#''this isn't my fault so why do I feel like it is?''

[tactical-jellyfish]

The Mistakes That Have Been Made

Warnings!: Angst, angst, and more angst. Reader will be MAD sad for most of this. Poorly-practiced, unhealthy polyamory. Reader will experience a LOT of gender and body dysphoria over the course of this (though I will do my best to keep it gender-neutral throughout, bear with me), but there WILL be comfort over that.

Shout out! This fic was inspired in part by the lovely @cielosafeplace's post. I will be taking liberties, but the bones are all from there. Thanks again for letting me use this, friend <3

Since you were young, you've been very aware that you aren't like very many other people. That's fine, really. Being weird is no sin, or at least, not one you care about. If you happened to have crushes who happened to overlap, that was no one's business but your own.

That being said, the yearning, gooey parts of you were something that you never did entertain, for your own sake.

Still, when there were four men who all seemed not just willing, but enthusiastic to fill in those needs, of course you let them.

Of course, why wouldn't you? When Kyle kissed you so nicely, when he took you apart to heal you back together? When Johnny showed you passions that you'd been missing out on? When Ghost had you at his side, with the lights off and the blankets warm? Why wouldn't you let them have you?

They were your team anyway, those four made damn well sure you were alright.

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Actually, that might be too nice a judgement.

You know your team has been... very upset with you, lately.

Most of that is your fault. It was a bad call, and Ghost nearly got shot coming to help you. Really, you do understand that anger, but it's gotten lonely.

Price has stopped talking to you outside of orders, just like Ghost. Johnny gave you a verbal lashing you might never forget, and Kyle scowled at you in a way that made you head inside your room for the rest of the day just to avoid him.

It's been a couple days, and you're still on a very short list with all of them.

But something's off.

It doesn't hurt too badly yet, you must admit, but something feels like it's wrong.

A bit of pain, near the center of your belly, right below the navel. Sure, you're grown, you've had your bellyaches. It's not too bad, but it's a sort of new that you don't trust. Not even a little bit.

So, you go to your captain. Of course you do. He's got the most power, why shouldn't you?

Smooth, dark wood knocks clear and sharp under your knuckles, and a gruff "Come in." is all the command you need.

"Hey, Price. I was going to ask-"

"Is there a reason you saw fit to come in during the busiest week of the year not on fire?"

The interruption makes you still as the pain fades just a bit, seemingly also slinking away as the nervousness takes root.

Sure, you might have made a wrong call last mission, but were they this upset with you?

"Uh- I wanted to ask you something-"

You shouldn't be nervous. Price is your captain. He's just a little grumpy, nothing more. He'll answer, or he'll know who to ask. You're one of his, he shouldn't hate you.

"Find someone else, then. Your incompetence isn't my problem."

You know better than to disobey that tone, even as the prickle of pain returns to you, so you shut the door.

It feels a little worse now, and an uncomfortable tightness rises as you step back, but it's easy enough to push away with a deep breath or two.

Alright. Ghost might know. He's not under the pressure Price is, making up for your mistake.

So, you seek out your lieutenant.

He's in the gym. Training rookies, but it seems you've gotten lucky, because he's just told the newbies to spar each other, and is currently watching over them.

The sharp spike of hot pain makes you gasp a little bit, but your voice calling to him is what makes the man turn.

"Ghost."

"Yes, Crash?"

Your callsign makes you smile, just a little bit, but his tone doesn't. He sounds... really stern, more upset than he usually is when he's on training duty.

"I think something might be off, my stomach's hurting and-"

The relief of finally getting to tell someone about this odd pain is cut as you're, once more, interrupted before you can finish.

"Take a painkiller."

Okay, now this is getting annoying to you.

"I already have, you're not-"

"Not your bloody nursemaid, that's what I'm not."

His voice rises in a way that makes you swallow once more. The way you brace a foot behind you makes the ache come back, flaring in your gut, a bit lower this time. It's so loud a few of the recruits turn to look, one or two snickering, making shame and anger roil in your hurting stomach.

Your silence seems to allow for more speech from the man, because the scowl you just know is under his mask hardens, and his voice gets even louder, purposely projecting so the full gaggle of rookies can hear him.

"It's not my responsibility to take care of a faulty informations "Specialist". If you're not going to be useful, leave."

He says your job title like it's a fucking joke, goes to the efforts of doing air-quotes around it. The rookies laugh like it is one.

The shame and anger meld into an ugly thing, burning behind your eyes and making the stabbing pain just that much worse. You understand. They're angry, you did something stupid. That's fine. The fact that Ghost deemed it necessary to shoot you down like that in from of the fucking rookies is shitty.

But that's still your lieutenant. And you're still bound by his word. So you do leave, return to the small space you call your office and see if this is something that you can ride out.

Maybe you were being some sort of dramatic, maybe nothing was ever hurting, even if you feel it getting worse by the hour.

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That might have been the worst mistake you've made in your life, because here you are, bent over the toilet, emptying your guts again.

You're losing track of how many times you've watched the swirling bowl swallow your vomit just to be refilled, but you feel abysmal, bad enough to check your phone for the fifth time this hour as the thing sits on just one percent of its usual battery.

An unread text sits on the screen, sent to a group chat cheekily titled "the sergeants" by one John MacTavish.

Something's wrong, please come help me

Delivered, but not responded to. Neither are picking up their phones.

Fuck. This isn't good.

The nausea has started to pass, but the pain hasn't. It feels like a hot spear is jabbing into your abdomen, lighting up the entire right side with a burning pain that's only starting to intensify further.

It hurts so fucking bad, every breath is a harder task than the last. You can't bear to rise from your haunches. The movement would be too much, it would make the pain spike to a level you know you can't handle. Pressing your hands to the pain that's stabbing into you is useless, but you do it anyway.

The realization that something is very wrong sinks in, and you can't help the fact that you start to cry. When you turn to try and send another text, a more urgent plea, your phone shuts off with a dead, black screen.

You think you might be dying. It's only getting worse, and the door's locked. No one's coming to help you. You're alone, and your dead brick of a phone won't fix that.

Crying is doing nothing to help you. In fact, it makes the pain worse, but there's no logic left for you.

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The thing that pulls you from this is a quiet rapping on the bathroom door.

"Hey, um, are you good? You're kind of- crying."

It's not a voice you don't know. Awkward and fumbling, like they haven't used it in a while, and a little raspy. You choke a word of thanks as the pain spikes again, and sob once more.

"It fucking hurts. Please get a medic."

Your own voice is wet, it feels foreign to you. But thank the stars, the message gets across really well to whoever's on the other side.

A thick-soled boot makes quick work of the lock with the force of a good kick, and there's the rustling of clothes next to you. You don't move to look.

Almost delicate hands (when compared to your own team, of course) cup your own, putting just a bit too much pressure on the lower right side of your pained body and making your breaths trip again.

"Shit, I'm so sorry, just- I'm going to pick you up, okay? I- you look really bad."

His voice is gentle, the softest you've heard in the service. It's a relief to you, and you nod shakily as he hauls you up into comfortable arms, walking you over to the base's medical room as fast as possible without jostling you.

You'll admit that the next hour or so is... blurry, to you.

You remember the medic looking not-that-concerned when you came in, pressing their hand to your belly, the lower right side. When you whined in pain, they started looking worried.

Soon after, you were introduced to the emergency surgeon. She wasn't really clear, and kind of strict, but getting your stomach pumped was not a fun experience.

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Waking up from anesthesia is an ugly, uncomfortable thing, but you know the feeling while it hits you.

Your eyes are bleary, too-dry and unfocused, and your head is fuzzy with more than the anesthetic itself. Pain meds. Feels like... awful.

There's a little gasp when your eyes open, and you glance to the side to see maybe the last person you thought you would.

Not Price, or Ghost, or Soap or Gaz. No, it's the soft-handed, quiet voiced man, sitting in the chair and staring at you.

You're not sure what you expected, but you're not greeted verbally. It's an excited wave, followed by a lot of British Sign Language.

"I'm... I'm sorry, luv. I only learned how to finger-spell back in basics."

He doesn't look too dejected, which is honestly a relief. He switches over seamlessly, taking the individual letters slowly, for your sake.

It's okay. He spells the words slowly, forming the letters cleanly and precisely with practiced fingers that tell you he's been doing this for some time. You had appendicitis. The nurse said you were really lucky to get here when you did, and that they called your captain to tell him you'll be out for a day or so.

"Oh."

The cocktail of painkillers mutes your reaction, lowers it from sheer rage to a simple, tired acceptance. In that moment, you don't question why you're alone, sans this stranger. You just soak it in, really.

"What's your name, then?"

Gary.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

He looks confused, but spells it again for you, slower this time.

"No, I know your name is Gary, I'm just sorry."

You realize what you say the second it leaves your mouth, and shut your eyes to cope with the mortification. Instead, you hear a giggle, followed by a laugh.

It's a squeaky thing, Gary's laughter. He only seems to make noise when he draws in the breath, and it makes a high-pitched, slightly raspy sound, like he's taken damage to the voice box or throat before. You would liken it to a dying goose, if you were meaner.

I like you. We should talk more.

He's smiling. He's looking at you and he is smiling. It makes you feel useful again, like there is still something to be salvaged of the errors you cause.

You do, in fact, talk more with him.

A lot more.

[cheshireliam]

"The Fairytale Keeper's Final Assesment" Story Event: Premium END

Liam Evans

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<< Liam’s POV >>

Liam: An explanation about…?  

(What could it be? I've explained most of the things about Crown’s castle, and introduced as many members as possible…) 

(I don't understand… this is about Kate, and yet I still can't understand. I…) 

Just as my thoughts reached a dead end, Kate gently cupped my face between her hands. 

Liam: … Kate…? 

Kate: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to criticise you. 

Kate: So please don’t look so hurt. 

Liam: B-but… it’s my fault for not explaining enough… 

Kate: It’s not your fault at all! 

Kate: … If anything, missing out that explanation is exactly what you would do. 

Kate kept smiling at me, she didn't seem to care about the missing explanation. 

Kate: I’m talking about you, Liam.

Liam: Huh…?

Kate: The number one thing that matters to me, the one explanation I wanted to hear the most, is about you. 

Kate’s words made me reflect on everyone that had happened today. 

[ Flashback ]

Kate: Um… when I opened my eyes, the man standing in front of me was so dazzlingly handsome, I was caught off guard.

…

Kate: Liam, do you mind it when Jude asks you for such favours? 

…

Kate: Fufu, you two seem very close. Have you been like this since the beginning?

…

Kate: What song do you like, Liam? 

[ Flashback End ]

Kate’s interest was always directed at me.

She kept wanting to know more about me. 

Kate: You showed many great things about Crown, but… 

Kate: You’re a part of Crown that’s wonderful too, you know?

Liam: ah… 

Kate: Your kind personality as a guide will surely be a prominent trait to any new members… 

Kate: But I thought it’d be nice if they could know more about you too. 

Kate: I want others to know the good things about the man I love… 

Kate: … That’s kind of biased of me, isn’t it?

Kate: Even so, this is my honest opinion.

Liam: …

Liam: Thanks… Kate. 

(I was so desperate to make Kate stay, I failed to see it.) 

(I love Crown… and I’m part of what makes Crown great too.) 

(... Once again, Kate has helped me to realise something important.) 

Kate: … One more thing, Liam. It’s about time you told me, isn't it?

Liam: Tell you about what? 

Kate: The real reason for the tour! 

Kate: I realised it from how Harrison and William were acting. 

Kate: The tour wasn’t meant for “future new members”, am I right to say that? 

Liam: I… I can’t say it. 

Kate: … I’m worried, Liam. I feel like you’re trying to bottle everything up. 

Kate: Can you share it with me? 

… And so, I told Kate everything. 

…

Kate: Fairytale Keeper assessment… 

Liam: I want you to stay in Crown, Kate. 

Liam: That’s why I planned the tour to remind you of all the good things about Crown. 

Liam: I wanted you to feel like you’d want to stay here…

Kate: So that’s what this whole thing is about…

Liam: … What do you think? Do you still want to stay in Crown? 

Kate: Of course! Please let me continue being your Fairytale Keeper. 

Liam: Thanks, Kate. 

Seeing Kate nod so firmly filled my heart to the brim with joy. 

Overwhelmed by my emotions, I pulled Kate into a hug.

Kate: … Oh, Liam. 

Liam: Mm, what is it? 

Kate: I know that the purpose of today’s tour was to make Crown appeal to me, but… 

Kate: Your explanations were very thorough and well done. I think we should make it a real thing for new members that might join us in the future. 

Kate: It’d be a shame if I was the only one who got to experience the tour. 

Liam: Then I’ll have to make some changes to the tour and add an introduction for you. 

Kate: How will you explain it? 

Liam: … I’ll say that Kate’s my personal Fairytale Keeper. 

Liam: She has an adorable smile, her words are kind, and she smells nice and makes me feel at ease whenever I hug her. 

Liam: She’s the little robin who makes me feel like life is worth living, by bringing me joy every day. 

Liam: — Kate is the love of my life. 

Our passionate gazes met, and our lips came together as though drawn to each other. We fell onto the bed holding each other in our arms. 

The agreement form I’d been so eager to fill in would have to wait till tomorrow afternoon to be submitted to Victor. 

…

Fairytale Keeper Continuation Agreement 

Here, Kate agrees to continue working as a Fairytale Keeper. 

Because I can’t imagine a future without her. 

— Liam Evans. 

…

Victor: Okie dokie, I’ve confirmed your submission. 

Liam: Thanks, Victor. Please pass on my regards to Her Majesty too. 

Victor: … Oh? Where are you rushing off to? 

Victor: I recently obtained some delicious tea and was about to prepare some…

Liam: Sorry, I’m heading off for another tour with Kate. 

Victor: Tour? I thought that was done already? 

Liam: Fufu… actually, Kate’s the one giving the tour this time to introduce my good qualities. 

Liam: She said “the one who least understands Liam’s strengths is Liam himself”. 

Victor: What a wonderful tour! You must tell me all about it afterwards. 

I gave Victor a nod and dashed off to our meeting spot. 

…

(I’m going to keep doing my best from now on… so that I can welcome my tomorrows with you and everyone else.) 

(So that the story we weave together won't be seen as a “tragedy” or “farewell tale”.)

(Until the very end… I pray that Kate and I will find happiness together.) 

…

<< Kate’s POV >>

A few days after the tour by Liam, I received a royal decree from Her Majesty.

Kate, I have heard of your excellent work. As always, I thank you for your efforts. 

Now, I have a task I wish to entrust to you, whom I know I can rely on.

I want you to assess if Liam, who bears a curse, is a suitable member of Crown. 

Note: Please take into account the cause and effect of his fits when making your decision. 

[sturniololuvz]

“Sometimes love isn’t enough”

Chris sturniolo x fem reader

warnings: Angst, fighting, crying , throwing things. usage of “y/n”

The storm outside mirrored the tempest brewing inside the small apartment. Y/N paced back and forth, her hands trembling as tears streamed down her face. Chris stood across the room, his face contorted with frustration and anger.

"Why can't you just listen to me for once?" Y/N screamed, her voice cracking.

"I am listening! But you never make any sense!" Chris retorted, his fists clenching at his sides.

Y/N grabbed a nearby vase and hurled it across the room, shattering it against the wall. "You never understand me! You never even try!"

Chris flinched as the vase shattered, but his anger only grew. "Oh, so now it's my fault? You're the one who always blows things out of proportion!"

"Blows things out of proportion?" Y/N's voice was a mix of disbelief and fury. "You don't care about anything I feel! You just brush it off like it doesn't matter!"

Chris took a step closer, his eyes blazing. "That's not true, and you know it! But how am I supposed to care when you won't even talk to me properly?"

Y/N's sobs grew louder as she sank to the floor, her hands covering her face. "I can't do this anymore, Chris. I can't keep fighting like this."

Chris's anger wavered, replaced by a hint of desperation. He knelt down beside her, reaching out but hesitating to touch her. "Y/N, please. We can work through this. We always do."

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes red and swollen. "I'm so tired, Chris. I'm tired of feeling like this."

Chris's voice softened, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I don't want to lose you, Y/N. We can fix this. We have to."

But Y/N shook her head, the pain in her eyes cutting through him. "Sometimes love isn't enough, Chris."

The words hung heavy in the air, each syllable a dagger to Chris's heart. He watched as Y/N stood up, her steps unsteady but resolute. She walked to the door, pausing only for a moment before she turned the knob.

"Y/N, wait," Chris called out, his voice breaking.

But she didn't turn back. The door closed behind her with a finality that echoed through the now silent apartment, leaving Chris alone in the wreckage of their love.

AU note: i’m on my grind right now so please expect way more, and let me know what yall would like to see, send me requests.hope yall liked this!!!

[rekino2114]

How about Accidentally switching jerseys with the Manshine City girls?

Accidentally switching jerseys with the manshine city girls

A/n:Technically, I should have done the same prompt but with the bastard münchen girls first, but since there are a lot more characters there, I'll just do that next Sunday and do this first. Also I did male reader for this since that's how I did it in the pxg post but sorry if that's not what you wanted (also if the anon who requested the same thing with the bastard münchen girls reads this I'd like it if you let me know if you want male or gn reader)

Fem!seishiro nagi

"Hey nagi"

"............."

"Nagi!"

"............."

"NAGI!!!"

"..........."

Fed up with her friend ignoring her rei sighed and took the phone out of Nagi's hands

"Wha- hey I was playing, give it back"

"You can't use the phone we're literally about to go on the field"

Nagi sighed heavily and reassumed her permanent bored expression

"Do I really have to play? I don't feel like it"

"Why?"

"I wanna play games. I almost have enough points to go up a rank....if you give me my phone"

"I already said no, take it up with Prince if you don't wanna play"

"No.....talking with him would be such a hassle.....can you do it?"

"No"

The white haired girl sighed once against as she put her hands behind her head and started laying down on the floor of the changing room

"The team we're fighting is so weak though, I don't care about them. Going up against weak people is such a hassle"

She closed her eyes as rei looked at her annoyed before coming up with an idea

"But if you play you can impress y/n"

At the mention of your name, nagi opened one eye with as much interest as her expression could show

"Imagine how impressed he'd be if he saw you doing your best even against weaker teams, I'm sure he'll love you even more"

Nagi's mind drifted to all the cuddles and gaming sessions you would give her if she impressed you, so she decided to stand up and face rei

"OK I'll do it"

".........wait really?"

"Yeah, for y/n"

"Oh.....ok.......it was that easy?"

"What?"

"Nothing"

"OK.......do you think y/n would be more impressed if I did a bicycle kick or if I trap the ball really cool like usual?"

"I....don't know, just see during the game"

"Hm, I'll probably do both"

"OK, so put on the jersey and let's go"

"Oh........can you help me find it?"

".....isn't it in your bag?"

"Yeah......can you help me find it?"

"You.....you don't know where it is?"

"To be honest, I just took my phone out of it and threw it somewhere, I forgot where"

".............."

After a while of searching for nagi's bag (while the girl in question did absolutely nothing to help) rei found it thrown under one of the benches with most of the content spilled out of it so she just took the jersey that was nearby and gave it to her friend

"Oh thanks"

"It's.....nothing just put it on"

"......can you help me?"

".......what?"

"Can you help me put it on?"

".......if you tell me y/n helps you put your clothes on I swear i'll-"

"Why are you making it sound like such a big deal? He already saw all of my body"

"Yeah ok but.......why?"

"Putting clothes on is-"

"Such a hassle?......nevermind it's my fault for asking"

".....so are you gonna-"

"No"

The lazy genius sighed and finally started to put the jersey on. When she was finished, she looked at rei and gave her a thumbs up

"Finally. Let's go-......."

"Is something wrong?"

"......that's not your jersey is it?"

".....what?"

"Look it's so tight, the number on the shorts is not even yours"

Nagi looked down at her body and noticed what her friend was talking about

"Oh yeah......this is y/n's"

"......what?"

"The number, it's y/n's"

"....and why was y/n's jersey in your bag?"

"Probably cause it's actually his"

"I.......I won't ask anymore questions, just go switch jerseys"

"......can I not? It would be such a ha-"

"Please nagi just go"

"........fine"

Nagi went outside of her locker room and into yours, where she found you talking with some other teammates and approached you

"Oh hey nagi what are you-"

"Give me your jersey"

".......what?"

"We switched, this is yours"

"Oh did we? Sorry"

"It's not your fault, can you help me take this off though......please?"

"Oh ok"

You looked at your other friends for a bit and awkwardly told them to look away which they did, so you helped nagi put her clothes on, which she rewarded you for with a cheek kiss, and put yours on too

"OK we're done now"

"Cool"

"Let's go"

"Yeah......thanks, I don't know what I'd do without you"

"It's nothing sei, I would do any for you"

"....me too....as long as it's not too much of a hassle"

You laughed a bit and kissed her forehead as she held your hand while walking through the door

Fem!reo mikage

"Can you believe it? She continued hitting on him even after he told her he was taken"

".............."

"I swear every time y/n and I hang out there's some girl wanting to get with him, I get he's hot but he's mine!"

"............"

"Hey nagi, are you listening?"

".......not really"

Rei sighed and looked back at nagi, who was completely focused on her phone as always

"Whatever"

She grabbed a hair tie and looked at herself in the mirror before starting to style her hair in a bun

"By the way, do you know any restaurants nearby? I wanted to bring y/n somewhere nice tonight"

"Oh, can I come too?"

".....it's a date, like for me and y/n.....only"

"Oh.....I can bring my boyfriend too, then we can have a double date"

".......You're doing this just because I'm going to pay and you want free food right?"

"....yeah, you always say yes when I ask you for money to spend on dates anyway, this shouldn't be different"

"I guess.....fine you can come just don't disturb me and y/n too much"

Nagi hummed in approval and cheered a bit because she got another kill in the game.

"Yay! Kill streak! I think I got a new record of kills"

"Hehe, that's nice"

When she finished styling her hair rei looked one last time in the mirror and turned back towards nagi

"OK I'm ready, we can go now"

Her friend nodded, and the two of them started walking towards the field, stopping once they saw chigiri stretching on the sideline

"hi chigiri"

"Oh, hi nagi, rei, what's up?"

"Nothing much.....y/n isn't here yet?"

"No, he said he couldn't find.....his jersey, hey rei do you mind turning around?"

"Eh? Why?"

"I wanna check something"

The chameleons girl did as chigiri said and she was met with a sigh coming from behind her

"So that's where it is"

"What?"

"Y/n's jersey, you're wearing it?"

"...............I AM?"

"Yep, I genuinely have no idea how you didn't figure it out before"

"Nagi! You were behind me this whole time, why didn't you say anything?"

Nagi, who had in the meantime sat on one of the benches and started playing again, looked up from her phone slightly to see her friend's angry expression, only to look back down immediately after

"Ah.....it was an accident? I thought it was something you decided together or something like that"

"....and you still didn't say anything?"

The lazy genius simply shrugged as the mikage heir's anger quickly subsided as she was very familiar with nagi's attitude having known her for this long

"I'll just go give this to him"

"Yeah, good idea"

Rei went to the men's locker room, where she found you still looking around for your jersey

".....heyyyy darling....can I tell you something"

"Oh hi rei, sure"

".......I might have actually taken your jersey"

"........I see"

"It was an accident, I'm sorry I don't even know how it happened"

"It's fine, I don't mind"

You took out her own jersey that you found in your bag, and she did the same as you started changing

"How much do you want for the inconvenience?"

"What do you mean?"

"That was probably pretty frustrating. I can pay you back if you want....literally"

"Oh no it's fine"

"If you're worried about me or something don't be, you know I'd spend all my money on you"

"No no you really don't need to"

You pressed a kiss to rei's cheek, which caused the purple haired girl to blush

"All I need is you"

"......fine but tomorrow I'm taking you shopping and you can't say no"

You giggled as you two held hands and started walking forward

"I guess I can't complain about that"

Fem!hyoma chigiri

Everything was relatively chill in the manshine city's women changing room, nagi was on her phone as usual, and rei was watching her play

"Oh look a rare item"

"Ohhhh so lucky"

The two high fived as they focused more on the game......however their focus was broken by an angry chigiri storming out of the bathroom

"OK which one of you took my hair conditioner?"

"......what?"

"It's not in my bag, so one of you must have taken it"

"No I mean, why are you styling your hair before a match, like right before, you already put your jersey on"

"Cause I need to, I can't go there with trashy hair, especially if y/n's there"

"Does he really care that much?"

"Well I do, and I care about the thousands of spectators who will see us, how can we look like the power couple we are if we don't look absolutely stunning?"

".....ok....anyway it wasn't us, my hair is already naturally beautiful-"

"That's debatable at best"

Rei narrowed her gaze at chigiri but continued talking

"And nagi doesn't really....do body care without her boyfriend"

A sigh escaped chigiri's lips as she turned around and went in the bathroom

"Fine I guess I should look more closely"

"Wait chigiri, did you ask prince to change numbers or something?"

"No why?"

"........can you move your hair out of the way?"

"What?"

"I wanna see the name on the jersey you're wearing"

The red panther moved her hair to the right, allowing rei to see the name on the jersey clearly now

"......why.....are you wearing y/n's jersey?"

".....what?"

"Yeah that's his last name"

The red-haired woman quickly took off the jersey to confirm what rei said, and she was disappointed to see it was indeed your jersey

"What? How did-......wait then that probably means that the reason I didn't find my conditioner-"

"Was because you took his bag"

"......I'm gonna go give this back to him.....you two don't you dare say anything about this"

The two girls nodded, and chigiri quickly made her way to the other dressing room (very, very quickly with her speed)

"Hi hyoma, what's wrong?"

"my jersey"

"What do you mean?"

"We switched bags. I'm actually wearing your jersey"

"......oh..sorry for not noticing......I just thought you left your hair products in my bag"

"It's fine, here's yours"

She started to take off her jersey as you did the same

"And here's yours"

You two put everything back on and double checked just to make sure it was the right ones

"Seems like everything's OK now"

"Yeah, sorry again"

"I told you it's ok......but can you give me my conditioner now I need it"

"Why? Your hair always look perfect"

"It's because I always look perfect to you"

"Yeah because you are"

"Then let me show you how perfect these legs are"

"..........."

"I-I mean how fast they are. I mean speed and you knew it"

"Yeah, yeah don't worry"

[jacksonseymour13]

my 3rd and final inspection of Nam-Gyu's handling of Thanos' death.. Buckle up my Thagyu lovelies, it's a rollercoaster of angst. TW: Suicidal thoughts mention

Let's start with the aftershocks of his rage and his sadness coming forefront in this scene. Nam Gyu takes a moment to completely isolate himself from all the players, from the battle of Team X vs Team O. He gives himself this moment because he's come to grasp of Thanos' death and it hits him like a damn truck. He couldn't believe it before, he was too consumed by rage and denial to accept it but now he does. It practically kills whatever semblance of sense to him. In this shot, I guarantee you his heart was throbbing in pain. His mind was a racing migraine, he was a ticking time bomb and he was ready to blow.

In this next screenshot, It's Nam-Gyu taking out his last tie,connection to Thanos. His cross necklace. He kept it NOT BECAUSE OF THE DRUGS but because it's a reminder of his soulmate,his entire half. It's sentimental NOT BECAUSE OF THE DRUGS(seriously fuck reddit for that narrative) but it was dear to Thanos so it's dear to him. He looks at it with guilt, I assume. It's just a interesting shot they would focus on because it's slow and methodical in terms of how they shot it. It just reinforces to me that Thanos' death destroyed him as anyone losing a lover would, your are grief stricken,depressed,lonely and self-deprecating over the loss of someone you love and care about. In Nam-Su's case he feels like he lost the only good thing in his love and is severely struggling to cope with that.

Sorry about the quality my lovelies. In this gif we see how Nam-Gyu protectively fiddles with the cross like it holds the secrets of the universe or the answers to such impossible questions. He's in no rush as you can see here to open it and pop a pill. He's deep in thought, talking to himself and treating it as another person. Self-Monologuing as if you wish to speak to the person that isn't there anymore(Thanos).

My overall read from this gif is he holds himself some blame with Thanos' death, he's telling himself "Let's just hurry up and get the fuck out of this bathroom so you can still be here by my side.". He's telling himself it's your fault for not having his back and watching out for any potential danger against him, he has cemented the fact that he psychologically can't do this without him as he crumbles and sinks into the abyss 2 scenes after his death that we see Nam-Gyu who copes,grieves and wallows in despair. He openly verbalizes "Thanos, you asshole" as a way to blame him for leaving him all alone, he has no one and nothing. He calls him an asshole for paying these useless nobodies any mind or attention. He just wanted his "buddy" all to himself and lost him in the process of everything going downhill.

This shot I'm confident is the last moment properly grieves for Thanos before his mind self-destruct and he gives in to his violent urges. He gives himself this moment to be taken away from the reality that took Thanos away from him, why would he condemn himself to face it directly? We all process loss differently and I pass no judgment from Nam Gyu in how he handled it UP TO THIS POINT. I don't condone the 3 murders he commits but still he was hurting and had no time to handle such a valuable loss in his life. He lost Thanos in the midst of chaos and a war between 2 teams. What right moment would he have had? What right way should he have done? Pills was his only outlet, it helped Thanos. Naturally Nam Gyu would use what once brought his depressed bipolar friend happiness even if it was only temporary. LET'S GOOOO!

My favorite shot er shots during Nam-Gyu's grief over Thanos. He's just empty and feels numb to everything in the world. He fiddles with the fork similar to how he manipulated the cross in his hands, you get 2 different pictures. 1 that focuses on Nam Gyu's face and then the fork. The blasted devil thing directly responsible for taking Thanos from him. Here where his hate slowly brews from this scene onwards to...Semi's demise(I will never forgive him for taking her from us even though the meta reason is there). He hates Min-Su for drawing to the bathroom, he hates Semi for stealing Thanos' attention away, he hates player 333 for killing Thanos and he fucking hates this fork for existing at that moment.

Of course he would use it. Nam Gyu sees it as a retribution to use the same weapon against those in his twisted mind responsible for the chain of events for Thanos' death until he wasn't and just abandons all sense of logic as his mind slowly deteriorates into madness because he's missing his buffer, he's missing his real fix, his drug Thanos who fixed him when he was broken. He can't be put back together this time nor does he want to as time slowly goes on. He has to keep himself constantly distracted with the chaos of the game, the murders and pills so he's never brought back to "A life without Thanos." He is living life without him for the first time in a long time, and it's too scary. He has to be scary back. He has to show them he's prepared for anything, he's not afraid to die. He highly encourages it, the quicker the faster they would reunite together. Hell he would do it himself if it didn't mean it would mock Thanos' death in his eyes, he would probably get scolded "So you kill yourself just to see me fool but not the fool who kill me? Man!" Nam Gyu would chuckle at the assumed meeting if he ever ended his life just to see his purple hair again and that smile...

Had to remove the shit so my boy was the main focus. Nam Gyu who is at his most broken here surrenders himself completely and gives in to all his emotions that fuel his rage to attack whatever is blocking his path. What is path? What is he after? Even he doesn't know. He gets justice for Thanos? What good would that do? It would be the only purpose he has left in his meaningless life, getting revenge on the fucking asshole that took the one intricate but important thing in his life. Thanos was stolen from him and he has to unleash this furnace that is brewing hot for blood,vengeance and hate. He doesn't care who it is. They must die. If he can die then so can they? Right? I think if Thanos was still alive or survived the bathroom fight. He absolutely would have kept Nam Gyu in check and not let him get corrupted by the Team O bullshit politics or engage in the Lights Out Riot. They had a pretty...even rotation of looking out for the other when one was at his lowest, we just so happen to see those ironically with Nam Gyu to Thanos but we all know Nam Gyu saw Thanos as a stable foundation to his life's support.

He misses him and can no longer breathe without him. His heart yearns for his presence, his touch, his voice and comfort. Without it drives him mad.🥺

[spaciebabie]

Katherine has a really fucked up martyr complex that doesn't get resolved till the end of the story btw

[brionysea]

I'm trying really hard not to just be The Complainer because that's an energy I don't want to bring here when I love (present tense; I rewatch it like 5 times a day) arcane season 1 so much but does anyone remember when powder was taken in by silco and being raised by this very utilitarian merciless 'the ends justify the means' type character made jinx turn out violent and merciless as well. and vi was horrified by her and the lanes were terrified of her and piltover was falling over itself trying to scapegoat her as the one bad apple of the undercity to kid themselves into believing that everyone else was perfectly fine with being treated as less than. and that contrasts vi after vander etc. died because she was raised by him and internalised the idea that no one wins in war and fighting back against systemic oppression isn't worth the damage it causes to your own community which is why she ended up working with cait and the council like vander worked with grayson. the people who raised them shaped them into who they are today but then in season 2 jinx has a daughter and she's suddenly completely normal and well adjusted and her attachment style isn't digging her nails in until she draws blood at all. like What. what happened. didn't things used to mean something

[iamthepulta]

i did it u_u

[arctic-hands]

My parents make better friends than they ever did spouses and like that was painfully obvious to me at age ten to the point I was pleading with god during my christian years by saying "I know divorce is a sin but I'll take the punishment if you let them divorce" but for whatever fucking reason they thought it was better for me to wait until I was eighteen to split and then they marvel at how all my romantic options just end up being friends and how lonely I am romantically

[girlivealwaysbean]

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[2-kamikou-1]

ok but no guys seriously how do you ask for reassurance in a way that doesn't make you look like a stupid yandere stereotype

[sealeneee]

siiiiiiigh

[revvnant]

i sit and stew on a post so potent about the victim blaming that goes on in wider fandom headcanons about these characters that goes unnoticed because it's never overt or even intentional and i eat my hands because it's the jumpscare games for kids with their parents' credit cards.

[things-methinks]

Chat, what are the thoughts on Lando's statement about texting with Max and sorting this out

[dbphantom]

you know if you guys voted for stretch armstrong i probably would have shut up a lot sooner tonight

[okidenshi]

Sometimes i thinks bout how my gen x parents took doctors telling them that that the anti-depressants worked by heling 'balance chemicals' in my brain so that it helped me be more happy or whatever as like... these meds will ALTER MY ENTIRE PERSONALITY AND THEY DAUGHTER THEY LOVE MAY BE GOOONEEEE OOOO~~~"

Not that they're horribly anti-med really, but as a young teen they would always be like "but... what if the meds are changing you :((" like. girl. isn't that the goal here almost-