#//sorry anon i might stop replying to these asks cuz i’m just confused and it’s getting repetitive

[abel-brannigan]

"So today I will wear my white button-down

I can at least be neat

Walk out and be seen as clean

And I'll go to work and I'll go to sleep

And I'll love the littler things

I'll love some littler things" ahh man

“I SWEAR TO GOD WHAT THE FUCK..”

[elvish-sky]

You are the One Person I could Never Hate {Legolas x Reader}

A.N: I may or may not have written most of this on my phone on a three-hour car ride, but it was a good way to pass the time. I really like this fic, I had a lot of fun writing it and it's my first request, so I hope you enjoy it!

Anon Request from Tumblr: hi! I was hoping you take requests cuz I do have one of you do! Could you please write a Legolas x reader fic with cuddles? Maybe some jealous Legolas at some point too? Anything you want tho really! Love your stuff, can't wait to see more <3

Word Count: 2,414

Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Summary: Legolas gets jealous of the time Y/N spends with Aragorn and Boromir.

Warnings: Jealousy, fluff, some angst, cuddles.

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You are the One Person I could Never Hate

"Y/N, Aragorn, we're stopping!" came a shout from behind you. You and Aragorn turned to see Legolas beckoning towards you, with tired hobbits sprawled on the ground around him, and Sam starting a fire.

The two of you made your way back to the group and sat down, anticipating Sam's stew. Over the past weeks, you and Aragorn had grown close. To be fair, you had become close with everyone in the Fellowship in different ways. With Aragorn, it was a sort of quiet companionship. You shared a love of the wilderness, and he had been teaching you how to fight with a sword, compared to your two daggers. He had become a brother to you. The same was true with all the others in the Fellowship, except one. It felt different when you were with Legolas. There was something else there.

As Sam served the stew, you chatted with Boromir about herbs. You'd discovered that he had an interest in herbs and healing, rather unusual for a soldier of Gondor. The two of you often played a game while on the move that involved challenging the other's knowledge. You were currently discussing today's tally. "So that makes nineteen for Y/N and twenty-two for me!" said a smug Boromir. "No way!" you shot back. "I had twenty-three and you had twenty!" Aragorn jumped in, "Actually, as I recall, Y/N got the first eight and then proceeded to misidentify the next fifteen. Boromir got twelve." This declaration was met with nods from the rest, including Sam, who was, along with Aragorn, considered the expert. You rolled your eyes and shared a glance with Boromir, silently agreeing that you both had gotten more than Aragorn had said.

The night went on, and you began to grow tired. You glanced over the fire at Legolas, but he wouldn't meet your eyes. Feeling rather confused and even a little slighted, you got up, and with a yawn pronounced "I'm gonna go to sleep, goodnight everyone." With a chorus of goodnights coming from the group, you turned and walked over to your bedroll, laying down and drifting off as you watched the others begin to wander to bed.

You were shaken awake the next morning by the elf, and with a sharp "get up" he made his way over to wake up Gimli and then the hobbits. Confused by his abruptness, you got up and began to pack.

Once you started walking, you hurried to the front of the group, wanting to talk to Legolas. "Legolas- wait up!" The elf turned, saw it was you who had called out, and begrudgingly stopped. Once you caught up, you said, "I've noticed you've been a little out of sorts lately- is everything okay?" He replied with a curt "yes" and kept walking. You easily matched his pace and continued "you keep glaring at me, you won't talk to me, are you sure?" "I'm fine. Why don't you go talk to Aragorn or someone else you clearly seem to like more than me?" With that, he sped up, leaving you behind feeling more confused than ever, and even like you had done something wrong.

As the hobbits passed you, you sidled up to Aragorn. "What's wrong with Legolas?" you asked. "I think you might want to talk to him about it," Aragorn replied with a smirk.  "I tried that!" you shot back. "I think he might hate me. All he did was glare at me and say something about you and me." "I think that might explain something, and I've seen the way you look at him. Just try talking it out." Aragorn said. "Now, I'm just going to go speak with Legolas and clear up a few things. Why don't you catch up with the hobbits and see what in Middle-Earth Pippin is gesturing to Merry and Boromir about?" And in fact, once you caught up to them Pippin was giving some long-winded explanation of a planned prank on Gimli and Aragorn, which somehow included worms, water, and Boromir, who, it became clear, had had a hand in planning the whole thing. You decided to walk by yourself for a while, not wanting to be implicated once the crime was committed.

You walked on, Aragorn's words ringing through your head. ~"I've seen the way you look at him."~ You thought back over the time spent traveling with them all. You had found yourself admiring Legolas often, but you had brushed it off as the result of his elven looks. Now, though, you began to realize Aragorn knew you better than you knew yourself. He had taken better notice than you at how you blushed whenever Legolas touched you, even if it was just his hand on your arm as he stood up. What you didn't notice were the eyes of the elf upon you all the time, the way he would automatically move his body to shield yours at any sign of danger, and how whenever you spoke he would listen raptly, even if you were just composing more bawdy lyrics for Merry's newest drinking song. You hadn't noticed these things, but Aragorn had, and as you walked you went through your memories and began to notice them too.

That night at the campfire, Aragorn, the meddling moron, assigned you and Legolas to firewood duty. You followed him into the forest, slightly annoyed at Aragorn but knowing that you needed to talk with Legolas. Yet again lost in your thoughts, you crashed into something and fell over. Lying underneath you was Legolas, with a shocked expression on his face and dirt in his hair. "Y/N!" he exclaimed. "Watch where you're going!" "Sorry," you replied and rolled off him to offer him a hand up. He ignored it and sprung up without your help while saying, "Actually, Y/N, I need to talk to you." Confused, you replied, "You've been ignoring me for a week! What could you possibly have to say now?" Ashamed, he looked down. "Aragorn told me what you said to him earlier. He said you thought I hated you. I asked him to assign us to get firewood tonight so that I could talk to you about it." He continued, "I know I've been rather awful to you lately and I wanted to tell you why. I was jealous." You had been pacing around the small clearing you were in as he spoke, but at this, you stopped and turned to face him. "I was jealous of the way you seemed to gravitate towards Aragorn when we walked. I was jealous of how you bonded with Boromir and how easy and familiar you were with both of them. And I'm sorry I took it out on you. I understand if you are mad. I know you aren't even mine to be jealous about. I understand if you hate me now, for how horrible I've been to you. I was just trying to distance myself so that I stopped feeling for you."

Exasperated, you strode over to him, said "You are the one person I could never hate," and gently pressed your lips against his. He responded in kind, and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he turned and pressed your back against a tree. You paused to draw breath, and as you did said, "I love you." Legolas whispered back "I love you more," and kissed you again. You ran your hands through his hair as his hands roamed across your back, and deepened the kiss.

You sprang apart as shouts came from the area of the campsite. You quickly drew your daggers as Legolas notched an arrow to his bow, and together you ran through the trees. You burst back into the campsite to find Gimli and Aragorn wriggling on the ground while Merry, Pippin, Boromir, and a rather amused Gandalf looked on, and Frodo and Sam attempted to protect the fire from the splashing water. You and Legolas joined in the laughter as the two victims continued to pluck worms and dump water out of their bedrolls. Once they were satisfied that there were no more invaders in their bedding, they began to advance on the rest of you with extremely annoyed looks on their faces. Pippin's amusement was fading quickly and disappeared completely along with Merry's as they were grabbed and tossed into the nearby stream to the sounds of even more laughter. Climbing out, spluttering, they both pointed their fingers at Boromir. "Throw him in too!" said Merry, and Pippin backed him up with, "Yes, do! He helped up with the whole thing and even gathered the worms!" Boromir denied this with a vehement "No I did not!" but was tackled by two soaked hobbits. With a yell, the three of them rolled over the bank and splashed into the river.

Merry, Pippin, and Boromir sat shivering around the fire while you and everyone else puzzled over the problem that had now arisen. The three pranksters, upon getting out of the river, had rushed for their bedrolls to warm up, soaking them in the process. Now, there were five dry bedrolls for ten people. "I can give Boromir mine," you announced. "And Merry and Pippin can share with me and Frodo," Sam offered. "Gimli and I each have cloaks and other clothing we can use, so that settles it!" said Aragorn. "Wait, Y/N. Where are you going to sleep?" "I'm sure I can figure something out," you said with a sideways glance at Legolas, who, upon understanding your idea, blushed a deep beet red. "Aha!" exclaimed Aragorn. "I knew you'd work it out!" And with a wink and a "sleep well" followed by a whole lot of sniggering from him and Gimli, he made his way over to take the first watch.

Meanwhile, you and Legolas made your way over to his bedroll, ignoring the stares and smirks of everyone else. "Y/N" he whispered, "I'm not sure if us getting in bed together in front of everyone else is the best idea." "Agreed," you replied, "we'd be in for a whole world of teasing. How about I take one blanket and you take the other?" "That sounds good." So you each took a blanket and lay down a respectable foot away from the other. But you were too cold to sleep with one meager blanket on the hard forest floor.

You waited until you heard everyone else's breathing slow, signifying they were asleep, and then you rolled over to Legolas, poking him to wake him up. "Hey," you said softly, "can I sleep here?" "Of course," he replied, and lifted his blanket so you could crawl in. You grabbed the blanket he had given you earlier and placed it over the one already there to give you even more warmth. Legolas pulled you closer to him and you pressed up against him, his breath whispering in your ear. "This is nice," you said as his arm snaked across your waist, and you inhaled the smell of him. He always had the scent of a forest about him, and the smell of rain. You thought they were two of the most wonderful smells in Middle-Earth. You drifted off to sleep with Legolas' arm around you, his breath tickling your ear, and his body strong against your back.

You woke early the next morning with a yawn and tried to sit up and stretch. You let out a hiss of pain as you felt your hair catch on something, and looked around to see if anyone else had heard. They were all still asleep except the elf on the ground next to you, who had been awoken by your gasp. "Melleth nîn(my love), what is wrong?" he inquired with a concerned look. "It's my hair," you whispered, "it's caught on this god-forsaken root!" He sat up and gestured for you to adjust yourself so that you were sitting between his legs with your head on his chest. He began to comb his hands through your hair, working out the knots and untangling it from the root. As he worked, he began to softly sing an elvish lullaby to you. You'd never heard it before, but the words sounded beautiful and his voice was exquisite. You relaxed as the one you loved sang to you and worked the tangles from your hair. You were happy to have this moment of peace with him as you watched the sunrise over the mountains to the east.

You were shaken from this spell by the sounds of the rest of the Fellowship rising for the day. You sighed and rose, rolling up the bedding that the two of you had shared and packing everything up. Most of the rest of Fellowship barely spared a glance to you and Legolas other than to look happy for you, but you saw Aragorn give him a subtle fist bump.

As you started the day's walking again, Aragorn passed you, and with a smug look on his face whispered "I told you so," in your ear. You managed to punch him in the arm before he got out of reach and saw him gratifyingly wince.

The day went on as you hiked over mountains and into valleys, waiting until Gandalf called "halt!" to stop for lunch. You sprawled down onto a rock and took out an apple from your pack, one of the ones you had saved from Rivendell. As you ate, with Legolas sitting next to you, you gazed around at the rest of the group, reflecting on how ridiculously lucky it was that they were all such good people. Sure, you all had good and bad days, but you couldn't imagine attempting this journey with anyone else. They had begun to feel like family.

Legolas noticed the sappy look on your face and nudged you, asking "Y/N, what on Middle-Earth is that face for?" "Oh, nothing," you replied. "I'm just thinking." "What kind of thoughts?" he inquired. "The good kind." With that Gandalf decided that it was time to start moving again, and so you jumped up and offered a hand up to Legolas, not expecting him to take it. This time, however, he did, and he didn't let go for the rest of the day. Your hands swung, intertwined, between you as you walked. When the sun set it highlighted them and they glowed with the light of a thousand suns.

Everything tag: @entishramblings @itgetsatadhazy @boyruins

[lysershine]

@willwoodimagines​ lore timeline (what is my life)

So firstly, a fuckin massive thank you to @hotsinglelemonsinyourarea​ because I cannot do this shit alone and he’s helped me compile all of their old posts because I, apparently, underestimated how long they’ve been doing this. So from this point forward, I’m assuming nothing is a joke. Here we go!!

I am so sorry. Let’s do this.

So earliest posts that are likely lore come from around April the 9th. This post is a conversation seemingly between Three and One where Two is gone on a road trip, -- although it might not Actually Be A Road Trip, -- and then One tells everyone to stop acting like Two is dead, because he’s not. Which, fair enough, although later in the conversation, Two replies and seems to invent that he’s at the beach, probably to calm down the people speculating about his whereabouts. I am Anything But Calm. 

There’s also this post, presumably from One or Three but it’s hard to tell cuz Three didn’t start signing posts until much later and they type pretty similarly, where they tell us we should be grateful for them feeding us and keeping us warm, and it’s tagged with ‘#I wish I was warm.’  

So here’s where stuff gets very interesting! Backstory, people! In this post, we start to see some pieces put together. The imagine reads:

IMAGINE: Will Wood invites you into his home for an exclusive performance of I/Me/Myself. You are so excited! But then, he asks you to come down into his wine cellar, explaining that his keyboard is down there. You go down there hesitantly. You don’t realize for several minutes that he did not follow you down here. The only things here are a laptop and a sticky note with the words “POST IMAGINES” written in sharpie. You are so afraid and attempt to leave the way you came in but the door is gone. You are trapped. It is so cold and you just want to see your family again.

So that’s horrifying!! But it gives us insight into how the mods were probably captured and why they’re running this blog. It’s a great blog. 10/10, doesn’t make me solve codes. Oh wait. 

After that post, -- which I am assuming comes from Three, -- we’re treated to a bunch of morse code that the wonderful Nigel was kind enough to translate for me:

They then added in a reblog, “It seems I have made a typo! I meant mod 1 won’t let me speak, I am mod 3.” So, it seems like One is trying to quiet any cries for help.

This is shortly thereafter followed by this post from the 11th, and to quote directly, it says:

IMAGINE: Inside of the cellar basemeant, there is a suit. It is tempting but Weill said you are not allowed to touch. YOu know you want to. Touch it. he is guarding it. he is hiding something. follow for more will woof imagines.

So that’s riddled with typos, and if you stick them all together you just get eeOf so I’m gonna assume that all this means is that this post is courtesy of Two. There’s also a skeleton circled so maybe Will has previous victims or something? Who knows.

On the 12th, we have a couple posts, one about being in Will’s basement and watching him cosplay the onceler, another about Will being vaguely inhuman. Don’t know how important that is but I’m gonna make note of it anyway, because Will being inhuman especially might make sense for some stuff.

The next seemingly important post is this one:

So this one is probably about Two, my evidence being this post and the fact that, following this, Two gets significantly worse at spelling and more confused about what’s going on with their captivity. My best guess is that Two gets in trouble either for the lack of imagines OR they did touch the suit from that earlier imagine and now they know something that they shouldn’t. Either way, Will takes him away and brainwashes??? Lobotomizes??? Bite of ‘87s???? Idk???? I’m gonna go with lobotomy, it seems the most accurate to Two’s behavior from here on out, I really have no idea but he comes back Very Different. And in the tags it says ‘Laplace’s Angel 2:14!’ and the line at that time is “Somebody, help me!” so you know, pretty straightforward cry for help. 

Though it makes me think that in the cellar, they are probably limited to interaction with only things directly connected to Will Wood, which is why “as a treat” they watch the documentary and they communicate with his music like this. They’re not allowed any media other than his. 

Anyway, here’s an important note: From this point forward, Two is an unreliable narrator. Everything he says from here on out should be taken with a pillar of salt. (H.A.L.T., it’s not my fault!) 

So with that in mind, the next post of importance is this one, a conversation that goes Three, One, and then Two. Two says Will let them watch the documentary as a treat, One tells them to stop making it seem like Will is holding them captive, and Three just says “movee :-)”. Which, fair enough.

The next posts that are worth noting are this one, where Three simply says “mental anguish” and One shuts them down saying that no one on the blog is experiencing that, and threatens them in the tags, and then this one where someone is being silenced.  

There’s this post, which in the website version of their blog links to itself, I don’t know how or why or if that matters but if someone figures something out with that, please let me know. There’s also this imagine, which is about bodyswapping with Will -- storywise, I don’t think this is something that really happens, -- but it’s tagged with ‘#I miss my family.’ So that’s Not Good.

There’s some posts in between solidifying that despite this wackiness, the mods are indeed still friends. And then we go straight back into absolute horror with this post:

And so evidently they are Less Than Okay and probably being held captive by Will Wood. It’s immediately followed by this morse code, presumably from Three because he seems to use morse where One uses binary, and when deciphered, it reads: “I am blinking. Hear my cry.” Three’s post is then followed by One trying to shush them once more, saying: 

“[W]e at Willwoodimagines would like to apologize for last night. We might have, perhaps, made it seem as if we are being held in a wine cellar against our Will (Wood), and that some of us have been down here for six years, and that we may miss our families, but I, Mod 1, would like to remind you that we are fine and need no help! Cheers!:) #We are NOT blinking. At all. #Not at all. No blinking from us! Blinking? Aha! Not at all.”

So what can be gathered from this is that they’re absolutely being held in Will Wood’s wine cellar, and some of them have been there for six years, and they miss their families, are NOT fine, definitely need help, and are CERTAINLY blinking. Also the random bolded letters spell “help” again.

Then there’s this post, which Nigel translated for me (ty man ily):

We also have this crudely-drawn map from Two, but it doesn’t seem to be related to anything. Anyway, the address is totally garbled, yep, but nonetheless if you put it into Google you get the address for a relatively poorly-rated landfill in New Jersey:

So clearly someone picked up on that, because then we have an ask from an anon who wants to know what the recycling situation is where they are being held. One seems very confused by this question, and Two pipes in saying that have a trashcan. Their confusion would make me assume this is the wrong address, but I don’t actually have to assume, because One(?) confirms it later with this post containing binary that can be translated to read:

“oh god the address was wrong i don't know where we fucking are help“

So you know, concerning! This is immediately followed by another ask, this one in binary. The conversation goes:

“Are you good?” “Absolutely not”

Which kinda speaks for itself. There’s also a quiz they made and I took it to see if there was any lore and uh apparently I’m most like One, so that’s poggers, I think? Idk there wasn’t any lore though. There is this post where Three says that Two’s favorite song isn’t a Will Wood song, and One threatens to knock them the fuck out, and I’m adding this as a point to my theory that they’re unallowed to consume media unrelated to WW. They make up though, so it’s fine.

It gets more quiet and more confusing for a while, Three saying “wake up” and this post being tagged with ‘#I’m cold and I am afraid.’ Two leaves again, Three goes quiet cuz they’re having a rough time, Two hates being smol-bean-ified and is behind held below One and Three, who seem to be in the same room? They’re also all starving, and Three could be an arsonist if you let them out.

Blah blah, they called me out and I cried about it, and NOW we’ve reached the 100-follower-special. Thank fuck.

Three posts this, it leads to binary, and that binary says:

“Listen carefully. The video that Will (Wood) be posted is extremely important. Do not skip it.“

This is immediately followed by this video of Two sprinting through the woods, presumably to freedom, if you read the tags. Three follows that with another post, saying “It has begun.” One shuts them down again in this post, but it links to binary that says:

“hello? can you read this? mod 2 is free! and hopefully will be coming back for us both. you all did absolutely nothing to help so i'm not thanking you for this. however i am thanking you for following us all! you've given us moral support thank you, mod 1“

As I’ve said earlier, I’m fairly certain that their captor is Will and he has access to this tumblr, which is why One especially is trying to be quiet about this. Like in this post where they apologize for the insanity on the blog, which links to binary, and it reads:

“we’re not in ddlc. i am not monika. listen to me closely. mod 3 and i are still stuck here. we have been posting cries for help for weeks. go look for them! they’re like easter eggs. just for you! thank you, mod 1“

DO I LOOK LIKE I’M COLLECTING EGGS YET??? DO I??????? Anyway, I got named the official lore account so now I’m fucking trapped here, and then we get some posts about how Two has made it to a McDonald’s.

Then One posts yet another apology, with two links. Link one directs you to a groupchat between the three mods, detailing Two’s escape and everyone’s very odd adoration for fast food. But then again, Three says they’ve been eating slop for a while, so. Fair enough. To bring back my old commentary about this, though; in this conversation there seems to be a bit of confusion over who exactly put them in the cellar where they’re captured, but as we saw earlier it was indeed Will Wood himself who is keeping them prisoner. However, Two also asserts that very soon he will be able to save One and Three, apparently with the help of Will? So there are two possibilities here:

1. Two is still an unreliable narrator, so it’s a possibility that his lobotomy or whatever has ruined his ability to perceive threats and he is being tricked by Will, who is indeed their captor, and will get thrown back in the cellar with the other two.

2. Something bigger than Will is controlling the situation. It makes no sense that all three mods would remember Will putting them in the cellar if he didn’t. So someone else could be controlling Will, I don’t know. They allude to a person from the documentary and initially I assumed it was Will but I actually haven’t seen the movie (shock and horror, I know, I’m sorry), so maybe it’s someone else and that’s the piece of the puzzle I’m missing? Idk, if you’ve made it this far and you’ve seen the documentary, check the conversation and let me know.

Link two leads to binary, and when translated it becomes:

“i do think it’s less endearing and more terrifying how people on a blogging website care more about my freedom than my own friends and family did i dont need to sign this. you know who it’s from“

Which, maybe, but I love ARGs and Nigel and I are already incredibly invested so whoops. Besides, who’s gonna do it if we don’t?

Anyway!!! I sent an ask in response to some of my confusion for the groupchat, and because One said to keep sending messages. One responded, and I was redirected to even more binary because of course! This time it says:

“THANK YOU FOR ASKING MOD 2 SAID THAT HE HAS INTERACTED WITH WILL. SO I DO NOT THINK WE ARE BEING HELD BY WILL HIMSELF. I BELIEVE MOD 3 KNOWS BUT WHEN I ASKED AGAIN HE JUST TOLD ME THAT IT WAS THE GUY FROM THE MOVIE. THIS WAS NOT VERY HELPFUL THANKS  MOD 1 P.S. THIS IS IN ALL CAPS BECAUSE I'M VERY EXCITED!!” 

Then there were two posts in quick succession, the first one was a new puzzle type! Morse code! And grandma taught me that, so I can tell you it says:

“I think we posted an address once but it was wrong and we got caught doing it. I didn’t like that day. This entire computer has safety settings on it so I can’t just ??? (this looks like a keysmash or something to me?) stop writing. Hold on, I hear something.”

And I would’ve thrown it directly in a translator, but as One acknowledges in their next post with a link to more binary, I had to translate by hand because:

“well! you'll never guess what desktops do to morse code! we're back at binary! anyway. we did post an address but everything went wrong, i don't like thinking about that entire week, the pain was unimaginable! more importantly, though, i've asked mod 3 and he s hold on i think i hear something.“

That post was immediately reblogged with more binary that just says:

“well that’s not good”

Which is horrific!! So I sent an ask, like, ayo homie what the fuck, and I got a response! The text itself is just a dismissal that anything’s wrong, but the bolded text spells out “footsteps” so that’s terrifying! Also Two apparently slept in the McDonald’s parking lot and One slept in a sleeping bag in the cellar.

They posted that this morning when I started working on this post, -- I’ve been here for like eight hours now I think, -- and so I replied expressing my distress that they were active again and One responded with backwards text, which when read normally, says:

“Did you think we were going to sleep forever? The show must go on!”

Death undertones, I dig it.

Anyway, @hotsinglelemonsinyourarea​ my beloved asked why they were watching @emerald-whale​, and One hit back with binary that says:

“you don't think we're watching all of you? tell the lorekeeper to write this one down. sincerely, mod 1″

Which is fucking horrifying, but no worries One, I am writing it down!! I am making a whole ass fucking timeline!! Because I am but a humbled servant that kneels to whatever story you’re trying to tell here. :) Apparently. ::) I hate it here.

Anyway, an anon sent in an ask that is one of the funniest interactions ever:

“ooohhh pizza mozarella pizza mozarella rella rella oohh“

“alright no more lore for you guys until you learn how to behave”

And then Two felt like pitching in as well:

Now keep in mind all of this was posted very fast and I was writing this post, -- still am, whoops, -- so I sent this very stressed ask telling them to SLOW DOWN THE LORE PLEASE IM FUCKING PLEADING as well as asking each mod a question, and I got shot back more binary cuz they hate me but they did answer my questions so the conversation goes:

Me: “One, are you in the same room as Three? What about Two?”  One: “yes. no. i miss 2 dearly.” Me: “Two, who did you bite to get out? Two: “the  ghuy from the movee !!!!  i bit him and sstole hias phone!!!!!! his passw ord was "willwoodsux"  :-)” Me: “Three, how long has it been since you’ve consumed any media that isn’t WW related?” Three: “It’s only been a year since I entered the cellar, so not that long ago :-) Around July you're welcome, lorekeeper sincerely, the three mods

So to clarify what and why I was asking:

1. My theory about One and Three being together while Two is separate is confirmed, yay me! Kinda trivial but I want to understand what’s going on in the cellar, so that stuff makes sense in context.

2. I haven’t seen the Will Wood movie, so this means nothing to me! Lucky for me, I have a friend, @indubitablyswag​, who has seen it, so I asked them!

They have no fucking clue either!! So I will probably be renting that movie tonight, because this lore is worth money to me now, apparently, -- and I’ve been meaning to see it anyways. 

3. Three made a comment about having never seen Ratatouille, which Nigel thought tied into my theory that non-WW things weren’t allowed in the cellar. I think this confirms that, but it actually doesn’t excuse Three from not knowing Ratatouille because it came out much longer than a year ago. (Unless this ARG takes place in a different year? I’ll have to ask about that.)

Then there’s another pizza mozzarella whatever ask, but it’s okay cuz Two fucking murders them. 

I got my numbers screwed up and hurt One’s feelings, (IF YOU’RE READING THIS, ONE, IM SORRY, I MEANT THREE!!) something???? hurts, and I have wasted a solid nineish hours of my existence on this.

Then One gave me a whole ass heart attack by asking my favorite flavor of ice cream. (Theirs is birthday cake, apparently.)

I’m posting it before any of those fucks give me any more lore to add to this timeline because I’ve been here for like ten hours and I honestly just Can Not Keep Doing This, so I’ll be back with more theories later, -- especially after I’ve seen the movie. 

In the meantime, au revoir, I’m gonna go have a stroke. I hope you guys are pleased with your lorekeeper. Cuz if you’re not then literally what has this been for? :::))

[monaownsmyass]

Peace of Mind

Requested fic by anon. (If you have any fic ideas or requests you'd like me to write, you can leave me an ask!)

Book: My Two First Loves

Pairing: Ava Lawrence x MC (Emma Price)

Genre: Fluff but again, make it angsty

Rating: G, none

Word Count: 2,402

A/N: Ava comes out to MC but MC has her own confession to make. This is technically a continuation of my previous Ava fic but can be read as a stand-alone. And, I’m also planning to write another part to conclude this ‘series’ sooo👀

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'Can I talk to you?'

I read the message over and over again for the past hour, cracking my head, trying to figure out what on earth she meant by that.

Did I do something wrong? Did I forget something? Was it personal? Or was it school-related? Maybe something happened?

All I knew was that that sentence was the most stress and anxiety-inducing text I could've ever receive.

And here I was, getting it from my best friend.

'Of course,' I replied almost an hour later even though I saw it as soon as I got the message.

Instantly, my phone buzzed with Ava's respond.

'I have to do it in person. Can I come over?'

Okay, that didn't help at all.

'Sure, is everything alright?'

'Yeah, I just have to tell you something.'

I swear I could hear my heartbeat drumming in my ear from how fast it was racing.

'Okay...,' I sent back and fell back onto my bed, groaning.

My mind raced with a million possibilities. The curious part of me wished Ava was already here and would just tell me whatever she wanted to. The fear-riddled part of me wanted to run away and avoid Ava.

But I was done with that. I was done running away from my feelings, I was done avoiding the inevitable truth.

And maybe, if Ava wanted to tell me something, I should tell her something back. Something I think she should know. Something I should've told her long ago.

But was I ready?

Just then, I heard a car stop outside. I peered out my window and saw Ava's sedan. I watched her step out and my heart leapt to my throat. It had been a usual occurrence ever since a few month ago and I don't know where it came from but the feeling never left.

Ava always walked as if she owned the place, every stride exuding confidence in a way I could only dream of. It was one of the things I've always admired about here. But today, there was an extra power to each step, as if she was a woman on a mission.

And what that mission was? I would soon find out.

I moved to open my room door to find Ava about to knock on it, which made me jump.

Damn, how did she get here so fast?

"Hi!" she said, clearly startled as well.

"Hey!"

I side-stepped and let her into my room, catching a whiff of her flowery perfume as she passed me, making me lose my bearings for a second.

She awkwardly stood at the foot of the bed as if she was waiting for my approval and I looked at her, confused. She'd normally plop herself right on it as if she were at home because honestly, this might as well be her second home.

"Uh, don't you wanna sit, weirdo?" I asked her and giggled despite the nervousness bubbling in me.

"Oh! Um, yeah, right."

She cautiously took a seat at the edge of the bed and I shook my head at her.

"C'mon, sit properly! You look so uncomfortable," I told her and waved my hand at her to move onto my bed even though it was more for my sake. Seeing her so hesitant and stiff in my room, the place I called my sanctuary, the place I only let people I trust the most into, seeing her like this in my private space I gladly shared with her over the past few years was unnerving.

She chuckled nervously and scooched up to the headboard, resting her back against it with me beside her. She looked on straight ahead and I looked at her. For a moment, it was silent.

Dead silent.

I cleared my throat to break it and asked Ava, "I know you said everything's okay, but is it really?"

She didn't respond, only gulped and took in a deep breath.

"Ava?" I placed a hand on her arm that sent a jolt up my own. Her head shot towards my direction as if she could feel it too.

"Sorry, I'm just really nervous," she breath out, looking at me. "I'm... I'm trying to get my thoughts in order. My mind is all over the place and I want to get this right."

I stared at her intently, my breathing slow and deep, waiting for her say something.

Finally, she spoke.

"There's something I've been meaning to tell you for a while now," she began quietly.

"Something?"

"About myself."

There was a pause between that.

"Okay...," I drew out in anticipation. "What is it?"

"I...," her voice cracked but she cleared her throat before continuing. "I, uh..."

I waited for her as I watched her shut her eyes before exhaling slowly, too nervous to say anything. Then, she opened her eyes and looked right into mine. The intensity and determination in them made me gasp.

"I'm a lesbian."

Her words knocked the air out of my lungs and my eyes widen slightly in realisation.

Did Ava just come out to me?

I felt a deep sense of relief wash over me and I felt strangely... comforted?

I realised she still looking at me, waiting for a respond but all I could get out was, "Oh!

"Oh?"

"Oh."

Ava sighed and began rambling. "I'm sorry, I wanted to tell you earlier, I swear. But I wasn't ready, and I didn't know how you'd take it! Not that I was assuming you'd react badly, but I couldn't be absolutely sure. And if you did react badly, there's no way for me to know for sure that you won't tell your sister or dad."

I was watching her go on and on but my mind was in another place, trying to make sense of it all, what this would mean for Ava, what it would mean for us and our friendship, this strange sensation of excitement within me, it was taking over my thoughts and overwhelming my entire being.

"And if that happened, it could spread to other people and honestly? I'm terrified of what people will think. Of how they'll start treating me. It's scary not knowing what will happen if I so much as do or say the wrong thing in front of someone."

That snapped me out of my reverie.

"Hey, Ava, it's okay," I reassured her and pulled her into a hug. All my senses were overloading with everything Ava but I managed to composed myself. "You know I don't care. And don't worry, I'm not gonna tell anyone."

"Thank you," Ava whispered.

"And you don't have to explain, I understand," I closed my eyes and said the next words softly, carefully. "In more ways than one."

She pulled back and looked at me cautiously. I could feel butterflies in my stomach and I gulped.

"What do you mean?"

Well, this was it.

"I... I think... I might like girls too."

Ava's face went from confusion to shock to relief then to excitement and then... hopefulness? All in the span of a few seconds.

Her eyes shined and in a small voice, she asked, "Really?"

I gave her a slow nod.

She stared at me.

And I at her.

Then, I spoke again.

"But I'm not sure," I admitted. I contemplated telling her the next part but damn it, enough was enough. I said I was done avoiding the truth and I meant it. It was time to own up to it. "The only reason I think I might like girls is 'cuz of this one girl in particular."

"Tell me more about this girl," she challenged and looked me in the eyes.

I knew she knew. Even if she wasn't sure, I knew she had a strong feeling she did.

And in that moment, I also knew I was ready to confirm it.

I gazed back into her brilliant eyes and braced myself to pour my heart, soul and mind to her, all my feelings and thoughts, I was ready to bare everything to Ava even if it left me naked with vulnerability.

I was ready.

"This girl, I learnt so much from her. She's taught me to be confident and to stand up for myself and not let others walk over me. But on days where I couldn't do that, she was always the one who had my back. She's always been there for me and it took me a while, but I realised my feelings for her might go beyond platonic." I paused to gauge her reaction but she remain expressionless. The only way I could tell she was soaking in every word was from the way her eyes focused on mine. Pupils dilated, she clung onto every word I spoke. It made me more anxious but I was glad she was listening.

She deserved to know.

"She's the reason for the smile on my face every day. I see her and suddenly, all my worries are gone and my mind is at ease. She's my comfort and my happiness and my stomach lurches just from the sight of her. She's so beautiful and captivating and when she looks at me, I can't help but feel like the luckiest person in the world. These feelings are confusing and messy and uncertain and I've been trying to figure them out for months now. But if there's anything I'm sure about, it's that I like her. I really, really like her. More than I should."

Never breaking eye contact, I reached out to gently touch her hand that was on the sheets between us. Electricity ran through my fingertips and up my arm, leaving goosebumps on my skin. I saw Ava breathing start to deepen but her gaze never wavered.

"And," I added on, feeling my nerves finally get the better of me now.

The moment of truth.

"I think she feels the same about me."

I saw her eyes become glassy as I felt her fingers intertwine with mine.

And she gave me a single nod.

"She does."

I felt a burst of emotions flood through me as a tear trickled down my cheek. The weight on my chest was lifted and I finally got to breathe again. The burden on my shoulders was eased and I felt so light, I was sure I could fly. The thing that was weighing on my mind was gone and I swear I got giddy from the high of being free.

I was free.

Because the wait was over, the truth was out, I didn't have to run anymore.

"You do?" I asked, voice quivering.

"I do!"

That was when I lost it and broke down into sobs, feeling intense bliss take over me.

This time, Ava pulled me into a hug and I immediately buried my face in the crook of her neck, letting myself cry while she tried controlling her own tears as well but I could hear her sniffling.

"I've dreamt of you saying that for so long," she muttered softly into my hair. "It drove me crazy not knowing if I was imagining things or not."

I giggled despite my tears. "Sorry for making you wait."

"I just want to know," Ava spoke as she pulled back to look at my face. "When I told you I love you that day, you knew how I meant it right?"

I slowly nodded, remembering the way those words were spoken. So soft and emotional and vulnerable. It made my breath hitch hearing them. I could sense how genuine and true those words were from her tone and it overwhelmed me.

Ava Lawrence loved me.

"Did you mean it the same way? When you said it back?"

There was hope in her eyes and I felt guilty. I didn't want to lie 'cuz I wasn't even sure myself.

"Honestly, I'm not sure," I looked away, unable to meet her eyes. "I love you, but I'm not sure how I mean it either." I glanced back at her. "But I do like you, Ava. I really like you."

"I can't say it's the exact answer I was hoping for," she gave me a small smile. "But I'll take whatever I can get."

I shook my head. "No, you deserve more than that. You deserve so much more, but I can't promise that to you, at least not yet."

My heart felt heavy reciting my own words but it was true. I didn't want to lead her on in case it wasn't gonna go anywhere even though I was certain it was.

But I just couldn't take the risk and watch her get hurt because of me.

"I need more time, Ava. I need time to figure this out. To figure my feelings out. I don't think I could live with myself if I end up hurting you. Plus, I still have Noah and Mason to think about..."

Even though they were the last things on my mind.

"I'll wait for you," she quickly said.

"Ava, don't."

"Let me, I've waited for you this long already. Might as well go all the way." She took both my hands in hers and said, "We'll figure this out together. You don't have to do this alone."

"Are you sure?"

"Do you trust me?"

"With my heart and soul."

She smiled. "Yes, I'm sure."

She stood up from the bed and made her way out of my room and out of my house with me in tow.

At the porch, she stopped walking and turned around to face me.

"I love you, Em. And no matter what you choose to do and what your feelings come to be, just know that I love you."

She was about to turn back and head to her car when I stopped her.

"I need you to promise me something."

"Anything."

"If you meet someone, don't wait for me. Don't let me stop you."

"But I want to."

"I know you do," I tugged her into me left her a small peck on the cheek, whispering against her skin. "But if you ever decide you don't want to anymore, don't wait. I'll catch up to you."

She held my gaze and slowly gave me a small, hesitant nod. I couldn't promise her my love or time or feelings right now, so I promised her the only thing I knew I could.

"I'll be there."

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[specialagentlokitty]

Harry hart x reader - swept off guard

Harry x reader, she was applying for jobs up and down the strip. No one had the heart to tell her that the shop wasn’t real. She was hired anyway and Harry goes in and only gets his suits fitted by her. And Harry gets jealous cuz eggsy or Merlin tries flirting with her. And he basically reveals himself and they just get together. She basically likes the superhero, badass super agent guy he is. - Anon ❤️

Trying to apply for jobs was next to impossible, especially in London. There was always someone more qualified or someone who had more experience who got the job, and it was starting to stress you out.

As you were walking down the street, a fancy looking store caught your eye. You stood there looking into it.

“Kingsman...” you whispered to yourself.

It looked like a small place, and you knew it was rare places like this we’re hiring but you decided it was a long shot.

Walking in, you slowly looked around, it had such a casual and homely vibe about it, you absolutely loved it.

Sat in some chairs were two older looking men who looked at you with interest as you approached the counter.

“How may I help you ma’am.”

You beamed brightly and bounced on the balls of your feet.

“I was wondering if you guys were hiring?”

The man looked at you with a straight face. His eyes flickered to the men behind you and he cleared your throat.

“I Uhm... I...” the store worker muttered.

You waited patiently, you didn’t want to rush him. Maybe he needed to speak with his managers.

Behind you, you could hear a faint conversation but you ignored it, and carried on waiting.

“Excuse me, ma’am.” One of the men said behind you.

You turnt around and shot him a smile. The bald man had a slightly sad expression in his face, and the other man, who had stood up, wore a similar one which made your heart sink a little.

“Oh... sorry, I thought you might be hiring...”

You felt defeated, so you slowly started making your way back to the door only to be stopped by a gentle hand on your shoulder.

The same man stepped before you with a warm smile on his face.

“In fact, we are looking for another fitter if that’s alright by you?”

You nodded excitedly.

“Yes! I’m very good at fitting!”

“Brilliant.” He smiled, “come by on Monday and we will get you start.”

“Thank you sir.”

“Where are my manners, please, call me Harry.”

“Thank you Harry, it’s a pleasure to meet you! I’m (Y/N).”

With that, you skipped out of the shop with a grin on your face, your mood improved so much.

As next Monday came you were practically bouncing out of your skin as you got showed around by Harry and Merlin. Once they were finished Harry stood next to you.

“Now, I have a task for you.”

“Alright Harry, what is it?

“I’d like you to fit me with a new suit.”

You hummed and nodded your head, gesturing to a fitting room.

“Follow me.”

Harry nodded in approval, liking your approach. When you were both in here you closed the door and begun measuring him, silently.

“Alright, what sort of suit are you looking for?”

“Something simple, not to flashy but smart looking.”

“I can have it done by tomorrow!”

Harry smiled and chuckled lightly.

“I look forward to seeing it, good day (Y/N).”

“Bye!”

After that day, you often saw Harry, every few weeks he came by for a new suit, and a couple times a week he came by to check up on you. It was through Harry you met Eggsy and Merlin, who also liked to have heir suit fitted by you.

Today it was eggsy and while he waited for you to do something behind the counter, he stood in front of you with a small smirk on his face.

“How about one drink?” He asked.

“Nope.”

“Awh, come on, you’re hella beautiful.”

You laughed slightly and shook your head, trying to fight back the heat rising to your face.

Neither of you noticed the door go, or Harry stop not far away with a confused look.

“I’m not beautiful.” You replied.

“Don’t you daring fucking day that again!” Eggsy yelled, “you’re one of the most stunning women I’ve ever seen.”

The heat rose to your face and you flicked your eye up to him then quickly back down.

“I would have to agree with Eggsy, you are extremely beautiful (Y/N).” Came Harry’s smooth voice.

You snapped your eyes to him, wide in shock. He’d always been sweet but you didn’t think he actually noticed you that much.

“Thank you....” you whispered.

Hardy smiled politely and stepped forward, just in front of the counter with a soft look on his face.

“How would you like to join me for dinner tonight?”

“Harry! That’s not fair!” Eggsy whined.

Harry smirked a little and you thought for a couple of seconds.

“Okay Harry, I’ll join you. As long as it’s nothing too fancy.”

“Wonderful.”

Harry leant forward and kisses your cheek before heading towards the door with Eggsy in tow.

“I’ll come pick you up, 7pm.”

“You don’t know where-“ you trailed off as he left.

You didn’t tell him where you live... or give him your number...

sighing heavily at the fact you probably wouldn’t have a date with Harry afterall, you carried on with your work, getting as much done as you could.

When your shift ended, you pulled your phone out your pocket and noticed a text from and unknown number.

‘Hello (Y/N), it’s Harry Hart. I do look forward to having dinner with your tonight.’

Confusion filled you as you typed your reply, eyes occasionally darting up to see where you were going.

‘Hey Harry, I’m looking forward to it as well! Though I do have a questions, how’d you get my number?’

As you approached your flat, you let yourself in and dumped all your things on the floor. It was only 6pm so you had plenty of time to get ready.

Your phone went off again and you snatched it from the end of the couch, unlocking it to read the new message from Harry.

‘I have my way, which I shall explain over dinner.’

You replied with a simple okay and left to get ready.

You just managed to pull your shoes on when the door went. You were only in a pair of jeans, a formal shirt and trainers.

“Coming!”

Jogging over, you threw it open and smiled brightly at Harry who beamed back at you.

“Sorry I have no nice clothes.” You laughed.

“It’s quite alright, you still look as ravishing as ever.”

You ducked your head in embarrassment and slipped out the door.

“Thank you...”

Harry led you to a taxi, and opened the door for you before he got in at the other side.

The place he took you to wasn’t fancy at all, it was more casual than anything. Both of you sat there going through the menus.

“How did you get my number Harry?” You asked putting yours down.

Harry sighed and placed his down as well.

“With my line of work, it is easy for me to gather things like that.”

You tilted your head a little in confusion, but Harry didn’t say anymore about it while the waiter turnt up, when she was gone he carried on.

“I shouldn’t be telling you this, but I’d like you to know. Im part of an organisation called Kingsman, the shop you work in is part of that same one. As Eggsy puts it we’re spies.”

You nodded your head along, trying to process what he said.

“So the shop isn’t real?”

Harry shook his head.

“But you gave me a job there?”

“You just looked so sad about not hiring.” He smiled kindly.

You smiled back and took a sip from your drink before putting it back down.

“Will you try your best to stay safe?” Your asked him.

“Of course, though there’s only so much I can do.”

“I know, as long as you try your best and you’re safe when you can be.”

With that, you tucked into your food, leaving Harry stunned and happy with how you took it.

After dinner, Harry took you back to yours and you invited him in.

“I think it’s cool you’re a spy you know, your like my own badass, well dressed bodyguard!”

Hardy laughed and shook his head a little.

“Well, I would like to be your badass, well dressed, bodyguard, boyfriend.”

You spun around, mouth agape in shock, had he really just said that?

“You... want to be my boyfriend...?”

“Only if you’re happy with me being so.” He nodded.

You smiled warmly and sat next to him, the you leant to the side and kissed his cheek.

“I’m more than happy for that.”

Harry beamed brightly and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his arm going around your shoulder as he pulled you into his side

[dolce-peach]

Hii! Could you do like a Loki X reader avenger that has like angel like powers that would be interesting! Btw I love your fics hope you're safe out there have a nice day :))

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pairing: loki x avenger!reader

warnings: slight violence, blood, loki being an absolute lil bean at times

a/n: tysm anon!  i got excited for this one, cuz i’m a sucker for anything fantasy :)  also i put loki on the team because i believe that’s beautiful *wipes eyes* hope you guys like it!

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You were grooming your large white wings, sitting on the edge of the Avengers Tower.  You relished the cool breeze circling your legs as they dangled over the side of the building.  Some pedestrians recognized you from down below and waved, and you smiled and waved back with a wing.

Life as an Avenger was strange but good.  Though you did appreciate them, you just couldn’t get used to the way humans went about their days.  They were odd yet endearing creatures.

When they asked you to be part of their team, you couldn’t refuse their cause to protect the world.

“Avengers, please report to Hangar 1,” JARVIS’ voice echoed through the comms.

Without hesitation, you folded your wings comfortably and made your way downstairs until you arrived at the hangar, where everyone was waiting.

You naturally gravitated towards Loki, who was surveying the scene before him.

“What’s going on?” you asked.

“Not the slightest idea,” he said.  “Something about Hydra, I assume.”

You frowned.

As far as you knew, Tony and Steve had been tracking down numerous Hydra forts looking for the stolen sceptre Loki wielded once before.  He had since then broken away from the effects, but you knew it still haunted him.

“What’s the situation, Tony?” Steve asked as he came forward.

“JARVIS picked something up over in Sokovia.  I think we should check it out,” Tony explained.  He brought up a hologram of a fort.  “It’s small and abandoned.”

“Which would make it easy for them to hide more numbers underground,” Natasha concluded.

Bruce raised an eyebrow.  “C-can they do that?”

“We must be prepared for whatever they throw our way,” Thor said.  “If that means to fight fire with fire, then we’ll do so.”

Clint shrugged.  “Seems sketchy, but this is the first lead we’ve had in a few weeks.”

Steve nodded.  “We’ll have two parties.  Y/N and Loki can sneak inside and look for the sceptre while the rest of us take them on from outside,” he directed.  “If they find it, then by the time they get out and get back to us, we’ll already be long gone before Hydra can do anything.”

“You heard the captain,” Tony said, quirking an eyebrow.  “Let’s move, people.”

You followed everyone onto the Quinjet when Loki grabbed hold of your wrist.   You turned to face him, seeing the concern in his eyes.

“Loki?”

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” he said.

“Why not?  I have you.”

He sighed.  “Yes, but if we manage to find the sceptre, what if i turn against you?”  He looked away.  “What if I can’t save you?”

You laughed.  “I’m an angel, dear.  I don’t need saving.”  You brushed his hair back gently.  “And you won’t turn.  I won’t let you, I promise.”

He closed his eyes, inhaling softly.  “Okay.”

“Come on, Rock of Ages,” Tony called.  “Waiting on you!”

Loki chuckled, rolling his eyes.  “You’re lucky I quietly deal with your antics, Stark.”

You pat his shoulder before getting yourself situated.  “Just let it go,” you teased.

--

You flew stealthily through the trees, carrying Loki as you went.  Gunshots and canon fire echoed in the distance, signaling that the Hydra soldiers were distracted by the rest of the Avengers.  

Once you were close to the back entrance, you set Loki down and ran alongside him, meeting a few soldiers head on.

You swung your arm out in front of you, flashing a blinding light that made the soldiers collapse.  You twirled around and blew down the door with one powerful gust from your wings.

“You know, I could’ve handled that,” Loki said as he followed you through the door.

“I know,” you explained.  “But we don’t have much time.”

“I know,” he said quietly with a smirk as the two of you continued down the dark hallway.

Most of the soldiers had cleared out, either evacuating or going out to assist against the rest of the Avengers.  The lucky few you encountered either instantly fainted upon looking into your golden eyes, or screamed in horror at the illusions Loki cast.

At last, you made it to a secret passageway that deviated far from the original hallway.  Your wings shivered from the chilled air that swept through the narrow tunnel.

Your breath was a cloud that barely escaped your lips as you were nearly knocked from your feet by a blur.

“Y/N!”

You turned to see Loki draw his daggers as he wrestled with a young teenage boy with silver hair.

Before you could go and help, your vision grew red before settling.  You turned to see a girl retreating to the shadows, her irises an extreme crimson.  Confusion took a hold of you as old memories clouded your eyes, but you were still able to fight through it and pin her against the stone wall.

“It didn’t work,” she breathed, staring at you with wide eyes.

“Who are you?” you questioned.  

You tightened your grip around her arms, feeling an intense fire rise to your fingertips.  The girl cried out.

“Let me go!” she hissed.  

“Answer my question,” you said calmly, raising your other flaming hand.  “I may be an angel, but I can be the devil if I want to.”

Before you could inflict any more harm, she disappeared in a blur.

You turned to see Loki wiping his bleeding lip, his daggers dissolving within his long fingers.  You rushed over, running your fingers along his lip.

He chuckled.  “I’m fine.”

Your eyes were filled with concern.  “Who were they?” you asked as you began to heal him.

“I’m not sure, but they were young,” he said.  “Maybe enhanced.”

Your fingertips gave off a soft golden glow, sealing the cut back together.  He touched his lip when you were finished, a small smile of gratitude appearing.

“Let’s get the sceptre and get out of here,” you said.

“Great plan.”

The said sceptre lay in the middle of the room under a large Chitauri Leviathan.  Other broken parts of the Chitauri soldiers lay around on various tables, making the room smell strongly of burnt flesh.  

Loki cautiously took the sceptre in his hands, shakily breathing out as he touched the gold staff.

You touched his shoulder.  “You okay?”

He sighed, which was enough for you.  “Let’s get back.”

“Captain, we have the sceptre,” you said in your earpiece as the two of you walked back through the tunnel.  

“Good.  We’re by the edge of the forest.”

“Copy that.”

You were suffocating before the two of you emerged out in the snowy forest, the fresh cold air filling your chest.

And without a warning, your knees buckled.

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Y/N!

You watched drops of blood fall onto the white snow beneath your feet.  They fell one by one, staining the pure white until a pool was created around you.

Shaking, you lifted your gaze up to see someone aiming a bow and arrow at you.  His face was blurred and dark in the red fire of the forest.

A shot rang through the air, and moments later, the arrow dug itself into your stomach.

You fell to your knees, feeling the one thing you were promised you wouldn’t feel.  Pain blossomed from the wound, making you double over.

“Y/N!”

Your eyes shot open, staring directly into Loki’s.  

Breathe! your mind screamed.

Your eyes darted around, trying to grasp where you were.

“It’s okay!  You’re safe,” he said.  “You’re at home.”

“Home,” you murmured.  After a few deep breaths, you closed your eyes.  “What happened?”

“The enhanced we ran into...”

“What about them?”

“We think one of them might have affected you,” he explained.

You shook your head.  “That’s impossible.”

“They got their powers from the sceptre,” he said.  “Who’s to say they can’t knock an angel or a god off their feet?”

You sighed, covering your face in your hands.  You could almost still feel the snow against your skin.

“That vision you had,” Loki began.  “Who was that?”

“A fallen angel.  A comrade I tried to save,” you replied.  You looked at him and raised an eyebrow.  “I thought we agreed you wouldn’t look into my head anymore.”

“I needed to know if you were alright,” he said.  “If you died, I’d be beside myself.”

You pursed your lips.  “I’m fine,” you said.  “Just shaken, that’s all.”  You laughed bitterly.  “I thought I forgot it all, but I guess no matter how long you live, you’ll always remember something like that.”

Loki nodded.  “I know what you mean.”

You took one long look at the god and smiled sadly.  “Yes, you do.”

He brushed his black locks back.  “I’m sorry, Y/N.  I should’ve sensed them coming.”

“It’s okay,” you said.  “Truly, it’s okay.  It’s a good thing we were prepared anyways, otherwise, we would’ve had a hard time making it out.”

He chuckled.  “True, but nothing’s impossible for this god,” he said as he pointed to himself.

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing, making Loki grin from ear to ear.  Hearing your laugh was enough to cure all the sicknesses in the world and ban darkness to the edges of the galaxy.  

It was a sound that vividly spelled, “Everything’s going to be okay.”

And it was.

[lyz-fics]

Igarashi X FEM! Reader: Cramming for the Exam

Hey Guys! Lyz Here!

UGGGHHHHHH, hope this did you some justice anon. Sorry it’s soooo late but I’m a thicc procrastinator. I started this and got a few words in and completely lost my train of thought from there on. I didn't know how far you wanted me to go so I just went up to studying and cuz I’m lazy I time-skipped to the final exam.

Word Count: 1,436 Words

Summary: You realize that your grades are dropping in maths so when you get ready for the exams you ask one of the smartest students in your class for help in preparation.

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“The scores for your tests are on the back of the paper. Remember students this week is the starting week for revision for the final exams. I would suggest planning out your study times to use them in the most effective way to make sure you get good scores.”

The teacher walked around the room as he was handing back the practice exams. He placed your exam papers back on your desk and stared at you for a few seconds before walking to the next student. Being the anxious little shit you were you grabbed you test and flipped straight to the back. In a bright red pen, you saw your score circled, 79 out of 115, a big fat 68% was underlined in the middle of your page. At the bottom, the teacher had left a little not for you to read.

‘(Y/N), this type of work is starting to become unsatisfactory as we approach the end of the year. For these exams might I suggest a study partner that is actually going to help you this time?’

You thought back to last semester, you had studied with (B/F/N) and she did you no justice. All you guys did was muck around and play on your phones. When it finally came to the exam you just barely passed but poor (B/F/N) had failed and she was sent to summer school for the break. You looked around the classroom at all the other students, one of them caught your eye. Igarashi, he was one of the smartest students in the grade and he definitely would have gotten 100% on the practice exam. He was the person you had to ask to help you study.

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“Igarashi-Kun,” you ran after him panting as you trying to stuff your books in your bag at the same time, “please wait I have to ask a favor of you.”

You were so distracted by your books that you didn’t notice when he turned to face you. You tried to stop but it was too late, you ran straight into him. You dropped your bag and your books spilled everywhere, you thought you were going to fall straight to the floor but luckily someone caught you. They had their hands wrapped around your waist as they pulled you into their chest to make sure you didn’t fall over. You looked up and realized you were nose deep in Igarashi's chest. He gave you a quick grin before brushing a (H/C) strand of your hair out of your eyes. Becoming really flustered you quickly pushed him away and started gathering your books and shoving them back into your bag as quickly as possible as to make sure that he didn’t walk away before you could ask him. You stood back up from where you were crouching picking up tour books and turned to face him.

Your head hanging low you finally asked him the question you had been meaning to, “if you wouldn’t mind I kind of need some help this semester with studying.”

He gave you a small giggle before he started walking off again. He looked back over his shoulder and gave you a grin from ear to ear, “Come on. We can study at my place today.”

Finally, you had someone to study with that would actually help you to retain your information and hopefully pass this semesters exam. You walked as fast as you could as you tried to keep up with him as he walked home. His long legs taking much larger steps it was a struggle for you to walk by his side and keep an eye on your surroundings. You finally caught a break when you got to the train station.

You both got on the second train that arrived and tried to find a place to sit but you were both left standing as the train started moving. Igarashi reached up to hold the rail that was attached to the top of the train and you tried to do the same but even when standing on your toes you couldn’t quite reach the top. Igarashi saw this and couldn’t help to let out a chuckle, he reached down for your hand and brought it up so you could hold onto him. His upper arm bent at a 90-degree angle acting as the rail for you. You went the whole train ride like this and when you got off he held your hand as you both walked through the busy streets and towards his house.

Once you were in his house you left your shoes at the door and followed him to his bedroom. He placed a pillow on the floor for you and you sat down, unpacking your books and placing them besides you as he sat next to you and did the same.

“So, what are you having trouble with so far,” he asked as he pulled out his maths book and placed it on the table in front of you.

“The three main things that I don’t understand and algebra, linear graphs and equations, and quadratics,” you pointed to the chapters with the heading as you spoke and he watched you closely.

He noted own the page numbers for the start of each chapter and flipped to the chapter titled ‘Algebra’. “I may not be the best at quadratics but I can definitely help you with algebra and linear stuff.”

You turned to your side as you pulled out your notebook ready to take notes as he was explaining. You made sure to pay very careful attention to him but you often got caught gazing into his deep violet eyes. And you often caught his starting back at your (E/C) orbs while you were trying to concentrate on memorizing the formula for something. This went on and on throughout the rest of the evening, you two were often catching glances at each other and making witty small talk in between lessons. By the time it was late in the evening and you were tired and ready to go home you felt like you had learned more with Igarashi’s help than you did through your whole schooling year.

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You wen to Igarashi’s house every few days so that he could help you with studying and other things that might prepare you for the upcoming exams. With every passing day, you felt more and more prepared but also more and more anxious and this caused you to stay up later and later at night so that you could cram more stuff into your brain. Igarashi couldn’t help but notice this every day he saw you, you were falling asleep every moment that you weren’t moving and this studying was really taking a toll on you, so this study session was going to be a bit different from all the others. He noticed you were starting to look tired and he definitely noticed when you almost hit your head against his table because you almost fell asleep.

He leaned over the table and started packing up the books and placing them back in your respective bags. You looked at him with such a confused expression. Why was he packing up? We still have at least an hour for him to teach me before I have to leave right?

“Well I think that’s enough for tonight, how about I make us some dinner?” he got up and walked out into the kitchen leaving you in his room with the most confusing train of thought.

You walked into the kitchen after him and saw him turn the frier on and start to boil some noodles. Was he going to make you soba? It sure looked like it. You watch him as he went and sure enough, he had made you both dinner and soon enough you were back in his room eating together. You made small attempts as too talk with him as you two ate and everything seemed to be going great. Once you both had finished you sat there in silence trying desperately to think of something to say to start the conversation.

That’s when Igarashi started the conversation for you. “You know, (Y/N),” he started as he placed his bowl on the table in front of him, “it’s been really fun hanging out and getting to know you but you’ve got to let me take you out on a real date sometime after the exams.”

You stared up at him again, your eyes transfixed on his violet eyes and deep green hair. You looked down again and whispered a soft reply.

“That would be amazing.”

[taexual]

Because of Me / Yoongi x Reader

Yoongi never thought dreams held any value, so, after waking up from a nightmare, he was simply annoyed he didn’t get a good night’s sleep. He had no idea his nightmare would come true.

pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

warnings: angst

words: 3.7k

ANON REQUEST: Yoongi gets txts from u while performing cuz u hear some1 in the house and then ur txts stop and when he gets home the police won’t let him through so he can’t get to u and ur not answering ur phone so he’s really worried but happy ending pls!

“Fifteen til showtime,” the stage manager warned Yoongi by sticking his head into the group’s dressing room.

Yoongi was the only person still here. Every other member had gone out to do last preparations before going on stage but Yoongi was tired. He had a nightmare last night, so he barely slept, and he was getting ready for the performance the whole day today, so he couldn’t take any naps to make up for his lack of sleep, either.

On top of that, he was worried about you not texting him back. You had gone out to have dinner with your friend and you’d told him you would text him when you returned back home but it was now almost three hours later, and he still hadn’t heard from you.

Sending you the thirteenth text in the past half an hour, Yoongi sighed and got up from the sofa on which he had tried to get some rest before he became too worried about you to even consider the possibility of falling asleep.

And then finally, just as he had given up, his phone buzzed, indicating a text message from you.

              YOU [09:47pm]: phone’s dead, so sorry for not texting you back. charging it now! good luck at the show, love you!

Exhaling in relief, Yoongi shook his head. Just one exclamation point after the declaration of love and he had already forgiven you for making him worry so much.

               YOONGI [09:48pm]: no problem, glad you’re safe & okay. talk to you after the show, love you

You didn’t reply again but, this time, Yoongi wasn’t as nervous. Now he knew you were home, so he finally joined the rest of his groupmates as they jumped around, warming up for the show.

“Did you get in touch with her?” Namjoon asked, noticing Yoongi’s arrival.

Yoongi hadn’t even told him he was waiting for your text but Namjoon was always intuitive about this. He claimed Yoongi wore all of his anxiety about you on his face, although the other members never suspected anything.

“I did,” Yoongi said, unable to help the small smile spreading on his lips. That tended to happen every time he talked about you and it thoroughly amused everyone. “Her phone died. She’s okay.”

“She always is,” Namjoon said gently.

“Yeah, I know that, but…” Yoongi hesitated, glancing at the watch on his wrist. They still had about eight minutes left before they had to go on stage. “Ah, I don’t know. I guess I’m just on edge because of the bad dream I had tonight.”

“What was the dream about?” the leader asked, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning slightly. Namjoon got bad dreams, too, but none of them were so horrible that he couldn’t still get enough rest. And, to be honest, he’s never heard of Yoongi having a dream that bad before, either, hence the natural curiosity.

“It started out as one of those cliché nightmares,” Yoongi said, his eyes glazing over as he stared at the equipment around them, losing himself in the memory of the dream. “I was running through a dark forest. I thought I was running from someone but then I realized I wasn’t. I was actually chasing someone. As I got closer to the person, I realized I was actually chasing… Y/n.”

Yoongi stopped to check Namjoon’s reaction but he seemed unphased, so he continued, “and she’s running from me, b-but I’m not really me, you know? Because she’s screaming for help. She’s screaming my name. She wants me to help her. But I can’t help her b-because I’m the one chasing her.”

Namjoon considered this for a moment. Yoongi was a bit of a cynic when it came to dreams. He insisted they didn’t mean anything, so he didn’t really care about what he saw when he was asleep – that’s why Namjoon found it so interesting and, perhaps, slightly off-putting that Yoongi would be so concerned about this particular dream.

“I know you don’t believe in this stuff,” Namjoon said. “But I’m sure this dream was just the projection of your inner anxiety about the relationship. The fact that you’re chasing her might mean that you think you’re making it difficult for her. Maybe because you’re an idol and she isn’t. And since she’s running away from you but still calling you for help probably means that you think she’s putting up with all of this because she loves you but what she really wants is for you to… just be a normal, simple person. I don’t know, that’s just my, uh, interpretation.”

Namjoon added that last part because he saw heaviness on Yoongi’s face. He knew he hit everything head-on, especially the part about Yoongi’s constant concern for his relationship, but he didn’t mean to cause Yoongi even more worry by interpreting his dream. He was just trying to ease his mind since, clearly, the nightmare had left the older member alarmed.

“Look, I’m sure the dream doesn’t mean anything,” Namjoon gave in then, even though he wasn’t sure about anything at all. But he knew that sometimes, you were meant to say things you didn’t mean just to make the people you loved feel better.

“What if it does but you’re just understanding it wrong?” Yoongi asked, his open-minded attitude towards dream analysis surprising Namjoon. “What if the dream means that I have these two different personalities?”

“Ah. Kind of like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde?”

“Yeah, uh, that,” Yoongi nodded although he wasn’t familiar with the details of the book Namjoon had just mentioned. “Or Fight Club.”

Namjoon understood. “You don’t have two personalities, hyung.”

“No, not to you, maybe, because we’re in this together,” Yoongi continued. “But what if Y/n sees me as two different people? The Yoongi – her boyfriend – that she knows personally and the… the Suga everyone sees on stage. And the latter is exactly the one she’s trying to run away from, while she’s asking the Yoongi she’s dating for help.”

Namjoon swore he almost got shivers. That tended to happen a lot if he and Yoongi sat down and just talked about whatever – which usually turned into deep philosophical conversations that somehow strengthened their bond, even if they found things they disagreed about – but he was still surprised about how deep Yoongi’s mind really was. He may have put up an almost nihilistic front, but really, Yoongi was open to believe anything if it had enough legitimate proof.

“Maybe that’s the way you think she sees it,” Namjoon chose to say. “This is a dream that you had. It manifested your unconscious mind. Not hers.”

“Yeah,” Yoongi said, various thoughts and further analyses of the dream buzzing in his mind. “Maybe.”

Namjoon was going to say something else but Yoongi’s phone vibrated and the stage manager materialized by their side at the same time, warning them that five minutes were left. Immediately, the staff began to double-check their microphones, fix their hairstyles, and make sure their make-up was still on.

Yoongi – while avoiding the make-up artist’s brush – glanced at his phone.

               YOU [09:54pm]: don’t you have a performance tonight?

Confused, he frowned a little – earning a groan from the make-up artist – and responded.

               YOONGI [09:54pm]: i do, i’m about to go on stage. why?

And just like that, he was worrying again. He seriously had a hard time maintaining his cool attitude that everyone assumed he had at all times because of you. He just needed constant reassurance that everything was okay with you because he couldn’t check for himself and that bothered him. He wanted to be there when you weren’t feeling well. He wanted you to share your worries with each other.

               YOU [09:55pm]: oh. nevermind then, i just thought i heard someone in the house

He could feel his stomach drop as he read this even though the sensible part of his brain told him that it was probably nothing, just like you said. You two had creaky floors in your house that seemed to have their own personality – they just creaked whenever and wherever. It could have also been a gust of wind coming from the open window.

               YOONGI [09:56pm]: close the windows, babe. it’s cold. i’ll be home soon. love you

“Hyung, we’re going,” Namjoon said, nodding his head in the direction of the elevating mechanism that was going to lift them to the stage. Then he stopped, noticing Yoongi’s shaky hands. “Everything alright? What happened?”

“Nothing,” Yoongi chose to say. There was no time to fret over something that could have just been your imagination. He had a performance right now. “Let’s go.”

Yoongi always felt like their performances only lasted for a moment. They just got on stage – the time stopped – and within a blink of an eye, he was already climbing off the stage, sweaty, slightly tired, but incredibly hyped.

Laughing at something Hoseok had just said, Yoongi got his phone out to let you know that he was going to be coming home after the finished the encore stage with the other artists. However, as soon as he unlocked his phone, he saw two missed calls from you and five texts that he hadn’t read. You must’ve been trying to reach him while he was on stage.

The adrenaline in his blood suddenly settled down and Yoongi quickly opened the chat with you to check what had happened.

               YOU [09:57pm]: okay, good luck on stage!

              YOU [10:02pm]: this is weird, i thought i closed the windows before i left but they’re all open. did you open them before leaving?

               YOU [10:06pm]: yoongi? please don’t freak out but i think there’s someone in the house

               YOU [10:08pm]: i called the police

               YOU [10:08pm]: i love you please don’t worry

Feeling his throat close up, Yoongi didn’t understand how he could have not worried. You had just told him there was an intruder in the house and then disappeared. The last text message Yoongi received from you was twelve minutes ago.

Immediately, he shook the white, glittery jacket off his shoulders so he could put his plain jean jacket on.

“Whoa, what’s wrong?” Jin asked, noticing Yoongi’s frantic eyes as he dialed your phone number while attempting to change his stylist-picked stage shoes into his own shoes. “What’s the rush?”

Namjoon overheard this and stood up. “Hyung, what happened?”

“It’s Y/n,” Yoongi said, putting the phone to his ear and feeling the way his heartbeat frequency became five times faster than that of the signal on his phone, while he waited for you to pick up the call.

You didn’t and Yoongi felt all color drain from his face. Something had to happen to you while he was performing.

“Shit, I have to go,” he said, his voice low and tingling with fear.

“What? We have encore stage,” Jin said, glancing at Namjoon who wasn’t doing anything to stop Yoongi from going for the door of their changing room. “Yoongi!”

Namjoon still said nothing – he knew that trying to stop him when he looked like he’s seen a ghost would have been pointless – and Yoongi sprinted out of the changing room, running down the hallway and barely avoiding other idols who were just preparing to go on stage for the two-song encore. Yoongi wasn’t going to be there.

He may have put his work over a lot of things but your life wasn’t one of them. If you had indeed heard someone in the house and Yoongi had played it off by simply telling you to close the windows, he was never going to forgive himself. He needed to get to you. He needed to know what happened.

But hailing a cab in a street filled with people screaming at the sight of him wasn’t just problematic. It was nearly impossible.

He ended up having to wave at the people who saw him and began to take pictures of him – he hated fake-smiling at them but if he didn’t want this to blow up, he had to pretend everything was alright – while attempting to call his manager at the same time.

“Yoongi?” the manager’s confused voice picked up on the second ring. “Why are you calling? What happened?”

“I need someone to drive me to my house,” Yoongi said as quietly as he could, but still loud enough for the manager to hear through the excited screams outside. “My girlfriend said someone broke into the house. She called the police.”

If he had been someone else, there was no way he would have gotten out of that crowd of people by the venue unharmed, and then reached his house in the next ten minutes.

Probably for the first time in his life, Yoongi thanked the God that he was who he was. He had a whole team of people ready to escort him away from the crowd. He had a driver ready to take him home and a police car which joined their van about two blocks away from the venue, so no suspicions would arise.

While waiting for the van to reach his property, Yoongi tried to call you six more times but all calls went to voicemail. Your phone wasn’t turned off – that was promising – but you still weren’t picking up and Yoongi couldn’t calm his rapidly beating heart down.

He jumped out of the van as soon as the driver stopped outside of his house. He couldn’t see very well through the tinted windows inside of the vehicle, but he heard the police sirens. His house was surrounded by them. He couldn’t waste another second.

Running towards the gate, Yoongi called your name, ready to enter his front yard, until a police officer grabbed his arm, stopping him.

“Sir, please, you can’t go inside,” he said, trying to contain a wild Yoongi, who immediately pulled his arm out of the officer’s grip. “There’s an investigation going on.”

“That’s my house,” Yoongi said shakily. “My girlfriend was inside, is she—”

“Two intruders were reported inside of the house,” the officer informed him despite not really having any right to do so. He wasn’t an investigator working on this case, but he knew very well whom the house belonged to. Word traveled fast even between police officers. “They had weapons. The area is on lockdown.”

“Weapons?” Yoongi’s eyes widened. He thought he was truly going to pass out. “My girlfriend was inside!” he repeated. “Did you get her out? Where is she?!”

“Sir, please calm down, we are—”

“Y/n!” Yoongi’s voice cracked as he screamed your name, cutting the officer off and completely disregarding everything he’d just said by pushing the gate open and running towards his house.

“Sir!” the officer chased after him but due to the fact that he hadn’t expected him to run, he ended up hesitating for a good moment and, thus, giving Yoongi a good headstart.

Yoongi stopped right outside of his house, breathing heavily as he took in the number of police officers around him. There were at least three cars parked on his lawn and investigators were talking to each other by his porch. The policemen were walking around, guns at their sides, but Yoongi couldn’t see where you were.

“—no, actually. We think the intruders knew who the owner of the house is,” Yoongi overheard one detective say as he walked past him, looking for you. “They also had to know that he wasn’t going to be home tonight, that’s why they broke into—hey! You can’t be here!”

Yoongi knew the detective was addressing him but, evidently, he hadn’t realized that he was talking to Yoongi, the actual owner of the house they were just talking about. And so, suddenly driven by the new knowledge that these people broke into his house specifically because it was his house, Yoongi ran around the porch, his eyes frantically scanning every person in search of you.

“Y/n!” he called again, not ashamed of the desperation in his voice.

“Sir—”

“My girlfriend was inside of the house!” Yoongi turned around at the voice of a yet another police officer attempting to detain him. He couldn’t believe he was repeating this for the third time. “Did you get her out? Where is she? Are those men still inside?”

“Sir, please, calm down. We will get everyone out of the house safely,” the officer had an unnaturally calm voice when he spoke and it pissed Yoongi off.

But it was his words that almost made Yoongi throw the uniformed-man against the door of his police car and punch him. He had just told Yoongi that you weren’t safe yet.

“Are you saying she’s still in the house?!” Yoongi asked, clenching his fists. “She called you over twenty minutes ago, how could you not have gotten her out by now?! Is she inside of the house with these—the people who broke into it? The ones who have weapons?”

“They—um,” the officer clearly hadn’t expected Yoongi to already know this many details about this and he certainly wasn’t used to civilians talking to him in such a threatening tone. He must have been new. “There are armed men inside, that is true. But our officers have entered the house to escort any hostages out, sir.”

“They will fucking kill her!” Yoongi wasn’t really aware that he was yelling but he had a feeling the ambulance that had just pulled into his front yard might end up having to sedate him nevertheless. He wouldn’t have minded that at all, except he still hadn’t found you and it was this panic specifically that made him aggressive enough to look for you despite being told not to.

Yoongi was moments away from going into the house himself and the policeman probably noticed this because, placing a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder – that Yoongi immediately shrugged off – he tried to explain, “Sir, our officers are professionals. They will—”

“I fucking swear, if anything happens to—”

The door of the house suddenly opened and both Yoongi and the police officer he had been talking to whipped their heads to look. Two officers were helping your shaking body stay up as they walked you out of the door and Yoongi, as soon as he realized that the scared figure between two uniforms was you, immediately dashed in the direction of the front door.

“Y/n!” he wailed, running up the porch stairs and throwing himself at you before any of the officers could protest.

Another few police officers walked out of the door, escorting two handcuffed men to the closest police car. Out of the corner of his eye, Yoongi could see the intruders but he didn’t bother to turn his head to look. He couldn’t have cared less about them in that moment.

He wrapped his arms around you, not giving you a chance to say anything – and certainly not giving the officers nearby a chance to pull him away from you, either – but just listening to your shaky breaths.

“Yoongi…” you whispered then. “W-why are you here? Your performance—”

Yoongi’s heart broke as you mentioned the performance and his grip on you tightened. He couldn’t imagine how you were even able to think about his work when your life had just been in danger.

“Baby, no. I got here as soon as I saw your texts,” he told you. “The performance is over. I’m here with you. I’m so sorry I couldn’t get here earlier.”

He pulled away only to check on your face. The tears had stopped but your eyes were still red and puffy, and Yoongi swore he had already mentally prepared to strangle the two intruders with his own hands had you not spoken.

“You’re here now,” you said, your voice small. “It’s okay now.”

“I am here,” Yoongi nodded, bringing his thumb across your cheek to wipe the remaining tears away. “But it is not okay. They… these people came here because they knew it was my house. T-the weapons they’d supposedly brought… God, I don’t know what they would have done with them. I can’t imagine that. But it’s all my fault.”

“Yoongi,” you said, parting your lips in surprise. “No. It’s not your fault. You couldn’t have known—”

“You told me you heard something,” Yoongi continued. “I should have gotten home as soon as you said that but I didn’t. I ignored that and went on with the performance. Baby, I’m so sorry.”

Hearing his guilty voice and feeling how fast his heart was beating in his chest when he wrapped his arms around you again, you almost broke down in tears. Seeing him in so much pain over this hurt you much more than any of these intruders could have, even if they’d brought weapons.

You never blamed Yoongi for not being here when these men broke into the house, not even once. You were afraid, sure, but you weren’t certain if you were more afraid of what’d happen to you or how it’d affect Yoongi. You knew how anxious he was about the health of your relationship and about you, in general. You strived to give him as few reasons to worry as possible because you knew he’d drop everything and run to you.

Yoongi – despite being a workaholic – always prioritized love and family, even if he didn’t realize that he did. The way he was beating himself up right now was living proof of that.

“I love you,” you said, turning your head so you could gently kiss his cheek as he held you in his arms. “Please don’t blame yourself for this. I’m okay. We’re okay.”

But Yoongi still felt guilty. He could feel your love and forgiveness – even if you insisted there was nothing to forgive – but he couldn’t help himself. There you were, screaming for his help inside of the house, but he was busy being a different person on stage. It was exactly like the dream he had and he shuddered at this realization, clutching your body tighter in his arms.

“I’m not leaving you alone again, baby,” he promised in a whisper. “I love you so much.”

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Phil’s Breeding Kink

A/N: For the anon who wants a fic about Phil’s Breeding Kink. Here ya go! I hope it’s to your liking, please forgive me if this is not that great(clearly not experienced). Btw I’m the new mod here, Lea Mae but I think I’ll use Lea to shorten it. 15 yrs old she/her, heterosexual. :) :) :)

Word Count: 1596

Genre: Basically smut… and Phan

Summary: Dnp are filming a gaming video and suddenly Phil starts talking about how animals breed. Dan thinks Phil is just being Phil, but there’s more that Phil is not telling Dan.

“Phil what was that?! Didn’t we talk about this already?” Dan exclaimed with an unamused look on his face but is really not surprised and have already forgiven Phil after he turned off the camera and looked at his so not guilty boyfriend.

They were filming a gaming video and for some reason Phil started talking about the different ways animals breed. Talking about how male seahorses gives birth to baby seahorses, he even demonstrated how it happens with his own body and how dogs have this thing called knotting that prevents the ‘you-know-what’ stuff from going out of their partner’s body to ensure that the success rate is high. Everyone knows that Phil is a fan of animal facts but this kind of subject is bothering Dan.

“Sorry Dan…” Phil said, head bowed down while fiddling with his fingers but still smiling a bit for some reason.

“Why do you have to make everything sexual when we’re filming? Am i depriving you of sex or something?” Dan asked casually as he stood up from his chair, not realizing that Phil is horny at the moment and too shy to tell Dan himself.

As Dan turned his back to Phil, he heard a small whisper but didn’t quite catch it.

“You saying something?” Dan turned to Phil again but noticing how his cheeks are bright pink than usual and he’s not really looking at Dan, so with years of being together he understood everything.

“Never mind.” Phil stood up abruptly and started to go to the door. But Dan was not having any of it and pulled Phil’s arm and turned him so they’re facing each other.

“I said it’s nothing Dan. Sorry for earlier.” Phil said in a small voice and tried to push Dan away. But Phil forgot that his younger boyfriend was now taller and more built than him. As he tried to get away his back suddenly hit the door and Dan put both of his hands beside Phil’s head and lowered his head to say something to Phil’s ear but not before nibbling and licking on it.

“You’re horny right? Since when? You could’ve just told me and I would gladly help you, you know.” Dan was now sucking on Phil’s neck while his hands found it’s way to Phil’s waist and lower back.

“Mhnnnn… Dan. Th-that’s not it.” Phil groaned breathlessly, neck moving to a side giving Dan more access.

“What? You’re clearly horny Phil. Even your ears are turning red, that’s probably why you talked about mating animals.” Dan looked at Phil questioningly,  waiting for a reply.

“I want.. you to uhmmm. Breed me?” Phil said shyly. Too embarrassed and scared of what Dan might think. Dan looked confused for a second but when it hit him, he smirked liked a maniac.

“Turn your back to me,” Dan demanded. Phil didn’t move too quickly because of Dan’s change of tone so Dan harshly spun him around and put his big hand below Phil’s chin and titled it upwards. While his other hand went to Phil’s pyjamas and stroke his half hard cock which is getting harder with Dan’s slow strokes.

“You basically want me to cum in you, huh Phil? Want you to have my babies. I’ll come in you so deep you’d feel it in your stomach.” Dan was the dirty talker and with his hoarse and low voice it makes Phil’s legs feel like jelly.

“Hngggg Dan what-what are you-ahhhn” Phil was cut off by a moan that came out from his own throat as Dan slid his pyjamas down to his ankles and he felt the cold air hit his hard dick. They never had sex in the gaming room but neither of the two seems to care at the moment. Phil instinctively put his hands on the door and bent over.

“Are you that aroused that you don’t even have an ounce of patience, can’t wait for me to fill you up? Tell me Phil… tell me what you want.” Dan whispered as he also bent to say it directly for Phil’s ear to hear. Each word goes straight to his throbbing member. Phil’s so out of it despite having done this plenty of times. Their relationship as wild and pure as they used to when they just got together, never being bored with each other specially when they’re this active in their sex life.

“G-give me your… babies… Daniel ..” Phil said with teary eyes when Dan rubbed his thumb on Phil’s slit.

“Fucking hell Phil. That’s so hot.” Dan continued stroking Phil’s dick slowly distracting him, then Dan got the lube out of a drawer near them. Thankful for his stupidness that he got spare lube all around their flat.

“Stop teasing me…” Phil whined but can’t help but moan at Dan’s ministrations.

Phil was still wearing his slightly big sweatshirt which accentuated his pretty and pale butt and long legs while Dan is still fully clothed and it turns him on a lot more. Phil didn’t notice where Dan got lube until he felt two fingers entering without warning smirking when he felt that it’s already a bit loose and soft. They had sex like two days ago and it shouldn’t have been still that soft.

“Hnghhhhh… Dan. Just put it in, I- I did myself in the bath awhile ago.” Phil whispers, he wants the earth to swallow him whole ‘cuz he never thought he’d admit that to Dan, the kinky bastard.

“You’re sexually frustrated, can’t go a day without being fucked so you prepped yourself so that you’re ready for me anytime I want. Is that right Phil?” Phil nodded. Dan still scissored him and added another finger. Because even when he just wants to fuck this hot lad, he’s still a gentle giant.

“Ready to take my cock, Phil?” Dan said as he took out his own cock and lathered it up with lube

“I was born ready Dan, don’t you know m-ahhh!” Phil gasped when Dan suddenly pushed the tip of his cock in him.

“Shut up you dork, and take my fucking cock.” Dan rolled his eyes and slowly pushed in until he bottomed out. Both moaned at the overwhelming feeling of being joined together.

“Ughhh, shit you’re still tight!” Dan started to drag his cock slowly to let phil adjust to the stretch. Although a lot of Phans thinks Dan has the smaller cock he is much bigger than Phil’s.

“ahhhhhnggg.. D-dan… danny.” Phil moans as dan picks up the pace by roughly holding phil’s hips with his giant hands. Phil was scratching against the door, and face bright red from the pleasure.

“Do you like that…Phil? Feel my.. cock inside your stomach? Even if you’re not…a girl… I’d still want to have my… babies…with you.” Dan groans, punctuating each phrase with a deep thrust to Phil’s abused prostate which makes the older whimper not realizing that a tear escaped from his eyes. Hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat.

“Yes, ahhhhh! Y-yes Dan…breed me…” Moans of pleasure and pain from his unstable legs and Dan’s hold on him - which is sure to leave bruises - erupted from Phil’s mouth.

Both men getting closer and closer to their climax. Dan sensing that Phil is at the edge so he started pumping Phil’s cock with his hand while the other still holds Phil’s hip for balance. He bent over and pushed Phil’s sweatshirt up and held the cloth to Phil’s shoulder to see the pale and blemish free back of his lover.

“You’re so fucking pretty…”

Sucking lovebites all over his skin but relentlessly pivoting his hips in time with his harsh strokes on Phil’s cock. Phil wonders how he could multitask like that but eventually gets lost in what Dan’s doing.

“Mhnnn-close”

“Cum for me Phil-ughh” As Dan said that Phil let out a cry and clenched down on Dan. White spurts of thick cum painted the door. Dan continued to chase his release using Phil, overstimulating him.

“I’m gonna cum Phil! I’ll give you what you want…” Dan moaned, thrusts becoming faster and unsteady. While Phil can’t do anything but take what Dan gives and whimper in pleasure.

With one hard thrust, Dan came deep inside of Phil.

“Hngggg… Dan. I can feel it being released inside me. I- I think I’m gonna- Ahhhhhngggg!” While Dan was riding out his high from coming by thrusting slowly, Phil came again.

“Did you just come from me cumming into you? We should do this more often!” Dan said as he pulled out from Phil and straightening Phil up on his wobbly legs. Clearly exhausted from cumming twice. Dan’s hold on Phil’s the only one keeping him balanced.

“Oh… shoot!” Phil shuddered…

“What??? Am I too rough? Did I hurt you? You know I love you right?” Dan asked worriedly as he looked at Phil’ face for signs of pain and discomfort.

“No-it’s just…your cum was dribbling down to my legs. It’s hot…” Phil said shyly as he pulled his sweatshirt up a bit to show Dan. Dan’s expression was priceless, his mouth opened and regretted that in years of being together, he’s never seen this sight of Phil, with oversized shirt, holding it up with his lil’ hands (cuz for Dan, Phil’s hands is smol) and showing Dan his own cum running down pale slender legs.

“That’s fuckin’ sexy…” Dan mumbles and with that Phil knows they’ll be sleeping late again tonight.

[cinnaminsvga]

She’s Oblivious, He’s Ridiculous | Hoseok

prompt: “I’m flirting with you.” from this drabble game [x]. Requested by anon (hi there friend!) For more, request here!

→ summary: Hoseok had a problem: there were only two days until prom, and he’s asked you nine times already but you really couldn’t take a hint. Luckily, Hoseok doesn’t know the meaning of giving up. → genre: Fluff, High School/Prom!AU → words: 4.1K (This got too long. Sorry anon lol.) → a/n: Honestly, I hate public promposals because they’re really embarrassing. But here’s Hobi doing it anyway because he looooves you. Enjoy!

In the words of the wise Min Yoongi, Hoseok could say that he was very much catastrophically fucked.

He was fucked because their prom was coming up in two days and Hoseok still did not have a date—but it wasn’t from his lack of trying.

In fact, he had promised himself that he would secure himself a date the moment prom season started in order to avoid the situation he was in from happening in the first place.

Unlike most of his awkward peers, he had been excited for prom. Rejection was a word he did not have in his dictionary; he was so sure you would say yes. He wasn’t going to fumble his words when he would utter the three most important syllables of his life (well, his life as of now. It was too early in the game to say the three other most important words to you. He had to be patient for that.) He wasn’t going to mess up because he had been planning his promposal ever since freshman year.

He had known ever since he had laid his eyes on your pretty face that you would be the one. No one else could ever begin to compare—it had to be you.

From the moment he decided this, everything easily fell into place for him. He started off by trying to be your friend; occasional greetings in the hallways slowly evolved into casual hang outs at the local burger joint. Within the span of three years, the pair of you had become almost inseparable. Everyone had expected the two of you to get together eventually, so Hoseok wasn’t worried that someone else would try and nab you first. He had almost complete control of his situation; it should have been perfect.

Many would say that his promposal was almost too perfect: he was going to invite you to a lovely dinner at your favorite restaurant, order your usuals, etc. However, when dessert time came around, he would casually order a chocolate cake that had been specially prepared beforehand. Within the cake would lay a small plastic capsule, which you would pop open to find a small paper with the words “go outside.” You would be confused at first, but after seeing the knowing look that Hoseok would send you, he was sure your heart would start palpitating from nerves. You would dash outside, your head swinging around in excitement, wondering what on earth Hoseok could have planned!

Lo and behold, four foil balloons spelling out “PROM” would stand proudly in the parking lot, with flower petals and confetti scattered across the gravel floor. You would stand there, mouth agape, as Hoseok would go on one knee and say the three fated words: “Prom with me?”

It should have gone like that. That night, everything had been set in motion so smoothly that by the time Hoseok got on his knees, he was sure that he would become the happiest teenager in Seoul.

It should have fucking gone like that. But you were a goddamn, motherfucking, oblivious, idiotic—

“Eh? Hoseok? Are you practicing your promposal or something? Is this a prank?” You looked around in confusion, trying to figure out if someone was filming you. Coincidentally, Hoseok had indeed asked someone to take a video of your reaction; Jimin was sitting behind a truck with his phone in hand, and you had automatically assumed the worst.

You slapped Hoseok across the cheek.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Hoseok yelled, but you merely crossed your arms in annoyance.

“I don’t know what’s up with you, but I don’t appreciate the joke!” You snapped, promptly stalking away from his bewildered figure. After that whole escapade, you had ignored him for a week until Jimin explained to you that no, he had not been pranking you. It was a genuine promposal, you idiot.

Although you still didn’t believe either of them, you eventually forgave him for his “prank.”

Hoseok realized that he had forgotten a teensy variable to his almost perfect equation: you were so fucking oblivious.

A damned boulder could fall out of the sky with the handwriting of god saying “Hoseok is in love you!” and you still wouldn’t understand. It was honestly kind of ridiculous, but Hoseok supposed he still loved you regardless.

In short, Hoseok has been trying to ask you out for prom for two months already, and he was really starting to get pissed off.

Today, however, was going to be different.

“Are you planning your tenth promposal already?”

Hoseok hears his senior class president and best friend Kim Namjoon asking him exasperatedly, while tutting his tongue in pity.

All his friends have known about Hoseok’s embarrassing crush on you for years now, and all of them are aware of his special predicament. Many of them have even tried offering their assistance in his elaborate promposals, all of which have failed miserably due to your thick-headedness. Your obliviousness has started pissing them off—most especially Min Yoongi, their older friend who had already left for college the year before. It is Yoongi who tells Hoseok to give up, but Hoseok declines for the umpteenth time.

Hoseok is going to prom with you, and that’s that.

“I gotta hand it to you, you get full points for creativity and tenacity,” Namjoon muses, opting to take the empty seat beside Hoseok. Normally, that seat is reserved for you, but for whatever reason, you are running late this afternoon.

Hoseok sighs, mussing his hair into an even more disheveled mess than it already is. “I don’t get it! I’ve done everything I can think of, but she still just doesn’t get it!” He groans, slamming his head dramatically onto his table. A few heads turn in his direction, but most of them just shrug indifferently. Almost everyone is aware of his problem, and they are excited to see what he comes up with next.

“Namjoonie, I’ve done everything! Serenades outside her house, romantic lakeside walks, beachside picnics. Hell, I even rode that roller coaster with her that one time! I think I might just die.” Hoseok continues to wail in anguish, as if he had just been castrated with Namjoon’s $70 mechanical pencil. (‘Hey! Don’t make fun of my special pencil!’ ‘What the fuck dude, this is MY internal monologue.')

“Well, it is kind of understandable.” Namjoon starts, but the tired glare from Hoseok makes him rethink his statement. “What I meant to say was that it’s understandable that she doesn’t take you seriously. You haven’t exactly shown much romantic interest in her before this whole prom thing started.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes until he can practically see the insides of his skull. “Namjoon, I am the epitome of extra. I have literally been coddling her since freshman year. How much more could I possibly have done?”

Namjoon snorts, but he supposes that Hoseok’s right. “To be honest though, you kind of act clingy with everyone, Hobi.”

Before Hoseok could retort, the bell rings and his eyes look up to see your rumpled figure making a dramatic entrance by the door, your books almost spilling onto the linoleum floor. “I made it!” You screech triumphantly, to which your teacher merely nods in mild acknowledgement.

“Go to your seat, Ms. L/N. We’re about to begin,” your teacher drawls, and Hoseok watches as your bright eyes make contact with his. Immediately, your mouth stretches into a brilliant grin and Hoseok cannot help the way his heart skips a beat for just a moment.

“In my defense, Namjoon? Everything I do for her is extra special.” Hoseok finally replies to Namjoon’s earlier statement, but the younger has already vacated the seat by then. You immediately take his place, dumping your books onto the small table exuberantly.

“Heya Hobi! Haven’t seen you today,” you greet him as you promptly take out your notebook for the class. Hoseok does the same, but the notebook he takes out is not the one for his Physics class. Instead, it is a messy leather-bound notebook, filled from start to finish with his (failed) plans to ask you out to prom. He has written another promposal, which is scheduled for this lunch break, and he intends to make use of this period to make sure nothing would go wrong this time.

“Eh, sorry. I was late this morning ‘cuz I woke up late. Did you miss me?” Hoseok flirts, but as usual, the comment passes over your head like a breeze. You snort at what you assume is a joke, and shake your head at his ridiculousness.

“Me? Miss you? Hardly. We see each other everyday, including the weekends.” You reply, already beginning to copy the work problems your teacher had begun to write on the board.

What Hoseok had said was only half true: he was late, but not because his alarm clock didn’t wake him up. He had been busy gathering the materials he needed for today’s promposal attempt. He called it “Operation Promposal: Plan J.” It was titled Plan J because this was officially his tenth attempt.

Yeah, it was that bad.

“Sooo, are you eating lunch with me and the boys today?” Hoseok asks casually, and you barely look up from your notes to answer. “Yup,” is your simple reply, and Hoseok ticks a small box on his notebook.

Ask Y/N to lunch? Check.

“Oh, but my friends from band club might pull me out midway for some rehearsals.” Your words make Hoseok pause in his writing, and you can see from the corner of your eye the way his head jerks up.

“No!” He yelps almost immediately, and you stop your note-taking long enough to send him a look of confusion. He clears his throat, stuttering a bit. “W-what I meant was that I, uh, really wanted to eat with you today. Yeah.”

You furrow your brows in bewilderment. “Uh, Hobi? We eat together almost everyday. What’s the problem? And besides,” you shrug casually, not noticing the way Hoseok’s forehead is beginning to sweat from nerves. “I’m gonna eat with you at least for half the time. So no need to worry.”

Oh shit. Now Hoseok had to deal with another variable: time. Albeit his plan for this promposal was a bit more… extravagant than his other attempts, he supposed that 30 minutes was just enough time to finish the entire spectacle. All he needed to do was warn his accomplices of the time restraint, and he was sure that he could make it work.

Hopefully.

Hoseok pulls out his phone, texting his three other friends about the change in plans:

From: hobi

To: taehyungie, jungkookie, jiminie

WILDCATS! We have a slight change in plans. Plan J starts at exactly 12:10 PM instead of 12:30PM. We only have less than 30 minutes to finish the promposal.

From: jungkookie

To: hobi, taehyungie, jiminie

Hyung, that’s really pushing the limit. Are you sure we can do this?

From: taehyungie

To: hobi, jungkookie, jiminie

YES SIR! I BELIEVE IN TEAM WILDCATS

From: jiminie

To: hobi, jungkookie, taehyungie

Tell me again why our name is Wildcats? @hobi, noted. I’ll prepare the materials once class ends.

“Mr. Jung. Is there something you’d like to share with the class?” Just as Hoseok is about to pocket his phone, he looks up to find that the eyes of his teacher and classmates are trained directly at him. He attempts to flash them the most innocuous smile he could muster, but he knows that his teacher isn’t going to buy it.

His teacher stands up, walking towards him and puts out his hand in a silent question. Hoseok sighs, placing the phone in his hands. While Hoseok expects his teacher to simply confiscate the phone, he watches in horror as his teacher unlocks it, where his previous text messages were still open.

“What’s this? Plan J? Are you planning more trouble again, Mr. Jung?” His teacher reads suspiciously, and Hoseok tries to suppress the embarrassed flush from rising in his cheeks. You stare curiously at his flustered form, confused as to what their teacher was talking about.

Unlike you, however, the remaining students have a pretty good idea as to what Plan J is, and many of them have started whispering in excitement. Namjoon spares a rueful smile at him, but Hoseok is too busy trying to keep you out of the loop (not that he needed to try in the first place because you were still very much confused.)

“N-no sir! I’m not causing trouble, I swear!” He defends himself immediately, to which his teacher just scoffs indifferently. Deciding it is probably just another one of Hoseok's weird ideas, his Physics teacher goes back to the board to continue the lesson.

On the other hand, you are still curious as to what the text messages mean. “Plan J? What’s that?” You whisper to Hoseok, who tries to casually brush it off. He could feel his Adam’s apple bobbing from the close call.

“Uh… No need to worry, Y/N. Let’s just listen to the teacher, alright?”

You give Hoseok a scowl, obviously not believing a word he says. Seeing that Hoseok is not going to budge, you eventually just roll your eyes in exasperation and the class finally moves on in peace.

…

After what feels like hours, the bell dismisses them and you yelp in surprise when Hoseok jumps out of his seat in a flash.

“Woah, woah. What’s the rush, hotshot?” You giggle, watching your usually neat friend stuff his things into his backpack like a maniac.

“Uhhh, I gotta pee real bad,” he explains offhandedly, his desk already clear of his clutter in record time. He shines you a heart-shaped grin, and you force the beating of your heart to settle.

Yeah, you liked your best friend. But it wasn’t like he was ever going to reciprocate, right? I mean, all those dates he asked you out to? Totally platonic, or so you liked to tell yourself.

Before you can ask if you can tag along, he has already made his way to the door. “Meet you at the table! Save me a seat, will ya?” He shouts at you, and you barely get an “ok” out before he rushes out the door.

“Hey, Y/N. Wanna go to the cafeteria together?” You turn to find your other friend, Namjoon, standing beside you with a dimply grin on his face.

“Yeah, sure. By the way, what’s up with Hoseok? He’s acting weirder and weirder these days,” you say conversationally, shrugging your bag on your shoulders. You both exit the classroom, and you have to struggle a bit in order to match your strides to Namjoon’s much longer ones.

He just gives you a sly grin. “Hmm. That’s a good question,” he muses, and you want to slap the smirk off his mouth.

“Hey! No riddles.” You pout, but Namjoon just chuckles at you. He pats your head almost endearingly, offering you no further comments on the subject.

It takes you only five minutes to arrive at the cafeteria, and the two of you are instantly dragged away by your dongsaeng, Jimin.

“Hey hyung! Hey noona!” Jimin greets, and although you are currently being manhandled by your underclassmen, you cannot help the friendly grin from appearing on your face.

“Hi Jiminie. Why are you dragging me? I can walk on my own, thank you very much.” You chide at him, but he only laughs at your reprimand. You are used to his antics, but you had to admit that his actions right now are more Taehyung’s style.

“I'm just excited to see my favorite noona, that’s all.” Jimin replies, and your eyes narrow suspiciously at his words. Why did it seem like everyone is set on having you eat lunch with them today?

“You’re so weird today. Speaking of weird, Hobi’s pretty weird today too.” You ponder to yourself, but the he doesn't reply because he promptly settles your small body onto your usual spot. You see that Jungkook is already seated on your other side, munching happily on a pizza.

“Hi noona. All of those hyungs are always weird, no matter what day it is.” Jungkook says in greeting. He sends you a big grin, his bunny teeth on full attention.

It doesn’t take long for all of you to sit down in comfortable conversation, talking about classes and upcoming exams that are worrying the younger ones. You are just about to offer to help tutor them during the weekends when the overhead speakers suddenly plays its famous opening tune, signaling the start of an announcement.

The din of the cafeteria settles significantly, with many of the students hoping for some good news (A suspension of classes? It was unlikely, but a student could only hope.)

“Good afternoon,” a low voice greets, and you crinkle your forehead in puzzlement. Normally, your female vice principal makes the official announcements on the campus radio, but the voice sounds awfully male.

A person quickly shushes the entire cafeteria, but hushed whispers continue to fill the room as the other students also wonder the same thing you did.

“Sorry to interrupt your lunch break, but we have a special announcement for you today. Uh, so like, can you direct your gazes to the door please?” The noticeable stammer makes alarm bells ring in your head, because you know someone who often blundered their words just like that. You do a quick headcount of your tablemates, and notice that Taehyung has yet to make an appearance. You have a bad feeling about this.

Just like the voice had said, your eyes snap to the entryway as cheesy romantic music plays on the overhead speakers. You hear many girls squeal in excitement, one of them whispering, “Oh my god, someone’s definitely promposing right now!”

Your heart deflates at that comment because to this day, you had yet to be asked out by anyone. (For some reason, Hoseok has the sudden urge to sneeze.)

A spotlight from who knows where is suddenly directed at the door, and your mouth hangs agape at the sudden influx of rose petals being blown in. People ooh-ed and ahh-ed as students who you know are from the school’s dance club enter in complete ballet costumes. Afterwards, students from the gymnastics club cartwheel into the cafeteria while wearing their leotards, and you even notice some of the glee club members singing behind the cafeteria queue.

It is all very dramatic and extravagant, and you feel a stab in your heart from jealously. Whoever this promposal is for, she must be luckiest girl in the world. This guy must really like her.

Just as you are about to take out your phone to snapchat the spectacle, you feel strong arms hoist you into the air. Your view is suddenly bombarded by the muscular back of Jeon Jungkook, almost making you drop your phone in surprise.

“Jeon Jungkook! What are you doing?!” You screech, beating his steely back with your tiny fists. It is as if your punches barely make an effect on him, as he continues to carry you to wherever it is that he is going.

From your vantage point, you cannot see anything at all. Even when he drops you unceremoniously onto the ground, you are much too disoriented to focus your eyes on your surroundings.

After gaining your senses back, you shake your head to find that the dozens of performers who had entered the cafeteria now surrounded you in a circle. You stand up wearily, trying to exit the ring of people in embarrassment when they suddenly part in scary synchronization.

You pause in your fumbling, and you can only stare in wide-eyed stupefaction at the sight that greets you.

Because in front of you stands you best friend, Jung Hoseok, wearing a complete suit and tie, with a bouquet of the most gorgeous flowers in his hands.

You did not know for how long the music from the speakers has stopped playing, but you are suddenly aware of the hundreds of eyes trained on you in the silence.

Seemingly unfazed by the spotlight, Hoseok steps forward, a small smile on his lips. Your heart pounds heavily in your chest, but you are more confused than you are nervous.

“Hobi? What’s going on?” You ask, and you gasp in surprise when he suddenly goes to grab your hand in his.

From up close, you can smell the musky cologne that he always wears, a scent that you have always associated as home. Despite the suit and tie, he is still your Hobi, just as you have always known.

“Y/N L/N. For two months, I have been trying to ask you a very important question. In those two months, you have rejected me constantly.” Hoseok pauses in his speech, a blush rising in his cheeks. His confident façade is slowly crumbling, but he feels your hand squeeze his in comfort. It gives him the strength to go on.

“Although you have rejected me nine times now, I like to believe it’s not because you don’t like me. In some ways, I guess it’s my fault for not making my intentions clear enough from the start.” With one last heavy breath, Hoseok settles on one knee, just like he had during his first attempt. You recognize the gesture, and you scarcely notice Jimin’s squeal of delight from the crowd.

“Y/N L/N. I am going to ask you plain and simple. I, Jung Hoseok, would like to take you to prom. No one else. Just you. This isn’t a prank.” He hastily adds at the end, and he waits for reaction with bated breath (along with the rest of the cafeteria, all of who are holding their phones to capture the special moment.)

“So, what do you say?” Hoseok asks quietly, hope sparkling in his deep brown eyes.

Meanwhile, you are still trying to wrap your head around his sudden declaration. This is all too sudden—how could this be happening? Where were the signs? Why was this happening? Could Hoseok actually be serious?

“Wait, you’re serious? I don’t understand…” You mutter confusedly. Cue the groans from the crowd.

It is at that moment in history when the normally calm and dignified senior class president Kim Namjoon finally snaps.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD, Y/N! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? HOSEOK IS ASKING YOU TO PROM! HE’S BEEN FLIRTING WITH YOU SINCE FRESHMAN YEAR! JUST SAY YES YOU IDIOT!” He bellows, and the both of you are stunned by his sudden exclamation. Hundreds of eyes turn to face the red-faced senior, who swiftly sits down once he notices the effect of his little episode.

You turn back to Hoseok. “Wait, you were flirting with me?”

Hoseok almost sobs. Why are you like this? “YES! I HAVE! FOR THREE YEARS NOW!”

You pause. “Wait, so… Does that mean… Are you flirting with me… now?”

The entire cafeteria groans again. Multiple voices express their complaints: “Are you kidding me? Y/N!” “God, when is this gonna end?” “Just say yes, you hoe!”

“Yes, Y/N. I am flirting with you. Always have, always will.”

Unbeknownst to you, tears start to prickle in the corners of your eyes. Hoseok panics, thinking that he must have gotten the signs wrong. Oh my god, what if you actually reject him for good?

“Hoseok, I…” You sniffle, squatting down to Hoseok’s level. You wrap your arms around his frozen torso, and just as he’s about to offer you his sleeve to wipe your eyes, he hears you speak.

“Of course you big idiot. Of course I’ll go to prom with you!” You say through your tears, and the cafeteria erupts into cheers.

You are torn away from Hoseok’s embrace by Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung, who had appeared sometime in the middle of the promposal. They throw you up into the air, cheering a hearty “YAS!” in celebration. You also see that Namjoon approaches Hoseok, who shake hands in congratulations.

After a while, you hear Hoseok telling the three idiots to put you down. “Hey, put down my girlfriend!” He jokes, but he freezes when he realizes the implications of his words.

You both stare at each other in stunned silence, but you awkwardly offer him a shy smile to ease the tension.

“Well, I guess we’re official now. Sorry for being so dumb.” You say shyly, making Hoseok relax. You reach out to him for a hug, to which he gladly gives you.

In the midst of celebration, Hoseok sighs. “Fucking finally.”

Suck it, Min Yoongi. He told you he could do it.

…

“Wait, so you had a crush on me since freshman year? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Y/N. Are you serious.”

“So, you really flirted with me since then? How did I not notice? I thought I was smart.”

“It’s ok, babe. I can be smart for the both of us.”

“Meanie! I hate you. Or, are you flirting with me again?”

“I’m always flirting with you. Get used to it.”

“Already am."

[estellaira]

I got the perfect Gajevy prompt for you! "Huh, aren't you a little short to be a prison guard?"

A/N:- Thank you for the request! I have to admit I didn't know how to write this at first but after getting some encouragement from another anon I just felt like “"Take the plunge, write what you wanna write and go along with it. Your inner writer might be kind.” After some time it just felt natural and a bit fun. I do hope that you enjoy this ^_^. Requests are open.

“"Hey have you heard the news Metal Head? Apparently, someone from the main branch is tranfer’in here to fill in the spot old man Gildarts left behind.” Gajeel looked at his friend from across the table with a bored expression.

“"And I should care about this… Why?” Gajeel asked taking a bite from his meatball sub. Natsu shrugged his shoulders in response “"Maybe cuz I overheard Gramps and Erza talking about having you team up with the new guy.” he answered licking away any stray crumbs from his lips. He eyed his meatball sub “Ya gonna eat that?”

Gajeel scowled at Natsu“"And why do I have to deal with the newbie?” he asked, ignoring the pink haired man. “"Probably due to the fact that you’re the only one us who’s flying solo.” Gray replied taking a sip of his iced coffee. 

Natsu looked at him disgust “"How can you drink that stuff?” He asked and Gray scoffed “"I don’t wanna hear that from the person who pours an entire bottle of hot sauce over everything he eats.”

“"You’re just jealous I have the guts to handle it, since it’s to manly for you Ice Princess!” Natsu roared in response

“"Stop talking like Elfman! And why would I be jealous of a guy who can never win a fight against me?” Gray countered, a smirk plastered on his face

“What did you say SnowFlake? I can take you and Metal Face with one hand tied behind my back!” Natsu challenged jumping up from his seat

Gajeel smirked “How bout we test that theory Salamander?” He asked standing up with one foot on the table.

Natsu looked like he was about to retort when he suddenly snapped his mouth shut and sat back down on his seat. Gray was in a similar position with a fake smile on his face. 

Gajeel rose a brow at their antics “"What, you two wimps chicken out already?” he asked, confusion laced in his voice before he felt a hand rest on his shoulders. Turning around he saw the one person he would never want to meet in a dark alley. 

“"Is there a problem here boys?” Erza asked, disapproval clearly written on her face. 

Gray shook his head “Ofcourse not Erza, me and Natsu here were just telling Gajeel about the rumors of a transfer guard, just like good friends do. Right buddy?” Gray looked at Natsu who only shook his head in agreement, mouth filled with the sub that Gajeel had been eating.

Erza smiled at the his words and nodded in approval before wrapping her fingers around the back of Gajeel’s collar “"That’s actually why I’m here.” she stated dragging Gajeel behind as she marched towards the door of the small lunch room. 

Just before he was pulled through the door Gajeel saw Gray and Natsu shaking failing to hold in their laughter as Natsu mouthed a “Sucks to be you.” Gajeel responded by mouthing an “I’m gonna kill you both.”

Following after the redhead after she finally released him from her death grip he walked past several jail cells. Several eyes followed their movement, many were filled with hatred and contempt.

No one said that the job of a prison guard was easy. 

“"The warren has decided that you should be the one in charge of the new transfer.” Erza explained as they stopped. 

The noise of her typing in the correct combination to the door that lead to the outside filling the silence around them.

 “"She was initially trained for interrogations, and this is actually her first time as a prison. Since you’re one of our more experienced guards you seemed perfect for the job. Show her the ropes. Make sure she understands her responsibilities. Keep her safe.” She turned back to him and looked him in the eye. 

Gajeel looked at her  before he smirked “"Yeah yeah I get it. I gotta act like a babysitter till the newbie can walk on her own two feet.” Erza nodded before she opened the large, metal door.

Gajeel walked out behind her, shielding his eyes from the sunlight. When his eyes finally adjusted to the brightness he looked around only seeing an empty prison yard. “"So where’s the newbie?” he asked slightly irritated.

Suddenly he felt someone poke his chest. He looked down and saw blue hair. He took a step back and fully examined the woman in front of him. Her mouth was in a thin line, hazel eyes looked at him seriously, blue hair tied by a brown bandanna that matched the uniform she was wearing. 

Gajeel raised an eyebrow “"You’re the newbie?” he asked unsure. “"I am Sir.” she responded, face serious as she stood in attention. Gajeel smirked before he tapped the top of her head “"Huh, aren’t you a little short to be a prison guard?” he asked teasingly which caused her to puff out her cheeks in response “"Aren’t you a bit of a jerk to be a guide?” she retorted hands landing on her hips. Gajeel rose his brows in surprise as he saw the fierceness in her eyes. 

Realizing what she just said, her eyes widened and she immediately looked down at the ground, a light blush on her cheeks “Ah, sorry for the out burst Sir.” she apologized softly, arms returning to her sides in attention. 

Gajeel stayed silent for a moment before a grin broke on his face and he threw his head back to laugh loudly, startling both the new recruit and Erza who stood by the door watching the entire exchange.

When he calmed down Gajeel grinned at the girl in front of him “Ya got guts Shrimp, I’ll give you that.” He said tapping her head “"And quit calling me Sir. Ya don’t have to act all formal with me..”  

Levy swatted his arm away from her head “Don’t call me Shrimp!” she yelled in frustration which only made his smirk grow bigger “Names Gajeel.” he introduced himself “Whats your name then newbie?” He asked hands in his pocket.

The girl smiled and Gajeel was surprised as he felt his heart beat faster slightly. 

“"My name’s Levy McGarden. I look forward to working with you Gajeel.”

[jeonjikookie-blog]

Hey, I really love your blog! I was wondering, when do you think that Jikook dynamics changed? When did Jungkook stop rejecting Jimin and why?Do you have any theories? Oh and do you know any fics that describe that transition they had from, let's say a love-hate relationship to the pure love relationship? I was a Jihope shipper first, then a Yoonmin shipper, but after getting into BTS more, I can't help but feel that Jikook is the only ship that might be real. It's been a wild ride ever since :D

1) Jikook dynamics changed/Jungkook stopped rejecting Jimin is when Jimin stopped chasing Jungkook (the late 2015), Jungkook said he was shy, but as u can see, he’s still a little shy now, it’s just that he knew if he kept pushing Jimin, he might lose Jimin for real, so he changed. (The other reason is that when Jimin stopped chasing Jungkook, he ignored Kookie and started playing more with other members, OK that’s definitely made Mr. Jeon annoyed a lot:))))))

2) My theory? I’m a lazy girl so I decide to post this: my reply to another Jikook shipper^^

If u’re not sure about the word “jealous”, how about “possessive” Jeon Jungkookie? That word suits him a lot tbh, he wants Jimin’s attention so much that he always hover around Jimin, tell jokes then check Jimin’s expression (so happy for him that Jimin always laugh at his jokes whether it’s funny or not haha…), I don’t know he’s addicted to Jimin’s laugh or not but as u can see, he loves to tease Jimin a lot (and Jimin does love being teased by Kookie too😅😅) For example about the hair flipping, let’s notice that JHope usually does that too, but Kook just teases Jimin the most. It’s kinda like this: Kookie teases Jimin, Jimin laughs so hard (+smiles shyly/happily), Kookie teases other hyungs, Jimin’s also the one who laughs the hardest. In short we can say that whatever Jungkook does, Jimin all finds it cute (this is really a big problem cuz Kook also knows it, he knows that Jimin loves him -> in Jeon Jungkook’s mind: Jimin belongs to him -> he does all the things to make Jimin laugh -> when other guys make Jimin laugh so hard [when he doesn’t find it funny], he feels uncomfortable [on the other hands, if both of them finds it supper funny, 100% they always look at each other, this is really obvious tbh), that’s why when Jimin not pay attention to him, he feels not good, both Jimin and Jungkook are the possessive type, the only difference is that Jimin hides it well, he’s more reserve than in the past a lot, while Jungkook shows it subtly but still can be seen (the mouth thing [really just happens when Jimin interacts with other guys], his gaze his death stare,…)

Tbh I stan Kookie and I thought that he was straight, but now I do not. U know in the world there’s also the type of people who are ‘normal’ (it means they are not LGBT), it’s just that the one they love has the same gender as well, I think Jungkook is that type of person… He’s not gay (cuz if you’re gay, u don’t love this guy u still love another guys), but here he only loves his Jimin, not anyone else, just Jimin - a guy aka his hyung, same gender,… Maybe that’s why he makes some of u confused whether he’s gay or not. And trust me, this type of person can’t and won’t change his love, he’s in deep love with his one and only Jimin, no one can replace his Jimin, forever. (I won’t talk about Jimin cuz he’s g*y [sorry a lot if u don’t like this word] but yes, my gay friends all agree that he’s g*y…and i see it too, he’s sensual (tks anon) and sexy and hot and blah blah but he doesn’t grow affection towards girls, only boys tbh, that’s why Jeonlous just happens when Jimin be with guys. 😅😅😅)

Is it relevant to ur ask? Haha sorry if u expect sth more:))))))

[shostakobitchh]

Kinda wanna see a one shot (doesn't have to be a full one if you don't have time) of Ariel defending Snape for a change because who doesn't love some badass girl power ☺ maybe one where she's walking down the hall with Severus as a little kid and overhears someone saying something mean about him and launches herself onto them before he can stop her. I think Sev would be worried sick about her hotheadness landing her in trouble but also slightly proud of how much Lily is in her

this has been sitting in my ask for so long but again, I did that thing where I wrote it and then I deleted it by accident :-))) anyway i had fun with this one, enjoy anon and sorry this is so late! I have like 15 prompts in my inbox and this one was the oldest so I’m working through em! ariel is four here! x 

“Can we go and see the trees?” Ariel begged, tugging on his hand as she smiled up at him. There was a hopeful gleam in her dark eyes that made Severus feel lighter. 

He gave a heaving sigh as he swung up his arm, Ariel hanging from it, smirking as she let out a delighted squeal. 

“I suppose, seeing as you’ve been reasonably well behaved as of late.” Severus  let his gaze land on an ornamented wreath, one of the many lining the corridor. 

“I’m always well behaved.” Ariel giggled. 

Severus snorted as he scooped her up, her arms wrapping around his neck. "And would that be because of the impending holiday?“

"Course not.” Ariel tugged on the ends of his hair. He winced, scowling as she propped herself up on his shoulders, attempting to climb onto his back.

“Will you stop that?” Severus growled. “Are you a little girl, or a spider?”

“Both.” She shot back cheekily. “Can we go see the trees? Pretty please?”

“I said yes - what are you doing?” Severus reached up around him as Ariel climbed up onto his shoulders.

“It’s high up here.” Ariel commented, digging her tiny fists into his scalp. Severus groaned, infinitely thankful that it was after curfew, and that he didn’t need to be wary of any of the little cretins. He could only imagine the look on a student’s face if they were to find their hated potion’s master with the Girl-Who-Lived laughing atop his shoulders.

Ariel began to chatter about the decorations, no doubt excited about the Christmas holidays approaching. He was neither eager nor dreading them — Severus had come to appreciate them, in a way, trying to give his daughter fond memories of this time of year.

“ – oily bag of tits.” a voice was hissing. “My weekend is ruined!” 

Severus immediately halted at the sound of students chattering, and then let his lips twist into a vicious smile. Students out of bed meant docking a generous amount of points. He picked Ariel off of his shoulders, her little face asking him several questions, many of which he didn’t think he would answer. 

“I’m sorry mate, really.” another replied, thick with empathy. Severus knew them – their whining was familiar. 

“I was supposed to with Holly to Hogsmeade.” Johnson hissed back – a fifth year Gryffindor with wandering eyes. Severus had assigned him detention after he’d witnessed him cheating off of said-Holly’s quiz. 

“Maybe you could put it off?” said the sad-voice – O’Connell, another unfortunately-placed Gryffindor. 

“Yeah, and maybe Snape’ll buy me sweets while we’re at Hogsmeade.” there was an eye-roll in Johnson’s voice. “That greasy bastard would probably give me another weekend for asking.” 

Oh yes, Severus was going to enjoy this.

Severus turned, about to command Ariel to stay put, but found that there was a significant lack of Ariel. 

“That’s not true!” He heard her shriek. Severus cursed loudly and swooped forward.  

“What the hell?” Johnson’s voice yelped. 

“Is that —”

“Take that back!” Severus rounded the corner just in time to see Ariel kicking Johnson in the shins. He immediately went to rebuke her, but stopped himself when he saw the horrified expression of the boys’ faces. Severus wiped his amused smirk off his face with one hand, enjoying the way O’Connell’s eyes widened as they caught sight of him. 

When Ariel started banging her fists against Johnson’s legs, however, Severus intervened. He frowned, something deeply troubling about her blitz attack. He stalked forward and lifted her up, legs and arms still flailing, and set her down behind him.

“Cease and desist.” Severus snapped. “now.” 

Ariel’s little face spasmed for outrage to hurt and confusion in the blink of an eye. 

“I could stand here and lecture you two idiots on waltzing about the castle openly after curfew,” Severus sneered at the boys. “but I think after this little incident, you’ll think twice. Thirty points from Gryffindor –”

There were two simultaneous cries of protest. 

“Each.” Severus added with a twisted smile. “Now get back to your dormitories before I summon Professor McGonagall, and believe me, she will make my punishment pale in comparison, and then you’ll have the happy task of explaining to your Housemates why you couldn’t keep your heads on straight in order to give yourselves a semblance of a chance for the House cup.”

They glared mutinously at him, and then, at Ariel. At this, Severus took a step forward, the air in front of him singing with the force of his glare, and they disappeared so quickly that Severus might have thought them only an illusion. 

He then turned his attention to the sulking four-year-old behind him, he bottom lip sticking out in a pitifully sad manner. 

“What,” Severus raised an unkempt eyebrow. “was that?” 

“There were saying mean things.” Ariel whispered.

“I’m aware.” He crossed his arms firmly across his chest. “I’m still lost as to why you thought that little display was necessary.” 

“Cuz it wasn’t true.” he had to strain to hear her. 

Severus couldn’t differentiate between who this was more like – himself, or Lily. He supposed her mother – she’d had a temper that could match his own if she was really pushed to the edge. The only thing Lily lacked was tact, and there was nothing tactful about Ariel flinging herself at schoolchildren to avenge his sullied name. 

“Ariel,” Severus knelt down and grabbed her chin, tilting it up so that she was looking at him. “we do not attack people when we’re mad. We use words, not our fists. Or legs. Even then, I am the adult, and it is my job to discipline.” 

Her eyes began to water, and Severus felt his conscience throb with guilt. He picked her up and she readily attached herself to him, burying her face in his shoulder, which quickly began to soak up her tears.

“I hate when they say stuff like that.” She whispered into his neck.

His chest tightened, but Ariel needed to learn this lesson. Her hotheadedness would not do what it had done for her mother – Severus found himself worrying if the dangerous combination of his own temper and Lily’s would prove to be a problem as she got older… but, in retrospect, was there anything that damning about it? Severus felt a rush of fondness that accompanied the ache in his heart – pride. Ariel would be able to stand up for herself, yes, but what if it led her into situations were emotions ran high – 

“Pick your battles, my girl.” Severus sighed. “There will be enough of them unwarranted as it is.” 

Ariel made a sound of understanding, sniffling as he petted her hair. Severus didn’t know how much she did and didn’t comprehend some days, but she was a bright child. She’d remember this. 

Severus knew he certainly would. 

[stolenbythegods]

Why do you feel like nobody likes you? You seem really nice.

Thanks nonnie, that means a lot. 

This is probably going to get very long, and I know nobody asked for it, but I feel like maybe having an explanation as to why I’m insecure might help? Or not, there’s the possibility that nobody will care, but just in case, I’ll explain. 

I’ve been RPing on this site since 2013, and in that time I’ve had a lot of experiences. Most good, but there are a few bad experiences (3 major ones specifically which i will be talking about) that have ultimately contributed to the anxious mess I am today, and why I don’t approach people even though there are a fair few people I really would like to interact with.

The short version, for those that don’t wanna read through heaps of text, is this:

-I was strung along and eventually ignored by somebody I looked up to who couldn’t just tell me they didn’t want to interact.

-I was blocked by somebody I considered a friend for reasons I still do not know. 

-I was accused of copying somebody else’s OC which resulted in me losing a ��friend’ and ultimately made me quit writing for almost a year. 

If you want more detailed explanations of what happened in each experience, you can find them under the cut. Warning: It’s very long. Feel free to ask for clarification if things seem unclear. There’s also a bolded part at the end which you can read that kind of… ties things together, I guess?

The first experience is the reason for my ‘Don’t ignore me’ rule. Back when i was still fresh to this site and didn’t know how things worked, I came across this amazing marvel OC, and I fell in love with the writing. They were my first ‘tumblr senpai’, as the term used to be. My mind was blown when they actually followed me back, and I was very excited to write with them. So I did the logical thing and sent a message. They responded positively; I was over the moon. We had one or two very brief interactions, and I guess those were enough for that person to decide they didn’t want to interact with me. Now, if they had just come out and said that, things would’ve been fine. Yes, it would have hurt, but I would ultimately have understood and moved on. Instead, they strung me along. 

Any direct requests to interact were responded to with excuses about them not having the time for new threads, which does happen, so I understood, but they ultimately promised me that we would interact when they had the time. But after a while, I noticed the memes I sent in would go ignored, unless they were just headcanon stuff, and despite saying they were busy, they still had time to interact with new people. I still gave them the benefit of the doubt and guessed maybe tumblr was eating asks, or they just didn’t know how to respond or initiate a thread with me. It only clocked with me that they were avoiding attempts at interaction and ignoring me when I responded to a short open starter they posted, and everyone who replied to it got an answer except for me. This was the point I realised they didn’t want to interact with me but just didn’t want to say anything, possibly as some odd way to avoid hurting my feelings. Now you might be wondering if this was me pestering somebody I followed, but I just want to say that me and this person were mutuals right up until I realised what they were doing and made a PSA saying if you didn’t want to interact with me, then you should just tell me instead of being rude and ignoring me. After that, we stopped being followers and I pretty much did everything in my power to make sure I didn’t have to see them on my dash ever again because I was hurt.

Their intentions may have been somewhat innocent in that they didn’t want to hurt my feelings by rejecting me, but ultimately they hurt me far worse than a simple ‘I’m sorry but I don’t feel like interaction is going to work between us’ ever would’ve. In fact I recently discovered this experience still has an effect on me, because that same person crossed my dash just a couple of months ago and It felt like I had been punched in the gut and I had to take a moment to just breathe. So yeah. This experience enforced the part of my anxiety that now tells me that just because we are mutuals does not mean they want to interact (even though selective following is now a thing).

The second experience happened not long after the first. I had followed this blog, and we had a bunch of threads going together. 4, maybe 5, and we were in each other’s inboxes a lot with memes or just general shenanigans. One day we were talking, can’t remember what about (followers? I think? something to do with followers idk) and they suddenly disappeared off my dash. I though tumblr had just freaked out, but after realising they were no longer following me, it dawned that I was blocked. Now, I was still very much an ‘assume the best in people’ kind of person, so I messaged them on a different blog like ‘Hey, i think you may have accidentally blocked me?’. No response. I tried again, and nothing. I was… very confused, and was starting to feel a sense of dread. So i messaged a mutual friend/follower and asked them if they could find out what was going on. She also got nothing out of them, this person was essentially ignoring all mentions of me. Now what I did next might not have been smart, but I was very upset. I messaged them once more on another blog, asking them to please just tell me what I had done wrong. Maybe I should have just moved on and gotten on with shit, but I had thought we were friends and I wanted answers. I never got them. This experience is the reason why I constantly fret over whether or not people actually like me, and why I’m always afraid that one day everyone is just going to turn around and start hating me. 

The third experience was the most recent, and by far the worst. So In 2015 I got a message from a ‘friend’ of mine. I had been on hiatus for a while because I had been feeling insecure and had decided to fall back on some older methods of RP and take a break from the tumblr RP community. I had just gotten back, when they messaged me stating that a person they had started roleplaying with while I was away with had noticed some similarities between her OC and mine. Now, I had no idea who this person was prior to this. So I was very confused, and I said as much. My ‘friend’ went on to say that this person thought I had stolen her OC and that they also agreed, and also that the time I made my blog had been about the same time this person had decided to go on a long hiatus. Now the similarities were this; We both had the same FC, both our characters had abuse in their background, they were both UK born, and they both had interests in cooking careers. I thought this was fairly weak evidence, and said as much. They then countered that there was one more thing I had ‘stolen’ from this person and they sent me an image. And I was shocked. 

You see, when I had still been in college, one of my assignments had been to make a floorplan of a vet surgery. Now because I suck at drawing, I found a pretty nifty site called floorplanner.com. And while working on my assignment, my brain piped up and said ‘hey, we could use this site to make a floorplan of our OC’s apartment!’. And I thought that was a great idea, so I did it. Now, the image my ‘friend’ sent to me was none other than that very floorplan I had made. The person accusing me of plagiarism was claiming it was theirs. I said no, I definitely made the floorplan, and I was responded to with information about the exact date the person had saved the image to their computer. Not only did I send a screenshot of my account on the site and the floorplan itself open in the floorplan creator, I also countered with an image showing that the date I posted the floorplan to my blog preceded the date the person saved the image to their computer, but I was brushed off by being told ‘dates can be edited’ (yeah, cuz I’m totally smart and skilled enough to do that??). 

Anyways, by this point, I was extremely upset. I talked about it on my blog, but I did not mention names or URLs. I was then told my accuser was apparently getting anon hate (though they never posted any) and their friends kept coming into my inbox to tell me to ‘call off my followers’. One even made a public post and tagged me in it. I was beginning to get really stressed out, so I messaged my accuser and asked if we could just talk about this privately. I got no response, but they did make a lovely public post about how I was being emotionally manipulative and that they had 0 doubt I had copied them and about how they were so hurt by this whole thing. 

I asked my ‘friend’ why they didn’t believe me even though i had at the very least proven the floorplan was mine, and their response was that ‘of course they were going to believe the person who talked to them every day over me, who didn’t talk to them very much’. Looking back, I realise this ‘friend’ was not good for me at all. My reasons for not talking to them came down to a few things. First, I did not feel safe talking to them about my depression. The one time i did, i got some rather intensive comments. And you remember the break from tumblr I mentioned earlier in this story? I had spoken to them privately about it and explained my reasons had been I wasn’t feeling the most welcome, and that I needed some time away. They decided to take this as a personal attack, and when I had updated them about what was happening with me on the other site, they kind of flipped out and accused me of shitting on something they loved (tumblr) because I was criticising some of the uglier parts of the RP community (cliques, elitism, anon hate, the stigma towards OC’s over canon characters etc.). After that, I didn’t feel like I could talk to them, so I kind of stopped.

After all this had happened, I tried to move on with things. But the fact is, it really affected me. My ‘friend’ was, and still is I believe, a very popular RP blog with a lot of weight. My accuser had a fair few friends too, and my name had been slandered about. I removed all links to the blog this happened on from my other blogs out of fear, but even then I felt scared. Every blog I wanted to follow would be checked first to see if they had any obvious connections to my ‘friend’ or my accuser. If they did, I would make note of them, their other blogs, and the main people they interacted with all to avoid the chance of somebody knowing me and deciding to bring the shitstorm back up again. Eventually, i was so scared that I just… couldn’t find my love of writing anymore. It was tainted by anxiety, and I finally made an announcement on all my blogs; I was quitting. I didn’t delete my blogs, but I made the message clear that it was no guarantee that I would ever come back. 

I made that post in September 2015. It was only after reconnecting with a very old RP partner back when I was still new, that I finally was convinced to come back to tumblr in May 2016. My writing quality had fallen during my hiatus, because I barely wrote at all for the majority of those months. It still isn’t what it used to be, and the style varies wildly from day to day. 

These experiences, along with some milder ones, have ultimately shaped me into the anxious mess that I am now. My anxiety constantly reminds me that friends can turn on you, and that sometimes people might just be being polite when they compliment me or seem willing to interact. I do try my best to ignore it, but there are times it overwhelms me. It’s nothing personal to the wonderful people who follow me, it’s just my own inner demons that like to torment me. I found my love of writing again, and I would like to be the confident person i once was. I just need.. patience, honesty and some people willing to put up with my awkwardness.

This is horribly long and I’m very sorry, but I hope maybe it cleared some stuff up about why I am how I am. I’m open to more questions, if anybody cares enough to ask lmao.