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((ooc: i love the last few panels posts!! ur art looks great :0 ))
Mod: Aww thanks Glo, you're making me blush :3
#Mod Answers#There's gonna be a new update tonight#Two new updates to be exact hehe#So keep an eye out for that ;)
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heyhey! You said you had a request but couldn’t see it and in case it was mine here i am once again humbling asking you to feed my delusions. I am the same person who asked for the one with the fake dating trope and the one where reader spawns into the lobby :))
But i am here now going for a more angsty route! >:) Granted, this is more of an OC x Alastor but im describing it more generic for the populace BUT HERE GOES
right before “Cover me” reader kept silently glancing over at Alastor which was on the dance floor, subconsciously making him approach her. He goes of course they have a (Important for later) conversation like “I havent seen you around here. Are you new around town?” “Just moved in actually~” “Well, Id love to give you a tour someday, the names Alastor” and he kisses her hand “Ah a charmer, ill have to be careful around you” (OR A MORE ELEGANT CONVERSATION THEN THAT I SUCK AT DIALOGUE) then theres the knife and gun scene and the team up
And then they get together after about a year or two and I dont wanna say theyre legally married but eventually use wife and husband terms because its more fancy and gives them more respect in eyes of others but they have been together for around 5 years at this point.
but then the events of 1925 happen where readers twin brother dies because some bastards set fire to his house and Reader has an argument with Alastor before eventually going alone to avenge her brother (theyre like “theres too many, youll die” “so be it!”)
Reader kills them all (duh) but because it was January and extremely cold she eventually gets hypothermia and during the delusions it gives she stumbles and gets impaled on an abandoned rusty fence spike and dies :3
Alastor find her and gives her a proper burial and 8 years later in 1933 while visiting readers grave he gets shot canonically
But these 8 years gave reader enoigh time in hell to establish her own dominance and due to the life she lived and the death of hypothermia- she gets turned into a sort of blizzard demon. Around 180 cm with black limbs, white fluffy hair and fluffy ears and a white tail as a sinner form and for the demon form im thinking of the faceless Room Guardians by Anyaboz on Instagram (incredible artist btw) with ice powers like summoning weapons and ice spikes and ice touches and moving freely (like Kindred’s wolf in League) in her blizzard. Taking over half the pentagram like this-
Until 1933 when Alastor pops up in hell, does his demon business and eventually wants to check out these frozen parts and goes into a bar very similar to the one they met and sees reader at the table and then THEY HAVE THE EXACT SAME CONVERSATION THEY HAD WHEN THEY FIRST MET (maybe with the knife and gun scene too hehe) and theyre both like “i forgive you” or smth idk maybe they just have a silent agreement- either way.
After they met the blizzard stops and no one knows why or who did it :>, readers identity as the blizzard demon remaining a secret
BTW I LOVE YOU FOR MAKING MY DREAMS COME TRUE- if you want more i have a ton of ideas because brain rot- (also lil side note i kind of imagine reader as albino because it would fit my ocs lore a bit more- but keeping it basic would fit everyones ideas of their own reader so! do what you please you already made my day better by reading my ideas come to life :3))
yes!! i did see yours and it is currently in third place for requests i need to fill so ill probably get it done by this weekend, early next week at the latest. it’s just taking me a bit because i’m in midterms rn and also i want to make sure i get in all the details :) i think it might’ve been a request for alastor’s mom reader x lucifer?? i recall getting one about that but can’t seem to find it anywhere. long story short,, your request is in progress and i will post it as soon as i have the time to finish it up :)
UPDATE: This piece has officially been posted as of Friday February 23rd, 2024.
Frostbite (Alastor x Reader)
#hazbin hotel#alastor#hazbin alastor#alastor the radio demon#fic writer#hazbin hotel alastor#alastor hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x reader#request things#request one shot#asks#answered asks
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lafd updates kissing booth scene 😙
hi hi hello !! i was fortunate enough to get featured on an episode of @dispatchpodcast with the simply wonderful @burnthatbridge and had a truly delightful time, cannot recommend enough. i mentioned i had a few deleted scenes from lafd updates 2 and said “hehe maybe i’ll upload them during christmas”, and then as soon as rachel and i hung up i immediately forgot i’d said that so did not in fact upload them on christmas. anyway so better late than never? hope u enjoy hehe
this is lafd updates 2.5: kissing booth. aka will mia ever stop milking this verse (probably not)
Eddie has served two terms in the army. He has fired guns; he has killed people. He left his wife and his newborn son to do a military tour in the Middle East; he has lost countless people on the job.
And yet, somehow, this is his lowest moment: standing behind a kissing booth, wearing an LAFD shirt two sizes too small and a $5 FOR A KISS! badge.
It makes sense, he thinks resignedly to himself as the next woman steps up the booth. This is probably just karmic retribution for all the terrible things he’s done in his life. He’d thought he’d paid it back, by moving himself and Christopher to a new state where they’ve both thrived, taking a job that focuses on saving people instead of milling them down, but apparently not. Just when he thinks the universe has finished taking its turn laughing at him, he falls through another new, impossibly worse trapdoor of shame.
He just didn’t realise this one would mean potentially contracting Covid or beard burn.
“Hello,” he says, anyway, because he’s nothing if not a diligent protector of state. Also Buck has promised him the mother of all blowjobs if he cracks eight hundred dollars. “What’s your name?”
The latest woman blinks at him, a little owlishly. “Um, Alice,” she says with a blush. “Hi, sorry, I just can’t believe it’s really you. You’re so handsome in person.”
“Ha, really,” Eddie says, as though ninety percent of the tax-paying public willing to spend their daily latte budget on a smooch haven’t said the exact same thing to him. He’s honestly starting to get a little offended on behalf of his station portrait; he didn’t think it was that bad. At least not the point where people are insultingly surprised by his apparent good looks. Maybe it’s the hair? “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Alice. I’m Eddie.”
“I know,” she says. “I’m a big fan.”
Eddie reiterates: he posted about traffic and sandstorms. “Well, let’s give you your money’s worth.”
Behind manning a kissing booth, probably one of the more mortifying experiences of Eddie’s life had been discussing the parameters of what constituted a five-dollar kiss with his coworkers and captain. It’s good to know that at least two of his top five most humiliating moments have been solidified within a day; economical, probably, even if it means he needs to go into hiding for at least a week. Chimney had begun the team brief with, “Okay, but do you use tongue?” which was how Eddie knew he was in for a long afternoon. Or, the big banner outside the station with MR LAFD UPDATES MAN KISSING BOOTH INSIDE!! had been an inkling, but he’d been mostly optimistic.
“Like French kissing?” Bobby said.
“No one calls it French kissing anymore, old man,” Buck said. “It’s making out.”
“I,” Eddie said, “am not making out with people. I’m going to get the kissing equivalent of rug burn.”
Chimney had looked concerned. “A peck isn’t worth five dollars.”
“I didn’t tell you to charge five dollars per kiss.”
“Uh, if we want to beat out Station 19 for biggest donation, we’re gonna have to pull out the big guns.” Chimney then gestured at him, as though Eddie was in danger of forgetting that the culmination of the rivalry between the 118 and their biggest rivals rested on his shoulders. And tongue, apparently. He’d been having stress dreams for weeks.
“Yeah, you’re probably gonna have to use tongue,” Ravi said, not sounding apologetic at all. “Everyone in my mentions is talking about it.”
Maybe today would also encapsulate the third worst moment of Eddie’s life. If he played his cards right he might be able to hit all five. “About my tongue?” he said, tiredly. Three months ago, he would have been dismayed. He’s older and wiser to the whims of Twitter now; he’s resigned to his fate.
“#LAFDKissingBooth is trending,” Ravi said. “You better mint up.”
Eddie sighed anyway. “I liked it better when you were riding the coattails of my fame.”
“Oh, I still am,” Ravi said, and flashed his phone screen. “I run an LAFD Updates Man Updates account where I mostly just report on everything you’re doing.”
Hen was pretending not to find this deeply hilarious. It was fine; Eddie was used to being betrayed at this point. “Why?”
“Because I’m at, like, sixty thousand followers,” Ravi said. “By the way, everyone sends their best wishes about your defeat in Mario Kart yesterday.”
Buck said, “Ha!” like this was tremendously funny. “Update-caption.”
“Don’t you have anything to say about this?” Eddie said. “We’re dating.”
“And you’re about to make us hundreds of dollars,” Buck said kindly. “If you kiss them the way you kiss me we could probably charge eight or nine dollars for a kiss.”
“Oh, gag,” said Hen, at the same time as Chimney perked a finger up and broached, “Now, that’s not a bad idea.” There had also been a talk about Covid protocols and the implications of a kissing booth in the metropolis of California, as well as an agreed-upon number of seconds a kiss should last (six seconds, which Eddie had fought tooth and nail down from fifteen, what the fuck, Chim) and a loose script Eddie would follow, because apparently money in a box and then a smooch was “unromantic”, or whatever. “It’s the Mr LAFD Updates Experience,” Chimney said, emphasising the words in a way that they probably all started with capital letters, like a board game or bad dating simulator. God, it’s only a matter of time. “We need to generate good press for our charity auction in Christmas so hopefully we can sell off a date with you for over a grand.”
“We could start a farm in the mountains,” Eddie said to Buck. “Raise goats.”
Buck, who was an asshole for still sniggering at him, but also the love of Eddie’s life, said indulgently, “Goats are cool. Do you think we could make our own cheese?”
Their hideaway in the mountains where Eddie does nothing but spend time with his son and boyfriend making cheese and babying goats has kind of been the thing keeping him going through the afternoon. Even now as he leans in to kiss Alice, counting to six in his head (and keeping his tongue in his mouth, thank you), he lets his mind wander a little: pictures Buck in overalls and nothing else, milking cows and chewing on wheat. Mm.
It's not until she pulls away that he realises to his mortification he’s sprung to half-chub. Quickly he quickly slides the donations box in front of him.
Alice wipes her mouth on the back of her hand, looking a little dazed. “Damn,” she says. “If I pay another twenty what will that get me?”
Eddie tries for a smile. “Probably several rounds at Whack-A-Mole and maybe one of my captain’s smash burgers.”
Alice leans forward across the booth. “Just a smash burger?”
Eddie coughs. “Um, well. And Whack-A-Mole.”
“Lady,” someone loudly says in the queue behind her. “You got your turn. Stop holding up the line.”
Alice scowls, but drops twenty dollars in the donations box anyway before disdainfully swanning away. Eddie is sort of pleasantly surprised by this; he busies himself smoothing the bill down, does a rough estimate in his head with the amount of people he’s kissed across the afternoon and reckons he’s probably very near his eight hundred dollar goal, then looks up for his next customer.
And smiles.
“Well, hey there, cowboy,” Buck says, which is a poorly timed choice of words considering the trestle table they’ve got set up is only just covering Eddie’s boner at the thought of Buck murmuring yeehaw into his ear as they slow-fuck against a haybale. “I heard you’re giving out kisses?”
Eddie raises an eyebrow. Goat-rearing fantasies aside, he hasn’t forgotten it was Buck’s big mouth that landed him here. “It’s gonna cost you, you know. Five dollars.”
Buck pouts. “I don’t get a boyfriend deal?”
“You’re right. Ten dollars.”
Buck barks out a laugh, but pulls out a ten-dollar bill anyway. “Deal,” he says, tucks it into the box that only yesterday he and Christopher had spent an hour decorating at the kitchen table as Eddie fried gorditas at the stove. He leans forward, bracing his weight on the table with both hands. “So?”
“Well, let me give you your money’s worth,” Eddie recites dutifully, and it’s worth it for the way Buck laughs when he closes the distance, tasting his smile. Kissing Buck is familiar; grounding in a way, amidst the probably hundreds of strangers he’s kissed today. Buck tastes of the candy corn he’s definitely been sneaking behind Hen’s back, of the protein shake he and Eddie had shared on the car ride in; Eddie counts six seconds, but keeps a hand around the lovely curve of Buck’s face, where he can fit his thumb against the pulse in his neck. Buck bites a little at his lower lip; Eddie is on second twelve of fuck it and opens his mouth enough that he can lick his way in, chase out the bubbling laughter.
Behind them, someone wolf whistles.
Abruptly, he pulls away. Buck is still leaning forward, looking kinda dopey, mouth curved in that indulgent little smile of his whenever Eddie fucks up flipping pancakes or holds his hand in public. “Wow,” he says.
Eddie wipes his mouth. “Come again.”
“Oh, I will,” Buck says, who is predictable as the day is long. “Best ten dollars I’ve ever spent.”
He’s such a piece of shit. There’s no one Eddie wants to escape to the mountains to more. “Go help Bobby with his burgers, slacker.”
“And after I’ve made such a generous donation.” Buck leans away, and Eddie catches a glimpse of the people in line behind him, all gaping. Half of them have their phones out. Eddie altruistically lets this be tomorrow-Eddie’s problem. “How much have you raised?”
“With this?” Eddie flaps the latest ten-dollar addition. “I think this makes it eight hundred dollars.”
Buck grins. “Well, how about that, hey.”
“How about that.” Buck still doesn’t move away. Eddie sighs, but it’s mostly (read: all) for show. “What, Buck?”
Quick as whip, before Eddie can blink, Buck leans back in again over the table and pecks him, soft and slow. “Love you,” he says, and then darts off, leaving Eddie blinking after him.
The next person in line looks impressed. “Damn,” they say. “If I pay you ten dollars will you kiss me like that?”
“Sorry, boyfriend toll,” he says, and they good-naturedly snap their fingers. “But hey, nice to meet you. What’s your name?”
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Hi there! Hope that you're doing well ^-^ I know I'm kinda late, but I just catched up with the new update and I ABSOLUTELY LOVE every bit of it!! So many new secrets! (not sure if I found all of them, so I'll be replaying more) and I adore all the crush moments with all of F6E and the confession scenes with Rosie and Wayne, they're so adorable!
Also also I love that you add options for us to decide what to call Tita Julie and Tito Robert, and even use nicknames for MC's best friends. And I'm not sure if this is a new feature or if I missed it before, but I had a lot of fun editing/adding notes to the diary! I like having headcanons about my MCs and it's nice that I can type them into the diary and make them feel more canon.
Here's one from my MC, Auri (star twin)
And here's another from her twin sister, Elise (heart twin)
Ok, uh. I just realized I typed a wall of text without even getting to the ask yet. I'm so sorry for the long ramble 🙇
For the ask: how would Rosie and Lily react about the nicknames my MCs made for them? Would Lily know about the meaning? And since Rosie would know about hers, would she have a hint about MC's crush? And I haven't made up similar nicknames for Wayne, JM, and B (it's harder to work with their names), but how would they react in the same situation?
Ahhh I'm so glad you liked all the crush scenes! They were very fun to write. 😊 There's actually two possible confession scenes for Wayne (one at The NeStore and the cheek kiss), and three possible for Roselyna (the cheek kiss, her BFF scene, and after the bus scene).
You can also check all the secrets in this guide, but I'll be adding a bunch more in the next update!
And yup, the diary postscripts are a new feature! 😄 This is exactly the kind of thing I hoped people would do, so thanks for sharing them!
As for how F6E would react...
I actually have this idea that Lily had a whole researching session at one point about lilies for that exact reason, so her winning that debate would be accurate, hehe. She probably knows what calla meant, but she wouldn't really think twice about the meaning cuz they're just flowers (unless MC starts acting really weird), and crushes are probably the last thing on her mind anyway.
Ohh I love Reyna as a nickname! Rosie is pretty much a nickname collector, and I almost wanna include it in the preset options since I also like the idea of nicknames out of a nickname.
She'd absolutely like it especially because she wants to be a princess, but the nickname itself won't make her think that MC has a crush. As romantic as she is, she isn't really expecting anyone to have a crush on her.
Wayne's fairly good at sensing if someone has a crush on him, but if MC gives him a special nickname, he'll take it as a challenge and return the favor by also giving MC a cute nickname, if he doesn't have one prepared already. (I think a flower/bird-related nickname combo between Wayne and MC would be really cute, hehe.)
If you have enough chemistry points with Wayne in Chapter 2 and ask him to sing with you, you'll learn that he's actually preparing a special song for MC's birthday. 😄
There's a very low chance that JM would realize the crush if the nickname was very subtle. If someone does point it out to him, he'll just try to brush it off and think that MC is just teasing him. That's totally going to be on his mind all night and all week, and he'll try to distract himself with work/studying until he gives in and confront MC if they really mean the nickname (half-hoping that they don't because he thinks they shouldn't be thinking about that yet). He'd admit that it's very sweet though.
Well, B already has seven possible nicknames for MC (it depends on your traits, but the default is "Weirdo"), so it's likely that B will keep teasing MC lightheartedly with that nickname if it does come to that point in their relationship (unless MC hates it of course).
As for B's actual reaction to MC giving them a nickname, they'll just say "No", turn around with an eyeroll, and leave. It'll be on their mind all day and try to be obnoxious to MC and avoid them as much as possible because that obviously isn't happening.
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Anyway, I have to say that I'm surprised how well you managed to write the diary entry like how I write MC's thoughts. 😅 I'm actually thinking of adding a separate nickname/term of endearment for the crush options later, so that should be fun.
Again, thanks for sharing this with me. I really appreciate it! 😊
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Here’s a little update! I’m sorry for the lack of content, i was very I’ll two weeks ago and then my co-worker and I we moved our tattoo shop in a new place… the exact moment my car decided to die on me lmao. Thankfully it’s all good now! You may except new art this weekend hehe…
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ahhh angel, you’ve been missed!! i’m glad to see somewhat of an update from you! also, did i read that right, you’ve been dragged into kpop? because honestly same, well almost.
i was in love with kpop a few years ago, but fell out of it because the groups i was into either disbanded, or some members left which changed the group dynamic entirely. though recently i came across txt, took one look at choi yeonjun’s face, and now he’s all my mind can think about. but it’s been quite fun reverting back to my kpop days tbh, it gives me a boost of serotonin that i can’t get anywhere else. not even through anime + manga.
sorry about that ramble!! just know that diving into kpop is such a trip!! and if you ever feel like too much of a newbie i’d be glad to help you navigate through it. anyways, are there any groups you’re currently into in particular? because i’d love to hear about them!
also maybe it’s just me, but my interest in animanga has slightly waned now that i got back into kpop. i’m in my mid-20s and accepting the fact that i just can’t pour energy into multiple interests simultaneously anymore,,,,
also, if there’s ever a day you want to bond over yuuta and lewd him again, i’ll be here for that too!! hoping you’re well overall and feeling good! sending you love ♡ - 🌿
AHHHH HELLO HELLO MY LOOOVE!! blushing at u in my inbox honestly hehehe but yes!! I used to be a kpop fan when I was like 10-13ish? so 2nd gen will forever have a special place in my heart, but I’m literally the exact same! I think falling back down the kpop rabbit hole is a whole diff experience because there’s just so much content, esp as someone who’s kinda coming into it later so i have so many interviews and variety shows and comebacks to catch up on? vs. waiting on a new chap every week and that being the only canon content available, if that makes any sense hehe
please don’t ever apologize for rambling!! thats all i do on here HAHAHA I think the group that got me sorta back into it that @undermattsun shoved down my throat is sf9, but im also ballsdeep in ateez and txt as well omgajhaiajaoa like. !!!! BUT ALSO I TOTALLY FEEL YOU ABOUT THE ANIMANGA/KPOP THING! for me personally i doubt ill ever drop animanga just bcos ive kinda always been a casual consumer (fandom aside LAOQQOQKLA) but like i deffo agree with how my interest and focus just kinda ping pongs between the two (‖ⁱ꒪♖꒪)
SENDING YOU ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD AHHHHH THANK U FOR SCREAMING ABOUT IT WITH MEEEE I HOPE U ARE DOING AMAZING <333
#urusai! baka#baka 🌿#tw: kpop#im just gonna. preemptively tag that LAOAOAKOAOA#its been wo long i acc forgot how to tumblr but im#once again hiding in the tags to say#i am most definitely 100000% also a yeonjun stan#i think i was seeing a lot of kpop on my fyp and tl before i rly got back into it#and i saw a lot of skz and txt and nct and i love skz too but im not as invested?#and when i saw txt i fuckin SCREAMED AT YEONJUN i think it was those vids where he did those stupid mf tiktok dances and i wanted to dieEEE#i was banging my fists and everything#well acc no i saw an edit of beomgyu first and asked mt friend about it and i watched like one (1) interview and decided hes literally baby#maybe bcos hes so young as well? i draw my line at 00 and any idols born 00-02 are.. like to me theyre just babies HAHA#hes like a lil squishmellow to me ya know!! just keep him in my pocket hes so precious omdaokao but YEONJUN. is. i am nodding my head. i am#holding ur hand. we are screaming at yeonjun together#my 4th gen ult is deffo wooyoung from ateez (and maybe …….. my ult overall is wooyoung but i say that tentatively)#but after this last comeback and w every fancall i see of him he just sprints up my ranks and im trying not to fall too deep but SCREAMS#ANYWAYS ANUWAYS ANYWAYS IM SO HAPPY TO SEE U IN THE INBOX AAHHHHHHH RUNNING LAPS#KISSING U ON THE FOREHEAD <3333#THANK U FOR BEING HERE AND THANK U FOR SCREAMING WITH ME AND U KNOW I AM HERE FOR WHATEVER BRAINDUMP U UAVE#MY INBOX IS FOR UR BRAINVOMS!! KISS KISS
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YOUR NEW UPDATE IM SCREAMING I EVEN WENT TO YOUR ASKS INSTEAD BUT ??? CAN WE HAVE MORE MARS CHAPTERS BC I NEVER KNEW I WANTED POV FROM THE ANIMALS BUT THE TEA OF MARS BEING SMARTER THAN BOTH ATEEZ AS A WHOLE AND MAJORITY OF NCT PLS AKHAAKB
plus jisung, jeno, and jaemin panic searching/buying a shiba inu to replace mars and jaemin not being close to him but knowing the exact habit mars has BUT ALSO jaemin rlly out here saying jeno is the closest one of the three of them to mars when he said that ;;;
this chapter tho is making me think which of the nct and anima members know mars has been going back and forth without y/n knowing but not worrying bc they know mars is just going to the ateez/nct dorm like mars could straight up have a whole adventures of mars miniseries atp HAHAHHA
BESIDES THOSE THO:
1) SOFT BESTIE YANGYANG LIKE IM NOT SURE ANYMORE WHAT TIMELINE WERE AT WITH YANGYANG IF HE'S GOT PINK HAIR BUT I IMAGINED THAT SO SOFT /PINK HAIR/ BESTIE YANGYANG IT IS
2) WOOYOUNG IMMEDIATELY TEXTING YEONJUN WHEN JONGHO SAID THAT PLS;; the intuition BUT ALSO TASTE GO YEONJUN (you're my exception in the face of seonghwa im sorry hwa , jun is just too strong) PLUS yeonjun wanting to collab for a while pls imagine how good the song would be lord !!!
3) i forgot stalker make-up artist sasaeng buT HE CAN CHOKE (threat) BUT DEF I FEEL LIKE WOOYOUNG AND for some reason YANGYANG (idk who else would) would either come to collect the collection he has and either keep it bc y/n simp and bestie squad but would also auction and sell it off on twt in their stan accs to get that cha ching 💰💰
AHAHAHAHAHA YEAH THIS CHAPTER WAS A GOOD ONE HEHE BUT YES I'm planning on doing some Mars chapters for fun, maybe I can like alliteration it like the "Marvelous Misadventures of Mars" or something and it's just him having fun and occasionally the other pets can show up too. Debating on adding dialogue and playing it off as everyone else hearing barks and meows lol lol
Also yuh they're really stressing out AHAHAHA but Jaemin seemingly not caring at first and then him being the one to search up Shibas available for sale/adoption he cares he just pretends not to, totally the guy to be like "I don't want a pet" but when the pet shows up anyway he's attached at the hip to it HAHA Jaemin's shoes may or may not be the ones usually victim to Mars, there's a reason why Yangyang keeps his sneakers above his closet HAHA
But I gotchu, all eight members of ATEEZ and ANiMA+NCThree know that Mars escapes to the NCT Dorms, (Y/N) doesn't know that Mars escapes the NCT dorms periodically to explore (she thinks its inescapable, but it is, indeed, escapeable through other means).
1) YES this is during February so we're talking faded mint/silver haired Yangyang but we love a bestie
2) *cue tiktok sound* HE KNOWS Wooyoung's going to be pretty pivotal these next chapters, he just doesn't know it yet, but YAAS YEONJUN A KING RECOGNIZING A QUEEN I imagine that the song will have a heavy dance beat to it
3) He is a very forgetable person considering he's our new antagoist muahaha but oh yeah, those two would 100% capitalize off of his maniac collection HAHAHAHA it's what any best friend would do, and if they don't then (Y/N) will lmao
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IT'S THE ONE AND ONLY OG ANONYMOUS ANON CHOU WASSUP!!
I'm glad you're well! i promise I'll be more online from now on, i even have like 2 pieces almost ready to be posted 🤭 i missed you too bro 💔💔
the only problem is my motivation and shit? like I'm always so determined to do something but that only lasts for max 2 weeks and then it's GONE💀💀 i lost motivation to post so fast ong
but now it's back👹 ALSO CONGRATS ON 800 FOLLOWERS!! 💗💗 gidle would say you're a queencard (and u are)
anyway now back to "chou's awesome life updates and what not", 1) i got accepted into a school that trains me to become a social assistant so daycare chou is in the making!! and 2) i have like 2 weeks vacation rn (one is already used up i might cry)
ALSO I GOT A NEW KITTEN!! AND HE HAS A SMILEY PATTERN ON HIS FUR ON HIS BACK AND HE'S SOOOO CUTE!!!!!! my mom called him happy because it's "easier and smoother to say than smiley" (she's too lazy to move her mouth too much, such an icon)
theres only 1 issue with that- i have a female dog (coco) and they get along well! but she's kinda starting to get into her mom feels?? like happy is trying to drink milk from her (well he's nibbling at her titties to be exact) and now cocos protection instinct is kicking in💀💀 we also have another cat (boo, he's grown tho) and whenever boo and happy want to play coco chimes in and tries to protect happy from boo. so now me n mom need to get her out of that mindset🥴🥴🥴
ANYWAY HERE'S PICTURES OF THEM
cocos picture is idk 3 years old but WHATEVERRRRRRR
btw have you already checked if your predictions for zb1's comeback were correct? i'm curious ngl
:0 aaaaah i cant wait to see what youre going to post!!!
BRO IM EXACTLY THE SAME LIKE???? i remember when i started this blog i was writing so much but now idk i still like it but im in period where i kinda dont want write......... not that i dont want actually, i just open the draft, write 3 sentences and gtfo
but im so glad u got the motivation back!!!! AND THANK YOU HEHE UR A QUEENCARD TOO 🫦
and cONGRATULATIONS FOR THE SCHOOL!! when do u start? enjoy ur vacation bestie 🙏🏼
sTOOOOP NAMING THE KITTEN HAPPY IS JUST SO CUTE + THE FACT HE HAS A LITTLE SMILE SHAPE IS EVEN MORE
what kind of situation is this why did ur dog adopt happy 😧😧😧😧 COCO U R A DOG!!! DOGS CANNOT MOTHER CATS!!!!! but yk i have something similar with this. i have a dog and two cats. the first cat is the mother of the second but yk once the kitten is weaned the mom and the baby no longer recognize each other this way...... so it happens that they fight. however the youngest cat became bestie with my dog like they nap together and the cat follow us when i walk my dog outside. so when the cat fights with her mom the dog just straight up jumps in 💀💀💀
but you'll see!! eventually when happy will grow older it might change
(crying at the pics cuz they're so cute)
i had to go back to find the predictions omg i totally forgot abt them. basically :
zb1 will not get a first win with their debut : it's been only week so we cannot really tell if this one was right or not. however i still think they won't get that first win with in bloom, considering the competition they're facing......
haobin will have the most line and gyuvin, yujin, and matthew the less : was right for everyone but matthew!! gunwook and jiwoong have fewer lines than him.
they will get +10m views on the first day : no they werent even close 🙏🏼 kinda surprised abt this considering kep1 had a lot on the first day and zb1 seemed to have a more anticipated debut
wbu? did you listen to the album now? what do u think abt it?
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Out of touch
Zhongli is a supportive dad, just... A little out of touch.
Xiao tries to explain to his adoptive father that no, he's not a heartbreaker. And actually, he doesn't know how did he end up with two boyfriends either.
Contents: Modern au; polyamory; Zhongli is trying his best; Xiao is bad at feelings; His boyfriends are being supportive and cute as always; kissing
https://archiveofourown.org/works/35602936/chapters/88759576
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Zhongli hasn't been able to see his son for a while now.
You see, Xiao had moved out from him as soon as he started college. Which was understandable. Every bird has to leave its nest someday, to find its own and learn to fend for itself.
Still, Zhongli really did miss his adoptive son.
So when an old friend of his informed him that she saw Xiao working in a nearby Cafe, he thought that It wouldn't hurt to play him a surprise visit.
"Thank you for driving me here so early, Childe." The man said, stepping out of the certain redhead's car. "Hopefully they won't be too many guests at this hour, so I can engage him in small talk while he works"
"It's my pleasure, Mr. Zhongli" the redhead gave him a charming smile, before catching something interesting with the corner of his eye. "Ah, but he seems... Quite engaged in talking to someone else already."
With his eyesight not as good as it used to be, Zhongli had to say goodbye to his friend and approach the coffee shop in order to see what he was talking about.
Xiao - his quiet, antisocial son, was deeply engaged in a conversation. He was completely focused on the young, blonde customer before him. And so, he wasn't aware of the fact that he was being watched, as he leaned in towards the other boy, to give him a quick, sweet peck on the lips before going back to work.
Oh.
"He... He didn't tell me that he had a boyfriend"
Not that Zhongli minded of course. The expression on the blonde's face was definitely loving as he and Xiao parted ways. It's just that... Zhongli would prefer if his son kept him updated about on kind of stuff.
... No, he shouldn't worry about that.
Reassuring himself that everything's alright, Zhongli decided to enter The coffee shop.
***
Xiao's boyfriend (Aether, as Zhongli, has learned from their little conversation) left the cafe sometime later, claiming that he had an important meeting with his sister. Thanks to that, Zhongli had some time to chat with his adoptive son during his work. However, none ever brought up the subject of Xiao's new partner.
Zhongli stayed up until the end of Xiao's shift. It's not like he had anything better to do.
When his son mentioned that he has a ride home, he was expecting a familiar face. Aether's face, to be exact.
Well, he wasn't totally wrong.
"Hi Xiaooo~" a cheerful voice called, as a familiar, green-eyed young man wrapped his arms around Xiao's neck.
And although clearly embarrassed by their audience, the other man actually leaned in for a kiss.
And thus, Zhongli's entire world shattered into million pieces.
Was his son...
.
.
.
... A player?
"Xiao" Zhongli stood up from his coffee table, his voice stern, and eyebrows furrowed. "Come with me for a moment."
"Ahh, Zhongli, long time no see... Hehe..." Venti visibly regretted his public display of affection, as a drop of sweat rolled down his face when the other two made their way to the exit.
"... Do you have a problem with me dating Venti?" Xiao asked, surprisingly confident as he confirmed their relationship status. "I know that you don't like him, but I'm not about to-"
"I might not understand your choice, Xiao, but as your father, I can't let you play with everyone's heart. Even his." Zhongli exclaimed, his voice calm, yet stern. It almost felt like the last minutes of silence before an earthquake.
"... What?"
"I saw you kissing that boy named Aether before I entered the cafe. I don't mind you dating anyone as long as they're not a dangerous individual, but this..."
"Dad-"
"I did not raise you to play with others' hearts like that. So as your father I demand you to come clean to them and-"
"Father!" Xiao raised his voice to get the other man's attention. However, as soon as he achieved that, he turned quiet again, a tint of red spreading across his cheeks. "They already know, and they're close with each other too. We agreed for it to be like that."
Zhongli's stern expression softened slightly.
"So... You are in a polyamorous relationship?"
Xiao nodded.
"Yes, a closed one. Only me, Aether, and Venti." He explained, looking away in a sudden feeling of shyness. "I didn't know how to tell you."
"... And how did that happen, If I may ask?"
"We... All were really confused with our multiple crushes. When Venti confessed to both of us, we decided to talk it out and come up with a solution." Even when his son's gaze was averted, Zhongli could see a sparkle of happiness in his eyes. "I still can't comprehend how lucky I got"
"And Aether?"
"He... Also likes both me and Venti. Actually, Venti has introduced me to him."
"I see...?"
Zhongli closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts. Xiao finally dared to look at him.
"Do you disapprove?"
"No, I don't mind" Zhongli reassured, shaking his head slightly. "It's just that these kinds of relationships were quite a taboo back in my days. You also don't seem like the type..."
"... Well, it's not as uncommon these days, actually." A familiar voice said. To Zhongli's surprise, the young man with golden hair emerged from what he assumed was Venti's car. He placed his palm on Xiao's arm, and Zhongli could see his son's muscles relaxing.
The older man nodded.
"That's probably the case. It just seems like I'm a little... Out of touch."
"Well, if you don't understand something about our relationship, feel free to ask! Everyone needs to broaden their horizons sometimes" said Venti, who just gathered up the courage to join them in front of the cafe. "Now you'll have to tolerate me as one of your two sons in law~"
Zhongli hid his face in his hands, sighing deeply, although a small smile still managed to creep upon his face.
"This is the only bad part, actually."
#genshin impact#venti#xiao#aether#alatus#xiaoven#xiaoaether#aeventi#xiaoventer#xiaoveneather#zhongli
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Hi! I’m quite new to the fandom, so sympathize with me for digging up into something very old, hehe. Regarding the famous WeChat number exchanged-but-never-used from the DDU episode in 2017 to the filming of the Untamed, to me it’s simply impossible. I have been living in Asia for 10 years (Singapore and Bangkok), working with students, mostly Chinese, of the exact same age of DD at that time. Considering the extreme easiness of online communication for this specific demographic 1/2
2/2 (especially in comparison with IRL awkwardness), it’s very implausible that they didn’t talk. Moreover, the physical proximity of the first table readings says tons, as I remember my farewell from my job in Singapore (where I worked for a few years) most of my colleagues were very uncomfortable, or at least stiff, in hugging me or have any form of physical contact. This bring me to think that maybe DD had already GG in mind while singing Nan Hai passionately during produce 101? Your thoughts?
Yeah, Anon, I have had the same thoughts and feelings about this. It doesn't add up.
I should point out that the whole 'adding each other on WeChat' thing is somewhat disputed among BXG, and can lead to some arguments and controversy.
There are BXG - both internationally and in the Chinese fandom - who insist that they've seen an interview with GGDD where they talked about how they'd gone to add each other on WeChat when they started filming The Untamed, but realized they were already linked (from back in 2017 after that DDU episode) and just hadn't made use of the connection.
I am one of those fans. I saw the video with my own two eyes. But there are many who have not, and over the years the video still hasn't resurfaced anywhere, so a lot of BXG think it simply never happened, and doesn't exist. I really wish I'd saved that one down, but that was back before I learned the hard way just how much content disappears in this fandom.
So for that reason, the WeChat theory should definitely be classified as unverified. Because I can't produce the video and no one else has been able to either, there is simply no existing proof. That makes it, at best, one of the mysteries that this fandom is known for.
In any case, because I saw that interview and because I believe that it really happened and because of everything you said above and that I myself believe, I think they were well-connected with each other long before filming started. Very likely dating, but at least good friends with strong chemistry.
Given the chemistry they have, I feel it's highly unlikely that they didn't immediately know where things were heading between them. I talked about this before in a shameless CPN post a while back.
My timeline reflects, for the most part, how I see things having possibly happened. It needs some updating and there are things about it that totally annoy me (for example, the whole Japan trip breakup rumor thing is pure fan fiction and not at all credible in my opinion), but the main framework of my timeline overall still mostly reflects my thoughts.
There are other timelines and interpretations. No one knows for sure and the truth might never be revealed. No one is right or wrong, I've just stated my own opinions on it.
The one thing I feel quite adamant about is that they were definitely a couple during filming. I know a lot of fans have this idea that they didn't get together until afterward but that doesn't track with what I've seen in the BTS, or with my own understanding/experience with men, dating, sexual attraction, etc.
I also feel that their behavior at the booting ceremony almost identically mirrors their behavior on Weibo night. The breaking of the ship and the need to hide their relationship onstage - it's so similar to how they were acting on that first day, it's hard not to 👀.
But like I said, there are a lot of different opinions and perspectives and we don't have to pick one. It can be fun exploring it all from various angles.
As for Nanhai - there's no question in my mind that he was singing for GG that day. He had talked about Nanhai in interviews previous to that as well, and it was well-established that was his favorite love song. When he connected it to GG in the interview they did together it only confirmed it all. He even sang it in the BTS to GG's face, as GG was singing Kepler to him. I mean... it's about GG. End of story.
In my opinion.
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even more single dad!charlie instagram posts
THIS IS A PART OF THE SINGLE DAD!CHARLIE SERIES, YOU CAN FIND THE OTHER PARTS HERE
note i couldnt remember the exact date charlie left hawaii so i just improvised lol
lmk if you guys wanna see any more of these i’m having fun doing them lol
also @happinessinthedarkesttimes hope you enjoy the last couple hehe
posted 1st of december 2020
@charles_gillespie bye hawaii see you later
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@dinahjoynergantz see you soon!
@charles_gillespie we cant wait, m is so excited to see you and bindi
@user1 omg m is seeing bindi!
@user2 her hair looks so dark here
@user3 i think its just the filter
@owenjoyner 4 more hours...
@charles_gillespie not anymore :)
@user4 charlie taking m to oklahoma is so cute help
posted 4th of january 2021
@charles_gillespie and now she can write her own name...
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@user1 screw getting an autograph from charlie i want one from m
@charles_gillespie she’d probably love that
@meghan_gillespie omg i miss baby m
@charles_gillespie same :( she’s too grown up
@user2 did she used to have dark hair?
@charles_gillespie just the lighting and filter
@charles_gillespie she’s learning how to write letters so @taylorkare, @dinahjoynergantz and @themadisonreyes keep an eye on your mailbox
@themadisonreyes omg i cant wait
@taylorkare exciting news!
posted 22nd of may 2021
@mrcheyennejackson best friends @charles_gillespie
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@mrcheyennejackson look at how nice charlie did their hair
@charles_gillespie our girls
@user1 WILLOW AND M ARE BEST FRIENDS!!!
@user2 this is the cutest news ever
@user3 why is charlie so good at hair im jealous
@user4 what is the age difference, their height difference is so much
@mrcheyennejackson the twins are a month older, m is just tiny haha
@charles_gillespie she’s gonna be a shorty
@user5 the crossover i never knew i needed
posted 27th of august 2021
@charles_gillespie ragamuffin and the flowers
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@user1 this is the first time ive seen m with messy hair lol
@charles_gillespie she’s getting over a fever so no cute hairstyles atm
@user2 happy birthday from yesterday!
@user3 did you have a good birthday?
@charles_gillespie a lazy one with a sick baby girl
@user4 oh no hope m feels better soon
@charles_gillespie thank you
posted 13th september 2021
@charles_gillespie well its finally happened, today was m’s first day of kindergarten :( she was so excited to go hang out with willow and ethan that she didn’t even care that she was staying there without me. no tears at all (from her, i was a wreck, sorry @owenjoyner and @mrcheyennejackson) so now i’m gonna spend the day wondering how and when she grew up from a tiny little baby to the little girl that went off to school this morning determined that everyone in her class would know the “right way to spell her name”
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@user1 so she has a tricky name to spell then good to know lol
@meghan_gillespie i might be crying
@owenjoyner so is charlie
@user2 aw she’s all grown up i hope she had fun
@user3 she’s going to school now wtf
@dinahjoynergantz i better get an update on her day
@charles_gillespie the second that she gets home oma
@user4 name reveal?
@charles_gillespie y’all are relentless
@owenjoyner so proud to be able to call her my daughter
@user5 DAUGHTER?
@user6 hold up i think we missed a chapter
@user7 isnt she charlie’s daughter
@user8 she has always called owen papa tho...
@user9 chowen sharing a daughter was not on my 2021 bingo card...
posted 11th november 2021
@charles_gillespie 5 years ago today i became a father... and 5 minutes ago today i became one of those parents who has an instagram for their kid and posts pretending to be them... yeah... times change...
happy birthday @m.i.gillespie i still love you more than words can tell
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@owenjoyner cant wait to run her instagram when you inevitably give in
@themadisonreyes and i cant wait to take over when you two forget
@user1 we have initials now thats progress
@user2 aw happy birthday m
@user3 i think her name is marguerite, its french and starts with m
@user4 i’ve heard its margaux
@user5 or maybe madeline?
@user6 happy birthday @m.i.gillespie
@user7 off to follow her now
@user8 why is no one discussing how cute this photo is tho?!
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“Youngjae and his dad are almost here, but I reeeeeallllyy need to go to the restroom,” you say to Rina, getting out of your seat. “When you see them can you just let them know that I’ll be back?” Rina laughs, nodding her head and gesturing for you to go. You were on your second cup of mango iced tea after all.
“Mommy is Youngjae almost here?” Sian asks. He has been here with his mom for about half an hour already, waiting for his friend to come so they can play. He had just been walking around the shop this whole time.
“Almost, just be a little more patient okay?” Rina answers him. He walks up to his mom, climbing on her lap.
“Let’s call daddy please, while we wait,” he says. At the time, Jungkook was out on a scheduled photoshoot. He was the photographer for a recently engaged couple.
“Okay, but I don’t know if daddy’s busy at this moment so let me text him first.” Rina says, holding the phone in front of Sian since he was on her lap, as she texts his dad.
At the exact time the two were distracted, Youngjae came pushing through the door. A huge smile on his face. Taehyung was just about to go on his break, taking off his apron and hanging it on the wall, then he stepped out from behind the counter.
“UNCLE CUPCAKE!”
Taehyung turned to the voice who called him, seeing Youngjae run with a huge smile on his face towards him. Taehyung couldn’t help but smile, spreading his arms open for Youngjae to come into it. He pulls Youngjae into a big hug, picking him up.
“Hey I missed you--”
“So you’re the famous ‘Uncle Cupcake’ my son’s been talking about.” Youngdo says, smiling at Taehyung. He holds his hand out for him to shake.
“Choi Youngdo, I’m his dad,” he introduces. Looking from Taehyung to Youngdo’s face, they were very different in appearance. While Taehyung had soft features, Youngdo was the opposite. While Taehyung’s smile looked sweet, Youngdo’s was more of a smirk.
“Kim Taehyung,” he reaches out his hand and shakes the man’s hand.
“My best friend,” Youngjae says, hugging Taehyung even tighter. Taehyung smiles, hugging him back. Youngdo’s smile faltered slightly.
“Yn told me to drop him off here, but, I don’t see her,” Youngdo says, looking around. He then takes out his phone from his pocket, calling you.
“Are you looking for Yn?” Rina says suddenly, causing Youngdo to turn towards her. “She’s in the restroom right now.” Sian looks up to see Youngjae and he quickly gets off of his mom’s lap, excitedly running towards Taehyung.
“Hi Youngjae!” He yells up. “Come play with me!” Sian reaches up for him, making Youngjae wiggle out of Taehyung’s arms. Excited to be with his friend once again.
“Well I guess he’s in good hands,” Youngdo says, he checks the time on his watch. “Ah. I have to get going, just let Yn know that I left.” Youngdo says, turning around to leave.
“Youngjae,” Rina calls, “Your dad is leaving.” Youngjae looks up, walking away from Sian and his toys, to give his dad a hug before leaving. You had just gotten out of the restroom at this time, there had been a line, and you were surprised to see your son hugging his dad. They weren’t that close, he was usually quiet around him. So you wondered if he really did have fun during the weekend.
“Wait!” You yell as Youngdo was about to walk out the door. He turns around, smiling when he sees you.
“Where’s his things?” You ask, not seeing any of the stuff Youngjae left with. Youngdo looks at you confused before it clicked in his mind.
“Oh-- yeah, it’s in the car. I’ll get it so you can put it in yours,” He says, walking out of the door.
“I’ll just come with and you can tell me what went on in the weekend, because you suck at updating me,” you say, annoyed. The only text messages you got from him was when they got to his place after he picked him up from your house and when they left this morning to drop him off at the bakery.
You walked with him to where his car was parked and he took out one too many bags that Youngjae left with.
“What’s this?” You say, looking in the bag.
“He wanted to paint, so we bought some and painted together,” he says. “Where did you park?” He says, holding the rest of Youngjae’s things.
“Over there,” you pointed. The two of you began walking to your car and you ask him, “you bought him new things?”
“Don’t I always?” He says. I mean, he did always buy Youngjae toys, but that was only so his son can keep himself occupied while he’s spending the weekend with his dad.
“But you actually used it with him.” Youngdo laughs at your response. You open your trunk, putting his bag in while Youngdo does the same.
“Surprised?”
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a/n: double update hehe i hope some of you know who choi yeongdo is LOL he’s a character from the drama “the heirs” or “the inheritors” we thought he’d be a good fit for the role of youngjae’s dad. this also won’t be the last you’ll see of him
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chapter 4
I’m really excited to see what y’all think of this chapter, it’s the longest one so far… also I apologize in advance, but also sort of not sorry hehe
DONT FORGET TO VOTE AND ENJOY 💛
The plane flight back to Louisiana felt even longer than the one you’d taken a day prior. The frigidness that you’d felt since setting your eyes on Joaquin had followed you onto the plane, aching you to the core even as you watched Joaquin sleep peacefully out of the corner of your eye.
You were already a shell of yourself. Drained empty from all the emotions you’d felt while looking for Joaquin, now you were void of anything. You were cold, inside and out.
Sam seated himself next to you, “Why don’t you get some sleep on the cot? We still have a while to go.”
You shook your head once, not even bothering to look in his direction.
He sighed, his sadness and sympathy for your situation obvious to all. But after another second passed, he moved away, giving you exactly what you wanted.
Somehow you’d fallen asleep in that position. Waking up to find Bucky cautiously shaking you awake. Joaquin was up to, his voice now filled with some of its warmth as him and Sam spoke. You felt his eyes on you, but it felt off. It felt wrong.
The sun was strong and steady as you stepped off the plane, but as your body came into contact with the golden light, no warmth greeted you.
Sam rested his hand on your shoulder, shocking you to attention, “We’re gonna go to Sarah’s. Why don’t you join us for a bit?”
You didn’t even bother to hide the way your eyes automatically looked at Joaquin. You knew why, you wanted him to ask you to join them, but why would he-
Once again you felt the pain in your body from Joaquin’s words and automatically stepped away from Sam, even if it was meant for Joaquin, “No.”
Your hand curled around your duffel bag as you walked away, using the last of your strength to get yourself to the car that would take you away from all of this.
You closed the door with a slam, “Airport.”
——
Joaquin’s dreams scared him. They weren’t of the last week, or the torture, but of someone. He didn’t recognize them, couldn’t remember a single thing, but yet as he dreamed, he seemed to be searching, searching for a piece of himself that was missing. And yet when he opened his eyes to the simultaneous tranquility and chaos of the base in Louisiana, he continued to feel that pull. His mind was trying to remember something, and as he watched you watch him with an emptiness, he couldn’t help but wonder if it was you.
His brain clearly remembered everything else about the world around him. He recognized Sam and Bucky, recognized that he’d be staying with Sarah and her kids while he healed.
But you, you only brought blanks.
Sam’s voice brought him back to his surroundings, “Buck and I are both gonna be staying at first, but once we figure it out then it’ll just be you and me.”
He met Joaquin’s eyes in the car mirror, satisfied to get a nod out of the young man. As of now, the only thing that could help him was time, and Sam couldn’t help but hope that that’s what you would need too.
——
You stood just past the doorway of your apartment. The pressure of the door against your back, the coldness of the wood against your hands grounding you as you stared at the place.
This wasn’t home.
You sobbed as the thought settled in your mind. Your home now resided with a man who no longer knew who you were.
You sat down on the floor, resting your head against the door, as everything flowed out of you.
Time seemed foreign to you. The only reminder of its existence being the soft tick of the clock Joaquin had bought filling the whole apartment.
Even as the sun rose to a new day, you were only accompanied by your flowing emotions and the tick of the clock.
——
Each day he felt his strength return. Slowly looking like the man he remembered being when he left on that mission. And yet there was always something nagging at him.
He knew he wasn’t imagining it- the way Sam and Sarah would look at one another when your name was brought up only to stare at Joaquin intensely, the way Sam’s calls with Bucky would eventually lead to him leaving Joaquin’s presence or even how Sam would step away when your name popped up on his phone.
But still, he couldn’t understand it.
Why were they so focused on you? Who were you to him?
As the sun glinted in his face, waking him up, a memory seemed to flash in his brain. A comforting presence sleeping next to him in a different bed. He blinked.
He was alone.
——
You stared at your belongings all packed up in the car, and you realized that for the first time since losing Joaquin you felt proud.
Bucky stepped up next to you out of the corner of your eye, “Are you sure about this?”
You turned to him, looking him in the eye, “I’m sure.”
The sight of the soft glint in your eyes brought a small smile to his face. You weren’t completely healed, not yet, but you were getting better.
He jokingly made a stern face, “You better keep me updated.”
You chuckled, “Don’t worry…. Dad.”
Both of you laughed, even if it was a soft one. Bucky watched as you drove away with the setting sun.
——
“Why do you do that?” Joaquin’s voice was stern as he stared at Sam and Sarah. Once again your name had come up, and once again they had shared that look, a look he had yet to decipher. But as time continued to pass, the more annoyed he was at not understanding.
Sam sighed, “Are you sure you want to talk about this now?”
“Yes.”
Nodding his head, Sam reached over to a small scrapbook that had been created for this exact moment.
It took Joaquin a moment to recognize the face on all the pictures. They were you.
“Do you recognize them?” Sam started slowly, watching Joaquin as he flipped through the pictures.
“They were there when you all found me,” his hand hovered over one particular photo of you and the apartment. He knew that was his apartment, but why were you there?
“You don’t remember them before that?”
Joaquin shook his head, “Who are they? To me?”
“From what I understood,” Sam spoke slowly, “you two were in love.”
“And the apartment?” His eyes remained fixed on that picture of you. So disheveled and barely awake, yet to him you were the most beautiful person in the world.
“You were roommates,” Sam continued to watch as Joaquin’s fingers traced a closer up picture of your face.
For once, Sam swore he saw a sadness emanate from Joaquin as he spoke, “Nothing more?”
Sam shook his head solemnly, “I’m not entirely sure. Something was off between the two of you the day of the mission and-“ he stopped himself from revealing what you’d told him when you’d gotten the news.
“And?” Joaquin wanted answers.
“It’s not my place to say.”
——
You sat in the diner staring at the map in front of you. Originally this was supposed to be a trip that you and Joaco were going to take when you both had enough time off but now- you needed this.
Your phone vibrated next to you, “Hello James.”
“Just wanted to check in,” he spoke softly, “I’m heading down to visit him.”
“I know,” your voice softened in return, “I’ll be heading out in a bit anyway, just reached Highway 50.”
A comforting silence grew on the line. And then, “Keep me updated.”
His words reminded you of a parents, making you chuckle softly, “Of course.”
“And-“ “- send pictures,” you laughed as you repeated the words in time with Bucky, “I know, I know. Are you ever gonna tell me the reason for them anyway?”
Bucky paused and then shook his head. He couldn’t tell you, not when you weren’t there with him, “Maybe.”
Even without being with you, he knew you were rolling your eyes at him. But he wouldn’t say anything, not now.
You hung up the call. And as he stared down at your contact info he wondered how you would take the news…. No matter how many pictures and stories they recounted of you, Joaquin couldn’t remember.
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VOTING OPTIONS:
#1: Reader and Joaquin continue on these separate paths
#2: Reader and Joaquin reunite
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#remmys bounty#remmys writings#remmys birthday celebration#remmys choose your own adventure fic#joaquin torres x you#joaquin torres imagine#joaquin torres x gn!reader#joaquin torres x reader#joaquin torres
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Winter Storms and Hot Chocolate
Whew, I'm finally getting another one-shot posted hehe. And it's about Adrienette too!! I love these two dorks soo muchhh <3. I hope you guys like them too :). Lemme know what you think! A sleepy, cuddly Marinette is my fave hehe
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Marinette stood at the door of the bakery, glaring at the snow that was quickly transforming into a fierce blizzard. Turning her phone on, she checked the weather, groaning to herself when she saw that a freak snowstorm was set to happen today.
Marinette bid her parents goodbye with a quick glance over her shoulder before ducking out of the shop. She shivered as soon as she got one foot out the door, the vicious cold already making her wish she was back at home in the warm, comfortable bakery. With a small whimper, she continued down her path, determined to make it to her favorite fabric store.
The terrible weather had affected her much more since becoming Ladybug and even waking up this morning took her years. Marinette had barely registered the sound of the blaring alarm and needed Tikki to shout at her in order to wake up. Practically stumbling out of her bed, she bundled up into thick fleece, itchy wool, and layers of cotton. Even still, it did little to help the drowsiness coursing through her bones.
Just one second. Let me close my eyes for just a second. I’m only going straight for the next few metres. It’s okay, Marinette thought to herself as the time between her blinks grew longer and longer. She barely realized it when she was walking down the street with her eyes closed. Suddenly, her eyes flew back open when she crashed directly into someone’s chest, the both of them letting out a startled groan. The only reason the two of them were standing upright and hadn’t fallen into a heap on the ground was because of the warm—and welcomingly familiar—grip the person had on her shoulders.
“Marinette?” asked a smooth and recognizable voice. “Are you alright?”
She looked up in surprise, seeing blonde hair and brilliant, green eyes. Her brain worked furiously for a moment, her forehead scrunching as she tried to focus on the boy in front of her. “A-Adrien?” Marinette asked after a few moments of thinking.
“Yeah,” his head tilted curiously. “You look exhausted. Are you trying to get home?”
“No,” she shook her head. “I just left actually. I’m trying to get to the fabric store to get some new stuff for your guys’ Christmas presents.”
Adrien’s brow furrowed as he looked down at her. Eventually, he sighed lightly, throwing an arm around her shoulder as he began leading the two of them somewhere. “Come on, let’s go and get you warmed up first,” he said with a worried smile. “You shouldn’t be stumbling around in the cold like this.”
“Mmm, has anyone ever told you how warm you are?” Marinette murmured blearily, snuggling further into his grasp. The delicious aroma of cinnamon and lavender wafted around her and she squeezed him tighter.
Buried in his chest as she was, she missed the soft look Adrien gave her. She did hear his deep chuckle, though. “Oh yeah?” he asked. “But no, I don’t think anyone’s ever told me that before.”
“They should. You make a really nice pillow,” she smiled happily, barely aware that she was speaking. Adrien gave another hearty laugh but didn’t respond.
The two walked in silence for a few more moments, Marinette’s eyes closing fully as she let her crush guide her along, relaxing into his hold. It wasn’t until she heard the sound of a tinkling bell that her eyes were able to open again. She was surprised and greeted by the warm atmosphere of a café. A small smile spread across her face as she took in the welcoming aroma of delicious coffee and hot chocolate. She felt Adrien gesture her forward.
“After you,” he smiled.
Walking into the cozy building, the designer finally felt a little bit more awake. Stopping suddenly inside the entrance, she snuck a peek back behind her. The model was still standing there, smiling gently at her. Her gaze snapped back forward again, her cheeks flushing a bright red.
Oh my god, so this isn’t a dream, then? I actually bumped into Adrien and told him he made a good pillow?! No, no, this can’t be happening!!
Pulling on her pigtails once, Marinette quickly took a seat by the window, gnawing on her lip as she stared out into the snowy world that taunted her. Gulping quietly, she peeked up at Adrien from beneath her lashes as he slid into the seat across from her. He peered back at her, a look of concern on his face. “Are you alright, Marinette?” he asked. "You looked really tired today. Are you sick?”
“Y-yeah, I’m fine. Just sleepy. Winter is really not my season.” She gave him what she hoped was a wide, reassuring smile.
“Is that why you keep falling asleep in class then?” he teased her, his green eyes shimmering playfully.
Marinette’s cheeks darkened and she ducked her head shyly. “Maybe,” she giggled nervously before tapping her index fingers together.
“Hey, it’s alright,” Adrien grinned softly back at her. “I actually know someone else who doesn’t do too well in the cold.”
“Y-you do?” she tilted her head as she looked at him curiously.
“Yeah,” his gaze drifted away from her and out the window as he nodded his head slowly. “One of my best friends absolutely hates the snow.”
“Nino hates the snow, really?” Marinette blinked at him a few times. “I had no idea.”
Adrien chuckled at her, shaking his head, “No, no, not Nino. Nino actually loves the snow. He says it helps his creative process.”
“Yuck, really?” she asked, scrunching her nose at the thought. “I barely get anything done during wintertime. I’m too sluggish.”
“My friend says the same thing!” he exclaimed, eyes brightening as he looked back at her. “She moves so slowly and says that you’re meant to stay at home, buried deep under the covers whenever it starts snowing.”
“Your friend is smart,” Marinette giggled. “I’ve said that exact same thing before.”
Her thoughts drifted back to her partner. Chat Noir was there during the cold, windy nights where she had to brave the winter weather for patrol. He was always equipped with two cups of hot chocolate and a blanket that they shared to warm up before heading off to watch the city.
With a quiet, happy sigh, Marinette was suddenly hit by a large craving for the hot chocolate Chat always brought for her. So, when their waiter finally arrived, she chirped out her order cheerfully, “One hot chocolate please.”
She was somewhat surprised, however, when Adrien ordered the same thing as her. “I’ll take a hot chocolate too,” he said. “Ooh, and with extra marshmallows, please!”
Marinette’s lips twitched into a small smile. That was similar to her partner too. He always had a large pile of the delicious dessert in his drink. Raising a curious eyebrow at him, she spoke up, “You like marshmallows then?”
“Oh definitely,” Adrien grinned back at her. “They’re delicious! And hot chocolate with marshmallows is the best drink during winter!”
She giggled quietly at him, “Hot chocolate is my favorite too! It completely warms you up when it’s cold! Especially when it’s snowing like today!”
Adrien opened his mouth to speak but was stopped as their drinks reached the table. Marinette smiled thankfully at their waiter before sipping on the delicious beverage. Any last remaining chill that she had been feeling immediately evaporated upon a sip of the hot chocolate. She hummed, taking another large gulp before grinning up at the boy across from her, “Are your marshmallows good?”
“They’re perfect!” he grinned back at her.
There the two sat in the small, warm café, chatting about the latest schoolwork and updates to their favorite game. They both sipped gradually on their drinks, almost as if neither of them wanted to leave. Marinette even congratulated herself over how well she was handling the conversation with her long-time crush. Eventually, though, her gaze was drawn over to her phone where she gasped at the time. She needed to get back soon! She still had homework due later today!
“I’m so sorry, Adrien,” she said as she scrambled for her purse in a panic. “I lost track of time! I need to get home and I still don’t have any of the material I need! I’ve gotta go!”
“It’s okay, I’ll walk you,” he waved their waiter back over who he handed a few Euros over to.
“Oh no, no! It’s okay! I can pay for my half at least,” Marinette frowned over at him.
Adrien merely gave her a reassuring smile, shaking his head, “No, it’s fine. I dragged you in here so the least I can do is pay for your hot chocolate. Consider it an early Christmas gift,” he winked at her.
Turning a bright shade of pink, Marinette gulped quietly, trying to ignore the implications that this was a date. “O-ok,” she stuttered slightly as she stood up. “B-but you don’t have to walk me over. I’ll be fine by myself, really.”
“It’s no problem, Marinette! I don’t have anywhere else to be and I don’t want you passing out in the middle of a street,” he teased her.
Her blush darkened as she mumbled, “Okay.”
After that was decided, they walked to the front entrance, with Marinette taking a big gulp of air before heading out into the cold winter storm. Almost instantly, the warmth that she had gained from the café left her. Yawning quietly, she nuzzled into Adrien’s side, enjoying the heat it granted her. He leaned down to talk to her, causing his warm breath to brush against her ear, “Where are we going, Marinette?”
“Huh?” she blinked up at him slowly before her eyes widened in realization and she looked around. “O-oh, we should take a left here, and then it should be straight ahead.”
“Got it,” he murmured back at her before taking her hand in his. Her blue eyes shot open at that, looking up at him confusedly with a deep, red blush. Adrien merely shrugged at her, winking again. “I don’t want you to get lost.”
“R-right,” Marinette gulped, turning away from his glimmering eyes to look at their surroundings. Shivering as another cold snowflake hit her face, she clutched Adrien’s hand like a lifeline, breathing out a quiet sigh of relief when they finally spotted the fabric store. When they entered the building, she let go of his hand to instead point a finger at him. Ignoring the feeling of loss she felt as her hand left his warm grasp, she spoke sharply, “No peeking! I don’t want you guessing what your gift is!”
“I understand, Marinette,” Adrien chuckled, grinning down at her.
Shooting him one last suspicious glance, she turned to look at the rows of fabric in the store. Quickly, she pulled out three different colors for her friends, deciding on orange for Alya, dark green for Nino, and a bright red for Adrien. Marinette headed up to the front counter to pay for the three fabrics with a quiet, frustrated breath.
With them safely tucked into a bag and away from enquiring eyes, she looked around for Adrien. She eventually found him looking at a row of fabric, awe clear in his eyes. Clearing her throat, she stepped toward him. “Are you ready to go Adrien?”
“Yeah,” he snapped out of his daze and brought his gaze over to her before shaking his head with wonder. “I just don’t know how you do it, Marinette. How you turn this into beautiful clothes. You’re amazing.”
“O-oh thank you,” Marinette blushed for what felt like the hundredth time that day. “I-it’s just years of practice, I guess. I was pretty bad when I started out.”
“I find that hard to believe,” Adrien said as he came over to take her hand once again. Together they walked to the front of the store. “Are we heading to the bakery now, or did you have another errand to run?”
She shook her head quickly. “N-no, I’m going home now. B-but, Adrien, you don’t have to walk me there. You’ve done a lot for me already. Seriously, thank you! I don’t want to take up the rest of your night.”
“I already told you that it’s fine, Marinette. I want to make sure you get home safely. Besides, I could really go for a croissant right now,” he beamed down at her before pushing the door open. Groaning as the wind blew against her face, Marinette instantly turned to Adrien for some form of warmth. Her crush chuckled softly before murmuring, “I don’t have anywhere else to be.”
Her heart practically flip-flopped at that, butterflies erupting in her stomach. She glanced up at him to give him a soft smile, mouthing thank you at him. Why does he have to be so cute? It’s just not fair, she practically whined in her thoughts.
With her nestled into his side as she was, Marinette barely noticed when they finally arrived back at the bakery. She only realized she was home after Adrien leaned down to whisper to her, “We’re here.”
“We are?” She peeled an eye open that she didn’t even remember closing. Slowly, they both blinked open as she realized that they were, in fact, at the entrance to the bakery. “Oh, we are!” she exclaimed.
Adrien chuckled at her before wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. “Thanks for hanging out with me today Marinette. I had a great time.”
“N-no!” she stammered as she hugged him back. “Thank you for hanging out with me! I don’t think I would have made it home without you. Seriously, Adrien thank you .” Marinette leaned up on her tip-toes to brush a kiss against his cheek. Her cheeks flamed as she set back down on the ground, giving him a wide smile.
“It was no problem, really.” He rubbed the back of his neck shyly.
“W-well at least come inside so you can warm up and I can make you that croissant you wanted.” Her smile widened into a beam as she held the door open for him.
Adrien stepped inside the bakery as she followed after him, happy butterflies dancing in her chest. I’m so glad this wasn’t a dream and I did actually stumble into Adrien! Best day ever! Maybe ... maybe I can confess to him today ...
Chewing on the edge of her lip nervously, she walked towards the boy conversing happily with her parents. He turned around to greet her when she approached with a large, beaming smile. “Hey, Marinette! Your parents made us some croissants! Do you want to head upstairs and eat them with me?”
As his head tilted at her adorably, she felt her heart thump rapidly in her chest. Sucking in a deep breath for courage, she nodded. “S-sure, Adrien. That would be great!”
“Cool!” he said with a boyish grin, taking her hand in his as he tugged her up the stairs.
Barely stifling a quiet squeak, Marinette let Adrien guide her upstairs, briefly catching a glimpse of her parents’ knowing smiles. He let go of her hand when they entered the living room, sitting on her couch and patting the spot next to him.
Giving Adrien a shy smile, she settled down by him, avoiding his glimmering, emerald green eyes. Her hands tore into her croissant as she tried to summon every last ounce of bravery she had. Come on, Marinette! You can do this! I believe in you , she thought to herself determinedly.
Turning to Adrien with one last deep gulp of air, she blurted out almost in perfect unison with him, “I have something to tell you!”
The two blinked at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter. In between giggles, Marinette wheezed out, “Y-you go first.”
Adrien gave a small but decisive nod before he leaned in closer to her. His eyes seemed to scan their surroundings warily before he looked back at her seriously, a hint of fear and worry dancing in his gaze. Slowly, his hand came up to cover hers, giving it a soft squeeze. Marinette gulped once nervously before he cleared his throat and stuttered out, “I-I know who you are.”
A deep frown creased her brow. “What?”
“I-I didn’t mean to! I swear ! It all happened so quickly! One second I had detransformed and was about to leave when you came barreling in! And I tried to hide, really I did! I hid behind a dumpster and covered my eyes but then your kwami said your name and then I guess I just knew,” Adrien spoke quickly, his eyes searching her gaze hopefully.
Marinette sat frozen on the couch, her mouth wide open in horror. Trembling slightly, she stuttered out, “A-Adrien, I-I don’t understand. W-what are you talking about?! A kwami ... what’s that?”
“It’s okay, Marinette. You can trust me,” he said with a small, anxious smile, “Besides, I know you know what a kwami is because you were once Multimouse.”
“Multimouse,” she frowned at him, “But you weren’t... wait!”
She gasped in shock as Adrien merely nodded his head at her. “At your service, m’Lady.”
“Oh my god, you’re such an idiot!” Marinette shrieked at him, “We’re not supposed to know our secret identities.”
“I know and I’m sorry but I mmph—!” She cut Adrien off with a passionate kiss, relaxing as he melted into their embrace.
Eventually, she pulled back, glancing up at him from beneath her lashes. “That was what I wanted to tell you, by the way.”
“Wha ... huh?!” Adrien blinked down at her dumbly.
Marinette giggled shyly, rolling her eyes, “I wanted to say that I love you, Adrien. Ever since you handed me that umbrella, I’ve been yours.”
A slow, wide smile stretched across his face before he hugged her tightly to his chest. Adrien connected their lips together once more before breathing out, “I love you too, Marinette.”
#miraculous#miraculous ladybug#adrienette#adrinette#ml#mlb#identity reveal#reveal#adrien knows#cuddles#cuddlebug#sleepy marinette is sleepy
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Hi! Can I request headcanons where Atsunu and Oikawa are in love with the same girl and compete for her love? I
New Neighbor? Where Atsumu and Oikawa try to win your love
thanks for the request :) i hope u enjoy!
warnings: slight angst and implied sexual content
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*pretend hinata is you hehe ;)
“(y/n)-chan!! I can’t believe you’re leaving me!!” Oikawa complains as you pack the last few things in your overflowing suitcase.
It was a hot, sunny Saturday afternoon in your home in Miyagi and you found yourself in your room with Oikawa casually laying on your bed.
“Tooru, I’m sorry you know this was not my choice.” You spoke softly, Oikawa sat up and continued his whining
“But still! We’ve been together since we were kids and you’re just gonna abandon me?? After everything we’ve been through!!?” You threw a pillow at the loud mouthed setter.
It was true, when you moved to Miyagi when you were 6 years old, you two hit it off and are still as close as ever today. Your parents had demanding jobs that required them to travel all over Japan leaving you home alone. Your parents were close with Oikawa’s so they trusted to look after you. You were practically raised by them but over time you learned to fend for yourself with a little help from him and his family.
“Quit your screaming! And don’t make it out like we’re dating hmph. You still have Iwa-kun to cling onto. You’ll be alright.” You stood up and clasped his hands with yours. A fire sparked into your eyes as you looked at him.
“Besides, you have to promise me that you’ll go and win nationals. Win the dream with your team!” Oikawa glances at your hands before letting them go and hooking his pinky with your small, dainty ones.
“Mm, you can count on me (y/n)-chan”
You smile brightly and without warning wrap your arms around the brunette’s neck. He pauses before allowing his hands to gather at the small of your back and hugging your waist. As a goodbye, you squeeze him closer and bury your face in the crook of his neck and he digs his face into your shoulder. Your breath hitched in your throat as you swear you felt him press a kiss on your neck, but you didn’t mention it. You two just savored the moment and each others warmth as it was probably going to be the last time you two would be in each others presence for awhile. Probably.
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It has been two months since your family made the move to Hyogo, your parents as expected were not home as usual and at first it was hard for you to adapt without the presence of your parents and your childhood best friend who you texted every single day.
“heyo tooru!”
“(y/n)-chan! i miss you ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ do you miss mee~?”
“yah wish idiot, i’m just checkin up on yah”
“YABBEI!! ୧(๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭ you already have the kansai accent noo!!”
“shut up! i adapt! and fyi i do not talk like this irl”
“okok whateverrr, how’s inarizaki?”
With your high grades and excelling in academics you were able to transfer into Inarizaki high with no problem. You did not have any friends though, you did not really fit in or belong to certain cliques at the school.
“it’s been alright, kinda prestigious though and ppl have egos but nothing i can’t handle. def better than dealing with you hehe~”
“im hurt (y/n)-chan! but that’s good, watch out for their volleyball team they’re pretty strong (ง’-‘︠)ง“
You raised an eyebrow as you realized that your new school did indeed have a volleyball team. You’ve heard about them quite a lot as they are supposedly really good, placing at nationals consecutively. You made a mental note to yourself to look further into it whenever you cared too and you bid Oikawa a quick goodbye text. You remembered an important package was waiting outside so you slipped on some shoes and ran out to get it.
Upon approaching your mailbox, you notice two guys walking towards your direction and you glance up at them. One blonde-haired guy rambling to an uninterested sliver-haired who was practically an exact replica to him. Twins? You thought to yourself as you took a double-take.
Despite their similarities in looks, your attention gravitated towards the blond twin. Just the way his soft looking locks parted to the right over his hooded, dark eyes you could lost in. His overall energy was one that interested you. He felt your lingering gaze on him and made eye contact with you and smirked.
You blushed lightly and hurriedly grabbed your package. You rushed since you were just wearing short shorts and a crop top. Avoiding any interactions with the pair, you walk away and miss the eyes of the blonde twin looking up and down at your body.
Slamming your door shut, back against it you let out a sigh of relief and peek out the window to see the twins walk into the house right next door to you. The blush on your face still burned slightly, your curiosity heightens
“New neighbors? How interesting”
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School has ended, yet you found yourself aimlessly walking the now empty halls of Inarizaki. You wanted to avoid going home, as you did not want to be spending anymore time in an empty household and without your best friend you missed dearly.
Your aimless wandering has led you to the volleyball gym, curiosity killed the cat and you found yourself entering the gym and stepping up at the balcony to watch practice from afar. Your eyes immediately went to the golden yellow haired guy who was apparently also your neighbor.
He sets to his teammate effortlessly and you couldn’t help but watch with amazement of his moves and how he brought out the best in the spiker. His technique was similar to Tooru’s, just a bit different. It was like his own twist. You always watched Tooru play with awe, however this guy’s setting just hit differently within you.
You stared for a bit too long, as said setter looks up the balcony to see your form. The fangirls nearby you screech for his attention, only for him to send you a smirk and you blush profusely and immediately break the eye contact once again.
Eventually, you found yourself coming back to the same gym at the same time everyday for the week. You went because of how much the players practiced and played flawlessly, but secretly because you wanted to watch the blonde setter in action of course. And since you were not enrolled in any clubs you killed time after school on that very balcony.
Blonde twin has noticed you at every practice, every now and then he would nod towards you and/or throw a lopsided smile to you that made your heart jump lightly.
It was the end of practice and you were about to walk out of the empty gym until you felt a hand grab your wrist, pulling you back.
“Wait!”
You gasp slightly upon seeing the blonde setter. A little too close for comfort. A tint of pink dusted your cheeks as you gulped and stared into his eyes.
“Miya Atsumu, who are you?”
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“TOOOORUUU YOU WONT BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED” You jumped into bed and called your childhood best friend with no warning.
“E-eh?? (y/n)-chan are you okay?? Are you finally coming back to mee????”
“NO SILLY! okay hear me out for a moment”
You rambled on and on about your interaction with the setter, a hint of excitement in your tone that goes unnoticed by Oikawa.
“(y/n)-chan, you do know that Miya Atsumu is one of the best setters in Japan right?”
You immediately shut up, mouth open slightly and you noticed Oikawa’s sudden drop in mood.
“A-ah, I did not know that, sorry..” You rubbed your arm out of nervousness as the line went silent for an uncomfortable amount of time.
“You.. you still support me though right (y/n)-chan?”
“Of course Tooru!”
“You promise?”
“Yeah, of course. I believe in you”
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Over the next few weeks, you and Atsumu have been interacting a lot more than others would’ve expected. You two slowly got closer to each other, exchanged numbers, walking in the halls together, eating lunch together, even during passing time he would come visit you in your class. Rumors erupted here and there but you would ignore them, all you cared about was the fact that you were getting close to the handsome setter and you couldn’t help but feel a weird sensation in your chest whenever you were around him.
Being neighbors, you two sometimes catch each other walking by the window and laugh at how both of you were caught off guard. He would even text you about it.
“you looked pretty cute there (n/n)-chan~”
Your heart flutters and you giggle replying back. Then you two would text the whole night away.
One night, you were on the phone with Oikawa as usual updating each other about your lives.
“And then! You won’t believe it (y/n)-chan, Iwa-chan then threw the volleyball! At the back of my head!! How embarrassing uwaaah”
You giggled cutely, “But I do believe it!” Oikawa just grumbles on the other side of the line and you continue to laugh. A text message then pops up from Atsumu, wishing you a goodnight. You subconsciously smile and were reminded that you should probably tell your best friend of the recent closeness.
“Ne Tooru, I have somethings to update you about Atsumu.” It was absolutely silence on the other side, you worried slightly but took it as a sign to continue.
You ranted on about the progression of your friendship with Atsumu, almost in a dreamy tone. You finished and were met with silence which worried you even further.
“Toor-”
“We have a match with Karasuno tomorrow.” You were caught off guard with the sudden subject change.
“E-eh? That’s Kageyama-san’s team right? And you should be sleeping then!”
“Yeah, that guy drives me mad. But we’ll be fine, we will win” Oikawa says. You admired whenever Oikawa was passionate and serious about his dreams.
“Of course, I wish you luck! I’ll watch you guys from home.”
“Thank you~ Sweet (y/n)-chan” You laugh and cringed at him, but his tone went serious unexpectedly once again.
“Ne (y/n)-chan I have a question for you.”
“I’m all ears Tooru.”
“Do you have feelings for Atsumu?”
Your breath got caught in your throat. Feelings?
“I- uhm. I think it’s too early to have feelings like that, right Tooru?”
“Mmm.”
On the other side of the line, Oikawa frowns.
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They lost
They lost against Karasuno
You sat on your coach, tears forming as your hands cupped your mouth in shock.
They can’t go to nationals
You watched painfully as you saw the cameras zoom in on the victors of Karasuno and cuts to Oikawa’s face of disbelief alongside the team members’ similar reaction and a few crying faces. Tears were as of now flowing down your face.
Tooru’s dream
You spent the next few days constantly calling and texting your best friend to check on him and remind him he did his best. He barely replied back, answering with blunt and passive answers that worried you to the core. Oh what would you give to take a train to Miyagi and comfort him.
You heard a knock at your door, ears perked up and you walk over to answer.
“A-atsumu??” You were shocked at the sudden appearance of him at your front door.
“What’re you doing here??” He leans against the doorway, hands in his pockets. His casual attire being fitted black joggers, a green hoodie and a nice jacket over. You couldn’t help but stare.
“Am I not allowed to visit yah (n/n)-chan. And it is rude to stare yanno. Not even allowing a guest in?” He smirks as you fumble with your words and let him in your home.
“I was just making lunch, w-would you like to join me?” He smiles attractively as he takes off his coat and hangs it up.
“Don’t mind if I do.”
The afternoon was spent with you cooking lunch for the two of you, jokes cracked up and you both laughed and bonded.
“What do yah mean? You never saw the movie??” You giggled.
“Hah, you expect me to be going out all the time? I’m the loner here.”
“Nope nope, not with me around. I am taking you out to see this movie right now.” He grabs your wrist and drags you towards your room. Your heart did a thing.
“Go get ready.” You blushed red questioned frantically what was happening.
“W-what? What do you mean? Where are we going? WHat??” Atsumu waves his hands.
“Don’tcha worry about it doll. I’ll pay for your ticket, and it’ll only be the movies. Yah parents aren’t even home and I’ll bring yah back home in one piece.”
With further convincing you sigh and agreed to his offer. As you slipped on a casual, fitting dress along with a bit of touching up of your hair and makeup your mind wanders to Oikawa. You still worried about him.
“I hope he’s doing okay..” You mumble to no one in particular.
“Hope whose doin okay?” You jump at Atsumu’s sudden intrusion in your bedroom.
“N-nothing! Well I’m ready now so let’s go.” Before heading out, Atsumu blocks your path and checked you out real quick.
“Wow~ You look gorgeous (n/n)-chan” You blushed heavily and ushered him out of your room and the house.
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You two arrive at the train station, making light conversation where Atsumu would drop compliments every now and then that would make you redder than a tomato.
Casually strolling side by side, your shoulders bumping into each other. You stop in your tracks as Atsumu does the same, your eyes widening at the sight of Oikawa.
“T-tooru!”
“…(y/n)-chan”
Atsumu raises an eyebrow.
“W-what are you doing here Tooru? Are you okay??”
“I simply just needed to see you… I missed you but I see that I am interrupting something?”
Your eyes widened, you wanted to run into Tooru’s arms but Atsumu was right beside you..
Conflicted
“Well well well, if it ain’t pretty setter Oikawa. How did that game the other day go?” Atsumu says in a taunting manner, you backhanded Atsumu’s chest lightly scolding him. However, Astumu continues
“I think you should let her go lover boy, she’s mine.” Atsumu wraps and arm around your shoulder. You gasped as Oikawa ticks at that.
“You barely know her, don’t even think about touching her!” Oikawa growls out.
“G-guys please stop!” You felt so conflicted with your feelings. You did recently felt interested in Atsumu. On the other hand, you constantly missed and cared for Tooru.
“She obviously likes me over you boy, I dunno your problem but I will be taking my lady out if yah don’t mind.”
“To hell! (y/n)-chan’s been mine.” Oikawa grabs your wrist and pulls you towards him.
“(y/n), what are you doing out with him? Is this a date? Do you actually like him more than me?”
You flustered up at Oikawa’s words.
“No! W-well it may seem like a date, but we’re just out watching movies together alone! W-wait that sounds like a date oh my goodness. I don’t even know anymore ugh-”
You felt so overwhelmed to the point you could not help but break your grasp from Oikawa and run from the two.
“(n/n)-chan!”
“(y/n)!”
You kept running, ignoring their calls.
What were you going to do?
Who were you going to choose?
You did not know anymore
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a/n: heyhey sorry if that turned out bad ;; i am conflicted on how to end this short headcanon so I was thinking of writing something with both endings where you either choose Oikawa or Atsumu. Only if you guys want so please let me know! And also at that last interaction I made Oikawa seem more serious since I imagine he would still be affected by losing ofc poor boi. Sorry if that seemed too ooc for Oikawa. N e ways, thank you guys sm for the support and reading my writing. PLs let me know if you would like that part two! ily :)
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Before Anything Good pt. 2
Mako x reader (she/her pronouns)
Summary: Barely one month of living on the streets, and Mako has grown skeptical of anything good that’s offered freely to him. When the girl from the other side of town calls him stinky and demands he take a shower, he might just be right about his newfound cynicism.
Word count: 2.2k
Warnings: brief implied abusive relationship, language, dialogue heavy, Bolin being comedy relief, this is literally just filler goofiness lol
A/N: New game, drink water every time anyone is called stinky hehe I was going to update this on the weekend but got too excited! also can we get an F for my keyboard pls it doesn’t want to cooperate anymore,, anyway pls let me know if there are any errors!
part i | part iii
After exchanging transactions and names, the three sat on a bench outside with a hefty bag of baked goods. Bolin bounced in his seat as he patiently waited for the girl, who introduced herself as Yn, to pass him his bread before eating her own. She reached into the bag with the napkin, making sure to hand over one of the bigger pieces. Grabbing at it with greedy hands and an appetite to match, he immediately scarfed down the brioche, but not before he said his thanks. He sighed in delight as the fluffiness of it melted on his tongue. “So good!!”
Mako found himself smiling at Bolin’s infectious grin. “S’that so? Want a bite of mine?” He angled his spongy bread towards the younger one, who happily chomped on it. He returned his gaze forward as he continued to chew on his bread, the treat staving off some of the hunger.
Yn giggled at the interaction, wanting to join the fun, and tugged on Mako’s sleeve. “Want a bite of mine?” Before Mako had a chance to respond, she had already shoved her bread into his mouth once he had turned towards her. After breaking the piece off, she lectured, “You should eat more! These will go bad if you don’t finish them! It’ll be a waste.” She ignored Mako’s flushed face, assuming he just needed water, and passed him his cup.
Once he cleared his throat, Mako choked out, "Didn’t you ever consider the germs! You could be sick!”
“I’m not sick!” She cried defensively. “If I cared about your germs, I wouldn’t have offered you any of my bread!”
“Did you think that I might care about germs?!”
“I- Well, I-,” she immediately paused, her cheeks flushing as she looked down sheepishly, “-did not think about that. Sorry?” She looked back at him, the fear of losing her newly made friend reflecting in her expression.
“That’s okay! Mako’s just shy with girls,” Bolin helpfully announced. “Like when that one girl who lived across the street tried to offer some fruit and Mako just threw them-”
“You can eat the rest,” Mako blankly offers, the remaining bread shoved in Bolin’s mouth. At Yn’s gaping mouth, Mako grabs the wrist holding her bread before guiding the food into her mouth. “You should, too.” A playful grin itches the corners of his mouth as he tries to keep a straight face. "It's not good to waste your food." He reaches into the bag to grab a different type of bread as if nothing happened and proceeds to chew on it.
“Thaz nawht neigs!”
At her muffled yelling, Mako’s eyes glint playfully. “What’s that? I smell really good?” She shoved him away the moment he tried to lean closer to her.
Once she swallowed, she reprimanded Mako’s behavior, claiming it’s not good to interrupt people talking.
Mako shrugged, leaning against the wall. “Not really. When you have a brother, it’s okay to be mean.”
Her eyes narrowed, taking in his words. “Then, what about a sister? Would you be mean to her too?”
He takes a moment to ponder. It was nice forgetting that he was an orphan and just enjoying food in the company of another. But he thinks back to the days he'd chase Bolin around the house and wonders if he'd also chase Yn around if she'd been there. After all, a friend wouldn't be too different from a sibling, right?
“I think it’d be okay to be mean to them, too.” Yn’s head nodded approvingly at the answer, humming appreciatively that there was no special treatment between siblings. “Not sure, though. I never really thought about it until now.”
“What about you, Yn? Do you have a brother or sister?” Bolin chimed in, now on his second bread.
“None! But I’d like a sister or brother sometime! I think it’s neat to have a friend like that around all the time.”
“Yeah, you can think of it like that. Or it’s someone annoying you all the time.” With another shrug, Mako pops the rest of the bread in his mouth and dusts the crumbs off his hands.
Bolin clears his throat, climbs onto his knees, and holds Mako by the shoulders to steady himself before burping in his face. The immediate cringe his brother wears is enough to satisfy him, a triumphant grin settling on his face. “Or someone you can annoy all the time!”
Yn’s bark of laughter suddenly ends when suddenly the same cringe on Mako embraces her face. “Oh, you two are really stink-” but the other two don’t hear her finish her sentence as someone shouts her name over the stomping of ostrich horses in front of them.
The lady towering over Yn from her seat inside the carriage looks frustrated, worried, and tired all at once. She hugs the girl the instant she exits the carriage, her eyes clenching softly in relief before she reopens them to look her form over. Making sure there aren’t any visible signs of dirt or scratches, she sighs. “Sweetie, why did you leave my side? You’re lucky I found you before anything happened!”
Yn puffs her chest and sits up straighter. The moment the word “mother” had left her mouth, Mako suddenly felt like he shouldn’t have been here, shouldn’t have gone for the bread, should be leaving, should be running. He stiffens when he makes eye contact with her mom, her eyes scanning their tattered clothes and thin coating of dust, settling on the scarf wrapped around Mako's neck with some form of recognition and pity. The pity. This was the exact moment he hated experiencing when parents realized their kids were around them, the orphans. Mako makes an effort to hold back a scoff, suddenly remembering how it wasn’t proper social etiquette to be rude to those related to the one who have shown you kindness.
“Mako, can we?” He turns to see Bolin holding his hands together in plea and lips pouting.
"Uh..." Shit, he was not listening. "I don't know, Bo…"
“Please, I insist. Any friend of Yn is welcome to have dinner with us anytime.” The look in her eyes was hesitant compared to the shakey upward turn of her mouth. “I won’t make two orphans pay, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Although they were the same words spoken to him earlier that day, they didn’t feel as sweet coming from the lady than it did from her daughter. Why did she have to mention they were orphans? Did she know them? their parents? the culprit?
“Mako,” Bolin whispers. Tugging his sleeve close enough so that the other two wouldn’t hear, he continues whispering. “House. Stuff. Steal?” Mako’s face remained neutral, but Bolin’s idea did strike a chord… Maybe they had a collection? They wouldn’t notice a thing or two from it missing… Mako assumed position by crossing his arms and making an indecisive face, hand resting on his chin to pronounce the effect. “It’s free dinner! Just this once, please?” With his acting turned up by a notch, Bolin slings himself onto Mako’s shoulders with the biggest puppy eyes he could muster.
“Well… I could never say no to free food,” Mako returns stiffly. Gee, why couldn’t they just be natural. Even Bolin’s pout turned into a grimace.
“Then let’s go now!” With no time for them to worry about how bad their acting was, the two of them were suddenly seated in the carriage on the opposite side from Yn and her mom. Yn bounced in her seat and swung her legs, her head tilting from side to side as if she was picking and choosing from a jar of questions to ask them, but only held back because of her mother being in the same space.
The brothers shifted their eyes around the cart, not wanting to make eye contact at her mom, but not quite wanting to look at Yn either. Instead, Mako fiddled with the ends of his scarf while Bolin asked for another piece of bread. Smart, at least he wouldn’t be asked to talk if he was eating.
“Mother?” Yn’s tongue poked against the inside of her cheek, hesitant on whether she should ask something or not. At her mother’s inquiry, she continued, “Is this what kidnapping looks like?”
Everyone turned to the sound of Bolin’s choking, who could barely hold the bottle of water being handed to him by Yn’s mother while Mako slapped his back harshly until he calmed down. “K-ki-kid- you’re kidnapping us?” He stared at the water and bread questionably. “Are these poisoned?! Am I going to… going to… melt… from the inside?” The tears in the corner of his widened eyes began to roll down at the thought of a painful death and he turned to Mako, barely comprehensible. “I told you! We shou-shouldn’t have come!”
“You’re the one who wanted to go!”
“You’re the one who let us go!” Great. Now he was sobbing.
Exasperated, Mako groans. “Fine! If it makes you feel better-” he takes a large swig from the same bottle Bolin drank from earlier, “-now we’ll both melt from the inside!” Once Bolin’s sobs calmed down, he quickly added, “Better?” Bolin’s nod of approval stopped at the sound of Yn’s laughter on the other side, her mom simply covering her mouth with a little twinkle in her eyes.
“I wanna melt from the inside, too!” Yn plucked the bottle from Mako’s hands before chugging the rest, saying something about how poisoned water tasted better than regular water.
“You’re free to leave anytime after dinner, by the way. We’ll even arrange a carriage to take you back,” Yn’s mother offered.
Mako nodded slowly, the look in her eyes now seeming more genuine than it had outside the carriage. “Thank you. We’d really like that.”
The rocking of the carriage and the stomping of the ostrich horses filled the silence afterwards. With nothing to do and the presence of her mother making her hold her tongue, Yn studied the two brothers’ features. She wasn’t sure of what the definition of pretty for boys was, but she was sure these two were it.
Bolin was on the cuter side with his stubby nose helping his thick eyebrows emphasize his expressions, chubby cheeks filling like chimp-monkeys, and bright emerald eyes practically glowing as if untouched. Mako, on the other hand, had a more slender nose, the arch of his eyebrows curving naturally just before abruptly being pulled up to a mountain peak and dragging downwards on the thicker end, his cheeks close to hollowing out from lack of food, and golden eyes tinted and narrowed in suspicion every now and then. The apples of both their cheeks an angry pink and peeling from being sunburnt, paling in comparison to the deep red and soft cotton of Mako’s scarf.
That couldn't have felt nice if they just left it alone… She sighed and started folding the empty bag of bread, wondering if her mother had any mud masks she could spare at home.
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“And that’s how you turn off the sink!” Yn finished her explanation to the boys with a proud face, the bathroom lights adding just another bright layer to her eyes.
“We know how to use the bathroom...”
“Then get to brushing your teeth! Your breath-”
“Stinks. We know.”
Yn’s grin widens at Mako’s admittance, skipping out of the bathroom to help her mom prep for dinner. The dinner prep was simple since neither brothers had any special dietary needs or restrictions. The sound of the door unlocking was enough to stop her from turning on the stove to cook the chopped ingredients. Running to the door, she greeted her father with a slight bow and offered to take his coat and hat back to his room.
Just as she exited her father’s room, she heard her name from Mako’s distressed call. “Can you get us towels? And some clothes?” His head was sticking out from the door and his damp hair clung to the sides of his face as he looked around frantically.
“Oh! Sorry, how could I forget? Just wait a bit!” She’s about to turn the corner into the kitchen to ask her mother about the washed clothes, stopping when she hears the hushed whispers that could only belong to her parents.
“No, those two kids! They’re San and Naoki’s kids!”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Spirits, woman, do I have to spell everything for you? Did you see the damage of their house? They must have gotten some money from selling stuff. Money that they’re hiding.”
“They’re just kids. When are you going to stop pulling this stunt?”
“I’ll stop when I stop. Now, where have you been seeing them hang around?”
A heavy air of silence hangs around the area, and Yn nearly looks around the wall before her eyes widened at the familiar sound of a harsh clap thundering off the walls of the kitchen. Her hands flew to cover her mouth to repress her gasp. With shaky steps, she was barely able to turn around without tripping on her feet, the sound of her heartbeat pounding in her ears and blocking off the rest of their conversation as she made her way back to the bathroom.
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A/n: I did not need 1.7k words before getting to this point in the story but I couldn’t help it LOL this part was split once again :”) also some pieces of dialogue are based on conversations in real life and I thought it fitted the three of them nicely as kids! kinda surprised myself this chapter because i always cringe at what i write but this was kinda cute lol Let me know what you thought of this chapter!!
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