#maybe he cant forgive me but he doesn't have to

[mainfaggot]

just watched challengers at the cinema w my little sister. it was so intense wtf

[mrfoox]

I love how me and Oliver is the opposite on everything but we still just get along

I'm just The Lover ™

And he's The Hater ™

But i still appriciate his way of thinking and that he is more grounded than me. On some topics he's more idealistic than me and I love that too

[egoistars]

FUNNY VALENTINE wriothesley

your boyfriend doesn't seem to love you anymore, so what do you do? complain to neuvillette of course!

warnings: kissing, u being dramatic, neuvillette being done with ur shit, u and wriothesley being super gross and in love

you defeatedly slump into a chair in neuvillette's office and sigh for the fifteenth time in the past few minutes. the hydro dragon slides both his hands down his face, much like how he's seen the people of fontaine do when they were in distress.

"(name), if you don't tell me what's wrong i can't help you." in the several hundred years he's lived, neuvillette doesn't think he's spoken those words more than he has now. as he raises a delicate, white teacup to his lips, you burst into tears, violently twisting your head away from him.

"please, don't drink that in front of me," you cry, shoving your face into an overly expensive pillow on his couch. "that duke wriothesley would always drink tea and i cant stand to see it anymore! i will die parched if i have to!"

"if you're implying wriothesley doesn't love you anymore, you are surely mistaken. i'm not too familiar with human emotions, why don't you pay furina a visit? i'm sure she can understand you better."

at the sound of furina's name, you feel your body run cold. the image of your friend laughing until her face flushing crimson red dashes across your mind like an arrow, shooting you in the chest as you bleed out in an impending doom. you love her, truly, but she would never take you seriously in a situation like this.

"hmm, if you don't want to talk to furina, how about i call wriothesley and have you talk to him yourself? he is your partner, he'd be more than happy to talk through this issue with you."

"no! he's the problem! why would i want to talk to the problem? he doesn't love me anymore, neuvillette. he usually kissed my forehead twice before he leaves for work, but today," you pause for a moment, placing a hand on your chest to soothe the agonizing ache of your heart. "he only gave me one."

neuvillette promptly kicks you out.

"now what's this i hear about you crying to the iudex of fontaine about a broken heart?"

normally, the sound of wriothesley's smooth yet slightly mischievous voice would send you sprinting toward him. today however, you were distraught and feeling slightly petty. the only thing that can satisfy your heartbreak was him on his knees, sobbing with a gross trail of snot running down his nose, begging for your forgiveness.

you quickly learn that in the end, wriothesley always wins. with your back faced toward him, he wraps his muscular arms around you in a warm embrace, the fur of his uniform tickling your neck. grumbling unintelligible words, you dejectedly turn to face him but can't hide the thumping of your chest behind narrowed eyes and pouts. wriothesley laughs at you, pressing a kiss on your forehead, one on your left cheek, and one on your rights.

"i'm sorry for forgetting our routine, you petty minx? i ever do something as horrendous as that again, tell me and i'll make it up to you with as many kisses as you want, yeah? if that's not enough, i'll apologize with tears and jump into the primordial sea in your honor."

as the finale of this vomit-inducing opera, he follows the monologue by pressing a loving kiss to your waiting lips, pulling back to rest his forehead against yours.

"yeah you better keep your fucking promise," you threaten. the two of you know you don't intend to be mean by the way you melt into his touch. "i ordered your favorite today so you don't make me regret that."

maybe your boyfriend does love you after all.

[zweiginator]

need college!artrick to make out with me in front of my loser boyfriend!!!!!!! in the club!!! on the dance floor, patrick has his tongue all the way down my throat, while art is leaving a slick trail along my neck, both groping me obscenely. really it's more something out of a soft core porn than an appropriate scene at a bar. arts hands practically cupping my tits under my shirt while patrick palms my ass under my skirt. it almost looks like they're planning to just fuck me right there among so many other people, too drunk to notice the scene right next to them. but my boyfriend isn't, he sobered right up the second he saw the two of them. he'd seen them leave my dorm last week, he was screaming and yelling about it, demanding to know why they had been there. but truly it was just for chem notes, that time it was. he hadn't asked about all the other times they'd been in my room, trying to convince me that they could treat me better...

well know they truly had their chance, not just to show me, but to show my loser boyfriend that he doesn't deserve me. he can't give me what i need, only they can. the two of them make eye contact with my loser boyfriend across the bar, both pulling their lips off me for a brief moment, just so my boyfriend can see me whine and beg them not to stop. please don't stop, please felt so good, please need it so bad. have art spin me around to kiss him deeply, maybe he even forces me to look over and make eye contact with my boyfriend as he pulls his lips from mine. need to look away, embarrassed to be caught cheating so openly, but before i have a chance to run over and apologize, beg for forgiveness, claim it was just a lapse in judgement, art grabs my hips and lugs me over his shoulder, carrying me back to his and patrick's dorm room. patrick keeping a hand on my ass the whole walk back, keeping my skirt flush with my body so no one walking past can get a glimpse of my panties... that's only for their eyes

WOOOOOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF i luv luv luv them 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

-🐞

ohmygodohmygod

you feel a neediness for them that you never felt for your boyfriend. he's a loser really. flirts with other girls openly, but god forbid you give your number to your study group in chemistry. you just cant deal with the hot and the cold and art and patrick are so fucking attentive to you.

they came to your dorm the week before, the night before your big test. the night you had found out that your boyfriend had been texting other girls. you didn't know the nature of the messages, but it fucking hurt and you felt stupid. they listened to you and rubbed your back. took your mind off of it by showing you stupid fail videos and pinching your cheeks when you finally laughed at one.

and truly, nothing inappropriate happened that night. but your boyfriend came over late to apologize and art and patrick came out of your dorm with those smirks of theirs plastered on their faces. of course it was going to raise suspicion. but you told him the truth.

"it was just studying. you know i have a midterm tomorrow. dont pin this on me now." because truly, it was pathetic. you were mad at him, and now he was going to spin this around around and scapegoat you?

"you see how it's a little suspicious that i come by and see two dudes that every fucking girl drools over coming out of here? looking all smug?"

"i can't control their facial expressions." you look up at him with a cold gaze, your blue glitter pen still in your hand.

"fuck this."

and then he left. and things had just been rocky ever since. a tug-of-war of pissing the other off. your relationship was already on its last leg--but you figured by the weekend it would be done. for good.

and now it's friday night and you and him decide to go out to your favorite bar. you doll yourself up and wear a tiny little skirt and a cropped tank top. of course your boyfriend hates it. says you're asking for trouble but you just roll your eyes.

and as soon as you get to the bar you both split up, boomerang around to mingle with your friends, but you never quite come back together. you're just fucking sick of him.

you feel a tap on your shoulder, and you almost huff because you think it's him but then you turn around. oh. it's art and patrick. they tower over you, obstructing your vision of what's behind you. peer down at you with these big smiles. they're clearly already tipsy.

they set their beer bottles down and help you up onto the barstool. order another round of drinks.

"did you come here with your boyfriend?" patrick yells in your ear.

you nod, taking a sip of your vodka soda. "he's somewhere around here."

" did he ditch you?" art looks concerned. his jaw ticks as he looks around.

"no." you shake your head. the alcohol fucking burns. bitter down your throat. "we just parted ways. it's better that way."

"we agree." patrick winks at you and takes a swig of his beer, pink lips wrapped around the bottle. your eyes linger until you realize you're staring.

they're so close to you. if it were any other pair of guys you'd feel suffocated, annoyed. but you feel safe and desired. like you're the prize, the prettiest girl in the room. they tell you you are.

"you look so fucking gorgeous." art says, against your lips. he has to be this close, you tell yourself. the music is loud and the chatter is louder.

you flush and thank art and patrick butts in next, half standing and half sitting as he leans on the barstool.

"he's right." another swig. "you always look beautiful but you are jaw-dropping tonight."

you don't know what to say. do you compliment them back? you don't really know how it happens but art grabs your hand and leads you to the dance floor. it's packed, but there's still a spot for the three of you--if you stand real close. your back is against art's chest and you feel his heart pumping with the beat of the song. how strong his chest is. patrick's chest is against yours and he throws your arms over his shoulders.

you don't see your boyfriend. so it's probably fine. and you're just dancing--right?

but then you can smell the beer and tobacco on patrick's breath. his bottom lip tickles yours and art's hands are on your waist. one snakes up the front of your body, in between your tits. you're wearing a thin bra and his thumb brushes against your nipple.

so you moan. and patrick moans and he slips his tongue into your mouth and you suck on it, just a little. art pushes your hair to the side and leaves open-mouthed, sloppy kisses on the side of your neck and you feel two erections pressed against you. your tiny skirt is almost completely flipped up as patrick reaches around to palm your bare ass, which art rubs against.

you don't care that people are watching, you don't even remember where you are. so drunk off your drink and the eroticism of their lips all over you. licking you, sucking along your neck and whispering filthy secrets in your ear.

your pupils are blown and you open your eyes and patrick is staring at the corner where your boyfriend is, fuming at the scene in front of him. the people who noticed what's going on just wait for someone to do something. half expecting that art and patrick will run away with their tails between their legs, not looking for trouble.

but they want trouble. so patrick grabs you by the jaw and lets his warm spit trickle onto your tongue. spins you around so he can feel your smooth ass on his erection and watch as art kisses you. sloppy and desperate. hands all over your body as if to keep you there, in the moment, with them.

you feel bad. like maybe you should stop this. but you've never felt so fucking good. you grab art's hand and push it under your skirt so he can feel the wetness pooling in your panties.

it's too late to say sorry now. plus, art is yanking you by the wrist. throwing you over his shoulder to take you home, while patrick waves goodbye to the piece of shit in the corner, a cigarette between his lips.

[artdcnaldson]

patricks sister au has me in a tizzy hes so mean my pussy is sopping wet but what if he got meaner - what if he started dating someone just to get the message across. kisses her where you can see and acts all boyfriendy. what he doesn't know is that ur certifiably insane and purposely crash dates he has with her under the guise of 'i need a ride home.' and 'i need help with homework.' art knows what you're doing, isn't impressed by it.

but one day his girlfriend takes it upon herself to snap at you - maybe you're at a party and this time its not a ploy - you really do just want to go home - and you come up to art and his girlfriend rolls her eyes like, "jesus, here comes your fucking fan club, art." looks at you like, "you know you're annoying right. that everyone knows you have a crush on him? take a fucking hint. he. doesn't. want. you."

and you get tears in your eyes, bottom lip wobbling.... you run off so you dont see the absolute look of rage that flits over arts face. the way he becomes a wall of ice. if he was mean to you the cold way he turns to his girlfriend and promptly dumps her in front of everyone is downright evil.

of course he has to come find you ☹️ and he has to say sorry ☹️ and maybe you'll forgive him and leave him alone if he tells you really truly honestly...... that he doesn't want you. and if he cant say that...... then at least, cant he be your first kiss? please? you'll milk more tears out if you have to.

GODDDD <3

It’s so obvious what you’re doing. But maybe he shouldn’t have his dates on campus, shouldn’t bring his girlfriend to parties he knows you’re going to be at. It’s like he’s asking for you to do it.

And yeah the past excuses have been total bullshit. They were so weak, not even convincing, but you could always count on Art to walk you back to your dorm with his girlfriend in tow. He stops at your door, she lingers behind, and you smile all pretty and thank him.

Alone in your room, you wonder if he’s going to take her back to his dorm to fuck her. You’ve seen the way he kisses her— sweet and gentle, the way boyfriends kiss. You wonder what it’s like when they fuck— if he keeps that same sweet, doting facade on when he’s fucking into her cunt.

Probably. Art’s sweet, he’s respectable. You’re the only one who brings out the fire in him in your brother’s absence. It must be boring when they fuck. Missionary, cowgirl, doggy when he’s feeling adventurous.

You’d never be boring for him, never let things get stale. You don’t even know why he likes her, why he wastes his time. Sure, she’s pretty, she’s… an English major? Whatever.

So the next time you’re at a party and you come up to Art, they figure it’s just jealousy. That you’re just trying to break them apart. Again.

Your DD left with a polisci major, you were drunk and ready to leave. Two hours of watching Art and his fucking girlfriend suck face and grind to shitty music had left a sour taste in your mouth. You just wanted to be home in your bed already.

So you walked up to the two of them nursing beers in a group. She rolled her eyes at the sight of you, whispered something to one of her friends. You ignored her, tugged on Art’s arm.

“Can you walk me back to my dorm, please?”

It’s supposed to be earnest, it is earnest. But Art can’t get a word in before She interrupts.

“Jesus Christ. This whole thing you’re doing isn’t cute anymore. It’s just really fucking annoying, and we’re all fucking sick of it. Find someone else to throw yourself over and leave Art alone. You’re just embarrassing him at this point.”

You try to be a Big Girl about it, to say something back, but all you can manage is a weak I’m sorry before you’re leaving with hot tears streaking your cheeks and a nauseous pit in your stomach.

You don’t hear about the aftermath until later— whispers from a friend, really. Art had laid in on her after what she said. Called her things you’d never heard him say, that you couldn’t even imagine. Calling her a fucking cunt, telling her to mind her own fucking business and keep her fucking mouth shut about you. Shoved her off of him, told her to lose his fucking number.

But you didn’t know that. All you knew was barely five minutes after you had walked into the door and crawled into bed, there was a knock on the door.

You groaned, opened the door with teary, smeared makeup and a weak frown. Because seeing Art just makes it worse.

“I’m sorry Art, I never meant to embarrass you, and I know I’ve been horrible and awful and I’ve made you do awful things, and i don’t know when to just give up and it’s not fair to you.” He walks with you into the room, shuts the door and pulls you against his chest.

He smells like cigarettes and weed and beer and his girlfriend’s perfume. It makes you cry harder. “I’m really sorry, Art. I’ll leave you alone, I promise. I’ll tell Patrick to let you off the hook, and you won’t have to see me anymore.”

He pets your hair, leans back and wipes your tears with soft brushes of his thumbs along your cheeks. “You really don’t want me?” You ask weakly. “Not even a little bit?”

He swallows hard, because he doesn’t want to lie to you. Not tonight, not when you’re already feeling so bad. But what the two of you have isn’t healthy, it’s not what you need.

You sniffle, nod. “Will you just kiss me, then? Once? Please?”

His lips meet yours gently at first, with all the sweetness you’d expected from him, the same kind of kisses he’d give a girlfriend. You feel his tongue brush against yours and moan into his mouth.

It’s short— way too short— but you lean back with your lips tasting like him and that’s all your heart can handle for the night. Really it is.

“You should go,” you say finally, blinking away your tears and wiping at your eyes. “Really, I, uh, I have plans tomorrow, so—“

You don’t have plans, none at all. But he nods, kisses your forehead once.

When you’re in bed, you open your phone, text Art. I’m really sorry. You lock it and try to sleep.

[yantako]

Hello! Can i request yandere Malleus , Floyd and Kalim with an s/o who cant feel fear? (Its not that they are brave or anything its a real problem in their brain that they of course cannot fix)

Hi there! Thank you so much for the request!

I have definitely heard of this brain disorder before and honestly, it is really scary to think about it. Not sure if I'm doing it justice though, please forgive me if it doesn't sound like the condition! ><

Anyway, without further ado, let's begin!

Warning: Yandere and dubious elements.

Yandere with a S/O who can't feel fear

ft. Malleus, Floyd & Kalim

Malleus Draconia

• When you two first met, he was surprised that you smiled at him instead of being shocked or scared of him.

• However, because of such a reaction, he grows an interest in you for being so 'brave'.

• Everything would go well with his talks with you, getting to know you better and all, and slowly he started developing feelings for you.

• He'd always known you for being fearless about everything, even in the dangerous situations that you sometimes put yourself through from what he has heard from your stories.

• However, he started to feel curious about what your fearful face might look like and decided to play a small trick on you. Would maybe a giant dragon suffice in scaring you?

• When he saw your first reaction was lacking in fear, he'd try again with bigger and bigger moves. Malleus could feel his tiny smirk slowly distorting into a frown filled with worry and pain. It only became full-fledged anger at the point where it seems as if you didn't even care when the dragon was about to kill you [ of course, with you trapped with no room for escape ]. You didn't even seem remotely afraid as you tried to think of a way to combat this. However, when the situation is so bleak, you used your rational mind to think of the most painless way to go, and that is to tank the hardest hit in hopes of a one-shot KO.

• When you were about to be hit, Malleus immediately stopped the illusion and merely hugged you tightly. He had just wanted to see another side of you but ended up making himself feel like a disaster for putting you through that. He even had some thoughts if you would just give up your life so easily, why didn't you call him to help you?

• You felt pleasantly surprised that he was suddenly in front of you. Happy to see him, you gave him a smile, but also a knowing look when you realised what was going on just from his expression. It's about time you tell him about it.

• When he hears about your condition, his heart sunk.

• From then on, he has you kept by him the entire time. He had a mindset that if you can't feel fear, you won't know your dangers. It only made him more fearful for you.

• He becomes a lot more possessive over you and warier of the people around you, going so far as to cast spells on you without your knowledge.

• He becomes way more protective each time you get injured, on the basis that you cant feel fear even if you explained to him multiple times that you do know your dangers.

• He would do anything to keep you protected at all costs.

Floyd Leech

• Shrimpy! Aren't you scared of me?

• You just witness him punching a bloody student in a secluded area in school. Of course, you did stare for a while and wanted to leave as you presumed this to be troublesome and dangerous for you if you remained.

• However, this tall eel immediately noticed you and dropped the student he was holding. His eyes glinted as if he saw a brand-new toy being served up to him.

• He peered down at you threateningly after cornering you at a wall. However, even as he did that, you didn't show as big of a reaction as he wanted to see. Weren't you supposed to be squirming under him like a worm? Hey, why are you looking away when he's glaring at you!

• At first he thought it was very boring that you gave him such a lukewarm reaction, but when he figured that you were trying to find a way to escape calmly, his curiosity peaked again. He understood that normal people would be in a state of panic and give him their fullest attention in case he would hit them, however, he didn't feel any sense of fear from you but rather, a very cold way of ignoring him.

• With his interests piqued, he decided to let you go after attempting to scare you with his threats. He found it amazing that you showed no signs of fear in such a situation and decided to make his next days fun in school by harassing you.

• He continuously placed you in dangerous situations, even to the point of near-death situations, to simply observe and find entertainment. Well, that is until you actually got a near-death experience which scared the fuck outta him.

• Looking at your pale and weak figure lying in the infirmary, he thought about how much danger he had put you through. Regrets came washing over him. Initially, he thought it was fun and entertaining to watch your fearless gait. But now, he could hear alarms ringing in his head whenever he thinks you are in danger. In some magical and mysterious manner, somehow, he became smitten for you.

• Ever since then after you recovered, Floyd seemed to have a flipped his treatment of you. He would protect you fiercely from even the smallest threats, growling and even resorting to violence even at small teasings people do to you.

• He finally felt as if he had something he needed to do, something motivating him. He had to protect you even if he had to resort to violence and intimidation. He finally got a spark in his heart and he would do his all to protect this spark. Finally, something he could not get bored of. If you aren't scared by his actions, that means you allowed him to do so, right?

• Shrimpy ignited something in him, so you better accept it, okay?

Kalim Al Asim

• Hm? He doesn't understand it. What do you mean you can't feel fear?

• Even after explaining it to him, he still does not understand it.

• That is, until you were kidnapped because of him. When he found you all battered up but yet lighting up when you see him. He had questioned you all the essentials. Why didn't you scream? Why didn't you call for help? Why do you still look so... okay about this situation?

• You chuckled as you joke. "At least I wasn't killed or hit so badly."

• Kalim stared at you for awhile before getting reminded of what you had told him before.

• Ever since then, he decided to take your safety into his own hands, having bodyguards around you and even giving you your own aide so that you could be protected. He just wanted to keep you safe, so please allow this of him, alright?

• Privacy? Is that more important than your safety, darling?

[beowlet]

Hello I SAW THE OPEN REQUESTS AND I SCROLLED UP SO FAST!! I love your work sm, you really captured the essence of the characters + talking abt the love languages was a fun bonus too. Is it fine if I request the Housewardens (or some of them) with a reader who loves to send them letters?💌 But their handwriting is very unintelligible due to it being a chicken scratch/the most extra cursive you could ever see. Either way works, thank you!! ❤️

[Omg i love this]

HOUSEWARDENS WITH A S/O WHO LOVES TO SEND THEM LETTERS, BUT THEIR HANDWRITING IS HARD TO READ.

Headcanons

Cw: Uses of you instead of pronouns, fluff, GN!Reader, NOT proofread. Again.

R. Rosehearts

I feel like Riddle's hand writing is cursive too and wouldn't have too much trouble reading it even if it was a little extra so we'll go with chicken scratch handwriting for him.

He loves that you write letters for him, he really does. He always tries to send one of his own too! But he would love it more if he could actually understand what you were saying.

He can only make out two words, his name and "love". He always writes back in hopes of having understood the letter correctly. Because if he read something wrong and you pointed it out he will die of embarrassment.

HES TRYING

LEAVE HIM ALONE OKAY

He will slowly get used to it and become a [name] translator. He would be so proud too, he finally understands your handwriting and can ACTUALLY read your heartfelt letters.

He blushes and giggles like a highschool girl all the time.

Anytime anyone has trouble reading your hand writing they will go to him. Mostly Ace and Deuce after they ask for your notes.

Wishes your handwriting was a little bit more readable, but he's happy he got the hand of it now.

L. Kingscholar

Definetly knows how to read cursive but will pull a "wtf" face at all the extra shit you put because what is this. Is this even english anymore?? He can't tell if thats an "R" "M" or "N"?? What the fuck did you write?-

Look, he appericiates the letters. But try not to make him think hes having a stroke while reading it. Please. What is this? Why? Is there anyone in the world that can read curaive like this???

Will out right just text you.

Will feel bad after he finds out it was just a letter where you were talking about how much you loved him, expect him to buy you a buqoet of your favorite flowers soon.

He feels bad.

Will soon probably understand some of your letters and thank you in text form.

You thought he would write back? Oh honey no. This man is too lazy to get up on his ass and sit down on his desk to write. He might make Ruggie do it for him tho.

However if you were mad at him thats a different story. He might write a letter... along with a few more gifts... maybe...

Anything for you to forgive him.

A. Ashengrotto

Ik this man has so fucking extra cursive writing like how and why. Why do you need that many loops for one letter IT DOESNT LOOK PRETTY IT LOOKS CURSED AZUL.

I'm kidding it def looks pretty... so for Azul we're going with chicken scratch!

He would be so confused if he saw a letter just hanging around in his office, and it's a letter that he cant even read. He'll just be confused standing in his office trying to read it. Not even realising that you signed it, he was still trying to read the first word.

After a while he just gave up and called for Floyd, knowing his handwriting wasn't any better and assumed he could read it.

"Dear, Azul. I know I don't have to write a letter because I can literally just text you but I thought it would be fun to write a letter where I explained how much I lo-" "NO OKAY GIVE ME THAT BACK-"

Floyd is telling Jade so they can both bully Azul for being so stupid and not being able to read his own lover's hand writing.

He wants to know what it says so he can write back a letter... but he doesn't know anyone that would be able to read it without teasing him.

Spends a night trying to read it and writes back a letter.

Is about to sob when you send him another one, HE LOVES YOU BUT HE CAN'T READ YOUR LETTERS SPARE HIM PLEASE.

K. Al-asim

He would love the idea of sending eachother letters! He thinks its romantic and even if it's a little silly you write to eachother even though you could visit eachother any time of the day he doesn't care. It's cute. Very.

I don't think he can read cursive... he knows he has to learn but he's struggling. A lot.

I also don't think Kalim has very neat or very chaotic handwriting that nobody can read it but I think it can definetly get a little messy in his notebooks sometimes. So, cursive with extra stuff for Kalim!

He would explode with happines when he finds a love letter sitting on his desk with your name on it. He's over the moon.

As soon as he sees it he runs over, picks it up and opens it to read it. Only to be met with a page full of loops. A lot of them... an awful lot that Kalim thought you just scribbled the page for a momment.

First he's determined to read what you've wrote without asking for any help from Jamil!

Yeah that lasts like 15 minutes he goes to Jamil a little quicker than he would like to.

He tried! That's what matters... right?

Jamil spends about 15 minutes trying to read the first few sentences before FINALLY understanding the letters and reading it to Kalim. Kalim just sits there with a love-struck stupidly cute smile as he listens to Jamil readint the letter.

Is definetly writing back a reponse and making this a thing between you two.

Jamil has to suffer through your sappy letters as Kalim makes him read all of them.

Help my boy he isn't exactly happy.

V. Schoenheit

He can read really any handwriting perfectly no matter how extra or "awful" it is. But if it's just a page filled with random lines and so called letters mixed together I'm very sure he'll pull a "wtf" face :D Chicken scratch for Vil!!

He appericiates the thought! He really does! He's increidbly happy to recieve a letter from you! But why. Why does your handwriting have to be this way? Why like just why?

Do you need help? He can definetly give you writing lessons on how to improve your handwriting. He can pay for it if you think it would be embarrassing to do it with him, he can find online course-

He would think all of this but never mention any of it. He doesn't wanna break your heart.

But I think he'd def have a lot of fun trying to read your handwriting when he's bored. He would sit down and try to figure out what was written like it was some sort of puzzle and would just smile happily everytime he got a full sentence.

He would give you a kiss for every love letter he recieves <33

Would he write back? Not all the time but would write once in a while about how deep his feelings are for you.

M. Draconia

Homeboy here has been alive for a bit over a hundred years I think he's capable of reading many different types of handwriting. But imagine his shock when he finds a one he actually can't read.

Malleus is a little old compared to humans we all know that, this man has seen lots of different types of handwriting but he's definetly used to different types of and extra cursive handwritings. So we'll go for chicken scratch for him!

I feel like he'd be the first one to ever send a letter in your relationship honestly! When he recieves back a letter our fae boy is smiling happily as he excitedly opens the letter only to pause and... try to read whatever language that is.

Will go to Lilia. Like, immediately. He is definetly going to make fun of you after that. No way Lilia is letting something like that slide especially when Malleus came to him all confused.

Nobody can tell me Lilia isn't used to terrible handwritings and can just zoom through what seems like gibberish.

Malleus will listen as Lilia reads the letter for him and he can just feel himself falling deeper and deeper for you.

He wants to see you afterwards immediatelly. He is now clingy, wants hugs, kisses and every kind of physical affection you can give him.

So what if he teleported to your dorm and is currently towering over your bed? Give him the love he deserves!

[kaivenom]

Getting in trouble

Summary: you expect your day to go peacefully with your crew arriving to a new village until some boy with a straw hat messes your day.

Pairing: Monkey d. Luffy x reader

Warning: robbing a bank?

Masterlist

The sun was shinning and the ocean was calm, thats how you started the day, optimist and peacefully... right now, you are running from the marines with a strange boy with a strawhat.

"Ahhhh, this is really fun, you should join my crew."

"What?! How can you be talking about that right now?! And beside i have my own crew."

His gum arm traps you and lifts you two in the air thru the buildings. You took that oportunity to start to shoot some of the marines, not deadly, of course. He got to the top of the bell tower of the village and finally put you down.

"I don't like being carried, less when it's like that."

"What did you mean when you said you had your crew?"

"I am a captain, i am (y/n), i have the same bounty as Boa Hancock, but because i don't look as pretty as her many people doesn't know me."

"You are more pretty than Boa," His face was absolutely clueless and that comment made you blush.

"Th-thanks, you are pretty handsome too,"

"Thanks, but i am not going to forgive you," you didn't understabd what he was talking about, "i wanted you on my crew... But i am a captain too and i know that a bond with your crew is unbreakable."

He sat on the ground making a sad face like a little child who cant have a candy, it's cute. You went to sit next to him.

"Today i thought It would be a normal day, enjoying the new village my ship arrived to, buying new things, eating food... and instead i ended up involved on a fight with the marines thanks to your appetite and your lack of money," he let out a little laugh at your tale of the day, "at least tell me your name."

"Oh, right, i'm Mugiwara Luffy, the next pirate king."

"Ooohhh, you are that Mugiwara, that's awesome, but i must say that i am going to be the pirate queen, maybe we can get to an agreement where we can both be pirate royalty."

It looked like he didn't like that idea but he didn't say anything to complain. Some time later the marines abandoned the search of you two so you decided to go down.

"Well, i think i will go back to my crew, i think they will be searching for me, don't get in trouble without me, i hope we see again," and just like that Mugiwara runned away.

And then you thought, if you already had a chaotic morning then it would be worthy to have an equally chaotic afternoon.

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Robbin the bank of the village with your second in command can be considered a risky move but you had all the adrenaline of the previous morning on your body and you needed to rush it out. It was really fun, running around with big bags full of berry and explosions behind. The ship was already visible, you ordered your crew to get going without you, to save time.

You saw a ship with the bow in shape of a lion or a sun, it's just running fast thru that ship and jump to yours, easy. You start to pass at high speed when you saw Mugiwara.

"(y/n)!? what!?" he had a piece of meat on his mouth.

"I was just robbing a bank, sorry to pass thru your ship and couldn't stop to take dinner," you did a goodbye sign and jumped to your ship.

"I thought you agreeded to not get in trouble without me," he shouted.

"I never said that, but maybe the next time, i am more than glad to renegotiate our deal about the pirate title."

"Never! that would only happen if we get married and i am not going to marry someone who doesn't wait for me to do trouble," that comment made you blush, officially he is completely clueless about compliments.

"We will see that Mugiwara, until our next meeting," you tried to sound fierce but the previous remark keeps repeating on your head.

"Count on it!!!!" you two didn't say it but you two hoped that encounter happens sooner that later.

[urnothere12]

Could you write something where Axl and Reader are childhood best friends and lovers. Total opposites. She leaves Lafayette with him but when he was starting to get famous he cheated on her.

she caught them in the act and instead of being angry she got sad because she had a feeling it would happen one day with the Rockstar life style. While the other woman rush out reader just stood there looking at him with a sad expression while he cried and begged for her forgiveness. She walked slowly, sat on the bed then asked him softly to go shower because he smells like her, he gets scared because he thinks she's gonna run away while he's in there but she promises to still be there when he gets back. When he finishes washing himself he finds her sitting up in bed, sheets, blankets and pillows changed looking down at her hands and he's speechless because he doesn't wanna say or do anything, he just wants to stop time right there. She looks up at him and pats to the spot beside her, so he hops into bed and she lays on his chest, knowing it'll be the last time she does it. He cries softly into her hair and she makes circles with her fingers on his chest. "You know I can't stay right? That wouldn't be fair, on both of us." She says and he just keeps apologizing. They both eventually fall asleep but when axl wakes up, she's gone.

Gnr goes onto be one of the biggest bands in the world, none of them have heard from reader since the incident, and none of them speak of her like she's a taboo topic, it's like they tricked themselves into thinking the sweetest human they'd ever met wasn't even apart of their lives. That was till axl speaks about her in an interview, keeping her name anonymous but telling their love story and how it ended, leaving a secret message at the end for her to hear. The next day his manager says he has a guest, as soon as he saw the back of her head he knew it was her, he picked up his pace and a smile lit up his face until she turned around and he saw a small diamond on her finger. They talk about they're lives, reader went to college and became a teacher, both of them avoiding the elephant in the room for as long as possible, knowing it'll hurt when it's spoken. "So you got married" axl says, secretly hoping it's just for decoration. "Yes" reader replies and his heart dropped. "He treating you right?" Axl asks with his fists clenched. "Oh Axl, he's the sweetest, maybe one day you'll meet him" she says with a slight smile looking down at her hands, but she knows they'll never be close enough to be in each other's lives again.

I cant think of a way to end this, but he's sad and she walks off feeling bitter sweet.

Hiiii I’m so sorry it’s late but it’s finally here! Hope you enjoy it!

Patience

words: 979

Warnings: *angst* *cussing* *heartbreak* *cheating*

You and Axl have a long sweet history. You were his best friend and you've been his girlfriend since you both were 16. You and Axl are total opposites that is what made your guy’s on-and-off relationship more compelling. You and Axl left Lafayette together in 1982. Around 1985 Guns n Roses started to get more well-known. Axl had cheated on you multiple times but you keep deciding to forgive him. When you finally feel that he would not cheat on you he does. You catch Axl fucking some other woman in your guys’s bed. You open the door and watch them making love. You enter the room. 

“I didn't know I swear, If I did know I never would have been here,” the woman says filled with shame and embarrassment. She gives Axl a hateful glare as she rushes to the bathroom. The other woman quickly rushes to the bathroom, puts her clothes on, and rushes out the door. You wait to speak until the other woman leaves.

“Oh Axl,” you say with a sting of disappointment and sadness in your face.

“Y/N no please forgive me I beg you Y/N please just forget this and we will start all over again,” Axl begs and cries. 

You slowly walk over to the bed without saying anything to him. You sit down.

“Axl please go take a shower you smell like her,” you say softly with tears welling in your eyes.

“Y/N if I go shower you're going to run away. I know you are” Axl says sadly.

“Axl I promise I'm not going to run away,” You say reassuringly to Axl.

Axl heads on into the bathroom and you hear the shower running. He takes 40 minutes to wash off the other woman's scent thoroughly. When he exits the bathroom with his wet red hair he finds you sitting on the bed that you changed everything about. You changed the sheets, you changed the pillows and you changed the blankets. He finds you looking at your hands. He doesn't want to say or do anything. He just wishes he could stop time right there. Axl's thoughts are interrupted when you look up at him and pat the spot beside you. You're inviting Axl on the bed and he accepts the invitation. Axl lets you lay on his chest. He knows that you have had enough of his cheating bullshit and it was the last time you would ever cuddle together. He starts to cry into your hair because of his realization. You slowly start to comfort Axl by making small circles on his chest.

“Axl you know I can't stay right? That wouldn't be fair on both of us” you say quietly.

“Y/N I am sorry that I hurt you,”  Axl says while crying.

You don't respond to him. After a couple of minutes, both of you fall asleep in each other's arms. It's now 7 a.m Axl is still asleep and you decide to grab your things and quietly slip out the door. 

It's now 9:06 and when Axl wakes up all your things are gone and you're nowhere to be seen in his sight. Axl is incredibly sad and he's hurting.

After 6 years go by it's now 1988 and this is when Guns n Roses got famous. None of them have heard from you after you left Axl. They never speak about you but still have internalized thoughts of you. They truly did believe that you were the kindest person they had ever met and they were sad that you weren't a part of their lives anymore. You watch an interview about guns.

“Do you have anyone that is special to you?” the interviewer asks Axl.

“Well, there was this special lady who I truly still care about. I’ve hurt plenty of times. Me and I were good friends in Lafayette and we met at school. We dated on and off for about 5 years. I eventually left Lafayette with her and it all ended after a couple of years.” Axl reminiscences.

 “Listen old lover of Lafayette, if you still want to meet, I'm here like the sun that never went away. All you need is a little patience.” Axl says into the screen with a hopeful glint in his softened eyes.

You immediately knew what he was talking about. He made the message for you the first time he got caught cheating on you. The next day the manager goes to Axl. 

“We have a guest,” the manager says.

Axl sees the back of your brown hair and he knows it's you. A smile lit up on his face as he watched you turn around. He spotted a small diamond on her finger. You go up to Axl and you start to conversate with him.

“Hi Axl,” you say, forcing a smile on your face.

“I missed you Y/N,” Axl says quietly.

“So what have you been up to?” you ask Axl.

“Well the band got famous and you know where I am now,” Axl says softly.

Axl reciprocates the question you asked him.

“I went to college back in Lafayette and I went back to California to become a teacher.” You say.

“So you got married?” Axl asks, hiding the pain on his face.

“Yes, I did,” you say smiling. 

“Is he treating you right?” Axl asks, forcing a smile on his face. His fists are clenched and it secretly hurts you but you want him to feel the hurt.

"Oh Axl, he's the sweetest, maybe one day you'll meet him," you say smiling while looking down at your hands.

You know that you and Axl won't be close in each other's lives again and that hurts you and him deeply. Axl is very hurt and starts to tear up and you walk off feeling bittersweet.

[yourlocalstranger123]

Tignari & Cyno

Reader as kind of a sugar daddy/mommy [the atmosphere while typing this is so fcking awkward 🥲]

Warning:NSFW,

Apologies advanced: I'm sorry if you didn't want to use a strap, but right now, I'm not in the mood or have enough energy to write a separate one for F! reader and also F! Reader strap, it has fake cum as she has a button to release it.

This is the backup writing for you to enjoy since im going to take like more than a week to write the flirty villain [kinda?], Creator writing.

Characters: Tignari & Cyno.

Content/parts:

First: crack with sugar daddy/mommy reader. [Kinda?]

—NSFW—

(1.) Cyno's punishment [you're here!]

(2.) Cyno with tignari and care taker Reader. (Or nurse/doctor reader)

(3.) Tignari aphrodisiac mushroom

(4.) Tignari's heat.

(5.) Cyno & tignari x Eremite Reader

Note for content: cyno & tignari x Eremite reader. Ik, it sounds random, but the idea from it was: HAVE YOU SEEN THOSE EREMITES? THEY. ARE. H0T. 😳 YOU CANT SAY NO, THEY AREEEE. PLEASEE. I WOULD LITTERALLY GO ON MY KNEES FOR THEM—

[That what my friend told me to put. Honestly, I would do the same...]

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Tignari + Cyno

Cyno litterally makes 10x more jokes than usual around you. Even though it doesn't really make you laugh, you think it's enjoyable. While Tignari....not so much- Which he is glad at. Oh, his reaction is so cute and funny when you gave him limited edition cards. Except when he said that he'll pay for it even though it's a gift...

"This...is for me? W- wait! I'll pay you 1 million mora tor these!"

"Cyno. It's a gi—"

"2 million mora?"

"...." *friendly but firm holding of his shoulders*

"It's. a. gift."

"..."

"..."

"2 million, 500 thousand mora—?"

"Cyno, if you keep talking about giving me mora for a damn gift, I will literally go around Teyvat and even sell my f-cking soul to get more."

"Yes ma'am/sir-" *feeling shivers down his spine. Although....why does he feel hard down there—*

Dang. He made sure he'll never make you mad. Tignari is just mentally slapping himself on the forehead at this. You still give him the limited edition cards everytime it was released.

Tignari always thanked you for your kindness for playing supplies to do what he needs as a forest watcher. Although you still pay and give him stuff even though he has more than enough already....

"Ah, [name]. I already have more than enough. Thanks for offering though—"

"Accept. It."

Tignari with trembling hands as he accepts your forceful gift. Yeah, he ain't going to be on your bad or evil side. Hope to the archons that Cyno doesn't go too far.

....At least he can spoil himself with your gifts.

~`♡°•—~`♡°•—NSFW—~`♡°•—~`♡°•

(1.)

CYNO'S PUNISHMENT

"Hah....how many times have I told you, don't touch yourself?"

Cyno whined. He struggled trying to get free from the ropes and touch you. "M' sorryy!" and "Please!" Comes out of his mouth.

"If you keep whining with that mouth of yours, I'll gag it."

Cyno immediately shuts up when you say that as your hand tightens around his thigh. Letting out a whimper as a plea.

"First, you went home injured without even stopping to get a doctor or even at Tignari's. His house is way closer! And now you're breaking our rules? Touching yourself without permission. Now that's not what good boys do."

Cyno whined, wanting to beg for your mercy and forgiveness, but you didn't let him. He choked on a moan as he felt your knee rubbing against his crotch.

"Aren't you enjoying this too much? Maybe I shouldn't touch you for a whole week...."

Cyno cried a plea to keep touching him. He leaned onto your shoulder, sobbing in pleasure as it overwhelmed him.

Suddenly, Tignari came in. He paused as he saw the sight of Cyno tied up on your bed, and you pinning Cyno down on it. You turned around seeing tignari cover his drooling mouth as his ears slightly tilted downwards. His face is red as his ears twitched.

Tignari just stands there, watching the lewd scene of Cyno panting as he begs to have your touch. Tignari snapped out of his thoughts when you told him to come here. He kneeled beside you, gripping his pants in hopes you don't know. You rub his ears as he softly moans. Biting his lips to refrain the noise further but failing. His ears twitched when he saw Cyno already looked fucked out when you finally start stroking him as you finger him, kissing his prostate. You can feel his hole tightening and his cock twitching for attention, knowing that he'll cum.

"P- please? Wan- Na- cUuM!!"

Tignari tried helping him get over the edge, but you stopped him by tugging his tail, which maid him yelp as pre-cum sticks onto his pants. Cyno's eyes shot wide open as you stopped your movement, edging him. He squirmed as he clenched around nothing. He started sobbing, spreading his arms open and closing and opening his hands, wanting you to come over to him and touching him :(

He was laid down on the bed as Tignari got on top of him. Leaning in to kiss him. You let what Tignari wishes and desires to do with Cyno as you watch in amusement. Cyno pants in heavy blush, silently whining at Tignari to touch him already. Tignari easily gave in his pleading, taking off his pants and undergarments. Pumping both of their cocks.

Tignari's ears twitched as the fully tilted downwards. Cyno's legs started to tremble as he covered his mouth. They both rolled their eyes, saliva running down their chin as they both looked fucked out. Tignari finally fell on Cyno as his body gave up, supporting him.

Cyno flinched when he felt a cold medal going into his hole. He moaned into the sensation as he squirmed. It was a butt plug. You started fingering tignari as he whined but didn't stop you. Instead, he slowly tried thrusting back to make you go deeper as his head was thrown back when he felt your fingers abusing his prostate.

"Ngh— [name]...! Stop teasing me and put it in already– UgAhhH~!"

He felt his mind gone blank when you started pistoling his hole. He bit Cyno's shoulder to refrain his desperate moans, leaving a mark. Cyno soon felt pleasure overridden pain, whimpering in pleasure. Cyno watches everything drowsily with lust as he gets hard again. He kissed Tignari, making out with him.

"Mnm~ ah!! W- wait, slow down! I'm cuMinG!"

He came, ears twitching as Cyno grabs him and kisses him. The last string snapped when Tignari clenched around you, making you cum in him as he whined from being do full

F! Reader: You decided to finally give him his little reward [unlike Cyno, who broke the rule] pressing the button as Tignari drooled at the feeling of being so full

You put Tignari on the other side of the bed. Cyno starts to kneel on his knees, obediently waiting for you. He laid his head on your legs, eyes practically saying that he wants to have his turn to be ruined and fucked.

He teased you and tried to rile you up by showing the butt plug you put in him.

"Please....I've been good, haven't I?"

Pouting for your attention. You pretended to be thinking about it even though you'll give him a reward anyway.

I- I'll ride you! Pleasee? I just want you in me!!"

And here he is, riding you like it's the last time. He felt so full of you, touching the bulge that was caused by you, made him closer to the edge. You put your hands on his hips, helping him get to his climax as he cries a silent scream. He flopped onto your chest as he snores and slept soundly. You should probably wash them early in the morning, but for now, they will sleepily cuddle you.

[itsjaywalkers]

been thinking about the regulus & walburga ivent a mom who wants to be saved post for. days. DAYS laurie!!!!!! because like, to me, walburga is sirius’ devil. he’s not really capable of seeing her as anything else than his abusive mom. incapable of seeing her as a person. which is why it’s ’’’’easier’’’’ for him to leave. BUT REGULUS DOESSSSSSS. regulus sees his mom as a person and he loves her in this deeply twisted way and cant leave and/or abandon her because he’s just. cursed. to also see her as a person. ive been feeling so sick over this and it’s all your fault……..

JEN!!!!! I FEEL YOU!!!!! THEY HAVEN'T LEFT MY MIND FOR A SINGLE SECOND!!!!!

i agree with u, i think sirius sees walburga as his abuser, as a monster. even if there might a part of him who sort of . still craves her love and approval, he can't see past the abuse. he's able to leave the family, turn his back on her and cut all ties. stop seeing her as his mother even. he doesn't think walburga can be saved, and even if she could be, sirius probably wouldn't want to. he doesn't think he ever loved him, and he can't forgive her

regulus, however.. not only does he love walburga, he also wholeheartedly believes she loves him back. even if it's in her own fucked up way. that's one of the reason why he stays, i think. he's loyal to a fault, and family is always the most important thing for him (he's a black after all). at the end of the day, and despite all the wrong she's done and all the pain she's caused, walburga is still a person to regulus. she makes mistakes and she hurts him, but she's his mother. everything she does is out of love for him. that's enough for him to forgive her. or, maybe not exactly forgive her, but to endure. and deep down, regulus thinks he can save her. he wants to, more than anything, but the truth is that she doesn't want to be. she doesn't believe she needs to, but even if she did, she wouldn't allow it

that's why i loveeee to explore reg's dynamic with his parents, especially with walburga. i have a few stories in which he leaves with sirius, or leaves after him, and also cuts all ties etc. but in my True Version of regulus.. he can never abandon them. even if he ends up moving out or reconnecting with sirius, he always keeps in contact with both walburga and orion. he can't help it. those are his parents, and he's always gonna love them, despite the ugly and despite the pain, because that's what family is supposed to be, to him!!!

[i-know-you-know-we-know-lee-know]

Skz maknae line react to being called good boy

Sorry it took to long for me to get the second part out

Writers block is a bitch😭

Warnings: mildly suggestive fluff, cursing, mentions of food, i love felix, fuck commas (i suck at grammar plz forgive me)

Han

Confused

Absolutely baffled

Questioning life

Literally malfunctioning

Scene~

The two of you were lying in bed ready to fall asleep.

There was only one problem

You were extremely cold

Han, who was out in the hallway closet getting you blankets, was not cold

You would never understand how he could never be cold when you were literally becoming an iceblock

When Han came back from the closet holding three more blankets you held out your arms and he places them in your lap where you set to work making a nest out of them

"good boy"

You say randomly, still wrapping blankets around you

Han, who had been walking around the foot of your bed, tripped on one of the legs and almost fell flat on his face

You look up, startled, only to see Han's red face looking back at you

"baby~ you cant just say things like that out of the blue"

He whined, crawling over to your side of the bed and laying facedown next to you

You laughed, ruffling his hair and cuddling into your blanket cocoon

"if i knew you would react like this i would have said it to you a lot sooner"

You giggle as he burys his face in the sheets in embarrassment

Only when he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest did you realise he may have liked it a little more than you had realised

Uhm

That ones up for interpretation i guess

🥴

Felix

😭

Poor boy doesn't know how to react

You were making brownies with Felix, a tradition you had started when you first started dating.

Felix.exe has stopped working

Absolutely confused

You both knew the recipe by heart so there was no need to ask each other what to do

"Felix can you get me the sugar? It should be in the middle shelf on the left"

You call to your boyfriend, who opens the cabinet and pulls the container of sugar out and hands it to you.

"good boy"

You say, placing the sugar down on the counter

Felix looks down at you and you watch as his expressions change from surprise, confusion, embarrassment, and back to confused embarrassment in a matter of seconds

"i- what? What did you say? Don't say that-"

You break down laughing on the floor as your boyfriend splutters out excuses and his face turns progressively more red

He too, crouches down on the floor next to you and you can practically hear the gears turning in his head as to what this means

"i dont know how to feel"

He burst out, and you start laughing again because who knew felix would look so cute embarrassed?

AJSJSJSB

I love him so much it hurts sometimessjdkdjsj

HES SO CUTE 😭

Seungmin

Boy does not give a fuck

Will literally look you in the eyes and say nothing

Then walk away

Like?

You had been sick the past few days and had been lying in bed basically doing nothing

Seungmin, being the supportive bf he was, had been tending to your every need for the past few days

"minnie can you get me a glass of water, my throat feels really dry"

You croak out, watching as he springs up to get you a glass of water from the kitchen

He soon returns with your beloved glass of water in hand and gives it to you

"good boy"

You say without thinking, as you take a sip of water

Seungmin just looked at you, blinked a few times and then turned on his heel and walked out of your bedroom

"wait no come back-"

You cough-laughed as you realised what you had just said to him

"minnie please~"

You whine, watching with satisfaction as his face turns slightly pink when he turns to face you

You pout and he sighs, coming back into your bedroom reluctantly

"the way you said that made me feel wierd"

You laugh again, taking another sip of your water

"its crazy i mean you think your in love with me or something"

He frowns at you, taking your empty glass from you

"ill go fill this back up again"

He mutters, red face still visible to you

Okay maybe he cares a little

Just a little

Jeongin

Flustered little boi

So confused though

In his head he's like

???

WhY mE?

You and your boyfriend were out on a grocery shopping trip because you had been running low on a few things.

"can you go and fet some eggs while i look at the chips?"

You say, placing your basket on the ground a d examining the massive wall of chip bags in front of you

"yeah ill be right back"

Your boyfriend responds, heading down the aisle to look for eggs

You, in the meantime keep looking at the massive selection infront of you, eventually picking out two bags

Soon your boyfriend comes back with eggs in hand and places them in the basket at your feet

"good boy"

You say, turning to show one of the chip bags to him

"do you think we should get this one instead of the normal one or-"

You stop, staring at his flustered expression with confusion

"are you okay? Did i do something?"

You ask, laughing at him slightly as he shakes his head

"it was nothing..."

You chuckle at his response, picking up your basket and smiling to yourself

"maybe i should say good boy more if it means i get to see you like this"

"... "

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ARG SO CUTE PATOOTIE

I suck at dialogue lol

[rollup2theparty]

—₊˚⊹♡ round & round! eunseok

❦ cold and aloof, it drives you nearly insane how difficult this man is to read. your blood boils at the thought of him, yet you seem to encounter his impeccable being in every spot of your mind. by some twist of fate, the two of you find yourselves trapped behind the locked doors after hours with nothing but fragile silence and a lot hanging at the tip of your tongue.

౨ৎ HIGHSCHOOL AU (fem!reader x s.eunseok)

⟡ enemies to lovers / mutual pining / forced proximity

⚠︎ minor angst / sfw

notes!! y/n is slightly embarrassing forgive me but she has it together i promise (NOT PROOFREAD YET)

cold and aloof, it drives you nearly insane how difficult this man is to read. from snoring through class or absent-mindedly staring out the classroom window, as the reigning rank 5 and class president you cant seem to figure out how this privileged jerk seems to not have a single care in the world despite being 4th from the bottom. his desks and lockers overflowed with snacks and flirty post it notes from his many admirers, and he doesn't seem to care. not like you were unpopular yourself, you never let the admiration get to your head but he? he's an inhospitable, cold blooded pain in the ass who conveniently has a face sculpted by the Gods. a face you find yourself thinking about a lot before you go to sleep (angrily, of course). he is a glass half empty person with a muted demeanor and you always thought of yourself as a person with a lot of love to give. really there is no better combination in the face of this earth. your hands are itchy with the urge to poke at him until his face explodes, or do basically anything to see him show emotions for once but your pride reprimands you to sit still.

the 6pm rush hour trip could give anyone a stroke, thats why you avoid it at all costs (its totally not because you know eunseok rides the 730pm bus after his basketball practice). your day starts and ends with his figure, a few seats in front of you on the 0119. how "unlucky" do you have to be to be stuck on the same commute to and from school daily? oh the disdain for his unchanging figure. every single day without fail, he sits next to a window with two wired earphones plugged in each ear, head off into space. a brawl could ensue and he would still be seated there, perfect unmoved. like being pulled in with a magnet, your pupils could never seem to wander elsewhere, even when foxy shy freshmen giggle as they hand out their phones in hopes of a connection. how can you erase this blurring unwanted regard when he haunts your every breath? your blood boils at the thought of him, yet you seem to encounter his impeccable being in every spot of your mind. sometimes you wished the bus would crash into a pole, maybe that'll stop you from thinking.

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friday mornings always caused your heart rate to fluctuate, it flutters with the thought of a weekend of glory ahead of you. but today its beating hard for a different reason. you scan each passenger a multitude of times, yet you can't see the sight of him. he's a no show. your brain scrambles for possible explanations, 'his parents gave him a ride? he got up late? he's home with a fever? gasp he's on his death bed?? no, he moved halfway across the country to be with his secret lover?? god no'. manually, you shut down your brain's intrusive notions and instead you force out a sigh of relief. yeah, maybe this is a blessing in disguise. the school festival was coming up and as a proud student council member, you had a lot to prepare for and everything would be made easier without a constant mind interference.

"attention, all students are expected to be dismissed by 530pm due to the forecast of tonight's upcoming thunderstorm, expect school doors to be locked by 6." the muffled voice over the intercom sends the classroom into a frenzy but everything other than your half done event proposal was mere white noise. your were ambitious by nature and by the work of some deity, today your mind was on focus mode, not even the clutter of joy behind you could get you to lift your head from the word file on your laptop. you were invincible, typing in the speed of light. you were at an intellectual high only to be washed down low with a light tap on your desk. breath halting, you were ready to give the coarse, senseless dimwit a good mouth beating until you lock eyes with his.

"y/n. im late, please hand this to our homeroom teacher." his voice departs from his lips in a monotone as he places his tardy slip on your desk.

"me?" you ask, almost hopeful.

"admin staff said to give it to the class president."

"oh! yes of course, i'll hand it to mr lee during recess, if thats okay with you. do you need anything-"

"thanks." frigidly, eunseok halts your ramble with a flat bread smile and a close up view of his back as he walks away.

no this isn't the first time he talked to you. he apologized once when he accidentally poked you with his umbrella at the bus stop, and another time when water bottle made you trip during recess. he remained reticent even when he bumped into your shoulder in the cafeteria, only offering a slight dip in his head as an apology. granted he doesn't actually speak to anyone beside his friend group, today marks the third.

oh you were in a constant bind, like a swing that tumbled from one side on another with the passing wind. do you like him? do you hate him? you two barely spoke, barely interacted but he called you by name. 'y/n'. oh you're aware you sound borderline delusional and psychotic but the ring of your name will forever be intimate. no one, not even your subject teachers or closest friends ever refer to you by 'y/n'. it had always been 'class president', nothing more nothing less. you've been crowned as the classroom's leader since elementary school, at this point there should be a ceremonial plague with your name engraved on it, thats how often you had the throne. people say the main thing that ties a human to their identity is their birth name, well this position is yours. you hear the title more than anything else, at one point you wonder if that should be what would be written on your headstone. so why does your name sound so natural when it rolls of his tongue?

your mind was balancing on a rather precarious tipping point when a reality check crashes onto you. every second you spend on this superficial distress is a second wasted. you were sitting there mouth agape, fighting a dilemma you didn't physically have, over some guy who barely acknowledged your existence when mid year examinations are soon and the school festival counts on your ability to drive it to success. you are a standalone piece, confident and able. a crush? unrequited love? some things are just so minuscule in this great world of troubles. you drag yourself back to earth by the hair and untangle your bundle of thoughts, you had to focus on what was important.

by lunch time, you were a changed man.

“hey, did mr lee get my slip?” he questioned as you crouch by your decorated locker at the far corner of the room. without missing a beat, you nod soullessly and wander back to your seat. but not before you look into his eyes. there was something more than an empty stare, yet you wasted no time jumping into conclusions. you could no longer drown yourself in an pool of wishful thinking

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not even a split second after the ring of the dismissal bell and you were out of your seat, making a bee line through the chorus and chaos of the narrow hallway. the pop up notice declaring your impending doom gave you adrenaline like no other. '5%', the glaring red battery symbol taunted you to break into a sprint. your campus was the size of a local mall but the only decent place with electrical sockets was the desolate east wing library. does this make any sense? absolutely not. even while bolting, you make time to write up a mental note to file an official complaint to the office.

you shut the unnecessarily heavy door behind you and in the nick of time you manage to breathe life back into your computer. with 30 minutes on the clock, you knew you could finish up the paper in 20, giving you a perfect 10 to pack up and leave before they lock up. your epiphany of plans is interrupted by a trickle of footsteps and the bump of a book to its spot on a bookshelf. you were never one to believe in ghosts but then and there your heart was tied up into a knot. maybe all the tales told by the bonfire last camp season finally got to you. your skittish hello echoed through the airtight room to no avail. would this be a life changing episode about your first ever encounter with a ghostly apparition? while it would make for a good application story, you silently beg with your life for any possible logical explanation.

from shelf to shelf, you tiptoe across with your breath held tight. 3/4 your way into the room, you manage to convince yourself it was nothing but the sound of the rumbling, worn out and abused air conditioner. yet you don't stop checking (for good measure). as the tip of your toes hits the floor of the final shelf, you feel the fear finally catch up to you, it was as if the room is closing in, you feel the motion in your gut as the world around you spins in a blur and like clockwork, the lights turn off. in an instant, the blurry pandemonium crashes into a black purgatory of nothingness.

a rock is now permanently lodged in your throat and you struggle to swallow the saliva that has run dry. you scream as if an invisible knife sliced your heart open and your mouth goes numb. the muscles holding up your limbs are forced to halt and you fall to your knees. you swear if anything else happens, you would melt together with the ground to form nothing but a puked up puddle of a mess. together with the prerequisite drizzle to the forewarned rain, a tap to your shoulder almost sent you running for the heavens.

"y/n?" there it was, again. the same word, the same intonation of voice. the arms that wrapped around your knees as you crouched fell back and you finally muster up the courage to look up.

this was all either a figment of your hallucination or that by some twist of fate, eunseok was standing over you. somehow, through a series of (un)fortunate events, you came to a quick conclusion that the latter was true. hesitantly, you pull yourself together and got up to your feet with the help of his offering hand. it seems that even in a situation like this, your heart can't help but flutter at thought of his touch. your dedication to a love life of abstinence down the drain just like that.

you only manage to mutter a subdued "thank you" before rushing to the door for some air. you've studied there enough times to know the door is a pull not a push, but no matter how hard you tug on the handle, the obnoxiously large gateway just wouldn't budge. your heart pounds against the safeguard of your chest as you feel the hot air of his steady breath on the crown of your head. he approaches your side only to be greeted with the same futile attempt over a shut door. they must have locked up early unbeknownst to the both of you when you lost your mind over a pseudo shadow encounter.

sometimes life throws out a wild card and traps you behind the locked doors of the school library after hours. no amount of knocking, yelling or pulling on the shut knob of the oak door could save you from this ticklish torture. with the gush of the pouring rain interfering with cell service, your sanguine shot at dialing any number on your phone also lets you down. you flounder to the ground with your back against the wall, your energy depleted and your hope ran slim.

"we'll have to wait until the morning staff clocks in in the morning." to your disbelief, he broke the fragile silence.

eunseok took the spot across from you with his back against a collection of encyclopedias. you briefly message your parents in hopes that the signal would come through when the shower starts to fade. out of his black nike heritage backpack, he pulls out two bottles of peach soda and an uneaten sandwich only to tear into halves, mindlessly offering you each a piece. does he not know how staggering each and every one of his moves make you?

"the gs25 egg sandwiches and this sparkling drink are my all time favorites, thank you" you chirp, in effort to kill the stuffy air.

"i know, i got it in the convenient store across from our station" he muttered, unthinking.

his brazen declaration made you choke, your esophagus begs to breathe as a piece of toast hinds its entrance. your brain instantaneously flashes back to the plastic bottle that would sit on the right corner of your desk after recess. you always assumed it was an underclassmen braving declaring their interest but now you've come to realize that you have never expressed your interest in it anywhere else other than during the long waits at your bus stop.

whatever bit of rationale left in you begs you to not get ahead of yourself. you, however, takes it as a green light to make conversation.

"hey, do you know what major you're choosing for college counseling?"

"child psychology." eunseok's answer startles you. you were guessing finance or accounting, something to match his logical disposition.

"but my grades are unsteady so im unsure." he says in passing.

"let me tutor you." you offer with vigor and he nods near automatically, you were almost sure you could see him fight a smile.

"we take the same bus home, we can review a bit on our way back. only if you would like to of course, i can come up with a learning plan."

he beats his reddish flush to speak, "can we start right now? we have time to kill." you softly tap the space next to you twice and he gets up before you even finish the first.

the two of you have never been in such close proximity of each other. you have always been in his orbit, but it was never enough to make contact. if eunseok was the unwavering earth and you were the persevering moon.

you learn that he's been there since free period, tasked to set up the new influx of books as a punishment for being tardy. you also learn that he couldn't make it on time because his white poodle, charlie, required immediate veterinarian attention after hurling all night. in the world filled with phony personalities and kids doomed to mediocrity, your heart fluttered at the thought of someone with genuine, authentic convictions. you revise literature devices and math formulas for hours, nonetheless his eyes never lost focus. your unimpeded voice brought him more clarity than any high paying academy ever could.

the storm reaches an all time high as the clock strikes midnight, you can't help but stretch out your limbs in exhaustion as your body dozes off to sleep. but who were you kidding? despite the physical need to shut your eyes, your brain could only beg to stay still.

a shift.

you could hear a soft shuffle but you wouldn't dare open your eyes. all you could do was sense his body moving closer to yours. his hands reaches out to delicately push your head to rest on his shoulders.

you hitch in breathing.

if only humans could communicate through telepathy, or you were mythically born with a divine skill to read minds. maybe then you would finally see how smitten he was all this time. only then would you know how he kicked his blanket, restless with apology when the point tip of his umbrella pricked your skin, or how he stopped bringing his litre tumbler, afraid you would fall, or how he fought his anxious silence only to miss the chance to express his sorry when his shoulder grazed yours in the dining hall. you were so preoccupied with thoughts of your own, you never noticed his nervous tick of biting the inner corners of cheek as he gives himself a peptalk to finally call out your name.

"thank you, for giving me a chance." his whispers only for himself to hear. despite your desires and inhibition, you reluctantly fall into a slumber, with a inkling feeling this conversation won't be your last.

by the time the sun makes it's daily appearance, his frosty demeanor fades and you awake to his blazer as a blanket for your knees and a newfound tenderness for one another.

[chaostudee]

kiss me more ; rafe cameron

pairing : rafe cameron x female reader summary : you and rafe are in a secret relationship. words : 1.6k warnings : none? a/n : im down so bad for this man it is not even okay at this point tbh. btw this is rly rushed so ye excuse the spelling.

at first you didn't mind. sure at times the sneaking around could be fun and yeah those stolen glances across the room made your heart race. although you were satisfied with your relationship with rafe you craved more.

you wanted him to kiss you in front of your friends. you wanted him to introduce you as his girlfriend. you wanted to meet his parents. you wanted it all.

yet there was an underlying issue. nobody would be surrportive of your relationship with you being a pogue and him being a kook. along with that John b( your brother) would never forgive you considering what rafe hade put him through.

you could understand your brothers hatred towards him but rafe had changed, for the better. he had promised that he would be better for you and he had kept that promise.

"hey pretty girl" rafe rasps as he pulls you closer to him, his hands held firmly on your hips and with that placing a kiss upon your forehead.

you cherished the mornings spent with rafe. it was the only time you could truly be intimate with one another without the pressure of hiding your love for one another.

"hey baby" you whisper tracing your finger up his chest. he smiled down at you his hands combing through your morning hair.

"you look so beautiful"

"shut uppp". secretly you liked the attention and rafe knew this but he'd never adress it.

"never".

you roll over,, pulling from his grasp to check the time. you had a miny panick attack when you remembered that you were due at work in less than an hour.

"shit shit shit" you murmur quickly sitting up and swinging your legs out of bed.

rafe groans when he feels your presence leave his grasp. "baby whats wrong?" he asks, sitting up when he sees you pacing the room looking for your shoes.

"im going to be late for work.....do you know where my shoes are?".

"baby just call in sick please come back to bed".

you scoff. rafe had been given everything to him. he never worked a day in his life. it annoyed you at times that he didn't understand that you came from different backgrounds.

"i have to go in today, you know some people don't leave off there dad's money". you muttered your words but someone rafe still heard them.

it hurt like hell to hear those words, especially from you. he knew that money wasn't something that you took for granted on the cut.

you pick up your shoes from under the bed and sit down on a nearby chair to slip them on.

"your right i'm sorry". rafe is leaning on one elbow on the bed his body facing towards you. god he looked good. but that wouldn't distract you from your values.

when he doesn't get a response to his apology rafe takes it upon himself to get out of the bed and walk over to you. just as he was about to kneel to meet your height on the chair you get up heading towards to door.

"wait y/n please".

you pause at the entryway and look back at him.

he walks over to you, placing his hands on your arms.

"im sorry my love, please forgive me because i cant spend the rest of the day knowing that you hate me"

"i dont hate you" you whisper.

"Okay....."

"im sorry too i maybe overreacted"

rafe displays a small smile.

"so i'm forgiven?"

you roll your eyes but can't help but smile back at your beautiful boy.

"i guess" you say sarcastically.

"kiss me" he instructs.

you step onto your tiptoes before planting a soft kiss on his lips. you pull back but his hand takes your waist and pulls you back to his lips.

"Rafe-"

he cuts you off with another forceful kiss.

"I gotta-"

rafe pulls back planting one more kiss on your cheek before letting you leave.

"see you tonight yeah?"

"yeah of course".

"do you want me to pick you up"

"rafe...."

"oh yeah sorry...."

"it's okay baby i appreciate the gesture"

"y/n i don't know if-

"what?"

"nothing nevermind"

"love you!" he calls after you.

"ditto".

you can't stop yourself from smiling to yourself. how did you get this lucky. but then you were brought back to reality. nobody knew that he was yours.

:::

you wanted nothing more than to be held in his arms right now. you wanted his jacket around yor shoulders, you wanted his hand caressing yours but all you got were stolen glances and small smiles.

you had only been here an hour but it was becoming torture. even sarah sensed there was something up with you

"hey you okay?" she asks giving you a nudge bringing your attention away from him.

you nod nervously, drumming your fingers on the beer bottle.

"really? you know you can tell me anything right?"

"i'm sure" you say more confidently this time.

she clicks her tongue and opens her mouth as if she is about to say something but she is stopped when she hears a scream to her left.

you both look over in the direction to find someone had gotten into a fight. everyone at the party had begun to gather around causing you and sarah to do the same.

you gasped when you saw two familiar faces. rafe stood with his fists bared with john b reciprocating his stance. your brother took the first punch but rafe was too late to swerve and john b's fist collided with his jaw.

you shuddered. rafe lunged at john b, pushing him down to the ground.

"don't you ever speak about y/n like that again".

at the mention of your name your heart clenches. you didn't want to be the cause of this.

before you knew what you were doing you ran up to john b just as he was about to get another punch at rafe.

john b immediatley steps back when he sees you. you have anything to say to him. not now anyways. turning away you look up at rafe. god he still looked gorgeous even with a bloody nose.

now suddenly aware that everyone was watching you took rafes hand and pulled him through the crowd. you walk past a confused sarah and an even more confused jj. pope and kiara gave you knowing grins.

you halt to a stop when you are out of earhsot of everybody else.

"i'm so sorry baby" you whisper as you trace your down the back of his neck.

"for what?" rafe asks carressing your cheek. you pull his hand away.

you gesture to his nose and then his bloody wrist.

"baby no that's not your fault" rafe reassures you as he takes your hand in his.

"so that fight was nothing to do with me?".

rafe sighs and runs his hand across his face.

"fuck y/n i couldn't just let him say those things about you"

you gulp. ".....what did he say?".

"y/n....."

"rafe tell me".

he sighs. "he said that you were nothing but a burden to him and that you acted like a slut-"

he stops talking when he sees a tear fall on yoir cheek. god it broke him to see you like this.

"baby no please don't cry he was drunk he didn't mean it".

you laugh. "john b always means what he says".

god you hated him. you know what fuck this you thought.

you gesture to rafe to follow you. he does.

the boneyard is near empty except for the pogues. rafe is hesitant in following you when he sees john b stand up at your arrival.

you glare at your brother but don't speak until rafe is stood beside you. you look up at him and smile, slipping your fingers through his as you do.

sarah gasps and then jj and both point at you and then one another.

john b scoffs. "are you being so for real y/n, this kook, i don't approve".

rafe's grip tightens around your hand but you put a hand on his chest to sooth him.

"let me handle this" you whisper to him.

he was reluctent in obeying but when those eyes made him somehow nod in response.

"i don't give a fuck if you don't approve john b, i never asked for your approval, all i ask is that you respect my decision and that you respect rafe".

"GET IT IG" kiara shouts and you give her a wink.

"oh fuck this" john b says in response before turning to walk the other way. you know he had been depressed lately because of your dad but that gave him no right.

"did you just win that fight?" pope asks.

"i think you did babes" rafe says and he smiles. he smiles so wide that you can't stop yourself from smiling back.

for now this was enough. john b knew and the pogues knew and it wouldn't be lomg before eveeybody knew.

"kiss me" you tell him.

he hesitates knowing that there are people nearby.

"KISS HER" jj and sarah say. they were definetly now your no.1 shippers.

at that rafe did exactly just that. you pulled you close and set his lips on yours. the kiss was lustful and slow and you wanted to stay like this forever. it was like it was just the two of you on that beach. but you were glad it wasn't. you wanted everybody to know that he was yours and you were his.

pulling away rafe kisses your forehead before resting his head against your own.

"you okay?".

"never been better".

[luvmyoui]

six - out

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gp!myoui mina x fem!reader

warnings: cursing

word count: 1,732

a/n: GUYS IM SORRY, I MEANT TO POST THIS EARLIER BUT I LOST TRACK OF TIME PLS FORGIVE ME😞😞

the constant buzzing of your phone roused you from your slumber, you tried to ignore it but the buzzing hadn’t gone away like it usually would. with a huff you sat up and received the call without checking the caller. 

“what?!” you said annoyance clear in your tone.

“check twitter, right now!” camila’s stressed out voice exclaimed from the other end of the phone. 

“okay, okay, gosh what terrible thing happen-” you fell silent when the twitter app loaded on and displayed a linked article stating a question along with a picture. 

SIXTH HARMONY’S Y/N L/N HAS A DAUGHTER? 

the article went on to explain how an anonymous source had sent a picture of the ‘happy birthday isla’ banner that hung behind you, you were squatted on the floor with isla’s cheek squished into yours. seeing the picture you immediately recognized it as one that was definitely taken the day before. you could only curse yourself for letting that man help bring that package into your home and forgetting to close the door. apparently there had been paparazzi waiting outside of your house and took pictures of the decorations while your door was open. 

“y/n? you good?” camila's worried voice pulled you out of your regretful thoughts. 

“y-yeah, just shocked. the thought of this happening never even crossed my mind.” you said, still in disbelief that this could’ve happened. 

“look at the comments though, we can go along with them and lie.” hearing this, with curiosity you scrolled down to see the replies to the tweet. 

REPLIES: 

sixtharmony4ever: why can't you people just mind your own business omg, leave my girls alone!!!

camilasolostan: wtf??? was y/n a teen mom?! iloveyn: so what if she was, its her life not yours.

laurenmll: why are you idiots acting like she can't have nieces😭😭 user872349: are you stupid, she doesn't have any siblings💀💀 laurenmll: are you? you're acting like she cant have any cousins☠️ laursss: girl lets be real, thats 100% y/ns kid camziezz: literally, cuzns arent twins💀💀

sixthharmonizerrr: these paparazzis seriously need to get a life and let celebs live theirs.

twice4lifee: guys why does that baby look exactly like mina😰😰minaluvzme: IM SAYINN once4ever: NEW SHIP???

minariii: *image attached* cannot tell me they are not the same person, literally give that kid a haircut and its mina.

lovey/nnn: why does the baby look like that one girl from that kpop group?!

harmonizeronce: does mina have a secret brother? twcmina: she literally said in multiple interviews she was an only child. harmonizeronce: thats why i said secret smartass.

seeing people defending you brought a smile to your face, you loved your fans. though you couldn't help the anxiety creep up your spine, what if they found out about mina. rather than worrying for yourself, you worried for mina, it might break her career if it's found out that she has a kid. you knew that the kpop industry was much less forgiving when it came to things like this. feeling another buzz in your hand caused you to look at the incoming call from your manager larry. 

“mila, larry’s calling so i’ll hang up now okay?” hearing a ‘kay’ from camila you hung up and accepted the call from your manager. 

“deny having a kid, say it was your cousins or something and that you hang out with her kid alot. I honestly don't care what you say, just make sure no one knows that it's your kid.” he said as soon as you had accepted the call

“and if i don't want to?” 

“that’s not an option.” he stated. 

“I'm not going to deny my kid, can I just stay quiet? i won't ever deny that isla’s my daughter, i'm not and never will be ashamed of her. sure i had her young but i don't regret it at all.” you responded with finality in your voice. maybe this was a stupid decision, but one parent had already left isla and you refused to disown her by saying she wasn't yours.  

letting out a sigh, knowing nothing he said would change your decision, your manager let out a fine and hung up the call. you let yourself fall back into your bed and just laid there hands and legs sprawled out. hearing the creak of your door opening made you lift your head a bit to see isla standing there. she ran over to your bed, when she reached it she proceeded to lift one of her legs up trying to get onto the bed. you smiled down at how cute she looked, stopping her struggles, you sat up and pulled her onto the bed next to you. with her small hands she pushed you down onto your back and jumped onto you, cuddling her face into your neck. 

“when will i get to see mommy, i only see hew in pictuws.” isla said into your neck, she was very clearly distressed, and you could only think of the day before when she had questioned mina’s want to even see her. 

you honestly didn't even think mina wanted to see her, sure she sent gifts but you doubt she’d want to see isla. she always thought of the child as a burden, as something that you were supposed to care for. the thought brought a frown to your face, you wished for mina to see isla and acknowledge her as a daughter. 

chaos had ensued in the twice dorms, although mina only shared a dorm with nayeon, all the girls were currently at the dorms. as soon as they had seen the tweet they rushed over, hoping that it wasn't as they thought. 

“so what, you just left her alone with a kid?!” jeongyeon exclaimed, clearly upset at the mere idea. 

“uh- well it wasn't like that, i wanted to pursue my dream and she was holding me back. also i send them money and gifts and pay for the apartment, i’m fulfilling my role as a parent.” hearing this, all of the girls continued their attack, throwing objects at mina. she tried to dodge but there were too many coming and too fast. 

“god i knew you were a douche judging by the amount of girls you bring home, but this is just unbelievable.” momo said, followed by a shoe being thrown at mina’s head. 

“you guys are unbelievable, i'm your member, not her. plus, are you forgetting the part where i literally send gifts, money, and pay the bills?! also she didn't want me to follow my dream!” mina exclaimed, why couldn't they understand her side?

“yeah, and are you forgetting the part where you got her pregnant. whatever she says doesn't matter, as the person who got her pregnant you should have taken responsibility.” jihyo voiced out, clearly annoyed by her excuses.

“I do take responsibility! how many times do i need to say that i give them money, i spoil them incredibly!” mina cried out in exasperation, how many times did she have to say it for them to understand?

the yelling and throwing of things was stopped the moment the door to the dorm opened, their manager walking in. “mina, there better be a good explanation for this.” their manager said, glaring at mina. 

“uhm- there really isn't one, it’s exactly how it seems.” 

“how do you even know y/n?!” their manager exclaimed, not being able to wrap her mind around this situation.

“we uh- we were high school sweethearts, we dated throughout almost the entirety of highschool.”

“what?!” everyone exclaimed, not knowing that they were in that serious of a relationship. 

“wait, so do you know any other celebrities?” chaeyoung asked in disbelief, she had been a fan of the group's music for a while and couldn't believe mina knew them.

“uh- yeah, shawn mendes, he was my best friend since middle school and camila, but she was y/n’s best friend. and i mean camila never really liked me.” 

“you knew shawn mendes?!” chaeyoung exclaimed, being best friends with shawn mendes was insane to her. 

“yeah, i still talk to him from time to time too.” mina said, scratching the back of her head as she explained. 

“mina, i hope you know that we will be going to the US for the billboard women in music awards. and sixth harmony will for sure be there.” their manager said to mina.

“what!?” mina exclaimed, the thought that she might run into you again was now starting to eat away at her. she didn't want to see you, but at the same time she wanted so desperately to. 

“oh yeah, i was gonna tell you.” jihyo said, everyone surprised that mina didn't know. 

everyone had left by now, and it was only mina, nayeon, and the two beer bottles on the coffee table in front of them. mina usually didn't drink, her intolerance for alcoholic drinks being the reason, but after today she just needed a drink. 

“what do you think? do you agree with everyone else, you think i'm an asshole?” mina asked, not offended but wanting a genuine answer.

“I mean what you did was very assholey, but i mean it’s never too late to change you know? i mean i’ve lived with you for like how long? three, four years? and i mean i think i know you best, and i can say with confidence you’ve had at least a little character development.” nayeon said, taking a swig of her beer. 

“but what do i do? I feel like what me and y/n had is broken by now. I don't think she’d even want me to meet isla.” mina said, she would never dare say her true thoughts. and i mean, could you blame her? 

all she knew about this kid was that she was 3 years old and that it was hers. she didn't even know what isla looked like until she saw the picture on twitter. she felt terrible for even thinking it, but she didn't really care all that much for this kid. you on the other hand, she had known you for a long time, she loved you, she had a kid with you. she didn't regret pursuing her dream but she wished it didn’t include losing you. 

“just talk to her, when we meet her. try to just talk it all out.” 

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[mello-bee]

Reasons why YOU should be suspicious of O'Connor

(contains spoilers to the princess event and slight Clarence's white day event) (it's also written from the prespective of an EN only player)

I believe O'Connor is in cahoots with Cael somehow and have alot of delusional reaching - that I and @smudgedvolt come up with in our secret lbc basement - to back me up

for one, he's the art TA for the school, and while Cael isn't the only art professor in the school, he was never specified to be anyone else's assistant, for all we know he may have been handpicked by Cael himself (i told you this had alot of delusional reaching)

he also just straight up didnt graduate, which is more of an indicator that Cael may have pulled some strings to get him to work in ST. Shelter

secondly, he's the only NPC that appears everywhere at all times on the map

he's the only NPC that does this as IL are the only ones that change location once per day, and NPCS like gerald and william are usually bound to where they are everyday

so how come he's the only one who can change location multiple times per day? and specifically going where YOU are?

what if he's specifically watching you?

he also gives MC alot of assignments,

Do you think he's maybe trying to keep her busy?

In his introduction, MC describes him as something that doesn't belong

it's not like its the first time she's seen tourists or older people at ST. Shelters?

later we learn that he was the council president, before he suddenly disappeared and came back unannounced

the only other people described by Clarence to have disappeared are MC and Cael and you obviously know what's up with them (this actually makes Clarence's relationship with MC a bit sadder bc this means he's used to people close to him like O'Connor suddenly disappearing without an explaination and this could be why he documented everything in his notebook)

and even if he didn't mean "fled" as in "disappeared", fled is still a strange choice of words, was he running away from something? someone?

he also seemed to know that she's missing points; he explains that, of course he knows as he was an art student as well, but would he be able to guess that she's behind all the other art students bc she missed a few activities?

unless he knew of her travelling to godheim at he start of the year

next is the list he made during princess event, i haven't played princess event myself though so forgive me if any of this is explained at some point but

he just??? made a list of all the paragons?? + william and two other guys??? lars ISN'T EVEN A STUDENT why on earth would he put him there??

after Heinrich's death, Clarence visited the lab to find it empty

Clarence ruled out Cael because he also disappeared, although Cael has freaky time travelling powers but we cant rule out the possibility of someone else helping him

O'Connor is the only NPC with a card higher than R

i can't be the only one who finds it weird that Some Weird Art Guy™ just has an SR while lore important NPCS like Amelia and Naledi's counterparts are stuck as Rs and Ns?

I was gonna talk about this scene and the "mysterious seller"

but it all got thrown out of the window, it turns out Cael was behind the account :(

although I can technically use this along with other points to point out how william is even MORE suspicious than O'Connor but thats a post for another day