#<- please block that if it bothers you I realise I do it quite a bit.

[ken-dom]

3. Cold hands in warm hands

Lars (... or any of the Goose characters*swoons*) being warmed/warming up the reader after they have to be exposed to the cold.

Melts. My. Cold. Heart

Hand holding 3. cold hands in warm hands

Lars Lindstrom x gn!reader

∘₊✧ We have @heresthestorymorningglory to thank for clearing my head with this one. To quote her — ‘not to sound too much like Lars but…’ — and then she proceeded to resolve all my writers block 💕 sorry it took a while anon!

∘₊✧ Pure fluff! Please don’t take any advice from this about being cold or frostbite!!

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‘It’s better to warm yourself slowly. If you’re too quick you could go into shock,’ Lars said confidently. There was an air of concern that he tried to hide, but it showed in his eyes and it made your heart leap that he would worry about you.

You nodded dutifully, standing before him with hands frozen stiff, unused to the cold here and having spent too long outside without gloves, believing it wouldn’t bother you. Turned out it did bother you, quite a lot more than you’d realised it might.

So thank goodness you ran into Lars at the Lake. You trusted him with ease, never having doubted him a day since you first met.

‘It’s scientifically proven that…’

He trailed off, mumbling the last couple of words as though he regretted speaking at all.

You leant forward, waiting for whatever he was hesitating with, whatever could help you regain the feeling in your fingers and avoid frostbite.

‘Yeah, Lars?’ you prompted.

‘It’s nothing… uhm… here-’

He pulled off his gloves and immediately dropped to his knees, a dull almost silent thud in the snow, the pressure of his weight wetting his trousers on the surface of it without a care. He was entirely focussed on covering your hands with the gloves, forgetting himself along the way.

He was careful not to graze your bare skin with his as he slid them on, but when he stood, he took hold of your gloved hands and placed one on top of the other, sandwiched between his own, and rubbed slowly.

He was strong. You knew this, but now you could feel it, from the firm way he gripped your hands in his and the vigour with which he massages them, gentle and careful, but firm.

And his hands must be huge because yours feel tiny inside the gloves. The thought makes your cheeks burn.

‘It might take a while,’ he muttered, staring down at your hands. You could feel him trembling as he rubbed, now, too. ‘You’ll experience some pain, and some tingling most likely, before they’re warm enough to move your joints comfortably. That’s normal, though. Try not to worry, ok? You’ll be ok, I’ll make sure of it.’

‘Thank you,’ you breathed, voice shaky.

Lars’s head was dipped, but you could see the way his mustache moved and you knew he was smiling. He always liked to be useful.

‘Hey, Lars, what were you gonna say to me before?’

‘Hmm?’

‘Something that’s scientifically proven?’

‘Oh… well,’ he cleared his throat, ‘it’s scientifically proven that… in cases like this, skin to skin contact is technically more effective because it’ll warm you the fastest way while still being safe.’

‘Oh, ok.’

You know he couldn’t do that, that it would only cause him pain or in the very least, distress. He was already doing his very best to help you; you wouldn’t ask him to try.

‘I don’t mind giving it a go, if it’ll help you,’ he looked up at you from under those gorgeously long eyelashes, partly hopeful, partly scared.

‘I couldn’t ask that of you, Lars. Really. This is fine.’

‘It’s fine, but it’s not the most effective method and…’

He stopped rubbing your gloved hands, took a deep, steadying breath, straightened his shoulders, and looked you dead in the eyes as he gently pulled the gloves from your hands and let them fall to the ground.

Visibly trembling now, his hands moved tentatively toward yours.

‘Is this ok?’ he asked, eyes glittering with nervous energy.

‘Yes,’ you said simply. ‘As long as it’s ok for you.’

He nodded, chest heaving, his heavy breath creating a cloud in the frosty air between you.

And then his hands covered yours once again. This felt warmer, all encompassing… intimate. His hands covered yours completely, confining your theory that they must be big. It felt safe.

His breath hitched and you could have sworn a little whine escaped his throat.

Lars’s shoulders dropped and he began to rub with confidence again, warm palms sliding over the backs of yours hands, skin to skin.

‘Does that- f-feel… better?’

‘Yes, it feels good. You sure you’re ok?’

He felt a feint pain, burning somewhere in the background where your skin met his, but it was nothing compared to what he felt when he had touched, or been touched, by anyone else.

This was new. It was kind of nice. He never wanted to break apart.

He nodded, worried he might make an embarrassing sound if he tried to speak now.

‘The science was right,’ you huffed out a laugh, ‘it’s working. I feel so much better now, thank you Lars.’

He stopped rubbing, but he didn’t move away. He was frozen to the spot, hands clamped around yours.

‘Want to hold my hand and walk me home? Better make sure I’m not out here too long without protection against the cold again…’

Lars beamed at you. ‘Yes. Yes! Oh! Hold on…’

He let go and bent to pick up his discarded gloves from the fresh layer of snow.

‘Here — you wear one glove…’ he slipped a glove onto your right hand, ‘and I’ll wear the other,’ he slipped the other glove onto his left hand, ‘and we can hold hands with the other two to keep warm!’

You beamed back at him.

The fingers of his bare hand interlocked with yours so easily it felt like they were made to fit together. ‘It might be warmer if…’

‘Go on,’ you encouraged, squeezing his hand with yours.

He don’t answer but you saw the blush creeping over his cheeks. He guided your connected hands into the pocket of his coat.

‘There. Now let’s get you home.’

[silverdune]

nice to see (right through) you again (teaser) | s.mg

"a light, airy rumble seemed to filter through the air. had the ghost just.. laughed?"

minors dni. ageless blogs dni. blank blogs dni. you'll be blocked. character(s): gn!reader, song mingi teaser tags: ghost!mingi, librarian!reader, explicit language, suspense, flashback word count: 1.2k summary: at the end of your late shift, mysterious paranormal activity begins to happen as you clean up the library.. but who is responsible? a/n: so this is the first part of a flashback which shows how reader and mingi first met three years prior to the present day. if you're interested in reading the main one-shot once released, and you'd like to be tagged, please leave a reply or send an ask! i plan to get the whole one-shot out before or on halloween! note: if you're a minor or have no indication of age, you will not be added.

“Quite an atypical evening, huh?”

“Well, it’s not every day a ghost pays a visit to your library.”

×-×

The library you worked at was open until 8pm every Thursday, and you always had the job of locking up. You didn’t mind it one bit, often savouring the quiet that the hour alone gave you once your colleague departed.

But the hour wasn’t so quiet, as fifteen minutes into you rearranging the books back to their appropriate places and dusting the shelves, a lamp mysteriously fell off one of the desks and crashed on the floor.

You’re at least thankful you were only holding a cloth.

Upon inspection, the bulb in the lamp hadn’t broken - thank God - but you replaced it on the desk with a heightened wariness. None of the windows were open, and even if they were, it wasn’t like the wind was going to be strong enough to knock a whole lamp over.

Personally, you were only semi-superstitious. While cosying up with a good ghost story was one of your favourite pastimes, and you found the history of haunted places to be incredibly fascinating, you’d never wager that anything paranormal would happen to you. Besides, the library didn’t have a history of being haunted, and none of your colleagues had ever reported mysterious activity worthy of investigation by ghost hunters or, in the extreme cases, expulsion from a priest.

Shaking your head, you adjust the lamp on the desk to make sure it doesn’t fall over again, and rationalise that it had probably been on the edge of the desk. Someone had accidentally jolted it and not realised its precarious position. No bother. At least it wasn’t broken.

You returned to your task; the incident had knocked five precious minutes of your time off, so you hurried around the ground floor of the library, making quick work of the shelves and the desks. You were now especially careful around the lamps, not wanting to actually break one.

A few moments later, there was a loud thump behind you.

Startled at the sudden noise, you swiftly pivoted on the spot to find three books had been knocked onto the floor.

Okay, you thought, what the hell is going on?

There was no way those books could have fallen off the shelves unless someone purposely threw them.

Moments later, you watched as another book protruded from the shelf. The motion was akin to being pulled, as though there was an invisible person looking for a book to read.

You couldn’t believe you were actually considering the possibility of there being a ghost in your library. What exactly did this ghost want? Could you rationalise trying to communicate with them?

Your mouth parted open and you uttered a noise, and the book immediately fell on the floor, causing you to jump back.

“Whoa- um..” You swallowed the lump in your throat and tried again. “H-Hello? Is there anyone there?” A sigh escaped you; what were you doing? Your eyes briefly looked askance at the clock on the wall. Time was running out and you still had an entire upper floor to clean. All you needed to do was pick the books up off the floor, replace them on their shelves and get back to it.

So why were you frozen in place, bound to the possibility of an actual ghost standing just a few metres from you?

Inch by inch, you crept forward, hoping that maybe if there was a ghost, they would understand that you weren’t exactly frightened or upset with them, you just wanted to talk, or at the very least, help them with whatever they needed, be it anything at all.

It wasn’t lost on you that trying to broach communication with a semi-corporeal stranger who was likely centuries old was probably a waste of time. Not only that, but if you did manage it, it would be incredibly difficult to explain to your colleagues the next time you saw them. It wouldn’t exactly be news for the group chat.

As you stumbled forward towards the shelves with the missing books, you briefly looked down to see that they hadn’t fallen very neatly. It was almost more surprising; had they fallen too neatly it would at least explain the bizarre, paranormal nature of the event.

It wasn’t long before you started to notice just how cold the room had become. Maybe it hadn’t stood out to you before, but you suddenly had the urge to wrap your arms around yourself and when you next exhaled, a distinct cloud left your lips.

Cold room, objects mysteriously falling off of surfaces.. you’re shocked that the ghost hadn’t tampered with the lights yet.

Just then, a light flickered above you.

“Shit..” you muttered under your breath. These things were all very typical of the books you liked to read around this time of year, what with it being October and the perfect season to do so. Perhaps you’d read one too many in the last month or so.

Your cool demeanour faltered even further when another book came flying off the shelf. You were close enough by that point to actually see what the subject of the books were; to your shock, none of these books were ghost stories, and in the bleary haze of being substantially rattled by this situation, you almost forgot that you were actually standing by the poetry section.

You wrapped your cardigan around your body and sighed. “Alright, enough games, who are you and what do you want?”

You found yourself defaulting back to the style of address you’d seen in movies and ghost hunting TV shows. In all fairness, confronting a presence from beyond the grave that had found a way to set foot in the mortal realm turned out to be horrifying.

The ghost seemed to be in fairly low spirits; you weren’t sure how you knew, but something about the way they interacted with the world made you believe they were in a bad mood. Deep breath in, deep breath out. You had to approach this from a different angle.

Crouching to the floor, you picked up the last book that was pulled off the shelves and stood straight. This was a recent addition to the collection, you remember adding it to the shelf a few weeks ago: a poetry collection by Edgar Allan Poe.

“You like Poe?” You froze for a second. “Wait.. are you Edgar Allan Poe?” The question came out half-jokingly, like you couldn’t believe the Allan Poe would be haunting the quaint library you worked at.

A light, airy rumble seemed to filter through the air. Had the ghost just.. laughed?

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’, then.” You flicked through the collection. You liked Edgar’s poems enough, though skimming through this particular anthology put you back in the lecture halls and the library of your university, where you’d analyse his and others’ poems with a fine toothed comb until your brain hurt.

You placed the book flat on the shelf and went to pick up the other three. They were all collections from Poe.

“Wow, you really like his poems, huh?” You chuckled to yourself, then replaced all four books back to their original places.

For how cold the room was a few minutes ago, you were gradually starting to notice it less and less.

Folding your arms, you turned back to the general area where you thought the ghost might be, but it wasn’t like you’d ever be sure of that.

Not unless they revealed themselves.

× silverdune (ave). do not repost. ×

[zorosjuicymelonsx]

Finding You

First of all, thank you all so much for your patience and your continuous love for this fic 💚

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I hate this job and I'm currently trying to look for another one. Its been really stressing me out and has affected my mental health to the point where I all I do is work and rot and mentally feel incapacitated to do any of my hobbies. Unfortunately I have to be an adult and can't leave my job until I can get another job 💀

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Chapter 10 Previous Next

Your ears pick up on the growing sounds of birds chirping. Your skin felt the blanket of warmth lay over you along with your eyelids exposed to the light of the sunrise over you. Normally, you wouldn’t be opposed to some warmth while you slept, however you found yourself beginning to overheat. You scrunch your brows feeling the heat continue to seep into your skin. Begrudgingly opening your eyes slowly, you do your best to scope your surroundings with minimal movement. You couldn’t quite figure out why you’re feeling so hot right now…until you felt the shimmy of a foreign object across your waist. 

Slowly bringing your chin down to inspect, you see a lightly tan arm wrapped around you. At first you let out a sigh of relief that you didn’t feel any danger posed with the arm and you certainly felt relief when you realised it was just Zoro’s arm. You smile to yourself before slowly closing your eyes in the hopes to return to your peaceful slumber.

‘Zoro’s arms around me…’

….

‘HIS ARM IS AROUND ME???’

Your eyes gape open in the span of 0.00001 seconds, your cheeks begin to heat up as you try to keep your heart calm. Even perspiration wasn’t your friend in this situation. You looked back down at the arm gripping your waist, keeping your arms tightly tucked into your chest like a praying mantis. Your ears potentially picked up on the gentle snores that came from him, your back picking up on the steady breathing that's coming from his chest. 

You didn’t want to wake him up but at the same time, you didn’t want him to wake up to this and feel the anxiety he described to you. You had to ensure that you protected Zoro’s wellbeing as much as he protected everyone else's. Taking a deep quiet breath, you bring your right hand down to gently pry his arm away. 

Amidst your efforts to avoid waking up sleeping beauty, you’d forgotten one small detail about him; he had this uncanny ability to sense any disturbance in his sleep. 

“Y/N, stop moving so much.” Zoro mumbled out. You sucked in a breath. 

‘He’s awake.’

“M’sorry but you’re literally a furnace. Please get off me.” You almost pleaded, you didn’t want him to feel anxious the moment he woke up and saw you. 

Relief flooded you as you felt the heat lift off your skin and the ability to move yourself around. He didn’t seem too bothered by the sleeping arrangement but you remembered how good he was at hiding his true feelings. You turned to look at him on his side as he napped, the gentle inhalation of quiet breaths that filled his chest. Your eyes zoned onto the sunlight perched on his tan skin, deepening his light caramel complexion. Your eyes crept up to his face and the peaceful expression of his closed eyes and solemn lips, the curvature of his nose and the apples of his cheeks.

Ignoring the growing heat in your cheeks, you move to bring yourself to stand off the ground and gently stretch your sore body, the soil on the ground now not quite as soft as you’d remembered it before passing out from exhaustion. You took a few steps away from Zoro, looking around the trees and over the lake to refresh yourself on your surroundings. 

“When should we go back?’’ You broke the silence as you continued looking around. 

“Gimme five min.’’ 

You rolled your eyes. 

‘Typical Zoro’

“You can nap on the ship.’’ You counter argue. You knew five minutes would turn into at least an hour. 

“I know.’’ 

“Then…what's stopping us from going home earlier?” You persisted.

“You.’’ 

Frowning in confusion, you turned to face the swordsman who hadn’t moved, his eyes still closed. 

“Me?’’ You questioned pointing at yourself unconsciously. 

“I don’t know when it will just be us two like this again.” 

Your breath hitched, your eyebrows relaxed now as you held back the sound of an awe you’d wanted to say in response to his answer. 

“But you said-’’

“I know…I’m fighting it.” His eye finally opened to meet yours, seeing the softness in his iris and the somewhat solemn tone of his voice that sounded accepting of his situation. 

You purse your lips, the guilt you’d felt for him came back in full force. Clearing your voice, you walked to stand in front of him, holding out your hand, noticing his focus shifting to it. 

“I’m starving, we haven’t eaten anything in over 24 hours.” 

Zoro gave a quick huff before accepting your hand and helping him up. In doing so, once he was up he dragged you into a hug, the air in your lungs practically squeezed out. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“What for?”

“Everything.” 

“Zoro…it's not your fault.” 

He looked at you solemnly, his hands atop each of your shoulders before leaning in to quick your lips a quick peck. You unconsciously slapped your palm over your mouth at the shock of his action, watching the red in the apples of his cheeks grow. 

“Alright, get us out of here.” Zoro tried to sound assertive and confident, unknowingly you could hear a nervous shake in his tone. 

Nodding, you checked your surroundings once more before creating a hole back to the Sunny. Once the hole formed big enough for the both of you to go through, you gestured for him to go in first. He walked through, shortly following after him and finding yourselves back in your shared bedroom. You turned back to close the hole, feeling the effects of your fruit wash over you in exhaustion. The lack of food and water definitely made it worse. 

“You okay?” Zoro cautiously asked. You looked up at him, seeing the concern in his eye. You gave him a small smile and nodded. 

“Yeah it's just the side effects, that's all.” You assured him. 

“Y/N, Marimo…is that you?” You heard a familiar voice muffled behind your door. 

“Yes Sanji, we’re okay.” You loudishly responded, visibly seeing annoyance on Zoro's expression as Sanji opened the door, followed by Nami and Luffy. You could see relief in all of their faces, a small wave of guilt flooded you remembering your sudden departure yesterday. 

“Oh Y/N-chan, are you okay?! Marimo, why does she look like this? I’m going to kill you.” Sanji's face of endearment turned to flames as his gaze went to Zoro who gruffly sighed in response.

“Sanji, I’m fine-” 

“Are you hungry? You must be, let's go.” Sanji grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the room towards the kitchen. You were surprised that you let Sanji lead you but your exhaustion really felt like a heavy weight on you and you didn’t have enough strength to take control from him. You instead just let him lead you to sit at the kitchen table, knowing food and water is needed to make a speedy recovery. 

What your exhaustion failed to pick up on was the hardened grit in Zoro's teeth and deep scowl as he stood there and watched the cook take you away, his hands clenched into fists. His anxiety at the thought of you was in his throat but at the same time his chest burned with anger at the contact Sanji made with your hand. Unconsciously, he let his legs walk him to the kitchen in pursuit of you. 

Nami and Luffy looked at each other in confusion before following behind and taking their seats at the kitchen table, each of them beside you. Shortly, all the Straw Hats followed in and sat as they patiently waited for Sanji to serve them breakfast. Amongst all your crew members, you were the only one who’d been slow at eating, almost picking at your plate as you took your time to savour your food. 

“Y/N, why are you eating so slow?! Are you full? Can I have your food?!” Luffy offered with a big grin on his face, practically seeing stars in his pupils which was soon wiped away as a kitchen cloth was whipped over his face from the angry cook in front of him. 

“You leave her plate alone, how many times do I have to tell you this?” Sanji said through his teeth, walking over to stand beside you and placed his right hand on your shoulder in worry. 

“You don’t have to finish it if you’re full, I won’t feel offended, Y/N-chan.” Sanji said soothingly, you looked up to meet his gaze which quickly dropped to his hand which gripped you gently. 

“It's fine San-” 

What you both didn’t realise was the grumpy swordsman who sat across from you had stood up to go around and grab Sanji's wrist and take it off your shoulder. The other's quiet chatter amongst each other turned into pure silence at the definite start of another infamous Zoro vs Sanji fight.

“Stop touching her so much shit-cook.” Zoro said in a low tone to the cook. You could hear the deep anger in his throat, shifting yourself to look at the swordsman and how his tone equally matches his expression of anger.

“Excuse me? Get your shitty hand off me.” Sanji turned to face Zoro head on. You felt sick to your stomach, you didn’t understand what had gotten into him.

“Why do you keep touching her? You understand she's my wife right? You think I wanna sit here and watch you prance around her like a shitty prairie dog?!” Zoro stated bluntly, you could practically see steam coming off of him. 

The question stunned all the Straw Hats including yourself, your jaw dropped and felt a wave of heat flood you at the sudden change in his behaviour, feeling embarrassed that this started because of you and furthermore more embarrassed it was happening in front of everyone. 

You quickly stood up to stand between the two, taking your focus onto Zoro to calm him. 

“Zoro, its oka-”

“Oh all of a sudden, she's your wife?! You’ve been nothing but shit to her, she's beautiful and the kind of woman that you don’t deserve.” Sanji bit back with fire on fire. You turned to face Sanji, now you were getting pissed off.

“Sanji, that's enough.” 

“Bite me shitty cook.”

“THATS ENOUGH!” Nami shouted as she stood to intervene. You felt a wave of gratitude towards the navigator. 

You took advantage of the given opportunity to defuse the fight and decided to drag Zoro by his wrist away from the kitchen and to the Crows Nest. You could hear the sound of Nami telling off Sanji distance itself as you both moved further away. You both arrived in the nest, dropping his wrist as you took a deep breath to gather your thoughts. You really did try to keep calm but you couldn’t help but ask the one pestering question you had in your mind. 

“What the fuck was that?!” 

“I didn’t want him touching you, I’m so sick of seeing him drool over anyone with a pair of tits.” Zoro hadn’t seemed to calm down since moving him away from the source of his anger. 

“It's not okay to do that, why do you feel the need now to start picking fights because of me?!” You were genuinely upset and confused. You were really trying to be considerate of his feelings and to assure nothing would change until he sorted out his temporary curse. 

“I may not understand how my head is working right now but I know for damn sure I didn’t like seeing that.”

“Zoro, you know what Sanji is like and you know my heart only belongs to you. I wanna find this bastard and end this so we can be together in peace and you don’t have to feel like blowing your brains out.” 

Hearing this you could see Zoros gaze visibly soften, the anger finally dissipated from his being. He brought his right hand up to the back of his neck to stroke away any remnants of anger left, remaining awkwardly standing there.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” Zoro mumbled out sheepishly. 

“I think you apologise to Sanji.” 

“Over my dead body.” Zoro deadpanned. 

“Well it was worth a try.” You chuckled out as you stepped towards him to give a quick hug. 

Zoro allowed the hug as he stood awkwardly, you eventually let go and now both of you stood there not knowing what to do with yourselves. You suddenly felt a presence somewhere in the room, feeling the hair on your body stiffen. You had to concentrate on who it might be until you realised there was a pair of hands pointing towards the exit of the door. 

“Robin wants to speak with us.” You announced to Zoro, you could hear a grunt responding to you before you both embarked out of the Crows Nest and towards the library where you both knew she would be waiting. As you approached the door, Zoro quickly sped up to open the door and let you in first. 

You had to fight the fast-approaching redness of his courteous behaviour, mumbling a shy thank you and entering the library where you found Robin sipping on a tea in the most comfortable looking chair. Lowering her cup, she looked up at the both of you with a small smile on her face. 

“I’m glad you guys are here, don’t worry I won’t take too long. I just wanted to talk about my research into our swordsmans…interesting situation.” Robin clarified, a small pocket of air you’d held in relief itself. 

You’d always braced yourself whenever you were summoned by other people in life, even if it was over the smallest of things. You had to thank your dad for that, the bastard always made you feel like you were in the hot seat whenever you’d conversed (argued more like). 

Robin's small smile turned slightly tight. If that meant anything to you, it was that she hadn’t found anything positive. 

“Zoro has been touched by our friend who holds the Wipe-Wipe no Mi devil fruit abilities. I must say there's very little written about it. The reason that not a lot is known about this fruit is because it gives the user the ability to wipe either your entire memory or certain portions or people of their choosing, which is what's happened to Zoro-san.” 

You unconsciously nodded, recalling the prick had mentioned he’d purposely removed you from Zoro's memory. 

“When our friend Enver had wiped you from his memory, in the process he added some sort of barrier around his mind. This barrier is keeping him in a state where any thought of you makes him mentally push you away even more. This would explain his behaviour towards you and why he feels he needs to stay away is not of his own doing but because he cannot control it. It's quite interesting when you think about it and how powerful this could be in the wrong hands, in this instant it is and we have to stop him in any way we can.” 

“I-is there any cure to this?” You asked cautiously, soaking in the information Robins spent weeks looking into for you. 

A quiet disappointed sigh expelled from the archaeologist. 

“I’ll be honest; there is no known cure. Zoro could be like this for the rest of his life.” 

You’d felt your heart drop, your lip thinned as it threatened to wobble at the thought of your husband being in this endless cycle of anxiety for life. 

“However, I have faith that Zoro can break this.” 

“Despite no victim recorded ever being known to break this barrier, I believe that Zoro is strong enough that he could break the barrier. He has already shown that he can speak to you and be around you even if he is constantly fighting away the urge to be away from you 24/7. This is our hope.” 

“What about Chopper's cure?” Zoro asked. 

“Inconclusive, our poor doctor has worked himself to the bone trying to figure out what's wrong with his antidote. He may not be able to find a cure at all, however, I won’t discourage him from trying for his friends.” You hummed in agreement and appreciation of Choppers efforts. 

“Don’t lose hope, it's all we have right now.” Robin assured me. 

You used to be a woman of God, the idea of something better coming despite your difficult upbringing allowed for your will to continue. You’d since given up on belief since Zoro's disappearance. All the bad that had happened to you during the time you were apart and you couldn’t comprehend why any God or powerful force above would ever hurt you the way this did when you’d committed no atrocities and only wanted to live peacefully. 

“Thank you for everything Robin, I’ll be off.” You’d walked out of the room, leaving Zoro behind who seemed deep in thought. There was one question the archaeologist pondered about the swordsman. The swordsman had about to make a step out towards the exit until he heard Robin's throat clearing itself. 

“Zoro-san, have you seen anything come back to you in the weeks that Y/N has been with us?” 

Zoro stayed still hearing her question, choosing not to answer. He knew that she knew deep inside he had started seeing the flashbacks. He also knew she would be wise not to be and that she had to trust his reasons for keeping this to himself all this time.

Robin hummed, confirming her suspicions as she watched the swordsman leave the library.  

‘I wonder if he’s fallen for her again…’

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Coming To An Understanding #6

Halfway through with these - another 6 to go!

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You turn the corner onto your block and see Melissa sitting on the steps leading up to your apartment. 

“Shit, did I take that long?” you practically pant, glancing down at your watch.  You thought you had been making pretty good time.  “Am I late?” you ask breathlessly as you approach, struggling to catch your breath.  Maybe you got the wrong time? 

“No,” replies the red head, watching as you flop down a couple of steps below her, arms braced on your legs as you try to regulate your breathing.  “I’m just a bit early,” she shrugs.  Then after a beat, “You didn’t say you ran?”

“I hate it,” you say by way of reply, pleased that your voice doesn’t sound quite as strained.  You sit up, looking across to where she sits, and making sure you keep your sweaty self away from her.  “I don’t tell anyone in case they offer to be my running buddy.  I don’t have the breath to talk and run at the same time.  And I definitely don’t have the enthusiasm they probably would.”

She frowns at you for a moment.  “Then why do it?”

You manage a laugh at that.  “Because you look like that,” you tell her, gesturing vaguely at her general magnificence.  “And I look like this.”

“What do you mean you look like that?” she asks, gesturing at you.  “You look great.”

You fidget a little under her scrutiny.  “I have squidgy bits,” you finally mumble.  “And if I don’t do this and I keep eating every delicious thing you make I’m gonna have more squidgy bits.”

“I like your squidgy bits,” she says with a frown, slightly hurt you haven’t realised she likes your body as it is.  Sad that she’s not made it clear.

You duck your head.  “Still, I gotta make an effort somehow.”  You feel her reach out to tuck a flyaway lock of hair behind your ear, moving away from her.  “I’m gross right now.”

She merely smirks.  “I like you all hot and bothered.”

You shake your head.  “I’m sweaty and gross and I’m going for a shower before you even think about touching me,” you tell her, pushing yourself to your feet and fishing out your key.

“What if you had company in that shower?”

[cosmicanemoia]

Ms. Nobody

Melissa schemmenti x reader

SUMMARY

You show up at Abbott Elementary and stick your nose into everybody's business, and no one knows what you really do.

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You were walking down the hallway of Abbott Elementary looking for the principal's office, but you couldn't seem to find it. You were wearing a black and white, three piece pinstripe suit, looking like a stuck-up, but also, like a million bucks, you thought its suffocating.

A woman with a leather jacket paired with tight leather pants walks in your direction, as she gets closer from where you stand, you realise her hair is red, some of it tuck in a cat-eye-framed glasses.

You noticed she's fixated on her phone, so you block her way to make her notice you, she accidentally bumps into you, noticing you too late to stop on her tracks "Sorry, miss. Could you please point me in the direction of the principal's office?" She observed you with a stoic look on her face, you know she's trying to get a read on you "just follow me. I was going there anyway"

The walk to the Ava's office was filled with silence and when you got there, Ava checks you out and raises an eyebrow, she looks at the red haired woman "Damn! Schemmenti, thanks for bringing me a hot stripper. How'd you know I need to release some stress" miss Schemmenti made a dumbfounded face "wha--" she's trying to say something but you interrupted her "That's highly inappropriate" you said that left a silence in the room for a few seconds until you break it "That's highly inappropriate if I wasn't a stripper" both of the women's eyes widened by your revelation.

You started unbuttoning your blazer "but lucky for you I was" their jaw dropped at the sight "woah-- w-what the hell is going on?" Melissa earnestly asked looking around the room, confused by the act happening in the principal's office, you took your blazer off, throw it in a chair, and started unbuttoning your vest "I don't know-- but I'm liking every second of it" Ava replied, her eyes fixated on you. A smirk starts to form in your mouth, both women liking the scene more than they should, you took the vest off and throw it in with the blazer, you started to loosen your tie, you were holding back a laugh for quite some time but you couldn't hold it in anymore, so you burst out laughing, the two women bewildered "I'm just kidding!-- I'm not a stripper" you announce "what!?!" Ava and Melissa both shouted at the same time, their voice both frustrated and annoyed.

"Principal Coleman, I need to talk to you in private regarding classified topics" you took a seat in front of her. Ava gulped and clear her throat which Melissa mirrored "of course. Melissa, what do you need?" The principal asked the teacher "Uh- I forgot... I'll just come back later" Melissa walks out.

You've been there for a couple months now since that day. You've easily made friends with most of the teachers there. Janine always asks you questions but you rarely get to answer them because the topics sometimes change way too fast. Jacob jokes around you, talking nonstop, mostly dropping random facts about something not very well known but you already knew them so it fascinates him. Gregory asks you questions out of nowhere, he's quite and he listen but speaks his mind when he feel the need to do so, and you're just willing to listen. Barbara is always glad when you come to observe her class and is always kind to you. Ava unashamedly flirting with you everytime she can, you sometimes flirt back which makes her fluster and blush. Mr. Johnson telling you stories no one would bother to listen to or believe, but you always listen and you don't care if his stories are believable or not, they're still good stories nonetheless. Melissa scoffs at you when she sees you but it only lasted for a week, and she eventually warms up to you, but you know she still have some doubt and still don't fully trust you, you make her smile and you make her laugh everytime you can.

The teacher's are gathered in the teacher's lounge given that it's lunch time. They were chit chatting and catching up until the topic of their conversation became you.

"There's this mysterious woman who came from nowhere and people doesn't know what she really does here, where she came from, we only know she observes the school and do nothing else" Melissa stated making the other teachers question what are your true motives. They added and added so called facts and evidence of your actions trying to figure you out.

You made your way to the teacher's lounge with your hands in the pockets of your jacket, when you open the door and walk in, the room fell silent. You made your way to the vending machine "how is everybody?" You inquired but your met with silence still and you could feel the tension, you turn your back to check on them and when you do, all their eyes are shooting daggers at you. "What's going on?" You inquire once again, and once again your met with silence.

"You a cop?" Melissa ask you, breaking the silence. You slowly walk closer to her and you sigh "actually, I am." You pulled out a hand cuff out of your jacket, and everyone is stunned, "and Melissa Ann Schemmenti, you are under arrest for obstruction of justice, aiding and abetting, and harboring a criminal in your home" you started to handcuff her, she scoffs "That's ridiculous! I don't know what you're talking about" everyone is in complete shock. A smirk that has formed in your face since you handcuff her begins to become a grin, you tug softly at her shoulder and starts to walk, but halfway through the door you halted and speak again "but mostly for stealing my heart" you burst out laughing and it clicked to everyone what you just did, everyone is holding back their laughter, afraid of the redhead's wrath that you might have unleashed. Your laugh fades when you realise you're the only one laughing, it turned into an awkward chuckle "oookaayyyy. Tough crowd"

Melissa rolled her eyes "ha- ha- satisfied? Now get this off of me" she commanded. You started to search your pockets and nothing "Uh- I might have lost the key" you look at her with puppy eyes, "if this is another one of your jokes, I swear--" her sentence, unfinished, as you tug her and interrupt her "come, I have a copy hidden somewhere" you said as you lead her out the door. When you both are out of sight everyone sighed loudly releasing the breath they didn't know they were holding back.

While walking down the hallway Melissa ask you "so, you just carry around a handcuff with you?" "Who doesn't?" You answered like it's a totally normal thing to carry handcuffs around. She rolled her eyes again, tired of your antics, now clearly irritated, "what kind of idiot carries a handcuff and not have the keys?" You raise your two thumbs and started pointing it to yourself "this idiot, obviously. --Is it idiotic? Or is it part of my grand master plan to get you alone in a private room, with me?" You whispered the last part of your sentence in her ear in a seductive tone.

She's quite for a long time until she ask another question "where'd you put this key anyway? I feel like we've been walking in circles" you smiled and stop in front of her "we actually are" she stopped on her track and looks at you, furious, evident in her eyes.

You started to walk again and this time with the intention of getting the key. You knock at Ava's door and she tells you to come in. You walk in and Ava lifted her gaze from whatever she was doing on her laptop to you "Hey hottie" you shake your head unimpressed with her flirting "where's the key to your handcuffs?" Melissa burst in "This is Ava's handcuffs?!" She lifts and wave her hands "Yes. She gave it to me earlier to hold onto. And you presented an opportunity for it to be used-- so, here we are..." you answered her and she scoff "you won't see another light of day, when I get out of this freaking situation" you smiled at her, daring her to follow through her threat "Nobody carries a handcuff around unless they're actually a cop" you explain "or a stripper" ava added to the end of your sentence.

"Dear god give me patience or I might actually commit murder" Melissa closed her eyes and prayed, as Ava toss the keys to you, and you catch it. You walk over to Melissa to uncuff her as she glares and growls at you. When you finally freed her she massage her wrist and she fake pouncing on you which made Ava flinch, but you stand there unfazed.

Melissa walks out the room first. You drop the cuffs on Ava's table and walk out the office without saying a word.

You had an eventful evening, but today's school is over. You made your way outside the school through the parking lot.

Someone suddenly pulled you, then pushed you against the wall, it was Melissa who is out for blood, your blood. She has you pinned against the wall, you're not complaining, in fact, you actually like it, that position, but really, you just like her.

"Don't think I'll pity you because you're young and pretty. You don't know who you're messing with" she said and you cant help but blush "you think I'm pretty?-- I think you're pretty too, pretty and HOT!" You said emphasising the last word. You were looking eye to eye, faces inches away from each other, you let your eyes wander on her lips, and before both of you knew it, you were kissing her, but you suddenly pulled away when you realise she's not kissing back. She let go of you "first you handcuff me, call me hot, and now kisses me--- what the hell is wrong with you kid?" You look down at your feet ashamed of yourself but you look back gazing in her eyes "I'm not a kid.-- And there's nothing wrong with me.--- I'm just... just-- completely and utterly head over heels for you" you felt something hit the side of your face, you caress it with your hand, she had slapped you, you bit on your lower lip, your chest starting to tighten "don't mess with me like that" she said plainly "I'm no--" "Shut up" she said before you could explain yourself.

You just stood there in the cold as you watch her drive away. 'I really fucked this, shit!' You thought to yourself. You let out a loud sigh thinking how you screwed out really big.

The next day you went to school early, hoping you'd catch her and apologise for being such an asshole, but she didn't get in until before the class starts leaving no time for chit chats, especially with you.

Lunch came and you announce your presence when you walk in the teacher's lounge. You scan the room and you saw everyone is there. "I know you have question. I'm going to answer them truthfully and seriously" you said confidently and you sit on the couch.

Janine raises her hand and you raises your eyebrow at her signaling her to go for it "I actually forgot what to ask- I'm just eager to learn more about you" you nodded and you lean in the couch resting your elbows in your thighs "I know none of you know my name. That's OK. Ms. Nobody sounds good to me, but my name is y/l/n, y/n y/l/n.

"I have a question" Melissa speaks up "What is it you actually do here?" You think for a second "good question. *sighs* I help school that are about to be shut down by the government because the number of students doesn't meet the minimum quota for a public school to be open and for the lack of teachers teaching at the said school or schools that are barely making do"

"We're about to be shut down?" Janine asked to no one, and the teachers starts to converse among themselves, everyone of them shocked by the revelation.

A few minutes later "all teachers please proceed to the library after class we're having an unplanned meeting" Ava said to the intercom.

Someone is about to ask you question but the bell rang and they all dispersed, saddened by the news you told them. You rest your back on the sofa sighing with relief that you don't have to carry that secret anymore.

They went on to their classes pushing the news to the back of of their minds and went teaching like they always do.

The class are over and after the teachers tidy up and finish some things before they head to the library. There are a lot of them when you got there so you didn't bother to sit, you just stood and lean against the bookshelf trusting that if it can hold that many books, it can hold you as well.

Everyone is settled in the library. "I know y/n, has break the news to you. But we are not going to be shut down" Everyone simultaneously lets out a sigh of relief.

Melissa turns her head to look at you "you think everything is a joke, don't you? K--" "No. Of course not." You interrupted her before she finish.

"Everyone listen up. Let me rephrase my beautiful self. We are not going to be shut down because of y/n, and as long as she's here, we'll be okay" Ava collects her things and starts to walk away "Is that all? Are we finished?" Janine ask the principal "Janine, why'd you always gotta be so needy?" She scoffs and continues on her way.

You walk over to where Melissa and Barbara are sitting. "Hi Barbs" you greeted her with a pleasant smile and she replied "thanks for helping the school dear" you smile at her more before you turn your attention to Melissa "Hey, hot stuff. Can I talk to you?" "What'd you wanna talk about?" She ask and Barbara excuse herself so you sat next to her.

You are now alone together in the library. "I just wanted to say sorry for the handcuffs thing, and for stealing a kiss from you" she's just sat there quietly "also, I really mean what I said that night" "what? That I'm hot?" She ask still not looking at you, you look down on your knees and smile to yourself "yeah. That too" You grabbed her hand that is resting on her thighs and rest it on yours instead while you held it "I know you think I'm just messing with you. And I can see why you think that. But, I'm not. I'm being serious and I really mean it.-- please, look at me" you requested and she obliged "I'm in love with you" she just stares at you for a moment and then look away, her hand still held by yours.

You close your eyes and smile but you feel defeated. You let go of her hands and stand up. "I'm sorry" she said right before you walk away so you turn on your back to face her "what?" she's quite for a minute contemplating something "I'm sorry for slapping you" she said and you smiled to her "it's okay. I deserved it.-- and I kinda like it" you said and you wink at her "of course you do" she smiles more wide than usual, she's amused.

She stands up and walks up to you closing the space you made when you walk out, she reach on your fore arms and rub it gently, trying to warm you up. "You're getting cold" she said to you but you know you're hot on the inside caused by the woman's touch "And, no. You didn't deserve it" she said and she starts to let go of you but you pulled her into a hug "it's okay. I know you didn't mean it" you said as you hug her tighter.

You let yourself loosen the embrace but you feel hers tighten, not yet ready to let go, so you tighten your arms around her once more, waiting for her to be ready to let go.

You hugged for more than a couple of minutes until she finally let go, you smiled at each other, saying goodbye with your eyes knowing that you'll meet again soon.

After you've taken a few step away from her she shouted "come over for dinner at my house, let me apologise properly" you look at her with a grin "if you wanted to ask me out for a date, you could've just said so" "and there it is" she gesture with her hands showcasing you and you curtsied at her before you went on your merry way.

You knock and rang on Melissa's door and she opens them right away, inviting you in. Your eyes fixated on her, she looks so comfortable and it warms you, secretly hoping she would be comfortable with you too.

You watch her as you sit on the kitchen counter while she cooks making light conversations.

Her homecooked meal taste so good, you're saying "mmmhh" and nod your head at the same time every time you take a bite. She looks contented and proud of herself.

You were quite for a moment so she ask you "What are you thinking?" You look at her with a wide grin "you don't wanna know" you tease "just tell me" she commanded and you quickly abide "I'm just thinking that my grand master plan actually works. Even better than I'd imagine. Now, I'm eating delicious home cooked meal at your house with a beautiful view right in front of me"

She pulls you in for a kiss, a passionate kiss, which you return with the same desperation she had. You both pulled away at the same time, gasping for air, and catching your breath "I'm just taking back the kiss you stole from me" she said trying to defend her action, you smiled at her "How long have you been wanting to do that?" "Way too long, apparently" she replied and you both burst out laughing.

The night is going great and maybe it will get greater. You don't know where this night might lead you, but you don't care, as long as she's with you, every step of the way.

[gunbun]

this post is about the cultural concerns regarding ffxiv: dawntrail

Hi doods. Activism has brushed up against fandom YET AGAIN but this time it punches me straight in the heritage and this time I wanna talk about it.

I'm a non-status Qalipu Mik'maq, for the record. An Indigenous American, if thou wilt.

I discuss some pretty heavy shit below the cut. I pray it persists across all devices. Please advise if you want me to tag this as something, or block the tags I have used. I do not need anyone to spread this on my behalf, I do not need anyone's defense. I just have some thoughts and I want to think them.

So it's been less than 24 hours since Dawntrail was announced and we got the Keynote.

We're going to Fantasy The Americas! Before Industrialization!

Many people went "oh hell yeah, that's Brazil, this is gonna be great! We don't usually see this!"

On Twitter especially, many MORE people lost their goddamn minds, citing CBU3's prior wobbles with depicting foreign/indigenous persons.

And of course, the White Community Leaders are out in force performing pre-emptive outrage or even asking people to quit FFXIV in light of this announcement.

I'm here to ask folks not to do that.

What follows is my tweet-thread about it.

"It is perfectly okay to be waiting and seeing how Tural is going to be portrayed in Dawntrail. It's okay to have a concern.

It is NOT okay to come out preemptively swinging and performing outrage.

Because blood quanta are their own touchy subject I usually don't bring this up, but I am the class of indigenous person what represents "what's left".

And I fucking tell you now I don't need the opinions of Concerned White People.

I do not need Concerned White People telling me what colonialism is.

I do not need Concerned White People telling me to be mad.

I do need Concerned White People to realise that the above two actions are microaggressive as fuuuuck.

"but Jai, aren't you White?"

colonialism and genocide comes in many forms. this includes forcing indigenous persons to assimilate or be killed.

also stuff like reinforcing the idea that being indigenous is shameful so that when their descendants find out, they deny it."

Thus ended my tweet thread. There's one more tweet linking to qalipu.ca.

So I want to write more about this on Tumblr.

I really want to make sure that folks take a hard look at what they're concerned about and why.

Like… a lot of White Concern about the use of indigenous motifs in Dawntrail is itself a brand of anti-indigenous racism.

Thinking that the MSQ is going to automatically be about the Scions starting a colonialism in Tural? That's a pretty gross thing to say in the same breath y'all complain about Always Fantasy Europe.

Calling "cultural appropriation" when everyday items are displayed and depicted in the manner in which they were/are used (gulal, curry)? Way to exoticise foreign and indigenous cultures by thinking that everything they make, wear, use, or eat is something of Deep Cultural Significance that Cannot Ever Be Shared With Outsiders. Saris and salwar kameez are just as culturally significant as skirts and slacks. Moccasins are just shoes.

And moreover, getting preemptively Concerned when thus far THERE IS LITERALLY NO NEED TO BE CONCERNED is actually kind of beyond the pale. I haven't seen many indigenous folks and/or folks from South America being anything but pleased that this time The Americas gets a cool pastiche like Europe, Asia, and India have gotten in the past. There's an undercurrent of "oh no, I hope it's not bad stereotypes" which is ABSOLUTELY OKAY. Reblog and retweet what THOSE people are saying. Do not add commentary.

Preemptively saying "you're worried" about your South American/Indigenous friends with zero indication that they're bothered? Come the actual fuck on. We are not a monolithic group that you can "be concerned" for to get a pat on the back later as a Good Person. Do not Perform the I'm A Good Person And The Worst Thing You Could Do is CALL Me A Racist dance.

Don't "get ahead of the discourse". Not every conversation needs your fucking input. Shut your mouth.

What is and isn't an Offensive Portrayal of Indigenous Americans is a lot more nuanced than most people who like to perform outrage make it out to be.

We can and will speak up for ourselves. Share our words and our concerns if you must. Do not go and distill our words and turn us into the monolith you hide behind to perpetuate white saviourism and neocolonialism.

We aren't a monolith of poor uneducated people who don't understand what the europeans did that need to be uwu protected.

[love-hatred-stuff]

solo [sequel shot]

》 alright so I know it's starts off rough but this is for those who needed a happy end for my fic "solo"

Enjoy my babiesss :3 ♡

"Come on. Please tell me what I did wrong and I'll fix it."

"I'm wrong, James! I was wrong and that isn't your fault. I just don't wanna hang out anymore." A few tears slipped past your eyelids. You were devastated and you knew this day would come. You knew one day he'll find someone that's better than you. Not as broken as you. More useful as a partner in a relationship and not someone who ruins fucking everything.

You were truly heartbroken. But you tried to be happy for him and you were actually. It stung nonetheless, seeing him with another girl that seems to be so put together, so emotionally available. Complete opposite of you and you guess that's why it hurt even more. Him picking someone who is the exact opposite personality type of yours, not to mention someone who looks completely different from what you looked like. It underlined your deepest fear, him actually prefering everything that doesn't represent you.

The thought that had held you together for the past years had suddenly lost its meaning, the thought that he loved you more than anyone else, his promise to be always available for you, vanished, broken. You tried to understand, but it was more than just hard to comprehend.

"But why won't you tell me the reason!?" Bucky was crushed when he heard from you that you can't see each other anymore privately, that he had to forget about you and your close friendship. Because what you didn't know, was that he still loved you, he never stopped. He had never found someone better than you because for him someone like that doesn't even exist. Bucky only ever wanted you to be his, the person he's been in love with for the past two years, the one that he can't help but feel the need to take care of.

"I can't just say 'yeah okay, I won't bother you anymore' to my best friend of so many years I've lost count! You're not just a friend to me, y/n. You're everything I have. You're the only person that truly knows me." James wiped his mouth in desperation. He couldn't loose you. He'd stop breathing.

"Yeah, clearly not." You mumbled under your breath.

"What was that?" He didn't quite catch that.

"James, you know how I am. I'm selfish, manipulative and stubborn. I can't look at your face anymore. Not while knowing you're thinking of someone else while looking a me."

Buckys eyes widened. Only now realising what was going on.

"Why would I do that? I only ever think of you. My brain doesn't even know what to think of otherwise. Would you mind to explain what or who got you thinking this way?" He k ow demanded further explanation.

"I don't wanna talk about this anymore. I'm gonna head home." Was the only answer you gave him, taking your bag, ready to leave him the fuck alone with his new girl.

"I think the fuck not." Bucky walked in front of you, blocking your way.

Now it was your turn to be surprised. He never talked to you like this. He barely cursed.

"I really should though, I don't wanna take away your quality time with someone else." It may have sounded childish but you meant it. You didn't wanna take away his chance to find and enjoy love. You've done that enough the past years.

"What are you even talking about? I don't have anyone else to spend my time with, are you kidding me?" He was endlessly confused.

This was the last straw, now you were getting angry. He should stop acting like he wasn't meeting up with this girl that he met at a party. You were fucking there when they introduced each other. And you were convinced he had already slept with her. Though you wouldn't blame him, as she really was gorgeous, not only that, but she seemed genuine, too. A real catch.

"Are you kidding me?! James, stop acting like there's nothing between Anna and you! I know there is, I have eyes, you know. Besides, Steve always tells me how much you talk, not only with her but also about her. And knowing that makes me sick! I want you to be happy, and if that happiness doesn't require me, I'm fine with that, but I don't wanna watch you fall in love with her! I just can't, okay? So my decision is to avoid you two so I don't have to look at it any fucking longer, or else I'll go insane!" That's it. That's all you had to say. It was more than you intended to but at least you've got it out.

Bucky just stood there, completely baffled, speechless. He couldn't believe it.

You've tried to shove him out of your way, but he didn't budge.

"If you aren't gonna say anything, can I leave?" You groaned, feeling vulnerable now that he knew your heart.

"So you are telling me, you're jealous of Anna? Of someone who'll always be more interested in you than me?" Your heart began to race.

"Are you implying that she isn't into guys?" You wanted to make sure, not quite getting his point.

Bucky nodded calmly.

"Yeah, she's into you though." He replied.

"Oh my God!" You scoffed, embarrassed by yourself, looking anywhere except his eyes.

"I really thought you liked her. I thought you two were hooking up. I'm so sorry for misinterpreting this, James."

"Quit with the 'James'. You were jealous, weren't you?" He nudged you.

"I guess I was." You nodded shyly.

"Does that mean that- that you like me?" His cheeks getting rosy, you looked up at him.

"Of course I like you, dork!" You laughed, but he sighed.

"No I mean; really like me. As in you're in love me?" Bucky was unsure and scared asking this, but it was time to make this confession.

You looked away, your smile turning into something more vulnerable.

"I don't know? I just want you to myself. I want you to only take care of me, no one else. You're only boy I would let sleep in my bed next to me. And over all I guess I wouldn't mind being more than just a friend to you."

Bucky gently stroked your tear stained cheek, looking lovingly into your eyes.

"You've always been more than a friend to me Y/n. If you let me, I would like to call you my girlfriend and not just my best friend. Because hell, I fucking am in love with you!" He leaned in and let his lips softly touch yours for the first time. It was even better than he imagined it to be.

You two kissed for the following ten minutes without having to take a break. When he carefully let go of your lips to breath, he leaned his forehead against you and sighed once again, this time in utter happiness.

"So what do you say? Will you finally be mine?" His voice sweet and so full of love, just like the kiss you had shared.

"I don't know, what did you say? Anna likes me, yeah?" You joked, giggling into his chest.

He laughed along with you.

"Don't you dare." Bucky smiled, giving you another kiss.

He knew he wouldn't ever be able to get enough of the girl he was now finally allowed to call his.

[theemporium]

[1.5k] neither you nor jj were overtly romantic or bothered by valentine’s day, but sometimes it was nice to give your lover a surprise. (smut)

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JJ Maybank wasn’t a hopeless romantic in any sense of the phrase. 

He was a realist, he didn’t have high expectations and he sure as hell didn’t ever think his life would turn out like one of those shabby rom-coms John B would rope them into watching because he was a fucking sucker for them. 

To be completely honest, JJ didn’t even think romance or anything like that would be in his life at all. He thought he was destined for one night stands, meaningless hookups and a life of bachelorhood. 

Somehow, by some fucking dumb sheer luck, he had found you. And the way you got together was not necessarily romantic or over-the-top or a story that would make people’s hearts swoon. 

But it was your story and that was more than enough for him. 

“Baby?” 

“Yeah?”

“Do you think this cheese is safe to eat?” 

There was a pause as JJ hunched over the counter, poking the block of cheese with the knife as he stared at the odd spots. He was peckish and the block of cheddar was quite literally the only thing in the chateau fridge. 

“Jay, baby, please throw the cheese in the fucking bin.” 

He snorted, almost seeing the way your nose scrunching in disgust despite the fact you were sat in the other room. There were a few moments of silence before he heard your voice again. 

“I’m serious, Maybank.” 

“Okay, okay, it’s in the bin.”

With a huff, he did a quick scope over the fridge and cupboards once again just to make sure there weren’t any potential snacks he had missed out on, only to let out a small huff when he realised the kitchen was quite literally empty. 

Shutting the fridge door, he began to shuffle through the narrow corridor towards the back of the chateau, towards the bedroom he had practically taken over. You had the place to yourselves most of the time these days since John B was mostly following Sarah about, sneaking in and out of Tanny Hill with ease considering the place was a damn mansion and big enough to hide in even when her parents were home. Not that JJ was complaining or going out of his way to actively discourage his friend, he enjoyed having the place to himself. 

Except when he was left on grocery duty. He fucking hated grocery duty. 

But he knew he could rope you into it pretty easily, flashing you that puppy dog look that usually got him what he wanted. But also the fact you would never trust him to do a run alone, considering the last time the chateau was stocked to the brim with beer and junk food with not a single vegetable in sight. 

“Hey baby, do you wanna go—” 

Yet, the question on his lips quickly came to a stop as he stepped into the bedroom and found you lying on the bed, sprawled out just for him. 

Now, the sight itself was nothing new to JJ. In fact, he was one goddamn lucky bastard that it was a sight he saw pretty fucking often. Just like the sight of you in his clothes—as you were now—was not a new sight.

It was something you did even before the two of you started dating and he could never quite find it within himself to be mad. He was a boy with very few possessions that he could truly label as his own, yet you stealing them from under his nose and prancing around the island in his clothes made his chest puff out more than he cared to admit. 

He liked you in his clothes. He really liked you in his clothes. He especially liked fucking you in his clothes. 

But the thing that left the boy standing aimlessly in the doorway with his brain unable to process anything other than the pretty girl lying on his bed was not the fact you were wearing one of his cut-off tanks. No, it was the peaks of black lace that caught his attention. 

Black lace lingerie. 

“I…you…woah,” he murmured hopelessly, eyes glued to the way his shirt shifted when you moved to sit up, hiding what little he could see of your panties and he found himself recklessly wanting to reach forward and rip his shirt off you so nothing could hide them from him. 

“I like it when you get all tongue-tied,” you commented with a grin, watching as the blushing boy shuffled towards the bed until his knees hit the mattress and he slowly lowered down onto the floor. 

“Am I dreaming?” he murmured mostly to himself. “Because if I am, don’t wake me up. Please.” 

You snorted. “You aren’t dreaming, baby.” 

“Did I do something good recently?” JJ continued, his eyes glazed over as his hands gripped your knees, slowly gliding upwards only to let out a small whine when you batted his hands away from the edge of the tank top. “Is this what I get for good behaviour?” 

“Would you be a good boy if this was your reward, Maybank?” 

“Baby, I would be the best fucking boy for you.” 

You grinned as you clamped your lower lip between your teeth, reaching to grip his chin with your hand and push his head up until his gaze met yours. You could see the desire blown out in his eyes, the look of pure neediness and want, the look that made you clench your thighs together. 

“Just thought my boy deserved a little Valentine's treat,” you told him as your thumb brushed against his lower lip. “A little festive lovin’.” 

He lightly nipped your thumb, a mischievous glint in his ocean blue eyes.. “Does that mean I get to unwrap my present?” 

“That means you can do whatever you want, baby,” you whispered as you leaned your head down close enough so your lips were brushing against his. “You wanna fuck me in this little number, then you can fuck me in it.” 

“Shit,” JJ hissed as he felt his cock harden in his shorts. “You can’t just say stuff like that.” 

Your eyes glimmered in amusement. “I can’t?”

“You’re a fucking vixen,” he muttered before his hand reached for the back of your neck, pulling your lips down onto his in a heated, messy kiss. 

JJ didn’t even hesitate, not as the sound of fabric tearing echoed through the room or the soft thump as he dropped his ruined tank to the floor. Not as he tugged you to the edge of the bed, your ass barely hanging off the edge and your legs thrown over his shoulders. 

And definitely not when he kissed your clothed clit, listening to the pretty whines you let out as he teased you over the lacy fabric.

“Jay,” you breathed out in a low moan as his tongue swiped over the fabric of your panties. “Please.” 

“It’s my present, baby,” he murmured against you, his warm breath fanning over your cunt and making you squirm underneath him. “I can do what I want.” 

For once in his goddamn life, JJ Maybank was fucking patient and it made you want to scream. 

You squirmed and wiggled and shifted beneath him as he teased you until you had soaked through those lace panties, until your inner thighs were glistening with your arousal and only then—only fucking then—did he hook his finger around the fabric, pushing it to the side before his tongue greedily lapped against your cunt. 

“Fuck!” you cried out, fingers tugging on the locks of his hair as he tightened his arms around you, keeping you locked down on the mattress as he enjoyed his gift. 

He didn’t stop when you cried out his name between breathy, whiny moans. He didn’t stop when you pulled on his hair and bucked your hips against his face. He didn’t stop when you tried to push his head away, the pleasure overwhelming and far too much but even then you found yourself coming all over his face a second time that night. 

“Shit, shit, shit,” you murmured helplessly as he finally lifted his head, his eyes hooded and sleepy but the grin on his face was so fucking smug, you swore the sight could have made you come again. 

“My pretty girl,” JJ cooed softly as he slowly crawled over your body, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal but that just made him look even better, in some weird fucking way. “Did so good f’me.” 

“I wanted to look pretty for you,” you whined softly as his fingers traced along the matching lace bra. 

“You look fucking gorgeous, baby,” he muttered as he leaned down to place a kiss along the hem of the bra, nipping the skin until it was red and pretty. “Can’t wait to fucking wreck this thing when I fuck you in it.” 

You moaned. 

“Yeah?” His grin fucking widened. “My girl want that?” 

“I really fucking do, Jay.” 

“Happy Valentine’s, baby,” he whispered against your lips before he kissed you breathless. “I’m gonna fuck you senseless.”

.

[tagedeszorns]

I can't believe I'm doing this ...

I found this neat nugget on my doorstep.

Edit: At this post, to be precise. Just for context.

Well, @beril66. Okay. Normally I'm the nice explainer-bear in this part of the woods, answering even the strangest questions in a friendly and detailed way. Normally I'm the damned Credible Hulk who even feeds trolls with lore until they are round and peaceful or at least waddle away into the wilderness again after the winter feeding to survive the frost period …

But this … this is beyond my boiling point!

Listen, you clown - you come traipsing into my blog, obviously didn't even bother to look at the last three posts, obviously don't even know who Saqqara is and therefore don't see the irony behind letting a diabolist explain the world - and instead of just keeping yourself nice and closed, you throw up something like your comments on my living room carpet? What went wrong in your childhood?

But you know what? I just can't help it. I should end this text here, block you back under your bridge and go back to drawing naked Astartes. But instead, once again, I can't get out of my skin and feel the urge to reply.

I can't say now that you give me much to work with. Nothing but "No, it's not like that, I think it's great and you're stupid". That's not exactly the level at which I usually discuss Warhammer - but I'll make it work.

So: If you had looked at my blog even superficially you would know that I like TTS. I am therefore looking at it with a very friendly eye. The fact that I'm not upset about the portrayal of my absolute favourite characters Lucius and Fabius should give you the additional hint that I have no problem at all with something I like being made fun of. But I am not wearing the ultimate fanboy-blinders and am able to keep my distance and can therefore say that I do not find both Magnus and Dorn portrayed "in character". Extensively readable in the Heresy novels (for Dorn and Magnus, by the way, many of the characterisation gems here can be found in the later anthologies. Which explains a lot of the mistakes in TTS, as not much of it had been released yet when they started their project and set the characters. So the creators couldn't know any better. The fact that angry fans are now shitting their incendiary speeches at my feet here is of course then rather unreflective. But I can't blame Alfabusa and the team for that. You don't choose your fans). That you conclude from this that I think the Emperor is great and am humourless is in itself extremely amusing. But you're probably right.

He's the best. I aspire to be like him. Also, please educate yourself about the difference between "well written" and "being a good guy". Because the Emperor is well written in a lot of cases, he just isn't a good guy.

For me, TTS is not the problem. It's people like you who obviously don't want to delve further into the subject matter, but turn memes into canon. No one needs to have read every scrap of lore. I myself am very selective in what I read and I know far too little. Learning new things, changing my mind accordingly - that's a big part of the fun I have in fandom. I allow myself the luxury of challenging my fan-ness with books and opinions that don't line up with mine. At best, I'm even wrong and can add something new to my private Warhammer treasure chest.

I recommend you do the same. Don't stop where you are, read the books. Realise that, contrary to what you seem to believe at the moment, they are not humourless and unreflective, but on the contrary have wit and irony in many shades (quite a few of those shades are called "sledgehammer", but that counts too!).

Now that was severely abbreviated, but I'm tired of it.

Run, little troll! Run, you are free!

[malewifehenrycooldown]

a very long post about bateman, and how i made a mistake liking him in the first place and should have shut that shit down when it started. the prioritization of my white feelings have gotten people hurt and its best to acknowledge that I was wrong for even liking him in the first place.

i really don't want to make a post like this but i just want to ask people to please stop associating me with bateman. I know my feelings were quite strong for him however I should have never liked him to begin with and I should have stopped liking him much earlier. i unfortunately prioritised my white feelings over the comfort of real people and honestly after thinking about it, its just not worth it anymore.

I get I should be self-indulgent but sometimes your feelings for fictional characters can get real people hurt and its your responsibility to accept that fact and own up to it. To my detriment I now recognize that liking bateman was the wrong thing to begin with. sure he has all the social commentary behind him as a character, but honestly that is too late and inexcusable. I was catering to my own feelings over the actual lives of other people who are negatively affected by the character's actions, I've lost friendships over it and now I have to deal with the consequences of my own actions, of which I do deserve. It should also be noted that unfortunately the original commentary of the character has been twisted to become a trojan horse that looks funny but actually peddles and pushes harmfully shitty ideas onto young impressionable audiences in the real world who don't have the full context or understanding of the source media.

When people think of bateman they don't think of the actual in-depth commentary left by Ellis or Herron, no, they think of the vile viral videos that endorse shitty 'alpha sigma whatever bullshit wolf pseudoscience label' ideas onto impressionable young amab teens who are confused and scared about the wider world and how it leaves them to internalize toxic ideas of masculinity. hence why people are reasonably disgusted by him.

I should have known better to even entertain the idea of liking him, and I should have cut myself away from all of his source material to begin with. Real people have gotten hurt due to the nature of the character and the source, I can't forgive myself for that, my reckless self-indulgence has caused real discomfort and harm to other people, I feel that I should have noticed it sooner and dropped him earlier. Hence, why to me, its not really worth liking him in it in the long run, plus like there are so many other much better slasher-like characters out there that don't have the same amount of controversial baggage as bateman has.

I do genuinely want to apologies to people that have felt genuinely hurt by me for liking bateman. Your discomfort is absolutely valid and you have every damn right to not accept any apologies from me, because I have to work for that forgiveness, i have to work hard to earn that respect back. if you've blocked me in the long run, i don't blame you, I'd probably do the same thing too. Sure the heart yearns for what it wants but sometimes you NEED to put that thinking cap back on and priortise other people's safety over your own feelings and that's a good learning experience.

Unfortunately, also I realise that I've put my thinking cap on way too late, and I don't think anything i do is really going to fix that even if I try as hard as a I can. But at the same time it's better to acknowledge that you're wrong as opposed to taking the cowards way out and doubling down, not bothering to learn from the mistakes to begin with.

The only other takeaway from this is that I do acknowledge that american psycho as a piece of media in general is a fantastic litmus test to know the level/understanding of a person's media literacy skills, which is pretty valuable in my opinion. If that's some silver lining I can take away from this, then that's okay with me.

If you made it all the way to the end, thank you for taking the time to read this, however it's up to you if you still want to interact with me and I won't blame you for not wanting to interact with me anymore.

Also before anyone asks, I'm actually not as heartbroken about it at all, however i am disappointed in myself for letting it happen in the first place and I should have just. you know. not enacted upon said crush to begin with. I've deleted many posts involving patrick but there's probably some that i've missed and i'l do my best to search through my blog to find them and delete the rest.

[trainofcommand]

- What do they fight about? What are their arguments like? How do they make up?

For Sheppard and Lorne, please :)

Interesting questions for this pairing! Thank you for asking!

I have a hard time thinking about these two arguing about a lot, because I think so much of the everyday tensions would be tied into work stuff. Like, Evan pissed that John took dumb risks, or John pissed that Evan put himself in front of John in a firefight, and that kind of thing. And they can't really fight about that, because it's the job, and also, it's who they are. So they decided pretty early on if they were going to try to hook up regularly, or try for something more, on their down time they couldn't argue about work stuff. Ever. Maybe they can argue about it during working hours, in a professional way, but it can't be when they're off-duty.

And that takes a lot of compartmentalization. But they make it work.

So their arguments are low-key things. Who would win in a knock-down, drag-out fight, Rodney or Parrish? Which time-travel movie is the best? That kind of thing. And there isn't a lot of need to make up, they mostly focus on getting their hands on each other when neither of them is injured/captured/possessed/etc/etc.

(The exception is the day that they get word that someone who might be Ford has been spotted on a sort-of friendly planet. John is gearing up, calling Teyla and Rodney before the details are even clear. But Evan gets in the way, puts his foot down, says no way can they just go off, half-cocked. He just blocks the door to the conference room where they were given the news, arms crossed, and refuses to budge when John says, low and angry, to get the fuck out of the way. And things are said - bad things, things about loyalty and friendship - and Evan doesn't flinch, but instead, as mildly as he can, points out that they need to think things through, be subtle and meticulous.

John listens, partly because Teyla is saying the same things. And it works, they bring Ford home, and he's a mess...but he wants to be there. It's a small triumph. For everyone.

There are consequences though, for Evan and John. Because this time, John wasn't quite able to disentangle his XO from his partner, and that worries him. And Evan can't quite forget those things that were said about loyalty.

They avoid each other for a while, and it's mostly OK, because John is focussed on Ford in whatever free time he has.

Someone eventually points out to John that he's not happy, and does he even realise that? Of course he does. And he knows why. He shows up at Evan's door a couple of nights later; he doesn't bother bringing anything, just stands there, hands in his pockets, and says, "Look, I'm sorry, I hope you know..."

And Evan just kind of shrugs when John trails off. But he moves aside, out of the way, and lets John come in.

Maybe it takes a while to get back to where they were, but it's worth it.)

(gosh, that kind of took on a life of its own!)

[silverdune]

an aria in perfect fifths | k.hj, c.jh

"well, that would be great, but newsflash: i.. didn't.. sing!"

minors dni. ageless blogs dni. blank blogs dni. you'll be blocked. genre: supernatural character(s): kim hongjoong, choi jongho tags: violin demon hunter!hongjoong, demon!jongho, violins, jongho can show up in mirrors, explicit language, banter, mild rivalry energy, hj and jh have some history, very very loosely based around phantom of the opera (more vibes than anything) word count: 1.3k summary: choi jongho, a notorious demon of the opera house, can be summoned to any mirror, but only if you sing three notes perfectly in a very specific order. one day he is summoned.. only to find the man responsible didn't even open his mouth. a/n: this work is entirely inspired by and workshopped with the amazing anne (@bikerjongho)! please go and read her work, she is incredible. particularly for this one shot, i would advise you read her one shot stradivarius in flames, as that is where violin demon hunter!hongjoong originated! with her permission i have combined my idea with her world to create this. to anne: i really hope you like it!🫶

Hongjoong knows how to play the violin.

Over the years of setting the instruments to the fire to burn the demons within, he has learned to become quite the virtuoso. Now, he may not be perfect, but he is certainly no slouch at playing.

When the mood strikes him, he waits until the demon is lying perfectly dormant to lift up the violin along with its bow and play a line or two. Hongjoong knows he has little time to spare, but he uses that time to place the violin between his jaw and shoulder, and drag the bow across the finely tuned strings.

With being so lost in the melody, he does not even realise something happening to the cracked mirror behind him.

Clouds rumble behind the glass, and in its fragile state, almost shatters completely.

When the figure materialises, his lips tilt up in a smirk briefly, before he realises just who has summoned him. "..Oh, God.."

The voice almost makes Hongjoong drop the instrument on the ground.

Pivoting on the spot, he comes face to face with what exactly happened to the mirror.. and the person inside it.

His jaw drops, a mix of disbelief and annoyance. "What the hell do you want, Jongho?”

Jongho merely stares at him, deadpan. "It is a pleasure to see you again too, Hongjoong.”

Rolling his eyes, Hongjoong groans, "I thought you needed to be summoned! Why are you bothering me?”

"Bothering you?" Jongho repeats, remarkably calm with his hands crossed in front of him. "I do need to be summoned, that is exactly why I am here, or have you forgotten?" he asks, lifting a brow like a disappointed father.

"No I haven't forgotten, how could I forget? That's your entire shtick," Hongjoong retorts.

"Well.." Jongho gestures vaguely around him. "Then you would know the only way I could possibly be here is if I had been summoned, and.. you are the only one here." Jongho smiles; it seems bizarrely genuine, though anyone who knows Jongho would know he could hide a thousand laughs of ridicule behind his saccharine grins. "Might I say, I did not expect your vocals to improve so dramatically, you truly did pay attention in all of my lessons!"

Hongjoong purses his lips, not at all amused by this. "Well, that would be great, but newsflash: I.. didn't.. sing!"

He punctuates each word with a wave of the bow in his right hand. Jongho draws back in shock.

"You.. did not?”

"No! I did not!" Hongjoong asserts.

Jongho's attention then gets brought back and forth between the violin, the bow and Hongjoong. The violin, the bow, Hongjoong, the violin, the bow..

Jongho stops. He covers his eyes with one hand and sighs. "It was the violin. You playing the violin summoned me.”

Hongjoong stills, then slowly glances down at the instrument in his hands. It clicks, and he scoffs.

"Oh, fuck- You're right, it was the violin!"

Jongho drops his hand and looks away in exasperation.

He does not get paid enough for this.

Hongjoong twirls the bow around his fingers. “Ha! Funny that.. But, hold on.” He pauses, then quickly throws the bow in the air to catch again before pointing it at Jongho. “I barely played a chord on this thing. How did you get summoned so fast?”

Jongho shrugs, still baffled by the fact it was a violin that did the trick over anyone singing to start pondering the specifics. “Don't ask me, you’re the one who plucked it.”

“But that's all I did!” Hongjoong says, exasperated.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Jongho sighs, “Look, you played a couple notes, it managed to match the notes that would need to be sung in order to summon me, I’m here now..” He drops his hand and stares at the demon hunter. “What do you want?”

Hongjoong’s eyes shift around the room before they land on Jongho, blank as ever. “You- You think I did this to legitimately conjure your presence? I didn't even know this was possible, your appearance is a bigger surprise than my appearance on stage getting the Stradivarius last month.”

“Ah.. Ah, yes I did hear whisperings about that..” Jongho recalls in a tone of voice Hongjoong just knows is leading to a punchline. “You made quite a name for yourself in the local fucking newspaper!”

“Well, if they didn't know it was me, did I really make a name for myself?” Hongjoong quips, putting the violin and bow aside.

“Stradi-Vulture..”

“Yeah, see? No name for myself, I live perfectly in secret,” says Hongjoong, taking a seat on an old, dusty chair in the corner. He clasps his hands over his abdomen then kicks his feet up on a crate in front of him, crossing one ankle over the other.

Jongho draws his lips to a thin line and exhales through his nose. He pointedly decides to change the subject. “Have you remembered anything from my lessons?”

Hongjoong's eyes dart over. The tonal shift from somewhat light-hearted banter to sincerity nearly knocks him off the chair. “I didn't not remember anything..”

“Wonderful answer,” Jongho tuts.

Planting his feet on the floor, Hongjoong rests his arms on his thighs. “Let me put it this way: I haven't applied your teachings in the way you might think but they have helped a tremendous amount.”

Jongho’s brows pricked up at that. “Oh?”

Hongjoong smirks a little proudly. “..I know my arias from my cadenzas.”

Jongho scoffs a laugh. “You’re a funny one, Hongjoong.”

“You laugh! But, it has helped me figure out what the demons are singing when I’m seeking them out. Does more than you might imagine.” He nestles back in the chair then flicks a stray bit of lint off his jacket.

Jongho processes the information and it slowly clicks into place. “..Because you know what form they take, you know what kind of demon you are dealing with.”

Hongjoong shrugs a shoulder, “You taught me that.”

Jongho shifts in place inside the mirror. He starts to feel the growing embers of his limited time in this space closing in on him, a sign that he should not spend much longer in there, lest he grow weak. “You surprise me, Hongjoong. Though, to be fair, it was not as though you took much interest in the singing portion of my lessons.”

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. “You can thank Astaroth for that one..”

“You made a mockery of each other. Besides, are you telling me you always took an interest anyway?”

“Why do you think I showed up?” Hongjoong fired back, looking Jongho directly in the eyes.

Jongho was taken aback by this sudden admittance. Hongjoong had always been the one to turn up late. He sat in the back and played with the piano keys. No mention of any genuine interest in the singing, apart from the odd time Hongjoong would throw a note through the air just to appease the old choirmaster.

His eyes narrowed. “Why did you show up?”

Hongjoong feels a lead weight in his chest.

Gently, he lifts the violin and places it on his hands, as though he were presenting an award, and stands up.

“Had to save you from one certain fate, didn't I?”

Hongjoong can't look him in the eyes.

Jongho swallows the lump in his throat. The embers grow stronger.

“I- I must go.”

“I bid you farewell, sir.” Hongjoong smiles faintly. A smile that does not reach his eyes. His eyes are still trained on the violin. “Tell Astaroth we can talk it out soon.”

The warmth of fire starts to burn Jongho’s skin as his eyes well up with tears. Without another word, he disappears from the mirror, shrouding the backroom in darkness once more.

Hongjoong hums passively. He decides not to risk another note.

At least he now knows he could get an aria in perfect fifths.

× tristeetconfus. (ave) ×

[peppertaemint]

Oh my god sorry! I didn't know that! I of course assume that this is bs then. I'm sorry for bothering you with that question! I wasn't trying to be mean or anything, I just wondered if that was true since I usually block OT4s and I saw that you kinda knew them and I had heard that they were, so I was really confused. So sorry that I asked, and so sorry that they are going through this. Fandoms can be so toxic sometimes. I'll probably log off for some days, but I'm really sorry.

Lots of love! Take care!

Hi Anon,

No apologies necessary. I just have to be really careful when I post here. It's easy to contribute to the harassment of others, even if you don't intend to. 💕

I'm posting this since the names aren't listed. It's always good to take a few days and log off. But it would be really interesting to know where you heard this?

These writers were targeted in a very specific way, mostly on their fanfics. I didn't realise that this was becoming some sort of rumour that is being spread around, which is quite alarming.

In the fanfiction community, it's pretty rare to come across people who are actually OT4 or something like that. Those kind of weird divisions happen mostly on Twitter, where people want to make an identity out of hating someone. And just in case you hadn't experienced it before, people use this kind of thing to hurt and damage others. I've been called a solo this, solo that, anti, racist, et cetera, when I can I assure you, I'm none of the above!

it's just a way to get fans to turn on accounts that are perceived as popular. And people usually do it because they're jealous. Why someone would be jealous of a blog or fanfic writer I have no idea. 💀 but that is what happens. I've seen it happen over and over again for years now.

So please take some time off, but don't give up. What I try to do is just not believe those report accounts & those people who just like to stir up trouble by accusing people of things. Most people have no interest going round accusing people of anything because they've got better things to do. 

[cardassianrock]

you know when julian's talking to someone and he has a certain cadence, alright. and then someone's injured or overworked or whatever and he immediately puts on the doctor voice. you know the one. not a smidge of julian in it. it's doctor bashir now, he's telling you you need treatment and if you're an officer he'd like to remind you that he does, in fact, have the authority to relieve you of your service. so. that.

[filmbyjy]

Okay l do my hw after this lol-

Enhypen reaction: when your bra is stuck & you need help to unclasp it (idk if that makes sense)

Of course doesn’t have to be nsfw, I’m just curious as to how they would react like if they’d be awkward or smth

-🥥

a/n: so sorry anon for taking too long T_T school is being a pain in the ass and i also had writer's block for the longest time ever. here is this though 🫶🏼🫶🏼

warnings: idk if it's suggestive on jay and jake's part. oh and idk what was i on when i wrote ni-ki's part 😀

LEE HEESEUNG

so for heeseung

there are 2 ways this can go

honeymoon phase vs married couple phase

HONEYMOON PHASE

honeymoon phase is basically when the both of you just got into the relationship so it should be new for you and him.

so for that, he would be awkward as fuck

hands down when you yell at him for help, he'd just stand at the door like 🧍🏼😳

you were standing in the room without a damn shirt on

WAS HE EVEN ALLOWED TO SEE??

so he panics and covers his eyes.

"a-am supposed to see you like this?"

you literally have walk over to him and grab his hand before placing it on your bra

"unhook this for me please. it's stuck."

he tries to help but HOW WAS HE SUPPOSED TO WHEN HE COULDN'T SEE??

"uhh, can't see. sorry. wait shit, i touched your boobs."

you facepalmed

"you have permission to look, please just unhook it for me. it's too tight and it's hurting me."

he opens his eyes and quickly unhooks your bra before shutting his eyes quickly.

you sighed before turning around to face him (whilst holding onto the unhooked bra bc if you didn't your tiddies are free)

"thank you but you do realise you're my boyfriend right? you are allowed to see me like this."

"huh?"

you could see the tip of his ears turning red.

MARRIED PHASE

basically you've been dating him for about a year or more. hence you are more comfortable with him.

this ass. i swear

once it's the married phase

it's over for you

one could say heeseung couldn't keep his hands off you

this isn't smuttish. he is being annoying and teasing you.

"babe, help me remove this please? it's stuck."

*walks into the room and easily unhooks it for you*

"thank you-"

you feel him wrapping his arms around your waist

he kisses your bare shoulders

"does my baby need me that much?" heeseung smirks.

you held your bra up with one hand and turned to smack the boy's shoulder with the other.

"shut it, lee heeseung."

yup, that's ethan lee for you

PARK JONGSEONG

jay only has way he would react

and that is quite literally helping you unhook it

he doesn't even question it

if his dear girlfriend needs help

he will help

no questions asked

but if he wants to be an ass bc you two had a fight before

then he can be an ass

he wouldn't bother to help and let you solve it yourself

well that is until he notices you really struggling a lot

then he'll reconsider being petty and help you out

what can i say?

jay is just husband material

"jongseong?"

"yes, honey?"

"help me, my bra is stuck."

"oh okay, coming."

enters the room and easily hooks your bra like a pro.

you turned to him all shocked

"did you just unhook my bra with one hand?"

"uhh yeah? what's wrong with that?"

"have you been practicing that shit on someone." 🤨🤨

"no?? the only person i have or will be doing that to, is you."

dead silence.

"oh." you blushed. he smirks before pecking your forehead.

"i'll get started on dinner. have anything you'd like to suggest?"

SIM JAEYUN

he is the next biggest pain in the ass i swear

kinda like heeseung really

the two phases

except...

he is worse than lee heeseung for the 'married couple' phase

my god, i don't even want to talk about how much he will tease you

i swear he expects a reward after you help him😒

but since he is sim jaeyun...you reward him

with a kiss and nothing more bc this is soft time people (unless you want to take it the nasty way then sure go ahead)

"babe, help me?"

he walks into the room

"sure."

he manages to unhook the stuck part and you thanked him.

waits for you to literally reward him

"yes, jaeyun?"

"reward please." he smirks

you rolled your eyes btw

"yeah yeah, here." and so you pecked his lips.

OHOHO but sim jaeyun does not take only a peck as a reward

literally picks you up and throws you onto the bed

hovers over you with the cockiest smirk ever

and yeah that's where i'll end this :D

says it will be soft and deadass ends off somewhere suggestive

PARK SUNGHOON

oh sweet heavens

i feel like hoon is a mixture of jay but also there is a possibility he won't give a shit

like he could be sweet

so his two phases are. dark and light mode

LIGHT MODE

for this it's similar to jay

where he will help you

but also is like jake where he expects a reward

and if you don't give it to him he will force it upon you (sorry y/n but he wants it)

i'm sorry but this man seriously thinks he deserves it

"thank you, hoon-"

shuts you up with a kiss because he did a good job

you don't say he will get a reward

if he thinks he deserves it then he will get his prize

DARK MODE

i swear this man is sweet

but sometimes he is lazy

like me

if you ask me for help when i'm tired or just plain out lazy, i won't bother at all or i'll just help with little effort. sorry, that's just how i am.

so yeah sunghoon is like that

"hoon? could you help me?"

dead silence

"hoon?"

you literally searched for him and find him half-asleep on the couch

"park sunghoon, i was calling for you."

"sorry, didn't hear. i'm also tired."

"could you help me unhook my bra?"

"okay."

barely reaches for it and helps unhook it

"thanks."

"mm."

yeah that's just-

ignore him

KIM SUNOO

definitely like jay

no questions asked

he will help you

like he is super sweet

but there is a chance he may complain like an old aunty (not like a karen - this is sort of a singaporean saying. it's similar to like a mother nagging though)

'how did this happen?' / 'should have checked if you did this properly🙄'

"sun?"

"yeah?"

"come here, please."

enters the room and you hear him sighing.

"how tf did you get in this situation, hmm?"

questions you as he unhooks the bra for you

shakes his head in disappointment

LIKE YOU CAN PREDICT THE FUTURE🙄🙄

"if you didn't want to help, you could've just told me." you groaned.

sunoo pulls you back.

"don't sulk, angel. i was kidding." he pecks your cheeks.

YANG JUNGWON

jungwon will definitely be like heeseung's honeymoon phase

he is shy for sure

but he knows he still has to help

because you are his girlfriend and it's his duty as boyfriend to help if you need any assistance

"won? help?"

jungwon goes over to the closed door (he knows you were changing)

"yes?" he asks at the other side of the door.

"could you help me unhook my bra?"

"uh." pauses there. "am allowed to?"

"yes. please come in."

walks in cautiously because he was blushing and like he didn't want to just see you practically naked. he covers his eyes.

"g-guide me to where your bra is and i'll help unhook it."

you guide him and he manages to unhook it.

"thank you, won."

"any time-" you pecked his cheek as a reward.

you have never seen jungwon run out of your bedroom door so fast in your life.

NISHIMURA RIKI

lord this boy would literally be so shy about it

sure, he pretends to be a big strong man

but once he sees you standing there in literally just your bra (and in jeans/sweatpants), he screams internally

like IS HE EVEN ALLOWED TO SEE?? TF YOU ARE NAKED

i mean sure you are sort of but the bra is still there so no, you aren't fully naked

"(name), are you sure. i mean, i'm flattered you would allow me to do this because i'm your boyfriend but-"

"ni-ki, you saying that is making it worst. please just help me."

"HUH?? LADY, WHAT ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT??"

"SHUT UP AND HELP."

he unhooks it and so your bra comes off

poor boy screams and runs out the door

"AHHHH I'M MINOR."

"NISHIMURA RIKI!!!"

yeah uhh you see riki is a very nice boyfriend :D

[yutanology]

[19 : 38 pm] Yandere!Yuta × Reader

ONE | TWO

warnings : blood, knife, self harm, mention of gun, description of anxiety, etc. (No proofread)

•requests are open for Yandere NCT.

@lovingami, I'm so sorry for the long wait :') Writer's block sucks.

The walls of the hallways seemed like they're painted red. The lights turning on and off didn't bother you, either the guy who stood behind you, looking down at his bare feet in shame for causing all the mess and you had to witness the unpleasant scene.

He followed you as you began walking. Stepping over the dead bodies that were scattered on your way. This somehow reminded you of those zombie apocalypse movies that you've watched before.

The smell of medicine and bleach that you hated were now replaced by the metallic smell of blood.

You both escaped the asylum. No one stopped you, it's not like anyone from that place survived Yuta's wrath except the other patients left still locked up inside their room. The asylum was located in a secluded area. Surrounded by the tall trees of the forest, peaceful but feels haunted.

Despite the dark sky of dawn, you walked a certain path without knowing where it would lead you. Until you reached the end of the depth of the forest, you stand near the cliff with Yuta still close to you. He held your hand as you watch the sun come out from hiding behind the mountain ranges.

You saw him already staring at you when you decided to glance at him. The cold wind blew his long black hair that almost reached his shoulders. "Go home." you said only for him to tighten his hold on your hand.

He refused to let go of you. "I have nowhere else to go." he swallowed the lump on his throat, looking down at your hands. The dried blood on your skin and clothes made you look like you slaughtered someone mercilessly. "You're all I have left."

He insisted to stay with you. Realising that no words could ever convince him from leaving you, you let him do as he please for now.

The next two months went by faster than you expected. Yuta did everything he could to take care of you. He gave you everything you wanted. He listened to every word you said, just one word and he'd do it right away. In exchange, you kept your promise to never leave him.

And again, you didn't bother asking any questions about where he got all the money to provide for the both of you. Though you knew he'd tell you everything you wanted to know within a single question, you decided to remain quiet as you always were.

You now live peacefully somewhere far from the city just like what he said before. Yes, you were contented. Everything is quite and peaceful. Too peaceful for your liking. Then you thought, where's the fun in this?

Sitting or sleeping all day inside this house without any devices to keep you entertained. You've already read all the books on the shelf that Yuta bought for you. You could've just ask him to buy you more but isn't it kind of boring doing things in a repeated cycle everyday?

The lightbulb inside your head lit.

Yuta never forbid you to go outside but only suggested it would be best if you stay inside the house, claiming he didn't want anything bad to happen to you just in case. You didn't want to listen to his suggestion.

You stood up, leaving a book open on the coffee table. You head to the kitchen, intentionally breaking a glass or two then took the kitchen knife. You are never going to listen to a mere pet's silly suggestion. You press the sharp blade into your skin until a few drops of blood landed on the floor.

It wouldn't hurt to play a little game with your pet, would it?

By the time the sun settled down, Yuta came back from who knows where. He found it weird that not a single light from any room were on. Maybe you were still sleeping. "Y/n, I'm home!" He switched the lights on and from the doorway, he could see the living room.

Your book was left open on the table. You always put your books back to where they were supposed to be. Something felt off. He went in without taking his shoes off and his heart immediately dropped when he saw the scene on the kitchen. Broken glasses and blood.

Blood...

"Y/n!" he rushed to every room in the house to find you and when he didn't, he panicked even more. Gripping his hair in frustration, he clenched his eyes close. He had no idea what to do first, where to go, where to find you. The blood on the floor had completely dried up. You must've been gone for hours already and that's making him even more frustrated.

Scared.

He could only wish you're still alive and hopefully, he'd be able to find you as soon as possible. You weren't so far from the house. You could hear the mixed emotions stirred up in his voice as he called for you. You stop swaying your dangling feet when you saw him run out of the door.

Running to somewhere he thought you could possibly be. Sighing, you climbed down from the tree you were hiding the whole time. You thought, until when are you going to play hide and seek?

Yuta was covered with scratches from the branches he tried to avoid. His hair that was wet from his sweat sticked to his skin, clothes all wrinkled and dirtied. Even his feet were hurting but he couldn't bear to take a rest while you're still missing.

He was a fool for letting his guard down. He was too sure that no one could ever find the both of you and cause trouble. He was too careless.

He gripped the flashlight and gun on his hands, forcing himself to fasten his pace. This should be a lesson to him. He's going to make sure that this is the first and last time this ever happens.

Your bloody hand gently patted his head. "I told you I'll never leave you, didn't I?" He held you tighter. You could feel his nails dug into the fabric of your shirt. "You found me, Yuta." He buried his face on the crook of your neck. You didn't know your pet could be such a crybaby.

"Yuta?" he immediately stopped and searched where your voice came from. Once he spotted you, he almost broke down. Fighting the tears that made his vision blurry, he ran to you. Pulling you into his arms, he whimpered. "Y-y/n.. for fuck's sake, I thought I've lost you."

"You found me." you whispered, a small smile on your lips. Little did he know, you were just getting started on messing with his pretty little head.