#but now i highkey want to replay it

[umbramira]

finished ffxvi a few days ago and am rotating him in my mind

#ffxvi #dion lesage #final fantasy xvi #final fantasy 16 #i took ages to finish this game #so this is just an old doodle redone #but now i highkey want to replay it #when i should be drawing!! smh

[shadesoflsk]

WILL YOU BE HOME FOR CHRISTMAS?

pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x gn!reader

summary: It's going to be Leon's first Christmas without you. He promised you he would get over your death. But how is he planning to do it if the ghost of you keeps haunting him?

warnings: Character’s death, (reader) angst, hurt/no comfort, self-destructing behaviour, alcohol, mentions of religion, Leon speaks with reader.

author's note: I took the liberty to switch the order of my Christmas' special fics, I decided to post this one first since I liked it a lot. I would even say it’s my favorite one so far. Grief is such an interesting topic to write about, so I hope I did a great job! The dialogue part was lowkey (highkey) inspired by one scene from the Crown, season 6. The one where Carlos talked with Diana’s spirit. 

It’s 11:45 pm or so Leon believes. Time seems to slow down when night engulfs his apartment, and he is let alone with his own demons. He would be in pitch darkness if it wasn’t from the fact that his neighbor had decided to turn on the Christmas tree lights that reached through Leon’s windows. Faint carols could be heard, and it was a dreadful reminder of what date it was. 

He is trying, he really is. He drowns in his job that is slowly but surely killing him. Mission after mission, he keeps attempting to mess up — with no avail — since life is cruel enough to keep him alive, to continue watching his sins materialize in sorrow and depressive states. 

During the latter, he would often forget or purposely avoid taking care of himself. When was the last time he ate a full meal? He doesn’t nor wants to remember. His apartment was starting to reek of alcohol and rotten food that Claire has so gratefully left. She would often try striking up some conversation, which was welcomed with an awkward but expected silence. He was never the talkative one. On numerous occasions, he was reprimanded by you for this same topic. So, in the past, he decided to stick with a one-liner — that sometimes brought him unnecessary attention — the dinner one. Your laugh would fill his ears as he told you about the multiple times where people thought he was flirting with them. If you were here, could he make you laugh like that again? Or would you be disgusted by the man he has become these last weeks?

Besides his own memory serving as the place where your face and mannerisms would replay all over again, where are you now? He once heard that a soul is destined to be reborn into a new life. Life is cyclical, the sun rises and sets, the day and night come, but they never meet. He wouldn’t be surprised if you’re a lilly now. The pureness in your heart resembled one of those delicate flowers that your eyes seemed to follow each time you passed through a flower shop. Or maybe you’re someone’s baby being born. Bringing happiness to a family that prayed all night long for a miracle to happen. 

His mind wandered through the blurry moments when he was young. Prayers and cries surrounding a well illuminated place where many statues were presented. He used to fear one specifically, but the gentle touch of his mom would pull him closer to it. In his memory, he looked up to see the person who gave him life, yet he was met with a diffuse image of her. He has long forgotten the looks of his mother. 

In those moments, he often wondered what heaven felt like. He grasps on the last string of memories he had with his parents. How his mother would pull him to her lap and read to him. “Our God loves us so much that he has granted us a place to go when the time is right,” she would say, the term of death was so foreign to his little self but once again he remembers those prayers and promises. Is heaven the clear sky and peaceful home the Bible describes? Or is it a nonexistent place that Christians invented to cope with the fact that a loved one is no longer with them? He hopes it’s the first one since he wants to indulge in that little wish of him — that at least in the afterlife — you found peace. 

How is heaven? He wanted to ask you. Conversations with you used to flow so easily, so right. So, when the time comes he expects to hear every little rambling about your early trip to this called “everlasting paradise”. Is it raining right now? You loved rainy days, since it meant that both of you could cuddle while watching a movie. Or is it snowing since it’s Christmas?  He could almost hear you, your voice echoing in the deepest places of his mind telling him to stop trying to open the gifts. You were supposed to be next to him right now, waiting for Christmas to come.

He is in denial, two weeks ago he had you safely tucked in his arms, already planning what to do on Christmas. He still had your gift somewhere, hidden from your prying eyes even though you kept scolding him for that. Both of you were soulmates, two sides of the same coin. 

Now, he only had the ghost of you haunting him. Mocking him for not being able to protect you. He was hyper aware of every little detail his apartment provided. From the way he hasn’t moved your used mug on the dishwasher, because he feels that it was the last thing your lips touched. A bittersweet memory of your existence in this cruel world, to your book that you didn’t finish. You kept telling him that you were dying to know the ending but you couldn’t finish it before it was too late. If he reads it and prays to God, would he be generous enough to tell you the ending? 

He wouldn’t.

Every night he prayed to God, begged him to switch places with you even though it was an unrealistic thing to ask. But that’s what he wants right now. “It should’ve been me.” But that wish never becomes a reality. He wakes up, night after night, being him and being alone. God doesn’t hear him, he believes that this made up character just blatantly hates him. The forgiving, the loving and almighty God as his followers describe him, just doesn’t match up with his own criteria. A loving God wouldn’t have taken away his only reason to live.

The content in his Jack Daniel’s now does little to numb the pain he was feeling. With a sigh, he drank a bit more, straight from the bottle as the burning sensation traveled from his tongue to his throat. If he drinks enough until he passes out, he could imagine you. Moving across the kitchen with agile steps as you cook his favorite food.

Those moments were the ones he thinks he should've embraced more. Your quirks and habits. How you usually left traces of yourself in his apartment. How you always missed a spot when cleaning the counter and how you always kissed his forehead when placing the plate down on the table. 

Now, it's a bitter reminder of his own loneliness. His eyebrows twitched as the Christmas carols seemed to get louder. The clock reads 11:50 pm, ten minutes to Christmas. Even with the thick snow, the chants of kids being too stubborn to fall asleep were loud enough to fill Leon's ears. He hates living in this neighborhood filled with happy families.

You had a wide and warm smile when you showed Leon this same apartment he's currently rotting in. “It will be perfect once we have a family,” he remembers word by word what you said and he also remembers how you stumbled on your words once you saw the quizzical look he gave you. “I mean we could just have a dog or a cat if you want that. After all, family is where you are.”

Always the damn perfect partner. Always the stupid understanding other half. Why the hell did you even appear in his life if you were gonna die? Everyone else mourned your death but now they are moving on, yet Leon is staying in a never ending loop. Was it your plan? Are you fucking happy in heaven?

For once, he feels all the anger he’s been bottling up. His fists clenched as his breaths grew heavier. He throws the bottle against the wall. The contents spilling all over the floor as the bottle shattered in multiple pieces. He stared at the mess he’s done. His shaking hands grabbed handfuls of his own hair as he tried his best to compose himself. His mind repeating that you would be disappointed over and over again. 

Icy blue eyes started to get clouded by tears he refused to let go. The palm of his hand almost bled by his own nails digging into the thin skin. The regrets and what ifs were the perfect combination for Leon’s wish of dying albeit the fact of his own self deprecating being who believed he deserved to live this hell of a life alone. 

As he managed to keep his tears at bay for now, his eyes lingered on your designated seat at the table. You would always sit at his right, next to him, sometimes holding his hand, forcing him to eat his food with his left one. Now, his hand is cold without your touch. Which reminds him of your body and the last time he held you. Your heart no longer beat and your body was a freezing cruel realization of your death. 

“I was never good with emotions…” Leon’s voice came out as a groan. He had finally spoken after God knows how long. His own throat was constricted by the lump that was forming. He was denying himself the right to be raw, to be human. “You were the one who was better at everything… not me.” Leon swallows his own saliva, an attempt to stop the imminent lump. 

“I guess I was.” A melodic voice which was no more than a whisper filled Leon’s intoxicated ears. He looks at the empty seat next to him and sees nothing. It may be his own mind playing dirty tricks on him. Everything was blurred and dizzy from all the booze he had drunk. But nonetheless, he wouldn’t miss this opportunity, even if you were a creation of his own messed up mind. 

“I’ll take every little moment with me.” The voice was painfully comforting, a soothing lullaby to Leon’s broken beyond repair heart, a gentle breeze that surrounded his body. “The hugs, the kisses, our little trips to the beach and even the fights when none of us could go to bed without saying sorry.” 

A laugh as soft as a draft lingered in the air. The reality behind those words made Leon feel like he was going crazy. He blames the alcohol and the lack of social interactions for this moment. But your bubbly personality was unmistakable. That sweet and tooth- roothing laugh was — at least to Leon — proof that maybe, just maybe, God allowed him to grasp on you one last time.

Or maybe God allowed you to pay him a visit. Neither of you were religious people, but you were closer to heaven that he’ll ever be. So, maybe that pure and wholesome smile blinded God, and you escaped, true to your rebellious nature. Your death turned him into a sappy man. He has always loved you, but the tragic destiny you met made him see you in an even better light. 

“You know I loved you so much…” The voice turned sour and sad, so out of character for you. Well… if it’s you. Even in your last days, you tried to be that thoughtful partner, pushing away every worry out of his mind even though you were slowly withering away. The words slightly trembled, albeit the raw honesty that was being said. Silence set as if the owner of the voice was attempting not to cry. 

“So deeply…” The hushed voice seemed to get even quieter as the course of its words dug deeper in Leon’s heart making it bleed harder than ever. His hand itches to reach where he thinks you are, as if you could materialize from thin air and give him one last hug. One last farewell.

“Please, stop blaming yourself for this. This wasn’t your fault.” Yes, it was. Leon wanted to tell you that. You planted seeds of hope in his heart even when he felt the world was too corrupted to be home for someone as splendid as you. The sense of your living left him chasing footsteps and shadows in order to meet you again.

And as a moth to a flame, he followed you. The chemicals in his brain working overtime to hear the gentle ring of your voice as long as you keep talking. It doesn’t matter if this behavior could put him at a psych after. Talking with ghosts? That can’t happen, yet his love for you seems to break the rules between life and the realms of the afterlife.

“You weren’t supposed to go so soon…” Leon’s voice fills the dim room, engaging in conversation, the tears that he was previously fighting off were at the verge of falling from his eyes. But as a stubborn man, he wouldn’t show weakness and vulnerability, even in a moment like this. “I know nothing good lasts long in my life but —” a choke left his lips as the lump is now growing impossible to hold back. “What kind of twisted sin am I paying off? I can’t live a life without you, I simply can’t.”

“I wasn’t done with you, I wasn’t done with our life. I wanted to adopt that dog we saw at the shelter. Do you remember? I wanted to take you to Italy because you once told me you wanted to try a real pizza.” A shaky breath cuts off Leon’s speech before he continues, his slurred words stumbling one another as if he knew he was running out of time. “I wanted to grow old with you, I wanted to be the first person to notice the gray hair appearing in you. The first wrinkles in your face, which I’m sure would have looked amazing in you darling, you were always perfect. I wanted to help you stand up when your legs couldn’t carry the weight of your body. I wanted —”

“Leon.”

“I wanted to at least spend one last Christmas with you.”

He finishes off with one last wish. One last desire he had hid in his mind for a while now. He knew everything had ended, but right now, he wanted to hear you one last time. He wanted to hear an "I love you" from you.

And there it was… the last thing he wanted to hear. Nothing. 

As soon as the deadly silence filled the room again, uncontrollable tears streamed down his face. Leon bent forward, his forehead hitting against the hard material of the table, letting out all of his repressed emotions. In the midst of his despair and hatred, he cried not only for you and the fact that he failed to protect you. Each drop carried the weight of every life that was lost under his watch, each one of those bright eyed agents who were looking forward to working with him, and only found death in their paths.

What has he done wrong to deserve this terrible but inevitable outcome? He’s beyond tired, beyond hopeless. In his rage, he could only blame the world. 

God, why have you forsaken me? 

He stays there for a while, drowning in his own tears. As reality once again sets in. Deep down, he knew this would be the last time. The universe granted him (or cursed him) by allowing him to hear you one last time. Hear the tender tone of your voice calling his name like you used to do. And maybe he should take that with him just like you did. 

Everyone dies, so will he. There will be a time when God takes pity on him and allows him to meet you once again. Once the time comes and he's sent to the place where you are, he will tell you about the book’s ending. He will tell you about every mission he will get in the still unknown future. He will tell how much he missed you and how much he loved your presence, even if it was just the blink of an eye. He doesn’t know what else he will tell you, but he’s going to make sure to have a list before parting from this world — in a long, far future.

He had enjoyed meeting and being with you. And if somehow God gives him another chance, he would choose you over and over again.

The sweet carols have grown faint and not even the innocent chants of those children filled Leon’s empty and dark living room. It’s already christmas.

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #resident evil #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy x y/n #vendetta leon #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy drabble

[108garys]

There's a lot to be excited about for directive 8020

The fact that it's in the future, now that's probably not the actual year it's taking place in but the fact that it's set in the future is as big as hoa being set in 03' because it means a greater freedom and flexibility as to when these stories can take place over the previous standard of "past events" to "current year" and truth be told I really hope one of the dark pictures games will be a period piece because they put all this work into authentically portraying specific eras as best they can and it would be lovely to see a whole game set before living memory

More original world building, now I usually prefer entirely original settings and these games being grounded in the real world is somewhat of an exception for me but building off that can be interesting(that's why I didn't get into that bravo whatever game and that other one because it's set in the real world with made up countries and it doesn't fit to me), the possibility of adding to hoa aliens or other aliens, even if it's an all new species we're dealing with it should be very interesting to replay hoa with a greater knowledge of the settings space lore

The paranoid atmosphere of being caught between the void of space and close confined space when you can't trust others

And finally I'm glad they didn't show any faces because now I'm wondering both who the "main actor" and the other models will be, highkey I want to know who's family 100% makes it into the future

#the dark pictures anthology #Directive 8020 #house of ashes #Man I really hope they clarify how long the gap between seasons is expected to be soon #Because I'd really like to know when we should start getting hyped #It'll be tough getting excited too soon but I don't think we can help it #I'm not even big into si-fi but I'm not big into horror either so I trust them #ramblings

[pinkprimrose05]

Pink's ARC-V Highlights - Volume 2: Beware The Blue

Warning: Very Long Post, Contains Spoilers

Okay, uh, I lied. I'm not only here to talk about theories and potential foreshadowing. This series also serves as a quick recap of all ARC-V episodes and the cool moments in them -regardless of relevance to the plot- sprinkled with a generous drizzle of ramblings from yours truly.

If all goes well, you can expect fairly consistent updates, where I cover a few episodes every time. This one, for example, will go over Episodes 3 to 7, since those are the ones I managed to watch this week.

(I. hate. midyear finals.)

If that still piques your interest, then I hope you enjoy the read!

(And yes, I know Yuuto is purple, but purple is technically a shade of blue so the rhyme still works-)

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1) Episodes 3 & 4, OR: The obligatory "No card is useless!" Duel.

We pick up where we left off with the You Show crew, and the mishaps of Learning How To Pendulum At The Unholy Hour of 3 A.M. I must applaud the sheer lack of braincells between Gongenzaka and Yuuya, because wow, I can't believe they both forgot that Duel Replays are a thing.

(This is why only Yuzu has a 60%+ winrate.)

Fast forward through school-flavored pain, and we now introduce everyone's favorite banana peel...

... whom I highkey want to punt off a cliff.

Look, I love Sawatari. I really do. But good Lord, I forgot just how insufferable he was this far back in the show. I had to refrain from punching my screen several times through the back half of Episode 3, because Shingo, you idiot, who the fuck told you it was fine to put 8-year-old children in mortal danger for a bunch of shiny new cards??

Suffice to say, it took me a good while to actually like him after this atrocious first impression... but hey, at least he gets humbled with style!

As far as early-game Duels go, this one is actually not half bad. The "weak card wins you the game" trope is a bit cliché, but Yuuya gets props for turning it into a pretty light show with Kaleidoscorp and Block Spider, and then using said pretty light show to win the game in one turn.

Another thing is that this Duel introduces Action Traps! Gosh, I would have loved to see more of those later down the line. The concept is pretty neat, and the negative effects create an interesting risk, where a Duelist has to stop and think if they really need to grab an Action card, regardless of the potential ramifications of it being a Trap.

Oh, and did I mention that Sawatari gets roasted to oblivion before the final direct attack? Because he does. Yuuya went above and beyond to make this as entertaining as possible to his friends, and as humiliating as possible for Shingo... for which I ultimately have to thank him, because that's the spark that eventually turned Sawatari into the flashy dork we all know and love.

... And because he deserved an asskicking at the time. Sora did well knocking him out, actually.

..

..

Speaking of which—

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2) Episodes 5 & 6, OR: That one time we adopted a war criminal.

I actually kinda like these two episodes. They're nothing particularly special if you look back (well, unless you're subscribed to the theory that the stadium in the first minute or so is the same one from Leo's flashback in Episode 126), but hey, at least we get to "properly" know our beloved sugar gremlin!

God, I love Sora. He's actually pretty terrible at disguising his position as a spy- like wow, he keeps outing himself as suspicious every time he makes a snide comment, even without the context of who he actually is. I think he could only afford to slip up so much because no one could ever guess that he came from a world-invading organization in a reality parallel to their own.

... And also because everyone thought of him as a mere child with a bit of a quirky, mischievous streak. I mean, who can ever think ill of such a sweet little guy?

(Yuuya can, but that's because Sora was annoying him on purpose lmao. It's good that he wasn't fooled by the cutesy act, though; that means he could read Sora better than most, despite his deflection and the constant switching between cutie pie and smug bastard.)

As for the Duel, it isn't much to talk about. The first few Duels are usually for exposition and showing mechanics, and in this case, we just see what happens when a Pendulum monster gets destroyed.

Short answer: It goes to the Extra Deck instead of the GY.

Long asnwer: Yuuya goes through a minor existential crisis, because his mishmash of a strategy comes crashing down the moment Odd-Eyes is out of the equation. How does he deal with that, you ask? Hysterical laughter, that's how.

(Goddammit ARC-V, isn't it far too early to make me question the protagonist's sanity?

... actually, don't answer that.)

Aaaaaaaaanyway, we also get to see the reintroduction of Fusion summoning!

(Look at this cool animation. So clean. So awesome.)

Fluffals are actually a very good Deck to showcase the different levels of complexity of the mechanic, and they get bonus points for the contrast between the cutesy plushies and... whatever animatronic shit the Frightfurs have going on. I am now reminded of how glad I was to see the older summoning methods getting a neat glow-up, especially after ZEXAL booted them out of existence in favor of focusing on Xyz.

(And on that note, I feel the need to stress that it's Xyz, not XYZ. Please. It's been twelve years. Stop confusing the game mechanic with the Union cards, people.)

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3) Episode 7, OR: The one I actually wanted to talk about all along.

Oh this. This. This is where the plot finally starts to move forward. Nothing against the previous episodes, but I did say before they're mostly there for exposition, and that, by nature, is bound to be a little boring.

Unlike here.

I'd like to start by talking about Yuzu, because we have to admit: this is the first time she's relevant to the story as herself, not as Yuuya's friend or as a student at You Show. And boy, does she make it count.

She busts Sawatari on her own, and literally calls him a hundredth-rate Duelist. To his face. In front of his lackeys. Yuzu was ready to take him on, even when she was alone and locked in the warehouse (again, Shingo, what the fuck??), and I'm fairly certain she could've backed up her words given the chance...

Except, well, she wasn't given the chance.

I'm actually willing to let this one slide, because Yoot's interference doesn't invalidate Yuzu's ability to handle this by herself. I see it more as a precaution on his part, and also a chance to learn more about LDS and Academia that he simply couldn't pass up.

There's also the likely possibility that he genuinely didn't know how Duels worked here, and couldn't risk Yuzu getting hurt if he could help it. It's clear that Yuuto was aware she wasn't Ruri at this point (wow, good job man, you're not as colorblind as everyone else), but still didn't wish to involve an innocent bystander in conflict... which actually makes sense, considering his moral code.

And besides, the Duel was still pretty cool! There's something inherently awesome about setting a full backrow board on Turn 1, and the first time I saw it, I was absolutely shooketh.

(Also, there was a copy of Mystical Space Typhoon among the set cards. Something tells me that Yuuto knows it doesn't negate, and that is definitely praiseworthy, because it means that he actually reads the damn cards.)

Even Sawatari gets kudos for Monarch representation. And also for showing us that Prismatic foil and different rarities do exist in-universe, just like in GX. It makes me wonder why most Duelists don't use them, buuut I guess that was just a throwaway detail that they used to highlight Shingo's spoiled rich brat disposition.

ANYWAYS, moving on to more important matters!

Like dark matter. Which exists in space. Which is the theme of many Xyz cards. Among which there is one Dark Rebellion Xyz Dragon.

(HAIL THE T-POSE ALTERNATE ARTWORK!!)

Don't let the lesser requirement of 1 Overlay Unit fool you; the anime version is still worse than the one we got in the game... though it does, at least, have better OTK abilities against non-Xyz bosses.

I still laugh at the fact that it left Sawatari with exactly 100 LP. Poor guy probably thought he could pull a protagonist comeback, but alas, he forgot that he is not the protagonist...

Well, at least he gets a shot at the role in Episode 139, but we're a few ways away from that right now.

And speaking of stuff that we're a few ways away from...

*shakes Yuuto* Did you just- DID YOU JUST FUCKING NAMEDROP ACADEMIA???

I don't remember this at all. I thought he just asked about the significance of the LDS pin and left. What the hell? Why does none of the characters talk about it then? Not Sawatari, not his goons, not even Yuzu? What??

This is really, really weird. I may have to look into it a little more later on, but for now, we return to a bewildered Yuzu... and her absolute party pooper of a plot device.

Yes. You know the one.

(FuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufuckyoufUCKYOU)

This stupid bracelet and the subsequent events following its activation bring us to a point of great frustration that I would like to touch upon, that being the cast's crippling inability to tell the counterparts apart from each other. Brace yourselves, Duelists; this might be a bit of a long tangent.

*inhales*

Okay, look, there are two sides to this issue; one that can be excused in more than one instance, and one that makes zero sense, no matter how you spin it.

The excusable side is the visual confusion. I understand Yuzu's shock at the situation as a whole, not helped at all by this odd fellow who strongly resembles her best friend.

(And before you say Yuuto doesn't resemble Yuuya for shit, yes he does, if only because the goggles' band is holding his bangs down.)

One must also remember they were locked in a now-wrecked warehouse, so the lighting conditions are bound to be rather bad, and it might be difficult to see clearly as a result. With all that in mind, I can forgive Yuzu for confusing their looks.

The inexcusable side, however, is the auditory confusion. The counterparts -every single one of them- don't sound the least bit similar to each other, even in the English dub.

They could look straight up identical for all it matters, but their voices are so wildly distinct I cannot begin to fathom how anyone can ever confuse them. You could technically make a case for excluding Yuuri and Yuuya since the sole difference between them is voice tone (at least in the sub), but the former is not a subject of comparison right now, and Yuuto's voice is far cry from the latter.

In conclusion of these two factors, I only have one thing to say:

... This is stupid.

This is so, so stupid.

It's so fucking stupid it's not even funny, but it is what it is, and as with every single time anyone talks about this issue, we'll just have to roll with it and be glad when a character doesn't take the bait.

*sigh*

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Well, this should be everything for now, and *checks post length*.... holy shit I didn't think it'd slip from me this much. If you somehow managed to reach the end without dozing off midway through, then you deserve a cookie.

Thanks for reading, and see you soon, Duelists!

#pink's arc v highlights #yugioh #yugioh arc v #arc v #yuya sakaki #yuzu hiragi #yuzu hiiragi #shingo sawatari #sora shiunin #yuto (arc v) #long post #episode analysis #also uhh #just noticed i keep switching between sawatari and shingo every time i mention him #i hope its not disconcerting #im still talking about the same guy

[thedragonagelesbian]

I fell into a rabbit hole reading about your DA OCs and I'm curious, who is your HoF? I was able to find tags for your Inquisitors and Hawkes, but I couldn't find your warden. Would you be willing to share a bit about them?

I always appreciate the OC attention <3

I've really never had a HoF LOL I've tried so many times to come up with Warden concepts that stick with me, and obviously I've played the games dozens of times, but the HoF has always felt so... archetypally themselves? In the way that they are talking about both in the later games and in fandom, they are already so mythic that I've found it hard to make a character that allows me to peel back those layers and get to someone who is more than the story told about them.

BUT I've been enjoying tinkering with Vidreu Aeducan in my current Origins replay! They've been around for less than a month, so I'm still very much developing them, but what I've enjoyed most about them is thinking through how they'd interact with their world and their circumstances in slightly different ways than what the game allows. For example, Dru highkey views ending the Blight as an academic exercise, a necessary precondition to fucking around with an archdemon and seeing what the hell That is about. Which means she's very dedicated to the cause and to the Grey Wardens, but from an oblique and at times insensitive angle that doesn't always come across with the in-game dialogue options. She's not so much interested in the greater good as she is in whatever outcome will be the most interesting. Those kinds of discrepancies between character-in-game and character-in-head just itch my fic writer brain in the right way!

And I think they're going to have a change of heart by the time they go back to Orzammar (I am SO far away from that in my playthrough) and get to the end of the Deep Roads and confront Bronka and Caridin bc... I don't want them to be THAT shitty lol. And I think it's an interesting direction to go to first reconcile with Bhelen and then grow from that to be able to prioritize some notion of a higher Goodness than her current artificer/alchemist/rogue-wizard whims.

So I think I might finally have a HoF now, she's a work in progress, but that would make my canon world state Dru -> Cyrus -> Gwendolyn

#thank you for letting me ramble #dru posting

[imogenwescott]

so, i am playing RoD for the first time and i don't know if i want to spend my 💎 on Logan or Colt because they both cute. I know you are a big Logan fan so maybe you can help? For example, what makes Logan your choice? Less spoilers as possible, pleaseee

I really liked Logan for how protective he was over the main character and how sweet he is. When it comes to angst I think Colt’s route has more, though Logan’s has its fair share of it too because of something that happens halfway through the story. Also being the main love interest I feel like I was able to know him more than the other love interests even outside of diamond scenes. Honestly even if he is the main love interest I think he is super underrated since I know very few people that romanced him which it is a shame because he is one of my favourite love interests 🤧 if you end up going for him pls come back to talk about my boy I miss him 😔

#ask #anon #anon making me want to go back to my old logan header i miss my boy #also lowkey highkey i want to replay rod now 😳 as if i didnt have to catch up on 10 books lmfao #ride or die

[fallinforgyu]

i feel like college bf Yunho is SUCH A SWEETHEART but in the sheets he’s highkey a hard dom. I feel like he’d want to ruin you especially if you look innocent. Oof his corruption go brrrrr whenever you give him this puppy eyes ‼️‼️‼️

You make him so pervy because fuck you’re so oblivious of every lewd thing you do. Like that one time where you would innocently beg him to give you a piggyback ride and he’d replay those whiny « please yuyu !! » in his imagination while he’s stroking himself in the shower. I don’t think he’d even want to tell you about his tendencies for the first time you’re sleeping over. He’d make out with you, finger you into a very good orgasm and then cuddle you to sleep, giving you a simple excuse of « another time baby we got class early tomorrow » (at which you pout very cutely in his opinion)

Now my creativity (and writing) isn’t the best to be able to write how you discovered his kinks but I think the trigger would be you begging him to fuck you dumb and that would make him wanna quickly discuss boundaries like safe words and stuff because he’s literally 3 seconds away to rail the shit out of you.

💔 anon

yunho is 100% a hard dom. HAAAARD. (remind me to write something for hard dom!yunho one day idk why i haven't yet)

and this concept...... THIS CONCEPT. yep yep yep. just you being your everyday cute self would literally make him wanna bust. he'd be on a study date with you in the library and literally wouldn't be able to get any work done. you're taking notes in glitter pen and decorating your notes with little stickers and all he can think about is bending you over the table and fucking you until you can't walk. and if you ever asked for a bite of his food, he'd literally get hard watching how wide your eyes get while he's putting the spoon in your mouth.

and he'd take such good care of his baby :( you're exactly right, he wouldn't admit all the things he wants to do to you at first. he'd finger you or eat you out and make you cum over and over, but it would take a long time for him to fuck you the way he wants to.

omfg okay so picture this: yunho is trying so hard to study (he should know better than to try to study with you by now, but i digress) and you're feeling so needy. it would start with a, "yuyu can you play with me?" and he'd answer with a simple, "not now, baby. need to get this done." and you keep begging and he keeps brushing you off until you just pick up his hand and shove his fingers in your mouth. those mfs are LONG so you'd definitely be gagging and once you pull off he'd just stare at you with super wide eyes. say something like "i wanna be your slut yuyu :( i want you to fuck me dumb :(" and he'd shove everything off the desk, explain the color system, and rail you until you're sobbing

#i had to stop bc this started getting long... and i didn't even get into the hard dom stuff yet 😭😭 #💔 anon #ateez smut #yunho smut #ateez hard hours #mdni #bunny's mailbox 📬

[jeongvision]

unconditional love

synopsis. if you were to ask yourself, ‘when did you realize that you were in love with lee jeno?’, you wouldn’t know how to respond. in fact, there was never a moment where you weren’t in love with him. but what happens when he asks you the same question? you might have to take a rain check, literally.

pairing. best friend! lee jeno ✗ fem! reader

genre. fluff, humor, childhood friends au, friends to lovers au

word count. 1.6k

warnings. none! but highkey though this made me fall in love with jeno :(

song. walking in the rain by chancellor & younha

author’s note. happy birthday @sehunniepotwrites​!​ not sure if this is fluffy enough for you but hope you enjoy this lil blurb! cheers to another one of your milestones and many more in life!

ps. there are two lines in this fic that are from a poem written by e.e. cummings! not going to say which ones or the title of the poem bc it might spoil future plans i have oop

You were one of the few fortunate people on the planet to still be friends with someone from your childhood. To have so many worthwhile memories shared with someone must be cherished at all cost. And many times were you afraid that Jeno might get tired of being friends with you, but being the ethereal person he is, he casted all your worries away and assured you that he had no plans on leaving you any time soon.

And perhaps somewhere down the line, the love you had for him went far beyond what people would label as ‘friendship,’ and dared enough to say, you were in love with him. If a stranger were to describe how you looked whenever you were with him, many would describe you to be enamored.

And if you happened to be enamored for your childhood friend, then so be it.

You fear no fate, for he is your fate, your sweet.

“Can I ask you something, y/n?”

Currently, you two are sat outside of a café near your home: 7 Dreams. It was a beautiful day out, the sun warming the air around you, flutters of clouds scattered throughout the blue sky. You expressed your desires to Jeno earlier that you wanted to sit out on the tables they placed outside their shop. It has been a little chilly from the past few days with occasional rain showers here and there, and you want nothing more than to relish in the warm weather after days of being forced into the solitude of your home.

“Sure. What is it?”

But before you could take a sip of your green tea latte, you’re thrown off by his question.

“When did you first fall in love with me?”

Your fingers stilled at the ceramic handle of your mug. You didn’t know what brought that question to the latter’s mind. Granted, you two have had your fair shares of flirtations and courtship, but never acted beyond past it. It was all done with jest, as you two would put it. You could easily lie to him, saying that you only saw him as a friend, but never to yourself; your heart betrays you with palpitations and inclinations for your best friend from just the mere thought of him.

You forced a stoic expression on your face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He huffs out a breath from your response.

“Y/n, there’s no point in trying to hide it. I’ve known you for almost my whole life, so I know when you’re lying to me. The look you give me is different from how you looked at Johnny when you two were together.”

A snort escapes from your lips.

“And what does my ex have to do with this?” You could see a teasing grin poke through his demeanor, prompting an eye roll from you.

“So you admit that you do look at me differently then.”

“No, Jeno, I am not admitting to anything. And even if I did look at you differently, how would you know if I was in love with you?”

“Because you would’ve denied it by now. And right now, you’re just stepping around the question.”

You squint your eyes a little, to which Jeno does the same back.

“Oh, so I’m the bad guy now? How about when I asked you for the name of the person you liked a couple years back?”

And so, his eyebrows rise a little at your bold question, head tilted a little to the side.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he counters.

You couldn’t help but let out an incredulous laugh, your head shaking from disbelief.

“Oh, don’t fake naivety, Jeno. Senior prom, when we were each other’s date because you ‘didn’t receive any prom-posals from anyone’, when I knew fully well that you received many of them from both guys AND girls. You just denied them all.”

You could clearly play the memory out in the back of your head, a movie projector showcasing your youthful-self slow dancing with a bashful Jeno in the middle of the dance floor, your arms wrapped his neck and his hands on your waist. Both of your feet moved in sync with one another, eyes searching within the depths of each other’s soul, oblivious of the whispers and stares around you that spoke nothing short but envy for the sight that laid before them is one worth capturing.

“We were dancing to Hearts Don’t Break Around Here. You know, the one by Ed Sheeran?” you followed.

His smile grows fond at the memory of it.

“Oh, we’re in love, aren’t we?”

“Jeno!” You give a light slap on his forearm and he laughs at your response. “Now is not the time to start saying song lyrics!”

It’s a wonder how you managed to last this long from professing your feelings out to him. You two did almost everything together and experienced many firsts together. First road trip together, first beach date together - you even experienced your first pet purchase together. So what’s stopping you from confessing to him?

“Look, what I’m trying to say is that I have a feeling that you’re in love with me,” you said.

There’s a glint in his eyes filled with mirth.

“And how can you be so sure?”

“Because of the way you look at me?”

“And it’s the same way as how you look at me?”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure.”

“So you admit that you’re in love with me.”

Before you could continue on with your playful banter, you stopped yourself short. You take a moment to process his words in. Wait, did he just? Your words get caught in your throat. Did he just admit that he feels the same way towards me?

He notices your shock and uses this moment to his advantage to continue on, each word laced with certainty.

“If you’re saying that the way you look at me is the same as how I look at you, then that means that you are in love with me, because I don’t know how else to say that I am very much in love with you, y/n.”

Heat resonates all throughout your body. Your heart beats erratically and you’re at loss of words. Flustered you are, but who wouldn’t be? For years, you’ve pinned after your best friend, hoping for the day to come where he reciprocates your feelings. You had an inkling that he had some sort of romantic feelings for you as he always seemed to reject everyone’s relationship proposal, justifying his reasoning to be that there’s already someone he likes.

“Who is it?”

“An angel.”

“What’s their name?”

“Something pretty.”

“Jeno.”

“Y/n.”

And you just drop the conversation like that, frustrated by his vague answers. But nevertheless, you could never get tired of him. Something about him gravitates you towards him, the feelings you’ve harbored in secrecy burning brighter than ever whenever you’re by his side. He’s not perfect, but to you, he’s the best thing to appear in your life. From the crinkling of his eyes to the sweet smiles of his lips to the red tint of his neck and ears.

You want no world, for he is your entire world, your true.

“Look, it’s raining.”

Breaking out of your reverie, you look up to Jeno to see him peering out on the streets. You follow suit to see raindrops falling onto the pavement. It slowly gains momentum, growing heavier and louder with each passing second. Fortunately, you two are shielded from the rain with the veranda attached to the cafe. The sun peaks through the crevices of the clouds, still lighting the world around you with a subtle rainbow blossoming up into the spring sky.

You hear Jeno let out a laugh, bringing your attention back to him. There’s a wistful smile on his face when he asks you, “Remember when we were little, we would always run out in the rain on the concrete and just jump around? Pretend that we were in some kind of movie?”

You mirror his expression, your mind replaying a distant memory you shared with him.

“Our parents would always yell at us for that, saying we’ll get sick if we don’t stop.”

Your gaze trails back out onto the pavements. Then, you felt an itch in your fingers, an itch in your feet. Not literally, but you have this sudden urge to move. To dance. To celebrate. To relive those moments once more.

It’s almost as if the stars were aligned at that moment and heard your wishes, because you see Jeno get up from his seat and take a step forward and immerse himself out into the rain. His entire figure instantly gets drenched from the falling raindrops, not caring for a single second that he might catch a cold from his actions. Before you could call out to him, he looks back at you with a grin, and perhaps it might be your most favorite accessory he wears on himself.

He offers his hand out to you.

“May I have this dance, ma chérie?”

You’re taken back to the same distant memory again. Every single time, without fail, young Jeno would always ask for your hand to dance with him under the rain, to which you would always oblige with, “Well, of course mon cher.” But this time, you decide to switch it up a little.

You stand up from your seat and step closer to your best friend, a push away from falling victim to the rain with him. Your pupil flourishes with adoration for the man that stands before you.

“Only if you hold onto my hand, mon cher.”

He raises an eyebrow at your proposition. Amused he is, for there is a sliver of smirk adorned on his lips.

“Is that a threat, ma chérie?”

If Jeno were to ask you again when you first fell in love with him...

“It’s an invitation, mon cher.”

… you would say that you were always in love with him.

“If it’s like that, then I’d never let you go.”

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[volleychumps]

bro im am: in love with literally everything you put out and i've had this probably really specific, self-indulgent request and am highkey scared it'll flop because not much can relate but it's been living in my mind rent free: remember that one episode where hinata talks to a classmate, saying how it'd be cool to have a band cheer for the vball team?? Well, it gave me an idea, so how about boys of your choice with a musically adept s/o?? she's part of the school band which frequently performs in tournament matches to cheer. her talent made her pretty well-known, though fame can attract both good and bad people—what happens when a guy from the opposing team gets a little too friendly? headcanons or scenarios is also up to you, and feel free to make s/o a crush instead (they aren't dating yet) if that makes the writing process more flexible! thank you so much, and have a lovely day/night!

 VolleyBoys with a Crush on Singer S/O

~ when you come and perform at one of their games in order to give school spirit, you’re approached by someone from another team because of your talent, leaving some less than happy boys

format: scenarios

genre: fluff

- includes: Suna, Semi, and Matsukawa 

Warning(s): slight cursing, possessive volleyboys 

Playing with some characters I’ve never really wrote for before, let me know how I do! 

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Suna (main vocals)

“You’re staring.” 

“Go give your attention to someone who cares.” Suna’s lazy tone was a bit more snipped than usual as the cheers from the crowd finally died down, irritation evident in his tone as Atsumu smirks. The dark-haired blocker could pretend to be as uncaring as he wanted, but his tone gave him away. 

“Mad Y/N’s getting all the attention?” 

“Nah, he’s pissed because he can’t hog her all to himself anymore.” 

Suna rolled his eyes, Osamu merely shrugging alongside his brother as the three towel off in the middle of a break point for Inarizaki’s school band to make their performance. He hated that he loved seeing you up there, a light sheen of sweat on your forehead from the performance, your hair tied back with a wide smile on your face- 

he hated seeing everyone see you. 

“Yeah, so how’s that going for you? How are you two not dating yet-” 

“Kita-san, I think Atsumu and Osamu have questions about the play.” Suna cupped his mouth as the twins stiffen.  The dark haired spiker waved mockingly goodbye as his teammates were snatched by the collars, focusing his attention to what he had orginally been quietly watching. He tilted his head as you struggled to open the top of your water bottle, peering at it with a pout before he scoffs, beginning to walk- 

“Need help, sweetheart?” 

Suna stopped. 

You blinked, eyes widening as Kuroo Tetsurou easily twisted the cap off, handing it back to you with a naturally sly grin. He reaches a hand to the back of his neck as you smile in thanks, tilting the water back. 

“So the kitty can sing?” 

“Kitty?!” You choked on your water, noting his school colors before flushing. Why on earth was the Nekoma team captain flirting with the lead singer of the school band for Inarizaki? 

“I’m guessing you liked that.” Kuroo chuckles, patting your back in a more-than-friendly manner as you continue to cough, and your bandmates whistle, pretending not to notice the attractive captain’s advances. 

“Untrue. Don’t you have a game to play or something?” There’s no malicious intent behind your words, so Kuroo’s grin turns into a soft smirk as he begins to lean a little closer- 

“Gross. You’re all sweaty.” 

A towel is pressed to your face, Suna unfazed as you complain against the material. You feel the back of your head touch his chest as Suna pulls you into him with the towel pressed on your face, sharp eyes narrowing ever so slightly as Kuroo’s feral ones remain amused. 

“Looks like this kitten is domesticated.” 

You break free for a second, popping out of the towel successfully. “I’m not a kitten!” 

“Sure, kitten.” Kuroo winks at you again, beginning to walk off before sparing a glance to Suna, nodding once in amusement. You remain distracted, spinning on your heel to face your friend in embarrassment and confusion. 

“Why would you-?!” 

“Hey.” Suna tilts his head, dull eyes staring into yours as you find it a little harder to swallow. 

“What?” 

He bends down to your height, flicking the tip of your nose as you begin to protest- 

“Good performance. Come meet me after I rock this cat’s ass in this match, yeah?” His palm is warm on top of your head as you find yourself nodding stupidly as he brushes past you to a smiley Atsumu, sharp eyes searching for Kuroo Tetsurou. 

“So how’s it going?” 

“Go to hell, Atsumu.” 

“Is he blushing, Osamu?” 

“Yep.” 

Semi (Guitarist)

“Out of your league.”

“I literally haven’t said anything.” Semi shoots back at the redhead, and Tendou grins as he also watches your jogging-away figure as you head back for the stage. A scarlet bandana was now tied around your wrist, Semi’s eyes darting everywhere as Tendou’s grin turns sinister. 

“Oh? Y/N-chan, will you wear my bandana so I can brand you? I’m begging-!” 

“Do you want to punch him or should I?” Semi snips, and Goshiki slowly stops Shirabu from raising his hand as Ushijima props one eye open at the situation from his concentration. 

“Why’d you give it to her then?” Taichi asks, genuinely interested as you bop your head to the final song atop the stage, fingering the strings of your guitar with a small smile at your new goodluck charm. 

“Are you kidding me? Those two are always joined at the hip, I knew one of them was in love with the other.” Shibraru doesn’t miss a beat as Ojiro chuckles, having noticed that as well. Semi scoffs over the music, as if that were the craziest thing in the world. 

“Y/N L/N? As if.” 

“Have fun convincing yourself.” Ushijima closes his eyes again just as the song ends, and Semi’s cheeks begin to flare up as he grabs his hair in frustration, an annoying pounding in his chest. 

“Well, don’t take too long now.” Tendou sings, looking at an entertaining sight. “If you don’t want Y/N, do you think the pretty boy from Fukurodani wants her?” 

Semi stalls, thinking Tendou was playing another one of his mind games before looking as well, mouth drying at the sight. 

Akaashi Keiji had offered you a hand as you propped your guitar, making your way off the stage easier as you had seemed worried about getting down before. 

The setter’s throat tightened as you accepted, a smile tickling your cheeks as Akaashi helps you off the stage in a gentlemanly manner. You stumble slightly, giggling as Akaashi fondly steadies you by the waist, complimenting you on your performance. 

“I could never do that, L/N-san. You’re very talented.” 

“It’s really nothing...” 

Semi felt it then. Too used to watching from so far away, yet always close enough to keep you in view. 

But you stood close to him. Mere minutes before, excited gleam in your eye as he tied the bandana around your wrist, and you had locked eyes with him. It was only for a few moments, calloused fingers almost inching towards his- 

“Y/N. I give you this crap and you don’t even use it?” Semi was annoyed, dark eyes flaring as he bounds over to the two of you as you blink in confusion, his teammates watching the spectacle with slight interest. You flush as Semi’s eyes harden in the direction of Akaashi, who’s head tilts slightly. 

“What-?” 

“Shut it. I’ll do it if you won’t, why’d you even ask?” Semi clicks his tongue as he unties the bandana, pooling your hair into a makeshift knot before barely glancing at the blue-eyed setter, focusing his attention on your hair as he stakes his claim. 

“Something you needed with our band captain?” 

“Nope. Just glad to have been of some aid. Then...” He nodded to you, but Semi could see the slight disappointment in his eyes underneath the cool atmosphere Akaashi held up as he walked onto the opposite side of the court. 

“...Sorry Semi.” 

“For what?” Semi questioned, feeling the embarassment beginning to creep up on him, heat tickling his cheeks as he watches you shuffle a bit from the proximity. He felt you shiver once his fingers accidentally grazed the back of his neck, causing Semi’s voice to get caught in his throat. 

“Not using your bandana correctly...” You mumbled, the tips of your ears turning pink as Semi watches in bewilderment. A lilt tickled the edge of his lips as he finished tying the scarlet material, leaning down from behind you so his forehead touched your shoulder as if he were exhausted. You tensed up before relaxing, enjoying his touch. 

“Don’t worry about it.” 

Matsukawa (drummer) 

“How far do you think I can go to piss off your little fanboys?”

“Why are you even over here?” 

“Moral support, princess.” Matsukawa grinned into his water bottle as you half-heartedly help him wipe the sweat gathered at his neck, your friend flicking off Hanamaki and Oikawa in the distance as they make romantic gestures with their hands as they go unnoticed by you. 

“You look like you’re dead tired and it’s only halfway through the game.” You note, handing him back the towel as Matsukawa grins, leaning a little closer to you from his spot next to you on the edge of the stage. 

“Careful, you might make me think you care about me.”

“Of course I do.” You don’t miss a beat, already distracted with slipping your drumsticks out of your pocket. Matsukawa’s jaw slackens a little as you get up, nudging him with your foot to get off before shooting him an easy smile. 

“We’re friends, aren’t we? Even though you’re kind of an asshole.” 

The brunette recovers quickly, Matsukawa smirking as he slips off the stage as you settle back into your drumset. 

“You love me, princess.” 

“Yeah yeah, go swat a volleyball around.” Your tone is teasing as your bandmates begin to fall back into place, and Matsukawa mockingly salutes you before walking back to his team, ignoring the involuntary replaying of your words in his head. 

Of course I do.

He was oddly quiet as Hanamaki teased him, watching as your band fell into a beautiful rhythm led by your hands. Agitation grew in his stomach as it mixed with his stupid crush on you, wanting nothing more than to let all your little fans to become severely disappointed because of him. 

Matsukawa Issei was a very possessive man, but it was an underlying kind of possessive. The kind of posessive where he silently protected you from those who were attracted by your talent and style, or the kindness in your smile or witty comebacks- 

“Uh, Matsukawa?” 

“I don’t give a fuck if you think you’re going to be the best man at mine and Y/N’s nonexistent wedding-” 

“No.” Hanamaki grinned, jutting his head in your direction. Matsukawa didn’t even realize the song had ended, watching as Atsumu Miya had picked up your hand, bringing it up to his lips flirtatiously as you stared wide-eyed as if you had busted a fuse. 

“Yep. My bad, there will be no wedding.” Hanamaki clasps his shoulder, not realizing the impact of his teasing words. “Because Atsumu Miya’s gonna get her first if you don’t step up your game, bro.” 

But Matsukawa didn’t reply with some witty comeback, still watching as Atsumu brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. He didn’t like it. The embarrassed look on your face, the awkward smile on your lips, the laugh in your throat- all caused by someone who wasn’t him. 

“How about ya show me how to play those drums sometimes?” Atsumu had taken a step closer, and your fists had clenched as you felt yourself at a loss for words. You had opened your mouth to reply, but all that slipped out was a yelp.

Matsukawa easily threw you over his shoulder, grinning relaxedly at Atsumu who’s flirtatious grin had digressed back to a flat line. You knocked on Matsukawa’s back with embarrassment in your stomach, but the brunette made no move to put you down. 

“Sorry, I’m her agent. She’s gotta go meet with her fans.” 

“Issei!” 

He ignored your chants to put you down as Oikawa and Hanamaki slowly clap as he brushes past them and out the gym doors, a pounding in his ears. 

“Why are you doing this?” You question, now in an empty hallway as you hear Matsukawa scoff, still not answering your question as he continues to walk with you slung over his shoulder. 

“Issei.” 

“I told you I wanted to piss of your fanboys, didn’t I?” 

“Tell me the truth!” You raised your voice just as he put you down, and Matsukawa looks at you for a second, your back hitting the wall as he towers over you. 

“What?” Your voice was smaller now, feeling like you’ve shrunk under your friend’s serious gaze that was usually anything but. Matsukawa’s hand touches the area above your head, leaning into you so your noses are barely brushing. 

“Tell me, princess. Do you still want the truth even if it ruins our friendship?” 

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[leedosbunnyboy]

Oneus; Reaction to their cute, innocent boyfriend debuting with a dark concept.

Ravn

He already knew as he kept up-to-date with your teasers

But he's still surprised nonetheless to see how drastic the change in your demeanor was

"Is this really my (M/n)?!"

Would call you to congratulate you on your debut

Ravn would probably also mention your debut in a vlive

But would probably tease you by saying cute concept would suit you better

(He would never admit it, but be lowkey thinks the dark concept is perfect for you)

Wants to collab with you and will constantly bring it up

Learns the lyrics your song and sings it all the time

(The other members are tired of it, but they let him be cuz they know he's whipped)

Seoho

He would be extremely shocked as you never told him your group's concept to keep it a surprise

Would pause the video as soon as you came on screen

He couldn't believe the boy with black eyeliner and a victorianesque outfit, was the same person who's motto was "Pink is a staple in basic fashion"

Would immediately call you and ask;

"Who are you, and what have you done to my innocent baby (M/n)?"

But he would love the song and would sing it 24/7

Tells To Moon to stream your group's song anytime he can

Bought 5 copies of your group's album just to get your photo cards.

His members tease him for having a picture of you as his background, lockscreen, and now, his phone case

But he doesn't care, anything for his boyfriend.

If you were a vocalist in your group, he would be OBSESSED with your vocals

Leedo

Leedo knew your group wasnt going to do a cute concept, as you had told him as much

But he was surprised to see your group doing a dark concept

(Sidenote: it's my headcanon that he'd be overprotective and was worried about you doing a sexy concept, so he was rather relieved to see a different concept)

He'd constantly replay to the music video as he loved the set design and how things such as spiders and candles were incorporated to be beautiful set pieces.

(And you of course :3)

Like Seoho, he would buy one of your albums

But only one, as he was satisfied with only one photo card of you

Loves the duality of how different you are with him and takes a sense of pride in that he's the only who gets to see the cute you.

If you were a rapper of your group, he would love if you'd ask him to help you with it.

Keonhee

Your No.1 fanboy

Would watch all of your group's teasers so he knew about your concept

But that doesnt stop him from being shocked when the M/v dropped

Keonhee adores the way your makeup is done, and loves how it accentuates your features

(Would lowkey want you to do his makeup)

When you have your first line, he would internally squeal

Whether it's rap or vocal, he loves the way your voice sounds

(Not gonna say he does, but he replays your parts alot)

Learns the lyrics and sings along whenever he hears your song

Would call you to congratulate you

He would also promote your group and your song on a daily basis.

[Prepare for his instagram posts to be #stan(g/n) #stan(M/n) #stream(s/n)]

He's already anticipating your first comeback

Hwanwoong

No.1 fanboy 2.0

Didn't know about your concept, and was anticipating a cute one

So when your M/v dropped, saying he was shocked would be an understatement

His jaw would hit the floor as soon as he got a grasp of what concept it was

He would miss you the first time watching the music video

Would replay it to find you, but he couldn't seem to find you

Then he realized, you were the guy with black diamonds adorning his face and silk decorating his body

Hwanwoong would take many double takes

"No way that's (M/n). I must be watching the wrong music video."

But he knew

Would highkey be proud at how mature you seemed

Would refrain from learning your group's choreography as he wanted to learn it together with you

Also tells To Moon to stream your music video

When he told you he didn't even know you were in the music video the first time, you died laughing

Xion

Would know about your concept despite not having watched your teasers, due to how you subtly hinted at it when you were with him

(Subtle things like saying your outfits were black and the fact that your favorite group was Dreamcatcher)

Stays up all night to wait for your M/v to drop

Would he be tired in the morning?

Yes

Does he care?

No

Anything for his (M/n)

Buys your album and does a vlive in which he would listen to all your songs

Says he likes your title track "Ponzoña", but that the b-side "Skip Skip" was his favorite

(Both are songs by Purple Kiss which you should check out, they're BOPS)

Anyways...

In the same vlive, he would watch your M/v with To Moon

He would poke fun at how you the character you portray in the music video is much different than how you are in real life

Tells his fans about the time you bought matching pastel bracelets for him and yourself and shows it off

(All under the guise of a close friendship)

Would call you and tease you by mocking one of your lines

"중독시킨 내게 Fall in love, You better know, You better know 벗어날 수 없어."

"Hyung, I don't even sound like that."

"Yes you do."

"According to whom?"

"According to me, and by the laws of the Basic Boyfriend Policy, I'm correct."

Yeah, he's a dork

But loves your concept and aura

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I got this idea after Purple Kiss finally debuted. Their song Ponzoña is amazing, and the concept accompanying it is probably my favorite in all of kpop. Somewhere between a mix of elegant like Apink and dark like Dreamcatcher. I'd highly reccomend you check them out as well as their mini album. All the songs are amazing and none are skips. Hello and Skip Skip are my personal faves, but Can We Talk Again and Ponzoña are great too.

#oneus #oneus x male reader #oneus x gender neutral reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x gender neutral reader #kpop #ravn x male reader #ravn x gender neutral reader #ravn #seoho x male reader #seoho x gender neutral reader #seoho #leedo x male reader #leedo x gender neutral reader #leedo #keonhee x male reader #keonhee x gender neutral reader #keonhee #hwanwoong x male reader #hwanwoong x gender neutral reader #hwanwoong #xion x male reader #xion x gender neutral reader #xion #x male reader #x gender neutral reader #reaction

[karasunology]

MORNING KISSES + ❝ AM I YOUR LOCKSCREEN? ❞ & ❝ YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO SEE THAT. ❞ with MIYA ATSUMU !

✎ . . . hi! can i request from the prompt list you reblogged lazy morning kisses + “Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.” with atsumu? thank you!

❝ ― submitted by @ nonnie <33 ❞

-ˏˋ ➶ character(s) ━ miya atsumu <3

-ˏˋ ✉️ REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN.

⇣ please read the RULES before requesting.

✎ . . . PROMPT LIST YOU COULD REQUEST FROM. PROMPT LIST O1 | PROMPT LIST O2 | PROMPT LIST O3

[ ♡ ] in my drafts for awhile just in case i got no motivation to write and post. surprise! my drafts isn't all about me crying over skz and twice. send requests because i use them as a motivation to write🙈

MIYA ATSUMU.

➜ miya atsumu's favourite thing in the morning was waking up next to you, either you clinging onto him or vice versa ─ he didn't really mind as long as one is attached to the other.

➜ but in this case, you were the one clinging onto his torso, mouth slightly agaped ─ a drool from the side of your lips which he used his thumb to wipe it off, rolling his eyes before silently chuckling at this sight to behold in such an early hour.

➜ you were a sight to behold, one that he would like to keep to himself and only to himself; seeing how you drool, snores that were cute or snores that were not;

➜ your skin still radiant as the sunrise's illumination passed through the window shades, elicited a different angle of the auriferous extracted from the rising star ─ passing onto the shades, kissing your bare face raw and gently as all he wanted was to take a picture of you.

➜ but maybe he'll just wait for awhile

➜ in these situations, there's thre plausible scenarios that could happen

➜ one, he'll let you sleep in for a bit while he'll sit back against the headboard on his phone, usually mindlessly scrolling through the team's imessage group or tiktok.

➜ two, duh he'll eat you out HSSSJS is that even a question??

➜ three, he'll start playing with your hair; combing the strands of hair which framed your face and would then start peppering kisses all over your face softly.

➜ usually would end up with you groaning, telling him to wait for five minutes ─ like literally only five more minutes to let you sleep until he can do whatever he wants with you

➜ no, not in that way

➜ well ─

➜ and that's where MANS WOULD BRING IN THE BIG GUNS

➜ he'll kiss your neck, just to hear a small moan that wow, he just drawn out from you??

➜ but you would still never let him kiss your mouth unless he brushed his teeth this morning

➜ because unlike him, you keep a regular habit of brushing your teeth while waking up; so when you went to the bathroom at 4 am in the morning, you bet you brushed your teeth unless you wouldn't be able to fall asleep once again.

➜ and when you do tell him to brush his teeth first, he'd be highkey offended thank you very much um ,,

➜ would also earn you a grumble and groan, before childishly stompting and sulkting to the bathroom you two shared because he's a huge ass big baby dork that just wants to kiss you ─ why won't you let him kiss you? :(

➜ and expect when he comes back he'll have a puppy pout tugged on his lips as he went back to the safety of the covers. wanting to go back to your warmth but was too prideful and lowkey hurt that you didn't let him kiss you when you woke up.

➜ i told you,  c h i l d i s h.

➜ but ig you love that man😔✋

➜ and when you do initiate something physical with him, he'll just be a stubborn ass bitch and deny you of it.

“ humph! ” he'd usually say, puffing out his cheeks as he furrowed his eyebrows, crossing his arms while his pout still rested in his lips.

➜ but this is atsumu y'all, he may be hard headed but he just couldn't deny you for more than twenty minutes and after that he'll be right back into your arms.

➜ like honey ,,, marupok siya ok AHHAHAHA

“ love, i told you i don't wanna kiss you when you have that stanky ass morning breath. ”

“ loVE, i tOLd yE i dON'T wAnNa kiSs yE whEn yE hAvE thAt stAnKy ASs morniNg breAth ”

➜ ugh we love a petty ass bitch💅

“ baby, 'tsumu, i love you ” you looked up at him with puppy eyed, copying his puppy pout as well AND MANS JUST CAN'T RESIST IT ANYMORE

“ hmm . . ”

➜ he'd hum, showing you that he was contimplating his answers but you know most of the time he'd be nuzzling his face onto your neck, pressing his body against your back with his arms around your waist or torso as his chin rested in your shoulders.

“ i love you too. ” he'd mumbled, before probably kissing your ears

➜ Shawty👧🏽like a💫melody 🎶 in my ⏸ head😩that I 🙈 can’t 😰 keep out 🚫 got me😛singing 🎤 like 😳 na na na na 🤪everyday 🌈 got my ipod 📱 stuck on replay🔄...𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦...😔

➜ and you bet he'll be getting his kisses that you denied him of earlier, but times ten folds

➜ he'd kiss you with so much passion, you didn't notice the slight roughness in his actions.

➜ and he'd definitely hit you with a:

“ good morning, beautiful. ”

➜ and finally after he calms tf down, he'd be watching tiktoks on his phone while he'll be in the same position as he was before

➜ loves inhailing your scent

➜ but then his phone's battery would be dead and you got no choice but to get up

➜ until, atsumu had a great idea of using your phone to watch tiktoks on it since he knows you have it installed

➜ he was kinda weirded out when you didn't want him to open your phone, your excuse being that you guys need to eat breakfast now but mans probably wasn't buying any of it

➜ you weren't hiding anything were you?

➜ you weren't cheating on him right?

➜ hee knew you weren't that type of person at all but his insecurities got the best of him

➜ as cocky as this man is, he'd usually cover his insecurities with half-hearted confidence.

➜ again as i said he's stubborn so he wouldn't let you out of his grasps just yet

“ no :< ”

➜ and once he's got enough of play fighting, he'd simply just reach onto you, pulling you into another kiss so you wouldn't notice him taking the phone from your hands.

➜ honestly a HUGE win-win for the both of you, you = breathless, him = has your phone

“ atsumu no ─ ”

➜ his eyes slightly widened at the picture before him, both of his eyebrows rising up before looking back at you with a smug smirk tehee🙈

“ is this ─ is this why you didn't want to let me use your phone? ” he couldn't help but let a teasing grin explore his face, he didn't know that you were actually that type of person

“ haha no ─ ”

“ ─ am i your lockscreen? ” he asked you, a teasing smile accompanied by one of his eyebrows which he cocked up

“ you weren't supposed to see that. ” your face in a deep blush because oh my god after all these time you guys were with each other ─ he has never failed to make you a flustered mess

➜ after that incident, he wouldn't let you go that day. while cooking breakfast, he'd he so clingy with you that you almost burnt your pancakes

➜ just very overly touchy with you because wow was he in cloud 9, like that boosted his ego so much that it was ASTRONOMICAL at this point

➜ but ngl whenever you'd pry him off of you to go to the bathroom, he'd ALWAYS secretly look at your phone's lockscreen until the image of both him and you as your lockscreen was imbedded in his brain ─ making him giddy every damn time

#haikyuu social media au #haikyuu smau #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!! headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #miya atsumu headcanons #miya atsumu imagines #miya atsumu scenarios #miya atsumu x reader #inarizaki x reader #mbsy black jackals x reader #miya atsumu smau #haikyuu!! social media au #hq headcanons #hq imagines #haikyuu fluff

[afterhoursgame]

who are the ro's romancing in ass effect and are they playing as paragon or renegade 👀👀

Ass Effect. I am a child. Also you're getting extra info because ME is my LIFE.

Bishop: wants to be a renegade SO BAD, but he can't. Is a paragon constantly. Romances Tali, and would LOVE Fleet and Flotilla. Would know all the words to the sing along, just give him 2 days, and some snacks. Is emotionally attached to Mordin. Is likely to play again to romance Garrus.

Undine: This girl. She would try to keep things neutral, playing with both paragon and renegade choices, and inevitably fuck shit up because in some instances, she just doesn't have enough points to make a choice. Romances Liara. Secretly wishes Samara would completely DESTROY her. Lowkey into Jack.

Knight: Probably a renegade. Some of the interrupts are too good to pass up, but still doesn't like some of the renegade choices. They're too... rude for him. He'd romance Thane, sob(like all of us), replay and then romance Thane yet again. Adopts Grunt, that is his son now(same) Loves that Turians kinda look like him in a way.

Saturn: would play as both, one Renegade Shep and one Paragon Shep. Romances Kaidan, gets bored(she doesn't really like his voice), and then romances all the aliens. Her favorite would be Garrus. She cries over everything, happy or sad. Has the Garrus body pillow cover. Highkey into the Krogan.

#ask #Ro ask #all ros #Bishop #Undine #Knight #Saturn #I love this #thank you anon #I am OBSESSED #Mass Effect is my game #I think my next tattoo is going to be ME related #idk #likely #ily <3

[celestiababie]

Too Much Love pt 2- Jaehyun/Yoonoh (m/a)

Genre: angst with suggestive noncon themes, stalker!jaehyun au, college!au

Pairings: jaehyun/yoonoh x reader

Warnings: Stalking, illegal themes, reader is dumb highkey, johnny being johnny

Word count: 920

A/N: I finally decided to make a part 2. I’m not sure how many parts I’m gonna make and they definitely aren’t going to be frequent BUT follow me if you want updates on whether or not I’ll be making more or if you want to read any of the other things I’ll be writing. Btw my requests are open however I prefer answering ones that I can do in drabble format. Thank you for reading

Images of last night flashed through your head as you mindlessly stared at the back of Jaehyun's head as he sat a few seats in front of you. You both were literature majors, which made you wonder why you've never talked to him. You had the same friends, had the same major, and yet you never truly noticed him. You were shocked that you even identified his voice. 

His leg bounced up and down as he kept his head down, anxious thoughts running through his head. He knew he should have never done what he did. He should have never started watching you...he shouldn't have fallen in love with you from afar. Jaehyun could feel your eyes practically burn a hole in his scalp as you watched him intensely. 

Did she call the cops? Did she tell anyone? Oh god, what did I do? She just looked too irresistible. Fuck- the things I would do to that pretty little body if I got the chan- No, no no no, stop thinking that. Jaehyun started to breathe heavy, overwhelmed with being bombarded with his thoughts. A replay of your sleeping body in that silk nightgown rolled through his head over and over, his length hardening in his black jeans. 

Please not now, he thought to himself as he felt himself getting increasingly more aroused as the mesmerizing image refused to go away. 

Doyoung, a mutual friend of yours, looked over at Jaehyun with a concerned look on his face. He leaned his head close to the other male's and whispered, " Dude, are you alright?" 

Jaehyun was started by the voice in his ear and quickly looked over at his friend. He faked a smile and nodded his head. "Yeah, just tired. I didn't get that much sleep last night." Doyoung nodded his head at the response given and patted his back before tuning back into what their professor was saying. You watched this interaction with wide eyes before feeling a wave of anger build up. How dare he act like everything is okay? How dare he trick my friends into thinking he's a good person? 

You balled your hand into a fist but let out a heavy breath as your professor dismissed you and your classmates. You bit your lip nervously as you pulled your phone out to message...him while he packed up his belongings. 

[Sent at 10:45 am] I want to talk to you, stay outside of class.

Jaehyun felt his phone buzz and looked at the message from the unknown number. He felt panic fill his body, immediately thinking the message came from you. There's no way...she doesn't have my number, it can't be her. 

His head turned to look over at you, and sure enough, you were already staring at him with an unreadable expression on your face. Jaehyun silently cursed at himself. His heart rate speeds up as he thinks all the possibilities of what you'd say to him. Would you yell at him for everyone to hear? Maybe this was just a ploy and someone was waiting to arrest him as soon as he walked out of class? 

He tried to shake the thoughts out of his head as he rushed out of the room but waited. 

You took a deep breath to calm your nerves one Jaehyun left the room, your planned out thoughts now leaving your head. You hesitantly made your way out of the classroom, both relieved and nervous when you saw that Jaehyun had waited as you requested. 

Taking another deep breath, you made your best attempt at looking confident as you spoke up, "I know it was you in my room last night, and before you try and deny it, let me speak." Jaehyun looked at you with wide eyes from your blunt words, quickly looking around to make sure no one else heard. "If you're wondering how I got your number, you can thank Johnny for giving it to me. He also told me that you had a crush on me. And let me just tell you that being a fucking creep isn't how you deal with crushes." 

Your brows were furrowed as you spoke to him, Jaehyun listening silently with his head down, guilt and shame flooding his body. 

"I also have the feeling that wasn't the first time you watched me, was it? So, how long, Jaehyun?" You gulped nervously as you anticipated his response, surely this wasn't going on for too long, right? 

As soon as the question left your lips, Jaehyun looked up at you, his jaw clenched as he hesitated to answer. "Nearly a year," he mumbled underneath his breath. "Please..don't tell anyone, please. I know I fucked up and I honestly don't know why you haven't called the cops, but I swear it won't happen ever agai-" His words were cut off once someone slung their arm around his shoulder. 

"So I see you finally got Y/N's attention~" You looked up at the tall male and nervously chuckled. "That he did, Johnny..." 

"You two better thank me when you get married and have six kids." He joked. 

"That's not funny, John," Jaehyun said in a stern voice, frustrated that he couldn't get the privacy he needed. 

"Calm down, Jae, it's just a joke~" The tall male teased before his eyes lit up with an idea. "There's a party tonight. You two should come together! It'll be fun." 

Before Jaehyun could protest, you already spoke up, your response shocking you both. 

"We'll be there."

#nct #nct127 #nct imagines #nct127 imagines #nct smut #nct127 smut #nct angst #nct127 angst #nct jaehyun #jaehyun #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun smut #jaehyun angst #jaehyun reactions #nct reactions #jung jaehyun #jung yoonoh #jung jaehun smut #jung jaehyun imagines #jung jaehyun angst #jung yoonoh smut #jung yoonoh imagines #jung yoonoh angst #kpop smut #kpop imagines

[nanasarea]

Lee Jeno as your idol bf

Genre: fluff

Pairing: jeno x idol!reader

Prompt: Jeno and you being the cutest duo

Request: Can i request maybe Jeno as your idol boyfriend?

Word count: 1348

Haechan /  Yuta / Mark /  Jaemin / Chenle / Renjun / Jisung / Jaehyun

you were a new sm rookie

so you saw each other a lot

but you never actually interacted

he had his busy schedule

and you spent most of your time practicing

but you whenever you saw him

your heart went boom

we got that boom boom boom boom boom 

but his does too

he was the mc when you debuted

he stood next to you when he introduced your group

yeeun was on the other side

and he had to give you some flowers

yeeun gave your band mate some too

but that didn’t stop him from blushing 

the dreamies teased him so much

he replays the video on youtube

like 25 times

fast forward to promotions

you go on a variety show 

it’s an sm special

so a few members from nct, your group, red velvet, so on

and the mc asks you for your ideal types

jeno gets shy instantly

“are you shy because she’s here?” - renjun

*cue to Renjun’s funeral*

he just smiles 

while mentally punching Renjun

but it’s okay 

because he physically punches Haechan when he said

“bro, you’ve had this crush since she was a rookie, man up.”

at least you don’t know it’s you, right?

haha wrong

Haechan is there what do you expect

he accidentally says you name when he explains Jeno’s crush

RIP Renhyuck when they get back to the dorms

mainly hyuck tho

your members tease you for it too 

because they know you have the biggest crush on him

“Jeno, it’s okay, y/n has a crush on you t-”

you end up putting your hand over their mouth a little too late

you know how irene is like almost everyone under sm’s mom?

she ends up setting you up 

“ah, young love.” 

“irene-noona, you’re acting like you’re 50″ -jeno

“shush, child.” -irene

you stay after practice to work on your dance

just so happens that jeno also planned to practice then

so you end up showing off to each other

and flirting

very shy flirting 

because he gets flustered when either of you say anything

or do anything

he gets so red when you bring up the variety show

you end up just sitting on the floor

and talking the whole night

yes, the whole night

mark walks in to start practice

“I didn’t know anyone was going to be here this early.”

“early?”

“it’s 7am?”

cue looking at each other and getting flustered

thankfully mark came for 127 practice

yours don’t start until 3

and Jeno’s doesn’t start till 6

so you end up getting some coffee 

at this point, you’ve spent 12 hours together

but neither of you are ready to say goodbye

sure, you ran out of things to say

but was that going to stop either of you?

hahahahaha no

you end up going back to your dorms for lunch time

because both of your members were worried

and you hadn’t showered last night

and you had practice

so by this point, you needed one

but before going your separate ways

he gets your number

obviously

and you give it to him

obviously

you haven’t even been seeing each other for 3 weeks

but the fans know

the fans know everything

with like almost no proof

you go out and invite some friends to avoid a dating scandal?

they see right through it

even with hats, sunglasses and masks?

they recognize based on your height

so sm’s like “yes, they are dating, now shut the fuck up”

fans: we been knew tho

ok so remember when

chenle: jaemin mom, jeno dad

well

congrats, you’ve just adopted a whole group of chaotic crackhead

not that you mind

you love them

jisung even starts calling you his parent

casually

jaemin is like highkey annoyed

first you steal his boyfriend, now his son?

but it’s okay

because you also steal his heart

believe it or not, he’s your number 1# shipper

you were shocked but not surprised

bc like you two do be cute

going on vlive together like all the time

mainly voice only

bc “babe, i have no makeup on.”

“jeno, literally stfu, you look perfect”

“aww, babe.”

renjun throwing up in the bg

i’m not saying he would want to match 

but he would lowkey want to match

you’d end up asking jaemin to take like 879 pictures

jaemin lowkey loves it

but he still complains

you have to buy him coffee for his hard work

your ig account being filled with cute pics like

“ootd w/ babe”

you mention jsmr to him once

and he starts doing them again

even features you on one of them

he just stares at you the whole time

did you actually do a good job with the asmr?

do you think he cares?

you’re cute, 

he’s whipped,

you could scream into the mic and he’d be like

“omg, that was amazing”

whipped jeno whipped jeno whipped jeno whipped jeno whipped jeno

oh and 

did i mention whipped jeno?

your comeback teaser came out like 3 seconds ago?

he’s already watched it 5 times

screenshots every frame with you in it

fanboys

then proceeds to fanboy to you

“bABE YOU LOOK TOO GOOD, YOU’RE PAYING FOR MY MEDICAL BILL BC I JUST HAD A HEART ATTACK”

daily snaps from him when you both have schedules

sometimes even from hyuck teasing him

sends a photo of jeno on his phone

with a picture of you in a thought bubble over his head

“y/n, we love you, but we need to be on stage in 2 minutes and he’s still on his phone talking to you. stop.”

so he might have bought your album like 34 times

he didn’t get your photocard

and he was going to get your photocard

sure, he could have just bought the photocard somewhere on ebay

but no, he wanted to get it in the album

he finally does and sends you a snap 

posing with the card 

40 albums in the bg

“finally got yours, babe :) “

he’s too precious

you end up rapping his verse once on tv

he has the video saved on his phone

watches it before bed

and when he wakes up

“renjun, look at this one fancam, i can’t”

“damn”

“huang rENJUN, THAT IS MINE”

jealous jeno? 

jealous jeno

he respects you and knows you’re only his

but he still gets a tiny bit jealous when you interact with other idols

hears a new rookie group member say you’re his idol type

“nOPE, BUDDY, THAT’S MY LINE”

reassuring him that he’s your one and only

you come to his concert

you sit with his 127 and wayv members

you’re expecting a cute family friendly concert

until he starts making dream show

a strip show

doyoung’s just like

“so, my son is grounded now”

johnny just nudges you and smirks

you end up blushing 

like a lot

he has a secret fan account

and so do you but shhh he doesnt know 

ends up liking a tweet on his main account

by accident

and now everyone knows

you tease him

the dreamies tease him

doyoung scolds him

and then teases him

back to him being an mc

you just had a comeback

and he secretly holds your hand behind your backs

but it’s not secretly

because everyone sees

and it’s okay

bc it’s cute af

you end up doing an sm station together

you wrote the song together

about each other

so you spend a lot of time in the studio

messing around

you try and write some lyrics

but get distracted by him playing guitar

you just stare at him

and he gets so shy when he notices

the mv is filled with cute videos of you two

there’s this one scene where he does something very cheesy

and renhyuck end up recreating it

to tease you two

but you don’t care

you’re too whipped for each other 

to sum it up: your most frequent view is his eye smile and you’re not even mad, because you’re just as whipped for him as he is for you

hi, i love jeno 🥺

#nct #nct dream #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #nct au #nct dream au #lee jeno #lee jeno x reader #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #idol au #nct scenario #nct one shot #nct imagine #nct dream scenario #nct dream one shot #nct dream imagine

[gohyuck]

hi, for the dreamie drabble game; jeno with 4, 8 and 6 please ^^

based off of this post

this is highkey a ficlet because it’s 1.7k words but whatever

okay i wanna expand this and make it a full fic with a lot more detail and timestamps but idk if anyone would ever want that so lmk if you do i guess?

4: college

8: childhood friends

6:  “you used to joke calling me little brother but something changed and now you’re my girl.”

[february of 2019]

after being denied entry at not one but two frat parties (dismissed each time with ‘what kind of freshmen think they’re allowed in?’ and laughter that can only be described as mocking) your friends and you find yourselves back where you pre-gamed: the lobby of your residence hall. your RA has been turning a blind eye for quite some time (you mentally thank johnny for being the chillest person alive), allowing all of you to drink almost completely freely in your dorm’s common areas.

as you settle onto one of the beat up couches in the corner farthest away from the entrance, you can’t help but survey your surroundings. mark is getting his ass absolutely handed to him by donghyuck at the center pool table while renjun discreetly videotapes the debacle. you have a sneaking suspicion that he’ll edit it to death (you can envision it now - the camera zooming in on mark’s face after he accidentally hits the 8 ball in prematurely, colors fading to black and white as wasted swims across the screen in bold, brilliantly red letters) and post it on his growing youtube channel by tomorrow night. jaemin, ryujin, and chaeryeong are parked in front of the sole tv, hollering drunkenly at whatever game replay is flashing across the screen. yeji and chenle are bickering over something or the other - “a yellow hat? with that monstrosity of a jacket? are you out of your damn mind, zhong?” - and jisung, who, like chenle, is definitely still a high schooler, sits on his phone in a corner of the room, likely playing pubg.

even in a room full of the people you love most, however, your gaze ends up naturally falling on the person beside you - jeno, who pauses in whatever he’s doing (moving magazines off of the coffee table so he can put his feet on it) to send you a small smile that makes your heart beat out of your chest. he finishes up, setting his bottle of dos equis down on a haphazard stack of time mags before leaning back onto the couch, throwing one of his arms around you as he does. before you can say anything, he pulls you into his chest, pressing his lips to your temple.

you relax into his arms, knowing it’s exactly where you’re meant to be. frankly, you note, it’s a wonder that it wasn’t always like this.

[june of 2012]

you shift awkwardly on your feet as you wait. you chew on the inside of your cheek, you inspect your nails for dirt not once, not twice, but thrice. the door stays closed, though, and you wonder how long you have to stay before your mother calls you back.

after what feels like a true eternity, you sigh, finally giving up. just as you turn around, however, you hear the door fly open behind you, hitting a wall - or a person, you aren’t sure - with a resounding thwack that makes you wince on impulse. you turn around quickly, only to come face to face with a boy who’s wearing the most sheepish expression of all time.

“hi,” you say once you’ve regathered your wits, stepping forward to reach out your hand. “i’m (name), and i live right next door. i figured i should introduce myself, since you’re new.” a lie. your mom had noticed that your new neighbors seemed to have a kid around your age and had all but forced you to go talk to him. she seemed excited at the prospect of you making a new friend. you? you really couldn’t care less.

the boy smiles, taking your outstretched hand into his. he shakes it once, twice before letting go, and you find yourself smiling back before you can register your own reaction.

“i’m jeno,” he finally says, and a voice in the back of your mind tells you that this moment is important. you push it away. “it was nice to meet you,” he says politely, although not unkindly, and you recognize that neither of you have much else to say to each other. it isn’t an unpleasant end to the conversation, but, and you only realize this much, much later, it’s a reasonably pleasant beginning to the most important friendship of your life.

[april of 2015]

“so i went in and asked for extra credit and, surprisingly, he said y- jeno!” you reach across the table to smack your best friend’s hand away from your basket of french fries, only to hand him one of your precious fries yourself once he pouts at you. your friend felix snorts at your interaction, and you shoot him your best pissed-off glare you can muster.

“i can’t believe mr. kim really gave you extra credit, though. he’s usually kind of a hard ass.” somi brings your attention back to your story, and you nod in agreement.

“maybe he just likes (name),” jeno says, leaning across the food court table to finesse another one of your fries. “after all, who could dislike you?” he directs the last part at you, and you can’t help but roll your eyes even as you smile at him.

“you’re just saying that because you want more of my fries,” you state, pulling your tray towards you. your best friend furrows his brow at the growing space between him and his (your) potatoes, but before he can say anything, hyunjin beats him to it.

“we’ll be late to the movie if you two idiots keep flirting, so let’s get a move on, maybe?”

before you and jeno can protest, the rest of your friends are already getting up to go throw away the remnants of their lunches. you simply share a look with jeno that says everything you need to say before you both toss your trash away and move to join the rest of your” friends. as you all fall into step and chatter with each other, jeno throws his arms easily over your shoulder. you fall into his side embrace naturally.

neither of you notice the glances your friends throw at you from time to time.

[january of 2017]

“are you sure you and jeno aren’t a thing?”

somi has always been fairly blunt, and you suppose you can’t blame her for something that’s so inherent. still, you choke on air, forcing daehwi to smack you repeatedly on the back until your breathing pattern restores itself. 

“god no, not at all,” you force out between wheezes. “he’s like - he’s like a little brother to me.”

“so i guess we live in alabama now-” she starts, but before she can finish her sentence, jeno drops his backpack down onto the seat next to you. 

you turn around to greet him, only to be taken aback by just how pissed off he looks. in that moment, you decide it’s better if you leave him alone, though you do make sure to tell yourself to ask him about what’s bothering him after school. after all, he’s your ride home anyways.

“can you find someone else to drive you home today? i have errands to run.” jeno asks you, abruptly pulling you from your thoughts. his voice is low, slightly gruffer than usual. whatever it is must really, really have upset him.

“sure,” you say, shooting him a smile that’s - you hope - reassuring. he doesn’t return the expression, only nodding curtly before moving to pull his notebook out of his backpack. you turn away from him as well to face the board, although you find it hard for you to focus when the teacher starts to drone on and on about l’hospital’s rule.

you started the class period with no worries, and you’re going to end it with two: is your crush on jeno really that obvious? and, speaking of jeno, what’s bothering him so much? it can’t be you, can it?

[september of 2018]

“so that’s it, then?” 

jeno’s voice is steady but as sharp as a knife, and if you weren’t so angry at him you’d stop pacing to ask him if he’s doing okay. unfortunately for both of you, however, you’re pissed. extremely pissed. at him. 

“what’s it? huh? pray, tell me, what the fuck is it?”

“our friendship. it’s over, right? ever since you started hanging out with that prick yeonjun -”

“- he’s not a prick!”

“ever since you’ve started hanging out with him,” jeno continues. “you’ve had no time for me. none! i don’t care if you don’t like me back, but at the very least it would be cool if you made some goddamn time for me!” he slams his hands onto the frame of his bunk bed to emphasize his last point, but you don’t register the noise.

he likes you? jeno... likes you?

“you like me?” your voice is soft, a direct contrast to how jeno’d been speaking only moments earlier. he whips his head around to stare at you, and you see the realization of what he’s said dawn on him.

“fuck...” he murmurs, stepping back to lean against the ladder that’s build into his bed. you take the opportunity to step forward, your chest heaving as you try to let all of your anger go as you realize why jeno’s been acting the way he has.

“i’m not dating yeonjun, by the way,” you finally say once you’re directly in front of him. “how could i, when it’s always been you?”

[back to february of 2019]

“you know, it’s kind of crazy that we ended up together now, just within the last school year, after being best friends for all these years.” you say, looking up at your boyfriend. he raises an eyebrow back at you before leaning both of you over so he can grab his beer. 

“yeah? and whose fault is that?”

“both of ours? duh?” you respond, though you know he’s only messing with you. still, he just laughs before throwing a reply back at you. 

“you used to joke, calling me little brother, but something changed and now you’re my girl.” he emphasizes ‘something’ with just the right amount of pointedness, and you can’t help but roll your eyes at him.

“yeah, that something was me confessing to you, you idiot.”

“you only confessed because i told you i liked you first!” he exclaims, and you can’t help but giggle at his antics before craning your neck to press a kiss to his cheek. before jeno can capture your lips with his own, however, you hear someone mutter a ‘disgusting’ from somewhere above you.

you both look up only to come face-to-face with renjun’s video camera.

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[the-eve-codes]

see ya later, alligator.

i’ve spent ages thinking how to write this without sounding like a whiny miserable brat looking for attention or sympathy or even a “but omg you’re so talented” (lol idc if that’s narcissistic hear me out here) but hey, this is my blog, if i want to make it my personal diary of shit i can’t talk to my rl friends about who don’t know about jcink i will. but im not that mean to make everyone read it if you don’t want to, so the rest is below the cut

i keep telling myself to come back off my so called hiatus, and i’ve made a few codes that i’ve posted somewhere even, and i lurk around on the resource sites but i just can’t bring myself to properly come back. i can’t even make myself go on discord (so sorry to anyone i sorta just....ghosted...). i don’t even remember the last time i enjoyed writing rp related content ffs. i can get semi hype but as soon as it gets to actually mucking in my enthusiasm just disappears. my creative streak feels as though its waned; the idea of writing new characters feels like a stretch my brain can’t make anymore, and replaying my existing characters feels boring at this stage.

as for my coding, i just....feel like i’m plugging away for no reason. there’s no point of the codes i make outside of a very limited niche, and even within jcink most sites have in house codes so they’re not even looking externally so much these days. i start making a template and 90% of the time just close the tab because i think well what’s the point of doing this?

it’s like, why am i doing this when i don’t actually think i want to be? why am i not learning how to make my coding more applicable to the real world, and im instead coding for a community i’d rather not even tell my rl friends about? why do i want to post codes for a community where highkey i actually hate most “jcink aesthetics”? (im going to say it lol. rl sites look gaudy as shit and are semi unusable most of the time, supernatural/hp site gothic type sites usually look like depression if it were html/css). hey don’t worry though if i personally offended your entire portfolio though -- i looked through all of my own work today and realised i actually hate 80%+ of it over the years.

letting go of this hobby feels incredibly hard though; i think if i leave, will it even be here if i come back in say one year, two years, three years? if i ever want to return, will i just be disappointed by what i return to? rp followed me through my formative adult years, from finishing school, to university, to a bout of glandular fever that messed up my immune system for nearly 2 years, to moving across the country multiple times, to a horrifying and protracted near long breakdown which im still surprised to this day i came out of alive.

i don’t have that turbulence in life though anymore, despite the horrors of the world we live in right now -- 2020 was for some bizarre reasons one of my better ones. i have a job i enjoy and a partner whom i adore, im away from the people and things that fuel much of my misery and in turn my toxic side, i’m opening a fucking small business on the side soon and going back to school in the fall. i think i used jcink as a community for so long when i didn’t really have one rl for myself, that now i’ve got people in my life that i care about and who care about me, i don’t need the escapism that roleplaying and coding allowed me. 

my last major depression session was last summer (it was 2020 after all, it wasn’t perfect) and i found myself going through years of stuff that i’d collected, going peak marie kondo and asking myself do i really need this, does this pen or tenth notepad or pair of shoes i hadn’t worn for 2 years really spark any joy? now i ask myself, does this spark joy? even in times where i was deeply deeply unhappy on here for whatever reason i could still at least say yeah, it does spark joy to me. but now it doesn’t, and in 2021 we shouldn’t be hanging on to things that feel like a chore, an obligation, that don’t make us happy anymore. 

i’m not saying “lol im quitting forever” because in 6 months i might change my mind, but as we get into the spring and summer i want to feel the sun on my face without the niggling thought that you haven’t made a code in a while, or you need to get those posts done. and yes, i know i could have just disappeared silently but i just wanted to get my own thoughts out somewhere, and having it tucked away in a google doc forever more felt...more depressing somehow.

anyway, while this may not be goodbye forever, it’s certainly goodbye for now jcink. stay safe and carry on making this community the one of a kind place it is in the world, even if it’s not for me just now.

eve <3

#tw: depression mention #eve speaks #see ya