nie Mingjue soothingly whispers and while Jiang Cheng is aware that there’s still a lot to talk about, he doesn’t resist when Nie Mingjue pulls him down with him again.

They can talk after the war.

~*~*~

Jiang Cheng is just shy of nineteen when he hears that Nie Mingjue and his people have been caught; the mission was a trap, just like Nie Mingjue feared and now he’s in Wen Ruohan’s hands.

When Jiang Cheng brings a brush with shaking hands to his skin, it almost feels familiar, but in the last second he thinks better of it. He can’t let Wen Ruohan know that Nie Mingjue has a soulmate; the man is already sadistic enough. Who knows what he will come up with to torture Nie Mingjue.

So Jiang Cheng can do nothing more but to trace shapes into his skin over and over again, hoping that Nie Mingjue can feel him.

Apart from that, Jiang Cheng can only fight.

~*~*~

Jiang Cheng is just shy of nineteen when Meng Yao stabs Wen Ruohan and just like that the war is won.

Jiang Cheng doesn’t bother to celebrate with the other’s just yet; he needs to find his soulmate first, before he can get to that.

He makes his way into the palace, letting his instincts guide him deeper and deeper inside, until he finally finds the throne room.

Nie Mingjue is there, laid out on the floor, and for a split second Jiang Cheng is afraid that he’s too late; that all of Nie Mingjue’s dark premonitions were true and that this is it for them.

“Mingjue,” he yells, running up to Nie Mingjue and skidding to a stop on his knees right by his side.

He’s almost afraid to touch him, to feel his cold skin, but then Nie Mingjue’s eyelids flutter and Jiang Cheng could sob with relief.

“Mingjue,” he whispers again and pulls Nie Mingjue up, so that he’s laying in his lap.

“Don’t trust him,” Nie Mingjue mutters, turning towards Jiang Cheng. “Meng Yao. Don’t trust him.”

“Okay,” Jiang Cheng immediately promises him, and if this is important enough for Nie Mingjue to tell him in this state, then he will heed his warning. “I got you now, don’t worry.”

“Didn’t die,” Nie Mingjue says with a small smile, even though Jiang Cheng can tell that he must be in agonizing pain, judging by the wounds all over him.

“No, you didn’t,” Jiang Cheng breathes out and he thanks all the gods for that, as he leans down to press a kiss to Nie Mingjue’s forehead.

“You get your chance, then,” Nie Mingjue says and raises a hand to cup Jiang Cheng’s face. “I didn’t die, so you get to find a way to keep me alive.”

“Done,” Jiang Cheng promises him and covers Nie Mingjue’s hand with his own. “We’ll figure it out.”

~*~*~

Jiang Cheng is nineteen when his brother-in-law, his sister and his brother die in quick succession.

He wants to crumble with his grief, but the baby in his arms relies on him to stand and it’s not like Nie Mingjue would let him fall, either.

~*~*~

Jiang Cheng is twenty-one when he marries Nie Mingjue, and despite how close his grief still is, it’s the happiest day of his life.

~*~*~

Jiang Cheng is twenty-three when Nie Mingjue starts to suffer qi deviations. While Jiang Cheng hates to see his husband suffer like that, it finally gives him the opportunity to see what the Clarity Bell can do for him, and from then on it’s almost easy for him to figure out how to make it have a permanent effect on Nie Mingjue.

~*~*~

Jiang Cheng is twenty-six when he and Nie Mingjue adopt a little sister for Jin Ling and when Jiang Cheng looks at the tiny four-year-old held securely in Nie Mingjue’s arms, who’s beaming with happiness, Jiang Cheng wonders what’s in store for her life.

It’s not like he could have ever imagined to end up this happy when he was four and he hopes his daughter will have the same happiness waiting for her.

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arcanadreams · 3 years

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Hi If it’s not a bother could you write a hc for the new dateables as hozier songs?? Loved the one you wrote for the brothers

(´∀｀)♡ I'm so very happy to hear you liked those. Sure thing, anon!! I'd love to do the dateables!! Fair warning though that I've never written anything for them before soooo let's hope this goes well LMAO

Diavolo - From Eden

Diavolo is far more tragic a figure than anyone in the Devildom knows. The second his mother died giving birth to him, his innocence died screaming while his father held his small body in his arms. All he knew from that point was harshness from the king, who wanted a son that would grow to a strong ruler. He never knew the joys of childish idealism, of discovering his own passions. He was too busy sitting on his father's throne.

But then you came along and yanked him right off the pedestal his father had erected. He expected a rough landing, but instead it was smooth. Your arms were waiting.

When Diavolo looks at you, he sees something familiar, like his mirror years ago, reflecting back a part of himself he thought his father had defeated. His mischievous streak had definitely returned after his father fell into slumber, after all the exchange program is something his father would never have agreed to. But he still didn't quite feel like all of himself was within reach until you were at his side.

Sometimes he, the future king of the Devildom, looks at you and wonders what he did to deserve you. He is a beast that slithered from the depths of Hell, what right does he have to be at your side? At the side of someone who carries such a light with them wherever they go? At the side of someone who makes him feel that maybe his birthright isn't a curse...not if you're there to carry the burden with him.

The lyrics I think resonate with him the most:

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door Babe, there's something wretched about this Something so precious about this Where to begin Babe, there's something broken about this But I might be hoping about this. Oh, what a sin

Barbatos - Wasteland, Baby!

In his visions, Barbatos has seen just about everything yet to come, seen a fire ending the world, the death of the sun, and yet he still did not anticipate the impact you would have on him. He couldn't have, he believes in retrospect. Not when the first smile you directed at him looked so much better than it had when he foresaw it previously.

After that smile, for the first time in his life, Barbatos did not want to see the future. He did not want to see the outcome to your story. He didn't want to have to witness your shattered body bleeding out onto the cobblestone streets of the Devildom, is what he told himself. But, in truth, he did not want to see you falling in love with someone else. And, even more than that, he did not want to see himself falling in love with you. Because then he would have to admit it. Have to admit that he was already in love with you.

Inevitably, he gave in to his curiosity and looked. He already had a feeling before it was confirmed, but it still made him smile bitterly to know; in every timeline you met, he would inevitably fall for you. But you wouldn't always fall for him, and that was okay. He just hoped you would in this one.

The lyrics I think resonate with him the most:

All the things yet to come are the things that have passed Like the holding of hands, like the breaking of glass Like the bonfire that burns That all words in the fight fell to Wasteland, baby I'm in love, I'm in love with you And I love too, that love soon might end Be known in its aching Shown in the shaking Lately of my wasteland, baby Be still, my indelible friend, you are unbreaking Though quaking, though crazy That's just wasteland, baby And that day that we'll watch the death of the sun To the cloud and the cold and those jeans you have on And you'll gaze unafraid as they sob from the city roofs Wasteland, baby I'm in love, I'm in love with you

Simeon - Talk

Loving someone isn't a sin. No, loving someone isn't a sin. It never has been. But, Simeon is fairly sure that wanting someone the way he wants you is one. Wanting someone as unceasingly, as irrevocably, as he wants you, must be one.

Simeon is an angel; he is supposed to be the embodiment of immediate forgiveness, of hope, of purity...and yet he finds himself breaking all his rules when it comes to you. He cannot forgive Belphegor for almost taking you from him. He came to the Devildom hoping to help the exchange program go smoothly, but now all he can focus on is his dreadful need for you. And he may talk refined, but there is no purity in the way he imagines you.

You once told him that true love was a lost myth to humans; a fairy tale. But he knows it isn't when he looks at you. His every glance, every brush of the fingertips, every kiss to your eyelids is his attempt to show you that. He knows what you have is true love. The human world myths all had to have a basis somewhere; he doesn't mind being relegated to a fairy tale if it means he gets to have you.

The lyrics I think resonate with him the most:

I'd be the dreadful need in the devotee That made him turn around Hey yeah And I'd be the immediate forgiveness In Eurydice Imagine being loved by me I won't deny I've got in my mind now All the things I would do So I try to talk refined For fear that you find out How I'm imagining you I'd be the last shred of truth In the lost myth of true love

Solomon - Work Song

It took a long time for Solomon to begin to fall for you. You were both off having your own adventures in the Devildom, after all. But it seems after you wrangled all the brothers in that you managed to ensnare him as well, and now he understands just why they all adore you.

He used to worry that you wouldn't, couldn't, want him. He was an immortal sorcerer; he'd given up his humanity a long time ago. Wasn't that disgusting to other humans? Wouldn't that disgust you? But he learned very quickly that you would never fret none about what his hands and his body had done before you met. You never once asked him about the wrong he had done in him life previously. Not unless he deigned to tell you on a dark night of his regrets. Even when he admitted atrocities to you, you kissed him so soft and sweet.

Solomon knows now that even the grave will not separate you from each other. You may not be immortal, but he is; no grave could hold his body. No grave could keep him from you. And, should you allow it, he intends to give you the option to stay with him endlessly.

#ahhh thank you for indulging my hozier love more anon LOL #posts #my writing #requests #obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me x reader #diavolo #barbatos #simeon #solomon

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asthmark · 3 years

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❝ chemistry ❞ o.st

synopsis → osaki shotaro moving to town means trips to the dance studio, boba dates, and the perpetual teasing of lee donghyuck.

pairing → shotaro, reader

requested? → yes! based off @onlyjihoons’s shipping game answer ♡

word count → 5.5k (this was supposed to be 1k.... goodbye.)

a/n → i enjoy writing texting scenes WAY too much ;; tbh this is like 50% texts im cryign but i had to convey how much i love 00 line .... and also how firmly i believe in lee donghyuck devil supremacy. as always, feedback is greatly appreciated and enjoy!

if someone were to ask you how you felt about your friends, you would without any hesitation, answer that you loved them to death. of course, if you were being completely honest, you would also have to add that you experienced the urge to strangle them from time to time. that might earn you a couple odd stares but you’re sure people would be more understanding if they knew who was in your inner circle to begin with.

for starters, there was lee jeno — tall, handsome, and the textbook definition of a gentleman. then, na jaemin, who you would consider to be the yin to jeno’s yang. an extremely energetic guy and, in your book, a total freak of nature ever since you found out that he inhales four shots of espresso on the daily. liu yangyang was a more recent addition to your group but, being as quick-witted as he was, he quickly fit right in. he also had a habit of going on somewhat aggressive rants in german which renjun found to be extremely amusing. speaking of, huang renjun was another one of your close friends — the shortest of the group, actually. (and, much to renjun’s dismay, that’s exactly how donghyuck liked to introduce him to people.) he was the type of guy you could trust to keep everyone in check which consequently made you mildly terrified of him.

however, it could never compare to the perpetual fear you have of lee donghyuck.

of course, you love him to pieces but sometimes you really wish he didn’t find so much joy in, well, making everyone miserable. you couldn’t deny it was funny to watch him tease and taunt your other friends. you still remember him purposefully messing up renjun’s game at the local arcade just when he was about to reach his high score — and also the way renjun had tackled him to the floor right then and there, resulting in the six of you being banned from the place. or, that time he offered to pay for everyone’s starbucks orders only to tell the barista that jaemin’s name was ben dover. (to no one’s surprise, yangyang had found that joke particularly hilarious.) you can also clearly recall how hard you had laughed in both of those situations.

but, donghyuck never let anyone laugh for too long.

according to him it was ’only fair’ to make sure each of his friends was at the receiving end of his gags. so, despite laughing at his latest victim’s expense, each of you knew that donghyuck would make sure you were in the same position sooner or later.

you definitely weren’t expecting it to be your turn one dull friday evening.

things are going slow for you as you sit at your desk, typing away on your laptop. school has been out for hours and your professors have decided to be saints and leave you little homework for the weekend. beside you, your phone dings, alerting you of the new text message in your group chat.

[4:23 pm] hyuck: i’m bored ��

[4:23 pm] you: plz never use that emoji again

[4:24 pm] nana: it’s misleading dude

[4:25 pm] yangx2: yeah like when have u ever made a face that isn’t this 😈

[4:25 pm] renjun: donghyuck is the devil = confirmed

[4:25 pm] nana: CALLED IT

[4:26 pm] hyuck: u guys are literally so evil

jeno laughed at “u guys are literally so evil”

[4:27 pm] jeno: look who’s talking lol

[4:27 pm] you: dangg u know it’s bad when lee jeno disses u

[4:28 pm] jeno: ...ngl it kinda feels like ur shading me rn

[4:28 pm] you: u would be correct :)

[4:29 pm] hyuck: um HELLO can u guys go back to paying attention to me???

[4:29 pm] renjun: what do u want, diva?

[4:29 pm] hyuck: i just wanna spend some quality time with my best friends ;(

renjun disliked “i just wanna spend some quality time with my best friends ;(”

yangx2 disliked “i just wanna spend some quality time with my best friends ;(”

you disliked “i just wanna spend some quality time with my best friends ;(”

nana disliked “i just wanna spend some quality time with my best friends ;(”

jeno disliked “i just wanna spend some quality time with my best friends ;(”

[4:30 pm] hyuck: OH COME ON

[4:30 pm] yangx2: i think what u meant to say is that u wanna make one of us very miserable today, right?

[4:30 pm] hyuck: .....no comment

nana renamed the group chat “hyuck hate club”

[4:31 pm] hyuck: ok i’m honestly feeling so attacked right now

[4:31 pm] jeno: well now u know what it’s like to be friends with u

[4:31 pm] you: so true king omg ur on a roll

[4:32 pm] hyuck: hmm okay so either jeno or y/n is gonna be today’s target, got it

[4:32 pm] hyuck: anyway can u guys come down to the dance studio now??

[4:32 pm] you: what makes u think i would go anywhere near u when i know ur plotting ur revenge on me as we speak

[4:32 pm] hyuck: because maybe i’ll have mercy on u and just terrorize jeno instead

[4:33 pm] you: good enough for me! thnx bestie, see u soon!!

[4:33 pm] jeno: HEY

nana laughed at “good enough for me! thnx bestie, see u soon!!”

[4:34 pm] yangx2: u literally cannot trust anyone in this friend group

[4:34 pm] renjun: ikr isn’t it great???

you might have been slightly out of your mind to willingly go see donghyuck knowing you had teased him in your group chat earlier. although, if there was a slight chance he would show you mercy if you did hang out with him, you were going to take it.

the studio was where you had first met donghyuck, along with the rest of your friends due to the dance classes you attended. after bumping into each in between classes and during practice, you began to get well acquainted. turns out, the six of you actually got along incredibly well and after a while, you began to share routines and tips, even choreographing together from time to time. obviously, this led to the infamous group chat being formed and lots of time spent outside the studio as well.

but, none of you had lost that love for dancing. in fact, forming your little clique had only made it grow. as you opened the front doors of the building you had made so many memories in, you wondered if donghyuck wanted your insight on a certain routine or needed some help choreographing. of course, there was also the possibility that he really was just bored and wanted you to suffer with him.

what you did not expect, however, was to see him caught up in conversation with another person. you couldn’t clearly see them with donghyuck in the way; all you knew for certain was that your best friend’s mouth was moving a mile a minute. you tentatively tiptoe into the room, hoping to not intrude on their discussion. but, at hearing the doors creak open, donghyuck puts his rant on pause to enthusiastically wave you over.

you sigh, putting your belongings down and approaching the pair. as you near, you notice that hyuck has a huge smile — no, smirk — on his face. you internally curse yourself for believing that he would ever pass up an opportunity to torment you, especially in front of a stranger.

“this is a very dear friend of mine,” you hear him introduce to his acquaintance. “her name is y/n. she dances, too.”

“oh, that’s really cool!”

the stranger’s unusually cheery tone prompts you to finally peek behind donghyuck and put a face to the voice.

and what a face he has.

“this is shotaro,” donghyuck informs you. “he’s new to town and quite the dancer. caught him in the middle of a routine.”

your knees almost wobble as you take in the stranger — shotaro’s — kind eyes that almost sparkle. (you aren’t sure if it’s because of the fluorescent lights of the studio or just part of his charm.) his lips are curved up into a friendly smile that makes you feel slightly giddy. his hair falls into his face almost perfectly, not a strand out of place and you’re uncertain as to how that’s even possible since, as donghyuck had said, he was dancing. not to mention, there’s not a bead of sweat on his face. did this guy come straight out of a disney movie or something?

“excuse her,” donghyuck chuckles. “good looking people tend to make her freeze up. don’t worry, this happened when she met me, too.”

you offer your friend a glare and an elbow to the side and you swear you hear shotaro chuckle. you turn to him instead, putting on a welcoming smile.

“my bad, i just—”

“got lost in his eyes?”

you pinch the bridge of your nose. “donghyuck, please don’t make me have to attack you in front of our guest.”

more giggles escape shotaro. (you swear it’s the prettiest thing you’ve ever heard.) you curiously tilt your head at him.

“sorry, it’s just that, you guys are too funny,” he admits with a sheepish smile.

you mirror his grin, slightly relieved he was amused instead of weirded out. “yeah, well, just wait ’til you meet the rest of us. it’s like a circus show, you’ll love it.”

“hello, clowns!”

“speak of the devil,” donghyuck murmurs, watching as yangyang and renjun enter, followed by jeno and jaemin.

“woah, who’s the cutie?” yangyang asks renjun, in what you presume he thinks is a whisper. however, yangyang has never spoken quietly a day in his life. renjun simply shrugs at his question.

having clearly heard the compliment, a faint blush creeps onto shotaro’s cheeks.

“guys, this is shotaro,” donghyuck answers, tugging the sandy blonde forward.

he gives a somewhat shy wave. “hi, y/n’s friends.”

jaemin erupts into laughter. “uh oh, looks like he likes y/n more than hyuck.”

“don’t blame him,” jeno mutters.

shotaro’s forehead creases, face suddenly twisted in worry. “oh, i’m sorry, was i not supposed to say that?”

“oh no, don’t worry,” donghyuck denies, quickly. “i’m sure y/n doesn’t mind at all, right?”

if you could crawl into a hole to avoid the embarrassment, you would. of course, donghyuck was 100% right; you really didn’t mind shotaro calling the group that if it meant you could hear him say your name over and over again. in fact, his sweet voice could probably make the dictionary sound like the most addictive song. but, donghyuck had no right putting you on the spot like that.

jeno suddenly speaks, catching on to your flustered state and donghyuck’s evil grin. “so, it’s y/n’s turn today? sweet, i’m off the hook!”

shotaro furrows his brows slightly. “huh?”

“oh, it’s just an inside joke,” jeno says, smile reaching all the way up to his eyes.

you wish you could strangle him right then and there for finding amusement at your expense but the last thing you want is for shotaro to think you’re some sort of psychopath. (although, with a friend group like this, you’re definitely beginning to think that’s where you’re headed.)

“got it,” shotaro responds, breaking out into a grin himself. “you guys seem like a really close bunch!”

“the closest,” donghyuck corrects, overly sweet, as he wraps an arm around you. (you resist the urge to shove him off.) “you’ll fit right in!”

you believed that the torture was over the day donghyuck introduced shotaro to your group. you would probably just see him from time to time and the studio (hopefully without hyuck around) and it would all be downhill from there, right? the latest notification on your phone alerts you that you are absolutely wrong.

hyuck has added one (1) user to the group chat

[1:05 pm] hyuck: welcome shotaro!!

[1:06 pm] unknown: oh hey guys! :]

the emoticon almost makes your heart beat right out of your chest. you roll your eyes in frustration at how easily affected you were by this guy. seriously, why did everything he do have to be so cute? regardless, you quickly add his number to your contacts.

[1:06 pm] hyuck: why don’t we do a little roll call so shotaro can save ur numbers to his phone

[1:07 pm] yangx2: YANGYANG

[1:07 pm] yangx2: HA I WAS FIRST

[1:07 pm] jeno: ...

[1:08 pm] jeno: anyway this is jeno :)

[1:08 pm] nana: jaemin present!

[1:08 pm] renjun: hi shotaro, this is renjun

[1:10 pm] shotaro: haha cool thanks a lot, i just saved all ur numbers!

[1:10 pm] shotaro: but quick question, is y/n in this group chat? :0

you almost drop your phone at reading shotaro’s message although you’re unsure why. he just typed your name, get it together, you urge yourself.

[1:11 pm] you: heyy shotaro! i’m right here :)

[1:11 pm] shotaro: oh yayy! i’m so glad ^^

hyuck disliked “oh yayy! i’m so glad ^^”

[1:12 pm] hyuck: shotaro plz return my love what does she have that i don’t T-T

[1:12 pm] nana: a heart

[1:12 pm] yangx2: a brain

[1:12 pm] jeno: a conscience

[1:12 pm] renjun: a functioning moral compass

[1:13 pm] hyuck: wtf

[1:13 pm] shotaro: ahahaha it’s like i’m watching a comedy

[1:14 pm] you: told u it’s a circus

[1:14 pm] you: i say get out while u still can

[1:14 pm] shotaro: whaatt and leave u behind? no way!

nana renamed the group chat “shotaro x y/n supremacists”

[1:15 pm] jeno: my thoughts exactly

[1:15 pm] renjun: took the words right out of my mouth

you cringe at your friends’ blunt behavior, praying shotaro didn’t find their antics to be too strange.

[1:16 pm] shotaro: 😳

[1:16 pm] nana: aww someone’s shy

[1:17 pm] renjun: he wouldn’t last a day in itzy

[1:17 pm] yangx2: HELPP

you shake your head, laughing silently to yourself as you mute the group chat and place your phone back down. although, moments later, you receive a direct message. you presume it’s one of the boys trying to rope you back into the chat but the moment you see the contact name, you’re forced to do a double take.

[1:21 pm] shotaro: i hope i’m not bothering u but i just wanted to make sure ur okay .. you kinda went quiet in the gc :>

[1:21 pm] shotaro: it’s shotaro from the dance studio btw!

you can’t help but find the fact that he seriously thought you wouldn’t remember him adorable. how could you ever forget a face like his?

[1:22 pm] you: that’s so kind! i’m okay, i promise. i’ve just had to put up with those dorks for way too long, sometimes i just ignore them haha

[1:22 pm] shotaro: lol yeah they do seem like a handful! but i look forward to getting to know them better!!

[1:23 pm] shotaro: and u too ofc~~

it takes all your willpower not to spam dozens of heart emojis in an attempt to show shotaro just how he has reduced you to a lovesick fool. instead, your response is short and sweet.

[1:23 pm] you: right back at u, taro! ♡

“okay, take five,” donghyuck pants, pausing the music blaring from the speakers.

you gladly obey, wiping away the light sweat you had worked up from the latest routine you and hyuck were constructing.

you both belonged to the same dance class and frequently paired together for partnered projects. the rest of your friends attended different classes, which you constantly joked was for the best since there was no way one dance instructor could possibly handle the six of you together.

“how do you feel?” donghyuck asks you, running a hand through his tousled hair.

“the choreo’s great, i’m proud of what we got so far,” you reply. “of course, i would be happier if i didn’t have to get so up close and personal with you.”

donghyuck scoffs at your joke. “i can’t do anything about that. the teacher said the whole concept of the routine is supposed to be is intimate.”

you fake a gag, failing to contain a laugh when hyuck playfully shoves you in offense.

“i’m sorry i can’t be shotaro,” he adds, a smirk forming on his lips.

you roll your eyes. “oh, very funny.”

“c’mon, you’re acting like you wouldn’t kill to have him as your partner, especially with choreo as spicy as this.”

“well, it would beat being paired with you,” you remark, picking up your water bottle and taking a swig.

“hm, then looks like today might be your lucky day,” donghyuck replies, eyes trained somewhere behind you.

you follow his gaze, nearly choking on your water as soon as you catch sight of shotaro entering the studio. he meets your eyes, plucking out his earbuds and offering you a small wave.

“oh, hey guys!” he exclaims, cheerfully.

“hey ’taro,” you greet, rather quickly, earning you a knowing glance from your partner.

“’taro?” hyuck repeats, amused, as he folds his arms over his chest. “you guys are already on cute nickname basis?”

shotaro giggles, eyes squinting adorably as he does so. “it is a pretty adorable nickname, right? she’s the only one who calls me that!”

your heart beats faster when you see how oddly excited that seems to make him. did he somehow find it endearing?

“seems like the two of you are becoming quite close, hm?” continues hyuck.

shotaro nods enthusiastically before glancing at you tentatively, as if to check for confirmation.

“yeah, you could say that.”

your agreement causes yet another smile to grace shotaro’s lips — this time he seems relieved. you briefly wonder if the kid ever stops flashing those pearly whites of his. you certainly hope so, or else your heart may never catch a break.

“well, since you’re comfortable enough with each other,” donghyuck begins, flashing you a grin.

you’re not even sure what he’s gonna say but you already feel the need to put an end to it. after all, nothing good has ever come of donghyuck’s mischievous grins. you subtly purse your lips and narrow your eyes in an attempt to get him to stop whatever chaos he’s planning to ensue.

nevertheless, he proceeds. “maybe you could help me out with this choreography?”

you want to facepalm at donghyuck’s lame excuse of a lie. however, on the other hand, shotaro’s face lights up in delight.

“you’re working on choreo? what for?” he inquires, curiously.

“for our dance class,” hyuck explains, motioning towards you. “i have a couple ideas so i was thinking you two could maybe try out some steps i’m planning to include. you know, to help me... visualize.”

“that sounds awesome,” shotaro responds, oblivious to your friend’s untruths. “i would love to help you guys out.”

“great!” donghyuck claps his hands together. “just a heads up, the theme of the routine is intimacy, so i wanna see all that charm of yours, shotaro. it’ll, uh, help me choreograph.”

you cringe at the obvious fib. meanwhile, it’s as if a switch has gone off in shotaro’s mind. his smile fades and his eyebrows knit together. “hold on, i-intimacy? does that mean—”

“that you’ll have to get a bit touchy-feely with her? yeah,” donghyuck interjects, innocently.

“y’know... i’ve really been wanting to dance with her.” he faces you, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. “just never thought it would be like this.”

you offer him an apologetic smile. “i know, it might be a bit... uncomfortable. you can back out if you’d like. i promise hyuck and i won’t mind.”

shotaro’s head shakes, vigorously. “no, of course not!” he must realize how quick he was to deny your offer, making him suspiciously eager to be close to you as he immediately adds, “i mean, it’s good practice.”

you suppress a giggle. “sure thing. hyuck, should we get started now?”

the boy in question dramatically picks at his nails, acting as if he had been waiting on you both for hours. “if you guys are done flirting, then, yeah.”

you roll your eyes, shooting shotaro a mildly annoyed stare. he grins, finding it to be equally amusing as it is endearing. (what can he say, the faint pout that appeared on your face was cute.)

“shotaro, how about you get in position right behind her.”

shotaro obeys, making sure to leave a significant amount of space between the two of you. however, donghyuck doesn’t seem to approve.

“closer!” he commands. “the concept is intimacy, not social distancing!”

shotaro shuffles forward, pressing his front into your back. you can’t help but notice how firmly toned his chest is. curse his dancers body, you think.

“okay, now, lemme see your hands on her waist!”

you feel the breath of shotaro’s shaky exhale on the back of your neck as he obeys, sliding apprehensive hands around your midsection. there’s silence on donghyuck’s end and through the mirror you watch him observe the two of you, no doubt acting way more pensive than he truly is. you know he’s just prolonging your flustered state by keeping you in this intimate position with the younger boy.

although, shotaro himself might know it too, considering the fact that he begins to rub comforting circles into your sides that he’s currently gripping, as per donghyuck’s request, in an attempt to calm you down. you nearly melt right then and there. at the same time, you hope he doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon.

donghyuck calls out your name, successfully startling you and putting an end to the peaceful atmosphere. “why don’t you go ahead and lean on his shoulder. just lay your head back nice and easy— good, very good! look at that chemistry!”

if you’re being sincere, reclining on shotaro feels way more natural and enjoyable than it should. he steadily holds you in place, almost as if he secretly wishes to never let go. you wouldn’t be completely opposed to the idea either.

“alright, last thing, guys! y/n, how about you hook your arm around shotaro’s neck?”

you do so, fingers brushing softly against his jaw. he shivers beneath your touch, erupting into giggles when you shoot him an odd stare.

“i’m ticklish,” he confesses, in a whisper.

you can’t help but smile widely. “is that so? hm, i might have to exploit that information sooner or later.”

“as long as donghyuck doesn’t find out,” he replies.

his comment certainly gets a chuckle out of you. “did you finally realize how evil he is?”

“if the torture he’s putting you through right now is anything to go by, then absolutely.”

“only a matter of time before it’s your turn,” you reply. you lean into his ear to add, “by the way, this is anything but torture for me.”

“hey! no whispering!” donghyuck reprimands.

for the first time, shotaro goes against the older boy’s orders to whisper back, “it’s mutual. if anything, i think this is the best thing i’ve done since i moved here.”

your heart melts at the sincere admission. you stare at shotaro in what you’re sure is a very obvious case of heart eyes. you’re taken aback to find that he, too, returns the lovesick look. perhaps he was immersing himself a bit too much in the intimacy concept...

“stop! pause! cut!”

you and shotaro (reluctantly) untangle yourselves from each other to face a seemingly unhappy donghyuck.

“can you guys please just focus on my instructions without falling in love with each other?” he pleads. “i mean, you haven’t even gotten out of the starting position yet.” he groans, exasperated. “actually, you know what, just take five.”

[2:03 pm] hyuck: good morning

[2:03 pm] nana: it’s 2 o clock in the afternoon but ok

[2:03 pm] hyuck: i just woke up, therefore it’s morning

[2:03 pm] shotaro: good morning :3 did u sleep well?

[2:04 pm] hyuck: i slept a wonderful 27 hours, thnx for asking!

[2:04 pm] yangx2: ?????? THERES NOT EVEN 27 HOURS IN A DAY IM SCREAMING

[2:04 pm] you: LOLLL WHY WAS HE HIBERNATING

[2:05 pm] renjun: i was just gonna ignore him but i am genuinely concerned now

[2:05 pm] shotaro: woww,, well at least you’re well rested now! :]

[2:04 pm] nana: shotaro, i am begging u not to encourage him

[2:04 pm] you: all it takes is one (1) supportive person and he becomes an unstoppable force of evil

[2:04 pm] shotaro: o_0

[2:05 pm] jeno: besides ur like the only other person here with common sense besides myself and maybe renjun. i can’t lose u to donghyuck :(

[2:05 pm] renjun: ykw i’m not even gonna argue with that

[2:05 pm] yangx2: yeah shotaro is a good guy™

[2:06 pm] hyuck: i hate u guys and ur goldfish attention spans

[2:06 pm] you: sigh what do you need hyuck?

[2:06 pm] hyuck: i want boba :(

[2:07 pm] you: that actually sounds really good but idk if it’s worth being around u

[2:07 pm] hyuck: i’ll pretend like u didn’t just say that <3 what if i paid?

[2:07 pm] you: ....

[2:08 pm] yangx2: LMAO HYUCK BEING NICE IS SUSPICIOUS BEHAVIOR

[2:08 pm] renjun: ikr it’s making me super uncomfortable rn

[2:08 pm] hyuck: can’t i do something nice for my friends? :/

[2:08 pm] jeno: no

[2:09 pm] nana: nope

[2:09 pm] yangx2: nah

[2:09 pm] renjun: absolutely not

[2:09 pm] you: never seen it happen before so no

[2:10 pm] hyuck: u guys are so fake :( shotaro do u wanna hang out with me? if u say no i’ll scream :)

[2:11 pm] shotaro: yeah i guess i could :]

[2:11 pm] renjun: oh this just got interesting.. i guess i could tag along

[2:11 pm] yangx2: me too, i gotta be there to record whatever happens

[2:12 pm] nana: i’m in

[2:12 pm] jeno: same

[2:12 pm] you: hhhhh okay fine.. only to ensure taro’s safety

[2:13 pm] shotaro: (^з^)-︎♡

due to the fact that you believed donghyuck was going to try and officially initiate shotaro into your friend group with one of his infamous pranks, you decided to head to the boba shop. you hoped that if you showed up, you would be able to prevent whatever mayhem he had planned or at the very least, provide some damage control.

you pushed open the door to the quaint building, the bell dinging to announce your arrival. your eyes immediately lock onto the table in the far back since it was where you and your friends always sat — you had practically claimed it. you expect to see all the chairs filled but, to your surprise, only one person occupies the space.

osaki shotaro.

he beams, probably relieved to finally have some company in the otherwise empty shop. (after all, you weren’t sure how long he had been sitting there all alone.) nevertheless, you allow yourself to wonder — just for a second — if maybe he was just that ecstatic to see you. the way he enthusiastically waves you over seems to be in favor of that theory. it’s almost confirmed when you reach he table and he pats the chair beside him.

you let out a soft laugh. “the whole table’s empty, ‘taro.”

“i know,” he admits. “i just really want you to sit next to me.”

you swear you could break down in tears simply from the way he’s looking at you; like you’re all he needs. it’s pure adoration. you wonder if that’s how you look at him too. you can’t help but ask yourself if he, too, notices your longing stares.

you decide that you would be a monster if you denied shotaro his wish, so, you internally prepare yourself to sit next to possibly the sweetest boy you’ve ever known. yet, that proves to be difficult as said boy stands up to pull out your chair like the gentleman he is. you shoot him a grateful smile, mentally dethroning jeno as the most well-mannered person you know and passing the crown on to shotaro.

“so, how long have you been waiting for?” you ask, resting your elbow on the table and leaning into your palm to stare attentively at the boy to your right.

“actually, i only got here a couple minutes before you. we did agree to meet up here a quarter before three, right?” he asks, slightly confused.

you nod in confirmation. “honestly, i think we got set up.”

shotaro tilts his head. “really? why would they do that?”

“might have something to do with our ‘chemistry’,” you explain, quoting donghyuck.

the japanese boy’s mouth falls agape, as he comes to the realization. “oh, so they literally set us up.”

“mhm,” you agree, smiling ever so slightly.

shotaro must be paying closer attention than you thought because he picks up on your grin. “what’s with the smile?”

you shrug, feigning uncertainty. “i guess i just don’t feel so bad about being set up if it’s with a certain cutie i know.”

“oh?” he raises a brow, cheeks growing as he too mirrors your lovestruck look. “should i be worried about this guy?”

“certainly not,” you reassure him. “i’ve only got eyes for one.”

you see a faded tint of pink rush to his cheeks and you find it adorable how your confession flusters him. you can’t help but caress the supple skin as gently as possible. shotaro leans into your touch, his own hand coming up to cup your own, almost as if he were holding you in place. after a couple moments of basking in the intimate moment, you retract your hand.

“maybe we should try and get hyuck to include that in the choreo, huh?” you suggest, a teasing smile on your lips.

shotaro chuckles, “sounds good to me. i might even ask if i can fill his position, too. if not, i just might get jealous.”

you playfully shove him and he raises his hands in surrender. you chuckle, grabbing one of the menus that litter the table, planning to offer shotaro some help choosing an item from the list that is surely unfamiliar to him but it seems something outside the window behind you has caught his focus instead.

“looks like we have an audience.”

you take a deep breath at his words, preparing yourself for whatever it is you’re going to see upon turning around. when you finally do, all you manage to catch is five heads ducking beneath the windowsill, in a weak attempt to not get caught.

“of course,” you nearly laugh. “they’re so predictable.”

shotaro seems to find the situation humorous as well, if his amused tone is anything to go by. “to be honest, we should be thanking them. they got us together.”

“oh, so we’re together now?” you inquire, raising a brow.

“w-well, i mean, if you want to. i-i definitely want to.”

“no need for stuttering,” you reassure him, reaching over to stroke that one ticklish spot on his neck. “to quote a very wise — and handsome — young man, ‘it’s mutual.’”

he smiles at his own words being recited to him. “i don’t know about you, but i think we should seal the deal.”

“interesting. how do you suppose we do that?” you ask with faux curiosity. you certainly had some ideas of your own.

“maybe... a kiss?” shotaro leans forward, eyes closed expectantly as he taps his cheek. you resist the urge to pinch his lovely, round baby cheeks. he peeks one eye open to add, “for the audience, of course.”

you giggle, completely and utterly love-struck by the boy before you. in fact, you are so enamored by him that you decide to go the extra mile and press a sweet, chaste peck to his lips.

it seems as if he himself didn’t expect it as his eyes snap open, hand coming up to cup his lips in shock. when he finally uncovers his mouth, you see there’s a dazed, giddy grin on his face that let’s you know the smooch was very welcome pleasant surprise.

your phones simultaneously go off, alerting you of incoming messages. it’s a given that it’s none other than the group chat.

[3:15 pm] nana: that smooch was romcom worthy i’m so impressed right now

[3:15 pm] jeno: shotaro is living proof that being a gentleman has its perks! everyone in this gc should take notes!

[3:15 pm] yangx2: HERE IHAVE THE VDIEO OF THE WHOELE THIGN IF ANYOEN WANTS IT

[3:16 pm] yangx2: attachment: 1 video

[3:16 pm] yangx2: SORURY FOR THE TYPSO MY TEARS ARE BLURRIGN THE KYEBIOARD

[3:16 pm] renjun: can we get boba now?

[3:16 pm] renjun: oh wait my bad, congrats to the new couple :-)

[3:16 pm] renjun: to celebrate they should pay for everyone’s drinks.. just a thought

[3:17 pm] hyuck: ur welcome, y/n and shotaro ;)

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