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thelightsandtheroses · 8 months

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One: I was just coasting until we met

Your Hand In Mine | Joel Miller x female reader

Summary: When Joel finds you on your self-assigned insomnia bench one night, it sparks an unexpected friendship that quickly develops into more. Finding peace in the middle of an apocalypse always seemed impossible, but being with Joel feels natural, like a missing piece has fallen into place at last. When a ghost from your past threatens to destroy the peace you’ve found in Jackson, everything will change.

Word Count: 2.5k

Overarching Series Warnings - 18+ blog - minors do not interact, unexpected friendship, developing relationship, idiots in love, flangst, typical TLOU content, references to cults, references to past manipulation, references to past violence, references to PTSD, single parent reader, some secondary original characters, etc. No use of Y/N, any further warnings to be added as appropriate. No specific age for reader, but range is implied in later chapters (minimum of 30s but not specified any further than that) Notes: This idea has been going around my head for months and I’m so excited to actually do something with this and share it. Also, a special thank you to the lovely @darkroastjoel for encouraging me to write this weeks ago when I wasn’t sure of the concept. The chapter title is from I’m With You by Vance Joy.

One: I was just coasting till we met

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Jackson, WY, 2024

There’s nothing but stars and night sky ahead of you. If you look behind you, you can see a few sparse lights illuminating houses in Jackson, but ahead of you there are no distractions, just the trees and the sky and vastness of the world around you.

The air is cool and smells fresh; a mix of woodland, of the night. You adjust the thick woollen cardigan around your pyjama top and faded sweatpants. There’s no one around at this time of night so you haven’t made a real effort to get dressed or worry about your appearance.

You’ve come here many times before but it never fails to take you aback. The vastness, the stars, the way it makes you feel insignificant but not in a negative way. The only sounds you can hear are the insects and wind blowing through trees.

It’s peaceful, or as close to peaceful as exists these days. For a while, you could forget about the world you live in, convince yourself the last twenty years have been some sick fever dream instead.

In the two years you’ve lived in Jackson, this has become your spot. It’s where you go when you can’t sleep. It’s where you go when the past gets to you, when you either wake because of creeping nightmares and ghosts, or after hours of lying in your bed in a restless, anxious state wishing for slumber.

You only ever come here at night. It’s as if there’s some sort of magic in place that would either ruin or remove the bench in the daytime.

When you first came to this town, the idea of wandering around in the middle of the night seemed preposterous, downright reckless after living in Kansas QZ.

However, one night you hit a breaking point.

You’d been lying in your bed, restless and unable to relax. Every time you thought you might finally drift into sleep, your heart would race and your throat would be so dry that you wondered if you were dying. You would become irrationally concerned you might just stop breathing if you did fall asleep at all. It was a pattern of insomnia that had followed you for years, from before Kansas and beyond. When you did finally sleep, you’d have nightmares, but most of your nights were shaped by restlessness.

That night, as you desperately tried not to wake anyone else up, hating them all for being able to sleep, you felt like you were going to finally break. You had to get out, just clear your head a little.

You discovered the bench that night, perfectly positioned to watch the sunrise, to take in the world around you without distraction or worries.

It’s a special spot; serene and soothing. It’s your sanctuary.

Sometimes you don’t need to come here, your record is a week and half away - an achievement you only reached a few days ago, but inevitably, and usually at least twice a week, you’ll end up back on your bench waiting for the sun to meet you and wash away your ghosts.

There’s the crunching sound of boots on gravel behind you and you turn around cautiously, one hand clinging to the edge of the bench. You’ve been complacent, you chastise yourself, you don’t even have a weapon with you.

Joel Miller stands before you; a battered brown coat buttoned up to his neck, torch in one hand, with the other jammed into a jacket pocket, and a bemused expression on his face when he sees you sitting there.

You’ve heard enough of him from the other locals since his arrival; he’s Tommy’s older brother, Maria isn’t sure of him, he settled here with a teenage ward a couple of months ago. Some of the other locals have said Ellie, the girl, is almost feral. Your impression of her from fleeting visits to the library is that she’s curious, she’s haunted, not used to a community like Jackson (and these days, who would be?) and perhaps the most honest person you’ve met in years.

”May I?” he asks, indicating the empty space on the bench next to you. You almost want to laugh at the Southern lilt to his voice, the polite manners he’s showing you.

‘May I?’ is not a phrase that belongs in this world anymore. People take, some people give, but most take. When the world ends, manners fade. When the world ends, you ask for forgiveness and not permission.

It’s why your instinct is to say no, to say ‘Actually fuck you, Tommy’s brother, and go find another insomnia bench, this one is mine!’

You don’t do that though. Jackson brings back those manners, or it’s trying to at least. And even if you think it belongs to you, technically it’s not your bench because this is a stupid commune.

So you grimace and nod, frustrated about the interruption as Joel Miller sits next to you.

It’s the first time you’ve had a chance to look at Tommy’s brother this closely. While you can see the familial similarities, Joel’s different. His greying dark hair is far shorter, almost messy at the moment like he’s just woken up and walked here. It’s almost endearing.

There’s a scar on the right side of his temple, the one closest to you, and you try and take in every detail of him, to analyse and evaluate just who this person next to you could be.

You expect to feel uncomfortable at his presence, to feel on edge and ready to flee or pounce, but you don’t.

“It’s uh, a good view from here,” Joel says after a moment.

You nod noncommittally and clasp your hands together on your lap.

“I’ve seen you around Jackson. I’m Joel,” he continues. His voice is surprisingly soft, gentle as though he wants to put you at ease. It shows a level of consideration you didn’t expect, one that makes you more honest in your reply.

“It’s a small town, I know who you are, Joel Miller.”

“Oh really?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow and for a second something else flashes across his face. “What have you been told about me then?”

“You’re new, you’re Tommy’s brother. I think that’s about it. Heard you and Tommy are good on patrol.”

“Oh yeah?” Unlike most of the men in Jackson, he doesn’t seem to puff with pride at that compliment. He looks at his hands, wringing them together then before asking, “So, that’s me. What about you then? What’s your name?”

You introduce yourself, taking in the way he repeats your name - how it sounds on his lips.

“I haven’t seen you around town much before,” he says after a moment.

“Would you have even noticed?”

“Someone like you? Most definitely.” You look at the ground in surprise, certain that you’re misinterpreting his words.

He’s just being polite.

It’s just the insomnia.

“It is a good view. You’re right,” you say quietly, keen to shift the conversation away from yourself and back to this moment. “It’s a really great spot for the sunrise.”

“I know,” he says calmly.

You pause. Has Joel Miller been using your bench when you haven’t? Is your bench essentially cheating on you? You’ve always believed this was your secret, your place, but perhaps it’s a timeshare instead.

For some reason, the thought of that upsets you more than you expect. You try and shake it off though, to be polite and good and everything someone who lives in Jackson is expected to be.

Perhaps you can share the bench … today. Just for today.

“How are you liking Jackson so far then?” you ask.

Joel scoffs quietly to himself and you look over with raised eyebrows.

“Been asked that a few times already, huh?”

“You could say that.”

“Why am I not surprised? Well, we don’t get that many new arrivals and you’re Tommy’s brother. People were bound to talk. They’ll settle down when something else comes along.”

“‘S been weeks now. Besides, I thought you just said you don’t get many newcomers, how long exactly is this going to last?” he asks, leaning forward for a moment, his arms crossed on his knees and head down.

You smile to yourself, wondering if you should admit how long it took for people to stop asking your group how you were liking Jackson, how long it has really taken to be seen as a resident and not a new arrival.

“Well, there’s a new litter of puppies due soon, and I heard a rumour that there’s going to be another dance again in the next few weeks. Your arrival will become old news before you know it,” you say with false sincerity.

He chuckles to himself. “This really is like a small town, huh? That uh, -“

“Nosiness? Lack of privacy? Gossip mill?”

“All of the above. So, you think puppies will help?”

“Everyone loves puppies, Joel Miller. Probably even you do.”

He smirks. “Really, do I look like that to you?” There’s a teasing tone to his voice, mischief in what you can make out of his eyes in the dim light.

“Sure you do.”

“So we’ve just got to wait for a bunch of puppies or some town dance for me an’ Ellie to be old news? Okay, here’s hoping.”

A silence falls between you but unlike before, it feels companionable, calming even.

“So, you said ‘I know’ when I said it was a good spot for the sunrise. Does that mean you’ve been out here before then?” you ask as your curiosity finally wins out.

Joel looks over at you with a smirk, “Why, is that really bothering you, huh? A couple of times, sure.” He shifts his weight slightly, places an arm on the bench and turns himself so he’s facing you.

“I just haven’t seen you out here before, that’s all.”

“You come out here at this hour a lot?” Joel raises an eyebrow that you can’t tell whether conveys being impressed or incredulous.

“Sometimes,” you say lightly. Most times.

“How long have you been out here then?” Joel asks.

“On this bench? About an hour. In Jackson? Two years, give or take.”

“An’ how are you likin’ Jackson so far?” he asks, a mischievous spark in his eyes that even in the dim light takes years off him, makes him look lighter.

You laugh before you can stop yourself.

“Touché, Joel.”

“Couldn’t resist.”

“Do you know what? Honestly, I didn’t believe it at first,” you say after a moment. “Places like this - they don’t work, okay? Someone always wants to be in control, power abhors a vacuum and then power corrupts, right? We were watching that play out before cordyceps, and if I’ve learned anything these last twenty years … so when we got here, I didn’t want to stick around too long. I guess that I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop? Only now, now I’m still here and I guess this place, maybe it just works. It shouldn’t, but it does.”

You’re not sure what makes the truth spill out of you like that. Perhaps it’s because it’s the middle of the night, or it’s the power of the bench, or more likely, it’s because you know Joel is probably out here for a similar reason to you.

You can see it in his eyes, in the way he’s sitting.

“That’s what my - my - I’ve heard that before. That this place actually works,” Joel says. “I know what you mean though. You see enough of all that in the QZs. Is that where you were before here?”

“Before Jackson, I was in Kansas for a while.”

“Oh.”

“Huh, I take it you’ve heard the stories then?”

Kansas had a reputation amongst all the remaining QZs. FEDRA had been brutal there; ruled the city with an iron fist and realised every nightmare of a brutal regime.

It was no surprise the fireflies had been so present there at one point, the symbol of hope and rising up against tyranny. Only they had abandoned Kansas years ago and it was down to those who stayed to try and fight back. You remembered Michael, who had tried to lead a movement against FEDRA, a man who was working towards a peaceful rebellion, as if such a thing could exist. The QZ had gone dark months ago though. It didn’t bode well and you’d heard the whispers that perhaps Kansas was no more.

“I uh - passed through on my way here.” Joel shifts awkwardly.

“It’s gone, isn’t it?”

Joel pauses and regards you carefully before he replies.“Yeah.”

“I take it that FEDRA and Michael’s group just - it doesn’t matter actually.” They’re all dead anyway, you think, the facts won’t change that.

Flashes of years pass you.

Violence. So much violence. Then those moments between, the ones that managed to burrow and bury themselves beneath your skin.

Your ex-boyfriend and you kissing in the kitchen of your crappy apartment …

Your birthday - singing to that cheesy rock song in the living room and dancing to an old song with Sean and his sister.

Marking Gabriel’s height each birthday on the kitchen wall because it felt like a normal thing to do, a new line each year, each growth spurt measured.

Your ex-boyfriend and you arguing over the system, over the possibilities for Kansas. You wonder how long he lasted after you left Kansas - if he was there for its end.

Separations … losses … too many deaths … pockets of hope and continued disappointments.

You okay?” Joel asks, a reluctant expression on his face.

“I’m fine. Left there for a reason.”

“Right.”

“It’s fine.”

Kansas had never really been home. You can’t make a home in a place you’re constantly on alert in, where you subsist on fear and anxiety. You could exist there though and at least in Kansas it was clear who was running the show, clear who was in charge.

Jackson is the closest to a home you’ve found in more than twenty years, and even here you feel halfway out of the door.

Joel’s still looking at you though, his brow furrowed like you’re a map he can’t read, an unfathomable equation.

You shrug and resume staring ahead at the forest ahead, at letting every sound, smell and sound around you just soak in, to create an illusion of peace.

After a while you steal a glance at Joel. He’s still on the other side of the bench; the hand on the arm leaning on the bench now pinching the space behind his brows, his eyes momentarily shut.

You’re not sure exactly how much time passes like this but soon the darkness fades and dawn rises to greet you with the promise of a new day.

You stand up, brushing imaginary dirt off your clothes and meet Joel’s gaze. “See you around, Joel Miller.”

“See you,” he replies lightly.

As you walk down the hill, you turn around and notice Joel’s still sitting there, focused on the horizon ahead.

This isn’t going to be the only time you find Joel on your bench, you realise. Suddenly, your lonely but peaceful sanctuary has an addition. You know the two of you will find yourselves on this bench again in the middle of the night.

If you hadn’t spoken to Joel, the loss of that solitude would be devastating, but it’s not.

So, you think to yourself, it turns out you’re not the only insomniac wanderer in Jackson.

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seokmthw · 1 year

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search the universe | park gunwook

⇢ pairing: gunwook x reader

⇢ warnings: soulmate au, slight angst, fluff, mentions of death, brief mentions of alcohol

⇢ word count: 3.3k

⇢ synopsis: timers are stamped onto your wrist with the amount of days you have left until you either die or find your soulmate. since you had gotten yours, you had a hard time believing it was the latter.

⇢ note: i know this is a really cliché soulmate trope, but i have a love for it that i can't quite explain. i'm hoping this won't be the last you see of soulmate!zb1, so be on the lookout in the future for more from me! <3

soulmates were a weird concept to you from the moment you learned about them. wveryone around you - friends, family, coworkers - have always been excited to find the people they’re meant to be with for the rest of their lives. you never understood the hype, much less how the actuality of it all was ever achievable in the first place. everyone whose timer you witnessed ticking down almost always met their death sentence, so you had every right to be apprehensive about whether it truly worked or if you've been fed lies for your entire life.

everyone was born with a timer on their left wrist with chunky black squares and beaming red digits that never lit up until you reached a certain age in your life. yours started on your sixteenth birthday with the fresh set of bold letters reading 1,095 days. that was exactly three years, no more, no less. it was a rare occurrence someone would ever be branded with the same date as their birthday, but the universe just seemed to hate you more and more for not believing it’s incredibly stupid logic. your nineteenth birthday was either going to be magical or tragic for those around you, but you already knew everything was going to take a turn for a worse, so why stress about it?

that day was now exactly a week away and your parents and group of friends were stressed out more than ever because they weren’t sure if they should plan a party or a funeral. you told them all not to worry about it, that you didn’t care, but they never seemed to listen. which was fine, you were used to people losing their minds over your slowly deteriorating time, but you just wished that once in a while someone would pay attention to how you felt.

especially now, where your two idiot best friends were frantically pacing the living room in your shared apartment with their thoughts spewing directly from their mouths out into the open. they had absolutely no filter, so talks about a gruesome death and an unforgettable birthday bash were the main topics.

“guys, seriously, it’s fine. i really don’t want you to be in a constant state of distress because i’m going to die before you do,” you said.

yujin stopped in his tracks, his eyes wide with bewilderment as he gasped, “y/n, if you say anything like that one more time i’m going to kick you.”

you merely shrugged, “i’m just speaking the truth.”

gyuvin, who had just thrown himself onto the plush loveseat, sighed loudly but didn’t say a word. you knew that every time you talked about this you made them upset, and tension was even higher now that the numbers on your arm had a seven on them. you just wished they would accept your fate and move on, because really, you didn’t think it was a big deal.

“come on, please don’t be upset with me,” your voice grew soft at the sight of their somber faces and your own realization that this was having more of an effect on them than you initially thought, “if i am going to die, let’s make this last week one of the best we’ve had in our lives, okay?”

yujin and gyuvin shared a look before they finally nodded and you were engulfed in a bone crushing hug. it felt good to feel their arms around you, because at the end of the day, you needed them more than anyone else in the world. you just hoped that they would be able to move on past it all and continue to live for you. after all, they adorned a hefty amount more numbers than you did, so they still had a while.

“we love you, y/n, and we get mad at you because we care so much,” gyuvin whispered, so it felt like it was only the three of you in the whole universe, “now are you going to let us plan a party or not?”

“please let us plan a party!” yujin exclaimed.

you huffed in mock annoyance, “fine, but you have to promise me you won’t go too crazy. i don’t want you guys to get your hopes up and the outcome be worse than you expect.”

“deal.”

three days after your compromise with your friends, you were sat at your favorite restaurant, where they wanted to ask your opinion on some of the party decorations. however, the initial reason was soon deflated due to you recounting a dream you had. to say they were surprised was an understatement.

"you what?” gyuvin exclaimed, causing you to cringe back into your spot of the booth. he and yujin shared almost the same expression the moment you began recounting the news to them.

slowly, you replied, “i told you, i had a dream about someone i don’t know. it was so weird though, because i couldn’t see their face whatsoever.”

and it was true. the past two nights you’d had the same exact dream. the first time, things were foggy and clouded, making it to where you could only hear his voice. however, the second night, you could make out a bright smile and glittery brown eyes, but nothing more. you met your friends’ gazes, shrugging your shoulders, “it’s really not that big of a deal. i don’t know why you guys are so surprised about it.”

“you are such a dumbass,” yujin replied as he buried his face in his hands, his voice muffled as he spoke the next time, “have you not listened to a single thing we were taught about the timers in school?”

“no! i’ve always slept, you should know that. i sat next to you during the lectures.”

gyuvin looked as if he were about to slam his head into the wall next to him, “it’s literally common sense to know that when you have a dream about someone you don’t know when your timer is almost up that it’s your soulmate.”

you rolled your eyes, shoving rice from the plate in front of you into your mouth to avoid saying anything that could upset them. no matter what anyone said, you just couldn’t even begin to think how it’s logical to believe the stuff school fed you, especially when it came to those numbers. you were absolutely not going to become brainwashed into thinking that a meager dream could have any significant correlation with your timer.

“i think you guys are just trying to get into my head to make me believe these stupid things are actually worth my time,” you laughed.

“it sounds to me like you’re trying to tell yourself not to actually take what we say into consideration,” gyuvin stated matter-of-factly, spooning a mouthful of the stew he’d ordered into his mouth, with an eyebrow quirked up in question. yujin suppressed a smirk next to him.

you fell silent at his words. it wasn’t because you believed him, because you certainly did not, but you were done talking about it. you made a promise to yourself not to utter a single word about your dream around either of your best friends - you knew they would do this - but your tongue had different plans for you and now the situation was a mess. their accusing glances, wide grins, and shared looks were enough to give it away.

you threw enough cash to pay for your meal on the table and scooted out of the booth, your lips pressed into a thin line, “i’ll see you guys back at the apartment.”

“y/n, wait!” yujin called after you, his voice faltering slightly, “we didn’t mean to upset you!”

“just let them go, yujin, all we ever do is make them mad anymore. maybe it’s best to have some time apart.”

gyuvin’s words sent a pang of guilt and sadness to your chest, and it took everything you had not to choke on a sob right then and there. it took a lot for him to say something that could be hurtful and knowing you were the one that caused it made you want to scream until your voice went hoarse. however, you refused to turn back and apologize, because you weren’t the only one in the wrong. they were just as much at fault as you were.

soon, you found yourself sat on a swing in the park a few blocks from your apartment complex, tears staining your cheeks and your heart hurting. what if your friends were right and you were just blowing the entire soulmate thing way out of proportion? was everyone else you’d seen meet their death just the less fortunate? questions flooded your mind and had no intention of stopping any time soon. you felt dizzy from your brain taking on so much at once and you were beyond grateful for the seat below your body that kept you steady.

you never thought that you would consider having a soulmate as a possibility, but here you were, wallowing in self-pity and hatred for yourself for causing everyone around you grief just because you couldn’t seem to see the logic until four days before your timer ended. sighing, you aggressively wiped away the remaining tears on your skin and rose from your spot. it was about time you started to head back to your apartment.

an apology was long overdue anyway.

ii.

thin fog swirled around your ankles as you walked toward the shadowy figure just in your line of vision. the soft pink glow of the sky reflected in his eyes - which were as sparkly and happy as ever - and glimmered beautifully in his hair. he seemed far beyond your grasp, and just when you thought you were getting closer to him, he was even further back than before.

what originally started out as a walk became a light jog in a desperate attempt to reach him. you swore for a moment you could catch a glimpse of one of his features you’d previously been unable to see before, but it was gone just as you were about to reach him. you were now broken out into a sprint, your legs burning and heart racing.

you needed to see him.

but, he just kept getting further and further away, his gaze haunting you with unanswered questions and a plethora of what if’s. you refused to give up. you pushed your legs harder, extending them to your absolute best ability to cover more distance between you and his dark presence. with your arm stretched out, you called, “wait, please!”

the boy finally stopped - though it was unclear if it was because of your desperation or exhausted state - and held his hand out for you to take. you forced your legs to a stop, your eyes frantically searching the features visible to you to try and cling on to what little you were offered. the same two features as before; his hair and his eyes.

for a fleeting moment, you saw something flicker across the the lower part of his face, just beneath his nose. However, just like that, it was gone, but you knew exactly what it was.

a gummy smile.

iii.

it was finally your birthday, and the day that you would be meeting whatever fate you had in store. you had woken up at ten o’clock, thankfully, but now it was five o’clock and you still had six hours and twenty minutes left on your timer, so anything was possible. you were a lot more nervous than you expected, but since you’d spent your entire life resenting this day, it wasn’t as overbearing as you imagined it would be.

the moment you entered into the kitchen, yujin and gyuvin were showering you in hugs and loads of “happy birthday, y/n”s but the troubled looks in their eyes were hard to miss. you could have sworn you saw a tear slip onto yujin’s cheek and that gyuvin’s breathing was slightly uneven, but you decided not to comment on it. not on this day. you didn’t think you could live with yourself if you sparked an argument on what could be some of the last moments you had with them.

instead, you hugged them both for a good five minutes, relishing in the feeling of security and comfort their grips held. the nagging in the back of your mind told you to enjoy as much of their company as you could in those remaining thirteen hours, because you very well could never get it again. and neither could they. pushing the thoughts back, you gladly dug into the dinner the pair made for you and watched the drama reruns that were playing on the television in the living room. it was a favorite among the three of you, so it only felt right to turn it on and delve into the world of your favorite characters.

about an hour later, your friends ordered you to stay in the apartment and get ready for your party while they went and set up, which was code for “hey, we don’t want some freak accident to happen before your timer is up so just stay here where we know you’re safe,” but you certainly weren’t complaining. as of right now, the safer, the better.

once left alone until they were to come to pick you up, you dropped to your knees in the middle of the kitchen and sobbed. this entire situation was all too real, and you could feel the steady grip you once had on being sure you were ready to accept your death starting to slip through your fingertips. you had no right to be upset, this was the day you were waiting for your whole life just so you could prove to everyone that you were right.

but you were just so scared.

there were so many what if’s, so many unknown factors of what the rest of your evening had in store. you weren’t sure you were ready to find out, but your timer was dead set on getting you to that point. the more you looked at the crimson numbers, the more your belly twisted and turned. you hoped that if you were to die, it was quick and painless, and if you were to meet your soulmate, you wouldn't be the most awkward person in the world.

you sat on the cold tile with silent tears flowing down your cheeks for what felt like an eternity, but only ended up being twenty minutes before you finally pulled yourself together and forced your legs to take you into your bedroom so you could get dressed. you had less than a couple hours before yujin and gyuvin would be back, and if you didn’t look collected and put together, all hell would break loose. you chuckled at the thought while you threaded your legs through your skinny jeans and put your top on.

by the time your best friends had come back to get you, you were going stir crazy penned up inside of the apartment, so you were glad to finally be going somewhere. the drive there was full of music blasting and lots of laughs, but the sadness was still heavy in the air. you couldn’t blame them, though, because you definitely felt the same way.

once at the venue, you couldn’t help but gasp at the sight. everything was outside, fairy lights casting a warm glow across the otherwise dark section of the area you were in. a bonfire was already raging in the middle of it all. people circled around it with drinks in their hands and smiles stretching across their faces. you couldn’t believe how many people actually came or how much yujin and gyuvin had outdone themselves with the entire setup.

“this is so beautiful, guys, thank you,” was the only thing you could manage to exert from your lungs before you were pulling them both into a tight hug, suppressing the fresh tears that threatened to spill over at the snap of a finger.

gyuvin laughed softly, “anything for you.”

“we love you, you know that, right?” yujin inquired, pulling back slightly so he could meet his gaze with yours, “so much.”

“i love you guys too.”

your moment only lingered for a few moments after that, because next thing you knew, people were bounding over to you and wishing you a happy birthday. hao and hanbin, who you hung out with occasionally in high school. taerae from the time you dared to sneak out of your parents’ house just to go on a midnight mcdonald’s run with him. matthew and ricky, your old roommates before you decided to move in with yujin and gyuvin. many of old classmates and even a few people you didn’t know. all for you.

you could feel yourself gaining control over your nerves and body once more as you conversed with everyone. all of the weighted thoughts were nearly forgotten about. that is, until you decided to steal a glance at the remaining time left on your wrist. you could feel your chest tighten and your breath hitch in your throat.

three minutes.

that was it. three meager minutes until you either died or met the person you were supposed to be with for the rest of your life. you swallowed harshly. it was best you didn’t mention anything and cause everyone to go into a state of panic, so instead you practically glued your arm to your side and refused to look at the time anymore. whatever was going to happen was left in the hands of fate now.

you took a drink from the cup in your hand, craving for a distraction from the anxiety that was caused from looking at your timer. a light tap on your shoulder was able to be felt and you turned to find yujin, who was smiling widely, “i wanted you to meet my friend, gunwook, who i told you was studying abroad! i figured i would invite him to the party since he was back in town.”

your gaze shifted to the boy that was stood next to yujin. the moment your eyes met with his, a spark was lit and it completely engulfed you from the inside out. the world around you faded, leaving you with only him. his dark brown hair that was illuminated by the light of the bonfire, his honey brown eyes the sparkled like the stars that blanketed the sky, but most importantly - his gummy smile.

he felt the same. you could easily tell by the way his face contorted to an expression that was nothing but pure joy. almost instantly, he pulled you into his arms, burying his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. you melted into him, basking in the warmth that he radiated and the feeling of security that you felt in his hold. softly, he whispered, “i’ve been waiting for the day i could finally hold you.”

“i’ve been waiting for the day i could put a face to all of the features i saw in my dreams,” you replied, entirely unable to suppress the grin that broke out onto your lips.

you pulled away from his grasp, flipping his wrist, as well as your own, over to bear the thick zeros that now adorned your wristsand were lit up a bright green. this was it, you finally met your fate, and you were so glad to know that it was with the captivating boy who visited you in your dreams.

gunwook cupped your cheek, examining your face, taking in every inch, every detail that he could. leaning forward, he was just barely apart from the shell of your ear, lips brushing your skin as he spoke words to you that you wanted to hear over and over again for the rest of your life.

“if i had to search the universe to find you again, i would in a heartbeat.”

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becauseheartsgetbroken-hs · 4 months

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yes baby it's this time of the year (I need a good start that's why it's so early on the year lol) that I need your fic recommendations 😊 I'm here to take it babeee!

P.S Happy New Year my love ❤️

OHH LOVED THAT ENERGY 🥰 Happy New Year to you too hon! ❤️

Sooooo where to start from?? First of all I'm a little distracted the last few days because one of my favorite people on the planet visited me for the holidays and we're spending quality family time! So I may have miss some updates around here. Anyway let's start!

It's not a proper recommendation post if I'm not recommending @freedomfireflieseflies ' work! I feel like I'm repeating myself when I say that EVERYTHING she writes is PURE GOLD but that's the truth so I'm gonna say it again! Her new work "Infinite You" is amazing and believe me when you read it you will need more immedietely!😍 (her whole masterlist is a gift actually so you know what you have to do 😍)

Also please go check @adorebeaa 's Hawthorn Series! It's amazing! It plays like a movie in your head! The dynamic between the two characters is so fascinating! Oh and "Little Freak" is so good! I loved this story so much! And of course her one shots are crazy ("please you", "merry christmas, i couldn't care less" are 🥵)

@gurugirl 's "Just For Tonight", "A Good Boy" and "The Unicorn" are *chef's kiss*. Her writing is unmatched and she always comes up with creative concepts.

Also @cupid-styles is a gem! Her "grumpy!h" series is so freaking cute. The way she built their relationship was so beautiful. Oh also I had a great time reading "you're my last shot".

Of course I need to mention @lukesaprince because she is amazing! "The Rich" is so well written 😍

Also recently I discovered @justlemmeadoreyou and I'm so glad I did 😭 Her headcanons are so addictive 😱

Go check @harrys-titties ' "Harry's a dick, and Y/N hates him for it" as well because it was very beautiful and if you love a good enemies to lovers story, that's it! It has everything you wish for in a story like this.

"Love, heard, seen" from @fkinavocado is amazing too and I totally recommend it! I loved it!

Every time I get an ask like this, it's so hard for me to stop talking because I fucking love reading all these incredible stories but I need to stop myself now because if I don't, I won't ever lol I tried to recommend new stories and not the same ones I have recommend in the past (if you want you can check my other fic recs posts) and I hope you will find this helpful.

xoxo

Nancy

#fic recs

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 6 months

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AITA for not refusing to have my picture taken?

I (18NB) really hate taking pictures. It's a combination of privacy concerns (big social media gets me really paranoid), not udnerstanding the point, and, admittedly, a self-image problem. To elaborate on the latter two, I don't really understand the point of taking photos, no matter how much it's explained to me, maybe because I'm not a sentimental person. The concept of "having a memory immortalized" feels unnecessary (what's wrong with forgetting?), and posting it on social media... see point number one.

When it comes to self-image, that's a lot more touchy. I'll be honest: I really hate how I look, especially in photos. I guess I'm just not a photogenic person, but I always come out looking unideal, for lack of better term, to the point that even seeing a picture of myself makes me incredibly uncomfortable.

Here's where I think I might be TA.

Last school year was my senior year in high school, so naturally, my friends and I made lots of memories together. But no matter where we went, if we took a picture, I adamantly refused to be in it, even if they pleaded with me. A lot of the time, it'd turn into a huge, often public, debacle: my friends, frantically waving or shouting at me to get into frame, or reshuffling to get me into frame, or dragging me into line to take a photo (we're touchy-feely people, so this isn't weird for us), and me, walking away as fast as possible.

Reflecting on it, I feel like I did them a disservice. A lot of people like looking back at pictures (and one of my friends also really loves photography), and I think it wasn't right of me to refuse them that, especially since I wouldn't even be looking at those photos. I'm also a private person who hates airing out dirty laundry. For that reason, I framed my argument as more of a philosophical one than one on personal comfort, so to them, I just act the way I do because of some weird moral high ground. I also feel like it made them feel like I don't want to remember them, and that now that we're separated, I'll happily forget them. And, since this would happen when we were doing fun things together, I really feel like I kept ruining everyone's days or lowering the mood for the sake of my personal comfort.

I don't know. I really feel like I keep blowing up a normal, small thing, but at the same time, I can't help feeling the way I do. Please tell me: AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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mandy-asimp · 10 months

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Random confessions

Pairings: Melissa Schemmenti x oc(they/them)

Warnings: kissing! Gary hate(I promise I support him🙏) cursing, I think that’s it?

A/n: this is like doing the fork in the garbage disposal

“Janine, I think you shouldn’t beat around the bush. Yes, neither of you have it in you to confess, but if you let him go then you’ll be upset about it.” The two younger teachers walked in together. Alex advising the friend to not make their mistake.

They were the last two to get to the teacher’s lounge. “You speak like you know how it feels?”

Alex nodded, their curls bouncing in the action. “I am, I liked melissa since my first day, cause anyone in their right mind would, but she has Gary so I just admire from a far and I’m telling you Janine, being envious of someone is not fun.” They casually said. The whole room was quiet.

They kept moving through their routine. Pulling out their lunch, heating it up. “Seriously, don’t make my mistake. Plus, you two are head over heels for each other, it’s just a matter of the moment.” Alex shrugged. Taking their seat across from Melissa at the table. Looking up to meet the eyes of everyone else, they stared confused. “What? I thought it was extremely obvious I like her?”

“No! No it wasn’t!” Melissa was the first to shout. The red head didn’t waste another second before storming out the room.

Alex furrowed their brows, “that was a bit much. I mean seriously, it wasn’t a secret.” They were so calm about it and everyone was stunned.

Barb cleared her throat, “I think we’re all confused, especially because we all thought you would never say it out loud…in front of her.”

They let out a small laugh and went on with their day. Not really putting much attention to the whole lunch thing.

That was until Melissa stomped in at the end of the day. Slamming the door shut. “You got some nerve kid! You don’t get to make me think that you hate me for almost two years just to casually confess you have a little schoolgirl crush on me.”

“Did you really think I hated you?” Alex turned in their chair to face the red head. Smiling just ever so slightly at how the redness on the woman deepened. “I mean if you wanna know what me hating someone is I guess I’d say it’s more like I completely ignore their existence.”

“You have hardly ever said a word to me?” Melissa mentioned. “You said it yourself, I have Gary.”

Alex shrugged again. Turning back to the paper work and letting the conversation end. There wasn’t much to talk about. Melissa had Gary. Alex could only imagine.

“No! You don’t get to shrug and turn away! We’re not done talking,” Melissa grew annoyed. How could someone have the nerve to turn from her?

“There’s not much to say really. I like you but you’re in a relationship. I truly don’t mind it, if he makes you happy then he makes you happy. And I do talk to you, just in a group setting.” It was a plain and simple concept. “Honestly Melissa, I’m just a kid in your eyes, but I’m a kid who’s going to have a crush on you.”

“This is not something that you can be so casual about!” She cried out. “You don’t get to be so casual about this!”

Alex turned. Looking at the woman once more. “Melissa, I don’t know what you’re trying to get out of me here. Do you want me to be flipping out over it? I’ve learned it’s just one of those life events you either follow or let slip away.”

Melissa opened her mouth, but shut it. With a growl and a shake of her fist, she left the school for the day.

She was going to go home, but she needed to let this all out. It’s how she ended up at Barb’s house. A glass of wine in her hand while she paced.

“I mean, now what? I can’t just act like I don’t know because I do! The nerve of some people honestly! That’s the thing with new teachers! They don’t think about what they’re saying no matter who it hurts. They just say whatever. They knew I was with Gary, so why would they say it out loud like it was a simple sentence?!” Melissa thought out.

“Well you could try and forget it? Its not like you two ever really talk one on one?” The friend reminded. Never once really seeing the two interact alone.

Melissa sighed, “that’s the issue though! You know I have always had a thing for mysterious people. And they’re…well mysterious! Nobody knows anything about them except for their pronouns because Jacob…oh my god!” She realized her answer. “Jacob knows Alex.”

“Now Melissa, before you go harassing that poor child, think. You have Gary. Who is someone your age.” Barbara reminded. Yet she knew, her words weren’t going to get through. Once Melissa was set on something, she was going to go for it. “I guess I’m saying is, be careful about this. They’re a young adult and don’t know what they want. They’re an indecisive child compared to us.”

Melissa did take in those words. They were almost young enough to be her child. But the thought of being wanted by someone so young and yet such an old soul. That’s how they got to the lunch table after all.

Barbra had noticed how they would talk about things the two of them knew more than what their age group did talk about. It wasn’t about Taylor Swift and Harry Styles, it was always The Ronettes and Frank Sinatra. Humming songs that the two easily recognized.

The next morning rolled around. The teacher lounge only hosting Melissa for the moment. The soft humming soon disturbed her thoughts.

“Pretty woman,” was whispered. An accent playing on the words. Alex started dancing while getting their juice together. “And you look lovely as can be.” They never noticed Melissa, but once they did. The song suddenly became about her and they sang it like they didn’t care.

Spinning themselves out the room with ease. Leaving Melissa blushing and alone. She need to get it together and fast. This whole mixed feelings was suddenly becoming too much and it was only the first day of it.

“I don’t know why you actin’ all surprised,” Ava chirped as she waltzed in. “I’ve seen their taste in woman, and it is an elite flavor.”

“You knew?!” Melissa almost jumped to strangle. “How did you know?!”

“It was the first random confession they gave me. The second one was that one time they were out with friends and wanted to get over you on Valentine’s Day, so they went to a bar but a really ended up going home sober and crying because some lady who had dyed red hair reminded them too much of you and they realized that you were for real with Gary even tho they were so positive it wouldn’t work and they’d swoop in and get their chance.” Ava rambled. The story making Melissa wonder. Who actually knew and who played surprised?

“Do you know who else knew?” Melissa leaned forward. Hands folding on the table neatly.

Ava thought for a second. “I think it was me, Jacob, then Barbra? No it was definitely me, Barbra, Jacob, then Gregory. Janine was the last one to know. They told us that the day they said it out loud would never happen. That’s why we were all shocked.”

Melissa frowned, but once everyone else started walking in, the conversation was dropped.

Alex’s voice could be heard coming down the hall. “No but what I’m saying, is if you don’t try it then you’re never going to know if you like it. Its like when you took me with you and Gerald onto the cruise in hopes to help me get over Melissa because in your words ‘it’s better to try than to wallow in your self pity.’ So, I’m saying, you and Gerald should try a different cruise line. Just for one trip!”

The room once again looked at them. “Are you serious right now?” Melissa rubbed her temples.

Alex gave a classic shrug. “I seriously don’t know how you thought I was mysterious. I mean, I walk in here everyday giving some advice and relating it to some confession.”

Melissa shot a look to Barb. Her own friend talked about her issue to the issue? It was like a feeling of betrayal but at the same time she was kinda ok with it(this one time).

“Yeah, don’t you remember last week when I was having issues about getting a pet or not? Alex had a really odd confession. And thinking about it, a lot of them were somehow connected to you?” Jacob sipped his drink.

“Mine was about my dads business and Alex connected it back to you.” Gregory piped in.

Melissa looked around the room. Everyone talking lightly about some random confession. “Are you all telling me, you all knew? And yet never said a single thing?”

“I mean why would they? It’s my crush?” Alex laughed with their words. “I don’t know, don’t think about it too hard. It never leads to anything good. Like this one time I overthought just you looking at me and then I ended up at home crying because I couldn’t tell if you meant it with anything or if it was because I was staring at you with absolutely no thought in my head. Because usually that’s how it feels being near you. Like I just never think about what I say. Its kinda like now how im just rambling because I’m getting nervous just talking to you. So its actually my cue to leave this room before I keep going and embarrass myself!”

Alex quickly walked out the room. Hiding away in their room for the rest of the day not really believing the conversation that was had that morning. But even, when trying to avoid everyone at lunch, Melissa came in.

“Look, I don’t know what game you’re playing, but it ends now.” She spoke through gritted teeth as she locked the door and drew the blinds. “It’s not fair ya know!”

“I know its not.”

“So then why do you keep saying things that you don’t mean? Telling these stories to everyone if you know its not fair?” Melissa was leaning against the door.

“I dunno. I guess apart of me didn’t keep it a secret because I hoped you would find out. That once you knew, the unrealistic fantasies of you leaving Gary to be with me would come true.”

“Kid this is reality. Your fantasies are nothing more than that. You can’t just go lying just because.” Melissa frowned.

Alex finally turned to face her. “I’m not lying. I’ve liked you since the first day I started. Barbra told that you were going through stuff when I accidentally told her and she told me to not. I couldn’t help myself though.” There was sincerity in each word. Alex meant the words with everything they had.

Melissa stared. Her mind racing. What was she getting into? “Alex…”

“It’s whatever if you want it to be. I mean, you have someone. So we can just make it a joke if it makes you feel better? I’m ok with joking about it. I do it a lot whenever I have a random confession. Which really aren’t random. I just like talking about you to people. Even my mom knows about you. She asks me everyday on our phone call about you and I tell her about the entire day.” Alex rambled again. The nervousness really shinning through this time.

Melissa stepped off the door. Moving to sit on the edge of the desk. She let out a sigh. “Don’t you want someone your age? Someone who’s just as indecisive as you?”

Alex frowned. They knew that with confessing would come rejection, but they didn’t think it was gonna be this painful with all the preparation. “I’m not some indecisive child you paint me to be.” They whispered. Eyes glued to their computer screen now.

There was a silence. A loud….long……silence……..

“I don’t appreciate this Alex.”

“I know, and I’m sorry I’ve said it out loud.”

Melissa gave one last look before leaving the room. What was she to do now? Did she like Alex back? Was it a possibility? Absolutely. Who wouldn’t love the calmness of their personality. People specifically went to Alex with problems knowing they’d solve them without knowing.

Yet, a week without anyone’s problems being solved lead to chaos. Alex bad randomly disappeared for a week and nobody knew what to really do.

The Wednesday they came back, they were the first one at school. A box full of at least everyone’s favorite donut. All spread out accordingly.

“Where the hell were you for an emergency week call off?” Ava was the first one to arrive. Finding her donut front and center. “For me?! You shouldn’t have!”

“I had just a family thing. It was really last minute.” There was something off. Ava could see it. “I’ll be back, I left my phone in my classroom.”

They were gone and hidden before anyone could see them. But once they pranced back into the room everyone cheered. “I know! I know!”

“Where have you been?” Jacob was the first to raise the question. “Everyone was looking for you! Janine even sent the police to your house.”

Alex shrugged. “It was a family thing. They’re trying to do a bunch of stuff before my parents move to Australia. They waited till they made sure all their kids were set for adult life before going back home.”

Ava took the seat next to them. Turning them to face her. “You’re from Australia?!”

“Only until I was like 17? I try to hide my accent but it really shows when I’m alone. So I like to try to blend in. It also shows when I try to pronounce certain things.” They explained, biting into their donut. “But one day when we go out I’ll let it shine. Really draw in the woman.”

“Right go out so you can forget your crush on Melissa.” Ava laughed before leaving. Knowing she was right too.

Alex glanced at the woman. Already seeing her staring back. “She’s right ya know. That’s probably the only reason I go out at this point.” They beamed. Showing off that charming smile.

“For someone who was gone for a week, you sure came back with a sense of wanting to forget.” Melissa shot back. Catching Alex off guard for only a brief second.

“For someone who’s a Philly 11, you sure act like a Chicago 9.” Alex attempted to insult her, but it was damn impossible.

Melissa smirked, “for someone who’s a teacher, you sure could use a lesson in comebacks.” She had Alex pinned. Or so she thought.

“So then teach me Mel.” They stood. A shit eating grin plastered to their face while they left. Knowing Melissa was hot on their trail.

It was only a second after Alex got into their room, that the door slammed shut behind them.

“You can’t keep doing this kid! You need to learn to snap out of this crush!” Melissa was fuming. She couldn’t handle this game forever.

Alex gave her a look. A devilish smirk, and their confidence grew almost instantly. They slowly stalked closer to the 2nd grade teacher. Walking her right against the door.

Melissa began to feel small. Along withOther things. Things Gary hasn’t ever made her feel. Alex met her eyes. An innocence glossed over them. “So then teach me to snap out of it.”

The opening to kiss was right there, but Alex was respectful. They backed off, returning to the desk and working on a few papers for the day.

Melissa was frozen against the wood. Was she dreaming? She couldn’t be! She could feel the warmth of their breathe brush her cheeks. She blinked a few times. Realizing what she was in here for.

“That! You can’t….do that!” Melissa stuttered out. She let out a heavy sigh. “I can’t focus when you do things like that.”

Alex let a smile take over their face. “Well honey, if things between you and Gary don’t work, just know I’ll be waiting to treat you the right way.” They picked up their head. Flashing a soft smirk, watching intently as Melissa struggled to get out of the room. “You know where I’ll be!”

The day ended with Melissa dodging Alex entirely.

She honestly felt tied. Yes, she liked Gary. She also has had something for Alex. Yet, she still was with Gary. The choice was eating her alive. But she knew what her answer was. Her mind began to race at the sight of her issue. A intense migraine coming on.

“Alex, now really isn’t the time.” Her head fell into her hands. Blocking out all light from hitting her eyes.

Alex hummed. “Well, then I’ll be quick. This is my number. Whenever you need someone who isn’t Barb to talk to.” They delicately placed down the pink sticky note. “Have a good night, Melissa.” They spun on their heel, going home for the day.

Melissa sighed. Feeling completely helpless in the moment. Its honestly how she felt for the next few days.

With the jokes that were made and the constant staring, Melissa was trapped in her own discomfort and silence. The discomfort being more so because Alex was belittling their feelings just for her and being so respectful about Gary.

That was until Thursday.

“I mean, if you and Zach want to go out I can watch your niece for the night. You know she loves me more than both of you combined,” Alex offered to Jacob. “Seriously, I don’t have any plans or paper work.”

The two were having a peaceful conversation till Melissa walked in. And Alex was going to move over to her, but they decided to just keep in the conversation.

“You’d really do that so we could go celebrate?” Jacob was touched. The only other person that would’ve offered was Janine, and last time was a disaster. “Can you be there by 6?”

“I’ll do you one better, I’ll be there by 5.” Alex patted his hand. Getting ready to leave the teachers lounge for the rest of the hour.

Bumping into the man they envied the most. Backing up for a second to let him in, but was met with a push instead.

Alex stumbled back a bit. Lucky enough to catch their balance before anything. “The hell?” They furrowed their brows. Not really showing their anger and distaste for the man.

“You got some nerve kid! Thinking Melissa would ever leave over your silly confession!” His voice was loud. “She doesn’t want you! Get it through your head!”

Alex blinked. Trying to figure if this was really happening. It was. “No. You know who has nerve? You. For coming in here and disrespecting me when I have done absolutely nothing. I’ve openly flirted with her a total of three times. For two years she thought I hated her. So you should really watch yourself before things get ugly Gary. Because I’m not an ugly person. I think you should treat her with the most respect you could possibly think of in that tiny pea brain you have. Because one day Gary, you’re gonna fuck up. And she’ll realize she’s too good for you and gave you this ego. And to come in here and embarrass her because of your own insecurities! Real wise of you.” Their accent came through. The anger being so dominant, hiding it wasn’t worth it.

“And what? She’ll come to you? You’re basically a child. She’ll never come to you no matter how low life gets.” He folded his arms. Standing tall and proud of his words.

The curly haired teacher gave a dry laugh. “I may be a child, but I’m more of a man than you will ever be. And even if she comes to me at her lowest, I’ll sure as hell bring her to her highest. Show her everything that makes her so desirable. If that’s how I get my chance, then I will take it and charish her every single day of my damn life. So really, watch yourself.” Alex walked away.

The room was silent as they stared at the man. Nobody dared to move at this point.

Melissa slowly rose from her chair. “Gary.” Her voice was venomous. “We’re through.” She shouldered past him. Fury written all over her body.

A second went by. “Y’all heard that accent right? Shit was so sexy, you got your ass handed to you!” Ava cackled as she went to her office.

Meanwhile, Alex was hunched over their desk. Staring straight down with their own thoughts blocking out the world.

How could one man be so stupid but have the most amazing woman? It wasn’t fair. Alex would do anything to understand it.

“Alex…” Melissa’s voice was the only thing to pull them out of their thoughts.

With a sharp intake, Alex looked up. “I’m sorry for embarrassing you like that.” They were quick to say. “It was completely unprofessional and I should’ve just stayed in my place, but the way he talked….it just….I’m sorry.”

Melissa stood stunned. They were apologizing for something they didn’t do. “Alex, hun. You don’t have to be sorry. If anything…thank you.”

The curls shook. Blocking out the remains of tears. “I just…he was just the tiniest bit right. No matter what, you’ll never see me as more than a kid. And as much as I’ve tried to accept it, it still hurts to hear.” They confessed. Confiding in the woman for just this one moment. Almost like flipping a switch, they flashed a smile. “But don’t worry about me. I’ll get over it in a few hours.”

Melissa let a frown take over. “Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Belittling your feelings because you think you’re not good enough. As someone who isn’t…amazing with emotions, you’re still allowed to have them. And it doesn’t do you any good by making them so small just because you think it’s what we all want.” Melissa cautiously got closer.

They let their smile fall. “If I cant be with you, then you have to stop chasing after me just to give me a false hope. You’re not playing fair…just like me.”

She didn’t know what to say anymore. Instead she placed her hand atop of theirs. Gaining their eyes. “I know I’m not. But in all honesty it’s hard to not want to chase after you. For two years I tried to get to know you, and anytime you would run or give me some shit answer. I truly thought you hated me. But now? I just don’t know what to do.”

There was a glint of hope in Alex’s brown eyes. Could this be it? “Melissa?” The whispered. Noticing how she inches closer and closer. “But…Gary?”

“He’s not important anymore,” she hummed. She left enough space for them to back up. Not knowing if they were truly ready.

Yet, Alex was more than ready. In a quick manner they grabbed the back of her neck and crashed their lips together. Humming into the feeling and melting instantly.

They couldn’t fully process it even once they pulled back. Alex just kissed their crush. They felt high off the feeling. Trying to hold onto it forever.

Their fingers gently touched their lips. Grinning ear to ear.

Melissa raised an eyebrow at them. A smirk taking over her lips. “It was that good?” She teased.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I tried to describe how good.” Alex couldn’t stop smiling. Just enjoying the moment. “Can I…take you out? Like on a date? Friday night?”

“Where we going?” Melissa folded her arms. Suddenly putting Alex in the spotlight. “Somewhere fancy? Or somewhere cute?”

“Well I know how much you like to cook, and I don’t like going out out. So what about, we cook together? Then that’s our dinner? We could go buy everything together and then go back to either mine or yours, which ever you prefer, and just see where the night goes?”

She let out a soft hum. “I’ll see you Friday night then.” She didn’t say anything else, just casually walked away. Hearing a ‘hell yeah’ being shouted behind the door.

The next day went by slower than usual. Teasing Alex with every minute. Yet the moment the last kid was gone, so we’re they.

Racing home to get ready. Not even bothering to bring in their bags. They just found themselves in their closet.

Failing to even think of an outfit. That’s where Ava came in tho.

“I knew you’d be in here struggling!” She walked in. “Move let me see!”

“How….did you break in?” Alex looked at the woman. “Ok but besides that, do I wear something like sexy or cute?”

“You’re going to hers for making dinner, right? So wear something she’ll have a hard time keeping her hands off of. Cause I’m in beta that y’all definitely getting freaky.” Ava was shifting through their clothes. Gasping when she pulled out a black dress.

It had no back and slits up the sides. A lace trim around the top and a floral design down the front.

“Ava that’s basically lingerie.” They shook their head. “I’m not wearing….welll?”

“It’s not too less and you can through a cardigan over it. Then when you cook take it off and act like you’re not being scandalous. Plain and simple. Why do you have so much lingerie in here anyways?” Ava looked through the expensive sets.

Alex shrugged. “I like feeling fancy. Sometimes I put on a set and dance around the apartment. Sometimes I do it just cause I know I’ll look sexy.” They grabbed the dress and found the bathroom to change.

Coming back and looking better in it than Ava expected. “Now hold on. You can’t be going around lookin sexier than me.” She shook her head.

“I literally would get fired if I wore anything in that closet to school. My school clothes are in the dressers. I don’t even go in my closet for when we go out,” Alex mentioned. Looking at all angles in the mirror. “Are we sure this is the right approach? Cause I have these jeans!”

“No. You look hot, with some of those big socks you usually have and your white shoes? You’re bound to take those shoes off. And let your hair down. Then you’re basically ready. Melissa Schemmenti knows what she want so don’t keep her waiting.” Ava left quickly. Not really giving much more help to the friend.

But Ava knew what she was doing when it was with her friends and what not. She wouldn’t steer anyone wrong. So they had nothing to worry about, right?

That’s what Alex truly thought until getting to the address. The house was stunning just from the outside. Nothing compared to their tiny apartment. One that wouldn’t even hold a cat.

Alex took a few deep breaths while getting out the car. Grabbing their cardigan they left in there earlier and struggling to get it on.

Eventually they stood before the door. It was easy now to turn around and leave. Disappear from the state. Leave no trace of existence. Then the doorbell rang. Once. Then twice. Then on three, the door was opened and there she stood.

The two dressed completely different. It honestly embarrassed Alex for dressing up a bit. Especially when Melissa looked so good in the jeans and green top. The blue button up pulling out her eyes even more. Not as much as the red shirt and leather jacket she wore the other day. But maybe that’s because Alex could always focus on those eyes.

They flushed when they realized they were just standing there. “Right! Sorry! You look amazing! Like more than usual because you honestly always look amazing.”

She showed no reaction but a smirk. Seeing how her presence alone made Alex stutter. “Would you like to come in?” She stepped aside. Seeing the hesitation in the twenty something year old. Realizing she never really knew how old Alex was.

“Your home is really beautiful from the outside.” They complimented while keeping their eyes away from the pictures.

The red head, who looked too good in a ponytail, passes with a hum. “I already went to get things, which honestly wasn’t a lot. Mostly cause I had everything here. But the good places close early so I figured you wouldn’t mind?”

Alex shook their head, “I trust you know where the good ingredients lay. So what are we making?”

Melissa looked over her shoulder. A devious look in her eyes at the first answer she thought of. And Alex wasn’t oblivious to the look. “A small lasagna. Its a family recipe. You might want to loose the cardigan, it can get messy.”

With a nod, they removed the piece. Draping it on the back of the chair furthest from them. Spinning around and grinning at how Melissa was looking at them.

Her eyes taking in everything. From the smooth skin that was revealed and how chocolatey it was. She realized they were beyond what she imagined.

It almost made her sick how she began to feel so nervous. With the cardigan on, her mind didn’t wonder as much. Now she couldn’t keep her mind in one place.

“Mel?” Alex called to her. Letting the intense blush be ignored.

Melissa was still staring. Snapping out of it after a second had passed. “Right! Ok, so I prefer making my own noodles. Unless I’m in a rush, I suck it up, but we’re not so.”

The night went smoothly. The lasagna was made, but not with out subtle touches.

The one moment that lingered in Alex’s head was when they were mixing the cheese’s. Melissa had come up behind them, standing behind them. Her front just slightly pressed against their back.

“You’re mixing wrong,” she had pointed out. Her voice was low and close to their ear.

Slowly, her hands slid over. Leading Alex through the movement. It was a careful gesture. Truly anyone would’ve thought nothing more. But Melissa knew about the crush and how nervous she makes Alex already.

Now they sat on the couch with glasses of wine. From the second bottle that is.

Alex’s phone lit up with a text. It was Ava, but they mainly looked at the time. “I should get going,” they hummed.

Their dazed eyes taking in Melissa. Without noticing their hand reached out to touch her cheek. “You’re so pretty.” They lazily smiled. Feeling how warm the woman suddenly became.

“And you’re tipsy, dare say drunk.” Melissa returned, breaking from the contact. “You should stay the night, it’d be safer.”

Alex shook their head. “If I don’t get home my child will be worried. And I’m just tipsy. I’m not a lightweight like Janine. Who actually almost never drinks.”

“Your child? How old are you even?” Melissa laughed lightly at the claim.

“35, 36 in a few weeks.” Alex shrugged. Pulling on their cardigan. “And he is a very clingy child. Well for a cat, he’s clingy. Its what I get for babying him.”

Melissa stood in the kitchen. Hands on the island and a certain look. “There’s no way you’re 35.”

“1987. Im the oldest child, thats why I’m the only one with an accent besides my parents.” Alex shurgged. “What? You think I was like 23?”

“Yes!” Melissa threw her hands up. “How come you just started at Abbott?” Alex let another shrug go. “Can you stop shrugging?”

“Sorry, I started because I transferred from a different school. What? Is 35 too old for you, Ms. Schemmenti?” Alex teased. Stalking closer and closer.

“No! Its just nobody knew much about you. I mean last week you disappeared and then tell us you’re from Australia. And then soon after you let your accent shine when yelling at Gary.” Melissa flushed. Crimson invading her face.

They kept getting closer. Letting their cardigan slip off their shoulders and onto the floor. A new look in their eyes. One that was about to pull more from the red head.

“I mean, the only one who knew anything was Jacob. And then when you let your accent show, dare say it did things that I’ve never felt. You have a lot of tricks up your sleeves.” She just shook her head. Trying to get it together in her head.

There was silence. Alex was right next to her now. “Do I make you nervous, Schemmenti?” They smirked. Holding the upper hand here.

Melissa stared at them. Eyes fluttering just a bit. “No! Not at all!” She shot down. Being extremely unconvincing.

Alex hummed while backing away. Completely ignoring the cardigan. They collected their bag and got ready to leave.

Not noticing how Melissa got to the door before them. Alex looked up, jumping a bit at how she was there. So close. Flipping the tables.

Melissa was in front of them. The look in her eyes making Alex incredibly nervous. Especially when she kept walking closer, until Alex was against the door.

“You are nothing short of the greatest tease.” She whispered. Her voice dangerously low. “And I failed to tell you how sexy you looked tonight.”

“Melissa…” Alex mumbled. Eyes dropping to her lips.

There were no other words, just a steering kiss. One that made Alex melt in the others hands. It only increased the longer they were there.

Melissa made her way to Alex’s neck. Finding the pulse points in mere seconds. Sucking to with the purpose to show everyone. Earning a quiet, airy moan.

“Mel,” they were cut off by their own gasp. Hands grabbed at anything possible. The dress leaving nothing in between the skin to skin.

“Already begging for me?” Melissa smiled against their neck. But she pulled away. “Let’s not rush this though?” Alex frowned. “I promise, hun. But if we rush it, it might get ruined in between. Next weekend though. Its my turn to plan our date.”

“This is gonna be a weekly thing?” Alex lit up instantly. Melissa nodded getting another kiss in return. “I’ll see you Monday.”

“Bright and early,” Melissa smiled. Watching as they left her home giggling.

When she turned around, she saw the cardigan on the floor. Smirking at who it belonged to.

“Until next week,” she whispered to herself.

#abbot elementary #abbot #elementary school #melissa schemmenti #original character #lisa ann walter

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bbyquokka · 2 years

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You're more than that ۰˚☽˚

➥ pairing: Hyunjin x F!Reader

➥ genre: fluff, smut. MDNI

➥ synopsis: coming home to see Hyunjin heartbroken, you soothe him – in more ways than one.

➥ warnings: smut, unprotected sex, fingering, mentions of people disliking hyunjins new hair, explicit language, creampie, spanking, overstimulation, shower sex, pet names [babe, baby, angel, prince], brief nipple play - if i missed any, lmk!

➥ words: 2.8k

➥ a/n: Inspiration that contributed to the last section. i felt like this fitted well with Hyunjin. i have some fics in the works two of them im excited to start on so look forward to them!

Feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

➥ m.list – ➥ you can also read it on my ao3

Autumn. The time of year where the leaves turn a beautiful yellow-orange. The days get shorter and colder. Halloween is just around the corner. You love autumn but this year, you love it even more.

Why? because not only have you just recently moved in with your current boyfriend, Hyunjin, but it's also comeback season. Him and the rest of the members have worked tirelessly, preparing for the comeback – and with a new comeback means a new image.

Hyunjin came home one day with his hair cut and dyed. You were shocked at first however, you soon grew to adore it. Not only did it fit the concept but it also fit him. Hyunjin knew people would be shocked with it but he hoped people would understand and love it. Majority of people did, however, he soon learnt that not very many people did

Leash in hand, you were on your way back from walking Kkami. You weren't expecting Hyunjin to be home until late/early morning considering it's still promotional season. You went to unlock your apartment door, shocked when you discovered it was unlocked.

"I did lock the door before I left, right?" You asked Kkami, as if he could understand you. He looked at you then at the door, indicating he wanted in – now!

You opened the door, slowly walking inside. You looked at the hanging coats and the shoes and noticed that Hyunjin's were placed in his usual spot. Furrowing your brows, you took your shoes and coat off, taking Kkami's leash off.

You cautiously walked to the living area, jumping slightly when you saw Hyunjin's tall figure sitting on the sofa.

"Gosh babe! You gave me a fright!" You spoke, placing your hand over your heart. Hyunjin simply hummed, his attention on his phone. His thumb moved up his screen, indicating he was scrolling.

You frowned. Walking closer to him your frown softened as you noticed he looked upset and confused.

"Hyunjin?" You spoke softly. His gaze continued on his phone screen, his eyes glossy and wet. Tears pricked his lower lash line and fell down his soft cheeks. Your eyes widened in shock. What could have happened?!

You gently removed his phone from his hand, locking it and throwing it on the sofa beside him. He was still in the clothing he left early this morning, the faint smell of sweat lingering on his skin indicating that he didn't bother to shower or change.

Hyunjin finally looked up at you, his bottom lip quivering as tears fell down his cheeks. You cooed softly, stroking away his tears. You straddled his lap, pulling his head into your chest. The sound of your heart soothing his worries and despair.

"They hate it." He whispered through his soft sobs

"Hate what baby?"

"My hair." You let out a silent sigh, knowing where this was going "They hate it so much. I've seen it all. I've seen all the comments."

"Is that what you were looking at, baby? The comments?" Hyunjin nodded his head slowly, his hands coming around to your back, gripping your clothing like a baby koala.

"You shouldn't torture yourself like that."

"I-I know but it's STAYS! I always want to know their thoughts and opinions."

"I know Hyunjin but some people are not so nice. Those types of people are not worth your time and effort." You kissed the top of his head gently, holding him as close to you as possible.

"Is my hair really that bad? I thought it would have been a good change.." Hyunjin pulled away from your chest as he looked at you with his glossy, tear filled eyes. You cupped his cheeks gently, stroking his skin with your thumb

"Hyunjin. It's not bad, it's perfect!"

"You're just saying that because I'm your boyfriend." Hyunjin mumbles, sighing and looking down at his lap. You lifted his chin up with your finger, forcing him to look in your eyes

"No, I'm not. You should know by now that I tell you what's on my mind and if I don't like something, you will know about it. Sure, it was a shock at first, it's something new! But it's perfect for you, Hyunjin. Besides, you're handsome now matter what you do with your looks. You could have long or short hair, you could even be bald and you'd still look as handsome as ever!"

Hyunjin sniffled, his bottom lip quivering. Fresh tears fell from his eyes as he listened to your loving words.

"R-Really?" You hummed, nodding.

"Really! You're so much more than just looks, Hyunjin. You're a talented man. You sing, rap and dance so well. Your stage presence is suffocating but in a good way. Not only that, but you're so talented at art. Your artwork never fails to blow me away, Hyunjin. Stop doubting yourself and giving all your effort to the people who are so negative on you. Focus your energy on the people that DO care."

"You're right. You're always right." Hyunjin mumbled. You laughed softly, running your fingers through his hair.

"Now let's get go shower, you smell."

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"Hyunjin, I can't." You whimper. The warmth of the shower water beating down on your naked skin. Water droplets dripping from the ends of your hair as your hands are firmly planted against the cold shower wall, hips out as Hyunjin was driving his fingers in and out of your pussy.

It happened so fast. One second you were getting changed, the next your lips were attached to one another is a hungry kiss. Lips and hands roaming each other, taking in every detail of one's skin. Soft moans and grunts mixed with the sound of the shower water beating down on the shower floor

"You can, I know you can." His nimble fingers were working expertly inside you, stroking your soft walls as his fingers curled up, hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. He leant over you, kissing the valley that linked your shoulder and neck together. His plump lips sucked and kissed your delicate skin, leaving purple marks behind.

His free hand travelled down your sides, stroking the curve of your ass before slapping it, harshly. The sound of wet skin and his hand coming into contact with your skin echoed in the bathroom, sounding louder than what it should.

Your body jolted forward at the sudden impact, chest touching the cold tiles. Soft whimpers left your lips with each slap, your cunt clenching around his fingers. Your lower lash line pricked with tears, threatening to spill down your damp cheeks. The force of Hyunjin's hand increases with each slap.

"H-Hyunjin." You hiccupped. The sting became too much to bear. You hung your head low, panting. Hyunjin licked his lips as he saw your ass cheek turning a bright red. He stroked the tender skin, cooing softly.

"Good girl." He whispered, planting a gentle kiss on your shoulder. You looked at him, your lashes wet from your tears.

"More." Your voice tiny, drowned out by the wet sounds of your cunt and the water from the showerhead. Hyunjin growled as he pulled his fingers out of you.

He positioned himself behind you, hands on your hips. You wiggled your hips cheekily, grinning. Hyunjin groaned deeply, grabbing the base of his cock and teasing your entrance with his tip.

"Hyun, don't tease me." You whined.

"And why shouldn't I tease my sweet baby?"

"Because I'm at my limit! It's been so long, Hyun so surely you must be at your limit too? Don't you want me?" You pouted, battering your eyelashes at him from other your shoulder

"Of course I want you!" Hyunjin pushed his length inside you, stopping until he bottomed out. You groaned at the feeling, head kicking back "I always want you, baby. Everyday and every night, you're all I desire."

His hips started off slow and steady, letting you get used to his size. Due to promotions, he has been rather busy and in the process, has been neglecting yours and his own desires. He could feel that with how tight you feel around his cock.

Soft groans formed in the back of his throat as he thrusted slowly. He so badly wanted to go hard and fast, but you're fragile and precious to him. He wants to savour the moment. You closed your eyes slowly getting used to his size. Soft moans and pants left your lips as you hung your head low, gaze falling at the puddle of water beneath your feet.

"More, faster!" You shakily called out. Hyunjin gripped your hips tightly in his hands, his thrusts increasing in power and speed. The sound of wet skin slapping against each other mixed with the water and your moans.

"Ah fuck Hyun. S-So good." Hyunjin groaned as he leaned over you. His teeth grazed across the skin of your shoulder before he planted lazy kisses. You tilted your head to the side, allowing more access. His teeth sunk into the flesh, a hiss of pain and pleasure escaping your lips.

Hyunjin removed one hand from your waist, letting it travel up your side and to your breast. He cupped it gently, squeezing and flicking your sensitive nipple. Your body jolted slightly at the new pleasure, your bottom lip caught between your teeth, hands balled into fists against the cold tiles.

"You feel so good around me. I've missed this so much!" Hyunjin groaned against your skin. You hummed, purposefully clenching around his cock making him whimper softly.

"Me too, Hyun. You've been so busy lately, I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you too, baby. I'm sorry, I've been neglecting you, haven't I?" You turned your head to the side, making eye contact with him. You pouted, nodding slowly. Hyunjin bit his lip, your glossy eyes and faint blush making his cock twitch.

"I'm sorry angel." Hyunjin pulled out most of his length, leaving just the tip inside. You whined, wiggling your hips to try and push more of him inside. Hyunjin laughed softly before repositioning himself and pushing his length back inside you, hitting your sweet spot instantly.

You moaned out loud as Hyunjin continued to thrust against your spot. His cock stroking your soft walls as his tip hit your spot over and over again. Your legs soon started shaking, threatening to give up. Nothing but soft pants and empty words left your mouth as Hyunjin looked down at you, satisfied with your reaction.

"H-Hyunjin. I can't. It's so much, it's so good." Hyunjin grabbed onto your shoulders using it as leverage. You didn't think it was possible but his thrusts became more powerful and faster. You felt the back of your thighs slowly getting sore, your back aching from the position you're in.

"Gosh, I can never get over how good you feel around me, baby. This cunt remembers me so well, I love it!" Hyunjin growled. You whimpered loudly at his words, the knot in the pit of your stomach slowly forming.

Hyunjin felt this with how tight you had a hold of his cock, making it increasingly difficult for him to be consistent. His hands travelled down your sides, resuming their earlier position on your hips.

"Oh gosh, Hyunjin. I think–"

"I know, baby. I can feel it. It's okay, you can cum. Cum for me baby, show me how much you've missed my touch."

You whimpered, the knot in your stomach snapping. Your orgasm washed over you as your cunt contracted and released around Hyunjin's cock. Your legs shook and if it wasn't for Hyunjin keeping a firm grip on you, you'd be on the floor.

A sting of fucks left your lips as you calmed down, only then did you realise that Hyunjin was still thrusting into you. You whimpered loudly, the oversensitivity consuming your body.

"H-Hyun-"

"I know baby, I know but you can take it. I know you can. You're such a good girl for me." You squeezed your eyes shut, reaching behind you. Hyunjin smirked, grabbing both your wrists from behind. He held a tight grip on them, using them as leverage as he thrusted. Your body shook and jolted at the impact, your breast bouncing with each ruthless thrusts.

You could no longer moan but instead whimper. The oversensitivity was too much for you to bear, it was making you sweat and tremble. Hyunjin's movements soon faltered, becoming sloppy and uncoordinated.

"B-Baby." he spoke, struggling to keep his composure. His eyes squeezed shut, his breathing laboured. Your bodies slick with sweat from the activities plus the humid air that caved you both, making it difficult for you to breath.

"I-Inside." You cried out. One finally thrust and a grunt from Hyunjin, he was emptying himself inside you. Your cunt clenched around him encouraging him to milk himself inside you. You hummed at the feeling, Hyunjin shallowly thrusting, chasing his high.

Soft pants left his lips as he coated your walls white. Once calm, he let go of your wrists letting them dangle down your sides as you caught your breath. His cock turning soft inside you as he pulled out slowly, his liquids plus yours slowly falling down your thighs.

As Hyunjin stood back, you felt your legs giving up completely. Thanks to his reflexes, he caught you just in time, making you laugh. Your body ached. Your back and thighs screaming at you as your pussy felt swollen and sensitive from overuse.

"Sorry baby." Hyunjin mumbled, feeling somewhat guilty. You shook your head, kissing him sweetly.

"Don't be sorry, my prince. I enjoyed it just as much as you did." Hyunjin smiled softly, kissing your lips sweetly "Now, help me clean up. The humid air is making me feel dizzy."

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Hyunjin was sitting on your dressing table chair dressed in nothing but boxer shorts. You stood between his legs, dressed in your favourite panties and a spaghetti strap vest. Towel in hand, you were drying Hyunjin's hair.

"Do you really like my hair?" You looked down at him, removing the towel from his head to reveal his gentle and perfect features. His eyes looking up at you with so much love and admiration.

You smiled softly at him, your own eyes filling up with love as your heart swelled with admiration for the beautiful man. The way he was looking up at you reminded you of a small puppy dog, begging for a treat. You stroked his soft cheeks, humming softly at him.

"Of course I do. it's stunning on you." Hyunjin hummed in thought before speaking

"But –" He swallowed, wondering whether he should speak.

"Go ahead, hun. Tell me, what's on your mind?"

"Why can't others? Why can't other people see past my looks. I'm more than looks and it upsets me that people don't realise or refuse to."

"You're 100% right, my prince. You are more than looks. But some people just refuse to believe that. There are some people, my love, that thrive of other people's misery. Those people, you stay away from. Those people, you don't invest your precious time and energy on, because it will consume your mind."

"Then, what do I do? Ignore them?"

"Yes." You replied bluntly. "You invest all that positive energy on people that care for you, Hyunjin."

"Like you?" You smiled softly at him, nodding slowly.

"Me, Kkami, your family, your members, STAYS. We all have different relations to you, but one thing we all have in common is that we love you, in more ways than one. We know the real you. We know how extraordinary you are, Hyunjin. They're the people that matter the most."

Hyunjin smiled softly, feeling reassured. You continued to dry his hair of any left over moisture, squealing when you felt his fingers pinch your ass softly.

"Hyun!" You whined, slapping his gently with the towel. Hyunjin laughed as you resumed your task. He didn't notice until now but his eyes were level with your breasts. He could see the perfect roundness and fullness you have to offer as well as your hard nipples poking through the material of your vest.

"Fuck." He whispered, cock twitching in his boxer shorts. You looked down at him as he grabbed your waist, pulling onto his lap so you was straddling him, before pulling you flush against his naked skin.

You dropped the towel on the floor, you eyes level with one another. Hyunjin's eyes glossy and dark with lust and want.

"Hyun." You whispered.

"I need more of you. It wasn't enough. You're intoxicating, addictive. The more I have of you, the more I crave. I shouldn't have bitten into the forbidden fruit because now, I'm addicted to you. Your sweet, honey taste coats my taste buds, fills my veins with adrenaline. Fuck, what do I do to fulfil this aching desire?"

You whimpered at his words, his lips sucking and kissing your skin. You held onto his shoulder, humming softly before lifting his head up to look at you. You leant in, lips ghosting over his own

"You give in. Fulfil your heart's desires with indulgence, Hyunjin. Use me, indulge in me, taste me all you like. I'm here for the taking."

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wizard-finix · 1 month

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Ao3 tag game!

THANKS @ragecndybars FOR THE TAG I APPRECIATE IT

*cracks knuckles* lets do this

How many works do you have on AO3?

24 works! I would have never expected to have that many 5 years ago, hahaha

What's your total AO3 word count?

186,291! oh wow, almost 200k!! (unsurprisingly PT minato takes up over a third of that LMAO)

How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they?

10 fandoms! I'm counting Persona 3, 4, and 5 and separate, but I'm grouping all the Zelda fandoms together since it's all Linked Universe fic.

Here's the breakdown!

The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms (6)

Persona 5 (5)

Persona 3 (5)

SPY x FAMILY (Anime) (3)

Wizard101 (Video Game) (3)

SPY x FAMILY (Manga) (3)

Runescape (Video Games) (3)

Pirate101 (Video Game) (3)

Persona 4 (2)

The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom (2)

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga (1)

Star Wars - All Media Types (1)

The Legend of Zelda: Hyrule Warriors (1)

Top five fics by kudos:

The Ghost of Mementos/Stygian Ringlet (Persona3/5) - to the surprise of absolutely no one, since this is currently my longest fic. I'm very happy with Stygian Ringlet being the top because I love my boys :)

True Crime Special on the Midnight Channel (Persona 4/5) - my Ren has a TV Dungeon fic! also very proud of the dungeon concept for this one, I really need to finish the last two chapters

Dark Clouds on the Horizon (Linked Universe/TOTK) - I feel like this one got a lot of momentum partially because it was directly in the wake of TOTK's release, but I'm happy with how it turned out :)

Strangers Are Just Friends You Haven't Met (Persona 3/SPY x FAMILY) - this was a collab series with mewrose and a few others in the marigolds discord! we were throwing ideas at the wall to see what stuck and I really had a lot of fun with Shinjiro-related prompts, because I LOVE him and hitting him with the isekai baseball bat into a universe with Anya brings me great joy

Salt Tears and Raindrops (Linked Universe/TOTK) - directly related to Dark Clouds, and I'm glad people enjoyed good ol' fashioned angst >:) (I do need to post more of my wips, I do have a couple more roleswap AU wips that I want to post)

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I almost always do because I really appreciate them and its my way of saying thanks for the comment! If I don't comment it's because I lost track of it or because I can't think of a response.

What's the fic with the angstiest ending you've ever written?

Probably Salt Tears and Raindrops. I was in a Mood and decided to go for the tried-and-true method of putting fictional characters I like through the emotional wringer. That's how I got the rough draft for this fic :)

Do you write crossovers?

*looks at my persona fics and recent LU fics*

...I think it's safe to say most of my fics these days fall under crossovers lmao

Have you ever gotten hate on a fic?

I wouldn't say I have? One or two comments that came off as rude, but no actual hate, thankfully. If I did, I forgot about it. I've been blessed by wonderfully nice readers <3

Do you write smut?

Nope. I don't read it, so I wouldn't know how to write it anyway.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of? I sure hope not.

I have seen a couple short fics slightly imitate Ghost of Mementos though, which I thought was really sweet that they liked it enough to inspire their own writing.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, but I'd definitely be open to it!

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

RYOMINA. Hands down. I love them so much, I am so mentally unwell about these two

What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

My two Runescape fics, Whispers in the Temple and Welcome to the Jungle. I absolutely loved going hogwild with rewriting old quests in Runescape, but I psyched myself out of Welcome to the Jungle because I got overly anxious about accidentally doing bad representation.

(in hindsight, it probably wouldn't have been as big a deal as I thought; it's hard to make it worse considering how bad Legend's Quest was with the british-african stereotypes. that quest DID NOT age well.)

I also want to finish Snake in the Grass; that was my first attempt at a genuine mystery plot and I really liked playing with Warriors in that fic in the context of the gang trying to figure out who the heck is trying to murder him.

What are your writing strengths?

I feel like I'm pretty good at dialogue! I try to make sure it matches the character's speech patterns and personality. Really well-written dialogue can tell you who's speaking without actually telling who it is. (For example, the way I write them: Minato speaks as few words as possible and has very little filter with his observations when he does share them, and Shinjiro is pretty rough around the edges, with shortened words and the occasional swear. Warriors is good with words and wit, but he has a certain military-esque directness and doesn't dance around the topic.)

I do try hard to keep the plot clear and understandable over everything else, so probably that as well.

Also, now that I think about it, maybe fight sequences? I don't do them much, but I do enjoy the challenge of making a clear sequence of what happens in a fight and trying to make it understandable. Fight sequences are easy to skip or gloss over, but I think of them like their own miniature plot. What happens? What surprises are there? What are their movesets? How do they get the upper hand? (and of course, what looks cool as fuck)

What are your writing weaknesses?

Time management. I tend to over-proofread since I beta my own work, and often I'll go back to tweak stuff if I had additional thoughts to add to it, or extra insight. Lately, it takes longer to write chapters than I'd like.

Also, dialogue-heavy scenes often get very chaotic in my WIPs because of the way I rough out fics. I'll throw together a bunch of dialogue bits I think would be cool to include, and sometimes they'll clash or get really messy, especially if there's lots of characters (looking at the latest two chapters of Stygian Ringlet)

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fics?

I think it's cool! It adds flavor to fics. If it's more than one short phrase though, or if it's story important, then I do prefer that there is a translation in the author's notes. I haven't done any non-English dialogue in fics, save for one memorable adventure into trying to figure out how Latin grammar structure works for a character that didn't speak English.

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Wizard101 and Pirate101. I was obsessed with those two for YEARS. I really, really liked pirate stories in high school, and having a cast of crewmates that accompany you throughout the game really inspired me to write my first fic featuring my OC. (I was also into One Piece at the time, but I never wrote for it.)

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written so far?

Stygian Ringlet. It's really dear to my heart. I have poured so much love and effort into that fic, and the reception on it has completely blown me away.

THANKS FOR THE TAG!! Uhhhmmm for tags I'm going to go with @skyward-floored, @catreginae and @breannasfluff (but only if you want to!! no obligation of course)

and of course any other writers that want to do it as well!! go forth

#cici speaks #tagged #tag game #my god this is long if you read this I salute and respect you

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Unpopular Opinion: Island of the Slaughtered doesn't make much sense to me honestly... I don't hate it, but the serial killer wouldn't last a day after there's revealed to be one on the island... Because Chef is a psycho that probably went to war and would snap the killer like a twig... Or Chef and Chris would get guns and shoot the killer down... Also, some of the contestants are strong enough to take down wild animals... The killer wouldn't stand a chance against their combined forces... Plus in canon, Chris and Chef did try to save Gwen from a killer (and Gwen defeated the killer)! XD

Island of the Slaughtered was actually what initially drew me back in to Total Drama as a whole, which is ironic because the AU itself kind of got overshadowed by the source material for me.

I like the concept, and the execution is really good too, but I haven't really interacted with the AU at all besides following the Tiktok uploads when they dropped last year. So please excuse me if anything I say here is inaccurate.

But I'm fairly certain that a pivotal plot point of the AU itself is the fact that both Chris and Chef abandon the campers on the island at the first sign of foul play; Chef wouldn't be there to fight off the killer. And that's not exactly out of character for them either- both Chris and Chef are shown throughout canon to not care for the safety and wellbeing of the contestants, and the two of them would believably prioritise their own wellbeing over the campers' survival.

And as far as the strong contestants go, the only characters in Island who would really stand a chance against an active serial killer would be the likes of Eva, Izzy and maybe Duncan- who all survive the massacre because the killer never targets them. I don't know if that's a sign of intelligence on the killer's part or pure coincidence, but it's true nonetheless.

Courtney later shows off her physical prowess in Action, but throughout Island there's nothing to indicate that she could take on a serial killer alone. Since the AU is based in the canon of Island, she doesn't count as a "strong" camper. In the same vein, DJ is very strong, but he's also a 'gentle giant' who's hesitant to cause physical harm to anyone- he wouldn't have the courage to confront the killer.

In the AU itself, the killer works more as an ambush predator than your stereotypical "hunt and kill" murderer; the only time a contestant is ever killed is when they stray from the pack. A huge aspect of this AU is "safety in numbers", the only time someone ever dies is when they're alone and/or in a vulnerable position. This implies that the killer themself is never too far away from the cast; they're always watching, hidden in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to pick off the weakest links as they stray too far from the safety of their group.

Would it have made more sense for the group to attack the killer as a united front (allowing the likes of Eva, Izzy and Duncan to subdue/kill them in turn)? Probably. But at the end of the day, these are frightened teenagers- they're not going to think logically when they're being hunted for sport. They're going to follow the safest route of their continued survival, which in this case is remaining together as a tight knit group and waiting to be rescued from the island.

I, personally, think the plot of the AU makes a lot of sense when you consider the above factors. And, of course, because it's a Horror AU- you'd need to suspend a lot of the cartoon logic to make it somewhat believable, which includes the fact that Gwen canonically 'takes down' the real killer by insulting him. That kind of stuff wouldn't fit the tone of the IotS AU.

Not that I'm saying you have to like it. You're entitled to your opinion! This is just how I understand the AU.

#now that i'm thinking about it i should probably read through iots again #it was a really cool and unique concept at the time! plus the art was stunning #total drama #island of the slaughtered #ophe rambling #meta analysis #others' hot takes #replies

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For my youth interview

Cw: Dark!! Mentions of past abus*ve relationship(physical and sexual), suicidal attempts, past pedophilia(kai was the victim), mentions of infertility, drinking problems, let me know if there is any I missed

Taglist: @mynameisnotlaura

Px: Annyeong! My name is Pixie from straykids, but you may call me Kai. (She waves at the camera and blows it kisses)

Q: What is "For my youth" about?

Px: For my youth... it's a very raw, emotional part of myself. I try and make sure my image before now is the silly kind, I hate seeing anyone in pain or sad, so I don't like showing my emotions other than positive ones.

Px: I never had a good grasp of emotions growing up. My childhood was cut short because of me becoming a trainee, and I was not able to come to terms with my emotions through puberty. While other trainees at least had some semblance of a social life, I was always training or too busy teaching others to actively partake in regular emotional stability.

Px: so in a way, For my Youth is therapy?(She laughs) it's basically a love letter to myself.

Q: Who is the ex you talk about in your songs?

Px: Oh my (she blushes, holding her cheek, embarrassed) he was my first relationship I had. I was fifteen and he was... late into being nineteen?

Px: Don't look at me like that. So many people look at me with pity when I tell them that, and I hate being regarded with pity. (She sighs)

Px: It was... not a good relationship. We fought constantly. We were both jealous of the other's time away. I would be training with Chan and he would get so... angry. I had threatened the girls he was talking to, it was not a fun thing. I felt so.. ugly when I was with him.

Px: He had a massive drinking problem. Some days he would come to the dorm and...(her eyes glossed over at the memory) ...I'd rather not speak of it.

Px: Whenever I was able to have my phone, he would only let me talk to him. He was able to talk to whoever he wanted, but I was lucky if I was even allowed to talk to my mother once a month. The relationship lasted a year and I was only able to talk to my parents... about a collective two times? One during Easter and one during Chuseok.

Px: (she clears her throat) Back then, I was so blinded by love of this... man. He was so sweet one minute, and then he would be violent. I can't tell you how many times he forced himself upon me, that now it's hard to say whether I would be able to have kids (she laughs bitterly) which really sucks because my dream was to be a mother. (She tilts her head back to avoid the tears to fall)

Q: Why did you include a song such as Bullet in For my Youth

Px: Ah, Bullet... it was originally supposed to be a Stray Kids song but we decided not to because of the very dark concept it had. I still have the demo of the us singing it together (she laughs softly)

Px: I wrote it before I joined JYP at thirteen. I was twelve and I really enjoyed listening to bands like MCR and Guns and Roses. It was the time where I would hurt myself, I still have the scars from the time. Not physically but...

Px: The second time I revised it was back in 2022, right after my second attempt. I was so depressed after my parents passing that I didn't even think about the effect it would have on my family and especially my brother. I was very depressed, I think the most I was in my life. I blame myself, y'know. And don't say it wasn't, because they wouldn't have died if that guy wasn't a "fan" of mine.

Px: I think that's the irony of Bullet. The happy tone of me singing shows how us idols, especially women, have to be all happy on the outside while we all have problems.

Q: What is the biggest message you want people to take away from your album?

Px: funny answer or serious answer? (She pauses) serious answer? That you can overcome anything. You are much stronger than you look, and you may be the reason a friend is still with you today. Don't make your past your present, and don't ever make it your future. You are so much more than your past.

Bonus:

Px: Funny answer? Capitalise your trauma and cry on company time. (Winks)

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Imagine if Voyager truly cared about what B'Elanna and Seven wanted, like. once in seven years? For all the screentime Seven gets, it's never about what she wants, just what she has to do in order to fit in better, and B'Elanna... well. She truly gets shit from everyone for no reason whatsoever.

One of the main reasons why I would've love for them to interact more is that, for all their mutual annoyance, somehow they aren't as dismissive with each other as others are with them. Seven is a an arrogant little shit but she apologizes to B'Elanna very frequently when B'Elanna expresses her annoyance, more than most other characters generally do with B'Elanna honestly! And Seven seems to notice pretty quickly when B'Elanna is upset too, which always makes me raise my eyebrows because we're constantly told Seven is not very socially smart... she is though, once she starts learning. B'Elanna in turn only tells Seven to cut it out when she crosses a line and is not at all about giving her a lesson in 'humanity' or whatever.

@nebulouscoffee left some tags that made me think last night:

#on rewatch especially!! I noticed how much the script kept telling me these two hated each other #but they so rarely ever really came off that way? #and even when they did it always felt so... idk Scripted

And I totally agree with this. Voyager to me is a fundamentally unselfaware show, especially when it comes to B'Elanna: we're told things about her by other characters, but those never, ever gel very well with how she acts, how she expresses her feelings, how justified she she is in being irritated when others treat her like anything she says or does is unreasonable. On a lesser degree Seven is also treated that way; constantly, constantly told 'this is how you need to act', 'this is what you need to learn', 'this what it means to be human' and punished every time she's not good at it which is inevitable because literally no one else (except B'Elanna! or maybe Harry, although he is exempt from sexist tropes) is held to the same impossible standards. And Seven tries very hard every time! But of course the show is convinced that she needs to be taken down a peg in order to become 'a real woman' (yikes).

The way the show wants to present B'Elanna and Seven together is always 'look how catty they are with each other (wink wink)', and imho it isn't different from what's going on with them taken singularly. We're told they don't like each other, but what is shown to me is... way more nuanced, especially taking into consideration how they both fit (and not fit) within the ship. In a way, the way they relate to one another is the most honest rapport either of them have on Voyager. They don't really want anything from one another, they aren't thinking about fundamentally changing the other so their lives can be easier (again, when B'Elanna gets annoyed with Seven she only reiterates her own boundaries). Granted the show makes awful jokes at their expense sometimes (“Infinite Regress” and the cold open of “Someone to Watch Over Me” come to mind) but show me a character or a relationship on Voyager who is exempt from this kind of deeply uncomfortable and not actually very funny situation.

I truly believe that exploring this relationship more could have given them some much needed space. Space is a concept I always come back to when I think of B'Elanna and Seven, because I think both of them (especially B'Elanna) needed more of it to be themselves on their own terms for once. And I'm not talking necessarily about minutes of screentime—I'm talking about the writing being less sexist and racist, being less enamored with the idea of conformity, caring about them as characters and not as props in the absurd sexist, idiosyncratic fantasies of a 90s production: even beside Seven's horrible biosuit, B'Elanna is so often 'the girlfriend who doesn't understand what the protagonist is going through and will be insulted onscreen', it makes me genuinely mad!

Obviously I'm not exactly wishing Voyager had actually done it, because again, totally unselfaware writing all the time, but thinking about B'Elanna and Seven interacting always leads me to think about how they could both let each other simply be, even if they would still likely annoy the shit out of each other. And I wouldn't ever want to change that, honestly: willful women deserve to be themselves, that's all.

#b7 #anyway. justice for 'difficult' women #possibly to be found with each other #this is my ethos #voy #'difficult' is in quotes because neither b'elanna nor seven are actually difficult to me!#i'm waaay more difficult than either of them honestly

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CHERRYADE: TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE? Song Kyumin. Jul 1, 2021.

JAGUAR have emerged from their two-year period of almost complete radio silence with news that has shocked many—or perhaps a little less than many, because you can’t really expect to rise from the dead and still have millions of fans at your beck and call, ready to lap up any scraps you throw them. A new boy group is on the way, and their name is CHERRYADE. Something too sweet to drink all in one go, but too carbonated to sit on the tongue comfortably after just one sip. It seems rather on-brand for a company that has so far fed us one group that hated each other’s guts, one soloist who kicked the chair after one (1) album that tanked, and a duo who I’m still not sure were hate-fucking or making attempts on the other’s life every time the camera turned.

This time, though, they’re not unveiling their (sure-to-be devastatingly attractive) members one-by-one from wherever they’d been hiding them, as per the last three attempts. Neither are they shoving their undebuted faces in our faces with countless social media accounts or endlessly boring introduction videos. Instead, JAGUAR have made the decision to protect the idol-environment and reuse some of our past favourites, taking them from one unknown group to another. Aren’t we lucky.

This isn’t a new (or even particularly exciting) concept. You may recognise the formula from STRMRUNNER Media, who chose trainees from only the top companies to shove together in a now-superstar group named SO(U)L. JAGUAR CEO Ae Seungdae must have witnessed the success the seven have seen and decided he wanted a piece of the pie. They even share the same amount of members. But I doubt they’ll be greeting each other at any music shows or posting any cutesy selcas on Twitter, because some of the boys selected for this ‘supergroup’ of sorts aren’t known to be the nicest.

First, JAGUAR reached out to FNC and asked if they would miss SLOW MOTION’s leader KIL DOYEON terribly. The answer must’ve been no, as he’s rumoured to be the appointed leader of CHERRYADE also. Next on the list was METRONOME MEDIA’s DUAN JIEYANG (more commonly known as DJ) and JEON HAEIL from almost-forgotten group ALGORHYTHM, who had been in hot water previously for alleged physical fights breaking out between leader DAEHOON and youngest LEVI—who, funnily enough, left the group and ended up in SLOW MOTION not long after.

The higher-ups didn’t have to look too hard for the next couple of members, as they were right there in their pockets anyway. QIAO YIJUN and AHN JAEHEE (once an actor) from BONSOIR were next on the roster, and the general consensus on that was that it was certainly an.. interesting choice to make. They were the two that seemed to despise each other the most, after all.

Next is one that may surprise some. HWAN MINHUI (or GOGO, as many know and love him as) was recruited from SM’s smallest sub-unit NCT DRIFT. Reactions were mixed, but the largest question of all was why. Alas, it doesn’t seem like JAGUAR is going to be holding a press conference anytime soon to answer that burning inquiry. There’s far too much on their plates for that, what with trying to get all these complete strangers to act civil with each other and all.

The last member of CHERRYADE is the only new face that we’re receiving. Not much is known about him except his name, LEE HASUN, and that he’s the youngest of the lot. Let’s hope he doesn’t receive the same treatment as JAEHEE did, because otherwise this ‘supergroup’ might last even less time than all of JAGUAR’s other ventures combined. And we wouldn’t want that, of course. Or would we?

Whatever the public may think of them, the one thing that is certain is that JAGUAR won’t care. Their age old motto of ‘any press is good press’ has lasted them far too long for them to be doing anything like reassessing their values or realigning their morals. Hell, some have even been saying that accused nepo baby BONSOIR manager HONG JAEYOUNG has found his new place as CHERRYADE’s handler, so from that alone it doesn’t sound like they’re going to be off to a spectacularly great start public-opinion wise.

The group are making their debut on August 1st, 2021—a mere month from now. What they’re releasing is still a mystery (a single? An EP? A mini-album? I’m as clueless as you are), but what we do know is that it’s going to be called DOUBLE DIP. I can vaguely glean the concept they’re going for from the name alone. Teeth-rotting, sugary goodness. The type of stuff that makes your mouth feel heady and vision swim. Or your ears bleed, depending on your opinion on the type of music that JAGUAR has put out thus far. Their styling seems to be heading in the same direction, as the explosion of colour that makes up their seconds-long teaser video is reminiscent of a handful of candy scooped up into the hands of an eager child.

CHERRYADE marks JAGUAR’s fourth attempt at an idol presence. Most of the hard work has been done for them, what with them lifting most of the members from other groups, but that in no way means they won’t meet the same failed fate as all of their predecessors. I feel that most deciding to follow the group will be doing so more out of morbid curiosity rather than genuine excitement for the content they’ll produce, and music they’ll put out. Right now they seem more like a ticking time bomb set to explode in an array of violently bright colours and burnt sugar than a group of boys that’ll be loved by the masses.

But maybe I’m wrong. Maybe CHERRYADE will be the success JAGUAR has so sorely been wanting, and for more reasons than how many times they’ve been caught smoking or leaving shady love hotels in the earliest hours of the morning. Maybe the seven will actually grow to like each other, and they’ll replace the previous reputation they held—of catty and spiteful boys who were there for the money and to make the lives of people they didn’t like as unpleasant as possible—with one that paints them as genuine, likeable people. We’ll just have to wait and see.

DOUBLE DIP. Whatever it turns out to be, it’s dropping August 1st, 2021, at 2PM KST. Do make sure to tune in, if you want to see what all the fuss is about.

Or don’t. I suppose I wouldn’t blame you.

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TWST: Hot Pot/K-BBQ

[Synopsis]: All eight dorms trying Hot Pot/K-BBQ.

[(A/N)]: The family and I went out for Hot Pot during New Year’s Eve in which this idea popped up because I don’t think anyone else thought of this.

[TW]: Some cursing in the HCs and food.

[Edit]: There would be some changes to the writing as I realized there’s some grammatical errors needing to be fixed.

HEARTSLABYUL

Riddle Rosehearts

A first-timer as the concepts of cooking for yourselves at a restaurant is completely foreign to him.

Still new to everything, he probably tried to count how long the food is supposed to cook and/or what to combine which sauces unless there’s a guide to mixing up the franchise’s signature dipping sauce.

Overall he’ll definitely enjoy the experience.

Unless a certain duo ruins the moment.

Trey Clover

Obviously the “unofficial chef” of the group.

Helps orders most of the food for everyone and the other members pitch in for what they want to try.

Has to remind everyone not to forget to eat their vegetables.

He may have more than one dipping sauce from the sauce bar.

Definitely has interesting combinations of food during Hot Pot/K-BBQ.

Cater Diamond

The one who recommended trying out Hot Pot/K-BBQ.

The type who would try out the viral trends involving these kind of eateries like the Meat Strip twirling trend. (Totally did not accidentally flung his strip somewhere at somebody’s face.)

If there’s Hot Pot, he’s ordering the spiciest broth; if there’s K-BBQ, he’s ordering the spiciest marinated meat. Either spicy Bulgolgi or Samgyeopsal.

He takes many pictures and records everything for MagiCam.

Ace Trappola

Most definitely orders more meat/seafood until Trey reminded him to eat his greens.

He would be impatient waiting for the food to be safe to consume.

Would definitely attempt to take one bite of a lettuce wrap. (He almost choked-)

He would fight against Deuce for the last piece of Kobe beef.

Deuce Spade

Would try anything if he likes it or not.

Definitely would order 계란찜 [Gyeran Jjim] [Korean steamed egg] as one of the side dishes.

Planning on taking his mother and grandmother out for Hot Pot/K-BBQ next time.

Would also fight against Ace for the last Kobe beef until Riddle scolded the two.

SAVANACLAW

Leona Kingscholar

We already know this motherfucker hates vegetables so he only orders from the meat section of the menu.

Probably goes to an high-end Hot Pot/K-BBQ restaurant.

Definitely has Ruggie in charge of cooking the food.

Doesn’t really order side dishes.

Ruggie Bucchi

Oh, he hit the jackpot.

He would order something expensive and new because the Savanaclaw Dorm Leader is paying for everything.

Put in charge by Leona to cook the food and also getting the dipping sauces.

If allowed, he’ll ask the waiter/waitress to pack some leftovers so they’re sent to his granny and the other kids back home.

Jack Howl

Actually enjoying the experience.

He’ll order assorted meat and vegetables moderately while also creating his own dipping sauce of his liking.

Waits patiently for the food to be ready to consume.

Would go again, but next time with the First Year gang.

OCTAVINELLE

Azul Ashengrotto

Absolutely coming up with new ideas for the Monstro Lounge while trying out Hot Pot/K-BBQ.

He’ll order whatever he thought would be a new idea as a upcoming concept for the menu back in his business.

If it’s Hot Pot, I can see him ordering a Miso-based broth.

He would absolutely strike up a deal with the restaurant’s owner if they can collaborate with their establishment and the Monstro Lounge.

Jade Leech

One word. Seafood. (Minus any conger eel.)

With Hot Pot, he’ll order some wood ear fungi (plus other assorted mushroom) and let me tell you, they tasted amazing while having a crunchy texture.

With K-BBQ, King Oyster mushrooms (or any available edible fungi) with everything. (Unless he somehow snuck his shrooms in.)

He has patience for the food to be ready to consume.

Floyd Leech

Orders mostly seafood, especially a ton of shrimp related items like Shrimp paste balls, prawns, etc.

Also waits impatiently for his food to be ready.

Has ordered some side dishes to munch on.

He would also try doing one bite of a lettuce wrap. (Not surprisingly, he didn’t choke.)

SCARABIA

Kalim al Asim

Absolutely having a great time trying an experience where you cook food in front of you.

He’s the one asking if the food is ready yet.

Kalim: Is it ready? How about now? What about now?

Has to be careful not to burn himself as he’s basically cooking up close.

Very generous to paying for everything. (Staff members having a pay day.)

Jamil Viper

We already know he’s the “chef” during the experience.

He also has to taste-test the food if there’s no poison or anything lethal to harm Kalim.

Has the best dipping sauce out of everyone in the HCs.

He probably added his own spices in his broth/the meat during K-BBQ.

POMEFIORE

Vil Schöenheit

Last time he went out in public to a Hot Pot/K-BBQ, all franchises of the name were packed with his fans.

Most likely went to a high-end Hot Pot/K-BBQ restaurant like Leona.

He’ll order an herbal-based/a vegetarian broth and more on vegetables than meat.

He would shower three times as this is a downside for this type of meal, every time after you have Hot Pot/K-BBQ, you would reek of smoky barbecue and strong broth smells.

Rook Hunt

He would voluntarily be the “chef” for Vil.

Would likely to ordered something like coagulated pigs blood. (Why? Probably because it reminds him of his favorite food, Liver pâté.) [(A/N): Also don’t be weirded out from this HC because that’s what I grew up eating with whenever I have hot pot.]

He would praise everything. The food, the atmosphere, the service, and the staff members.

He also needs to shower three times because if he decides to roam around doing his “hobby”, it’s better to not let anyone know where he’s hiding.

Epel Felmier

This country boy is having a great time of his life.

Meat is his favorite so he orders a lot of it, but got scolded by Vil to not forget his veggies.

Like Ace and Floyd, he tried to one shot a whole lettuce wrap. (He barely swallowed.)

He tries to not shower as he doesn’t smell anything, but everyone else can so off to the showers he goes. No protests with Vil.

IGNIHYDE

Idia Shroud

We already know this guy is extremely anxious of going outside without the sanctuary of his room, so he used the equivalent of DoorDash to order Hot Pot/K-BBQ.

He’s picky to some of the food, but gets scolded by Ortho for that.

Would have an effective built-in ventilation system to get rid of lingering smells.

Would order again for a Pre-game meal.

Ortho Shroud

He’s just analyzing the food like from the Culinary Event.

Searches interesting facts about Hot Pot and K-BBQ.

Would find recommendations of different franchises.

Scolds his Nii-san for not getting a balanced meal.

DIASOMNIA

Malleus Draconia

Never had Hot Pot/K-BBQ before because…you know. Uninvited and stuff like that.

Had found out from the other Dorm Leaders during their usual meetings and chatted about their times while dining with their dorm mates.

Now he wants to join and luckily found a decent restaurant to try out with the others.

If there is an ice cream bar at the restaurant, he’s down for it.

Lilia Vanrouge

Oh my god, this old fae would have a blast.

You can imagine he’ll order the most oddest choices from the menus. (Like Coagulated pigs blood, pig brains, Gopchang, chicken hearts, etc.) [(A/N): I need to clarify that not all Hot Pot/K-BBQ places have these items I named off of and as a reminder, most of everything I mentioned is what I grew up eating. It’s part of my culture.]

He would have the most smelliest broth for Hot Pot.

Afterwards, he’ll pack some leftovers and would use them for his cooking.

Lilia: Leftovers for the next few days!

Malleus, Silver, & Sebek: *Sweating bullets*

Silver

This sleepy prince would fall asleep while waiting for the food be cooked.

Would order something for his own, even though Lilia insisted on ordering some items. (You already know what bat daddy will get.)

If there’s Hot Pot, I see him getting a something simple like mushroom broth. (Which is an option at a restaurant I went to with the fam.)

I can totally see him having a food coma after the meal.

Sebek Zigvolt

He would try Hot Pot/K-BBQ because Waka-sama also wants to try out the experience. (Fucking simp follower.)

Definitely orders salmon as a start.

Tries to stomach what Lilia offers from his plate.

Needs to shower afterwards if he doesn’t want to reek of barbecue/hot broth during his knightly duties.

Ramshackle ft. Miyeon Choi

MC/Yuu/[Y/N]

Definitely getting their money’s worth because after all they deserve a feast from going through a ton of messed-up shit. (i.e. Overblot cases, NRC students being assholes, etc.)

Also Miyeon is treating them because variants needs to treat each other/themselves.

Just enjoying their meal from assorted meat to seafood to vegetables to interesting fish cakes. (Almost the whole necessary food groups.)

Miyeon would show them some tips and hacks when doing K-BBQ.

Grim

He was mistaken as a wild animal before entering the restaurant.

After the misunderstanding was cleared up, he’s going to gorge himself with so much food.

Also goes crazy with creating his own sauces but MC/Yuu has to stop him from creating a mess at the sauce bar.

He needs to take a bath because the smell got into his fur. (Smelly feline bastard.)

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