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can you please right a lance stroll fic where they both love each other but don’t know it yet?

Blankets | Lance Stroll

The season had ended, it was early December and as per tradition, your families were in their cabin in the mountains. It was a silly cliche, but over the years you’d grown to look forward to it, especially since Lance started his f1 career and you two would rarely get to relax together like you usually would. Having grown up around each other, you two were practically inseparable; falling into all the childhood best-friend categories you could find. You’d support his career as much as you could, cheering him on from home and sometimes the paddock- you two were seen so often together that at some point some dating rumors had sprung up too.

You had known Lance all your life, you two had spent most of your childhood together. He was almost two years older than you, which made you the youngest of the bunch and though Chloe always treated you like a little sister, hanging out with her wasn’t always an option because of the major age difference. Your families had been together for generations, your fathers being family friends since they were kids themselves too- the Strolovich family feeling like your own second home.

“Fires’ nice and warm outside.” Your mother commented, passing the lounge to reach the kitchen, “You two sure you wanna stay here in front of the TV?”

“Yeah, I’m not in the mood to hang out with my drunk father, that's your job.” You replied, eyes still plastered on the large screen in front of you.

“You both become the same person when you’re drunk y’know.” Lance mumbled, eyes not moving to look at your phony expression of betrayal.

You playfully shoved him away from you, only for him to bounce back and press his side against you again. You two were always close, having had very little physical boundaries around one another as you grew up. You’d had plenty of cozy moments, none of them meaning anything more than what they were to either one of you. Albeit, this proximity would look far more romantic than platonic to strangers, you two had learned to keep it reserved for private spaces, the last thing you needed were more rumors for Lance to have to deal with later.

Movie nights at the cabin were more than what the rest of your families had understood them to be. You could still recall how you two would bond over these nights, and how often you’d whisper secrets to each other in the blanket- secrets that neither of you would have the guts to share face-to-face. You had told Lance about your awful first kiss while some silly 90s’ comedy movie played, and he had told you about his first failed talking stage while you both rewatched Criminal Minds for the millionth time. These shared moments under the blanket and in front of the TV were sacred to the both of you, it was like a little safe space for any and all confessions, it was these moments which made your bond so inseparable; under the blankets, with the faint light of the television seeping through the fabric to illuminate the cozy space as the conversation was muffled from others by the blanket and the background noise- it was a weird tradition, but one which you both cherished.

You didn’t mind horror movies, or the genre in general, but perhaps binging a bunch with Lance late into the night in a cabin far from civilization wasn’t the best possible idea. So there you were now, afraid in your bed after having been forced by the instagram algorithm to continue your horror binge, alone in your room with all the curtains drawn out of the fear of a mountain creature. Your fear was irrational, you had no reason to be as scared as you were, but it still managed to keep you from falling asleep. You decided if you were going to be consumed by a horror beyond human comprehension, you might as well get a snack before doing so.

The walk downstairs to the kitchen was frightening enough, but now you could hear the wind a lot clearer now, and every breath that escaped you seemed to sound unlike your own, your own shadow frightening you with every surface that it fell on. As you began to eat the chips you and Lance had bought earlier, your mind managed to consume itself in more theories and possibilities- kidnapping, demonic possession, a gruesome death by the hands of a wendigo, could Slenderman be here somewhere?-

“What are you doing up?”

Those five words were enough for your brain to completely haywire, accepting all possible scenarios to be true all at once, your flight or fight response kicked in, making you scream and drop your chips. Not particularly fight or flight, but it was something, in the case of any of the terrifying scenarios you had pictured earlier to come true, this would have possibly been the last sign of you your family or friends would have heard.

“Jeez, why are you screaming?” Lance laughed, aware of how his efforts to spook you had worked out.

“Oh my God Lance, you nearly gave me a heart attack!” You scolded, shoving him in the arm.

Your hand was on your chest, feeling your heart pounding from the sudden burst of adrenaline.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d shit yourself.” Lance continued to laugh, clearly finding amusement in your reaction.

You rolled your eyes as you tried clearing up the little mess you made by dropping the chips on the floor; Lance stayed in the kitchen, wordlessly grabbing you a replacement and one for himself too. You two stood there, not saying a word, only looking at the remnants of the fireplace outside as you finished your snack.

“It’s really cold.” You mumbled, eyes on the burnt out logs.

“Hm? Yeah.” He replied, moving his eyes from the window and back to you.

The kitchen was dimly lit, with neither of you bothering to turn on any more lights than the countertop lighting that was already on. It was cozy, but for some reason the house was still cold despite the central heating. There was a dense silence between you two, your breathing being a silent acknowledgement of the other person, it was comfortable to be in someones’ presence and not feel the need to fill the space with words.

“I can’t sleep.” Lance sighed, breaking the silence and prompting you to turn around to face him instead of the window.

“What, you scared?” You asked, teasingly nudging him a bit.

His features looked enhanced in the dim light of the kitchen. You were never one to pay attention to how his face looked in different lighting, but the scarce light emitting from the below the cabinets and above the counters deepened his features; his brows almost seemed to cast a shadow over his dark eyes, making them seem black almost, the light shadows under his cheekbones and jaw seemed to be darkened in the sparse lighting- he almost looked intimidating to you for the first time. He didn’t seem like the pleasant and joyful friend you knew, but some serious and solemn man for a moment, only for a fleeting moment did you see that version- momentarily you quite literally saw him in a different light.

“Shut it, do you wanna go upstairs? You could hang out in my room for a bit.”

The moment passed faster than it had appeared, making you question whether it had ever appeared or not.

“Sure.”

Lance propped himself against the headboard, watching you as you sat across from him on the chair. The room was surprisingly cold too, was the heater not working or were you just cold?

“You never told me about that date you went on by the way.” Lance asked, putting his phone away from him; a gesture he did often to indicate his undivided attention was directed at you.

“Which one?” You asked, not recalling any dates in the past few weeks.

You brought your legs up on the chair, closer to your chest in order to prevent the cold you were feeling. His eyes followed your movement, tracing every bend and taking into account all of the little gestures you made, including the little hook your fingers made when you were confused.

“Y’know that stupid date your friend set you up with? The IT guy from the US?” Lance probed further, reminding you of an old date which you had successfully forgotten all about.

“Oh that’s old stuff.” You mumbled, arms wrapping around your knees.

“Yeah we haven’t really got a chance to sit down and talk for a while.”

“I guess…” You trailed off, distracted by the surprise you felt by how cold it was and how Lance seemed to just not care for it.

“So, the date?”

“Right, yeah no it went fine, but I don’t know he just wasn’t it.” You replied, shrugging and sparing him the details.

Lance pouted a bit, before adjusting his posture so he was lying down more than sitting up and patting the sheets next to him.

“Come on, you’re clearly freezing.” He noted, steering the conversation to a completely different route.

You didn’t think much of it, you two would sleep in the same bed plenty of times when you were kids, it wasn’t odd at all. Even now, when Lance would crash at your house he’d sleep in your bed next to you- it wasn’t odd it was just the comfort you two had with each other. So when you crawled under the sheets and scooted closer to Lance, the both of you ignored the way your eyes locked for a moment.

“So, what was wrong with him? What made him not it?”

Aversion. That’s what one would call it; he averted his eyes and changed the topic, that moment where your eyes locked as you moved closer to him under his sheets in his bed was nothing but a fleeting moment.

“I don’t know Lance, he just wasn’t my type.”

“I thought you said you didn’t have a type.”

“I don’t… it’s just that I guess I hate having to get to know people romantically, it just seems like such a bother. Plus, remember the hell I had to be put through the last time that happened?”

Your ex wasn’t the peachiest person imaginable; he was manipulative and constantly accusing you of having a more complex relationship with Lance than you would admit to. “You two look at each other like nothing else matters, you don’t even look at me like that!”, accompanied often with several “There’s no way you two are just friends!”. His words hadn’t affected the friendship you had with Lance, obviously, but it did put a damper on the amount of time you two would spend with each other. In the end it truly wasn’t worth it considering he cheated on you with his own best friend.

“God, he was a dick.” Lance mumbled, scooting lower on his bed and completely lying down, bringing the blanket up till his neck.

“Yeah, getting cheated on isn’t fun.” You mumbled, covering your face with the blanket; not because you were ashamed or wanted to hide your face, but because you were cold and your nose felt like it was going to freeze.

“Oh my god, how cold are you?” Lance asked, accompanying you under the blankets, swatting them a bit so the thick material wouldn’t hide your face from him. He reached over to grab your hand, only to let out a small yelp after feeling how cold they were. “Woah, you’re fucking freezing.”

“Yeah, I don’t know why I’m this cold.” You replied.

There wasn’t much need to ask or say anything, words weren’t a necessity in communication between you two sometimes. He just knew you well enough to know what you’d need and you knew the same, and so he covered the distance, and wrapped his arms around you, enveloping you in a warm hug.

Several moments had passed and though you were still feeling cold, his body heat had managed to warm you up enough for it to not be a problem. As an unspoken token of appreciation, you had begun gently rubbing your fingertips on his scalp, something you knew he liked.

“Do you remember when we were teens and we’d sneak into each other's rooms like this and watch all the shows we weren’t allowed to watch?” Lance whispered, not needing to talk at a higher volume due to the proximity.

“We used to sneak into each others’ rooms all the time, remember that annoying nanny our parents would bring along? That old lady who was convinced we were up to no good?” You laughed, remembering how often she’d complain to your parents about your antics and how Lance wasn’t a good influence on a young girl like you.

“Oh God, she was the worst. She used to be on your ass about everything, she always said you weren’t proper enough.”

“Ooh ooh, remember when we managed to sneak out with Chloe and go to that party with her friends in the summer?” You chimed, remembering something completely off-topic.

“Yeah, that time her friends forced us to kiss in that stupid truth or dare game, I swear I told your dumbass to sit next to me but you just had to sit next to that stupid guy.” Lance scoffed.

“Oh my God yeah, that was my first kiss.” You replied, recalling how flushed you were and how glad you were now to have that memory be with someone like Lance and not with some weird, much older guy.

“Wait, really?! I thought that was just something you were messing about!” He pulled away to look at you better.

“No! Why would I lie about that?!” You asked, pulling away from his chest a little too, craning your neck to look at his face.

��I…. I don’t know.” Lance replied after thinking for a while, pulling you back into his chest to avoid having to look you in the eye, “I guess I didn’t want to believe that your first kiss was with me.”

“Why not?” You asked, the question laced with confusion and several different emotions you couldn’t identify, “I never told you about my first kiss, I always thought you knew it was you.”

A silence fell between you two, a sort of uncomfortable silence which made your hand stop stroking his hair, and made his grip on you loosen a bit. The cold hit again and though Lance was still close, it just didn’t seem like enough; for the first time in your life-long friendship you felt like a wedge had made its’ way in a moments’ notice, drawing you two apart.

You had told him the night it had happened, on the way back to your house, you leaned in and told him that he was your first kiss. It was the earliest stages of his racing career, just a little before he debuted in F4. It was so long ago, you had forgotten about it, it really was just a silly little dare, but now you felt like you’d imposed a boundary you didn’t know existed.

The silence between you two had lasted longer than either of you would prefer, yet neither of you had mustered the courage to disrupt this silence, hiding behind it from one another like you had never done before. The cold began to make its presence known to you once again, the blanket not providing much comfort any longer.

He had never given it much thought, it really wasn’t a big deal and he wasn’t upset, rather just confused. He had been looking forward to this family vacation more than he usually would, and until he saw and hugged you, he couldn't seem to figure out why. You were his best-friend and as cliche and silly as the title sounded, he couldn’t ever just call you a friend, you were so much more than that, yet whenever anyone called you his sister he’d just end up feeling uncomfortable; he’d never seen you in that light, the thought was just weird. Realizing that he was your first kiss made him feel something he had previously averted from a few moments ago, except now, aversion wasn’t something he could do- it wasn’t something he wanted to do. He understood the reason that he hadn’t consciously accepted the fact that he was your first kiss was because he knew he liked the idea far more than he should have; he liked that he was your first kiss and he liked the idea of having that card over all the other men you had dated, he liked that you two had shared that sentiment, he liked that he was your first and most importantly: he liked the idea of kissing you.

The situation felt awkward and you mentally decided it would be better off to just go back to your room, and so you did, quietly moving out of his bed and making your way to your own room. You had gone as far as tucking yourself in till your thoughts finally started piling on.

What if I pissed him off? Why did he get so quiet? Did I fuck things over? God, how did I manage to mess up the one friendship I thought would last forever? Why does it matter, we’re just friends and the idea of us kissing shouldn’t ruin a life-long friendship, should it? Unless he has another girlfriend again, God I really don’t want to have to go through that again, Wait, why not? It shouldn’t matter if he dates someone, right? I mean I haven’t been the biggest fan of his exes but who am I to-

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard the door to your room open, followed by shuffled footsteps and a weight on your bed. You turned to make out what you correctly assumed to be Lance, crawling under the blanket with you. You heard a huff of breath as he got comfortable, wrapping his warm arms around you again and pulling you into him once more.

You were confused momentarily, not having been able to completely exit your mind palace before you had to register all that happened. However, it only took you a few moments to adjust before you hugged him back, adjusting yourself against him slightly before fitting perfectly into his arms.

“Do you remember how we’d sit under the blanket and cover ourselves completely in our blanket forts to talk in private when we were younger?” Lance asked, his smile almost audible in his words as he recalled the memory, not addressing the conversation earlier.

“Yeah,” You chuckled, “We’d call for ‘blanket meetings’ and all….”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m kind of calling for one right now.” He said, pulling away slightly, preparing to hold the blanket over your heads.

You didn’t need to say anything, you smiled as you grabbed your phone and sat up, adjusting yourself under the blanket as Lance sat up too, the blanket forming a little tent around you two as his head held it in place. It took a little more shuffling around till you both were completely covered and comfortable and it was then when you pulled out your phone, turning on the flash and placing it in between you two so you could see each other. Having done this your whole lives, you two knew exactly what to do.

“God, the blankets seemed so much bigger when we were kids.” You laughed.

“The blankets were always big on you, pipsqueak.” Lance laughed.

“Oh, fuck off.” You laughed, “Alright, so why did you call this meeting?”

“Oooh, professional.” Lance laughed, locking eyes with you as his laugh faded.

“If it’s about our conversation earlier, then I don’t really wanna talk about that, can we just go back to pretending that that never happened?” You asked, eyes averting his.

“No, we can’t. I don’t want to pretend like that didn’t happen, if anything I’m really glad you had your first kiss with me, I’m a much better option than that creep you thought was cute, if anything I was the best option in that whole party.” Lance spoke, voice hushed to match the vibe.

“I mean yeah… Wait, did you just say you were the best option? You know my ex was there too, right? I mean sure we dated after years but we met for the first time at that stupid party.” You recalled, ready to contradict his statement, unsure of what your argument would be considering your ex was awful.

“Yeah, I stand by what I said.” Lance spoke, a determination present in his voice. “You know how I felt about that loser anyways.”

“Oh please, you never seemed to like any of the exes I have.” You scoffed.

“Like you like any of mine.” Lance scoffed in return, eyes still looking into yours despite your attempts at looking away.

“I mean-” You tried to defend yourself when he cut you off.

“Oh come on, you know we don’t like any of each other's exes.” Lance persisted.

“I mean yeah, but I don’t like them because I think you deserve better.” You replied, content with your argument.

There was a moment of silence before Lance spoke and in that moment you watched his face as he thought, the way his brows momentarily furrowed and how his brown doe-eyes looked into yours, not breaking contact and making you more nervous than you had anticipated.

“Well, I thought the same, y'know, I kept comparing them to me and how I’d treat you so much better than those losers.”

His statement was calculated, and you could tell. It had completely thrown you off and confused you beyond expression, it left you dumbfounded and staring at him with your mouth open to say words you knew didn’t exist.

“Come onn, You never thought about it? You’re telling me you didn’t think about the kiss all the time after it happened?” He probed, examining your face for a clearer answer.

To be fair, the second Lance had found out the kiss you shared was your first, a whole barrage of feelings and thoughts had bombarded his mind and he had no idea what to do or say, so when you walked off he barely registered what happened and when he did, he decided to resort to old tactics to talk to you and try to comfort you. Admittedly, Lance knew he should have understood that something was up when he realized that he didn’t hate the dating rumors between you two, nor did he hate the proximity you shared, if anything, Lance looked forward to these holiday retreats with your family because it meant you two could live together for a few days and he loved that- he also loved how close you two were and how in all honesty he truly wouldn’t want to date anyone but you. The realization that he had been comparing all his past relationships with you and why they’d never work out wasn’t something he had expected to come to so abruptly, yet here he was, risking everything for a whim.

“I don’t know about you, but I don’t want that to be our last kiss.” Lance smiled, hoping that this last statement would break the silent oath you seemed to have taken.

He leaned in closer, looking at you for a response, which you gave in the form of a small nod, before he gently landed his lips onto yours, holding your face as the blankets around you readjusted to the movement. His hold was gentle, like he was scared he’d hurt you or something, while your lips clumsily, eventually found a rhythm.

You were bright red when you two pulled away for air. You mentally cursed yourself for turning the flash on. The prospect of you two being more than friends always seemed like a crazy thought, it always felt like something you felt wrong thinking about, like you weren’t allowed or something. But kudos to Lance for somehow always managing to understand what you two needed faster than you, whether it was making road-trip decisions or Tim Hortons’ order decisions, credit where credit was due, that man could read you like a book. And now he had made it apparent that he was capable of reading in between the lines too. You never knew you had wanted Lance more than a friend and now that the option was brought to your notice, you couldn’t, even for a moment, consider giving it up. The kiss hadn’t lasted long, but it had erupted feelings in you that had laid dormant for far too many years, all of which overwhelmed you enough to not think of your decision again before crashing your lips back onto his, this time allowing your hands to find the back of his head to push him into the kiss, which he enthusiastically reciprocated, his hands landing on your waist to pull your whole body closer. Suddenly, air didn’t seem like much of a necessity as the kiss deepened and you two got more comfortable against each others’ lips. It wasn’t till you two pulled away again, locking gazes as your chests heaved against each other, stupid grins adorning both of your faces.

“Why didn’t we come to this realization earlier?” You asked.

“I don’t know… I’m just glad we came to it, better late than never no?” He laughed.

Now you didn’t feel so guilty admiring the way his face scrunched up when he laughed and how the skin around his nose crinkled and how you could see the slight gap between his side teeth and his front teeth. There was so much about him that you had mentally noted and admired that seeing him this close didn’t even feel like anything new- it was just Lance after all.

“I still can’t believe I was your first kiss and we still didn’t do anything up till now.” Lance smiled, his lips parting to show his teeth.

“I mean, I don’t know I didn’t really understand what I was feeling till now I guess.” You mumbled through a smile, lips barely moving to get the words out.

“I know, I think we’re on the same page.” Lance replied, pulling you in for a hug, the blanket finally beginning to feel warm again.

“I want you to be my last too.” You laughed, wondering if he’d get the reference.

“Seriously? You’re quoting one direction right now?” Lance asked, exhaling as he felt your body against him, warming him from the cold he hadn’t even realized he was feeling.

“Always the right time to quote One Direction.” You laughed, knowing you were the reason he’d secretly be listening to them now.

“That reference barely made any sense y’know, technically they talk about wanting to be the listeners last first kiss, not their first and last kiss.” He corrected you with a cocky grin you could practically hear.

“Anndd you ruined the moment.”

“You’re welcome.”

A/N: I'm so sorry for posting this so late! completely forgot about it, hope you like it nonetheless<3

Also, no I have no shame throwing in a One Direction reference in like that heh

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espresseo-cafe · 7 months

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life is still beautiful | johnny | ch.1

genre: cappucino, romance, angst, university!au, dad!au, drama, slice of life

pairing: collegestudent!johnny x fem!reader

bean count: 4k

a/n: i’m so excited to be sharing this with you! it has been in the works since 2020 on and off and omg i can finally post this fanfic. this whole series has mentions of characters from different groups other than nct- red velvet, dreamcatcher, seventeen, sf9, etc to avoid confusion with people of the same name! note: this is only a work of fiction, it doesn’t reflect the artists’ personalities in any way.

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growing up, the continuous tingling feeling whenever you see your parents arguing at the end of your hallway always broke your heart. the raised voices, objects getting thrown around, and the banging of slammed doors against the doorframe deafened your ears. you remembered you had to knock on every single apartment on the floor; same, above, and below- to apologise the nuisance your parents caused. some with good hearts would understand out of pity for you, others would provoke to kick your family out of the building. so far, you’ve made it to several years without any notice from the landlord.

with that background, there weren’t any doubts that it affected the way you perceive everything in life. silence overpowered the joyous you like a large coat, it has been that way. the younger you wouldn’t understand the clash of your parents. the younger you wouldn’t know the problems they had. most importantly though, the younger you wouldn’t receive any love or support from them at all.

it was like you never existed.

as you hit the eighteenth mark, you’ve made the bold but practical decision to move out. the toxicity they emitted were too much for you to handle. with every penny or dime you’ve been saving everyday since you were twelve and some extra cash from various part time jobs since you were sixteen, you had your small carry on luggage packed and left first thing in the morning one summer. a dilemma kind of held you back whether to leave a note for your mom and dad, only deciding not to and tell them not to find you.

if there was anything you were blessed with even if you were put in a dire situation of a broken home, you had to pat yourself at the back for never failing your grades. just average and sometimes in the honorable mention’s list. thanks to that, you’ve secured a place at a university far from your family home.

and of course, choosing a location far off was more than intentional.

the first few months were a challenge, the surroundings took you sometime to familiarise. adjustment was never an issue though, running away from home was worth the change. as you expected, your parents didn’t bother to look for their only daughter. scoffing at the past, you realised it had almost been three years since you left.

making friends was easy too, to your surprise. known as the loner and depressed type in high school, you tried to change yourself a bit and managed to befriend a new crowd of people. of course, you were discerning on people who are worth to befriend, not the ones who’d waste your time. one of them being kim yoohyeon, who’s now your best friend and roommate.

“y/n, i’m going out to the store, want anything?” she asked while putting on a cardigan.

you hummed and rolled your eyes playfully, “hm, two packs of ramyeon and chips. you’re paying alright?” she threw a crumpled ball of tissue at you, gasping at the very direct response. “what? it’s two in the morning and i’m helping you pull an all-nighter for your fashion thesis due in two months and a half. i deserve a treat. be thankful i don’t have class tomorrow and that my part-time’s in the afternoon.”

“okay fine.” she dramatically slouched her shoulders down, “be back in a jiffy bub!”

as the door closed, you sighed and stretched your almost numbed body. yoohyeon’s project was half done, just needed a little more tweaking and you could say hello to a convenience store feast.

yoohyeon was the first person you met at orientation, she seemed to extract innocence at first glance. though as you got to know her, she was a meme in real life who possessed extreme talent in singing. you and her clicked, she had problems in her home but they were immediately managed. so she was all smiles from ear to ear. it was something you were envious of; to have a healthy relationship with parents, however, it wasn’t working with you at all.

sometimes you wondered how it felt like, to have someone love you like family. your aunts or uncles would message you to check on you, and whenever they brought your parents up, you shoved down the topic back to its grave. it’s dead conversation anyway. the latest update you heard from them was two years ago. they still lived in the same damned roof where they argued a lot, you wondered why they were still stuck to each other like glue. the only difference was that your dad worked the night shift while your mom on the mornings. so they probably never see each other eye to eye.

when they did though, all hell broke loose.

you were brushed off your thoughts when yoohyeon opened the door, “okay, here’s your food, time to pig out!”

“finally, i’m starving.” you had the hot water boiling before she arrived, immediately putting the ramyeon in the pot.

“so,” she started, opening a bag of potato chips.

“when are you planning to date? it’s been theee years since uni started and i’ve never seen you on dates before.”

you pressed your lips into a thin line, “not right now.”

“why not? you’re pretty, you can cook; you’re even taking an early childhood education course, specifically in special education.” she plopped one into her mouth and chewed shamelessly, “i bet you’re good with kids too.”

“so apparently that makes me an ideal girl?”

“an ideal girl worth to have!” she exclaimed, later reaching for your unlocked phone. “guess what, download this app and go have some fun.”

“if that’s tinder you’re planning on brainwashing me with, i’m not interested.” you joked, mixing the sauce and toppings with the now cooked noodles.

“you never know, it might work.” she singsonged.

you sighed, yoohyeon has been pushing you to date because she felt like you were like a hermit, always stuck in your own shell and would only go out if needed to. not that you were interested, you just wanted to get school done and make a stable living. love will come anyway.

she clicked on the app store and downloaded a trendy app named ‘love click’. “it’s an app solely made for university students within the state. kinda like tinder but you play anonymous with a made up nickname, no one will know how you look like.”

you raised a brow. “that’s dangerous than tinder, y’know?”

“this is different, they can detect fake accounts and do a facial recognition. anyway, once you put your actual photo and real age, it will automatically pair you with others similiar with yours; interests, and hobbies. then it will change your face to a random avatar if ever you do a video call.” she tapped away. “that’s how i met hwang minhyun.”

“eh, i still think it’s risky. besides, you just got lucky. you scored a hottie.” you slurped on the noodles. “i could never.”

“just try, you could always quit and they’ll never find you. and who knows? you might even receive the whole package.”

you sighed, “okay fine. i’ll do it just once, for you alright?” you finished the rest and threw the excess soup away. “i’m not doing any after that.”

“cool! all your details are in here already. let me know if someone messages you.” she gave you a playful wink before working on her project once again.

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johnny stretched his limbs after a quick power nap, he haven’t had enough rest since he was on the clock 24/7. he turned to his side to check the time, sighing a relief when it was only 3pm. as if it was waiting for him to be awake, a text message from his mom appeared on the screen.

[ mom] : “don’t forget to eat, my dear john. you’ve got two mouths to feed ❤️”

johnny smiled at his mom’s reminder, he was relieved that the messages were reduced to a low, knowing how protective she was.

a loud thud on the floor made johnny stand on his feet and rush to the door next to his. his worried demeanor soon changed to a soft one when he saw a little smile beamed at him from the ground.

“youngmin-ah, what’re you doing on the floor? did you hurt yourself?”

the child just giggled, softening johnny’s heart every single he did so.

he remembered the night when the almost two year old came into his life. it was a rough beginning, but he managed himself and was proud how he actually did while still in school.

his friends were in full support of this unexpected scenario and would take turns in looking after the child while he worked the night shifts at a café. like any other people, his friends were in doubt at his decision of bringing him to lectures.

johnny again proved them wrong.

what surprised them wasn’t how the baby managed to be quiet in all of the classes, but how johnny effortlessly handled him if ever a fuss was made. kun recalled that in one of their exams in biology major, johnny had the baby cradled in one arm as the other wrote the quiz. the professor wanted to hold the baby boy while johnny did the exam, but young man refused to, saying that he could handle it. he wouldn’t want the baby crying in a stranger’s hold while everyone was so stressed for the exams. adding that the baby’s wails would be a distraction.

he became viral at the university page when a photo of him feeding youngmin a bottle of milk, that certain scenario made girls want him as a husband. sometimes they would stop by to say hello to him and the child.

“dada.” johnny smiled at title, the little toddler fiddling the bottle in his hand while his feet stretched up.

“seems like you’re alright.” he poked his nose, earning a giggle from the two year old. “i still have to check any injuries. say youngmin, your birthday’s coming up soon. what would you like?”

youngmin hummed, as if he understood the question clearly.

“well?”

“mama.”

johnny was caught off guard that he tickled the little toddler as he smiled. “buddy, you already have a mama though.” his phone dinged, indicating an incoming text message. “speaking of her, she just texted me.”

[ kim minji ]: sorry babe, couldn’t make it tonight for dinner. i got singing rehearsals.

[ johnny ]: it’s cool. how about tomorrow?

[ kim minji ]: i’ll see first, pretty busy.

he put his phone back into his pocket, sighing at the same excuse his girlfriend gave. he didn’t want to overthink but it had been like this for a while, he wondered if she had fallen out of love. shaking his head, he shrugged off the thought to the back of his mind.

youngmin turned his full body to the side before standing and climbed onto johnny’s kneeled figure, the bottle still in between his baby teeth. “mama, where?”

“she’s not coming home tonight. maybe some other time.” he ruffled youngmin’s soft hair, eyes closing due to exhaustion. but then the little toddler smiled and patted his cheek and johnny wrapped his arms around the little frame. “come on, let’s get you dinner, we’re having your favourite!”

“lasagna!” youngmin put arms up, and johnny could melt anytime.

“hey you said it perfectly this time! well done my so-“ he paused as his phone dinged, a snapchat notification from taeyong appeared on the screen. making the toddler tilt his head to why the young man stopped mid-sentence. “let’s go to wash your hands alright?”

while youngmin nodded then hopped away towards the bathroom, swiping to unlock his phone, a snap video that his said friend sent made his eyebrows meet in an ugly mood.

[ taeyongss ]: bro is that jiu? your mj?

it was his girlfriend giving a lap dance to someone he couldn’t seem to recognise due to the flashing lights, she was enjoying it and the shocking thing was, she wasn’t drunk at all.

kim minji, his girlfriend since senior high, had a few names labeled on her. one of them was jiu (pronounced as ji-yoo) a nickname everyone called her in school, being one of the main solos for the choir.

some of the juniors called her a pink princess because of her obsession with the said colour. owning almost everything in it.

and mj was a form of endearment that only johnny used. his expression changed from a smile to a frown, throwing his phone on the bed that it bounced off and landed on the ground; earning his phone a crack on the screen.

“dada?” youngmin peeked through the bedroom door. now it was him to hear the thudding sound. “happen?”

johnny jumped a little seeing the child standing by the door with a towel in his hands. “my phone fell. come on, let’s eat.”

lasagna was a favourite dish youngmin adored eversince he brought him to an italian restaurant. meatballs were a favourite too, but something about lasagna topped it. as youngmin was busy making his hands dirty, johnny called his mom at this hour, she was probably home by now.

“ah my love johnny! i’m glad you called, what is it?” her voice still bright and lively.

“um, i was wondering if i could drop youngmin off tonight?” he played with the fork. “taeyong messaged me and i think i need to have a drink and hang out for a bit.”

his mom’s soft laughter brought relief to his ears, “oh sure my dear, your dad and i could need some company. it’s been quiet around here since you’ve grown.”

johnny smiled at the reply, “great, we’ll be there in ten.”

“see you later.” she singsonged.

after dropping youngmin off, he made his way to the bar where his girlfriend was. everyone who met johnny knew that he could be reckless when someone crossed over the line, who knows what scene he’d make tonight?

“johnny.” taeyong called out after seeing him enter the bar, johnny walking towards the bar where his friend was stationed at. “please don’t make a scene. my boss let you off the hook the last time you broke loose.”

johnny’s eyes scanned the area, looking for mj before looking at back at taeyong. “don’t worry. i won’t. this johnny won’t do anything.”

“better keep your word. she’s by the corner over there.” taeyong pointed with his head, “she’s been here for the past three months. good thing i’m the only one from campus who has seen her. if anyone else did she’d lose her solo spot at the choir. so called ‘angel’, huh? no offense.”

“none taken, but thanks bro. see you later at the dorms.” johnny said, then he walked through partygoers, the blasting music was deafening so much he hated it.

“i know right? he’s such a sweetheart.” mj said to her friend as she patted the guy’s shoulder who she danced with earlier. “i’d love to-“

“mj.” johnny’s cold voice rung in her ears, sending shivers to her spine. what is he doing here? “i’m guessing rehearsals ended early or it never existed.”

“babe i-“

“ey johnny suh!” the guy seated next to her greeted him drunkenly, the more he looked closer in the dimmed light, his blood boiled. “haven’t seen you since you had a baby! minji has been great to me recently.”

it was his high school rival, takuya terada.

“we’ll catch up soon won’t we?” johnny said sarcastically. takuya wouldn’t know anyway, his vision probably already blurry to even comprehend a straight conversation. he looked at minji, who averted her gaze towards him as she rolled her eyes. “we need to talk, outside.”

he took her by the wrist and he didn’t care if he was hurting her. she hurt him first; for a while now actually. he just had to put up a front before he vent out when they exited the bar.

“what the hell, minji.” he threw his grip away, minji holding her wrist and tsk-ed at the attitude. “is that why you’ve been missing out lately? you were cheating on me with takuya?”

“missing out? johnny you’ve been missing out too!” she raised her voice, “i don’t know if you have noticed but it’s been straining on the both of us recently!”

“so your solution was to hang out with another guy when you could’ve voiced out to me about your feelings? mj, we’ve talked about this!” he wiped his face frustatingly. “i don’t think-“

“i don’t love you anymore, john.” she said blankly, her face didn’t emit any pain she felt, it was like she wanted it out there. “that’s why i’ve been ‘missing out’.”

“you don’t.. love me anymore?” johnny stood in shock, his voice shaking a little.

“i fell out of love. i’m sorry.. i’ve been planning to tell you but i couldn’t.” she hugged her arms. “i didn’t want to hurt you.”

“my gut feeling told me there was something up. i was hurt just thinking about it. i don’t know but somehow i knew it all along that you were out of it. i didn’t bring it up because i held onto hope and believed my guts were lying that you cheated on me.” he said, his hands rested on his hip. “turns out i was right.”

“i’m sorry.”

“save it. i’m not hurt at all. maybe i just had to come here to confirm if it were true. you can live with that guilt that you’ve broken me already before you even said anything. i’ll raise youngmin myself. we’re done.”

johnny walked away while the cold wind sliced through his cheeks. usually in a breakup, one would break down. him and minji dated since high school, and there were on and off arguments here and there. they would always make up through talking, but to be told that she was cheating on him by another person sure sucked. he’d rather find it out himself and vent out right then and there.

guess this timing was actually better. though he told minji he was broken, he was actually so much more than that. he expected to at least shed a tear, he didn’t, for youngmin’s sake. even though he felt like an elephant was lifted off his shoulders, his heart was anchored deep below.

he felt so heavy with betrayal that his heart ached so much in a way he didn’t expect.

he wanted to break down so bad.

the door swung open of his family home and youngmin screeched a high pitched tone loud enough to startle the old man beside him, who was reading a newspaper. “oh john’s back.”

“dada.” the little one ran towards him, hugging his long legs for a second before johnny picked him up. “back!”

johnny’s mood changed like a shooting star whenever youngmin’s in sight. “hey little buddy! i’m back, i had to meet a friend earlier.” he kissed his cheek, “were you good to granny bear and papa bear?”

“he was an angel, john!” his mom gave her son a quick peck on the cheek. “who knew you could raise him very well? plus singlehandly!”

“he got it from me, my dear.” his dad took the chance to say, “are your studies going well though?”

“still a dean’s lister, dad.” johnny’s ears tinted a light shade of pink.

“that, he got it from me.” his mom winked at his dad, who scoffed at the remark. “where’s minji? you haven’t brought her here for a while.” the look on johnny’s face was too readable that his mom knew in an instant.

“we broke up. she had another guy behind my back.”

the sudden snickers from his parents left him in question, were they laughing? “great ‘cause we didn’t really like her for you!”

“really?.. wait, what?” he asked in disbelief, “anyway, i broke it off and i kinda knew she was out of it already.”

“took you a while to realize it, john.” his father just sighed, “are you going to get a new one?”

“what? no.” johnny chuckled awkwardly, “anyway we’ll take our leave now.” johnny shook youngmin a little before his parents bid them a goodbye. he walked towards his car and buckled him up. “ready to go, buddy?”

“ready.” he wiped his eyes, sleep covering him very soon. “music please.”

“which one?” johnny asked as he set the rear mirror to get a good look at him, knowing well what youngmin was going to say.

“coldplay!” they said simultaneously.

“now that, you got it from me.” he laughed heartily while they made their way back to his shared apartment with taeyong, jungwoo, and kun.

the clinks of the apartment keys had the boys look up from their game on playstation. jungwoo sighing frustratedly when kun defeated him thrice in a row. “seriously? you’re cheating, kun hyung!”

kun stretched, “clearly not. you’re just a bad player.”

“could one of you dumbasses get the kimchi from the table?” taeyong shouted from the kitchen, only to be greeted with youngmin having the wanted side dish in his tiny hands. “see, youngmin just got here and he did a better job than you two!”

“it’s loud in here, damn.” johnny took his shoes off while youngmin had his phone in his hands.

kun sat on one of the couches, eating the kimchi fried rice taeyong just made. “so you met up with minji, how did the dinner go?”

taeyong nudged the younger boy, and jungwoo looked confused. johnny couldn’t blame the two, they didn’t know what actually happened. “these two lovebirds called it quits tonight.”

“what!?”

“yup.” johnny popped his lips, “takuya terada”

kun’s eyes widened, “like.. takuya from high school?”

“they suit each other anyway, the biggest flirts of ____ high.” jungwoo chewed on a kimbap. “no offense.”

“none taken, i feel relieved anyway.” he sat down spotting taeyong busy typing on his phone. “you still looking for girls on love click?”

“well yeah, someone should at least find me attractive.” he replied.

jungwoo snickered before choking on his food, “as if anyone would see your face through a filter system on the app. just what is the university thinking?”

“ha, wait until they see this handsome thing for real.” he turned to johnny, “bro you should try looking for new love, you’re in need of it right now, you know?” taeyong locked his phone to continue eating the almost midnight dinner.

“please, i’m still freshly ‘heartbroken’, don’t tempt me.” johnny rolled his eyes.

“mama.” youngmin shook the huge phone, a selfie of johnny and minji flashed the screen.

“not mama anymore.” he told him, then youngmin clicked on another app.

“mama.” he showed them the love click app; the color scheme of red and pink caught his attention. and johnny scrunched his brows, the other three smirking at each other.

“seems like he wants a new mama.” kun teased, earning a death glare from johnny. “what? that whole daddy look of yours is attractive to almost every girl in campus. just wife someone up already!”

shaking his head, he couldn’t believe the encouragement from his friend. “too soon my bros.” johnny chuckled, “maybe i’ll give it try after a few weeks or so.”

johnny sat by the bed while youngmin slept with his sausage pillow. now that he thought about it, the little boy hadn’t seen minji in months. it was obvious that he’d look for her. but what he didn’t get was that he showed love click; a dating app he didn’t remember installing.

“mama.” he recalled youngmin say.

he dimmed the lights and sat beside youngmin, patting his bottom gently as he drifted away into slumber, he too was getting sand in his eyes. he pressed his lips into a thin line, halfheartedly created an account just in case he really needed it.

“this is stupid.”

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meowzilla93 · 4 months

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His.

Did someone say they wanted more Possessive Baxter?

No? Too bad.

Date nights don’t usually find Baxter and yourself in a bar, typically you both enjoy heading out to a theater, museum or just spending a night in with each other, movie playing in the background as you talked or cooked a new meal together. Tonight, however, you had found a bar that allowed for some slow dancing along-side of enjoying some drinks; Neither of you ever pass up an opportunity for a dance, so you both have been enjoying sipping on a cocktail in between taking a turn on the floor.

You had both been there for a little while, enjoying the atmosphere and Baxter couldn’t help but admire how the lights in the bar bounced off your eyes, making them twinkle like stars in the nights sky; He is always finding himself getting lost in admiring you, and he would never want for anything different. However, as the night progressed, he couldn’t help but sense that someone else was admiring what was his, and so as he danced with you, he kept an eye out to see if he was right in his intuition or whether he was overthinking things. This would not be the first time that he became protective of you, and it ended up being just his imagination, but tonight there was something more to this sensation. Almost as if he too was being observed, and that did not sit well with him at all. As he twirls you, the dress he brought for you sparkling in the glow of the dance floor, hugging to your curves in the most beautiful of ways, he looks up and makes eye contact with another man who had a dark gaze resting directly on you; An almost predatory look to him.

Baxter resisted tensing too much, not wanting you to worry about anything, but at least his instinct wasn’t wrong here. You were in his arms, looking dazzling, smiling as he held you through each step, and there was someone who thought they could try and interrupt it. So, he pulls you in closer; Were previously your bodies only just brushed against each other, now you were pressed together. His hand on your back moving to settle itself in the small of it, he tilts his head, purring closely to your ear,

“You are truly incredible, my dear. Such a shame that we are in public, the dance I would love to enjoy with you right now is not one for prying eyes,”

Enjoying the blush appearing on your cheeks, he feels immensely proud of himself for making you react in such a way. Hearing the finale of song hum in the background, Baxter adjusts his position so that he dips you just as the song ends. Watching as you stare at him from your position, he brings you in for a passionate kiss, pulling you back up and holding you to deepen the kiss further. As the you both break apart, panting at the lack of air that kiss stole from you both, Baxter admires as your eyes try to focus on him, blown out from the sudden intimate moment.

Signature smirk in place, he guides you towards your table,

“My, my. Perhaps we need to practice more often? Seems as if a simple dance has left you breathless.”

“Oh haha, Baxter. You know it was more than just the kiss.”

“Kiss? I don’t think I said anything about a kiss.”

He couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle as the red on your cheeks darken, unable to retort further. Once at your table, ever the gentleman, he pulls a chair out for you, and as you take your seat, he looks up to catch the gaze of the man from earlier. His eyes fixed firmly on you as you sat yourself down. Baxter’s eyes narrow disapprovingly; How dare someone think they have the right to look at you with such a hunger in their eyes. Something he only just recently got to finally enjoy, something he lost for five years, through no one’s fault but his own, but something he yearned for, nonetheless.

As he pushes your chair in, keeping eye contact with the daring man, he leans down and leaves a trail of kisses along the side of your neck. Only once the stranger decides to look away did he stop, moving to sit down next to you. With a blush that was going no where soon, you looked at him with a quizzical expression on your face. Feigning ignorance, Baxter concluded his marking of you publicly with a kiss to the back of your hand, before simply holding onto it and starting a new conversation like nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

The rest of the night goes without Baxter experiencing any further nagging feeling that someone was observing you. Confident that there was nothing further to worry about, when it was time to leave, he lets you stay at the table as he goes to collect your coats. It was only for a moment, as he was eager to get you home so he could make well on his comment from earlier in the night, but when he starts to walk back to you, he sees the stranger from earlier towering over you, face much to close to yours for his liking.

With determined and quick strides, he makes his way back to you. As if his darkest nightmare was being re-enacted before him, he sees a hand attempt to caress your cheek even as you try to move away. Within seconds he is by your side, hand gripping the wrist that so daringly tried to touch you. The stranger looks at Baxter with a surprised look before it morphs into one of a challenge.

“I thought the poor thing was left behind with you so suddenly disappearing from her side. Wanted to make sure she wasn’t ending up lonely tonight.”

Dropping the hand that he was holding, Baxter straightens himself as he stares down the man,

“You would do well to know when you are unwelcome. Leave her alone.”

“Oh, but why would I do that? Perhaps she would prefer going home with me? After all, with the amount of slobbering you’ve been doing over her, maybe she is tired of you?”

Baxter heard you gasp at his side, offended on behalf of him. He could never get tired of how much you cared for him and tried to protect him in your own way. But tonight wasn’t about him, it was about you. Perhaps it was time to take things a step further.

Baxter had a slender frame to himself; However he was strong, and has a skill to be able to manoeuvre another person’s body to his biding. Dancing has given him the ability to lead another person with great precision and control, and there are times where the skill was handy off the dancefloor. With calculated movements, the increasingly disrespectful stranger found themselves inches off the floor, as Baxter moved in close and pulled them into the beginnings of a dance before tripping them into a dip, face hovering off the hardwood floor.

“Consider this a final warning. I would rather not have to ruin this night with having to deal with your obnoxious attitude any longer. Be a good boy and apologise and I’ll let you walk away with your ego intact.”

“Get fuc-argh!”

With a quick movement, Baxter lifted the man a short distance before letting them go, resulting in a sickening crack as their face hits the ground. Without taking the time to see the damage, Baxter straightens again and holds a hand out to you, as he picks up your coats he dropped onto the chair.

“Apologies for that, my dear. Shall we head off?”

You couldn’t do much else but stare at him, nodding as you take his proffered hand and make your way out, stepping around the groaning man on the ground. As you make your way toward the exit, Baxter helps you put your coat on, before he turns back to look at the poor fool who tried to touch what belonged to him. As they stared daggers at Baxter, holding a napkin to their nose, Baxter couldn’t help but throw a sharp smile their way, eyes dancing dangerously as he wraps an arm around your waist, making it obvious to all that watched the scene;

You belonged to him.

#meow fic!#baxter ward #possessive baxter #our life beginnings and always #olba #our life #olba baxter #our life baxter #baxter x mc

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misshoneyimhome · 6 months

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I need a passionate holiday fuck, holding hands with Will after hosting your first Christmas gathering with the other players and partners and it’s just too cozy and full of love and joy 🥲

Oh, darling don’t we all ❤️ I’m all in for some passionate holiday lovemaking with our lovely Swede 🎄 Hope you'll enjoy it 🥰

Warnings: 18+ smut; soft, unprotected sex (p in v)

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I Love the Red

The delightful aroma of a splendid Christmas roast filled the air, accompanied by softly playing carols in the background. And while moving from one side of the kitchen counter to the other and then to the stove, you skilfully navigated between dishes, lightly dancing along to the tunes.

"Looks like you're having a good time," William's voice chimed in from behind, causing you to turn and find a broad smirk gracing his handsome face.

"Indeed, I'm definitely enjoying myself," you chuckled, moving to stand before your boyfriend and gently wrapping your arms around his neck while his hands settled on your lower back.

"That's great, baby," he chuckled lightly, planting a tender kiss on your forehead as you both stood close in the kitchen. "Are you excited about tonight?" he then asked softly.

"Feeling a bit nervous, but definitely excited," you replied, flashing him a sweet smile.

You and William had decided to host tonight's Christmas dinner for the Leafs and their partners, as it not only marked your first time hosting anything as a couple but also celebrated your recent move-in together.

Aryne was usually the host of such gathering, but as she was occupied with her three children and all the charitable commitments, you’d stepped in to assist, and eventually ended up taking charge of hosting along with William. Though having lived together for only a few months, you both though the idea would be fun and exciting.

And you were more thrilled to do so, taking the opportunity to fill the condo with decorations as well as experiment with new recipes. And William was more than happy to support you and be your cup bearer. While he might have found your meticulous planning a bit over-the-top, he couldn't help but adore the way your eyes sparkled when discussing your ideas. He simply let you take the reins, smiling and chuckling at your enthusiasm.

His credit card had practically become yours, and in no time, you had transformed his condo into a Christmas wonderland, draped in deep reds and vibrant greens colours with sparkling gold shimmers and chains of soft yellow lights.

Initially, William attempted to assist. However, it became evident quite quickly that it was best for him to let you take the lead, as he lacked the creative mind you possessed and didn't quite have the knack for hands-on decoration. Despite his efforts, he ended up stepping back, trying not to get in your way and felt comfortable in merely being good company.

"Seriously, babe, you've really outdone yourself," William beamed, holding you tightly, knowing that his teammates would soon arrive, meaning it'd be hours before he could have this closeness again.

"I know," you sighed softly. "But do you like it, though?"

"I love it almost as much as I love you."

His words were incredibly sweet. You hadn't expected this softer side of him to surface, but as it turned out, this Christmas seemed to have unlocked his inner marshmallow. And you found it all incredibly sweet and charming.

And in that shared moment, William leaned down gently, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss. His hand cupped your cheek, while his tongue softly pressing against your lips, seeking permission to deepen the kiss, which you gracefully granted. Amidst the festive decorations and the aroma of cooking food, you responded eagerly, leaning into his touch as the kiss intensified. Your hands softly began to explore his chest, igniting a desire for more before too long.

You delicately moved your hands, exploring the skin under William's shirt, but just as his hands began to sneak their way up under your dress, the timer sounded, prompting you both to pull back.

"Looks like we'll have to continue this later," you teased.

"Oh, we definitely will," William replied with a mischievous smirk, adjusting himself slightly in his boxers.

And with the final meals prepared and cooked, the table elegantly set with fine china amidst your excessive decorations, the doorbell announced the arrival of the first guests.

Soon, the condo bustled with most of the Toronto Maple Leafs players and their partners, enveloped in the joyful Christmas atmosphere.

The food turned out fantastically, judging by the satisfied yummy sounds and compliments from your guests, and the ambiance was warm and jolly, filled with laughter and cheer.

Everyone seemed to be having a wonderful time, and before you knew it, hours had flown by, and the last guests were bidding their goodbyes.

"Ugh, as much as I enjoy hosting and cooking, I equally cherish the quietness that follows," you announced, flopping onto the sofa after a quick clean-up, leaving the rest for the next day.

"Well, I'd say we did a pretty great job," William grinned, sitting next to you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close.

"We?" you raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, maybe mostly you, but I was here too," he teased, wearing a proud smile.

"True, you were, and you were the best at not getting in the way," you joked, earning a chuckle from him.

"Oh, you don't think I did more than that?"

"What exactly did you do, Willy?" you laughed.

"Well, for starters, I did taste all your food," he proudly declared.

"Ah, such a challenging job," you teased with a sarcastic chuckle.

"And I provided company — you know, trying to steal a kiss from the hostess isn't always as easy as it sounds. It requires skill to time it just right," he said, wearing a wide grin, eliciting laughter from you.

"Hmm, I don't recall that... When exactly did you manage to sneak a kiss in? You might need to refresh my memory," you flashed a mischievous smirk, shifting in your seat to face him.

"Well, maybe I will," he grinned back, pulling you closer with determination, one hand securing your opposite side and drawing you onto his lap until you were straddling him. "And if I remember correctly, we left some things unfinished."

A light chuckle escaped your lips before William leaned in for a deep, passionate kiss, brimming with the affection he held for you.

It wasn't hurried or sloppy, but it was earnest and intense, stealing your breath away, causing you to pull back momentarily for air.

Yet, William's hands held you close, refusing to let you retreat too far, and your hands resumed their earlier exploration, seeking the warmth beneath the fabric of his shirt, prompting him to take the lead and remove it entirely.

Your hands once more explored his well-defined chest, delicately running through his hair, before leaning in for another deep kiss. Your tongues entwined, creating an intimate connection as you both focused entirely on each other's touch.

As your lips then parted from his once again, his eyes locked with yours briefly while he held you firmly, lifting you while standing, and then gently carrying you to the bed. Meanwhile, your lips trailed along his neck as your thighs wrapped around his hips, before he carefully settled you onto the bed.

The desire between you was intense. Both eager to explore each other's bodies and feel the closeness between you grow.

Your gaze then remained fixed on William as he stood by the bed, slowly removing his trousers and boxers, freeing his proud member, before sensually crawling onto the bed, licking his lips.

You met him halfway in yet another passionate kiss, only to part for a moment as he gently slid his hands under your dress, discarding it and threw it to the rest of his clothes. His eyes intensely roamed over your curvaceous body, admiring how stunning you looked in your lacy lingerie set.

"It's your favourite," you murmured softly, a sly smirk forming on your lips, as William couldn't help but lick his own, captivated by the sight of you in bright red lace.

You were well aware of the effect this colour and fabric had on him, knowing you had his mind spinning.

"It definitely is, baby," he exhaled deeply. "You're fucking hot."

His mouth then found the sensitive spot on your neck, pressing you down onto your back a little more firmly as he kissed and gently nibbled your skin.

The air was thick with pure desire, a craving for a deep, emotionally charged session of sex, while the soft melodies of Christmas music lingered in the background.

William's lips explored every inch of your skin, trailing from your neck down to your collarbone before focusing on each breast. Tenderly, he moved the lacy fabric aside, lavishing attention on your nipple with great intensity, teasing and nipping as he then moved to the other breast.

His kisses had a mesmerising effect on you, prompting you to close your eyes as he gradually ventured further south. Soft moans escaped your lips as your body responded, arching and fully surrendering to his touch.

But just as his lips reached the edge of your underwear, you forced yourself to look down at him and whispered gently, "Willy," your breaths heavy, "Not tonight… I just want you inside me."

"Are you sure, babe?" he asked tentatively, gazing intensely into your eyes with his deep blue ones, prompting you to offer a subtle nod.

As much as you enjoyed William's talented mouth between your legs, in that moment, all you yearned for was to feel him close. His body entwined with yours, and his length filling you completely.

So, with care, William rose from his position to kneel between your legs, maintaining an intense gaze on you as he hooked his fingers under the edge of your bottoms. You lifted yourself slightly, allowing him better access to slowly remove them, tossing them aside with the rest of the clothes. However, your bra remained on. It was perhaps the only piece of lingerie he wouldn't simply tear off, as it was indeed his favourite.

But knowing your body all too well, William aimed to ensure your utmost pleasure. While still kneeling, he entered two fingers in his mouth, coating them thoroughly with saliva, and then gently, he ran them through your folds, tracing against your entrance.

"You're so tight, baby," he uttered in a husky, rough voice, applying a gentle pressure with his fingers against your hole.

"Only for you, Willy," you breathed out, letting out a louder moan as his fingers slowly penetrated your sweet core, gradually stretching your walls with their rhythmic movement.

Feeling his own heartbeat quicken with anticipation, William lightly stroked his throbbing cock a few times, fixating his gaze on his fingers disappearing and reappearing within your warmth.

But despite enjoying William's skilled touch, you yearned for more.

"Willy, I want - I need you inside me," you softly pleaded, beginning to feel intense waves of pleasure coursing through your body. And William eagerly complied.

With a satisfied smirk, aroused by your impassioned plea for his touch, he withdrew his fingers, and sucked them clean of your sweet juices. Then, hovering over you, he once again leaned in for a deep, lustful kiss.

And as his cock pulsated and glistened slightly with pre-cum, he positioned himself, aligning the tip with your entrance before gently easing himself all the way in.

Louder moans erupted from your lips this time, your eyes rolling back in sheer pleasure as you felt him completely fill you. William was rather thick and no matter how many times you'd had sex by now, he always stretched you to the fullest.

Breaking the kiss, he began a gentle yet firm rhythm of pulling out and thrusting back in, relishing every sensation within your walls. The warmth of your cunt heightened his arousal, and with each movement, he edged closer to his climax.

As your hips found a synchronous rhythm, William leaned back down to you, guiding your hands to rest on either side of your head, his forehead resting against yours, as your fingers intertwined, hands gripping tightly.

It was a scene filled with raw passion and tenderness, as your bodies moved as one, moans filling the room in perfect harmony. There was an intensity without force, your sweaty skin touching every inch as you then wrapped your legs around William's hips, urging him to delve deeper.

William's thrusts grew a touch more forceful as he sensed his peak approaching. His grip in your hands tightened, feeling your heels digging into his lower back, sensing your walls beginning to contract around him, and he knew wouldn't last much longer.

But he didn't want to come alone. No, he wanted you to join him.

So, increasing his thrusts slightly, plunging deeper into you, he found that sensitive spot that elicited uncontrollable and incoherent moans from you.

"Yes, Willy – I'm close," you gasped, the familiar surge of orgasm on the brink.

"Me too, baby – come with me," William breathed out roughly, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the air as your intertwined hands held on with a firm grip.

Your faces were close, sharing the same breath as the intensity of an orgasm washed over you, causing your mind to blur, forcing your eyes closed once more, and William's name escaped your lips in a loud moan.

"Fuck," William echoed, feeling your tight walls clenching around him. And then with a few more forceful thrusts, he reached his own climax, releasing everything into your warm depths.

He emitted deep grunts as he slowly eased into a few softer movements before nearly collapsing atop your body. But realising his weight was a bit much, he propped himself up on his arms, releasing your hands before carefully pulling himself out and settling beside you.

A comfortable silence enveloped both of you as you snuggled up to him, finding your spot under his arm, and he gladly pulled you closer, embracing you.

Your head found a resting place on his chest while you idly played with his hair, feeling his hand gently running through the lengths of your own.

With a satisfied smirk on your lips, you glanced at your boyfriend, feeling a sense of relief and contentment.

"Maybe I should wear this underwear more often," you teased lightly, eliciting a soft chuckle from Willy.

"Hmm, maybe, but I do prefer when you wear nothing at all," he quipped with a cheeky smile, his hand gently finding yours once again, intertwining his fingers softly with yours.

"Well, I think I can manage that as well."

William then pulled you up from your position, prompting both of you to lie on your sides, facing each other, his hand remaining intertwined with yours, resting them between your faces as you locked eyes.

A tender smile formed on his lips as he admired your stunning features. To him, you were beyond beautiful, and deep down, he couldn’t quite believe why the hell you had fallen for him.

He saw himself as merely the charming hockey player, filled with cheesy jokes and no serious thoughts besides about his level of games. Whereas you were this incredible, captivating woman, not only talented in the kitchen but also adept at connecting with people. You were incredibly kind and friendly, always ready to help anyone in need. You comforted William when he felt low and matched his high energy when he was excited.

It simply didn't make sense to him.

In his eyes, he was just a joker, and you were a queen.

Yet, despite this perception, you had fallen deeply for him. You had let your guard down, allowed him straight into your heart, and surrendered as soon as you could.

In that fleeting moment, everything felt perfect between the two of you. It was soft and romantic, yet both of you felt drained from the intense passion of your lovemaking, soon drifting close to sleep.

Only a few words managed to escape before the tranquillity of slumber took over.

"I love you, y/n/n."

"I love you too, Willy."

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please give writing tips too

sure love! everyone’s different so in no way would the same things work for all but these are some tips that have helped me improve and just you know expand my horizons.

feel free to add your own points to this to help people more!!

001. READ READ AND READ (I CAN’T STRESS ENOUGH ON THIS BUT THIS IS THE MAIN KEY). be it fics, or novels or normal story books even non-fiction. reading will help in expanding your vocabulary and grammar, and give you an idea on how to build words in different kinds of scenarios. how to set the mood and what kind of details will have the most impact.

002. for expanding your vocabulary i would suggest searching up words you come across and don’t know the meaning of. don’t skip them, search them up and try understanding what they mean and look through what other words have similar meanings(synonyms)

003. CONSTANTLY PRACTICE WRITING. even if you’re not going to post it anywhere, just try writing a little bit on different themes. in that way you will be able to find out more about your writing style and flair as well as what points you need to work on.

004. STOP HESITATING TO REWRITE. there’s hardly anything one gets right at the first shot. and the same goes for writing. rewriting pieces will help you figure out what you should’ve added that you didn’t the first time and how changing the order of words or adding new literary devices(metaphors, similes, anecdotes etc) can make more of an impact.

005. DON’T BE AFRAID TO EXPLORE DIFFERENT GENRES. just 100 words can also help with experience. search up different genres that interest you and try coming up with a short scenario if you can.

13 points more under the cut!

006. TRIAL AND ERROR. don’t be let down if you fail to write a specific type of au, theme or trope. it takes certain amount of time and experience to be able to write different genres or anything as such. you need to have exposure to that topic to be able to create imagination on it.

007. with that being said, when you pick up a certain trope, au, theme or any topic you want/plan to write on: DO PROPER AND A LOT OF RESEARCH. trust me, it helps a lot.

008. as well in relation to the point above when writing a story, make sure to plan a rough outline. what kind of characters you’re going for, what events are going to define your story, how do you want the ending and the beginning to be. what your protagonist(s) is going for, what all they would be facing throughout and such.

009. SET A MORAL/POINT OF VIEW YOU WANT TO CONVEY through your writing. it helps you have a basis, a particular aim and drive behind what you wish to leave an impression through. it could be anything complex like dark themes of toxicity or even anything as simple as comfort. you just need to know what you’re writing for.

010. for inspiration i would suggest, LISTENING TO SONGS. any song you’re listening to, try thinking of a story behind it. for example let’s take taylor swift’s “no body no crime” go through the lyrics, the vibe and think what type of story could have this as background music. or what kind of a story could have that type of no body no crime summary?

011. KNOW WHEN TO SHOW THINGS RATHER THAT TELLING THEM. too much of anything is never good. when writing, it’s important to keep the balance between descriptions, narratives and dialogues. try thinking what are the things that would be better when described, for example the relationship between your characters: it’s something which is better shown than told. like how they treat each other, how they see each other, their dynamics in general is not something that can be told through a big lengthy dialogue or JUST one paragraph(short drabbles being an exception)

012. an additional point to the one above would be, try keeping yourself in the reader’s position and see what pulls you in more. what makes you feel the emotions better.

013. PICTURE THE SETTING YOU WANT TO WRITE ON. close your eyes and think of any type of place that you would like to write the story in. a suburb? or an abandoned city for an apocalypse? this will help in brainstorming for ideas.

014. INTO THE CHARACTER’S MIND. this is a very important point. explore the world within the mind of the character, something that defines them. THIS IS ANOTHER BIG KEY TO IMPROVE, pull your readers into the character(s)’ mind, show them the fears, the memories, the feelings, the thoughts, the hopes and dreams. it helps them understand the character and get into the story.

015. when using dialogues keep in mind that the DIALOGUES SHOULD ALWAYS BE MEANINGFUL AND REALISTIC. unnecessary talks aren’t often attractive so write what is necessary, needed. even with humor, excessive fun is not always impressive. and short but impactful dialogues always literally always leave the best impression.

016. CHALLENGE YOURSELF. try starting off strong since the very beginning. strong meaning starting off with words that leave a lasting impression. or words that pull you in with intrigue.

017. LEARN TO PACE YOURSELF. first of all it’s okay to take a break. actually its very important. pushing yourself beyond limits would never give positive results. know when you need to stop, cause being tired is not going to give better ideas or better word building. let yourself go into writer’s block, don’t fight it. you’ll come back better than when you’re forcing yourself to stay put and continue.

018. and last but not least. KNOW THAT IMPROVEMENT TAKES TIME. don’t be disappointed or discouraged if you are not good today. not being good today doesn’t mean you won’t ever be good. keep trying and with little to little progress over time, you will see yourself getting there. don’t lose hope🤗! YOU CAN DO IT!!!

#﹙あり.﹚ 𝓯𝐚𝐞𝐫𝒾𝐞 𝓰𝐨𝐬𝐬𝒊𝐩 !#﹙⪩⪨.﹚ 𝒎𝒚 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 ˃̵ᴗ˂̵#🦢̼ࣳ ⋆ ٫٫ ⁽ anon ₎#WRITINGtips #enhypen imagines #txt imagines

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Assorted ML Headcanons pt. 2

Once again, adding a read more early in because this thing is like five times longer than pt. 1

Juleka has Dyslexia

The long-sleeved shirt Alix wears with the snakes on the sleeves has some sort of inappropriate band name or slogan on the front, so she wears that weird tank top thing over it to avoid getting dress-coded.

Alya keeps trying to find an “our show” to watch with Marinette, but Marinette keeps caving into temptation and watching ahead on her own. So Alya starts choosing only new shows that are currently airing, but if they don’t hang out the day the episodes come out, Marinette will still watch them. They mostly do movies now.

Kagami is great at drawing realism, and can gorgeously render her real life references, but she’s unsatisfied with her work because what she’s really interested in is stylized art. She wants to develop a beautiful manga-like style, but whenever she tries to draw fictional characters, it ends up looking more like anime George Washington than the picture in her head. She’s further discouraged by people praising her realistic art, feeling pressure to keep doing what she’s good at over what she actually likes

Adrien was an Animal Jam kid

Chloe is inflicted with We Can’t Let People Know We Have Interests. She hears Alix and Mylene chatting about some popular sitcom she also likes in class, but as many times as she could’ve butted into the conversation, she can’t make it happen. On her way to lunch, Sabrina got stuck talking to Max and Rose about their Animal Crossing islands. Well Chloe’s is super cute if she can say so herself,,, no, she couldn’t say anything at all. Hurry up, Sabrina. Chloe knows that classic anime is the fastest way to Adrien’s heart, but she can’t bring herself to strike up a conversation about it. Isn’t being a weeb cringe? Not that Adrikins could ever be cringe- I mean- uh-

Sometimes Luka gets stuck in customer service mode after work and uses The Voice around his friends. At band practice, he introduces the next song into the mic, and Nino’s like, “are we about to hear rock music or phone line hold music?”

Astruc implied that Nath wasn’t in the Christmas special because he’s Jewish, but Mylene and Ivan weren’t there either, and ofc nobody asked about them, so headcanons! Ivan is Eastern Orthodox, so his Christmas isn’t on Dec 25th, and Mylene believes in certain spiritual stuff, but doesn’t participate in any organized religion or specific denomination.

Rose used to do ballet, but she stopped because her time in the hospital made her fall too far behind. She still likes dancing, and has a good feel for it because of ballet, but she prefers modern styles now.

Alix was named after her dad. If she was born a boy, she’d be Alim Jr., but since she’s a girl he changed one letter.

Marc forces Nath to get out of the house, get vitamin D, interact with other people, and exercise, but Nath returns the favor by bugging Question Marc about his posture, especially while they’re working.

Zoe’s “one and only good friend” from New York who wrote I ♥️ U on her shoe wasn’t a platonic gal pal at all.

Kim is colorblind, but he doesn’t know it

Mylene has that “not now, sweety. Mommy’s cyberbullying the mayor” t shirt

Alya learns that Hawkmoth reads the Ladyblog, and since he knows her identity but the public doesn’t, she hides passive aggressive “fuck you” jabs in her posts.

Alya putting the greater good over journalistic integrity by intentionally spreading misinformation on the blog if the team needs it. She’s staged a “candid” photo of LB with Marinette in the background after a close call. She “mistakenly” misreported the powers of a couple new villains as being brainwashing when they actually did things like grant wishes or were literally made of money so that people wouldn’t go after them and make them harder to defeat. She and Marinette set up “exclusive” semi-scripted interviews with the zodiac heroes where they told made-up origin stories so that Hawkmoth wouldn’t trace the compromised heroes back to their whole class or friend group. Alya is prohibited from typing the word “kwami”.

Luka has synesthesia and actually hears music when he sees people

Markov pretends to not have certain functions out of laziness. “Can you look this up?” I’m not a search engine (he’s not, but he has instant access to one). “Can you scan this document for me?” No. “Can you send my paper to the printer?” No.

He also pretends to be more advanced than he actually is. “Hey Markov, can you-” I am downloading your private browsing history as we speak. “Wh- you can’t do that!” I already did. Now I’m hacking into your Twitter account.

Markov likes to plays dumb and take everything literally. He understands jokes and sarcasm just fine, but enjoys a bit of trolling. He responds to idioms like Amelia Bedelia. If someone makes a joke with a euphemism, he pretends to be totally innocent. He says that Max put parental controls on him, but that’s a lie.

Everyone thinks Alix is an extrovert, but she’s actually an introvert. She’s very sociable, but hanging out too much wears her out, and she needs a lot of quiet or alone time to recharge.

Everyone thinks Marc is an introvert, but he’s actually an extrovert. He spends a lot of time in private, but that’s mostly because he’s shy, anxious, and afraid to leave his comfort zone. When he does, though, he gets that extrovert buzz.

The Sandboy kid, the Risk froggy kid, and the Kuro Neko cat girl based on Rhythm are all besties. Writing this reminded me of that kids’ book series called The Familiars about a blue jay, black cat, and frog.

Until he finally shows up again in the show, hc that the Sandboy kid is named Jay

Adrien is jealous of his friends’ ability to express themselves. He thinks about how he’d dress if not for his father and the brand. Would he dress alternatively or go for some aesthetic? Would he want to look rebellious or preppy (but not in a default Sims kind of way)? He doesn’t actually know, but wishes he could try stuff out.

Jalil is a cataphile (someone who explores the forbidden parts of the Paris catacombs, which is basically all of them except for the tiny tourist stretch, as a hobby). He goes with his friends, and brings Alix with him frequently. She’s practiced her spray painting skills down there.

Kagami and Juleka bonding over their affects and how their tone of voice doesn’t reflect how they actually feel, but from an outside perspective it just sounds like the most monotone conversation ever

Each of the doodles on Zoe’s shoes in canon corresponds to one of her friends and has a deeper meaning, even if it’s just a little inside joke. Okay real talk I need this lore in canon. We haven’t seen them super zoomed in and from all angles, but there are clearly individual, unique drawings on them.

Alya and Nino low-key had feelings for each other before Animan, but they were in denial and didn’t really take them seriously until then.

It started when Nino left school one day with sort of fluffy hair and a bit of bang, but came back the next morning with a buzz cut, and Alya was like huh he still looks cute somehow

Rose makes good tea and Nath makes good coffee

Mylene has a vegetable/herb garden on her balcony and rooftop. Her bedroom is also packed with potted plants. The air is so crisp.

The whole group has one big shared Minecraft server where they live in the same ever-expanding village together

Chloe likes those resource management mobile games where you run a cafe or build a kingdom or something

Nathalie plays video games in private, especially after she got sick. Gabriel doesn’t know. She usually buys whatever’s most popular lately, and prefers adventure games.

Ladybug explains the plan to her team and asks if they have any questions. Every time, they makes a point to ask the most off-topic questions possible. “What’s your favorite color?” Take a wild guess, buddy. (Saying pink might compromise her identity) “if you put a miraculous holder under a hydraulic press, would they die?” What the fuck? I don’t know, we’ve never encountered that problem and hopefully never will. Like, probably? “Who was your top artist on Spotify Wrapped?” That’s a secret (obviously Jagged). “If doing it would lead to instant world peace, would you rather kiss Hawkmoth or Gabriel Agreste?” Everyone shut up. Shut up. The villain is getting away.

Rose collects everything for her scrapbooks. Receipts, ticket stubs, stickers, brochures, you name it, tucked between photos of her hanging out with friends. “Hey, what was that cafe called that we went to last fall-” she has it all documented.

Adrien reads Marc and Nath’s ladynoir-centric comics laying on his stomach on his bed with his hands under his chin kicking his feet in the air and giggling

Once they made a comic with Carapace as the main character, and Nino was like omg THANK YOU :’-) and they’re like huh didn’t know he was such a big fan

Marc and Nath scrap the majority of their original concepts because they don’t want to give Hawkmoth any ideas. The angst stories and dangerous villains don’t make it to publishing so that Hawkmoth won’t copy them if he sees them. A lot of their villains are either real ones or original ones whose powers are fun but useless to Hawkmoth’s goals.

At the same time, sometimes Hawkmoth coincidentally makes villains similar to something the boys have already done, except Worse, like the trashiest bootleg equivalent.

LB: Rena Rouge texted me that someone just got akumatized over losing a chess tournament. CN: I wonder what their power is. Hey, this reminds me of that one comic issue with the chess villain. LB: oh yeah, The Grandmaster. She had that tall crown based off the white queen piece with the flowing robes, and she turned the whole city into a giant chessboard! We and the other heroes could only take turns moving across city blocks based on the piece role she assigned us. We had to let some of our friends get captured, but we managed to pull off a checkmate and break her akumatized crown. What if that story is about to become reality? The actual villain Gabe made: my name is The Bongcloud Opener. Everyone I touch turns into a giant lifeless pawn piece, and I look like a sentient checkered Van.

Kim has been blocked and unblocked from the group chat maybe five separate times for spamming memes

The “y’all watch bob l’éponge?” Tweet except it’s Zoe in New York

Chloe once had and maybe even still has a crush on Alix, but she doesn’t even really realize it because she has a severe case of comp het. Alix sees it, though. Of course, Alix is aro, so Chloe didn’t stand a chance regardless of her bullying. Alix uses this immoral opportunity to mess with Chloe as much as possible.

Everyone makes jokes about how Chloe is both gay and homophobic, but Adrien’s like oh sweetie you have to deal with those internalized problems

Rose got into embroidery, and she got Ivan into it too so that they could make punky battle jacket-like patches for themselves and their friends. They aren’t very good yet, but the shaky needlework is kind of charming.

Nino tells Adrien that his dad has such objectively horrible taste, anything he actually likes must be terrible. His designs? Ugly. His decor? Depression-inflicting. His “friends”? Assholes. The food he orders his private chef to cook? Unseasoned. Another time, Gabriel approaches Nino who came to his house to pick up Adrien, and tells him that he was genuinely impressed by Nino’s DJ work at his last fashion event. Nino shrivels up inside.

Anarka lets the kids try alcohol at home. Juleka thinks everything she’s tried is nasty unless it was drowned in fruit and sugar, but Luka thinks it’s okay. When Anarka gets wine, they try it together, and Luka tries to do the pretentious wine critic thing, but he can’t actually tell the difference between the types the way his mom can.

Y’know that hoodie Marc was wearing in his early concept art with the logo that’s a clear parody of Nirvana? Nath totally stole it from him and sleeps in it.

Marinette is Not Okay during exams week. She stresses tf out and gets like no sleep yet somehow still does exceptionally well

Everyone is suddenly ride or die during exams week. Tom and Sabine supply the kids with snacks while Max is compiling all the algebra formulas they might need to memorize into a Quizlet, Sabrina is trying to come up with mnemonic devices to help with physchem, and Adrien is doing a review lecture of the French readings like he’s on a podcast.

Marc folds cranes when he’s anxious

In the last post I wrote that Alix and Nath dyed their hair and did the messed up cuts together. Alix re-dyes hers more often to make sure it stays neon hot pink, which involves bleaching it the second her roots start showing, or else she hates it. Nath only re-dyes his when it starts looking really bad in that awkward phase with the faded color and long roots. Because of this, Nath maintains sooomewhat healthy hair, but Alix’s is fried. She doesn’t have to use as much hair gel or extra-fry it with a straightener now because it pretty much stands up on its own. It feels like straw. Juleka wants to scream every time she sees Alix has made it worse.

Rose makes cute contact names with a billion emojis for everyone in her phone

She has Juleka as “Juleka🦇🎸💜💘” [bat, electric guitar, purple heart, pink heart with an arrow], so she was offended when she found out that Juleka has her as “Rose”.

Turns out that Juleka doesn’t even make contacts for most people at all. The home screen of her text app is full of conversations with people who are just their phone number or “maybe: [name]”. The Kitty Section group chat is her, “Rose”, “Smurf”, and *Ivan’s phone number*

Speech and debate club Mylene

Marinette made all sorts of cute things for the kwamis under the guise of the dollhouse project. It started with the “dollhouse” being a temporary hiding place for the miracle box, but then she started making tiny clothes and furniture for the kwamis to play with, and wherever anyone asked she’d say she’s just gotten into making miniatures as a hobby. Fancy, decorative dollhouses used to be a big flex in Western Europe, after all, but this one is more like the one from the Borrowers.

Kagami has a traditionally Japanese bedroom arrangement with a futon that she puts away in the morning. The first time Adrien was in her room, it was during the day, and he’s like where the fuck is your bed

The girls play the wholesome fuck, marry, kills about the guys at their sleepovers like the "get them randomly assigned as your lab partner for a whole semester, get trapped with them on a broken elevator for ten hours, they’re your employee trainer for your new job at McDonalds” one from that one tumblr post

Kim tries to get the guys to play Truth or Dare at sleepovers, but they don’t really want to, reminding Kim that he legally can’t be involved in dares since Timebreaker. He makes them “play” anyways, but they can only do Truth, and the guys respond to each question with some smartass answer. They find loopholes in Kim’s wording like genies until they bully him into quitting/until it’s his turn.

Max and Alix got that 5D Chess game on Steam as a joke, but after messing around with it, they started really getting into it and taking it seriously

Adrien’s friends seeing his dad as cartoonishly villainous is already canon. They start a tabletop RPG campaign, and the major antagonists are suspiciously one-to-one with Gabriel, Nathalie, and the Gorilla.

Everyone jokes about dressing up as Gabriel, the scariest monster, for Halloween. Nobody actually does, but on a separate occasion, Kim tries to get Ivan to dress up as Gorilla and Nath to dress up as Nathalie and video call Kim from his tablet. Kim, dressed as Gabriel, takes the call from a remote room. Then, they break into Adrien’s house because that’s just what his friends do for fun, and they’re pretty much experts at this point. Nath tells Adrien his father needs to have a word with him, turning on the tablet to reveal Kim, who tells him, “Son. I need to have a word with you”.

Zoe and Marc are best friends, and Ivan and Luka are best friends. I think (?) this may be canon, but they’ve never actually said it.

Ivan is The Realest to Luka, like in Crocoduel when everyone was planning to manipulate him, Ivan stuck up for him. Also Luka explicitly hates liars and Ivan is physically unable to tell a lie. They make each other playlists and write lyrics together. The two of them have one of those Spotify Blends separate from the four-person Kitty Section one.

I feel like Zoe and Marc are a year below Marinette’s class, like they just give off younger sibling energy. As classmates, they spend more time with each other than with the rest of the group. In Gabriel Agreste, when Zoe manipulates Jean-Biblespoilers, she calls Marc afterwards instead of Marinette or Mylene or anyone else. They are wlw mlm solidarity. Ms. Mendeleev brings up a partner project and they look at each other like that Nicki Minaj Only meme with the Veggietales characters. They talk shit in really fast and informal English so that their classmates don’t understand them.

Rose’s sandals have a pink circle on the sole that isn’t positioned in a way for it to be the anchor between the sole and the rest of the sandal. It reminds me of this old Sketcher’s line called Bella Ballerina where the shoes had a round, spinning piece that you could balance and twirl on. Since Pigella’s design is inspired by ballet, I hc that Rose’s shoes also have that spinning piece.

Alix spreads historical misinformation to Jalil, who eats it right up, because it’s hilarious. Just trust me bro, I’m Bunnyx.

On the other hand, Jalil being like Ronaldo from Steven Universe by making absolutely insane conspiracy theories that happen to be 100% correct, and Alix is like shitshitshit how does he know??? Do I need to cover this up???

Kim is a great ally, and maybe even questioning, but he’s so confused all the time

Juleka tells him she’s a lesbian. Now she’s obviously French, but he’s pretty sure her mom is Scottish, and Jagged is a native English speaker. Is there some secret little island nation in the UK called Lesbia that he’s never heard of before?

Max: whoa, Nath, you’re ambidextrous? I didn’t know that! Kim: uh, dude? What rock have you been living under? He’s been with Marc for like five months

Zoe: don’t you think that girl over there looks a little, y’know, *limp wrist* Kim: you’re stereotyping someone based on their appearance and judging them? Wtf, I didn’t expect this from you. Zoe: uh, what? I’m wondering if I should ask for her number.

While Alix is gone, the kids fill in her place by putting her hat on and pretending to be her. What would Alix say if she were here? They try to copy her mannerisms while wearing it.

Y’know that one post I made about the true power of the rooster miraculous being that the holder can do anything they and the people around them believe they can do? Hence the concept of “pretension” as in pretending to be something you’re not, and the power of “sublimation” as in impressing people as well as turning something solid into vapor, like how the power is solid as long as people believe it but turns to vapor if they don’t. Yeah, that.

I feel like all the kids were Warrior Cats role players or the like at some point in their lives, even the “cool” ones, and some of them probably still are

I also feel like all of them would be good at grilling. I think every single one of them would be capable of making a great steak if they put their mind to it

All the Ace Attorney-like full name puns among the major cast are intentional in-universe:

“Anarka Couffaine” isn’t her given name; it’s a rock star stage name she came up with (Anarka=anarchy, acouphènes=tinnitus), but she changed it legally. When she had the twins, she gave them names that end with A to keep the acouphènes pun.

The Lavillants have that last name by coincidence, but when they had Rose, they intentionally chose the name Lavillant, Rose (la vie en rose, life in pink) to wish her a happy, ideal life

Mr. Anciel is an immigrant, and changed his name to be more westernized and easy to pronounce by French speakers similarly to Sabine. I’m thinking his given name had “Sun” in it and he was like, y’know what’d be so funny… which is how Marc Anciel (arc en ciel=rainbow) and any potential sibling(s) ended up being named after things “in the sky”.

I’m not applying this to Kim Ature ‘cause that’s not his canon name even though apparently one of his dads is Mr. Ature

Subcategory for family headcanons, but some of them are sad :(

Mylene has a mom who is black. She and Fred are happily married, but she’s usually pretty busy with work, so they mostly see her at home.

Rose has a bio mom and dad who love her very much, but they can be a little overbearing due to her illness and have trouble seeing her as not a little kid anymore. They don’t really get all that punk rock stuff she likes, but huh as long as she’s happy.

Alix had a mom, but she died a couple years before Origins. Jalil took after her while Alix took after their dad. Alix didn’t take it very well for a long time, but she’s better by the time this school year started.

Max’s dad died when he was very young, so he was pretty much raised by Claudie

Nino and Chris’s parents are divorced. It happened after Nino’s older brother died. (How much of this is canon? The Lahiffe lore is such a middle-of-the-iceberg thing, but apparently they’ve been putting off writing it into the show since season 2? Like can they please just explain it?)

The Cesaires have basically adopted Nino anyway

Nino used to bully tf out of Chris, but now he has to take on a more responsible role as an older brother, so he acts more mature.

If Kim’s last name is Le Chien, but he has two dads, Mr. Le Chien and Mr. Ature, does that imply that they’re divorced and Mr. Le Chien has custody? Maybe Kim is Mr. Le Chien’s biological kid from a previous relationship, perhaps with someone named Nguyen, and Mr. Ature is a stepdad? Sure, hc that they’re fiancés, and Kim accepts his soon-to-be stepfather as a dad.

In which case, hc that Kim is fully Vietnamese, but the stepdad is French

Nath’s family isn’t very cash money :(

Ivan has a pretty large family compared to everyone else. Lots of siblings and close extended family.

Sabrina’s family is Irish. Tbh this isn’t inspired by her being ginger so much as her miraculous being based off a piece of Celtic jewelry which I only learned after the official website made me Google what a torc is.

Is Marc the only major POC character who doesn’t have a canon ethnicity? I think he is… someone with a Twitter ask Astruc about this for me. I saw people hc him as Latino which is very valid, but I always assumed he was Asian. Hc that his mom is Chinese and his dad is Korean. Until canon proves or disproves me, I hc that the Sandboy kid is his brother.

I love the semi-popular hc that Marc and Marinette are cousins. I will hold on to it until canon proves it right or wrong, although if it’s true then I feel like they would’ve said so already. In this case, Shu Yin would be Marc’s mom. Since she lives in London and he lives in Paris, she and the dad would be divorced. Considering how the DPCs talk about her,,, it’d be no wonder. It happened recently, and Marc only moved to Paris from London in late season 2, which is why Marinette was already friends with him and checking in on him despite him appearing out of nowhere.

Marinette growing up hearing “you should be more like Marc. He’s so organized and dedicated” while Marc’s hearing “you should be more like Marinette. She’s so outgoing and ambitious” and they’re both like shut uppp

When they played pretend as little kids, the plot lines were always so complex. And each time they saw each other, they picked up from where they left off

The same way Roland is shown to be bigoted by having him be uncomfortable with everything that’s not super outdated, Shu Yin is shown to be bigoted by simply hating everything that inspires love and sparks joy

I need to meet canon Shu Yin at some point

Subcategory for the kids interacting with their kwamis after they become permanent holders. The pronouns I used for the kwamis aren’t my headcanons so much as me dealing with the “canon” ones being different across every dub.

Sometimes Kim forgets that Xuppu exists which allows him to get up to trouble on his own. Kim uses only the worst lies and most incomprehensible bs to explain the mischief Xuppu caused, but his dads are like eh, just Kim being Kim *shrug*. Kim is proud of himself for being so smooth about it but nobody has any clue what he just said.

Kim gets Xuppu going about something and then uses his rambling as background noise to help him concentrate better

Roarr annoys Sass for sport

Roarr is a big fan of the music Anarka tends to blast at an unhealthy volume on the Liberty. Juleka makes him playlists of songs she thinks he’d like, partially because sitting down and listening to them through an earbud prevents him from bouncing off the walls 24/7.

Sass low-key hates it here, but he has saintly patience and loves Luka, so he acts like he’s having a great time around him. Anarka’s immature behavior ticks him off sometimes, but he’d never tell him that.

Sass getting Luka to focus on things that benefit him instead of putting other people first all the time

Max builds Markov an update that allows him to actually see and talk to Kaalki. Maybe with the help of some magic alien technology sent over by Olympia and Aeon as a favor between superheroes.

Kaalki has a hard time believing that researchers and inventors can be glorious and famous until Max catches her up on the exponential growth of technology during the last ~200 years she spent inactive. Sure, Kaalki’s seen phones and computers, appliances, cars and planes, all that since becoming active again, but she never stopped to think about the humans who made all this stuff possible.

Kaalki having a “yassify Max” agenda vs Max trying to explain what light/dark academia is and that the vintage look is very much on purpose. Also Kaalki being the devil on Max’s shoulder trying to convince him to make more bad decisions, and he’s like that’s okay, Kaalki.

He gets on her case for backseat gaming too much, so she tries to only cheer him on when he plays, but with her prim and proper way of speaking it sounds absolutely hilarious. “Desecrate him, love! Yes! Absolutely fantastic execution!” It gets worse when she starts picking up on gamer lingo.

Daizzi tells Rose that they miss the little hats Ladybug would make them and Rose is like don’t worry I got you and pulls out her craft supplies

They have little tea parties together

Mullo bugs Mylene because they think it’s hilarious, and at first they get to her, but then she grows a tolerance to the pranks and jokes, and eventually starts to get revenge. Mullo will change Mylene’s phone alarm to horror monster heavy breathing audio and Mylene will just pull an air horn out from under her pillow and set it off in Mullo’s face.

She sprays water at them with a spray bottle like a naughty cat when they’re up to no good.

Orikko has very sophisticated tastes. When Marc asks what to feed him, he asks for caviar toast followed by truffle bouillon with a main course of wagyu steak and a gold leaf-covered pastry for dessert. Marc’s like yeah no give me something I can buy with the comic book money. Popcorn? Sunflower seeds? He’ll get a boxed sandwich from Carrefour, plate a tiny piece of it like it’s from a Michelin rated restaurant, and lie.

If Orikko could’ve chosen any holder he’d have gone with Adrien

On day one, Nath gives Ziggy some kiddy paints and construction paper while he’s working on the comic, and she dips her little hooves in it and starts finger-painting a picture that looks like something a little kid would make. When she’s done she’s like, “hey, look! I made a picture of you!” :) And Nath’s like aww that’s so cute :) Later, she tells him she’s been trying to catch up with all the contemporary and modern art movements she missed. She’s more comfortable with renaissance art. Anyways, here’s an indistinguishable study of a Rembrandt painting she made.

Nath regrets teaching Ziggy how to use his computer. She learns quickly and somehow gets into every piece of media with a reputation of being cringe. Nath is jumpscared awake by Ziggy playing FNAF in the middle of the night, and when he tells her to turn that off, she shows him her Michael Afton fan art where she made him way more attractive than he likely is in canon. He opens Spotify Daily Mix 1 expecting the usual ten-minute-long songs that are at least 30 years old, but his algorithm has been invaded by hyperpop. He opens his art program to find that Ziggy made a whole Baroque style painting on a single layer. He notices his Minecraft playtime has risen an inhuman amount, and after spending forever loading the server, finds a ridiculously detailed replica of Versailles. He opens his notebook and finds doodles of Among Us crewmates. She sleeps on an amoung pequeño plushie.

Sabrina and Barrk watch corny reality TV together and Discuss. They sit on the couch with a bag of peanut butter chips and comment on everything that happens. “I can’t believe that arrogant jerk got the last rose instead of that really sweet guy. Did you hear what he was saying behind The Bachelorette’s back?” “Why did they send home the only drag queen who actually did something super original while some of the other ones barely even followed the prompt? The judges are so biased.” They talk back and forth really fast, too.

Ivan gets Stompp to critique his poetry. They don’t know much about this stuff, but when they have an opinion, they tell it how it is.

Sometimes Stompp suggest taking a bit of a Machiavellian approach to Ivan’s problems and Ivan’s like, dude it is NOT that serious.

Nino and Wayzz have opposite tastes in everything. Wayzz likes green tea while Nino thinks it’s too earthy and prefers energy drinks that practically turn your piss into acid, to Wayzz’s horror. Wayzz likes minimalist decoration, neutral colors, and natural sunlight, but Nino’s room is full of neon colors, a million posters, and LED strip lights. Nino likes EDM, but Wayzz can’t see the appeal and prefers relaxing instrumental music, which bores Nino. They don’t look down on each other for liking different stuff, but it’s hard to live so close together and be so different.

They discover that they both like lo-fi and chillhop music. Nino empties out one of his larger desk drawers and converts it into a personal space for Wayzz, who is independent and values privacy. He decorates it the way Wayzz likes and threads some lantern string lights in there.

Here’s a pound it for reading the whole thing! You deserve it, whew!

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gunilslaugh · 1 year

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Start of Something

Kim Jungsu

Summary: Falling for your best friend’s brother is too cliche, but what about his friend? Aka falling for the friend of your best friend’s brother.

Featuring: Gunil as your friend's brother.

WC:1.3k

Warning:grammar

Non idol au

photo not mine credits to owner

The first time you met him was completely by chance. You and y/f/n were on the way out of the house, while Gunil and his friend, whom you didn’t know the name of, just entered.

“You two going out?” Gunil questioned.

“You two coming in?” Y/f/n retorted. You glanced over at him, where he stood next to Gunil only to find him already glancing, staring at you. Now exchanging eye contact when y/f/n noticed. “Oh right, you guys have never met before. Y/n, this is Gunil’s friend Jungsu,” she gestured towards him with her arm. “Jungsu, this is my friend y/n,” she now gutsured her arm towards you.

“Nice to meet you,” you greeted, mentally noting down his name, Jungsu.

“You too,” he returned.

“Anyway, we were on our way out, so bye now,” y/f/n interjected, pulling your arm and leading you out of the house and towards the car.

Every other time you encountered Jungsu it was about the same. Nothing more than a quick hello before going on your way. That was until now. You’re currently sitting across from Jungsu at the coffee table in the living room of your friend’s house. A game of monopoly occupying the table. Gunil practically dragged you and y/fn to play on the grounds of “It would be too boring with just Jungsu and I.” You had just gotten out of jail and your next roll allowed you to pull a card from the community chest. You picked the card up, flipped it over and read outloud.

“Go to jail,” your face depends before you let out a sigh, picking up your piece and moving it back to the jail square. The others laugh at this, your friend even jokes about you being “such a criminal”. Coincidentally, Jungsu lands on the “Go to jail” square right after. He grabs his piece and moves it besides yours.

“Looks like we’re cell mates,” he states, looking at you with a small smile.

“Partners in crime,” you respond, reaching out your fist for a fist bump.His smile grows a bit deeper as he bumps his fist against your.

In monopoly fashion the game takes entirely too long. You end up claiming to have “died of old age” before tipping your piece over. You made your way into the kitchen. Opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. You hear footsteps, turning your head only to be greeted with the sight of Jungsu.

“Want one?” You ask while lifting the water bottle in your hand.

“Yeah thanks,” you grab another bottle before closing the fridge. You walk over and hand a bottle to him.

“Did you die too?”

“Heart attack,” he responds. Walking you made your way to the dining room table leaning against it and facing the direction of the living room where y/f/n and Gunil were still busy playing. “Who do you think will win?”Jungsu questions.

“I’m shocked they’re both still playing,”

“I guess it’s the sibling rivalry, they’re both too stubborn to lose to the other,” You and Jungsu find yourselves caught up in your own little conversation, getting to know each other better and sharing stories that you didn’t even notice when y/f/n finally won.

“Hey lovebirds!” Gunil shouts, breaking your conversation with Jungsu. “Come help us pack up the game.”

A few days later you and y/f/n were in your room just hanging out. Music from an artist you both like filling in as background noise.

‘You and Jungsu looked like you were getting pretty close,” she says, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

“We were just talking,”

“Talking is how it starts,” she states matter of factly.

“Stop,” you groan

“Oh come on! You at least think he’s cute right?” You sigh knowing that she’s not gonna leave you alone.

“He’s cute, but that doesn’t mean anything. Why do you care so much anyway?”

“I’m your best friend it’s my job to care. Plus if I don’t bother you about relationships who will? Seriously though, aren't you at least the tiniest bit interested in him? What if he asked you on a date?” Now you are starting to get suspicious. Why was she so insistent on you and Jungsu?

“Spill it,” you say

“What are you talking about?” She tried to play clueless, but you didn’t buy it there was definitely something up.

“Just tell me I don’t want to play this game,”

“But-”

“No buts just spill,” you demand

“........Jungsu likes you” she admits

“What?” you question

“I found out that day we played monopoly. I kinda suspected him a bit before, but Gunil confirmed it to me then,” she said

“Go on,” you say, wanting to know the story.

‘Ok, so after you “died” and Jungsu had a “heart attack” the both of you went into the kitchen. It was fairly obvious that he followed you there, so that’s when I asked Gunil if he liked you. Gunil went into this long story about how he thought you were pretty when you first met. Then it developed into a hopeless crush and he would always ask to come over just to have the chance of seeing you. He apparently really wanted to talk to you too, but he was nervous and could never think of a good reason to approach you. It’s actually the reason Gunil busted out monopoly. To give him a reason to interact and talk with you. It worked great surprisingly. Plus the other day he told me about how happy Jungsu was to finally have a real conversation with you,” She finished her ramble of a story.

After hearing all of this you began to think of her question earlier. What if Jungsu asked you on a date? That conversation you had was really nice. He was easy to talk to and you felt comfortable around him. Dating him surely couldn’t be a bad thing, but you still didn’t really know him all that well. You suppose that’s nothing a few dates couldn’t fix though.

It’s a week later that you see Jungsu again. Him and Gunil are sitting on the couch occupied by their phones, but the sound of you entering grabs their attention. Now it’s easy for you to notice the way Jungsu’s face immediately lights up. Prior to them even being able to get out a hello, you’re already talking.

“Jungsu, can we talk for a bit?” you ask. He looks confused and a little scared but still responds.

“Yeah sure,” getting up and walking over to you.

“Let’s talk outside,” you say walking back towards the door you just entered from. You begin to walk down their driveway and down the street Jungsu following.

“What’d you want to talk about?” He asks, strolling beside you.

“I know you like me,” you confess. He stops walking at once. Color seemingly draining from his face. “It’s ok!” You reassure him. “It’s just y/f/n told me….and Gunil told them, but look I wanted to talk because I wanted to ask you on a date,” you finish getting straight to the point, not wanting to stress him out anymore.

“Really? A date? With me?” He inquires color now returning to his face, a blush joining it too.

“Yes, a date with you, so what do you say?”

“Yes!” he replies very quickly grabbing your hand “Let’s go now,”

“Now?”

“Yes, why are you busy?”

“No,”

“Great, do you like ice cream?”

“Yes,”

“Ok let’s go, I know a good shop,” he says, still holding your hand.

That’s how you and Jungsu, your now boyfriend, went on your first of many dates.

#xdh imagines #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes #xdh #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes x reader #xh jungsu #jungsu #jungsu x reader

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tracksidequeen · 2 years

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Fading Smiles to Burning Love

Summary: Toto, the eye capturing unapproachable guy. You, a girl too busy to even think you could ever cross someone else's mind. What connects you? One dream, one passion; one offer changing your life. The truth has a way of unraveling in ways you could’ve never expected.

Pairing: YoungToto!RacingInstructor x Reader

Words: 3.2K

*****

“Marcus, hurry up we’re already late!” you shout without any affect. “Calm down, calm down. Jeez!” At his own pace he undoes his seatbelt, straightens his coat and opens the car-door. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” With one leg out of the car he looks back at you with a confused look on his face, and slowly slides back in.

“Thank you sis,” he mumbles awkwardly and he pats your leg.

“No, idiot! Your backpack!”

You turn in your seat to grab it from the backseat and mutter under your breath. “Here,” you shove it in his hands. “Now go, I’ll try to find a parking-space.”

Marcus hops out of the car and puts on his backpack which was filled with his racing gear, the size of it so out of proportion with his height. He turns around with a sour face, but nonetheless waves you goodbye as he enters the racetrack-facility. As much as you hate him, you love him double that amount; not that you’d ever tell him that.

With your parents working abroad half the time, you going to college and Marcus being taken care of by his au-pair, you try as much as you can to be there for him. To stand by his side with the things that make him happy. To cheer him on in his passions. To make him feel like he has somewhat of a family. Even if that means spending the weekends at the racetrack, while your friends are out partying. Yet you wouldn’t change it for the world.

‘Lechner Racing School, where the good become legendary’ reads the sign above the canteen-entrance as you enter it to grab yourself a drink before you dare to take on the summer heat - sitting outside in the burning sun on a boiling plastic seat is not one of your many joys in life. “Two bottles of Ice tea please, and a kilo of ice while you’re at it,” you joke at Lex whose been tending the bar since forever, and has seen many young talents come and go. “I’ll keep the ice coming!” he says as he grabs the bottles from the fridge. “No don’t bother, I’ll be outside watching him.” The wrinkles of the forty-something year old become prominent after your remark when his head pops up from behind the bar. “In that heat?! Dear, that’s not healthy!” You shrug your shoulder, “I know it makes him happy seeing me up there in the stands and I like seeing him in his element.”

“He’s is a rocket, that boy,” he says with an exuberant smile while turning around. “Here, at least wear this.” He places the team-cap on your head and hands you the drinks. “Have fun out there and just give me a call if you need more drinks, I’ll bring them up.” “Thanks, Lex!” He waves you off, “anything for our VIP’s.”

The sound of roaring engines in the background, the smell of tarmac and burning rubber in the scorching sun, the instructor shouting over the noise, it feels like home. One way or another. Up until now it is the one thing you and Marcus have truly bonded over. For hours on end you hear his stories, and you’d ask him questions, which would result in more stories. About how he overtook someone, how his instructor thought him a technique to break later than the rest, about how nasty someone was driving but he still had the upper-hand. They could never bore you, and the smile it put on his face was invaluable. A smile you remember you used to have, until life came crashing down.

There he is! All suited up he walks up to his go-kart and follows the lead of his instructor. He hops in, closes his visor, and you know it’s go-time. It’s practice, not even a race; it’s him not even you; yet you feel jitters in your stomach. Every time he goes on track there is pride and fear battling inside you. You know there’s risk involved, and some might call you crazy for supporting a 12 year old in motorsport - your parents at least have - but you vouched for it, standing behind Marcus’ passion. Yet anytime you see him enter the track you’re not so sure if you made the right call. But then he flies off into the distance and you know there’s a reason for everything.

“I don’t understand how those kids survive in that heat! Damn, I know I can’t.” Claudia, the mother of one of Marcus’ teammates, takes a seat next to you and offers you a drink. “No thanks, already got some.” “Smart. They really need it out there though. Poor kids” They’ve been driving around doing practice-starts for the past 15 minutes and in the meantime the wind has settled, leaving behind a humid, thick heat. Now imagine sitting in one of those karts with the fired-up engines. Claudia slaps her thighs with both hands, “this is not good, I’m going to-” “Look they’re being called back,” you interrupt her the moment she wants to stand up.

“EY, goddammit, watch it, you know the rules when entering the pit!” A thick Austrian accent echoes over the roaring engines as he nearly watches a collision before his eyes and your eyes capture the moment at the intesity of his scream. The karts stop and he immediately walks over the driver. “That was unnecessary and fucking dangerous, get up,” he says firmly while slightly grabbing the shoulder of the boy’s racing suit. The boy does as he’s said, he gets up in his sticky race suit and that’s when you notice it was Marcus being scolded. “Adamos, this is the last time it happens, okay? Everyone is slowing down and you’re just ramming through. For what?- Open you visor when I’m speaking to you!” Marcus does as he’s told and apologises politely without any word of resistance. “Good,” he turns to the rest. “Everyone go change, we’ll do some track-walks. And don’t forget your water!”

As the boys waddle off he checks his phone, and looks up at the stand where you were sitting with all the parents. With a bounce in his step he walks over to the stand, his long brown hair sticking to his forehead, and his once light grey shirt now completely soaked in sweat. Clumsy he climbs onto the metal bars and leans over it to be in speaking-range. “Toto, what’s the plan? I’m not spending my entire salary on them just playing around.” A charming smile appears on his face, “no worries mister Müller, I’m simply going to throw some things around, but still make it useful. Going to do some track-walks and explain race-line strategies.” “Okay then-” “So no money lost on me, sir!” “That’s how I like to hear it.”

He jumps off the metal bars to leave but before he does so he turns around, “Oh and Miss Adamos,” he says with a finger pointing at you, capturing your attention. “I’d like to have a word after the session is done, if you don’t mind?” His soft brown eyes were a stark contrast to the sharp features of his face, and the lingering eye contact felt like an eternity, until the moment you realised he asked you a question. “Yes-yes, no worries at all,” you stutter and you feel yourself melt away of embarrassment on the overheating blue seat.

The boys return with screeches of laughter as one of the guys made a stupid remark back in the changing room. “C’mon boys, allons-y!” Toto claps his hands together for them to put a higher pace in their walks, but with the high temperatures he’s not getting much out of them. From afar you see him shake his head and just decide to walk ahead of the pack until they catch up on track. Suddenly Marcus runs towards Toto and yanks at his arm making Toto lean down so he can hear him, and they start talking for a good minute until the rest catches up. He looks up at you from a distance, and simply nods his head ‘yes’ at you.

The parents that surround you have a gift of making every little thing seem so big. Everything they can find, they’ll nag and nitpick about. About the way their kids race, about the way they’re thought, about their jobs, about each others’ jobs. Can’t they just sit here is peace, watch their child, and realise they are providing them the gift of their dreams. They should be grateful, thankful, and proud of being able to put their kid in such a fortunate position. They remind them so much of your own parents, always complaining about everything, about your life decisions, about Marcus’ hobbies. And every time you say ‘but just watch him race, you’ll think totally different about it.’ Yet they never have. They continue to throw money at him though, probably to buy his love, yet they never seem to have even an ounce of care in their bodies.

They walked a full lap around the track, as you see the pack re-appear around the corner. Toto shirtless by now because of the heat, exposing his toned muscles under his glistening skin making him look like a sculpted Greek god. He’s pointing and waving his arms as he’s explaining something which the boys listen to attentively. With his shirt dangling in the back pocket of his shorts he tells the boys training is done, and to get a soda on the house, “you boys really deserve it after today! Now go - Go!”

The kids run inside to their parents, who gave up and went inside minutes after the track-walk started, making you the only one sitting outside without realising it. You were too lost in your thoughts.

“Catch!”

Your eyes jump up as you see a bottle flash before your eyes and hits your shoulder. “Shit sorry, didn’t mean for that to happen!” A giant of a man walks up to you nonchalantly, blocking the sun with his naked torso. “What did you expect,” you laugh as you grab the bottle of water off the floor. He looks at you with a sarcastic face, “well, that you’d catch.”

Toto took a seat beside you, nearly burning his leg and his back on the hot plastic. “Well, now we know one thing for sure, the racing-gene was not passed on to you,” he jokes, but you just stare at him. “I mean, you have to have good reflexes- as a racing driver- and you didn’t- you know what, never mind.”

“First you throw a bottle at me, and then you call my reflexes insufficient, you must really hit it off good with the ladies.” He cheeks turn slightly red, and shakes his head with a laugh at your remark. “Trust me, I’m A-mazing with the ladies.” There’s a hint of sarcasm in his voice, but it can be mistaken for cockiness as a smug smile appears on his face and he winks at you.

“Oookay.. What’s up,” you say to quickly change the subject. “Is it about Marcus’ behaviour earlier, I can talk to him about that-” “No, no, it’s not that, actually the opposite.” He looks at you with a grin on his face, his brown eyes glint in the sun and you notice the razor burn on his clenching jaw. “Marcus is a great guy, and an even greater driver; I truly think he’ll make it far. And I want to do anything in my power to help him progress.” The cockiness and smug attitude he carried just moments ago was replaced with sincerity.

“What do you mean?”

He looks at you, with one eye closed squinting in the sun, “you wanna go inside? It’s getting a bit unbearable out here.”

You took his lead and followed him down the stairs. All the while you stare enchanted at the dancing muscles in his back with every movement he makes. His slightly slanted shoulders, wondering what happened to them. An accident? A fight? The droplets forming on his his back, making their way down, shimmering and shining on his tanned body. He looked nothing like the other 22 year olds you were surrounded by in college. There was something so strong and powerful, yet so caring and respectful about him. Maybe this is what your mother meant when she said you needed to find a true gentleman.

After putting his shirt back on Toto sat you down in the canteen and continued his conversation with in the background talking parents and the shouts and laughter from the boys. “Look, what I meant was that I think he has a lot of potential, and that we’re not getting everything out of him with only two trainings a week.” You look at him confused, “so, he needs more training?”

“Well- more training means a team promotion- and before you say anything, what you saw today, with the little incident, that’s all because he needs more of a challenge and he tries to find it in anything. Sometimes he just picks the wrong places. But I know he can-” “Okay, yea, I’m in... if that’s what he wants.” His eyes light up with delight, “amazing! The thing is though, I’ve only ever seen you here, and you know that for any promotions there need to be given consent from a guardian since he’s under-aged. Do you think your parents will give it?”

Of course your parents won’t give it, given how hard it was half a year ago when another instructor offered the same deal. More training, more money, more hours driving him to practice, more expensive gear, more danger and risk. You shake your head ‘no.’ “You have to understand the things he can accomplish-” “No, Toto, you don’t understand, our parents-”

*BOOO*

All the hairs in your neck stand up from the jump-scare and you fling you hand back to slap Marcus, but he’s too quick. “Stan told me to do it!!” he giggles as he runs back to his friends. “Asshole,” you mutter under your breath and you look back at Toto who’s chuckling under his breath. “Ugh guys and their weird sense of humor.” He laughs, “having a brother must be fun.” “Yea, so- much- fun,” you say with a petty smile.

“You were trying to say something about your parents before Marcus came.” He looks at you inquisitively. “Yes, no, no worries, I’ll talk to them, see if we can work something out.” You pushed that sentence out of your system with difficulty because you know how difficult it will be. Communicating this, getting this across to them. And as if Toto can read your mind, “you know, if you need help with anything- the strategy we have for him, school assistance, financial aid- I’m glad to help. I truly mean that.”

“You really care about him, don’t you?” A slight smile forms on his face, “yes, he’s a special one, I just want to see him succeed and not waste his potential.” It’s odd realising how good of a relationship Marcus and Toto have. The countless stories you heard about Toto teaching him this, Toto telling him off about that, Toto jokes this and that, an endless cycle; yet this is the first time you actually had a proper conversation with him. After practice or during the social events he always seems so to himself, with the capability of seeming isolated in a group of twenty people, yet carrying the charisma that people were honoured when he did speak to them.

“It just reminds me of my sister and I,” he says after a long silence which you filled up by drinking the glass of water Lex gave you. “What does?” you ask him. “You and Marcus.” He looks down at his hands on the table, which were fiddling with a sugar-package. “The way you show up for him, how you let him have the experiences in life that you never had. It can be difficult. I know that firsthand, and it feels unfair most times. But then you see the smile on their face when they succeed at what they love, because you were there helping them along the way. That smile makes it all worth it.”

He looks up at you after he finished talking, as if trying to hide the fact that he just opened up to you. But his eye contact felt so personal, as if he could read your mind and you look away time. “I just hope his smile never fades like mine did,” you say softly. “Come on now, I know yours didn’t fade,” he replies with a disagreeing tone. “You just started seeing the world for what it is, but trust me that smile will return.” A cheerful smile paints his face trying to not let the mood down, and somehow it works. “How are you so sure?” you ask him challenging, and he lifts his chin with pride. “My mom told me, smiles always come back.”

“Your mom told you?” you repeat. “Yea, and she Never lies,” he says factually, yet sounding like a 5 year old boy trying to prove a point. “Such a dork,” you laugh. He slaps the table and points his finger at you. “A-HA see there’s a smile! I knew it!”

“Toto likes a gi-irl, Toto likes a gi-irl!” The boys sing in unison interrupting your conversation and you see Lex secretly enjoying the public humiliation they are inflicting on you and Toto. “Okay, okay that’s enough guys, nothing to see here.” Toto stands up from the table and walks over to the guys joking with them that they secretly have a crush on you. “Yikes no! Absolutely not.” The moment Toto then accused them of having a girlfriend brought up a whole other shouting match with their denial. Marcus pulling at Toto’s arm as he was picking at him, saying how he’ll ask you about all Marcus’ secrets.

The way Marcus was laughing with ease made your heart warm, the innocence he carried with him, and the lust for life and curiosity. At some moments it felt like you were living through him.

“Come on, let’s go Marcus,” you say as you walk up to the group minutes later. “Nooo we’re all playing a game, I can’t leave now.” A sigh leaves your mouth, “Marcus c’mon, don’t start now please. I have to go, I also have a life.” “Fine, then go, but don’t ruin mine,” he shouts without a filter. Tears prickle in the back of your eyes out of frustration, because even though he doesn’t know the meaning of his words, and he probably doesn’t mean it, they do hurt. How could you be ruining his life when you gave up half of yours for him.

“Marcus please, just-” “if you want I can also drive him back later today, just tell me where and at what time,” Toto said hesitantly as to not overrule your authority in the situation. Even in the moment he was trying to help he was doing everything in his power to be considerate. “Yess, see Toto will drive me home!” Marcus says joyful. After some arguing back and forth you cave in and exchange numbers with Toto so he can contact you if anything happens.

“Okay, bye Marcus!” you wave him goodbye. “Yea, yea.” He runs off without acknowledging you. Toto looks at you with a soft smile and a tilted head, “bye, see you later.”

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I know it wasn’t filled with a lot of plot, but I’m just setting the scene and dabbling into the whole young Toto vibe. I hope you liked it nonetheless. Let me know if you want more <3 Feedback is always helpful, especially after having been away for such a long time (don’t come for me hahah)

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F2 Quali - Austria 2023 - James Blair commentary highlights

Nice view of mine and Clem's kitchen in the background there, I hadn't actually factored that in when I set everything up, but there you go.

Clem up in the top 10 [in practice], honourable mention. See if we can finally get it together, that'd be nice.

I threw my back out this morning [...] oh my back is absolutely giving me grief, holy heck. Fuck [...] fuck I really am struggling with my back here team, but I'll try not to move too much - oh fucking hell - I'll see if I can kind of sit straight that might be better for it [...] feels muscular, or maybe there's some plates there I've put in the wrong place like when a guest empties the dishwasher.

Novalak is at the top of the timing boards as we see it now. Stupendous, long may it continue.

Look good, feel good, go good. Oh, Christ. I need like some kind of heat pad or a theragun or something, or perhaps a healthier lifestyle.

I've taken the day off work by the way, in case anyone was worried the insurance industry was going to collapse.

They're being quite anal for lack of a better word, on the track limits here in Austria as they usually are. Very persnickety.

Alright Novalak's going to put a lap in and he's quicker than Stanek, so that's something. And we're quicker than Benevides. We're just going to count the people we're quicker than. Not Crawford. Jaky Moon, to the top of the sheets. Said that before, weyhey.

And it's Victor Martins up top, the sexy Frenchman.

"Who's your favourite indycar driver?" Marcus. Hate to say it, in some ways, but, you know. *sings love is blind* [...] correct, followed very closely by Scott Dixon. There's really almost literally nothing in it.

Anything you hear on Screaming Meals take it with a pinch of salt or assume it's not true.

I've heard a lot about this Barbie film, a lot of chat yesterday about some of my trousers which are apparently Barbie coloured. I really haven't paid much attention to it, it's unintentional, I do just like wearing pink and upsetting the pseudo-masculine lads in my workplace who are just terrifed of anything but a pair of chinos from Reiss and a Ralph Lauren oxford shirt.

"Any interest in the Ashes James?" Absolutely none.

Almost all of [Ollie Bearman's] points have come from race wins, so he's got to pull a couple of fingers out. I had a drink with him last weekend, caught up, and he showed up to a pub dressed like he was ready for an insurance conference, white polo and black chinos and smart trainers. So somebody's got him on a short leash. And he seemed very calm, very collected, very sort of relaxed. And then he had to shoot off to another do for his mates who had passed their A-levels, so made me feel like a complete paedophile.

I'm just listening to Theo Pourchaire here, who looped it actually, in practice, had a rare moment of, I don't know, dur-brain-ism.

Not to stir the pot but [the ART seat] was an option we weren't not considering, but thought better of it in the end.

Yes, I've had a hair cut this week. Which is now apparently news. Much to the relief of Ally. She was getting continuously more and more pissed off about the hair, which is about 90% of the reason why I kept it so long.

Yes, doing TikTok now. Not enjoying it, it's a bit silly, but Clem says it's really important to uphold a public image so I'm doing them, but I want to make it absolutely clear that it's against my will.

Novalak clinging on in P16, by virtue of probably a few track limits violations. Come on Clem. P10 in praccy, it's all you need again brother. Reverse grid pole, and a massive plug for the empire. That's what we want.

This is a real what I believe scientists refer to as a clusterfuck.

Somebody's run well wide there and it's Daruvala in the MP and he's totally fucked Fittipaldi's lap in doing so as well. Big old moment for Dizzle.

I love Gregoire Saucy. I've actually never met him but I think he's just got a fantastic name. [...] I'd love to get Gregoire Saucy on the pod, but you would need to put up with me calling him Gregoire Saucy every time I addressed him.

I'm not even going to talk about Trident. Not even gonna do it, don't fancy it.

Good on Victor, I love Victor, he's a really great young man [...] super hot, lovely guy.

I'll definitely be doing all of the races this weekend, on my lonesome [...] thanks for tuning in, and please don't be mean to me.

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COMET YOU ARE SPOILING US WITH THESE FICS IM IN LOVE

a needy mountain or ifrit, perhaps??

Ahhhh THANK YOU. Honestly, I’m the one being spoiled with all these insane and incredible, asks. I love you all so much. Since I forgot Ifrit in a ficlet yesterday, I think it's time to show him some love.

Ifrit leans his head into Aether's warm thigh as Aether slips his fingers into his hair, and scratches his claws along his scalp lightly. He sinks into the feeling. He wants it to be enough. Of course, it isn't. He bites back a whine and presses even closer to Aether's leg. He hates that Aether's wearing pants. That he can't have the satisfaction of skin on skin. He wants--needs--more. And Aether’s intent dragging it out, like always.

Aether's focused on the TV. Everyone else is too, sucked in by the movie. But Ifrit can't think. The movie is background noise, a drone. All he can think about is how Aether has been toying with him all day. Soft touches, the rake of his claws over the back of Ifrit's neck while he was washing dishes. Throwing his arm around Ifrit's shoulders and hauling him close during band practice to whisper filth in his ear. You're going to look so pretty stuffed full of my cock later.

And now it's later. And here Ifrit is, woefully unstuffed.

The waiting is torture. He’s bad at it, not used to it. He’s never had to beg for anything in his eternal life. But right now, he wants to. He wants to climb up into Aether’s lap and beg for something. Anything more than these gentle touches. He wants something concrete, a grounding tough. Something that feels real. If you asked Ifrit, the movie is five hours long. When it eventually ends, and Aether stands, stretching his arms above his head and saying that he’s headed to bed. Ifrit tries his best to look unbothered, but he stands and follows, unable to do anything except appear like the lost puppy trying to follow Aether home.

Aether smiles at him as they step into the hallway together. “What’s up, Fritter?” It’s not a loaded question. Aether’s face is soft and open, and Ifrit wants to go to his knees and plead. Instead he crosses his arms. “You promised.”

Aether raises his eyebrows. “I--what?”

“Don’t do this, Aeth.” Aether shrugs. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You said you’d fuck me, that you’d take care of me.” Ifrit says, grinding his teeth together in a bad attempt at keeping his voice down.

“Did I?”

Ifrit whines. The sound surprises both of them. Ifrit wants to gather it up and shove it back down his throat. “Don’t make me do this, Aeth please. I just want-.”

Aether slings his arm around Ifrit’s shoulder. “I know.”

He steers them both down the hallway towards Aether’s room.

“I’ve been so good. Patient.”

“Have you been?”

“Aeth--” Ifrit’s face is drawing down, into something that might be despair. Aether must notice it because he softens as he opens his bedroom door and ushers Ifrit inside. “Don’t worry.” Aether says, sliding his hand up to rest gently in the hair at the back of Ifrit’s neck. He thumbs over the place where his spine meets his skull. “I’m going to give you exactly what you need.”

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Traversing Teyvat

Chapter 3: Part 2: An Ice Peacock’s Tears

Synopsis: The Cryo vision holder has a chat with you. The events that unfold are not as expected

Authors note: Ayo, I just had to finish the last part today. The rest were ready along with the part 1. Enjoy my lovelies.

Warning: Not proofread.

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Masterlist

The Knights were pretty well funded inspite of it being an organisation that doesn’t tax people for its services. The hall’s were grand and the rooms were luxurious. The cavalry captain’s office was no exception. The light streamed in through the huge windows. The curtains were partially closed and the walls were decked with maps scribbles and documents. All in a chaotic manner. Kaeya motioned you to take a seat, smiling in a way that you recognised to be his mask. A few moments ago you he was smiling with amusement, but now it was the same smile, the aura was different. A buzzing sound plagued your ears as you sat down. Was it your emotions or was it the fact that your heart was beating in your throat? Whatever it was, the sound wasn’t helping with the situation at all.

You shuffled towards a familiar chair, the one that you repeatedly created in your serenitea pot, all because you wanted to recreate his office.

Confusion and a numbing sense of shock flowed through Kaeya’s mind. Years had he practiced putting on his mask and yet this sense of foreboding shook him and he could barely conceal his emotions. This familiar face he had seen along with a blond headed traveller, The eyes that had kept on watching over him, the voice that seemed to follow him every time. The entity that he thought was imaginary was now in front of him and all he could do was pretend it wasn’t real. It worked once and it work once again. Right? He rested his arm on his chair while he stood looking at the person sitting awkwardly and refusing to look at him, only archons know why.

“ So, About the horse. Since you were very headstrong on getting him to join my cavalry. I might as well get to know him better. Give me a few more details about this future horse of favonious.” Kaeya gestured, “A cavalry captain has the right to know at least that much doesn’t he?”

“His name is Rugby, Brown and has an affinity for….Philanemo Mushrooms.” Of course you couldn’t tell that Rugby who was actually your dog loved dog biscuits. That wouldn’t be realistic. You hadn’t planned anything after meeting Kaeya. So you had to wing it.

“Philanemo Mushrooms?”

“ Yes, cooked in patties, like how Timmie’s mom prepares it. You should try it once. No wonder why Rugby loves it.” You blinked like as-a-matter-of-factly.

Kaeya didn’t budge, his face was hard to read.

He hummed, “ How long have you been in Mondstadt? You seem to know everyone here. Well, better than me I suppose.”

“ It’s been over an year or so, sir. I don’t think this has got anything to do with Rugby I guess.” You said, trying to wheel him away from finding out that you were here for only three days.

“ Yes indeed, but the knights have to verify your background. You could always be a fraud if we aren’t too careful. Lately suspicious people have been popping up in Mondstadt.” Kaeya stared. Scanning you with his starry eye. “You are a part of the adventurer’s guild aren’t you?”

“ What gave it away? I have been a member for an year and half.” You smiled. Of course that didn’t mean your palms weren’t sweaty and you just wanted this nerve wracking interrogation to end.

Kaeya shrugged, “The boldness. How Bold can a commoner be to actually waltz up to the illustrious cavalry captain with a blatant lie and still believe that the captain actually bought it. Only someone who has ventured into the crevices of adventure can have the audacity. Am I wrong?”

Shit. But yet once again you weren’t surprised, You didn’t main him for over 2 years for nothing. This was expected. You had to play it off cool.

You raised your arms in retreat, “ Welp, you got me. As expected of our beloved Captain.” You smiled, “Now then, Please ask away whatever questions you have, Of course a maiden would want to meet the captain to bask in his glory, and the very maiden will have her own ways.”

Kaeya chuckled, It felt slightly off. It wasn’t his usual suave laugh, It sounded forced.

“Guess you have adventured a lot in the past, would you mind enlightening me with your past.”, Kaeya gestured, “I am quite intrigued for I haven’t heard of a ridiculous name such as Rugby. As far as I know, No nation has such ridiculous names.”

“Uhmm. I’d rather not. It’s a long story and will take up your time.”

“Oh~ But you wanted to spend time with me, did you not? Please go ahead.”

“I do not remember where I come from, But I have visited a few places so far.” You had to give him something or else he might sniff you out. You could narrate your commissions in Inazuma. It might make it sound like you came from Inazuma. That sounded right.

“Oh a child from the land of Electro? Pretty rare in these parts of Mondstadt if you ask me.” Kaeya said in a robotic voice. He didn’t seem to be buying it.

“ That is quite the reason why I chose to come to the city of freedom. The shogunate wasn’t my cup of tea.”

He raised his eyebrow. And smiled, he seemed to agree now. “Yes indeed, The Raiden Shogun seemed to put up quite a fight, getting struck by lightning repeatedly isn’t fun in the long run.”

“ Urghh You tell me.”

“ How’s the traveller?”

“ Going to Sumeru. Going to save another nation now.”

He paused. The room grew colder. Strike.

Realisation dawned. You gave away the fact that you fought the shogun. Wait. How did he know that?

Hold up. Are all the vision bearers self aware?

How come Sara didn’t know you? Is it because she was NPC. What about Katheryne? Why isn’t anything making sense? How far does the self awareness extend to?

Your skin had gone cold. Your heart was hammering and you could barely feel your fingers. A ringing pain in your ears, you couldn’t even hear anything clearly. The world started spinning. What is happening?

“Y/N”,

You stared at your feet. No response.

“ The one who controls us. How did you end up here?” His voice was grave. It was almost close to a hiss.

You remained a statue. The shock seemed to numb you entirely. All you could do was zone out.

“ All my life, I thought that you were a hallucination. A voice that seemed to laugh at me and jeer at the choices I made. At first it felt comforting.” He spoke.

“But, whenever the voice popped up I felt my arms move at my own accord. It was as if I was a puppet.”

Puppet. You heard that loud and clear.

“ Mona Megistus once did tell that we were the pawns of fate and we are played by destiny.I laughed it off. But we both knew that what she said was true. She managed to maintain a straight face, Kudos to the all knowing I presume.”

You looked at him. You never knew the reality. His eye seemed to darken. He looked like a kid, who was told Santa wasn’t real. But here It was his reaction to you being real.

Sorry. I am sorry. That word seemed to be written all over your face.

“ Your presence was comforting indeed. In the darkest of times when no soul seemed to even care glance my-our way, I heard your voice. Crying. Sobbing at my fate.” He continued, “ Maybe you were crying at my fate or you were crying for me. Either ways it confirmed that our fate wasn’t exactly in your hands. But we were.”

That one rainy night, Bloody cold and helpless. As he limped towards a home which didn’t seem to exist at that time, when his whole world was spinning as he clutched the ice orb, he heard the voice for the first time. A weak choked voice whispering No. As if it was his mind screaming. Once he got himself somewhere safe he could hear the same voice comforting him or itself. But for some reason, he felt comfortable under its watch.

Guardian Angel I guess.

He looks at you, pale with shock. Guess you didn’t expect this side of story at all. He still wonders what your existence means. Who were you really?

Here you were losing your mind. You read the webtoon and plenty of fanfiction narrating the scene Ragbros angst, but never did you play an event that had the cutscene of that event. But then how did he hear you cry ridiculously when you were drunk and you had reached friendship level 10 with Kaeya and was reading his lore. Did that mean that you going through character stories meant you were at the moment in the story.

It didn’t make sense.

They were under your control. But you cant change their lives either. Other than stuffing them in a ridiculous teapot.

What now?

“Y/N, why are you here?” his voice was distant. He did not look at you.

“I..don’t”

“ My life was anything but free. Of course you know it. From my very birth till today, all I have ever lived is a life that someone else set up for me.” His voice grew louder, but more like a hiss, he seemed to be trembling.

“Just, when I thought it wasn’t half bad and I could actually live life like a dream things went out of control, only for me to get to know that it never was in my control.” Control.

He pushed his chair back. Slammed his fist on the table. Shivering with pure confusion and anger. His eyes watery, his breath heavy. His vision seemed to glow brighter by the moment and the air grew heavier.

“ Do you know how it feels…,” His eyes finally met yours.

The dark blue star dancing frantically, The scar beneath his eye patch pulsing rapidly, “ TO KNOW YOUR LIFE WAS PLAYED OUT FOR THE ENTERTAINMENT OF ONE INDIVIDUAL?”.

The air started frosting, snowflakes fell. Kaeya stared at you. Time froze.

Entertainment.

That was the sake of the development of a game. That was the sake of the creation of characters. But once you took the characters into your life, cherishing them they were given a life.

Now that you know this, what now? All you wanted to do was unlock teleport waypoints to travel around more smoothly.

It’s been more than a minute now. What’s up with Kaeya? The snowflakes didn’t move either.

Crackle.

The glowing vision, sparkled. It started glitching? The table started shifting, the hues started changing. The light pouring through the velvet curtains started changing. The clock started turning back to an hour. Kaeya started walking back to his chair, on his own accord. Glitching.

His eyes seemed to look at you in fright.

What’s happening to me? It screamed.

His mouth seemed to glitch. The room spun. Red and green pixels radiated from you, engulfing the entire room.

Silence. The room was set right. You swore you could here the same ding that you here whenever the game reconnects to the server.

Kaeya was in his place, smiling forcibly, birds chirped near the window. The sun poured in as usual. There was no frost, no snowflakes. The air seemed light.

You knew where to go now.

“ I’ll take care of it captain.” You whispered and walked up to him. Gave him a pat on his cheek and walked out of the door which was just opened by a confused Harry, who was just about to ask the captain why he wanted no one to enter his room. Only to see at a captain looking through his documents and no one else.

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin fanfic #sagau #genshin fanfiction #readerxgenshin #genshinfanfic #Traversing Teyvat #Ragbros #angst

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