#i mean. i have an idea of why but. still. not cool...

[sweetcalebb]

hii I love ur work bookie!!

brat tamer caleb nsfw? looks around nervously ..

Brat tamer Caleb ! ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

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a/n: hi bookie!! LOL no need to be nervous 😏 thank u so much!! that seriously means so much to me ‹33 hope this was okay. i can totally see caleb being a brat tamer, but only if u wanted him to be bc that man is DOWN BADD. like otherwise he would totally give in.

as always, DM me, comment, or send another ask if u wanted something else! i won't get butthurt. if anything i just get an excuse to write caleb more

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Everything was completely fine. You were completely fine.

Until Caleb rolled his sleeves to his elbows and leaned back in his chair like he didn't know exactly what that would do to you.

Maybe you were a little desperate, but that wasn't news. You were always desperate for Caleb.

You shifted closer, brushing up against his side like it was just some innocent gesture. "Calebbb."

Caleb grinned, leaning down to hear you over the clinking glass and passing conversations. "Pipsqueaakk."

You pursed your lips and batted your eyelashes. It was an overused look, but one that always won Caleb over—he claimed it was "too pretty to resist."

"Aren't you a little bored?" You trailed your heel up his shin under the table, the touch drawing out a small chuckle. He knew that move. Knew that look.

"Mm.. maybe a little," he admitted. "But it'd be rude to leave a dinner you're supposed to have with your friends."

You frowned, leaning in even closer. Who cared about modesty anymore? Caleb looked too damn good to not be bending you over the table right now.

Alright. Down, girl.

"C'mon." You nudged him lightly. "We can just say a quick goodbye and be done."

But he still wasn't budging. If anything, he was liking this, letting an amused little grin tugging at his lips.

You chewed your cheek. What an ass.

"Please?" You brushed your lips against his ear, the gesture innocent enough to pass off as nothing. "I need you."

Caleb watched as you sat back. Oh, you were going all out.

The thought made him laugh. He loved you like this. Loved how desperate you were to be put you in your place. "You're being naughty tonight."

You sucked your lip between your teeth, shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

"I'm sorry, Pips," he huffed, shaking his head and taking a small sip of his drink, "but I think you can wait a little."

"Caleb—"

"You really wanna act all needy in front of your friends?" Caleb mused, casting you a sideways glance. Any protests you had left instantly melted away. It was hard to think when Caleb looked at you like that—all smug and sharp like he already had you exactly where he wanted.

"Just sit pretty. You'll get what you want in a little."

You huffed.

Just sit pretty?

No. No, absolutely not. Caleb had never resisted that look. Why the hell was he starting now, when you needed him so badly it hurt?

You crossed your arms and sat back in your seat, your eyes darting over your friends who all looked completely unbothered—laughing, drinking, eating.

God.

They had no idea that Caleb had just denied you.

And that you were going to make him pay.

The rest of the night you teased him.

You trailed your fingers up his thigh, flashing him an innocent smile when his eyes darted towards you. Sharp. Suspicious.

You didn't stop though. Instead, you brought your hand higher, stopping dangerously close to his groin. And when he didn't even flinch, you went higher. His hitched little breath was your cue to pull back.

Two could play this game.

You pulled your dress a little too low to expose more skin. You brushed your ankle against his more suggestively. You texted him the filthy things and watched as he read them, then spread his thighs subtly and shifted in his seat.

You were getting to him.

Deny as he might.

But he never broke. No. Caleb was too cool for that. He could give your leg a warning little squeeze and murmur dirty promises in your ear, but he didn't break.

Not even on the car ride home.

You sat there, elbow resting on the window and legs squeezed together.

"Tired?"

You blinked, glancing over at Caleb. He wasn't looking at you. Not then, anyway. But you saw it, heard it—the little upward curl of his lips and mocking lilt in his voice.

You sucked in your cheek. "Mmn. No, I'm feeling great. Actually," you shifted, squeezing your legs together a little tighter, "I think I'll help myself when I get home."

Caleb tensed slightly, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. "Play nice, Pips."

"I am playing nice," you hummed, turning your gaze back out the window.

Caleb let out a disbelieving laugh. You were annoyingly stubborn and he loved that. You gave him the perfect challenge. The perfect chase.

"Maybe I shouldn't."

Caleb's eyes darted toward you again. "What do you mean?"

You met his gaze again, lips soft and sweet, curled into the cute smile that told him you were up to.

"I'm just so—" you sighed, arching your back off the seat. Not too dramatic. Just enough to look real. "I'm so pent up. I don't know if I can wait 'till we get home."

Caleb scoffed. "You wouldn't."

You shouldn't.

You knew what he'd do to you when you got home. How'd he'd put you back in your place and God, if that isn't what you were asking for all night.

"I would," you murmured, eyes glued to him as you pulled your dress up and bunched it around your stomach.

Caleb let out a stuttered breath. But he didn't speak. He couldn't. Because were you seriously about to get off in front of him? In his passenger seat? To taunt him?

The answer was a resounding yes when he heard the first, slick slide of your fingers over your swollen bundle of nerves.

And you just smiled, lazily rolling up into your touch. Caleb's eyes narrowed.

THAT was it.

You finally had him.

You could feel it.

Without warning, he swerved onto a different street, pulling into an empty, dimly lit parking space, and turned the engine off.

"Get in the back." He stared at you, his chest falling and rising just a little too quickly. "Now."

A small part of you wanted to put up more of a fight. Reject him the way he'd so rudely done to you this evening. But the bigger, more needy part of you was already scrambling to the back seat.

You watched with bated breath as Caleb slipped out of the car, only to slip into the back seat with you.

He didn't tease or wait, just grabbed you and pressed you into the window. You gasped, hands grasping for something to hold onto.

Caleb leaned over you, his stomach pressing against your lower back as he murmured into your ear. "You're lucky I love you so much, you know?" He dragged his hand down your leg, then back up to slip it between your legs, and pressed two fingers against the damp fabric of your underwear.

"I could've made you wait 'till we got home, but I'm taking care of you right now."

You whined, helplessly nudging your hips back against his hand. "Thank you."

You didn't care how breathy or pathetic you sounded. You needed Caleb now.

Caleb huffed, nudging your panties to the slide to run his fingers through your drooling cunt. "Don't thank me yet."

But your body was already doing that, fluttering around nothing, begging for him to do something. And when he finally did, you nearly buckled.

You would've collapsed into the window if he hadn't been holding you.

"You're so wet," he awed, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over your puffy clit. "Were you like this the whole dinner?"

"Yes," you moaned out, your body jolting when he teased your entrance. It was barely the tip of his finger, but you were desperate and overeager. Any touch had your mind spinning.

"Naughty girl," he breathed, dipping his finger in your clenching hole for a second before pulling out and going back to rubbing.

You whined, pushing your hips back again.

You thought you had him.

That he was finally giving you what you were begging for all night.

Until he pulled his hand away.

"Uh-uh."

You breathed out a shaky sigh.

No, no, no.

Why was he stopping?

"Caleb—Please."

"Nope."

You fought every cell in your body not to push your hips back again. You knew you'd find nothing, but it was like instinct.

"You don't get to take after tonight. You just get to look pretty while I do this." His fingers found your slick folds again, but he didn't move. Not yet. "Understand?"

You bit your lip.

Caleb nipped at your ear. "C'mon, baby. Understand?"

"I understand," you whimpered.

"There you go." Finally, he started moving again, rubbing you in maddening little circles. He knew just the way you liked it. Knew you liked to be teased just a little.

So he'd slip his finger down and pump a finger in. Slow, steady, then go back to your clit when you thought you'd had enough.

But you weren't getting enough.

"Caleb, this isn't fair," you exhaled, dropping your head against the window like that might ease the ache between your legs.

"No? You don't think so, Pips?" He mused, words a little breathy.

Your skin prickled at the teasing lilt you heard. You knew it was pointless, but you shook your head away, the movement slow and pathetic.

"What isn't fair is you thinking you have the right to anything after you were touching me and sending me those dirty texts all night," Caleb gritted out, plunging his fingers in and curling them to hit that perfect spot inside you.

You gasped, unable to help the way your hips jerked back. "Yes! Oh, God!"

For a second, you had some semblance of relief before he was pulling out again.

"Pipsqueak... I thought I told you to keep still."

"You..." You paused, a whine tearing from your throat when he went back to the same agonizing movements on your achy clit. "You didn't explicitly say to stay still. You just—you just told me to look pr—"

"Don't get smart with me unless you want me to stop completely." His breath fanned over your neck. "And I really don't want to stop."

"Please don't stop!" You sunk your nails into the leather seat. "I'll be still. Promise."

Claeb groaned, moving his fingers slightly faster now. Maybe it was a reward, or maybe he just couldn't help it. You didn't know. Didn't care. He was moving faster and that's all that mattered.

Your breath left in uneven pants as the heat in your stomach coiled tighter and tighter with each pass of his fingers.

You were close.

So close.

Caleb was hitting all the perfect spots, circling the little bud between your thighs like he knew your body better than he knew his own.

You were almost there.

Just a little more.

Your lips parted with a silent gasp.

Then—

He stopped.

Gently eased his hand away and started pumping you, slowly.

You nearly cried. "No, no, no. Caleb—" You bit your lip to keep the pathetic sound from tumbling out. "Ca–Caleb, please! Just—I—"

"Shh, you're okay."

If you hadn't caught the mocking edge in his voice, you would've melted at the sweet words.

"Next time, don't tease me if you can't handle this."

You sighed, the sound breaking off on a whine. Your window was all fogged up, sweat and tears clung to your cheeks. You were a mess, and Caleb was completely fine. Teasing you. Feeling you, like you weren't losing your goddamn mind.

"I won't do it again," you blurted. "Just let me come. I wanna come..!"

Caleb huffed out a quiet laugh. "A brat and a liar." He slid his slick fingers back in your throbbing cunt, giving you just enough to make your toes curl, but not enough to push you over the edge. "Suchh a naughty girl today, huh?"

"'Mmno! I promise!"

Caleb sunk in knuckle deep and started curling his fingers, brushing over the spongy spot that made you see stars.

"Ah-ahh," Caleb murmured. "You know how I feel about broken promises."

"Caleb—P-please! Pro–promise!"

He laughed again, the sound making you clench around him. "You're making this worse for yourself, Pips."

You were close again. He was touching all the right spots, curling and uncurling his fingers in a way that made your eyes roll to the back of your head and your thighs tremble around his hand.

"You're close," he rasped, listening to the obscene squelch that told him you were so worked up it hurt.

You grit your teeth, nodding.

So close again.

He had to give it to you this time. He had to. You earned it, right?

Fucking wrong.

Just when you were about to come, he pulled away. Again. Fingers slick and warm.

Your whole body was screaming for release. He couldn't leave you like this. He wouldn't.

"I'm sorry!" you cried. "I'm sorry I teased you! Please let me come!"

"Yeah?" Caleb brought his fingers back to the mess between your legs and tapped them playfully against your slick flesh. The sound it drew was sinful. "I don't believe you."

"Caleb—!"

"Show me how sorry you are." Slowly, he pushed his fingers back in. "Fuck yourself on me."

Your breath caught in your throat. "I—I can move?"

Caleb's fingers twitched, eager to watch you lose yourself. "Mhmm. You can move."

"I can come?"

"Yep. Move, cum, whatever you want—as long as you do the work. Can you do that, Pips?"

You didn’t even answer—you were already grinding down, fucking yourself on his fingers like you needed it to breathe. You were moaning and panting on every filthy slide of his fingers.

"You look so pretty like this." Caleb gawked, watching every shift and twitch of your hips as you sank on his fingers over and over again. "Using my fingers to get yourself off—Fuck—"

He bit his lip at the little curse slipped out. He wanted to keep up the facade of indifference, but it was impossible when you looked and felt like that.

"Faster. C'mon," he rasped. "Don't you want it?"

"Mm'yes! I want it!" You didn't miss a beat. You moved faster, filling the car with your moans and cries.

The corners of your vision blurred as you chased down your orgasm like a woman possessed. You didn't stop. Didn't hesitate, not even when you felt your arms shake and your head lull forward against the glass.

"Caleb! I'm—Yes! Oh, God!"

"That's it. Right there, right there," Caleb encouraged.

And then you were finally coming.

Your orgasm ripped through you with a guttural cry. Your body twitched, wave after wave of arousal gushing around his slender fingers.

Caleb held you through everything, making sure you didn't collapse against the door when the aftershocks finally washed over you.

"Hey, you okay?"

When you didn't answer, panic flared in his chest. Had he been too mean? Did he hurt you?

Caleb shifted, sitting back and holding you in his lap.

"Hey, Pips."

"Mm."

He sighed.

"Don't do that to me. Are you okay?"

You didn't answer, just lazily curled into his chest and wrapped two shaky arms around his neck.

Caleb instantly melted into you, peppering your head with kisses. "You did so good, pretty."

You gave another quiet hum in response and he chuckled. "Are you sure you're okay?"

You nodded. "I'm.. very okay."

Caleb smiled. "Good." He pressed another kiss to your head. "Wanna stay like this for a bit?"

"Please."

He huffed. "Anything for you."

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[vampyrixdarling]

HI HI!!! i love ur writing omg, and if ur reading this then have a good day!

If this request is okay with you then may i request a (present) two time x singer!reader fluff hc? ive been having this idea for a while now lol😭 okay thats all thank you for reading!

— 「𝑻𝑾𝑶 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑨 𝑭𝑨𝑴𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑯𝑶’𝑺 𝑨 𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹」

Two Time x Reader (Gender Neutral)

warnings: Stalking (not yandere), mentions of blood, mentions of scars (this should not be a trigger warning). Aside from that it’s all fluff!! Or at least kind of. I tried.

Note: Hii!! Thank you so much! It always means so much when people compliment my writing! I’m a bit confused on what you meant by “present” though.. I’m ASSUMING you meant Forsaken?? If I’m wrong, please feel free to send me another request clarifying and I’ll fix it! To be honest this is not my best work, I’m sorry :(

Word count: 1,172.

❥ Be prepared to get really creeped out but also flattered at the same time. They’d obviously have a massive crush on you. And once they meet you, they’re unintentionally a very, very creepy fan.

❥ They would tend to distance themself from you when they realize they have a crush on you. They keep it to themselves and would rather die than ever tell anybody. I think it would be really hard for them to form any sort of romantic relationship due to guilt with Azure and the Spawn.

❥ They worship the ground you walk on. They’re not as dedicated to you as they are to the Spawn, thank god for that, but they’re devoted nonetheless. I think it would be fair to call them one of your biggest fans. When they fall, they fall hard. They also praise the Spawn for being considerate enough to let them meet you.

❥ I think some of the survivors would recognize you as well. Of course, they’re not over-the-top about it. They’d tell you how cool it is to meet you, and they’d give you tips on how to best survive the rounds this hellish place puts you through. Of course you didn’t believe them at first, why would you? But that timer on your watch was ticking down, and you had a feeling you wouldn’t like what happens when it turns to zero. You can’t help but notice somebody scrawny in the corner of the room, just staring at you. The eye contact is quite frankly really uncomfortable. Though somebody named Chance soon hints at what their deal is. They don’t mean any harm, they’re just… different.

❥ Two Time is not close with any survivors in particular. Most of them find Two Time unsettling, and usually don’t go out of their way to strike up a conversation with them. You’d be one of the few people to initiate conversation with them. And aside from their… interesting personality, they seem genuinely nice to talk to.

❥ Two Time would wait until you’re alone to approach you. With a smile that makes the hairs on your neck stand, they’d ask you a lot of questions, nodding each time you nervously conversed with them, and confirm or deny a rumour they asked you about. Of course, if you told them you weren’t comfortable, they’d back off immediately. You just hoped they didn’t take it to heart too much. You also don’t ask about how they know so much about you.

❥ They tend to stalk you. They don't know it's wrong and creepy, and they certainly wouldn't let you find out. They're like paparazzi in a way, except what they do isn't out of malice or the intention of humiliating you. They're just... curious. And a little obsessed. You never gave much thought as to why they always seemed to appear when you needed them the most during rounds: sneaking up behind the killer when you were sure all hope was lost and backstabbing them with that same unnerving grin that stretched across their face.

❥ Some nights they’d wake up from vivid nightmares that they swear felt real. The blood never comes off. No matter how hard they scrub their hands, they can still feel it. Crimson that felt so warm, yet so cold. They go to you whenever they get like this. They don’t like it when people watch them cry, but somehow it’s a little different with you. Their wide smile never fades as tears stream down their face, but it helps when you hold their hand and speak gently and softly to them — when you assure them that they’re okay, when you massage small circles on their palm, as well as the backside of their hand where a certain religious symbol resides. They never let anybody they’re not close with touch them, and that applies to you. So the fact that they allow you to just shows how close the two of you have become.

⤷ They’d find the sound of you singing to them to be calming. It redirects their mind elsewhere and allows for a much welcomed distraction. Your voice would be just above a whisper as you sang to them, and their shoulders would relax.

❥They aren’t sure how to handle affection, whether that be touch or words of affirmation. They don’t believe they’re worthy of it. But they can’t deny that it’s nice when you assure them that you really do mean what you say, and you wouldn’t say it at all if you didn’t. Their guilt makes them believe they don’t deserve anything good that happens to them, even if they did get a second life from it (though not really). They sacrificed the one person that truly loved them, and they’re never going to move on from that fully. But you’re there with them. You’re there no matter what. And that means more to them than you think.

❥ They like it when you trace their scars with your fingers, and they like it even more when you kiss them. Half of them are self-inflicted, and half of them came from god knows where. You assume from rough rounds. It makes them feel flustered and they don’t know what to do or say, so they tend to stay stiff while you try your best to make them feel relaxed. They don’t pull away though.

❥ They’d enjoy writing lyrics with you, though sometimes you need to reject their ideas because it sounds like it could be the next “I love you Jesus” by Trisha Paytas.

❥ They’d love to hear you practice your songs in front of them. They’d praise you, give you criticism, and overall just be grateful you’re performing for them at all. Write a love song about them? They’re head over heels. You once tried to teach Two Time how to sing. It didn’t go well. It’s safe to say that they will not be attending karaoke.

❥ They like writing down each and every interaction you two have. Journaling has become a hobby for them, they enjoy it a lot. It’s a nice coping mechanism and distraction from the hell you’re all in. It’s cute, honestly, if you can even read their handwriting.

❥ They have a bad habit of ‘accidentally’ sneaking up behind you when you’re writing lyrics or practicing your singing. They compliment you and you jump; you swear to god your heart almost exploded.

⤷ It’s also unnerving when you can practically feel their hot breath on the back of your neck. You scold them whenever they give you a fright, and they smile, claiming they truly did not mean to — however, your reaction was quite ‘cute.’

❥ They didn’t listen to music at all before. You were sort of the first artist they were actually introduced to. Sometimes when you two are alone in your cabin, you promise them that once you two get back home you’ll give them front row tickets to your next concert. Maybe even a VIP pass. This seems to give them something to look forward to.

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𝜗𝜚 chapter 2. mr. krabs, i have an idea ៹

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Kai didn’t really expect it to feel like this.

He thought maybe the bleach would sting, or the chair would be uncomfortable, or that he’d at least have some sense of control over the situation. But no. He’s in a black salon cape that makes him look like a Batman villain, there’s foil in his hair, and a fashion intern keeps walking by the mirror and giggling under her breath.

His scalp is… not burning, but definitely having a crisis.

“Doing okay?” the stylist asks casually, massaging in another round of bleach with gloved fingers.

“Yeah,” Kai lies. “I’m great. Thriving. Mentally stable.”

She hums like she doesn’t believe him.

Yeonjun’s lounging across the room, taking pictures of him like he’s an art installation. Miyeon keeps walking in and out of the frame, offering Kai sips of some terrifying green juice she claims will help his skin glow “under the runway lights.” He’s refused three times. He thinks she respects him more because of it.

He slumps lower in the chair.

This was Beomgyu’s fault. Obviously. Beomgyu had one job — don’t get intestinally assassinated by gas station sushi — and he failed. Horribly. Now Kai was here, halfway to platinum blonde with an empty stomach and a group of literal models waiting for him to “transform.”

He didn’t even tell his followers.

Because why would he? He hadn’t tweeted in two months. He hadn’t streamed since the breakup. His fans still thought he was on a break to “work on himself.” They were expecting Beomgyu to do this stupid fashion thing. They weren’t expecting him.

And they definitely weren’t expecting bleach.

-

“Almost done,” the stylist says, brushing the last section. “I’m gonna rinse you in five. Ready for your rebirth?”

Kai closes his eyes.

“No,” he says. “But I’ve committed to the bit.”

-

Fifteen minutes later, he’s towel-dried, re-caped, and freshly toned. The stylist turns his chair slowly toward the mirror, and—

Oh.

Oh, shit.

That’s… him?

His hair is white. Not silver, not blonde — white. Soft and icy and somehow cool, in a way he’s never been in his entire life. It contrasts with his brows, makes his skin look clearer, his eyes sharper. Like a fictional character. Like one of those posters your face is always on — but him.

His hand twitches up to his hair, hesitant, and then—

“Oh my god,” Yeonjun says from behind the phone camera. “Wait. You’re hot now?”

Kai blinks.

“What do you mean now?”

Yeonjun whistles, impressed. “No offense, but before you looked like a boy who cried when his Minecraft server crashed. Now? Now you look like you have trauma and a sword.”

“Not helpful.”

Miyeon leans in, holding a compact mirror up to his profile. “You look expensive,” she says, adjusting a few strands. “And I don’t say that lightly.”

He stares again.

White hair.

His jaw looks more defined. His features softer, somehow more balanced. He looks older, more composed. Like someone who might actually belong in the world of flashing cameras and couture suits. Someone who could walk next to you and not look like he won a raffle to be there.

He lifts one eyebrow at himself. Just to test it.

Yeah. That’s dangerous.

-

Jay enters a few minutes later, sees Kai, stops mid-step, and exhales.

“Oh, thank god. You look perfect.”

Kai spins in the chair. “Is my scalp still intact?”

“Intact enough.”

Jay pulls up the schedule on his tablet. “Photoshoot’s in an hour. Try not to have an existential crisis until after.”

Kai stares at his reflection again. The silence feels heavier this time. He reaches for his phone, thumb hovering over the screen.

No texts. No notifications. No stream alerts. His last tweet is still from two months ago:

“taking a break. back when i feel like a person again.”

Maybe this is him, becoming a person again.

Or someone entirely new.

He thinks about posting a mirror selfie. Thinks about captioning it something dramatic like

“lol surprise i’m the beomgyu replacement”

…But then he hears your voice from down the hall, laughing at something Miyeon says, and freezes.

Right. He’s not posting anything yet.

Let them see him on the runway.

Let them all be shocked at the same time.

He grins at his reflection, slow and surprised.

“Okay,” he whispers. “Let’s do this.”

-

The studio is buzzing by the time you arrive — hairdryers humming, heels clicking, stylists darting between racks like caffeinated gazelles. There’s that signature backstage smell: heat, perfume, hair spray, nerves. You’ve done this a hundred times, but something about the air today feels different.

Maybe it’s the cold lighting.

Maybe it’s that you’re actually excited.

You slip into your chair between Miyeon (who is already recording) and Yuqi.

“Say hi to the vlog,” Miyeon chirps, turning her phone to you.

You push your hair back, smirk slightly. “Hi to the vlog.”

Yuqi points her brush at the camera like a weapon. “We’re in our Cold Renaissance era. Everyone’s gonna look like a tragic royal ghost.”

“Speak for yourself,” you say. “I’m aiming for ice queen. No tragedy.”

Miyeon giggles. “Tragic for them, maybe. Not us.”

The makeup artist dabs a silver shimmer beneath your eye, murmuring something about “icy warmth,” and you lean into it, half-distracted by the sound of voices echoing near the back of the room.

You glance toward the men’s styling area.

Kai’s in the chair, already in full hair and half makeup — a soft matte base, a little definition at the cheekbone, and that ridiculous white hair that shouldn’t look good on him but somehow does.

He keeps squirming every time the makeup artist gets near his eyes. Ni-Ki’s teasing him. Taehyun is fixing his posture like he’s training a broken mannequin. Yeonjun just looks like he’s trying not to laugh.

You roll your eyes.

“He’s going to pass out before the shoot even starts,” Yuqi says, not even looking up from her phone.

“Yeonjun bet me he’d knock over a backdrop,” Miyeon adds.

You hum. “He walks like a baby deer in a glass museum.”

But you don’t take your eyes off him.

Because here’s the thing: you’ve worked with a lot of people. You’ve done shoots with international actors, chart-topping idols, and influencers who treat camera flashes like life support. But this — watching someone like Kai, someone so clearly not from this world — step into it with shaky limbs and soft eyes? It’s… weirdly compelling.

He’s not faking confidence. He’s just trying. And the trying is what makes you want to keep watching.

-

The shoot begins slowly. Group shots first. Ni-Ki in gold, Miyeon in icy lilac. Yeonjun in full diva prince energy with a silver cape he keeps whipping around like a cat toy.

You’re in a sleek, high-necked velvet gown with a sharp slit and dripping crystal earrings. Hair slicked into a knot, makeup like frostbite made sexy. You catch your reflection and think: perfect.

And then it’s time for your paired shoot.

You’re already at the mark when you feel the room shift.

Kai steps in — full look complete. Black tailored coat lined in white silk. A silver brooch. Gloves. And the hair—God, the hair. Icy and soft and sharp at the same time. His skin glows under the lights, and when he glances toward you, there’s the barest flicker of disbelief in his own expression. Like he knows he shouldn’t look this good, and that somehow makes it worse.

“Wow,” the photographer mutters. “Okay. That’s something.”

You turn toward him slowly, one heel pivoting. He’s still standing there like he’s afraid to move.

“Are you gonna come closer,” you say lightly, “or do I have to walk all the way over there?”

Kai blinks.

“Oh—uh. Right. Yeah. Closer. Yep.”

You hear Yeonjun choke on laughter behind the lighting screen.

-

They position you side by side at first — a classic angled pose, shoulder to shoulder. His body stiff, yours loose. The photographer calls out directions.

“Good. YN, tilt your head just a bit—perfect. Kai, relax your mouth. No, not like that. Less… shocked. More… smolder?”

“I don’t smolder,” Kai mutters.

“Yes, you do,” you say under your breath, and his eyes snap to yours.

The photographer clicks. “That’s it! Hold that.”

You realize too late how close you are now — how your arms are almost brushing. His jaw is tense. His gaze flicks to your mouth and then away.

Your pulse skips. Huh.

“Try a pose with more interaction,” the assistant calls. “Turn toward each other. Closer. Like you’re about to say something. But don’t say it.”

You know this pose. You’ve done it with Yeonjun. With actors who could look at you like a meal and make the whole set blush. But with Kai, it’s different. There’s no performance in his eyes — just real, wide-eyed tension. Uncertainty. Curiosity.

When you tilt your head toward him, his breath hitches.

You don’t say anything. You don’t need to.

He leans in the tiniest bit, instinctive, like gravity’s playing a trick on him.

You don’t lean away.

“Wow,” the photographer says. “You two have chemistry.”

From behind the monitor, Yuqi lets out a high-pitched “ooooohhh” like she’s watching a K-drama kiss scene.

You don’t even react.

You’re too busy trying to keep your heartbeat from showing on your face.

-

The shoot ends, eventually. Someone yells “Cut!” and the spell breaks.

Kai steps back first, like he’s remembering the rest of the room exists. He looks down, exhales hard. Then glances at you again.

“I didn’t mess that up, right?” he asks, voice low.

You give him a once-over.

“No,” you say. “You surprised me.”

“Surprised you like… in a good way?”

You don’t smile. Not yet.

“Don’t let it go to your head.”

You turn and walk off the set before he can say anything else. But you feel his eyes on your back the whole time.

-

📷 Vlog Clip: Miyeon’s Camera

Miyeon: “Okay so we just witnessed something. Not sure if it was tension, attraction, or a spiritual event, but it happened.”

Yuqi: “They were two seconds away from ruining that velvet outfit.”

Yeonjun: “Do you remember when YN and I did that steamy spring shoot for Elle?”

Miyeon: “Yeah. This had more energy and they were just standing there fully clothed.”

[zoom-in on Kai fidgeting with his gloves post-shoot]

Miyeon: “He’s not gonna survive tomorrow.”

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[norriszn]

MAX'S TWITCH STREAM: GRAD - POSITIVE - MONSTER taste test | radioactive monster energy can taste test time ! july 1st 2025 <- wake it's the 1st of the month

summary: max gave the new lando x monster energy can a 9.4/10 and crowned it his P1 flavour

full transcript down below! (dear god maximilian is a yapper)

max: first thoughts for can looks really sick, i mean, this is going to be a fucking bias review, isn't it? this is not an official review, bro, my best mate's got a monster, it's fucking sick. all right, this, the monster logo is actually textured, yk? it's actually cool. cool. the flavour though, i'm going to be honest, if i don't like the flavour, that's still my opinion, okay? if i don't like the flavour, i will say i don't like the flavour. all right? bc again, flavour, your own opinion. some people lie the taste. coriander makes me throw up. some people love it. all right? right then. here we go. i've never tried this. istg i've never had this before. not even a thumb pool, nothing. no idea. romeo's fluff, mate. actually fluro, chat. actually fluro. the drink is actually fluorescent, mate. you guys can see inside the can, right? bro. am i going to be like fluorescent skin all weekend, bro? i'm going to rock up to silverstone, just be glowing. you'll be able to spot me, guys, after this. if you want to say hello, look for the bloke that's fucking illuminous. right, let's give it a test. so it's melon, yuzu melon. right. yuzu is citrusy orangey type of fruit, right? hmm do i do something really funny? we'll be honest. i actually like that melon in it. it's like fresh. it's actually really refreshing. i find that's actually really, okay, yes. oh, ofc he's going to say that. who's lando's best friend? chat, if i didn't like it, i would say, okay. that's genuinely quite refreshing, to be honest bc i find some monsters. i love monster. monster, ily. i do find some monsters, you have a couple of sips and you're like, oh, bit sweet that one. that's like quite fresh. i like it. you don't like it, do you? why? see, this is why i didn't want to do it, chat. you're just going to turn on me anyway, aren't you? i like it. it's really nice. out of 10? out of 10, 9.4! come on. get that bag. i'm not being paid for this at all. i don't need to do this. actually should. monster, what's going on, mate? hello. i feel the caffeine already. no, i like that. i like that. chat, if you guys can get your hands on it, give it a try. lmk who's tried it in chat. it's good or what? why am i saying go get your hands on? i've not even been paid to say this. now it looks like an ad. fuck's sake. it's one of the better mons— one of the best monsters i've had for sure. it's refreshing. some of the other, like other monsters, i find some are, idk if this sounds right, you know, they feel a bit thicker to drink. they're quite thick and sweet. that's not that refreshing, innit? viscosity, what? yeah, that look, that look, viscosity looked like the word i was looking for, yk? the white monster is my fave. that could potentially— that's in the, that's in the mix with that. i'm not even joking. that's in the mix. it tastes similar to the white one, yeah. fuck i don't want to drink this whole thing, man. the 2nd best flavour. that's, ykw, i'd give it a p2 maybe. yeah, chat, if i finish that, we'll end up doing a 24h stream, mate. which drink is a p1? i'm going to have two more sips and i'm going to decide if this is p1 or the white and blue sugar free one. yeah, that's p1 that. i've decided, chat, it's fucking p1 for me. you can fucking tell me you're an idiot, biased idiot. but it's p1 for me. it is, man. it is. i mean, i don't have any of these here. this is, i don't, this was gifted <8. i mean, p1. no, p1 easy. like, oh, no, it's definitely p1. now i'm making it look like i don't think it is p1 now. i'm having a joke. i need to go and put that in the fridge, otherwise i'm going to drink the whole thing. i can't. i can't stop drinking it. should we just drink it? fuck it. why not? let's fuck my sleep pattern for the week. it's like watermelon candy. and what's a fruit or juice i have every day? watermelon. fucking love it. it tastes good. it does, doesn't it? it's mint.

[coolwyous]

okay while the maphinz block of the anon neighbourhood is my residence, like that is home, i do like to take strolls outside every once in awhile….and have some Thoughts about hockey!dani. i completely see how divorce kind of makes sense for her, but i have questions (un)fortunately. how long was reader thinking abt the divorce before actually serving her papers? do you think a heads-up-adjacent conversation could’ve helped dani snap out of it—the realisation that she might actually lose reader fr? what does an exes-to-lovers arc look like for them? lil esme parent trapping her stubborn parents seems like a cute idea. and dani would be such an obnoxious ex to have oh my god, imagine esme mentioning offhandedly and by mistake that mami is on a date and dani completely losing her cool?? god all ur fics and hcs have soooo much JUICE i love it I LOVE IT

- hell n back anon

welcome to the hockey!dani house of divorce! u have thoughts i have LOTS of answers <333

i think reader had probably tried lots of approaches, in dani's fic i wrote reader to be a lil more direct/confrontational than the previous two dittoverse y/n's. sitting down, having talks, being very explicit about "this needs to change because it's hurting everyone, stop it, i love you" but i also know that dani x reader in this verse have always been a tiny bit toxic! like look at their situationship and tell me that was perfectly healthy...... 😔 i feel like maybe divorcing had been thrown around once or twice when dani was really acting up and that always snapped her back to reality, so when it came up again this time in this context of "you need to get your emotions together, i'm not going to do this with you forever" esp after esme was born i think dani was now desensitized to that threat? she was like "yeah i will, relax" and you're like "i'm serious daniela, i mean it this time" but you guys have a kid together now! so maybe dani didn't take it as seriously as she should have, assumed it was just another rough patch and she had time to figure it out as she always has. but your daughter is also the reason why you wouldn't give dani that time— it's one thing to fight just the two of you, but another thing to be arguing with your little girl able to hear it through the walls.

i think once the divorce had settled and esme was a little older, dani never once wanted esme to feel like she was a pawn between them. but esme's smart and recognizes that you guys still care!! esme asking you both to come to one of her hockey games and you guys agree but you want to sit separately, esme gives you those big puppy eyes and begs that you sit together. invites you both to come to parent-teacher night.

in terms of the parent trap, i feel like esme is a little less devious and truly just wants you guys to be together, maybe she mentions something to the hockey!kids one day when they're all at a playdate (they're like 5-7 yrs old mind you) and some of the more "creative" kids come up w a plan??? "esme you gotta break your leg so they come to the hospital for you" is josie's idea, kj (husseyz's daughter) is like "oh the more blood the better," priya HARD vetoes that, zuri suggests she starts making them jealous of each other??? arin (purinz's daughter) is like "oh that's perfect, esme everyone knows your dad is super emotional" and esme is like "uhhhh i'm not really sure how to do that." so the girls all brainstorm how to get esme to drop hints about you going on dates! and when dani comes to pick her up from the playdate, esme follows the script to start implying that you have a date tonight which you don't! one of your coworkers just invited you to drinks but it's totally not a date!!!

so guess what! you're at the restaurant that evening when all of a sudden you're like hm. why does that super cute little girl across the table from us look just like my daughter! and my ex-wife! surprise! "papi took us on a date, look mami!" esme would beam so excitedly, in her cute little dress, and you just smile and glare up at dani like "wow, how did you possibly manage to end up at the same restaurant as us?" and dani just has that shit eating grin and goes "lucky guess." as if she didn't start interrogating esme about all the details of your date tonight! you try to keep your evening going but you're literally facing their table and all you can see is dani being such a sweet parent, helping esme cut her food, the two of them cracking up at their table..... and dani is dressed up!!! you don't want to admit it but she looks amazing...... you've def stopped listening to whatever your date-not-date is rambling on about bc daniela keeps stealing looks up at you from across the room.....

don't ask how you end up ditching your date at the end of the night to go get ice cream w dani and esme..... the three of you signing to each other bc esme loves being able to talk to you both in sign language! she's holding each of your hands in between signing, her in the middle, while dani holds her ice cream cone..... esme can't stop rambling so excitedly about whatever is happening at school, how hockey is going, the latest crazy thing her friends have gotten up to, and you realize she's trying to make the most of the both of you being in one place since she's always having to go back and forth between you both :( she gets sleepy by the end of the night and dani ends up swooping her up to carry her and your heart is thudding watching her cradle your exhausted daughter so carefully....... you guys end up making small talk before the conversation keeps evolving into reminiscing about your college days, dani says something stupid like "damn, remember how in love we were?" and you just shake your head, the memory of everything you've gone through together breaking your heart. and she just sort of gently goes "i really fucked that all up. i promise i won't fuck her up too" motioning to esme in her arms, fast asleep.... you won't let her back in, not that easily, but you can feel your walls coming down for her, glimpses of the old determined dani coming back in flashes, wondering to yourself if you can trust her this time around.....

[mintconditioned]

it's literally too hot to function

okay so real talk — is it just me or is the sun beefing with us this summer?? like, i went outside and instantly turned into a sweat puddle. fans are useless, a/c is EXPENSIVE, and honestly i’d rather chill in a walk-in freezer than deal with this heat.

but here's the thing: this isn’t just "ugh summer is gross" — this is climate change, and spoiler alert: we're kinda all part of it.

see, the planet’s heating up because of greenhouse gases (like carbon dioxide and methane) we’ve been pumping into the atmosphere for decades. and yeah, cars and factories are big players, but here’s the kicker: it’s the whole economy that’s behind it.

our economy runs on this idea that we always need more — more products, more money, more growth. and that means companies are constantly burning fossil fuels, chopping down forests, and mass-producing stuff that ends up in landfills. fast fashion? runs on sweatshops and oil. those 2-day shipping sprees? burn tons of fuel. even our food system — full of processed snacks and factory-farmed meat — is a massive contributor to emissions.

we’re so used to this “buy more, toss more” lifestyle that we don’t even think about it. but the stuff we see as normal — weekly hauls, upgrading our phones every year, cheap $5 shirts — all of that feeds into a system that’s literally cooking the planet.

and the wild part? the people paying the price aren’t the CEOs in corner offices — it’s everyday folks, especially in lower-income areas and countries that are already dealing with floods, droughts, wildfires, and power outages. all because rich corporations won’t stop chasing profits.

but here's the hopeful part: we’re not powerless.

you can’t fix the whole system on your own (and you shouldn’t have to), but small changes still matter:

thrift your clothes instead of buying fast fashion

support local or sustainable businesses when you can

eat less meat (even one veggie meal a week helps)

vote for leaders who actually get climate policy

call out greenwashing when you see it

talk about it — awareness spreads change

basically: the more we question the "normal" stuff that’s actually harming the planet, the more pressure we can put on the people who can change the system.

so yeah, it’s hot. but it’s not just the weather — it’s the economy running wild. and we deserve better.

stay cool (literally and figuratively), SOURCES:

Attenborough, David, and Christine Lagarde. “Nature, Climate Change and the Global Economy.” Finance & Development, International Monetary Fund, Dec. 2019, https://www.imf.org/en/Publications/fandd/issues/2019/12/nature-climate-and-the-global-economy-lagarde-attenborough.

“Economics of Climate Change.” U.S. Environmental Protection Agency, 5 Aug. 2024, https://www.epa.gov/environmental-economics/economics-climate-change.

Kaplan, Sarah, et al. “June Is the New July: Why Intense Summer Heat Is Arriving Earlier.” The Washington Post, 25 June 2025, https://www.washingtonpost.com/climate-environment/2025/06/25/global-heatwave-climate-change.

Reyes, Marisa. “Millions of U.S. Kids Attend Schools in 'Urban Heat Zones.'” Axios, 30 June 2025, https://www.axios.com/2025/06/30/students-schools-urban-heat-islands.

“Reuters Explains: What Is a ‘Heat Dome’ and How Does It Power Heatwaves?” Reuters, 30 June 2025, https://www.reuters.com/sustainability/cop/what-is-heat-dome-how-does-it-power-heatwaves-2025-06-30.

Woody, Christopher. “We’re Looking for Climate Solutions in the Wrong Places.” Time, 25 June 2025, https://time.com/7294746/capitalism-climate-activism-local-solutions.

[mack-timelines]

Vampire OC

I realised I've never made a vampire oc before- like... WHA- I got inspired by zen.. video about redesigning their ocs in like the 2010s style and I'm like thats so cool... So I mixed both ideas. Was taking some inspo from motorcity but not too much lol LOVE YOU DEE!!! made him today lol- PLEASE READ RANT BELOW: Discussing the lack of cornrow hairstyles in black ocs/characters (or from my radar ig)

His milanote board. I've realized I barely see people draw cornrows on black men ever- it's always the afro/stylized afro, the low/"buzz" cut, dreads or curly hair if ya get what I mean. AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THE HAIRCUT ALL THE VIDEO GAME BLACK MEN BE GETTING- EVEN EKKO FROM ARCANE- GBRFED Except i like him with it tbh yebtgrefd STILL-

You could you've "seen" it on women but its mostly long braids than just the normal short cornrows here or some just have the long cornrows. I knew if i gave him that hairstyle, it would add on to his unique-ness here as this isn't a popular hairstyle. I can understand why its not that popular either as me myself dont see it that much around though i live in a black country- i mostly see the low/"buzz" cut as schools want it that way or fades with the thick hair up top.

BUT AS I WAS SAYING I wish i could see more art with black men in cornrows, you can make some sick or cute designs outta them Examples:

Yea I could have been more creative with Dee's hair myself but was trying to keep it simple so- TvT But i hope this inspires others to do the same :) If ya happen to know any artists with ocs that have cornrows, PLEASE HIT ME UP YRETHSGREFD Thank you

[ashthesalamipiece]

So Dabi x reader but they aren’t together yet, so pre relationship and Dabi has found the readers socials in this we can use instagram but the reader doesn’t have many posts just 7-8 which is just food, cool places and like 1-2 posts of the reader but he likes all of them so the reader is just confused

"All Seven Likes"

Genre: Slow-burn, Pre-relationship, Fluff with a side of confusion

POV: 2nd Person (You)

Characters: Dabi (Touya Todoroki), Reader

---

Your phone buzzes while you're brushing your teeth.

You glance at it lazily, expecting some news update or spam, but pause when you see a familiar handle.

@blueflameofficial liked your photo.

You blink.

Dabi?

Your toothbrush hangs halfway out of your mouth. You weren’t even following him — not because you didn’t want to, but because it felt... weird. You weren’t sure where you stood with him. You’d crossed paths maybe three or four times now. Mostly through mutuals, sometimes at sketchy late-night hangouts where half the room reeked of smoke and the conversations were half-serious, half-bullshit.

He was magnetic and chaotic and confusing. You assumed you were just another person in the background to him.

And now?

@blueflameofficial liked your photo.

@blueflameofficial liked your photo.

@blueflameofficial liked your photo.

You rinse out your mouth, eyes narrowing.

You open Instagram and see the full damage.

Seven notifications. He liked every single one of your posts.

Your profile only has eight.

One photo of a ramen bowl you had downtown.

A sunset over a train station.

Your shoes on a patterned tile floor.

A foggy cityscape.

That one time you tried making soufflé pancakes.

A glowing neon alley.

A mirror selfie with your face half-turned away.

All of them—liked.

Even the ones from months ago. He scrolled.

You stare at your screen, then at your ceiling. “...What the hell?”

You contemplate ignoring it, but your curiosity is louder than your pride. After all, why would Dabi — the walking manifestation of fire, chaos, and general apathy — decide to go on a liking spree at 2 in the morning?

You don’t follow him back, not yet. You watch his stories though. His latest one is just a dimly lit video of cigarette smoke curling into an orange glow, captioned with:

> “Too quiet tonight.”

You chew your lip.

What does that even mean?

---

A few hours later...

You’re curled up on your couch, rewatching a show you’re not really paying attention to, when your DMs light up.

> @blueflameofficial:

Wasn’t stalking. Your profile was just… there.

You blink. He messaged you.

You take a second. Then two. You want to come off casual. Cool. Normal.

> You:

“There”? As in, floating through the void?

> Dabi:

Mutual tagged you. Clicked. Stayed.

> Dabi:

You don’t post much, huh.

You glance at your feed again, suddenly self-conscious. You'd never cared about having a “cool” grid, and now someone like him—mysterious, sharp-tongued, stupidly hot—is scrolling through your bowl of miso ramen and pixelated alley shots.

> You:

Never saw the point. I post when I feel like it.

> Dabi:

So, all seven times you were hungry or vibing?

> You:

Accurate.

You don’t expect him to reply after that. But he does.

> Dabi:

Should post yourself more.

You pause.

Heart skip.

You reread it.

> You:

Why? You tryna collect faces like Pokémon?

> Dabi:

Nah.

Just like how yours looks.

That makes you sit up straight.

You have no idea what to say to that. Is he teasing? Flirting? Being genuine? Is this normal for him?

You chew your cheek for a moment before typing something back.

> You:

You always this weirdly intense or is it just me?

> Dabi:

Just you.

---

You stare at the screen for a long while, phone warm in your hands. Dabi — the guy who barely said more than three words at a time in person — is now engaging you in a midnight Instagram spiral.

He didn’t have to like all your photos. Didn’t have to DM you. Didn’t have to say any of that.

But he did.

Maybe you’re reading into it. Maybe you’re not.

Still...

You open your camera roll, hover your finger over a photo you took last week at a hidden café—sunlight on your face, coffee in hand, expression unguarded.

Maybe… just maybe… you’ll post again soon.

[wandixx]

I've seen a lot of different takes on Fear Toxin/other fear causing stuff (Yellow Lanterns Ring or something)(later just called Fear Toxin cause I'm lazy) but here is another one.

Danny seems like he isn't affected by Fear Toxin because his biggest fear is that his accident changed him so much he is no longer human, he can no longer truly experience human things.

So when he gets lungful of fear Toxin, he feels normal. He was antsy before, because c'mon, it's a rogue attack but it's not worse. Or so he thought. Because the anxiety lingers. Not enough to register as abnormal just this slight hypervigilance that makes you see things about yourself and your surroundings that you'd never realize otherwise. He'd realize he doesn't blink as often. He'd realize that if he doesn't consciously focus, he sometimes seems to not touch the ground. Forgets to breathe. He can't feel his own pulse at time. He'd realize people will miss him when he's walking down the street as if he was invisible (people just don't care about everyone they pass by). When he'd look straight into his reflection, he'd look slightly to the left. Not enough to actually name anything that was wrong but just stretched enough to fall on the wrong side of the uncanny valley. If he just caught his reflection in the peripheral vision, it'd be vaguely shadowy creature with glowing green eyes and white smoke instead of hair. Overall he'd be just wrong enough to be distinctly not human.

For everyone else, he'd be just a dude. Literally couldn't find more normal dude than this dude. Will pass as absolutely normal human unless someone is specifically looking for ecto-ghost stuff. Even most magic users wouldn't clock him at the glance

Tldr: Fear Toxin makes Danny perceive himself as some sort of eldritch horror but not enough to make him believe he'd actually be affected, while from outside perspective he's Just A Dude™

[blackcatxmagic]

Jinhwan had a nice way of way of looking at the world, and it was honestly refreshing. So many people back in NYC were cynical and jaded, but here in Cardinal Hill, people seemed to have more hope. Maybe they were still looking for something they were missing, but they had hope of finding it. Griffin wished he could be more like that, but he felt like his mindset was still back in the city. "Maybe you're right," Griffin admitted. "Truthfully I think I could probably use some therapy too, but - and I know this might shock you - that's not really my style either. Therapy doesn't do much good if you aren't going to open up." Griffin knew this for a fact - he had tried it before. Maybe you need to try harder, he thought, but the truth was that Griffin didn't want to open that box inside of him, the one he kept all his dark thoughts and feelings and memories; he had learned something from the story of Pandora, and Griffin would keep that box firmly closed.

Looking back at the register again, Griffin laughed, saying, "Yeah, it's an asshole, clearly. I'm glad we're both anti-cash register. This might get awkward otherwise." As they talked about his color palate and about flowers, Griffin explained, "Warm colors make you feel content and safe and...well, warm. But cold colors, they're harsher. They feel uncomfortable sometimes, even when they're beautiful. When I'm painting, I don't want to feel content. I mean, that's the whole reason I'm painting, to get to that enlightened, blissful state of being. And part of that is the journey to find a way out of the cold." This wasn't something Grififn would have normally explained to a non-artist, but he reminded himself that Jinhwan was an artist - Griffin had meant what he said. But it seemed like Griffin could use some work with the delivery of such sentiments because Jinhwan seemed upset now. Had he said something wrong? "I think the hard work and care you put into every arrangement is your way of adding beauty to the world," Griffin replied. "And I think the world needs more of that. Fuck the ones who think it's 'just flowers.' They're just ignorant."

Clearly Jinhwan was trying to make Griffin feel better, and he appreciated it, but he didn't quite agree. "He used to," Griffin told the other man. "I know he did. I think back on memories, and I know he saw me...that he loved me. But it wasn't enough." It was a sobering truth, that love might not be a powerful enough force to overcome any obstacle. Shrugging, Griffin tried to play it off, saying, "It's alright. I needed to come here, and he needed to stay back where his whole life was. It was selfish of me to even ask him to come." He hadn't meant to reveal that he'd asked, but it had slipped out; Griffin was not going to tell Jinhwan tha the had literally begged though. That would remain a secret.

"I know that black roses aren't natural colors of roses," Griffin said. "I know they don't grow that way. It would be cool if they did though." Griffin had no idea that Jinhwan was thinking of using witchcraft to achieve such a thing, though he wouldn't have been surprised to find out the other man was a witch too - Jinhwan seemed to have a kind of power emanating off of him, but Griffin knew that didn't always mean magic. "I didn't say that because you're a florist," Griffin replied. "I said it because of how you see the world. Even when it's sad, I think you feel like you have hope. Not everyone does. So that's why I picked sunflowers."

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ When Griffin admitted he wasn’t normally a sharer, Jinhwan gave a small, gentle nod. “That’s okay. I think... the right people make it feel safer, even if just a little. You don’t have to pour out the whole bottle. Sometimes just opening the lid a bit is enough.” At the register comment, Jinhwan’s eyes widened slightly, then crinkled with a laugh. “Well, I’ll hope for the best. It’s hard to believe that the register would be so cruel to you.” 

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Jinhwan nodded as Griffin explained that he was using a cold palette, already beginning to picture it—shades of blue and indigo, maybe steel, black. “That feels honest,” he murmured. “Not everything needs to be bright to be beautiful. What matters is that it’s real.” His fingers curled around the strap of his bag, mind already turning over which flowers might speak to those tones. “I’ll find something that fits alongside it–not to fix or soften it, just… to keep it company.”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Then Griffin defended his craft, and the words landed deeper than Jinhwan expected. He blinked a few times, his mouth parting slightly in surprise before a soft, grateful smile took over. “Thank you,” he said, quiet and a little choked up. “People say it like it’s just flowers, just arrangements. But… It's the language I speak best. And it means a lot that you see it.” He hadn't expected to feel such a sudden surge of emotions, but it was difficult to think about the fact that this man whom he’d just met was more welcoming and kind than his own father.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ He looked at Griffin carefully, wanting to offer something—but not wanting to overstep. Still, the words tugged at him. He reached out just slightly, fingers resting against the other’s arm for a moment before falling back down. “Maybe he didn’t know how to see you properly,” he said softly. “That’s not your fault.” Jinhwan wasn’t one to make assumptions, and hoped that the other wouldn’t feel upset with him for saying something. Then came the part about the black roses. Jinhwan’s expression shifted, first surprised, then thoughtful. “That does make sense. Black roses are beautiful—they’re full of meaning, but quiet about it. Like a secret you keep close to your heart.” He smiled again, eyes soft. Black roses didn’t typically appear naturally in nature, but… well, Jinhwan was a Witch. He could make it happen.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ He ducked his head bashfully at the sunflower comment, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. “Sunflowers?” he laughed. “Maybe that’s how I come off. But I don’t always feel sunny. I think... people assume florists are always cheerful. But sometimes we work with mourning arrangements more than bridal ones.” Still, he looked up again, meeting Griffin’s eyes. “It’s nice to be seen, though. I appreciate that.”

[vaguely-concerned]

btw my headcanon for sophia amell in veilguard is that she has been 'oh no... I think your letter got lost on its way to me first warden... too bad, I'll just stay here in amaranthine until I hear from you, then.... is this a letter I see before me...... a tragedy. I can't read all of a sudden. my eyes. you sent a messenger? my messenger now I'm adopting them. no message received sadly try again'-ed all summons to go to weisshaupt, so she's in denerim with alistair when stuff starts to go to shit and at least they spend the impromptu superblight together. they may both be right on the edge of the calling (? we just don't know!) and ferelden might be about to fall, but at least they're king arthur and merlin-ing (erotic and romantic connotations) it up together at the end of the world and kissing and holding hands about it. and what more could I hope for for them. that's what beating the odds looks like for wardens I think.

there's a particular incident where she saves his life through the power of spirit healing and. maybe the guiding hand of Something that seems to still reside in the petals of the rose he gave her that she's worn in a little glass vial around her neck and that have not withered all these long years, and it inspires actual myths and romantic literary traditions and folk ballads and all sorts of nonsense that outlast them both. neither of them care tho they're just. hugging right now. drenched in darkspawn blood like the old days. resting their foreheads together. taking every moment they may have left just to be together. whatever you do don't go without me. wherever you go let me go too. and with you let me be buried, and where you go after that let me go with you then as well. (of course. of course. after all of this, where would I ever go without you. the one good thing about the blight is that it brings people together. the one good thing is that it brought me to you.)

[loverboybrightsideghost]

one of my favorite clark headcanons that i have (that is completely unsupported by canon) is that he's transgender by kryptonian standards. martha and jon kent raised him as a boy and as he grew up he never had any reason to doubt it at all, he was like yeah i'm a boy, makes sense. and then he gets to the fortress of solitude for the first time and it turns out how Gender works on krypton was just Different enough that clark doesn't really fit the kryptonian standards of whatever he was supposed to be. bonus points because this makes him feel like even more of an outsider as a kryptonian, even if he's the last one left.

[puhpandas]

listen hw2 was fun and all when it came out but god am I glad that we have other stuff going on now and that it's not the most recent relevant thing to talk about bc. jesus was it frustrating when it came out

[xxplastic-cubexx]

reading Krakoa era out of order bc reading lists online make it confusing and my local library only has so many books

just as god intended right on my friend you're doing everything right and don't let anyone tell you otherwise

[starry-teacup]

the fun thing about slay the princess is that I thought there was a clear 'right' answer and an obvious moral after my first run and then proceeded to walk straight into the fandom where I was immediately hit by the fucking cargo train of almost everyone having a different take than me

[theygender]

I wish I could just play video games all day as my job bc I have so many things I wish I could do like playing all 19 mainline Final Fantasy games in order. Unfortunately I would never be able to attract a big enough audience to make a living though because I would be doing things like playing all 19 mainline Final Fantasy games in order