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makeste · 3 years

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BnHA Chapter 322: IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME

Previously on BnHA: Endeavor was all, “Kirishima please take Hagakure and Aoyama and put them away somewhere out of sight until we’re finally ready for the U.A. Traitor Plot.” Shouto was all “HEY DEKU DID IT EVER OCCUR TO YOU THAT MAYBE YOU WANDERING THE STREETS LOOKING LIKE A GOTH PRAYING MANTIS IS EXACTLY WHAT AFO WANTS.” Deku was all “I’M SORRY I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF MY CRUSHING MARTYR COMPLEX AND ACCUMULATED TRAUMA.” Mineta was all “HEY DEKU YOU SWEET THANG, IF I COULD REARRANGE THE ALPHABET I’D PUT ‘U’ AND ‘I’ TOGETHER, ANYWAYS HMU 💖”, or at least that’s what fandom apparently thought he said. Everyone was all “WELL SINCE WE’RE BACK HERE IN KAMINO WE SHOULD DO THE THING” and did the whole “launching someone into the air to save someone by dramatically grabbing their hand” thing that everybody fucking loves to do in Kamino so damn much. Iida was all “[bombards me and Deku with feels].” Deku was all, “ू(ʚ̴̶̷́ .̠ ʚ̴̶̷̥̀ ू).” I was all, “(;*△*;).” Horikoshi was all, “my work here is done.”

Today on BnHA:

oh my god.

so I finally went back to look at what I wrote up for 321 last week, and it’s a hot fucking mess lol, and I really don’t want to deal with that right now, so we’re just gonna skip it and go back sometime in the next few days or something because I really want to read the new chapter and I have no self control. I’M SORRY IIDA

oh my god he’s breaking out the narration word bubbles oh my god. shit is about to get epic isn’t it

has there ever been a chapter that opened with these that WASN’T epic? serious question. anyways all aboard the Feels Express I guess

YEP

I saved a bunch of other crying kaomojis when I was looking for ones to use in the “previously on” summary, and right now it’s looking like that was a good fucking decision you guys. if I’m going to be an emotional wreck I might as well do it in style ʕ ಡ ﹏ ಡ ʔ

AND BY THE WAY!!

SHOULD I JUST THANK HORIKOSHI NOW AND SAVE MYSELF SOME TIME LATER. THE MAN ALWAYS FUCKING DELIVERS WHAT ELSE CAN I FUCKING SAY GODDAMN. IS IT TOO EARLY TO DECLARE THIS MY NEW FAVORITE CHAPTER? I SHOULD PROBABLY READ FURTHER THAN ONE PAGE BUT I’VE JUST GOT A FEELING

(ETA: it’s like. maybe my second favorite lol. A HUG WOULD HAVE PUT IT IN FIRST, I’M JUST SAYING.)

anyway so Ochako is releasing Iida, which is actually hilarious, because idk if you all know this but Iida can’t fucking fly you guys

like, I assume Ochako released him because she already knew that Kirishima was in place to catch him, but I really love this split-second of panic on Iida’s part where he’s all “HMM, IS OCHAKO TRYING TO KILL ME, ACTUALLY”

LOL THERE’S A THOOM AND EVERYTHING

that’s some plus fucking ultra on Ochako’s part right there. “IF THEY DIE THEY DIE” goddamn girl did you leave your chill in the same locker as Momo or what

now poor Kiri is all “DAMMIT DEKU ARE YOU PASSED OUT OR WHAT, I DIDN’T GET TO TELL YOU MY THING GODDAMMIT”

oh my gosh he is curled up so small you guys oh my fucking lord

RESIDUAL “LOST CHILD” FEELS FROM LAST WEEK COMING IN FOR A LANDING!! PLEASE MAKE SURE YOUR SEATBACKS AND TRAY TABLES ARE IN THEIR UPRIGHT POSITIONS OMG ( ˚͈͈͈͈̥̆ ₍₎ ˚͈͈͈͈̥̆ )

LMAO IIDA IS TRYING TO CONFIRM THAT OCHAKO PLANNED FOR KIRISHIMA TO CATCH HIM, AND KIRISHIMA IS ALL “NOPE I’M JUST HERE BY CHANCE BRO”

Ochako is the U.A. Traitor confirmed. Hagakure I am so sorry I doubted you. Ochako get over here. so are you Toga now or what

anyway so now everyone is running over before Iida can react to this casual announcement of his attempted murder. and now Mina is taking her turn, and Horikoshi is all “HEY BTW IS MINA CRYING ON THE LIST OF THINGS THAT MAKE YOU CRY?” and of fucking course it is, you bastard. I’m not made of stone

( ɵ̥̥ ˑ̫ ɵ̥̥)

SLDKFJLSDKJ:LKWEJ

IS THIS THE PART WHERE I JUST START SCREAMING INCOHERENTLY FOR THE REST OF THE CHAPTER LOL. SURE FEELS LIKE WE ARE GETTING TO THAT TIME

OH MY GOD KACCHAN AHHHHH

I CAN’T OMG LOL I ALREADY GLANCED AT THE NEXT COUPLE OF PANELS, AND HE’S STARTING A WHOLEASS MONOLOGUE ABOUT ALL OF HIS DEKU FEELS AND OH MY GOD

“HERE YOU GO MAKESTE, A WHOLE CHAPTER OF ALL YOUR FAVORITE META TOPICS JUST THE WAY YOU LIKE THEM” THANK YOU HORIKOSHI YOU’RE A BRO (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ

SLKASODIFALWKFLKJ

THEY’RE JUST DEKU AND KACCHAN. holy shit you guys. because oh my god, but it’s like when Deku was talking to the Vestiges about saving Tomura, and he turned into his little child self because his heart and intentions were so pure?? and it’s like that again, except that we’re seeing them as their child selves because that’s who they are to each other?? like, not that they actually see each other as children, but just, they can see past all of the stuff on the outside and see each other to their cores, to who they are inside, and when they look at each other they each simply see the other boy that they’ve known their whole entire life. idk?? does that make sense??? DOES ANY OF THIS EVEN MAKE SENSE I DON’T KNOW WHAT WORDS ARE ANYMORE I’M JUST SWIMMING IN FEELS OKAY. I’M TRYING HERE

they’re just boys, is what I’m trying to say, I guess. just Deku and Kacchan. all the walls are down, all the gaps are bridged, and all it is is the one boy reaching out and connecting with the other, and just,,, (꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ)

OH MY GOD [GRABBING YOUR SHOULDERS AND POINTING WORDLESSLY] !!!1LK1

DO YOU ALL KNOW WHAT THIS IS YOU GUYS

HOW PERFECTLY FUCKING RAD. WELL LET ME JUST ENJOY THESE LAST FEW SECONDS BEFORE MY LIFE IS FOREVER CHANGED, I GUESS

GOD

CAN HE EVEN SAY THAT??? IS THAT EVEN LEGAL??? IS HE EVEN FUCKING ALLOWED TO SAY THAT. WHAT IS HAPPENING

OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!

─=≡Σ((( つ ◕o◕ )つ

GET IN HERE, EVERYONE!!

Y’ALL HE REALLY DID IT. “BAKUGOU IS SUCH AN ASSHOLE HE HASN’T EVEN APOLOGIZED” WELL GUESS FUCKING WHAT. GUESS FUCKING WHAT, YOU GUYS!! LET’S FUCKING GOOOOO ((((／￣∇￣)／＼(￣∇￣＼)))) AHHHHHHHHHH

OHHHHHHHH

HEH. I’M ALREADY DEAD, HORIKOSHI, YOU BASTARD. DO YOUR WORST. GO ON

YOU CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON “US”, HE SAYS. ALONG WITH A BUNCH OF OTHER STUFF OMG. KACCHAN, YOU STUDIED!! YOU UNDERSTAND!! PREACH!!

OH NO!!

OH WAIT!!!!

LOL I GOT SCARED THERE FOR A SECOND BUT ANYWAY! EVERYONE GET IN HERE!!! GROUP HUG!!! OR WAIT, NO, WHAT ABOUT -- [GRABS YOUR COLLAR URGENTLY] YOU DON’T THINK -- COULD THEY POSSIBLY -- !!!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ARE YOU GONNA HUG!??!?!?!?! I AM NOT OKAY!!!!!!! !!!hgk

REACTION PANELS LOL EVERYONE ELSE IS ON THE EDGE OF THEIR SEATS TOO WE’RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER

LOL OCHAKO

I KNOW THAT IN REALITY THIS FACE IS JUST BECAUSE SHE’S CONCERNED ABOUT DEKU’S FRAGILE STATE RN, BUT I KEEP THINKING ABOUT THE WAY SHE JUST DROPPED IIDA COLD THOUGH, AND I CAN’T HELP BUT FEAR FOR KACCHAN’S SAFETY LMAO. THAT FEELING WHEN THE CLASS PERV AND THE CLASS BULLY BOTH BEAT YOU TO THE LOVE CONFESSION. KACCHAN WATCH YOUR SIX

OKAY BUT LOOK, IT’S NOT THAT I DON’T LOVE ALL OF THE OTHER KIDS, OKAY, BUT CAN WE PLEASE!??!?! HELLO?!?!? MOMO, JUST -- COULD YOU JUST FOR A MINUTE --

NOOOOOOOOOOO

“DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT, I HAVE TO SAVE SOMETHING FOR THE FINALE” HORIKOSHI YOU BETTER WATCH OUT, I’M COMING FOR YOU WITH A TWO BY FOUR!! NOT THAT I’M UNGRATEFUL!! BUT JESUS CHRIST, YOU CAN’T JUST DO THAT, AND THEN ALMOST DO THAT, AND THEN NOT!! OMG I HATE YOU

sure let’s cut to Thirteen then, yay. I mean I’m glad they’re alive lol, don’t get me wrong

(ETA: I think that might have sounded a bit sarcastic so I just want to clarify that I really am happy Thirteen is alive and on the job again lol.)

it’s just that if your name doesn’t begin with Baku or Deku I honestly am not interested for just these next five minutes okay lol. like I’m just gonna be completely honest. I am too invested lol, please, they were having a moment, JUST LET ME HAVE THIS PLEASE

OH DAMN U.A. GOT SWOLE AF

THIS SCHOOL HAS BEEN JUICING WTF. I THOUGHT YOU WERE TARTARUS LOL

I’m literally not even reading the speech bubbles though omg I’m so sorry. I really hope there is not a quiz, I promise I will come back to it later scroll scroll scroll

okay so they brought him back to U.A. and he’s all tired and out of it yes

oh goody Hagakure knows all about the security system

(ETA: is it just me or is Horikoshi really laying it on thick with the hints about these two guys lately? I’m on to you sir.)

THAT’S WONDERFUL NEWS. GLAD THIS CRITICAL KNOWLEDGE IS SAFE IN THE HANDS OF THE PEOPLE THAT WE TRUST

ffs Deku

WHAT WILL IT EVEN TAKE TO CONVINCE YOU THEN?? SWEET JESUS

-- holy shit, what??!

they know?? how did they find out??! holy shit???

I’m about to cancel the whole of Japan lmao. fucking try me dudes

-- THE PRINCIPAL!?

NEZU GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!! WHAT THE FUCK

“a ticking time bomb” tell you what, this man is just asking to be punched in the face. literally begging for it omg

(ETA: I have been advised that I misread this part; Rat Principal told everyone how safe U.A. was, but he’s not the one who ratted out Deku; that was “the rumors”, apparently. which, if I had to guess, were probably started by AFO.)

oh I see, so it’s to be Feels, Part II then

he looks so sad and tired and lonely and she goes right for the hand, god bless. though if Kacchan’s not gonna hug him, you’d think someone would at least. or is it because he still smells bad. hmm

AND THE CHAPTER’S ENDING ON HER LOL WELL OKAY THEN

I MEAN IT’S GREAT AND ALL, I LOVE OCHAKO REALLY I DO, BUT WE WERE PROMISED GREAT EXPLOSION MURDER GODS, WHAT GIVES SOB. I WAS ALL READY TO BREAK OUT INTO SONG AND EVERYTHING. SURE, HE DID THE APOLOGY, BUT WHERE IS THE FOLLOW-UP GODDAMMIT

(ETA: just to clarify the reason for my rambling here, I was really waiting for the hero name reveal and the presumed deeper meaning behind it lol. but I guess that is a conversation still to come! and we still need Deku’s response to the apology too for that matter. lots to look forward to still.)

WELL WHATEVER, SO THAT IS THE END OF THE CHAPTER! SHOUT OUT TO MY BOY RAT “LET ME JUST TELL EVERYONE IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ABOUT DEKU’S SUPER SECRET IDENTITY, I GUESS THAT’S ALL RIGHT NOW, NOTHING BAD COULD POSSIBLY COME OF THIS” PRINCIPAL. listen here you little shit

anyway but if you’ll excuse me... IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME. IF I COULD FIND A WAY. I’D TAKE BACK THOSE WORDS THAT HAVE HURT YOU, AND YOU’D STAY. I DON’T KNOW WHY I DID THE THINGS I DID. I DON’T KNOW WHY I SAID THE THINGS I SAID. PRIDE’S LIKE A KNIFE, IT CAN CUT DEEP INSIDE. WORDS ARE LIKE WEAPONS, THEY WOUND SOMETIMES. BUM~ BUM~ BUM~, I DIDN’T REALLY MEAN TO HURT YOU. BUM~ BUM~ BUM~, I DIDN’T WANNA SEE YOU GO. I KNOW I MADE YOU CRY, BUT BABAY, IF I COULD TUUUUURN BACK TIIIIIIIIIIIME...

#bnha 322 #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #bakudeku #uraraka ochako #class 1-a #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #IF I COULD REACH THE STARS #I'D GIVE THEM ALL TO YOU #IF I COULD TURN BACK TIIIIIIIIME

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kouque · 3 years

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*kisses you* lol nice!

summary: u reject some genshin dudes (xiao, albedo)

genre: angst

a/n: holy shit sorry for being so inactive lately, i’ve been extraordinarily busy with personal issues and ive just been having super writers block lol also gn pronouns used but yeah, anyways here’s some burnt food for yall 🙁 oh yeah and i also got really lazy on Albedo’s part because it’s like 3am right now so if there’s any plot holes or rushed parts, just know that it’s my mind that’s supposed to be waking up in 3 hours working :)

warnings: slight mention of Albedo x Sucrose (reader thinks they’re together but they’re not)

Xiao:

Seeing you always made his heart flutter in more ways than one. Conversing with you made this feeling stronger— as his adoration for you only grew more and more each passing day.

How long has it been since he first felt like this? About 6 months or so. It only happened when Verr Goldet had asked you to check on the adeptus, noticing a larger difference in his recent behavior towards her.

“Um… Adeptus Xiao… I think?” You would call, being unfamiliar with the yaksha— only ever knowing him from tales from old family. “I’ve been called to check up on you. If everything’s alright, then i’ll get going—”

“Who sent you?” Was all he asked in return— no “thank you’s” or “i’m okay’s” at all. You stayed silent for a moment— a bit intimidated by his rather scratchy and deep voice.

“Mrs. Goldet did. Uh, as i said before, if you’re doing alright, then i’ll be on my way.” You said, and rushed out of his presence as fast as possible. It’s not that you were scared of him or anything, it’s just that his aura was brooding and it sort of freaked you out.

This is what made Xiao quite interested in you— you weren’t like the others that would call out to him in their sleep, or say a few words to the adeptus with only “yes” or “okay” in response. You were different— a word that Xiao hadn’t used to describe anyone in a long while.

Later on, it appeared to be that you would constantly check up on Xiao on your own accord, not entirely realizing that this man you would have frequent conversations with wasn’t like the others. He was… a killing machine, in other words. He wasn’t summoned to have idle chit-chat with a mere human, his only job was to slay the demons that roamed freely upon this world. So why was he enjoying your presence more and more?

Yet, as fast as time passed, you had stopped visiting the boy, becoming engrossed in your own dilemmas. This worried Xiao— of course, after all the time spent together, he knew you were a very capable person— one who didn’t need his protection no matter how many times he would offer it. But now was starting to become an issue. Why?

Because now, he was in love. Which was a predicament for him.

…

He roamed the streets of Liyue, subtly searching every nook and cranny of each and every shop and corner there was, on somewhat of a mission to at least know your whereabouts. He wanted to confront you, scold you about your sudden disappearance, and oppose you about how worried you’ve made him.

As he searched, he heard the faint sound of your voice in the distance, presumably by a nearby shop. His expression slightly lit up, as he was finally able to see you after such a long distance away from each other. He cautiously made his way towards you, attempting to not cause a scene because of his presence. However, as he approached you, he saw the figure of another man next to you.

The face of the infamous fatui harbinger; Childe.

“Childe, i think that was the best story i’ve ever been told before!” You giggled at the harbinger, who stood next to you, leaning on the side of that one restaurant in Liyue.

“Haha, and there’s more to that story that i could tell you about later, dear. But for now, i should probably head out. I’ll tell you more about it tonight, okay love?” Childe smiled and pat your head, before leaving the area.

Xiao was… angry. Sad. anything but happy. His mood changed as soon as he heard the harbinger call you “dear” and “love”. We’re you dating your own enemy? The enemy of Liyue, and basically everything Xiao fought for? How could you betray him like that!

Unless… you were a harbinger as well??

Xiao instantly returned back to his area at the inn, silently thinking about the events he had witnessed for the rest of the night. Yet, during his depressed state, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

“I can’t help you right now, please leave.” Xiao muttered, refusing to look up at whoever was there. However, he saw the familiar shoes and clothes of that one person he’s been searching for.

“Hi, Xiao.” You smiled. His eyes lit up before he looked at you with disappointment. “How are you? Im sorry i’ve been distant with you. A few things came up and I had to help Liyue itself with some causes. Is everything alright?”

He looked back down, his heart hurting due to the emotions he was feeling at the moment. He was happy to see you, to see the face he’s longed to see for what seemed like centuries, and most importantly— his hearted ached for him to just confess his feelings to you and get it over with. But he couldn’t— no way! He can’t compete with a strong harbinger like that!

“I’m fine. Adepti such as myself have no need to be checked up upon by you lousy people.” He said. “Not you in specific.”

You laughed at his last words before taking a seat next to him. “I don’t think that’s true. Every person needs to feel the comfort of another, right? I want to be the one to provide you that warmth, as i see that nobody else does.”

Xiao felt that ping in his chest again. Your words strikes him in such a spot that he could write poems about and for you, endlessly everyday. But his mind wouldn’t let him— he wouldn’t let these feelings of him get the best of him.

“I see. Well in that case, if you would like to be.. my protector, in a sense… indulge in those feelings of yours.” He said, looking at you who was still smiling at him.

Gosh, he could look at you all day and not get bored. He could listen to you all day, and even if his ears were tired of the noise, he would carry on listening to whatever it was that you were spitting out of your mouth.

“Hm… Sure! Id love to be your personal protector, Xiao! Just like you are for me.”

There it was again. That stabbing feeling pulsing around in his chest, starting from the lowest parts of his stomach to the highest peak of his brain. He felt all fuzzy inside— like he was being trapped with the care and affection you brought to him. He almost had to hold his chest— these feelings alone were becoming to much to handle.

“Y/n…” He would say. It was time, he thought. Time to reveal the feelings he’s been hiding for you all this time— in the 6 months he’s known you for, that is.

“What is it? I’m fully listening.”

“I… Love… You.” He finally confessed in broken up phrases. “For a long time… since we first became closer than i would usually be with someone.”

“…Xiao, I…” You would begin. “I’m so glad that you feel that way about me. It makes me really happy knowing that someone I care for loves me a lot. But…”

oh.

“I already love someone with all my heart, Xiao. You’re my first priority— don’t get me wrong! I love you so much, but I’ve already devoted my love to someone else.”

“…I understand.”

And with that last sentence, he vanished.

Albedo:

“Y/n, hand me that beaker on your left,” Albedo said, apparently paying no mind to whatever it was that you were telling him.

“Sure— Albedo, were you even listening to what I was saying?” You said, aggressively giving him the beaker. It took a while for him to respond, but he only did with a “mhm.”

“Sorry, love— ‘been catching up with a few tests i’ve been… uh— assigned. I promise to make it up to you,” He said, still not even turning to look at you.

“I see.” You said. So, you got up and left. Simple as that.

You and Albedo weren’t anything special— just two people who happened to have a few things in common. You both were only friends, well, in Albedo’s eyes. To him, you were nothing short of just some background noise to drown out the sound of empty quietness that caused his ears to ring. Well, you were interesting in other fields as well. You were strong and rather humerous, but other than that, you didn’t…have any other use for him.

…Or so you thought.

In actuality, Albedo loved you. A lot. He always secretly wanted to be by your side at all hours of the day— even when you were sleeping, he wanted to be right next to you, holding you tight. Of course, the stoic Albedo wouldn’t and didn’t admit this to everyone, hell— he even denied his own feelings. The pangs in his heart every time you smiled at him— yeah, he would brush those off as heartburn. But that’s besides the point. Albedo usually thought of you both as more than friends— friends with benifits, perhaps. As in, holding hands, and cute pet names, and forehead kisses— only things couples would do. But no, you always thought that he only followed through with your actions because you initiated them, and he didn’t want to be rude.

…Not knowing about your recent abscence, Albedo called for you again. “Do you think you can hand me that greenish substance near the cabinets?”

“…”

He looked behind him, only just then noticing your disappearance.

“Y/n?”

He finally got up from his seat and looked around for you, thinking that you were just playing that same old hiding truck you always did. However, when he came up empty-handed, that’s when the slight worry kicked in.

He left his workspace, searching for you around. Surely you haven’t gone far— how long has it been since you left? A minute or two?

No, it’s been almost an hour.

An hour of complete silence, Albedo not even checking to see if you were still behind him, in the back of the room.

“…” He frowned as he went back into his small workspace, deciding to finish his test before looking around Dragonspine for you.

…

A few days past since the “incident”, and you finally returned once again. As usual, Albedo was conducting some sort of experiment with Sucrose this time.

“Oh, am I inturrupting something? I’ll swing by later, then.” You muttered and left, before Albedo or Sucrose could even say anything.

You’ll admit— you’ve always been jealous of Sucrose. She’s so pretty and smart, and exactly up Albedo’s ally. They could relate to stuff together and… everything about the two just work out. Besides, it wasn’t unusual for Albedo to dismiss you when Sucrose was there. Sucrose would be welcoming— while Albedo would always try to get you out of there as soon as possible, like you were bothering him.

So with that, you left the two alone to their confusion.

…

It’s been a few weeks since that event, and you went up to Dragonspine one last time to see if you could get any different reaction out of Albedo. But, as usual, he didn’t even recognize your presence.

“Huh? Oh, Y/n. I’m rather busy today, i don’t have time for those nonsensical stories of yours.” He said and stared at you, and that’s when you just…

…never came back.

It’s not like what he said was supposed to come off as rude, though. The stories you told were always wacky and bizarre, nothing that could’ve actually happened in real life. Like, you fighting Osial in Liyue? Nonsense! There’s no way you could’ve fought such a huge beast!

Besides, he really was busy today. He had a few things planned for the two of you, something he wanted to do as an apology for being so distant. So it was only natural for him to not take your feelings as seriously for now.

…

Turns out, you really did never show back up. Albedo was just about to go and purchase the things he needed for your time together, until he realized—

—you weren’t even anywhere in Mondstadt.

Albedo searched for you everywhere— from the tavern to Stormterror’s lair. Yet he just couldn’t seem to find your whereabouts.

He started to get worried— what if something happened to you? What if you needed his help but he didn’t know? His heart began to ache from the anxiety washing over him. You, one of his (unbeknownst to you) precious jewels had gone missing, and he didn’t even know somewhere you could’ve gone.

He went around Mondstadt, asking anyone if they knew where you might’ve gone. Then, he ran into Venti, who just so happened to be his lifesaver.

“Oh, that traveler? Hm… they came to me in tears about how poorly you treated them… In that case, i don’t want to tell you where they went if you hurt their feelings.” Venti frowned at Albedo, who’s eyes widened for a milisecond before he cleared his throat.

“I would just like to apologize to them for my recent behaviour, that is all. Please tell me their whereabouts so i would be able to properly give them my apologies.” Albedo pleaded. Venti thought for a moment before sighing.

“Fine. They told me that they’d be off to Liyue and coming back near sundown. I think you’d be able to catch them then,” Venti shrugged. Albedo thanked him before going back to his lab, awaiting your arrival.

…

So uh, you never really came back when you were expected to.

Albedo waited for days, weeks, months, even— and every time he asked Venti if he saw you, even Venti didn’t have a clue where you went. Eventually, Albedo was just about to give up, until he heard a familiar pattern of footsteps approach his lab.

“Come in, be wary of the broken glass to your right.” He said, focused on writing something down before looking up at the entrance, only to find…

you!

“Y/n…?” He said in somewhat of shock. You waved at him and walked closer, examining what he was working on.

“Oh, i thought on Wednesdays you worked with Sucrose.” You said, a slight scoff afterwards. Albedo shook his head and got up, grabbing ahold of your warm hands.

“No, that’s every other Wednesday. But that’s besides the point. I missed you, Y/n.” He said with a small smile.

“Oh, that’s sweet! I didn’t know you missed my “nonsensical stories”.” You laughed, prying your hands out of his grip. “Anyways, I just came to, uh, check up on you. You know, we’re still friends and stuff, so i wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Albedo’s chest tightened at that phrase. “friends”. Right! You both were only friends, who acted like couples that really weren’t. But do friends really feel sharp pains in their heart, and butterflies in their stomach when they speak to you?

Yeah, i don’t think so.

“Listen, the way i treated you was wrong. So wrong of me. I should’ve taken your feelings into account more, instead of being so indulged in my own things that i don’t even think about you anymore. I love you, Y/n— and i don’t think any amount of alchemy i do could replace those feelings i have for you.” He said, a slight redness tinting his face. You only smiled and back away from him.

“That’s really sweet, Albedo! But i can’t be in a relationship with someone who puts smaller things over me.” You smiled. “Anyways, it was nice to see you again! I hope to see you around Mondstadt more.”

And to that end, you left the room.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #albedo x reader #xiao x reader #angst #genshin #genshin angst #xiao angst #albedo angst #genshin 2.3

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scandalsavagefanfic · 3 years

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Hello! I am a huge fan of ur writing. I've loved everything I've read of yours. I've read alot of what you've posted, except for a couple of the tags that are squicky for me (so I'm very thankful you tag very thoroughly). No judgement for the squick, it's just not for me. & when I'm having a bad day, I usually just go thru ur ao3 and find something to reread. I think about Therapy's Bruce & Jason every damn day. While I obvs appreciate ur darker more "problematic" content (I really vibe with some of the themes you write about bc of my own trauma, & so it's very cathartic to read about in a fictional setting), I am truly a sucker for ur more happy content. The Happily Ever After verse also lives in my head rent free. Idk more wholesome stuff just seems more special when you write it. Anyways. I would die for you. But the point of this ask is cause I'm curious as to why you don't like Urban Legends? I'm sorry if you already talked about it here or on twitter and I missed it. I was just wondering because I really enjoy your take on things and would love to hear why you dislike it. I've been enjoying it so far personally, but I am always open to DC comics criticism.

Aw thank you so much! I'm so flattered by everything you just said. You're so sweet ❤❤❤❤❤

I haven't talked about Urban Legends here or twitter (I haven't been very active in either place lately. Just a lot going on and no energy 😔) but I'm happy to do it here.

Before I start though, I just want to add a standard disclaimer and make it clear that if you like it, there's nothing wrong with that and you don't have to let me ruin it for you lol. Like what you like.

That said, since you asked...

I said this when I was talking about it on discord, that there is a difference between hope and expectation. I always hope that a new story centered on Jason (or anyone really, but things have been especially egregious for Jay for 15 years) will be good or at least treat the character with a minimal level of respect (to be honest, the bar is super fucking low). But my expectations always temper my hope, to keep it from getting unrealistic. Because my expectations are based on experience.

The long history of Jason Todd, since even before his resurrection, has been one of retroactively trying to make him "a bad seed" in order to absolve Bruce of any responsibility in his death.

I don't even expect DC or their writers to start honoring the fact that Jason was not an angry, reckless Robin (and less of the later than Dick or Tim and definitely Damian). There plenty of ways that retcon can be folded into his history and be compelling and sympathetic. And if they're going to stick with that retcon, I'm only asking that they do it in one of those compelling and sympathetic ways because Jason was 15 when he died, heroically, in one of the most selfless acts in comics, to save a woman who literally handed him over to be brutally murdered. He was 12 when Bruce plucked him off the streets, he'd been homeless and fending for himself for at least two years. I personally think that Jason's story hits harder for him and Bruce if their original, canon relationship, of Jason as starry-eyed and eager to learn and absolutely devoted to Bruce and Bruce to Jason, is preserved. But Jason's origins does leave room for a meaningful interpretation of him as angry and frustrated at the lack of meaningful results of Bruce's methods.

And that's really where my irritation at stories like Batman: Urban Legends, Cheer and Batman The Adventure Continues has it's roots.

Every time one of these stories comes out, I think (or hope, rather) that this will be the one that remembers and respects the origins of the Jason and the Red Hood, that takes into account the changed sensibilities of comics readers in the 30 years since Jason's death and the subtle, 20 year, retroactive campaign to make him the "bad Robin". The "born bad" trope is played out and literally no one likes the message it implies. That some kids are just bad eggs and there's nothing parents or the adults around them can do. Especially when it's played as the kid's fault. If Jason's time as Robin is going to be characterized by anger, then it should be rooted in anger at the social injustices he witnessed as he grew up in an impoverished, crime-ridden, area and the horrors he faced raising himself when every day was a battle for survival. There are topical, meaningful, stories to tell with that backdrop.

But those are never the stories we get.

⚠⚠ Spoilers for Batman: Urban Legends, Cheer ⚠⚠

I'm particularly disappointed in Urban Legends because for the first issue, it looked like that was the kind of story we were going to get. I was put off by the first flashback of Jason being mesmerized by Bruce's guns, and I got that feeling in my gut that it was a bad sign. Jason depicted as impatient and overconfident and the scene with the guns is heavy-handed foreshadowing that got my spidey-sense tingling. I had a inkling then (in the first three pages) of how this story was going to play out, but it was early and I could still see many narrative paths that could lead to a satisfying story. My concerns were soothed somewhat and the little flame of my hope fanned, with the flashback of Alfred scolding Bruce, with Barbara's concern for Jason. A bit of worry returned with the way Jason ruthlessly pursued an addict who didn't appear to be a dealer and with the ending of the issue. The stuff with the addict sat wrong with me but the ending was tempered some by how despicable Tyler's dad was written. The scene was clearly set so that the reader could sympathize with Jason's decision and the scene with the addict could be brushed aside as a side-effect of comics over-the-top need for constant action, so I still held hope.

Issue 2 made me uncomfortable and it's where my hope starts to take a backseat to my expectations. I can dismiss Jason's self-deprecating internal monologue as unreliable narration, except that the flashback reinforces his thought process to explicitly show that it's not unreliable narration, and should be taken at face value. Jason faces physical abuse at the hands of his mother's drug dealer and when the flashback continues later, Jason kills the drug dealer. To be clear, this is a pre-Bruce Jason. His mom is still alive. He's like... 10. He kills this guy for shoving his head into a wall and implying Jason's mother paid for her drugs with sex. This is a scene that serves a single purpose. To show that Jason has always been prone to violence.

In the spirit of full disclosure, there is the small chance the drug dealer might not be dead. But the story obviously wants the reader to think he is, and it hasn't done anything to change that yet.

Starlin already did this story with The Diplomat’s Son in 1988 and he did it infinitely better. AND that’s still technically canon. So now I’m supposed to believe that Jason lost his cool bad enough to kill two douche bags before his sweet 16? Like it’s totally normal for abused kids raised in poverty, who’ve led hard and heartbreaking lives to just... haul off and kill people? That’s bullshit, and when taken with the Jason in the third issue, who is little more than an idiot thug, this story is really doubling down on some fucked up stereotypes.

Which brings us to the most recent issue. I went into this installment with very low expectations. I thought this story was going to be about Jason, through this experience with Tyler, a young boy with a similar background to Jason's, coming to the realization that Bruce's way is the best way and that Bruce did his best by Jason.

That would be annoying (in no small part because it takes increasingly absurd levels of plot armor to keep Bruce's no kill rule relevant, let alone irrefutably right). But I can probably live with that, if only because maybe if Jason officially falls back into line with the Bats crusade, maybe I'll get stories that treat him with respect, stories that don't relegate him to comic relief, dumb brute, or a background body with no lines in a story about the Joker burning Gotham (like Jason would just fucking stand there quietly for that).

And that may still be where the story is going, Jason realizing Bruce is right.

But holy shit do I not have the right words to describe how fucking insulting and gross issue three is.

From start to finish--including the flashback--Jason is written as cruel and fucking stupid. Like straight up dumb.

The entire issue is Bruce explaining the fucking basics to Jason like it's his first day. And Jason flies off the fucking handle and terrorizes a doctor he knows isn't a part of making the Cheerdrops, beats the shit out of some random addicts, and finally, when he can't accomplish anything on his own because he's a dumb brute he calls Barbara for help and rushes in with no information where he's promptly incapacitated and must now wait to be rescued by Batman.

This panel is the least of the issues sins but I can’t screenshot the entire story but it’s representative of the tone for the whole issue (and retroactively tainted the prior two issues).

This is beyond insulting. The only conclusions Jason comes to in this issue are the ones Bruce leads him to by talking to him like he can’t make the simplest connections. And like... in this story Jason can’t make the simplest connections.

This (and the Jason throughout the entirety of this issue) is a far cry from the Jason we fell in love with in Under the Red Hood, who was competent and strategic and intelligent enough to seize control of Gotham’s underworld from Black Mask (who’s no fucking slouch, he’s the first and only person to unify organized crime in Gotham) AND elude and manipulate Bruce until the time and place of his choosing.

This is a far cry from even the Red Hood and the Outlaws Jason who is competent enough to fight the League of Shadows and Ra’s al Ghul (among very dangerous and skilled others) and smart enough to create antidotes for mind control nanotech viruses.

As he should be, by the way. Jason Todd is one of the best, most comprehensively trained fighters in DC’s stable of non powered vigilantes. He’s not irrational or hot headed. He’s pragmatic, tactically minded, and patient. He’s a detective. Right now. Has been since he was 12. Bruce doesn’t have to make him one because he already is.

Jason is not a stupid thug who uses his fists because his brain doesn’t work. And I can’t tell you how so very exhausted I am by this narrative.

This is actually the most egregious example of Jason’s skills and intelligence being not just undermined but dismissed entirely. Even Morrison’s Jason had some degree of competency.

The one, single redeeming factor of this story is the art. It’s beautiful. And Marcus To is a godsend he seems to be one of only a couple of artists who remember that Jason was a child when he was Robin and I’m literally only buying this book because of him.

Anyway, I’m sorry. I didn’t want that to come out so... um... passionately lol. I’m just very very tired. My intention with this isn’t to ruin it for you, if you like it, that’s fine.

But this issue shot this story to the top of my "Vehemently Despise” list. 1) Batman: Urban Legends (Cheer), 2) Battle for the Cowl/Morrison’s Batman and Robin, 3) Batman The Adventure Continues.

I hope the next issues somehow salvage this dumpster fire. But I’m not expecting it.

(Damnit. That sounded harsh again. To reiterate, I’m not trying to judge anyone who enjoys it, I just personally hate it and you asked me why lol 😅)

#Batman #red hood #batman: urban legends #nice art #shit story #or at least shit characterization #jason todd deserves better #this response got long and I didn't edit it #please forgive any errors #and/or unclear spots #spoilers

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Also I was expecting “The Birth of Kitaro” to be more full of feels, and it likely will be in the 2022 movie, but yeah, the manga version is hilariously brisk and not very sympathetic to Kitaro lmao... Basically goes like this, paraphrased...

Mizuki: Shit dude. Yokai blood got into the blood bank somehow and it turning people into monsters. This could hurt the company’s reputation! It’s up to me...

Mizuki: *IMMEDIATELY realizes he got way in over his head and isn’t gonna stop realizing this for like 6-7 years apparently lmao*

Mizuki: Okay so this tainted yokai blood came from... MY OWN ADDRESS?! I guess there’s that rotten old temple out back--*goes to check it out*

Mizuki: HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHAT THE FUCK ARE THESE THINGS?!?!?!

Mizuki: HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHY THE FUCK ARE THESE THINGS PREGNANT?!?!?!?

Mizuki: Dude I really gotta tell the blood bank about you guys mixing your yokai blood into the supply, I get you needed money for medicine, but this is legit harming/killing people, it’s my ethical responsibility...

Kitaro’s Dad: FUCK YOU AND FUCK ALL THEM OTHER PEOPLE, WHAT THE FUCK, YOU EXPECT ME TO JUST SIT HERE AND DIE EVEN THOUGH MY WHOLE BODY IS ALREADY ROTTING?! *SHOVES HIS ROTTEN FACE RIGHT UP NEXT TO MIZUKI’S* HMM??

Mizuki: UM... OKAY I GUESS WHEN YOU PUT IT LIKE THAT I CAN LET PPL DIE FOR 8-9 MORE MONTHS UNTIL YOU GET THIS WHOLE ‘HAVING A BABY’ THING WORKED OUT...?

Kitaro’s Dad: Oh sweet! Cool, thanks bro. :)

Mizuki, comes back 9 months later to find they’re both dead: Oh thank god that worked itself out! Guess I should bury these things. but... Damn that’s a lotta hard work. And that dad is already super icky so uh... Look I’m just gonna bury the mom, okay? Okay.

Mizuki: *hears noises coming from the grave 3 days later* Sure, I’ll check this out I guess... OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT, KILL IT, KILL IT--Oh wait, it’s a baby. Sorry about that, kid! *fucks off*

Kitaro’s Dad: *the eyes that should have rotted first are apparently the last thing to go for this dude so he just straight up turns into a giant eyeball-dude and goes to help his son, apparently never once regretting fucking his zombiefied wife who was in no shape to get pregnant, jus finds his son and puts him on a leash like a dog and drags him to Mizuki’s house lmfao??*

Mizuki: *having a nice peaceful slumber--LOL NOT ANYMORE* EW OH MY GOD IT’S THAT MONSTER CHILD I TRIED TO KILL BEFORE, IN MY BED!!! ...You know what I’m just too tired, fuck it I give up, I guess I’ll “raise you as my own”, or whatever... *is totally not going to do this lmao*

Mizuki’s mom: Um... What are you going to do with that child? *a very very VERY legit question*

Mizuki: Oh mother... Can’t talk! Late for work! I’m off!

Mizuki’s mom: ...Fine. (IT LITERALLY WENT LIKE THAT LMAO... XD Like the last few lines and the next few lines basically aren’t even paraphrasing, it’s straight from the book... XD)

6 Years later...

Mizuki’s mom: Dude that creepy Kitaro kid you took in keeps going places at night...

Mizuki: Yeah, I know...

Mizuki’s mom: SO FUCKING GO FIND OUT WHERE AND WHY!!

Mizuki: *comes back* I have no idea where he went, I lost him in the graveyard--

Mizuki’s mom: OH MY GOD JUST GET RID OF THE LIL MONSTER ALREADY?!

Mizuki: Kitaro! I followed you last night, but lost you by a tree in the graveyard! Where did you go?

Kitaro: I was playing in the world of the dead...

Mizuki: Quit yanking my chain kid, as if such a place really even exis--

Kitaro: It’s where spirits live...

Mizuki: WAIT I SUDDENLY BELIEVE YOU, WTF, CHILDREN SHOULDN’T PLAY WITH THE DEAD?! Okay I am so over this whole “raise you like my own” thing by now, my mom was right, you’re an abomination and you gotta go man...

Mizuki’s Mom: FUCKING FINALLY!

Daddy Eyeball: Oh hey, Kitaro! You’re totally not being kicked out buddy, lets go see the world!

Kitaro, apparently: I will forever help humans because of all that you have done for me, Mizuki. I am truly grateful.

Me: And I am truly grateful... That you didn’t realize what an asshole Mizuki’s character really was and decide to never help humans ever... XD;;;;;

#gegege no kitaro #kitaro #shigeru mizuki

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tefilovesreading · 4 years

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It’s a match! Part. 2

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: None, language but that’s it.

A/N: LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANNA BE TAGGED.

Edited by: @theamazingtomholland

MASTERLIST // PART 1 // PART 3

“What do you mean he sent you a good morning text?” Jo asked, almost choking on her toast.

“He asked for my number last night,” Y/N explained, her hands shaking while she tried to unlock her phone, “and when I woke up, I had a text from him saying good morning and wishing me a good day.”

“Damn the boy is a keeper,” her friend whistled and winked at her after she read the message.

“He told me he wanted to FaceTime.”

She sat on the stool next to where her best friend was sitting and rested her chin on her hand. The butterflies in her stomach felt more like hundreds of bees buzzing fiercely in there.

“And you?” Jo questioned with an intrigued look on her face, “do you wanna do it?”

“I think so,” Y/N answered, biting the inside of her cheek, “he’s really cute, and I had fun texting last night.”

“Well that’s a new one,” the ginger girl joked. All their friends knew how much Y/N hated texting, leaving messages on read for days, or taking absolutely forever to respond. She always felt weird texting, not knowing very well how to keep the conversation going over text.

“Tell him you have thirty minutes, and then you have to go do something else,” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and Jo rolled her eyes, “that way if you don’t feel comfortable you have an easy exit.”

“And what if I’m enjoying it?” Jo looked at her as if she was trying to explain how the water cycle worked to a kid, “Jo I’m being serious!”

“In that case, my love, you hang up and call him again after you tell me everything.”

“Who said I was gonna tell you anything, uh?” Y/N smirked and blew her a kiss after her friend gave her an offended look.

“Whatever, Y/N,” Jo flipped her off, “just tell him your professor was sick or something like that.”

“You’re a lifesaver, did I tell you that?” Y/N kissed her friend’s cheek and then jumped off, “I’m gonna go take a shower, see you later.”

“See you later, babe,” Jo said, “don’t forget to eat!”

“I won’t!” Y/N yelled, on her way to the bathroom they shared.

Y/N: Good morning! Hope you have a great day too

She smiled satisfied at her reply and hit the send button.

Y/N couldn’t remember the last time she felt so giddy about a guy, it was exciting, to say the least. Charlie seemed like an easygoing person and really easy to talk to. Sure she was nervous talking to him, but who wouldn’t? The guy was super cute and so nice to her, she already knew she’d be crushing hard.

Thirty minutes later, she was on her way to class with time to go to her favorite coffee shop and have a quick breakfast.

Charlie: Didn’t think you’d answer me so early hahaha Y/N: I have a class in like 20 minutes, wouldn’t have woken up this early if i didn’t have class lol Charlie: So you’re not a morning person Y/N: Oh no, absolutely not!!

She smiled at the boy in the cashier and laughed softly when he asked her if she was ordering the same thing she always did.

“Oh, can you add a brownie please?” Y/N asked politely, while she looked for her card on her bag. After paying for her food, she went to one of the tables in the back.

Charlie: Noted! I swear i try to not wake up early but i can’t Y/N: I bet you’re the kind of friend that wakes everyone up with a lot of noise Charlie: How did ya know that hahahaha Y/N: I was just guessing, but you do seem like a loud person Charlie: I am, i won’t try to deny it Charlie: What about you?? Y/N: Mmm Y/N: It depends Y/N: But my laugh is extra loud, so I can’t say I’m a quiet girl

“Vanilla latte!” Y/N put away her phone and stood up to get her order.

“Thanks, Dylan,” she thanked the boy and grabbed a few napkins before making her way back to her table.

Charlie: I bet your laugh is really cute

Her cheeks were burning after that message, and it took her a couple of minutes to tame the butterflies in her stomach before she was able to type a response. Because as much as she wanted to laugh it off and change the topic, she knew he was flirting with her and if she didn’t flirt back, their conversation was basically dead.

Y/N: Guess you’ll have to find out yourself ;).

That was a nice reply, right? She screenshotted their chat and sent it to Jo. If anyone knew how to flirt while texting, it was her best friend.

Y/N: How does it look? Is it too much?? Too little?? Y/N: H E L P

Jo’s response was quick as always. One of the many reasons she loved her.

Jo: Girl it’s fine Jo: Stop worrying about it Jo: It’s mysterious and a good way to tell him you wanna FaceTime Y/N: Ok ok thank you love ya Jo: Love you more

Checking the hour on her phone, Y/N finished her bagel and gathered her stuff. She waved Dylan goodbye and left the coffee shop. She spent more time than she expected to in there and if she didn’t hurry she’d be late for class.

It was times like this one that made her regret not knowing how to drive because even if all her classmates liked the Lyft program they had for free, she still felt unsafe getting in the car without a friend.

Back in the day, when she was still dating Lance, he’d made sure to call her and talk to her during the whole ride to wherever Y/N needed to go just to make her feel safe. After all, he was never a bad boyfriend, their paths just went in different ways and they both wanted different things in life.

Charlie: Yeah i guess Charlie: What if i call you later when you’re done with your classes??Charlie: No pressure

She could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks for the second time in less than an hour and had to bite her lip to stop herself from smiling.

Y/N: Sure, i’ll let you know once i’m done Y/N: But i have to say bye for now Y/N: Gotta pay attention haha Charlie: Get that degree! Charlie: Talk to you later!

Focusing on whatever her professor was saying was a hard task, she just wanted to pull her phone out and text Charlie, see what he was up to and get home as soon as possible, so they could FaceTime.

Sitting on the edge of her seat, she couldn’t help but bounce her leg to relieve the eagerness rushing through her veins. She still had fifteen minutes left, and then she’d be sprinting out of the classroom and going back to her apartment.

“Dude, do you gotta use the bathroom or what?” Sadie, the girl she always sat with during class, whispered through gritted teeth.

“Sorry,” she apologized, crossing her legs to stop herself from bouncing her leg. Although the new position didn’t stop her from moving her foot.

“What’s up with you?” Sadie snorted once she realized Y/N couldn’t sit still.

“Nothing,” she replied quickly, scribbling on her notebook the pages she needed to read for the next class, “I just wanna go home.”

“But you have never been this eager to leave this class,” the girl commented without looking at her, too focused on taking notes, “you love this class.”

“I don’t know,” Y/N let out a sigh and checked the hour on her watch, “I just don’t feel like sitting here right now.”

Her classmate didn’t make another comment about her eagerness to leave the classroom, she just nodded her head as if she was telling her she understood.

“I think that’s all for today, guys,” the professor mentioned, leaning on the desk, “have a good day, and don’t forget to read the articles I mentioned.”

Y/N hurried to gather her things and waved Sadie goodbye before walking as fast as she could to the door. She needed to leave before the halls flooded with students. Y/N considered taking the stairs instead of the elevator but knowing how clumsy she could be, she opted for the latter. Falling down the stairs wasn’t on her plans.

Twenty minutes and a mile later, she dropped her keys on the bowl next to the door of her apartment and kicked off her shoes. She checked her out in the full-length mirror Jo had in their living room and shrugged. Charlie knew she was a college student, and it wouldn’t be weird to see her wearing a hoodie with her college’s logo, also, she was comfy and didn’t want to change into something else.

She fixed her hair and made sure she didn’t have smudged mascara under her eyes and then made herself comfortable on the couch.

Y/N: Just made it home

Y/N: That was one hell of a long class haha

She bit her nails, the nervousness kicking in while she waited for a response from Charlie. Maybe he was busy now that she wasn’t. God if their schedules didn’t let them at least FaceTime, she felt like she’d start crying and delete the app. It wasn’t like she was talking to other guys though.

Charlie: Finally!! Charlie: Wanna FaceTime?? Or are you tired?

“Fuck no,” she whispered to herself before she started writing her reply.

Y/N: Nah! Let's FaceTime

Her heart started pounding on her chest when the video call entered and the phone started vibrating in her hand.

“Shit, shit, shit,” she cursed before putting a smile on her face and answering the call. “Hey!”

Holy shit. His pictures didn’t make him justice.

“How you doin’?” Charlie said and her cheeks blushed.

“It’s that a Friends reference?” she asked trying to hide her smile.

“I swear I don’t mean it in that way,” he laughed, and the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled made her heart flutter. “But seriously, how was your day?”

“It was good even though I hate waking up early,” the way Charlie was looking at her with so much attention, even if it was through a screen it made her feel so confident, “I had breakfast at this little coffee shop near my apartment and then went to class.”

“But that sounds like a nice morning,” Charlie mentioned, his sweet smile never leaving his face.

“What were you up to anyway?”

“Not much actually,” he shrugged and the gesture made him look young, “I went for a run, then I had to film some tapes for a few auditions, and now I’m chilling.”

“You’re an actor,” Y/N pointed out, not even surprised about the new information he just revealed. It was Los Angeles after all.

“I am,” he smiled, and she swore she could see a pink tint on his cheeks, “I started back in Canada when I was about fourteen or fifteen.”

“Any chances I’ve watched it?” Charlie scrunched his nose and shook his head.

“Maybe, if you are into foreign films,” Y/N tilted her head confused at his answer, “It’s in French.”

“You learned how to speak in French for the movie?” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows together when Charlie started laughing.

“I grew up speaking French and English,” he explained with a soft smile, “I’m French Canadian.”

“That makes a lot more sense now,” she laughed off her embarrassment, “I’m gonna blame the fact that I woke up early today. I’m not this dumb, I swear.”

“Don’t worry,” he said and the smile faded just enough for her to notice his intense stare, “I thought it was cute.”

She bit her lip at his words and tried to look away from the screen, but Charlie’s eye contact felt as if he was looking right into her soul and she couldn’t break that connection even if she wanted to. And she definitely didn’t want to do that.

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#charlie gillespie x reader #charlie gillespie x y/n #charlie gillespie one shot #charlie gillespie fanfic #charlie gillespie imagine #charlie gillespie fanfiction #charlie gillespie fluff #jatp cast imagine #charlie gillespie

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peebeexd · 2 years

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Could you draw what you think would happen if Kirby inhaled a Dragon-type Pokemon?

holy fuck i am so sorry for the late response, i've been super busy with school and i've had a few injuries and completely forgot about this request bro im so sorry

anyways, there would be one of two things that i'd think would happen, either

kirby would gain features of the pokemon and get one of their moves (like in smash bros), or

kirby would get some ability that would relate to that specific pokemon, so in this case it'd be a dragon ability

i decided to go with 1 because i am really shit at drawing dragon-like things lol

#kirby #pokemon #dragon type pokemon #salamance #dont question why i chose salamance #zooby's art #zooby rambles

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galactic-magick · 4 years

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For You I’d Lose it All: Janus x Reader

Request: Holy fuckin shit #2 on your prompt list? With like a super romantic, serious poetic janus! Just lemme *grip chest* yearn!!!!

Summary: You and Janus take a walk through the city.

Words: 1100+

Warnings: a swear word, lots of yEaRn

Author’s Notes: I hope I delivered on the yearning haha. I feel like I made this too romantic to the point Janus is a tad OOC but hopefully it’s still alright lol

Taglist: @luluwinchester @nerve-ous-love @zarieslayer @amayaisokay

Janus isn’t one to play games, at least not with you.

Despite all the lies, despite all the tricks, you’ve never doubted his feelings for you.

Well, at the very least you know he feels something.

Neither of you have said it out loud, even though it’s obvious to everyone else. Roman has just about lost his mind watching you fall in love and never admit it. Logan and Virgil are annoyed with all the flirting. Patton and Remus are either oblivious or don’t care.

Maybe that would change today.

It’s late, and you’re walking with Janus through the city gripping his hand like he’s a part of you. You’re the only one he’ll allow to touch his hands, either gloved or bare. It’s a symbol of his trust in you and vulnerability, and you don’t dare take it for granted.

He looks so peaceful at night. The city lights and the moon reflect off his scales and cast shadows on his other features. His pitch black cape makes him intimidating and mysterious to everyone else but you.

As you walk deeper downtown, the busyness subsides. You’re past all the shops and clubs, far away from the apartments and factories. Abandoned buildings are scattered here and there, and a few closed restaurants.

Janus stops in front of one, his gaze falling to the locks and sign on the door.

“Closed for remodeling” it says. You’ve been here with him before. It has incredible food, but you can understand why they’re renovating. It was built decades ago originally and the décor is incredibly outdated. Not that you minded, but it probably bothered other customers.

The moment your eyes meet with Janus you know what he’s thinking. It isn’t the first time you’ve broken into somewhere. Surprisingly it’s never concerned you. Janus knows what he’s doing. He’s never cared about laws, and he’s very good at breaking them. You’ve never been caught once.

Well, except for that one time Remus came along, but that wasn’t Janus’s fault.

Janus picks the lock and disables the alarms, sneaking in with you following close behind.

He turns on a single lamp hanging above the bar counter, and it’s enough to lightly illuminate the room, but not enough to draw attention. The walls have been stripped of the old wallpaper and all the furniture is gone, and the floors have been redone. You’re sure it’ll look nice when it’s finished, but at the same time it looks nice now too. Something about the process, the broken parts and the boxes. The silence and stillness of being in such a large building alone.

Since there’s no chairs, Janus takes the initiative of lifting you up to sit on the counter and leaning against it next to you. All the bottles of fine wine and other drinks are gone from the shelves, otherwise he would’ve poured you something.

“Janus, I really think we might get caught this time,” you fiddle with your fingers. He never makes you anxious, but it’s dawned on you that you forgot to check if someone saw you go in.

“Yeah, of course we will,” he rolls his eyes. “Have you stopped believing in me after all this time?”

“Well no, but we weren’t exactly as alert as usual coming in,”

“I’m sure everyone saw us. I checked everywhere. We’re fine,”

You nod, sorry you asked. Of course he checked even though you didn’t.

Honestly, you just wanted to make stupid conversation to distract you from what you really wanted to say. You want your actions and all the times you’ve spent together to become words. You want to tell him how much he means to you as a friend and more. You want to slow dance with him across these fresh hardwood floors, wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him, race up to the upper floor and fall asleep gazing out the glass windows.

“I’ve never been a gambling man, Y/N,” Janus says, breaking the silence again and interrupting your thoughts.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not careless. I’m not reckless. I would never gamble with your safety or purposefully put you in harm’s way,” he looks at you, a genuine concern in his eyes. “You know that, right?”

You’re not sure what to say. Was he saying this because you doubted him?

To be fair, you never did. Not before now. You’ve always had such a deep trust in each other. He makes you feel safe, and his habit of lying has never put a damper on your relationship. You can tell what he means and when he’s being serious.

“I know you wouldn’t,” you reply. “I guess I just wonder sometimes what would happen if something went wrong,”

“You don’t have to wonder. It’s not like that already happened a few months ago, remember? When Remus almost put us all in jail?”

You laugh at the memory, “I guess so,”

“For you I’d lose it all, though,”

“What?”

“I’d lose everything for you if I had to, if it meant keeping you safe. I would’ve taken all three of our life sentences on myself if it came to it,”

Your jaw drops a bit. Yet another first of the night: you genuinely can’t tell if he’s lying right now or not.

“Shit,” he mutters after you give no response. “I’m trying to say I love you, but you’re totally missing the point. Nevermind,” he turns his head away from you.

“Janus, wait,” you gently graze your fingers across his face. “I love you too,”

You feel him smile against the pad of your thumb, “How dare you,”

“You think I shouldn’t?”

“No you definitely should have, it’s me that shouldn’t have fallen for you,”

His eyes tell you he means the opposite.

You hop down from the counter and grab his hands, slipping off his gloves so you can feel his skin. They’re a bit dry, especially his scaly side, but you don’t care. You weave your fingers between his and pull him away from the counter. He doesn’t say anything, but he follows your lead.

You sway back and forth and snake your arms around each other. It feels natural surprisingly, but you can’t complain.

“I’d lose it all for you too, you know,” you say, smirking up at him.

“No you wouldn’t,”

“Oh come on, Dee, you can’t just give me a mushy confession and expect me to not be mushy back,”

“Mushy?” he scoffs, almost offended. “I call that class. A simple manipulation tactic to get you to fall for me,”

“Mmmm,” you hum. “Well, it worked,”

“Of course it did,” he leans in, planting a soft kiss on your lips. “Did that work too?”

The only answer you give is pulling him back to you and kissing him again, letting everything you’ve ever felt all out at once.

#janus sanders #deceit sanders #sanders sides x reader #deceit sanders x reader #janus sanders x reader #ts janus #ts deceit

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yayeetsonny · 4 years

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Theatre Kid Problems~Chrislex x Baby Reader

DISCLAIMER: I am in no way shape or form a doctor pls don’t get mad at me lol. Okay, carry on.

Y/N PRO:

if you had asked me what my plans were at 9:00 o’clock at night on a Friday I would have told you that I would be at my “moms’” house, watching a movie. Not, in the hospital with my leg broken in 3 places, a broken arm, a cracked rib and stitches in my forehead, and having surgery done for a small brain bleed. Now you may be thinking, “how the hell did you manage to do all that?” Well... it all started when I was at rehearsal for the spring musical “Into the Woods” after school. We were painting sets and I was sent up on a high ladder to paint a “tube” like structure that was meant to be Rapunzel’s “tower” everything was fine until some knucklehead decided to kick a soccer ball INSIDE and it just so happened to come straight for me. But wait let me back up a few minutes to give you some background...

I was just minding my own business painting when things got a little chaotic.

“Hey Y/N!” My best friend shouted from across the room.

“Yeah?!” I yelled back expecting a reply but when there was none I just went about my business. The room got really loud all of the sudden but I paid no attention to it as that’s how it tends to be with theatre kids. We get rowdy and then settle down a few minutes later.

I vaguely remember someone telling some of the really rowdy boys to “Put the soccer ball away. It’s too risky kicking it around in here.”

Only to hear “Nah it’s all good, we’ll be careful.” In return. Oh how wrong they were. It only took another 2 minutes for shit to totally hit the fan. My best friend would later tell me that I was just “in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Turns out that if she hadn’t got distracted by a picture of a “super hot girl” I would not be in my current predicament. She was planning on having me help her get some stuff from her car taking me away from the place where the incident occurred. Anyways as I was painting I heard a sudden “woosh” sound and then it happened.

Someone yelled “Y/N watch out!” But it was too late, the ball came at me full force and hit me in the side of the head causing me to lose my balance and consciousness along with it and fall some really large number of feet to the stage below with a deafening thud. I was out for I don’t know how long but when I came to I was surrounded by a hoard of people who looked absolutely terrified.

“Christen and Alex are gonna kill us!”

“US?! They’re gonna kill you two! I told you to put the ball away!”

“Jesus Christ you assholes look what you did.”

“It was an accident!”

“Honest mistake!”

“Yeah, yeah who cares? Whose going to call her “moms’”?”

Everyone knew that Christen and Alex were extremely protective of me and were practically my mothers since I had no other family to care for me and I was their responsibility when on the road for games and camps and such. You see, I live in a group home in town, and I know you may be wondering why didn’t they just adopt me? I asked them not to. I didn’t want to burden them with having to take care of me full time.

“Well where is our director?”

“I don’t know she’s always disappearing.”

“I guess I’ll do it.” My best friend said. She then reached into my hoodie pocket and grabbed my phone unlocking it and scrolling through my contacts trying to find one of their numbers.

“Hang in there Y/N we’ve got you okay?”

“Should we like call 911?”

“You haven’t yet?!”

“Okayyyy so that’s a yes, on it!”

“What the hell happened?” I asked taking everyone by surprise.

“Dude you fell so hard.”

“You’re hurt pretty bad how do you not feel any of it?”

“What’re you talking about?” I looked down at my leg and realized I really shouldn’t have done that. I began to feel everything and well what happened next wasn’t pretty.... I began to cry loudly and the sight of my injuries caused me to turn and puke all over the stage. People scattered everywhere trying to get away from the disgusting puddle I had just created and in doing so only upset me further. I was aware of where I was but still discombobulated and confused as to how I ended up in so much pain.

“We’ve had an accident at Westview high school we need an ambulance right away.”

“Hi Christen?”

“Y/N?”

No it’s YBF/N, Y/N... she uh she’s hurt pretty bad. I’m sorry.”

“Oh my god. What happened?! What are her injuries?”

“She was hit in the head with a soccer ball and fell quite a few feet off a ladder. Well I uh actually have no idea, but it’s not good. We’ve called 911 and they’re on their way.”

“Oh my god okay I have to call Alex. You stay with her you understand me? Don’t leave her even for a second. Are you hurt? Are you okay?”

Yes ma’am. I promise I won’t leave her. No I’m not hurt. I’m okay I promise. Y/N is right here, would you like to talk to her?”

“Yes please.”

My best friend then put the phone by my ear so I could hear Chris talking.

“Hi baby, I’m right here. It’s okay, you’re gonna be okay. They’ve called for help and we’ll find out where you’re going and we’re gonna get on a flight and be there as soon as we can okay? I’ll call Alex and tell her to come home right now. I love you.”

“Chris?”

“Yes my love?”

“It hurts so much. I really just want to sleepppp.” I said getting drowsier as time went on.

“I know but it’s okay I promise. You have to stay awake okay? I know you’re sleepy but you can’t close your eyes, you have to promise you’ll stay awake. I’ve got to call Alex but I’ll see you soon okay?”

“Okay...promiseee. mommy? I love you.” I had never called her or Alex anything other than their names, and I didn’t even realize my slip up, but everyone around me did.

“I love you too.” And then the phone was taken back. She sounded like she was going to cry but was doing her best to hold it together.

“YBF/N listen to me, you have to try your very best to keep her awake. We don’t want her to sleep. Take care of her please.”

“I will. I promise. And Chris?”

“Yeah?”

“Congrats.” Y/BF said in response to me calling Chris my mom.

“Dude, they’re her moms? since when?.”

“No but they basically are, she loves them as if they were and they love her as if she were their kid.”

The ambulance got there and they were able to get me loaded into the vehicle quickly, before I knew it I woke up in a hospital bed surrounded by machines and I had all these wires attached to me.

“What the heck happened?” I said to myself, having no recollection of the previous events.

“Oh my god, you’re awake.” I heard a voice say quietly, I looked to my left to see my best friend sitting there looking distraught but relived to see me awake.

“Why am I here?” I asked hesitantly

“You fell off a ladder and got pretty banged up, you hit your head so hard you actually had a mini brain bleed that they had to fix, but you’re okay now.”

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah it was crazy. You scared all of us pretty bad.”

“Do Chris and Alex know?”

“Yeah, they’re on their way. They should be here any minute actually.”

Just as she said that they both came running into the room, looking disheveled and upset.

“Y/N. We’re here, We’re here baby. How’re you feeling?.” Alex said. Both her and Chris then came to sit right by the bed on opposite sides. Chris taking one of my hands in hers and Alex the other.

“I’m okay, I’ve been better.” I said Jokingly.

“You scared us. What were you doing on a ladder? You know how we feel about you climbing up on things.” Chris said sternly.

“I know I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, we’re just glad you’re okay.” Alex said running her hand through my hair.

“I’m glad you’re okay dude. I’m gonna head home but I’ll be back tomorrow.” my best friend said.

After she left the doctor came in to speak to Chris and Alex. (I signed some paper saying he could tell them what happened)

“As you know Y/N sastained some pretty serious injuries and will need to go through the full recovery process to heal properly. She did have a small brain bleed that we need to to repair but she shows no signs of cognitive deficits and should recover no problem. Her leg will need to be in a cast for at least 8 weeks, non-weight bearing, her rib should heal within 4-5 weeks, her arm will be in a cast for 6 weeks and the stitches in her forehead will be able to come out in about a week. Ane should be able to be discharged by Monday. Any questions?”

“No sir, thank you so much for helping her.” Christen thanked the doctor.

“Just doing my job. It was a pleasure to meet you all. Take care.” He shook their hands and left.

“You are gonna let us baby you, and take care of you until you’re better okay?.”

“What about the group home? Don’t I have to stay there? And what about school?” I asked anxiously

“We’ll figure everything out don’t worry.” Alex said kissing my forehead.

“I’m gonna call the girls to let them know you’re okay.” Chris then got up and left to make that call.

“look I know you said you didn’t want us to adopt you, but will you please think it over? Chris and I would love to be your parents and you wouldn’t have to go back to that crappy group home ever again.”

“Alex-”

“I know what you’re gonna say, but you are never and have never been a burden to us. Got it? Just think about it.”

“Okay I will.”

Christen came back after talking to the girls and said they all wished me well and hoped to see me soon. I was starting to drift off but was doing my best to stay awake.

“Go to sleep Y/N. We’ll be here when you wake up. We promise.” Chris said, rubbing my eyebrow gently as she knew that was the fastest way to get me to sleep.

“Yeah we’ll be right here. We love you.” Alex said softly continuing to run her hands through my hair.

I love you guys too.” I said as I finally drifted off, knowing I was safe with them and that they’d always be there for me.

THE END

(Again I am in no way shape or form a doctor, just roll with it.) This is unedited

*UPDATE: The book titled “New Beginnings” is up now, Go check out the Prologue. will be updated regularly! :)))

-N

#uswnt #uswnt imagines #chrislex imagines #chrislex #chrislex x baby reader #christen press #alex morgan #christen press imagine #alex morgan imagine #alex morgan imagines #christen press imagines #baby reader #x reader #y/n #hurt reader #uswnt moms

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singingunderthecurtain · 4 years

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God, Is That You? | 20190320

Author: @julietsoddeye Genre: Angst | Fluff | Fantasy AU Pairing: Xiumin x Female Reader (ft. Taeyong) Warning: Language | Mention of ONS

Plot: Dear Diary, hopefully this is just a dream because this is not how he said it should be!

A/N: This one is pretty long lol D:

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~A table, a very long one, ahead of you.

A grand flower centerpiece in the middle of it.

Layers of plates right to your front and millions of cutleries at the sides of said plates.

A lot of yummy-looking Chinese food is served, yet not a single strand of noodle is on your plate.

You noticed you are seated on one side of the “power seats”, in the middle. You look to your right and your department bosses are there with your immediate manager nearest you and on your left side sat your colleagues and, of course, Taeyong the closest.

Everyone seems to be in fun conversations, eating and drinking alcohol. But they do not make a sound. You can hear none of their cackles or the silverwares scratching the surface of the plates.

You tried picking on your ear and nothing happened. You called out to them and no one seems to hear you, yet you’re screaming bloody murder.

You tried standing up, but your butt is literally glued to the seat. You touched your behind and–holy shit!–you’re actually one with the gaddamn chair… —WAIT, no, your actual lower half IS the chair!!!

“WHAT IS HAPPENING, AAAAAAAAAAA!?!?!” you scream once again.

Are you deaf all of a sudden, but you can hear yourself… Or do you just hear yourself in your mind? AAAAAAAAA

“Dang, you don’t have to yell— Can you please pass the chili oil?”

You suddenly hear something other than yourself.

“What?!” you called out again.

“I said… Pass me the gad-dang chili oil!”

You crank your attention to the direction of the voice, on the other side of the table across from you. It looks like he is miles away but you can see him crisp and clear.

This… delicately ethereal-looking being has soft rosy hair, he’s wearing a creamy pink and white bomber jacket and a pair of cream pants. His–pinkiness–compliments his snowy skin.

Gosh, you haven’t seen such gracefulness in your life.

Wait, no, that’s a lie. Taeyong is handsome too. But /he/ is different...

“I can’t move, I’m a chair,” you said with a small voice.

“Haha, sorry about that!” he stood from his position and up in the chair he previously occupied.

The aura suddenly changed and beams of luminescence suddenly shone behind him as he ascended slowly into the air.

“HOLY FU—” you stopped yourself from cursing, noticing that no one is paying attention to what was happening to him but you.

“God, is that you?”

“Silly, I’m not God. I’m just…” he started with a laugh as he forwards closer to where you are, still floating in the air like a divine being, “Well, you can say I’m a guardian. Your guardian.” he continues when his bare feet touch the ground in front of you.

Looking behind him, everything and everyone is gone. Not Taeyong, not a single one in sight. You’re now in a field of pink rose petals, several butterflies of different shapes, colors, and sizes flying around the both of you.

You see you have your feet back, barefoot just like he is. You wiggle your toes and giggle when the flower petals tickle your pads. You’re wearing a sabrina-neckline amaranth lace ball gown, the hem just a few inches above your knees.

You look up from below and he is just a few feet away from you, smiling serenely, watching your every action. Gosh, his beautiful monolid eyes are much, much more appealing up close. He’s not reacting any more than him smiling, probably waiting for you to talk again first.

“So… You’re an angel???” you carefully ask, your eyes narrow at him, brows raised waiting for a response.

“Ah, you’re so adorable,” his cheeks bunched very cutely when he grinned and expressed his adoration.

“Uhh…”

“But to answer your question, no, I am not an Angel.” he grins once again.

You can totally see his gums, but it's so cute and his teeth are so cute and he's so cute. UWU

“BUT!!!” before you can even react he exclaims, “I will give you a gift.” He continued.

“A gi—”

He suddenly plunks his right pointer finger on your lips, stopping you from talking any further.

“Shh, shh, shh. Stop talking, you just listen, okay?” he widens his eyes at you and you have no other choice but to widen your eyes as well and bob your head as a reply.

“When you wake up, you will be in a much better time… Or at least the beginning of a better life for you. A life you always wanted.”

His hands are holding your shoulders tightly. Not tight to a point that it causes discomfort for you, but just tight enough for you to have a hint, a little taste, a tinge of his excitement. You smiled when his smile widened.

“But be careful of men… Some men.”

And just that, his elation dips. You dare not reply.

“Okay?” he asks and you just nod again.

“Okay.” and his smile is back.

“I am going to wake you up now, okay?” he slowly pushes you back and when he stops, his hands leave your shoulders and you can already feel the dreariness of his absence.

The cute, pink-haired angel, God, celestial being, guy—inhaled and then exhaled—before suddenly giving you a quick peck on the lips.~

As you opened your eyes, you thought, ‘holy crap!’

“When you wake up, you will be in a much better time… Or at least the beginning of a better life for you. A life you always wanted.”

Those words flutter in your mind. You can still hear a trace of his voice ringing in your ears.

And he kissed you, he said he will wake you up and then kissed you… And then you wake up, and…

“Damn,” you rub your eyes to wake yourself up and then grab your phone to check the date.

Of course, it’s still the twentieth. It was just a weird dream. Did you honestly believe that?

Although, last night, talking with that guy from that dating app definitely took your boredom away.

You messaged each other nonstop for three hours straight, no joke. If you haven’t fallen asleep, you probably have texted longer.

He sent you pictures of his cat and you sent him pictures of your plants. He said he wanted to start taking care of plants too, but he’s suddenly become busy with the family business.

Something about his dad wanting to suddenly retire and wanting XiuMin to take over as soon as they possibly can handover everything. You forgot to ask what business it was, but it’s probably a restaurant or a cafe of sorts ‘cause he said he and his dad bond over food a lot.

In that span of three hours, each of you has shared a lot about the other and connected so well. You feel like you already know him just by those tiny details he shared.

Like that time he told you he was at the park drinking his afternoon coffee and some pigeon decided to invade his space, wanting to steal his pastry. He said he hates birds, but by the sound of his story in your mind, he’s probably afraid of them. Cute.

The thing though is, you don’t know what he looked like yet.

You never asked him what he looks like so he never bothered to ask you for selfies either. You do have pictures on your profile, but all of it has animals or cutie, kinda kiddie, filters that alter your face.

Well, that doesn’t matter, for now, you’re just bored. You’ll probably stop talking with this guy after you come back to work.

But when you woke up the next morning, you had about twenty messages from him. Two of which he realized you probably fell asleep as it was pretty late, but the rest are random things he asked your opinions about.

Of course, you replied. One apology for the non-reply from last night and then one answer for each thing he asked about. Gosh, you finally found it! The thing, or in this case a person, that will occupy you for the rest of your unwanted break from your routine.

BUZZ!

Wow, your shuttle food delivery is early. That’s kinda suspicious, but eh. You’re hungry now, just in time. You thoughtlessly open your door without peeking at your security monitor first and Taeyong’s face pops out.

“What are you…” you started.

“Doing here?” he chimed.

You finish each other's sandwiches, apparently.

Taeyong pushes in, carrying three bags of food. Wow, more food.

“You weren’t answering my texts and calls, I thought you died, dude.”

You told him you were embarrassed by what happened. By your temporary termination. He said it’s nothing to be ashamed of, it’s ‘part of growing up’, like what he usually says to you about, well, almost everything. Which kind of makes sense a lot, weirdly.

Not like you have control over what the management decides on, he said. And you agree. You don’t even know why you previously felt that way, especially with Taeyong? The Taeyong who has heard you burp like a man but still chooses to be your friend?

But he said it’s cool and he forgives you, he said that very smugly when you didn’t even ask for forgiveness. You roll your eyes at him and playfully hit his shoulder.

You both spent the rest of the night eating and playing your favorite game on your console.

And right after your head hits your pillow, you realize you completely ghosted XiuMin for hours!!!

You quickly type a small sorry and explanation as to why you were M.I.A all day, which you know is not necessary, but you wanna do it cuz you enjoy talking with him and don’t want to make him feel like you’re finally done with him, or whatever.

Not bothering to wait for a reply, you instantly fell asleep.

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WEDNESDAY | 20190320 — 3 things happened: 1. Had a super weird dream. 2. Met this XiuMin guy on Thunder last night and we connected??? 3. Taeyong visited me.

WTF OwO

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makeste · 4 years

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BnHA Chapter 300: Days of Our Todorokis

Previously on BnHA: Hawks was all “hey Jeanist, wanna go on a road trip with me to my mom’s house?” Jeanist was all “you know it,” and so they hopped into Jeanist’s jercedes and took off. Hawks took a nap and had a flashback to his Dickensian childhood living in a abject poverty with his jerk mom and jerk dad, thinking heroes were make-believe until one day Endeavor arrested his dad and Baby Hawks was all “OH SHIT.” And then he saved a bunch of people, and the HPSC was all “what do we have here,” and blah blah blah, you know the rest. Back in the present, Hawks was all “well my life is currently in shambles, but on the plus side there’s no one bossing me around anymore so that’s pretty cool,” and then decided he was going to talk to Endeavor. Fandom was all “I can’t believe Hawks would side with his childhood hero over the man who burned his wings off and posted a video calling him a violent murderer who took after his abusive dad,” so that was fun and stuff. I can’t wait to see what piping fresh takes this new chapter will bring.

Today on BnHA: Our old friend Carbonation Carl tries to loot a Starbucks and gets his ass kicked by a senior citizen. Society is all “YEAH, WE’RE REALLY STARTING TO GET SICK OF THIS SHIT.” Old Man Samurai is all “this room won’t stop me because I can’t read it” and abruptly decides to retire, which, fun fact, is literally THE LEAST HELPFUL THING ANYONE HAS EVER DONE. Anyway so then a bunch of other punkasses follow suit, and while I won’t say that I’m actually starting to root for Stain to kill some peeps, just for the record I’m not not saying that either. Back in the hospital, Endeavor cries some tears because his life sucks, and then is confronted by his entire family, LED BY QUEEN REI, FIRST OF HER NAME, BACK IN BUSINESS AND LARGE AND IN CHARGE. Rei is all “fuck feeling sorry for yourself, we have a rogue Murder Son on the loose” and I swear to god I have never felt so alive.

so here we go! and just for the record, even though the last two chapters have been phenomenal, I don’t necessarily have any sky-high expectations for chapter 300, mostly because chapters 100 and 200 consisted of Mei Boobs, and Toadette and her horrific quirk lmao. so go ahead Horikoshi, what are you gonna pull out of your hat for this one

oh, back to this stuff again. sob

I guess there was only so much time we could spend having hospital antics and exploring Hawks’s past before we got back to dealing with the whole “the world has gone to absolute shit” issue huh, lol

omg

what’s with these bizarrely cute Noumus. why do I want to pet them

so the narrative text is going on about how people have been super paranoid about the Noumu ever since the USJ incident a year ago. so yeah, I guess the fact that there are now a bunch of them confirmed to be running around is really freaking people out even on top of everything else

wtf is happening here

what did this poor lil glass ever do to anyone. r.i.p.

OH MY FUCKING GOD

SODA SAM IS BACK ON THE LAM

tsk tsk tsk. my man has graduated from snatching purses to raiding cafes. going after that big money. this man has no business sense whatsoever lmao

OH BUT WATCH IT NOW!!

OH SNAP THE PEOPLE ARE FIGHTING BACK. WHATCHA GONNA DO NOW SAM

THIS MAN IS 172 YEARS OLD AND HE’S NOT HERE TO PLAY GAMES!!

WTF IS HE LIGHTING THIS THING ON FIRE OR SOME SHIT. GETTEM GRANDPA YEAHHHH HE’S CHARGING AT EM YEAHHHHHH

lmao so that was fun. and now we’re cutting to Wash!! omg. look at him

he’s so dedicated. too bad you don’t have a car like Best Jeanist. probably takes a while when you’re just running everywhere

you see?? you were too slow!!

NOOOO, GRANDPA. he defeated Pepsi Pete, but lost his life in the process. this is too tragic

anyway so the good news is that the cafe has been saved! but the bad news is, there really isn’t much of a cafe left. huh. I guess that’s one of the reasons why people are supposed to get a license to use their quirks like this

oh snap and now everyone is coming outside, and they’re none too happy to see poor old Wash over here

seriously Wash, get a bicycle or something. also the way this guy is gesturing so dramatically with his hand in this sort of “YOU SEE!! YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS!!” manner is sending me

OH MY GOD

HE SPEAKS. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS. IT MEANS JEANS PUNS ARE YESTERDAY’S NEWS, FOLKS!! MAKE WAY FOR THE LAUNDRY PUNS. CAN’T WAIT TO WATCH THIS ALL... UNFOLD

“the heroes had dwindled away” okay real talk you guys, it is literally only a matter of time before they press-gang the children into picking up their slack. I still don’t know how to feel about that, but it is happening one way or the other regardless. Child Soldiers 2 Electric Boogaloo. wonder if we’ll see a rise in vigilante action as well

OHO WHAT’S THIS? THIS IS A CHAPTER OF GRANDPAS HUH

-- no fucking way

WOW. WOW. WOWWWWWW

wow. so he didn’t do a fucking thing while the rest of the top ten were being turned into red mist in the previous arc, and now that it’s all over and they need his help more than ever, he decides... THAT IT’S TIME TO RETIRE. holy shit. “fuck you” doesn’t even begin to cover it my guy. you stand there and soak up those boos you coward

ohhhhhhh shiiiiit you guys. oh shit

the “I am not here” breaks my fucking heart for real though y’all. oh man. everything he worked for is gone just like that

(ETA: okay so a couple of the takes I’ve seen on this make it seem like All Might is somehow the bad guy here?? “this is what happens when society puts a bunch of glorified cops on a pedestal”, “finally the cracks in hero society are showing”, etc. etc. so, just a friendly reminder that this isn’t happening because of too much trust and a lack of critical thinking; this is happening because the villains killed all the heroes and broke a bunch of murderers out of jail. it’s happening because an organized league of terrorists succeeded in terrorizing, and so society is now understandably awash in fear and panic. like, it’s just wild to me that AFO is RIGHT FUCKING THERE, and yet week after week fandom still has their “IT’S ALL THE HEROES’ FAULT” signs still up on their lawns. BUT WHATEVER, MOVING ON.)

also though, so exactly how much time is passing here now? I wanted to go straight back to the hospital and see what happens with Deku and the Todorokis. please don’t tell me we’re jumping ahead sob. my aaaaangst

OH SHIT

STAIN. LISTEN UP BUDDY. I KNOW WE’VE HAD OUR DIFFERENCES, AND I STILL DESPISE YOU FOR CRIPPLING TENSEI AND TRYING TO KILL MY BEST BOY TENYA. BUT AS IT HAPPENS, THERE ARE ONE OR TWO OTHER HEROES OUT THERE NOW WHO I WOULDN’T MIND YOU PAYING A VISIT I’M JUST SAYING

LOL BUT IT ACTUALLY ISN’T THIS MAN, FFFFFF

sob. yeah I was talking about Old Man Samurai actually but YEAH. HEY THERE ENJI

also is this entire hospital actually run by characters from Super Mario Bros though. first Yoshi and now this guy, come the fuck on that is not a coincidence

lmao they stuck him in another one of these cavernous creepy hospital rooms

wtf is it with Horikoshi and these giant fucking rooms lately. Kacchan’s in chapter 298, then Tomie’s colossal house furnished with like one table and a TV, and now this. and the weirdest thing about it though is that “huge space with nothing to fill it up” is like the exact opposite of what you’ll usually find in Japanese homes lol

so now Enji is just sitting there thinking things like “my head is fuzzy” and “I’m alive” lmao okay. not quite all there yet, huh. I’ll give you a minute

I’m so fucking curious as to who his first visitor is going to be omg. either way it’s going to be interesting af, and either way fandom is probably going to feel some way about it but OH WELL

okay now his thoughts are getting more coherent! and he’s remembering Touya, and feeling regret for freezing up and forcing Shouto to deal with everything instead

!!! OH HERE GOES BRACE YOURSELVES Y’ALL IT’S ABOUT TO GET SPICY

NO TOUYA PLEASE DON’T CRY HONEY NO PLEASE

ohhhhhhh man

okay, I mean I didn’t expect you to, but so instead then you’re just going to do... what? lie there and wallow in regret and self-pity for the rest of your life? son you know that’s not how we deal with our problems here in Shounen

though also, I totally do get it though. honestly, thinking on it, I probably would have been disappointed with any other response. but so this is where the rest of his family (including his adopted son) come into play now though, because like it or not they’re all in this thing together. and so friends, I am once again asking you WHO IS GOING TO BE THE ONE TO VISIT ENJI FIRST

AHHHHHHH

KRANCH!!!! OMG AND THE OTHERS ARE SO TINY NEXT TO HIM THAT I ALMOST DIDN’T SEE THEM AT FIRST. IT’S BECAUSE THEY’RE TWENTY MILES AWAY ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THIS REGULATION HOCKEY RINK OF A ROOM

holy shit I’m so excited lkjlklhlglkasdsjldfk

SDKFJLSKHLKJL

the way she has him by his collar lmaoooo. “lol nah you’re not going anywhere pal.” damn straight, siblings have to be ride or die in situations like this. banding together for survival. strength in numbers

OH MY STARS I’M JUST WARNING YOU NOW THAT I’M ABOUT TO DISSECT EVERY LAST REMAINING PANEL OF THIS CHAPTER PROBABLY YOU GUYS. WE COULD BE HERE A WHILE

love how Fuyu has absolutely no idea how to segue into THE SINGLE MOST AWKWARD CONVERSATION SHE’S EVER HAD, so she just GOES FOR IT in pure small talk mode like they’re meeting up for brunch somewhere

I KNOW IT’S A SMALL THING, BUT I APPRECIATE THAT THE FIRST THING ENJI ASKS IS WHETHER THEY’RE OKAY

lastly while I can’t wait for more of this delicious Natsu angst, I also just have to say that Enji has as much reason to cry right now as anyone on the planet. you can’t deny that being confronted by your not-dead-but-you-thought-he-was-dead son who’s all “SURPRISE DAD I GREW UP TO BE A MASS MURDERER AND I HATE YOU AND EVERYTHING IS ALL YOUR FAULT AND NOW I’M GONNA MAIM YOUR OTHER KID” with a side order of “EVERYONE HATES YOU AND SOCIETY IS CRUMBLING AND NOTHING WILL EVER BE GOOD EVER AGAIN” is enough to bum pretty much anyone out. there’s a Pagliacci the Clown joke here somewhere. BUT DOCTOR, I AM THE NUMBER ONE HERO

oh man lol he is seriously falling apart

damn. like you guys, I’m sorry, go ahead and cancel me, but I do feel compassion for the man. it’s therapeutic for me to see an abuser actually feel remorse and be truly sorry and want to change and want to make it up to his family. and it’s also compelling as fuck to read a narrative about a family that’s trying to grapple with that, because let me tell you straight up, as someone who’s done a version of that song and dance -- it is exhausting. it is a piping hot mess. it’s a gigantic mishmosh of extremely volatile emotions that all somehow all contradict one another. love, hurt, hope, anger, betrayal, resentment, attachment, longing. it’s something you can both be desperate for and also want nothing at all to do with. and attempting to portray all of that and write about it is a monumental task, and one which Horikoshi has done so, so delicately thus far, and damn but I appreciate it. anyway, so I’m here and I’m ready for my latest helping of Todoroki Fam Feels you guys

GASP

oh man. OHMANOHMANOHMAN. CAN IT REALLY BE. IS THIS THE REDEMPTION ARC OF CHAPTERS 100 AND 200???

LMAO SHE’S ALL “WE ALL FEEL BAD YOU JACKASS STOP CRYING ABOUT IT”

LAY INTO HIM REI!! SORRY ENJI YOUR PITY PARTY HAS BEEN CANCELLED IN FAVOR OF A “SO WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT” PARTY COURTESY OF QUEEN ELSA OVER HERE. THE PEOPLE TOOK A VOTE AND WE WANT LESS WHINING AND MORE ACTION

oh my god look at this lady folks

NOTE THE HAIR BLOWING IN THE NONEXISTENT WIND. NOW WE KNOW WHERE SHOUTO GOT THIS POWER FROM

(ETA: btw guys, seeing Rei handle this crisis like an absolute champ despite everything she’s been through is everything, though. I’m reminded of Hawks’s line last week about people sometimes unexpectedly finding liberation when they’re backed into a corner. like things may be shit but goddammit her kiddos need her.)

THE CHAPTER IS ALREADY ENDING SOB, IT’S ONLY A 17-PAGER THIS WEEK, BUT GODDAMN WHAT A WAY TO CLOSE

oh my god. oh my god oh my god. AND FUCK YOU HORIKOSHI FOR CUTTING IT OFF THERE sob. it’s like each week the wait for the next chapter becomes more painful. the Todofam is about to get real, and on top of that Hawks is gonna crash the party at some point down the line, and on top of that we’re still waiting for Kacchan to have his own heartfelt discussion about What The Fuck Are We Supposed To Do Next with his best friend who’s currently in a coma. all I want to do with my life is read about these three things, and all I can do is simply wait as they are portioned out in agonizing, addicting little installments every week

anyway! tune in next time as we answer the question of whether or not fandom will finally run its train of logic all the way through to its natural conclusion and somehow manage to cancel Noted Abuse Apologist Todoroki Fucking Rei. don’t act like it can’t happen. you all know nothing is sacred lol. anyways but I’m ready for anything lol, bring it

#bnha 300 #endeavor #todoroki enji #todoroki shouto #todoroki rei #all them todorokis #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #I can't believe I've done 300 of these now lol #think I'm gonna finally have to update the post index again

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imaginesofruneterra · 5 years

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Ezreal x Reader: Friends to Lovers & Confession Headcanons

Anonymous asked: If I may, can I request Ezreal x Reader headcanons as Friends to Lovers and how do they confess to the other?

[Sure! Ezreal is one of my personal faves, so this is pretty self indulgent, lol. Also, sorry for the wait, I’ve just had a lot of homework lately!]

How you met:

The City of Progress was just how you'd imagined it--a wondrous haven of invention, innovation, and passion. Sure, the streets weren't actually paved with gold and silver, but they were still a sight to behold.

You'd always dreamed of opening your very own bookstore, and what better place to do so than Piltover? It was practically swarming with hardworking merchants and avid readers such as yourself.

Things were looking up. Runeterra was your oyster...but first, you had unpacking to do.

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'Shit, shit, shit!' Ezreal groaned to himself as he skidded around another corner. For the first time in months, he was faced with a problem that he couldn't just blast away with magic.

“Get back here, young man! I’m not finished with you!” cried a nasally voice from behind him.

Ezreal had to give the old guy some props. For someone who spent all damn day in his study, his uncle was in surprisingly good shape--not to mention the fact that he was currently fueled by his passionate, unbridled rage. Ezreal knew he’d get over it, though--he just needed some time to cool off. And so, he decided that a cheeky little detour was in order. He was great at making those.

Ez drew in a sharp breath. He felt his gauntlet hum with the buzzing of bright, arcane power. He squeezed his eyes shut, and the next thing he knew, he was surrounded by piles and piles of books, all haphazardly strewn on the floor.

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You jolted. A customer?! You weren’t even open, and you could’ve sworn you’d locked the front door!

The blond stranger hadn’t seemed to notice you yet. He was too busy fixing his soft-looking hair in the reflection of your store’s big, glass windows.

You cleared your throat and gave him a small, sheepish smile, saying, “Hi, I didn’t hear you come in! Sorry about the mess...I’m still trying to get all this stuff sorted, straightened, and shelved.”

“Oh, hey!” he replied. “Didn’t mean to barge in. I just need to lay low for a while.”

You furrowed your brows. "You a criminal or something?"

The boy simply laughed in response.

"I'll have you know that the only crime I'm guilty of is being super devilishly handsome. Well, that and grave-robbing, but yeah. Details, details. Just...please don’t call the sheriff on me."

You were dumbfounded. Grave-robbing? This scrawny guy? You couldn’t believe it--well, not until you recognized the powerful relic he wielded.

"Holy shit, is that one of the gauntlets of Ne'Zuk?" you exclaimed, grabbing onto his arm.

"Good eye!” he said. “Looks like someone's done their homework." You hoped he didn’t notice your blush.

"So why’ve you got it? An artifact this rare belongs in a public museum!"

“There's an unspoken law in archaeology: finders, keepers. And I found it myself--fair and square.”

"I should really go report you, but I have way too much on my plate. Guess there's always tomorrow." You were bluffing, of course, but the stranger didn't seem to catch on.

"Hey, now! Let's not get ahead of ourselves!" he said, his voice cracking a bit. "How 'bout...I help you get organized? Yeah! I'll help clean--then we're even. Sound good?”

Free labor? Hell yeah!

“It’s a deal,” you replied. “So, here’s where we put all the novels...”

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You spent hours chatting with your cocky companion as the two of you shelved books together. You learned his name--Ezreal--and why he was hiding--to avoid being lectured by his uncle, the esteemed Professor Lymere. Apparently, Ez had been using Lymere’s money to fund his expeditions...again.

And yet, despite his questionable lifestyle choices, you were captivated by the explorer. He was charming, and funny, and made for some really good company, if you were being honest.

Ez told you of his travels--from the sands of Shurima, to the bitter blizzards of the Freljord. You suspected that he'd fudged quite a few of the details, but his tales were entertaining nonetheless. They filled you with awe, and made work go by faster. You couldn’t help but want to hear more.

And so, you decided to treat your new friend to a meal, and the rest is history.

General headcanons:

Ez tries to sweet-talk people into buying your books. He claims they're the best in the world. It really only works about half of the time, but his failed attempts are rather amusing.

He sees you as his partner in--completely metaphorical--crime. Nothing to see here, Sheriff Caitlyn...

The two of you love to geek out over ancient myths and cultures. Legends never die! And neither do the heated conversations you have--ones that bring a vibrant sparkle to your eyes.

Ezreal is actually a pretty good artist, which comes in handy during his travels. He has tons of sketches of temples and tombs...and secretly, some of you, too!

Confession headcanons:

You hummed to yourself as you helped Ezreal pack his bags for his trip to Ionia. It was bittersweet--though you were happy for him, you had no idea when he’d return. Maybe it was selfish...but part of you wished he would stay. You hid it with a smile.

“Are ya gonna take me along someday, Ez?” you joked, nudging him in the side.

He stiffened. “Whenever you want,” he replied.

Well that was unexpected. “You’re serious?”

“Huh? Y-yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Whenever I ask that, you always say no ‘cause you think it’s too risky for me!”

“It’s just that...if something bad happened to you, I would never, ever, ever forgive myself,” Ez explained, wincing at the ominous thought. “But...I’d be lying if I said I haven’t pictured us traveling the world, side by side.”

You were stunned speechless. He...really said that? And he meant it? God, this was too much.

“W-what are you saying?” you stammered.

“I like you!” he blurted.

You almost passed out.

"When I was a kid, my dad always told me, 'True explorers follow the compass in their heart.' I...didn't really get what he meant at the time, but now...I know it led me to you."

He took your hands in his, then drew you into a hug. You clung onto him for dear life.

“I like you too, dummy!” you cried in his ear. “So you better not leave me behind!”

He chuckled. “I wouldn’t. You’re special to me.” He pulled you even closer to him.

“I’ve seen a lot of priceless artifacts in my time, but you’re the greatest treasure of all.”

#league of legends #league of legends headcanons #headcanons #scenarios #league of legends imagines #imagines #ezreal #lol ezreal #ezreal x reader #champion x reader #reader insert #friends to lovers #sfw #imaginesofruneterra

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calpalirwin · 5 years

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Phone Screens

Summary: Online relationships don’t make the feelings any less real

A/N: Wanted to try my hand at a dialogue heavy piece. Let me know how I did.

Content: Friends to lovers? I dunno.

Word Count: 3.3k

And away, and away we go!

drumming_heartbeats: Hey…

jetblackrose: Hi!

drumming_heartbeats: Saw your post about how you met Ashton. That musta been cool, yeah?

jetblackrose: Oh, it was hella cool! I was like super fuckin nervous and he was so chill about it. Honestly probably shouldn’t have fangirled as hard as I did lol.

drumming_heartbeats: Lol, why do you say that?

jetblackrose: I’ve only been a fan for like less than a year lol. I know people have been a fan for years and still haven’t gotten the chance to meet him, or any of the other members so yeah. Feel like I haven’t done my time yet or something. It’s stupid.

drumming_heartbeats: Nah, that’s not stupid. That’s actually really cool. Your picture with him is fucking adorable btw.

jetblackrose: Aw thanks, lovely! How’d you become a 5sos fan? Assuming you are one?

drumming_heartbeats: Lol! My friend got me into them. But yeah, been a fan for awhile. I’m Tom btw.

jetblackrose: Ooo a boy fan! Sick! Nice to meet ya Tom. I’m Gen.

drumming_heartbeats: Shocking I know, but us guy fans do exist, lol. So I take it from the looks of your blog Ash is your favorite?

jetblackrose: I mean… I love them all equally for different reasons. But yeah, Ash is my fav. Something about that cheeky lil grin he does. And he’s so… I dunno, more mindful than the rest? Like they’re all dorks, don’t get me wrong. But he also gives off an old soul vibe I really connect with too if that makes sense.

jetblackrose: Lol, sorry for rambling.

drumming_heartbeats: Nah, it’s cute. And I totally get it. He definitely does seem to have that wisdom that comes from going through some heavy shit.

jetblackrose: Rightfully so. I mean, he seems pretty open about the shit he’s gone through. And the fact that it’s only seemed to make him a kinder person is part of why I love him so much.

drumming_heartbeats: Yeah. Like it’s very easy to let the demons win and give into the bitterness of it all. But he seems like a happy dude, so good for him.

jetblackrose: Good for him indeed! Like all I want in life is for that man to be happy. Like, we all deserve that, but him especially. God, that sounds dumb doesn’t it? That I can feel so attached to someone I maybe talked to for like 5 minutes. Like I know realistically he will probably never recall our encounter or think twice about it. But that doesn’t mean I can’t wish him happiness all the same I suppose. Sorry… rambling again.

drumming_heartbeats: Nah, that’s not dumb at all. If anything I think it shows how caring of a person you are. Which the world could use a lot more of.

jetblackrose: Lol, thanks! You’re sweet to think that. But it’s definitely dumb lol.

drumming_heartbeats: Not even the slightest. Fuck, I’m about to pass out. Talk later?

jetblackrose: You know where to find me. Night-o!

~~~

jetblackrose: Hey, Tom?

drumming_heartbeats: Yeah?

jetblackrose: Probably a dumb question but where do you live? I feel like I keep you up hella late.

drumming_heartbeats: I live in LA.

jetblackrose: Shit, no way?!

drumming_heartbeats: Yeah, lol. I mean, I travel a lot for work but yeah. LA’s home.

jetblackrose: Oh that’s awesome! Are you traveling now?

drumming_heartbeats: Nah, I’m home for the time being. Resting up. Gonna be a busy year.

jetblackrose: Yeah? Hopefully good busy.

drumming_heartbeats: Oh, yeah. It’s always good busy. Hey, did you see the new stuff 5sos put up?

jetblackrose: Yes! Holy shit! Are they TRYING to kill their fans or what?!

drumming_heartbeats: Lmao right? Like fuck, bruh…

jetblackrose: More like fuck me please, lmao! Quick question! And you don’t have to answer if this is way too personal. But are you gay?

drumming_heartbeats: No? I mean, I don’t have a fragile male ego. I can freely admit that men are handsome. But I’m not like… I dunno. If anything I’d probably say I’m bi. I just… labels are confusing.

jetblackrose: Yeah, I feel you on that. Like I just love who I love. I don’t feel the need to explain it much beyond that.

drumming_heartbeats: Exactly! I mean, but I’ve only ever had female partners so… the assumption is straight I suppose.

jetblackrose: I’ve only had male partners. Well, I’ve kissed girls. But I’ve only ever dated dudes.

drumming_heartbeats: Oh, I bet your bf loves that, huh?

jetblackrose: I wouldn’t know. I frequently had my attraction to women from the dudes I date so I don’t get the creeps.

drumming_heartbeats: So no bf…?

jetblackrose: Lol, that’s what you get out of that? You’re such a dude! But nope. No bf.

drumming_heartbeats: Damn, that sucks.

jetblackrose: Why do you have a gf?

drumming_heartbeats: No. I did. But we broke up like a few months ago.

jetblackrose: Aw, sorry to hear that.

drumming_heartbeats: Lol, I think you’re the first person to say that. Normally people are sorry to hear I’m IN a relationship, not out of one.

jetblackrose: Wtf? That’s so dumb, lol. You’re my friend, Tom. I want you to be happy.

drumming_heartbeats: Aw, I’m your friend?

jetblackrose: Yes…? I mean, we’ve talked all day every day for like what? A month? I swear I talk more with you than my real life friends lol.

drumming_heartbeats: Aw, that’s so cute! You’re my friend too, btw. If that wasn’t obvious. I really like talking with you.

jetblackrose: I really like talking with you too! Like, I know it’s probably really stupid to say, but I never really got how people can become friends online. Like how can you feel connected to someone you never actually met, you know? But talking with you, I get it. I’m glad you messaged me.

drumming_heartbeats: Aw, Gen baby, you’re gonna make me blush! That’s so fuckin’ cute. I’m glad I messaged you too. You feel more real to me than the friends I actually see lol.

jetblackrose: Looks like we’re both gonna make the other blush… Dude! Honestly, I think it’s because we can only talk. Like, we can’t actually see each other, so we have to rely on these messages. And it’s a lot easier for me to not be shy when I message someone. Because I can delete what sounds stupid!

drumming_heartbeats: Lmao! Nothing you say could ever be stupid.

jetblackrose: You say that now… Trust me though, in person I’m a fuckin nervous idiot. Like I talk too fast or not at all.

drumming_heartbeats: I bet you’re fuckin cute in person.

jetblackrose: Lmao, are you hitting on me?

drumming_heartbeats: Too much?

jetblackrose: Nah, lol. I don’t scare easy. I just bet you’re way cuter.

drumming_heartbeats: Not even! Have you SEEN your face?

jetblackrose: You mean this face? *picture*

drumming_heartbeats: Damn, baby!

jetblackrose: Fuck… is it really dumb of me to like you calling me “baby” so much?

drumming_heartbeats: I mean… I don’t think so? Like, I would hope it doesn’t bother you.

jetblackrose: No, it doesn’t bother me. I like it.

drumming_heartbeats: Cool! Cuz I like calling you that.

~~~

drumming_heartbeats: Is this your king? *picture*

jetblackrose: My brain literally went “oh daddy”... I DON”T EVEN HAVE A DADDY KINK! Ashton Irwin is going to be the death of me, watch. On my tombstone it’ll read “Gen. Killed by Ash’s hotness”

drumming_heartbeats: Omg lol!

jetblackrose: Too dramatic?

drumming_heartbeats: I mean…? Maybe?

jetblackrose: Maybe? Nah. What would be dramatic would be me saying how badly I want those arms of his wrapped around me. Like cuddling me. Choking me. I don’t even care. But those hands? I needs them on me!

drumming_heartbeats: You’re right. That would be dramatic lol.

jetblackrose: Like fuck… I bet those are the most restless set of hands. Like he’s a drummer. So like he’s probably constantly moving his fingers. Is it too much to ask that he moves those fingers across my skin? Like… bruh…

drumming_heartbeats: Omg, I love you dude.

jetblackrose: You what…?

drumming_heartbeats: Shit… I mean like… uh…

jetblackrose: Tom, relax. I love you too.

drumming_heartbeats: Shit, for real?

jetblackrose: Yeah. And… that kinda scares me? Like I don’t actually know you. I mean, I know you. We’ve talked every day for the past 3 months. But… I didn’t think I could ever feel this strongly for someone I’ve never physically met. Like, granted, it’s a very strong friendship love. But, I… I dunno if I should admit this… fuck it. I think I could actually love you. Like in a romantic way. Hell, I think I already do.

drumming_heartbeats: Omg, you’re the fuckin cutest!

jetblackrose: I promise I’m not lol. I just… fuck dude, I dunno. I just love you, alright? And it fuckin blows my mind that we live in the same area basically and haven’t met. Because I really wanna fuckin meet you. But also not. Cuz like I don’t want to ruin this. And that’s such a fuckin cop out response. But like I am genuinely terrified that if we met you won’t like what you see.

drumming_heartbeats: Why wouldn’t I like what I see?

jetblackrose: Because I can send you a message without stuttering like a damn fool. I can stare at my phone until I find the perfect way to phrase things. I can’t do that in person. In person I’ll probably just stare blankly at you and make weird sounds.

drumming_heartbeats: I would still love you, Gen. I’m not much better. I’m probably worse lmao.

jetblackrose: You’re sweet to say that. But I’m a very what you see if what you get type. I’m either hyper, loud, and obnoxious or I’m closed off and shy. I fluctuate from wanting to go on all the adventures to wanting to stay curled up in bed all day. It’s why I end up with failed relationships. No one can handle the wild mood swings. Which is fine. I get it. It sucks. But I get wanting a partner who can navigate middle ground.

drumming_heartbeats: Well all those guys are idiots because that sounds fuckin perfect to me. Like I’m a busy guy. And as much as I’m down for adventures, I’m also down to just do fuckin nothing. Like just being with the girl is good enough, you get me? An adventure can be as easy as building a fort and watching movies all day.

jetblackrose: YES! Like fuck, that’s all I want. Someone who gets it. Someone like you.

drumming_heartbeats: Good thing you have me then.

jetblackrose: Good fuckin thing indeed! God, I’m so glad you messaged me.

drumming_heartbeats: Me too.

~~~

jetblackrose: Fuck, I’m so stressed!

drumming_heartbeats: Aw, what’s wrong baby?

jetblackrose: Just lack of motivation. Like I need a mental health day. Only there’s too much to do that I can’t actually do that. Like if I could pause time, that’d be fuckin great.

drumming_heartbeats: Aw, sorry baby.

jetblackrose: It’s my own dumb fault. I know I have to get stuff done and I just… feel so uninspired I guess? Like I don’t want to do work. I want to do things that bring me joy.

drumming_heartbeats: Like Ashton lmao?

jetblackrose: Haha, very funny. But yes. And no. Like fuck I just wanna talk with you all day and bingewatch tv shows.

drumming_heartbeats: Yeah, I get that. But you’ll get through this. You’re strong. Love you, baby.

jetblackrose: Aw! I love you too, baby! Fuck, I can’t wait for my vacation in a few weeks.

drumming_heartbeats: Going anywhere or just like a good chunk of time off from responsibilities?

jetblackrose: Just a good chunk of time off. If I go anywhere it’ll probably just be around here. See some friends. Maybe go to the beach to get some use of the new swimsuit I bought.

drumming_heartbeats: I’m your friend. Can you see me?

jetblackrose: You wanna see me? You want to experience all this awkward in real time? Are you feeling okay?

drumming_heartbeats: I’m serious lol. Why not? We’ve been friends for how long now?

jetblackrose: Like 6 months? Holy shit.

drumming_heartbeats: So is that a yes? Can we meet?

jetblackrose: I thought you’re traveling for work?

drumming_heartbeats: My job is sending me off in spurts lol. Like I’m actually coming home this week. And then I’ll be home for like a month.

jetblackrose: And you want to see me on your time off?

drumming_heartbeats: Why not? Don’t you want to meet me?

jetblackrose: Of course I want to meet you Tom! I love you, you goof. But I’m nervous.

drumming_heartbeats: Lol, why?

jetblackrose: Because I love you this much with having never seen your face or heard your voice. I don’t want to see you and then have to say goodbye. If I get the chance to actually be in your arms, I’m not gonna want to leave.

drumming_heartbeats: Lol, good. Cuz I don’t think I’ll let you go.

jetblackrose: Okay, seriously, I could not love you more. Like are you trying to make me a flustered idiot?

drumming_heartbeats: Is it working lol?

jetblackrose: Yes! Okay, can I ask you a question?

drumming_heartbeats: You can ask me anything.

jetblackrose: Would… fuck I dunno why I’m so nervous asking you this… It’s no secret that we clearly care for each other. It’s also no secret that we love each other. But… is this all in my head? Am I confessing all these feelings and you don’t actually feel the same way in return?

drumming_heartbeats: Gen, baby, I’m serious. I… I want to meet you because I think we can be more than this. More than what we are here through these messages. Not that I don’t love our conversations. Not that I don’t want to stop having them. Because I love talking with you. I wouldn’t trade this relationship we’ve built for anything. But I want to keep building it. And I want to meet you to do that. If you don’t want the same, that’s fine. But that’s where I’m at.

jetblackrose: No. I want to meet you too. I’m just scared.

drumming_heartbeats: Don’t be scared. I love you, Gen.

jetblackrose: I love you too, Tom.

~~~

Gen sat in her car, frowning. Seven months of talking and she was finally about to see Tom. They had agreed on going to the beach as they both felt relaxed by water. But she was nervous all the same. Not only was she seeing her best online friend she had admitted to having a massive crush on, he was also going to see a lot of her skin, as she couldn’t exactly hide under jeans and hoodies at the beach. Not that she wanted to hide from Tom. She was just scared. She flipped down the visor and checked herself over in the small mirror. Then, she took a deep breath to steady herself and got out of the car.

She walked along the pier, the ocean breeze stirring her hair and bringing forth a calm steadiness within her. She leaned her arms on the wooden banister and waited. Her nerves had caused her to arrive a half hour early.

The water swirling around beneath her was hypnotizing. She wasn’t aware of time passing until a voice was calling out, “Gen?” followed by a small tap on her shoulder.

She turned, a smile on her face, nervous flutters in her stomach. As her eyes scanned up at her friend, her mouth dropped open.

The man giggled, a dimple indenting his cheek. “Surprise?”

Her eyes flashed behind her sunglasses and then her hands were shoving his chest. “YOU LIAR!” she shouted at him, her voice shrill.

“Whoa,” he said, grabbing her hands as she continued to push him. “Hey, I didn’t lie!”

“Yes you did! You said your name was Tom!” She ripped her hands out of his grasp, her skin lighting up in memorization at his touch.

“Clever, eh?” he smirked.

“Clever?! Lying to me was clever?!”

“I didn’t lie!”

“You lied about who you were, Tom! What else did you lie about?!”

“Just my name. I promise. And you don’t have to keep calling me Tom.”

Her voice shot down to a barely audible whisper as she told him in a horrified tone, “If I don’t call you Tom, then this becomes real. Really real. And then I’m the lunatic who just shoved my favorite drummer from my favorite band while screaming that he was a liar. And… STOP SMIRKING, ASHTON!”

Ashton held up his hands defensively and took a step backwards. “Alright, alright! I’m sorry, okay?”

“Sorry about what? Sorry you lied to me? Or sorry I’m mad about it?”

“Sorry you’re mad about it. I had to lie.”

“No. No, you really didn’t.”

“Yes, I did.”

“BULLSHIT!”

“Do you see how you’re acting right now?! This is why I lied! Can you imagine if we had done this over messages?”

“I wouldn’t have believed you.”

“Exactly.”

“Your friend got you into 5sos… fucking… UGH!”

“Yeah, that was pretty clever wasn’t it?”

“I cannot FUCKING BELIEVE YOU!”

“Well, will you let me explain then?”

“Please. Wordsmith your way outta this one. Be my guest.”

“Okay,” he huffed, pushing his back hair out of his face. “I liked you the night of the party. When we actually met.”

“Oh, my God… my life is a fan fic…” Gen interrupted, eyes wide as her brain played catch up, still not believing this was actually real.

“I have to be careful, okay. It’s not that I wanted to lie to you about who I was. Not that I was. Everything I told you was real. My feelings are real.”

“Jesus, I said so many fuckin’ things to you. So. Many! I said you gave me a daddy kink! I said I wanted you to choke me! I said those things to someone I thought was a friend!”

“I am your friend!”

“No! You’re ASHTON FUCKIN’ IRWIN! And I’m… Gen,” she admitted, sadly. “I’m right where I was seven months ago. Meeting my idol and trying not to read too much into it. Only it’s worse. Because you’re aware of things I never would have told you had I known you were actually you. Please excuse me while I go die in a hole. Matter of fact, I’m just…” She walked towards the edge of the pier, placing her hands on the banister and pretended to lift herself up.

“Stop that,” Ashton scolded with a chuckle, pulling her off the railing and into his arms.

She froze, her body going rigid. “Let go of me.”

“No. I said if I got you in my arms I wouldn’t let go. And you said you wouldn’t want to leave. Now who’s the liar?”

“It’s still you by a fuckin’ mile!”

He let go but only to spin her around before his hands were gripping her shoulders. “I’m sorry if I upset you by keeping my identity a secret. I get if that changes things for you. But it doesn’t for me. I still feel the same way I felt towards you today that I did yesterday. And I’ll still feel the same way about you tomorrow and for the rest of my life.”

“Y-you do?” she asked, her eyes wide in disbelief.

“Yes. Maybe I went about this the wrong way. Maybe I should’ve asked for your number that night instead of waiting for the picture of us to surface so I could find you that way. Maybe I shouldn’t have hidden my identity. But I did what I thought was best. I don’t like being vulnerable. I don’t like putting myself out there. So I protected myself the best way I knew how. You still got the real me, though.”

She stared up at him. As much as she wanted to be mad at him, she couldn’t. He was still her online best friend, and she was still in love with him.

“Look,” he kept talking. “Maybe we walk off this pier and never speak again. Or, maybe you trust me and yourself. Maybe we make it. Maybe we don’t. But either way, neither one of us is walking off this pier the same person we were before.”

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