#((Anytime she drops into that persona))

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when i was in highschool one o my biggest coping mechanisms was drawing all the kids i hated getting killed and eaten and killed. and well. time is a slowly ascending spiral. you will find patterns.(i work as a blackjack dealer. gamblers are FASCINATING

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Toji as a bodyguard

Til’ the Day that I Die

Summary: You’re a popstar in need of a bodyguard when you find yourself with a stalker. That’s how you meet Fushiguro Toji, you’re insanely hot bodyguard. Who knows how to push your buttons, and get you feeling flustered. Just how far is he willing to go to protect you? And how far would you go to protect him?

Pairing: Bodyguard!Fushiguro Toji x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: mentions of stage right, performance, anxiety, stalking, panic attacks, language mentions of gun, (eventual smut)

Word Count: 4.5K

A/N: this request is amazing!! It got my brain worms going! Once again, this will be a multi part series, I’m looking at a total of four parts as I have already planned down the whole story. I’m sorry for the lack of content, it’s been a rough few days and I just decided to take some time for myself! But I do have about four stories almost done so you can expect updates for the rest of the week! Love you all!! (Readers' stage persona is highly inspired by several artists! 😊)

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Performance anxiety is defined as an excessive feeling of fear related to being able to perform well. Symptoms of performance anxiety include pulse racing, rapid breathing, dry mouth, and throat tightness. Dealing with performance anxiety when you're a rising star is brutal, and you begin to regret all your life choices. You aren't sure if you want this to be your life. You were attending nursing school, but your sister posted a video of you singing online. Reading all the sweet comments was fun initially, but it's funny how fast things change.

One second, you were posting a few videos of you singing, and the next thing you knew, you had a record deal, your songs were on the radio, and you were performing at concerts. All in the span of six months. The attention was overwhelming, and, at times, your anxiety even worse. But the more you performed, the more you were able to bury the stage fright down, masking the fear with a persona you made until you were home in your apartment. In the confines of your home, you could cry and tremble; dealing with those attacks was something you’d gotten used to.

But your stalker was a whole new fucked up mess you never dreamed about dealing with.

It had started as nothing more than a couple of love letters that turned into more descriptive letters detailing information about your personal life you had never told anyone. Anytime you saw a letter come in with ‘M’ written on the front and dark gray ink, your stomach twisted. You at first thought you would be okay. You could handle something like this. This was the kind of thing that came along with the territory of being famous.

That was until a bouquet of roses was dropped off at your door in your guarded apartment building. That whole situation sent you into a full-blown panic attack. You left your apartment and went to stay with your friends. That incident caused your manager to contact Kong Security Services and hire you as a bodyguard. One, you were anxiously waiting to meet as you sat in your dressing room before your show.

“It’s going to be fine, I promise.” Nanako, your makeup artist, assured you as she fixed your blush. “Geto said this agency is the best in the business.”

You shot her a skeptical look while her twin sister fixed your hair. “Are you just saying that because your dad’s are my managers, and they told you to say that?” When both twins had ceased their movements in obvious shock at your to-the-point accusation.

“W-What—?”

“No, never!”

“Uh-huh—I don’t believe a word either of you are saying right now.”

Nanako steps back, looks you over, and bites her lip. “They really are the best, whether or not we get to go out for Boba after this. It’s not like sweet milk tea is on the line if we don’t ease your nerves.” Just as your sweet young makeup artist finishes, the door to your dressing, eyes darting towards the door as it swings further open. Suguru and his husband, Satoru, enter, displaying their matching black-and-white wedding rings. They were the best management company in the world, the power couple of Tokyo. Satoru, who was in charge of your social media accounts, types viciously on his phone while Suguru grins up at a man walking in with them.

If you could even call him a man.

A fucking mountain of muscle is a more appropriate way of describing him. He’s tall, has dark hair and navy blue eyes, and he’s fit. The mountain wore a tailored jacket and white button-down shirt with the first two buttons undone. His eyes leave Geto’s for a minute to watch you sinking further in your chair, his pink tongue running over the scar down the corner of the right side of his mouth.

“Hun, this is Fushiguro Toji,” Suguru announced before glancing at his phone. “He’s your bodyguard and will be with you everywhere you go.”

“E-Everywhere?”

“Yes, to rehearsals, your shows, meet-and-greets, he’ll even escort you home.” Your eyes rammed back over to the mountain of a man standing off to the side. When you have time off, or he needs a day away, his work partner Tsukumo Yuki will take over for him.”

You swallowed hard, fingers twitching, a subtle action your new bodyguard noticed immediately as you dug your fingers into your skirt. It was part of Toji‘s job to see behaviors and be observant. He could tell you were on edge from how your fingers twitched to how your pulse raced in your neck. His handler, Shiu, had warned him that you were an anxious mess after finding out about your stalker. But this anxiety didn’t come from just having a stalker. This anxiety was deeply rooted in you. It was probably something you had suffered with for years.

Without being told, Toji stepped forward, kneeling before you, giving you a gentle smile like a father would give a frightened child. He had to put your nerves at ease to let you know you would be okay. “I know you’re scared, but I can assure you that I am very skilled. You won’t even notice I’m around.” You weren’t sure about that. How could you not notice the handsome man who would always be around you?

“Right, thank you.”

“You’re welcome--”

“Ugh! We gotta get going; they expect you on stage in five minutes.”

“I-I s-shou—” you stuttered as the performing anxiety began to root itself into your already anxious demeanor.

“Yep, let’s get going.” Toji stood motioning towards the door of the dressing room. “After you, Miss.”

Being a bodyguard and a security escort for so long had allowed Toji to pick up on specific cues from people, like how their eyes moved around the room or how their body language told him what they were feeling. The way your fingers were twitching, he knew you were nervous and scared, and he wasn’t sure if it was stage fright or something to do with your stalker.

Regardless of whether you wanted to go up there, it didn’t change the fact that thousands of people were already waiting for you to perform. As you both walked down the hall, Tojo noticed you took a deep breath and exhaled through your nose, and as you turned the corner, you put on a huge smile. The way you put in a mask so fast nearly sent Toji stumbling back. He was usually prepared for the unexpected, but seeing this scared, shaking woman shift into a bubbly pop star rocked him back.

Everyone you encountered smiled wide at your perky voice and demeanor. You truly lit up the whole room. “Alright, guys! Thank you for all your hard prep! Now, let’s have a great show tonight!” You were handed a jeweled microphone and placed on a platform to lift you to the main stage, but before you gripped the handles to steady yourself, Toji grabbed your hand. “Oh, Fushiguro?”

“I'll be on the side, watching you. If you need me or notice something's off, you should give me a sign.”

“A sign? Like a signal?”

“Yeah, something easy and inconspicuous.”

You thought for a second, that perky look still on your face, but Toji could see the anxiety behind your eyes. “Well, I wink a lot during my shows and throw a heart sign up.” Toji hummed, pursing his lips together.

“Well, if you don't want to alarm your fans, how about this.” he took your hand, putting your middle and ring finger down. Your thumb, pinky, and pointer finger were left extended.

“Oh, the sign for ‘I love you’!”

“Only use this if you need me on stage. Otherwise, do what you normally do, but know I’ll be right there if you need me.”

There was a flicker of fear in your eyes, which probably would go unnoticed by many different people, but it was one that he could see clearly as day. “Right, thank you, Fushiguro.” Your new bodyguard looked at you as he scoffed, shaking his head.

“Toji, just call me Toji. There is no need for formalities. Have a good show, Miss.”

“R-Right, thank you, Toji.”

Your new bodyguard watched as the platform began to lift, taking you up to the stage where fans were screaming your name. Taking a deep breath before smiling, your bodyguard watched you reach the top before the band blaring music as you began singing into your microphone. The beat of the music rang in his ears; Toji ran for the stairs that led him to the stage, where he could watch you from the side.

There, Toji found your managers standing on the sidelines, watching you. Upon looking at you, he met a woman who looked nothing like the girl he had just spoken to moments before. You danced, sang, smiled, and winked at the crowd. Multicolored lights flashed as fog from the fog machine flooded the stage, and the backup dancers moved in sync with each other. I think this is poor, who was shaking upon meeting him.

“Yeah, crazy to see her shift, isn’t it?” Geto asked before pulling his phone out and snapping a few photos of you as you sang. “She’s like a different person.”

“Like? I hate to be the one to break this to you, Geto, but that woman is a completely different person. Why the fuck is she masking?”

The white-haired man glared at Toji, his sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. “She’s not masking; it's called a stage persona.” The annoyance was clear in the other man’s voice, a tone that crawled its way under his skin.

“Look, buddy, keep your terms to yourself. I don't care about the different terms. All I know is that woman—” he jabbed his thumb in your direction as you twirled around the stage. “is masking; that’s not who she is.”

“You don’t know a lot about the entertainment industry. This is something that a lot of celebrities do. It’s completely normal, and she knows that. That’s how she adapted so fast.”

Toji wasn’t sure if that was the case. He had seen you firsthand, shaking in your dressing room. To see you change drastically for the sake of a show? Toji could see why you would be nervous to go up on stage. There had to be a fear of your mask slipping, revealing your true persona to the world.

But Satoru was right; Toji’s job was to protect and ensure you were safe. It wasn’t his place to judge how you lived or worked your career. In the end, you were just like all the other popstar divas and clients he had had before. Rich people with too much money to throw around and fame led them to believe that they were in danger all the time, which is how he managed to keep a steady income for himself and his kids as long as they were rich snobs like you, Tojo was guaranteed to have a job.

Instead of continuing to argue with your overzealous manager, Toji crossed both arms over his chest and watched you closely. The sooner the show was over, the sooner he could get you back to your apartment, where he could call to check on Megumi. He just wanted to relax, and for all he knew, you and your managers were overreacting to this so-called stalker you had. If anything, this might’ve been some cruel prank; receiving a note to roses wasn’t that big of a deal, and this was way too easy for as much as he was getting paid, so he wasn’t going to bitch about it.

What he did want to bitch about was how fucking long your show went on for. Performed for about two hours straight, only taking breaks to change costumes throughout the performance. It was in those moments when you were changing that your mask slipped. He could see the exhaustion in your eyes and how you wanted to do nothing more than take a break. But as fast as that mask slipped, you had it back on instantly. When one costume was off, and the other slipped on, you were back on stage to sing the next song.

After about two hours and thirty minutes of this bullshit, you gave a final bow and blew kisses out at the crowd of strangers who were cheering your name. While the two hours he got to stand up to the side and watch you perform was easy, he only had to look for your signal if you needed help; getting you out of the arena safely was a whole different story. Everything moved so fast The second you stepped off that stage and towards your bodyguard.

After every show, the goal was the same: get changed as fast as possible, collect your stuff, which Nanako and Mimiko had already packed, and get in your limo before the crowd started heading towards your exit. Toji gently placed his hand on the small of your back, ushering you through the maze of halls that led you back to the dressing room, where, just like you knew, the girls had packed all your stuff.

“You got five minutes to change,” Suguru announced as Satoru snickered behind his husband. “Thanks to Satoru, you’re trending again for your newest song.”

Toji could see the minutey, perky personality shift into your more anxious state. You frowned, literally frowned, at the news. Most people would be jumping over the moon to hear it. Seeing such an ungrateful expression on your face had Toji resist the urge to roll his eyes into his skull.

Spoiled little brats, you rich folks were all the same.

“Did you make sure to tag the—“

“Are you insinuating that I don’t know who to tag or which hashtags to use? Babes, I've got you covered. When have I ever let you down?”

“Never.”

“Right, so let the best PR manager handle this.”

Toji sighed, glancing towards his watch. “Two minutes,” he announced to the room of people bouncing off the walls and collecting items to clean up the green room. How could your managers be talking about more brand deals at a time like this? Brand deals were bullshit, but knowing how popular you were with the teenagers and you probably had some make-up deal or some other shit that would make you all the richer, you had to make sure the right people were tagged so you continued to be sponsored. But there was a time and place for that, and now wasn't the right time!

“I know you're the best Satoru, but I still wanna make sure the word gets out there.” You stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in black leggings and a simple T-shirt. Completely different from the baby doll dresses you were wearing on stage. “It’s imperative—”

“I know. I’ve already posted it. Everyone’s been tagged accordingly, and the hashtags are in place. You’ll get lots of people to see this, trust me.”

You were slipping on your baseball cap and sunglasses when Toji’s large hand gently grabbed you by the shoulder. “We gotta get going,” you sighed before nodding, waving off your team, and falling Toji down the hall to where your car awaited you.

Thanks to your quick change, nobody was waiting for you outside, making your getaway from the arena smooth as butter. You just wished you felt as calm as your exit from the bustling stage had been. You were beginning to regret going back to your apartment. You hadn’t been back there since the roses were delivered to your door. Going back was going to be difficult, leaving your stomach swarming with anxiety. But at least you had a big mountain of a man to protect you if, god forbid, you needed help.

The entire ride back to your apartment complex was thankfully quiet. Toji sat on the other side of you, staring out the window, not making any conversation, which was a blessing. Not only was your throat sore from the amount of singing you had done, but the idea of sitting through a conversation run solely by small talk was almost as bad as your performance anxiety. Sitting in the back of the car, leaning your head against the window without worrying about smiling or acting perfect in front of strangers, was a breath of fresh air.

Being alone with your bodyguard made you feel like you could let your walls come down for the first time in a long time. It was a feeling you might as well get used to. He would be around most of the time, so instead of adorning the perfect, pretty mask you always wore, you could be the introverted true version of yourself. Knowing that you could relax, you shut your eyes, allowing yourself to doze off as the car smoothly headed down the freeway.

If only your dreams were smooth and calm like the car ride. Your dreams were filled with mysterious notes and roses you had once loved. They circled you, drowning you in paper and petals as a roaring crowd rang through your ears. You could fight against the tidal waves, but instead, you let them wash over you, allowing yourself to be crushed by the unbearable weight of being a star at times.

Nursing school wasn’t easy, but at least when you were in school, you didn’t have to worry about a mysterious bouquet showing up on your apartment doorstep or sneaking out to avoid getting seen and swarmed by your fans. Your biggest concern in school was getting good grades and doing everything possible to get your degree. The only things you had to worry about were study dates and pop quizzes, not ominous letters that made you fearful for your safety.

These nightmares were so vivid that you wished your family had heard you singing online. Was it too much to ask for a normal everyday life where you weren't constantly stressed?

You sighed, looking up at the lingering rays of light that slowly began to peek through. More envelopes and roses piled on the cocoon you were stuck in. Perhaps there was no going back. This might very well be the rest of your life. Just as you were shutting your eyes to the casket you were being buried in, a hand reached out from the top of the mountain of dread and anxiety you lived with, reaching for you.

You couldn’t make out who was reaching out to you, but you were sure they just wanted to help you. Without hesitation, you reached for that hand, brushing over their fingertips. Just when they clasped your hand to pull you out of the burial ground, you were jn. You gasped as someone shook you, waking you from the dream.

You sat up quickly, shaking as you met Tojo’s navy blue eyes. He was frowning, motioning towards the rolled-down window, and Ijichi, head of security for your building, leaned in, giving you a weak smile. With a quick rub to both your eyes, you placed your mask back on, going from the sleep-deprived woman you were transforming into the perky popstar everybody knew and loved.

“Ijichi! Hi!”

“Hi yourself, glad to have you back.”

Toji could see how your shoulders stiffened when you mentioned being back. “Oh, yep! It's good to be back.” Toji could see through your facade, while Ijichi was blind to it.

“I just wanted to let you know that we added more cameras to the building, and my security post will be far stricter with deliveries and anything else from this point on. We want you to feel safe here, and I’m sorry we failed to do that in the first place.”

“Oh no, it’s not your fault! Plus, I feel a lot better now that I have Fushiguro!” The man with glasses peered into the car, waving at your bodyguard whose face remained stoic, not returning the gesture. “Okay, uhm Ijichi, Toji; Toji Ijichi.”

No pleasantries were exchanged, not at all. The only thing Toji managed to do was give him a nod before focusing his attention back on the massive building and making a mental note to ask for access to the cameras. That way, he could keep an eye on you and ensure nobody was hanging around who wasn't supposed to be there. Those thoughts Toji was lost in made it a tranquil ride up the elevator to your apartment. He was leaving you feeling even more anxious. Usually, being around someone quiet never bothered you; you felt so relaxed around that person, but Toji’s cold demeanor and attitude toward your friend made you irritable.

“So, uhm, are you going to be that cold and standoffish every time you meet somebody I know?” You asked, finally allowing your heart mind to win over your mind.

“Huh?”

His dark gaze had you swallowing the lump suddenly in your throat. “I wanted to ask if this is going to be normal, you being—.”

“Oh, I am so sorry little star; I wasn't aware I needed to wear a fake ass mask around people too.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, and unfortunately, unlike you, I like wearing my face. I don’t have to be someone I’m not to get people to like me. Because quite frankly, I don’t give a damn if anybody likes me.”

“I don't eit—”

Toji scoffed, leaning against the elevator wall and shaking his head at your words. “Oh, please. You’re just like every other client I’ve had. All you care about is money, your appearance, and what sponsor deals you get.” His words made your blood begin to boil.

“You’ve barely known me for a couple of hours, and you think you know who I am?”

“Oooh yeah, you're some small-town girl that made it big. And instead of showing the world who you really are, you put on this fucking mask, one that hides the true you from the prying eyes of the world. You care only about ticket sales, making your fans happy, and sponsorships like the one you were talking about with your manager not even thirty minutes ago. So yeah, I’m sure I got a good idea of who you are. It’s my job to read people..”

This was the best security in the business; bodyguard your manager had set you up with? Ha! Yeah, right, this man was nothing more than a dickhead that had a lot of opinions that were far from true?!

You laughed, pushing yourself away from the wall to stand in front of the doors before him. “That's the great thing about wearing a mask around people I don’t fucking know. They get to see the real me, but I get to see people for who they truly are.” Toji opened his mouth to continue arguing with you, but only for you to quickly shut him down, holding a hand up before you. “You were right about a couple things; I do put on a mask, I love my fans, but I could give a damn about sponsorships.” Toji pushed himself off the wall, towering over you, gritting his teeth as he tried to control his evident anger.

“Oh, you suddenly don’t give a damn about sponsorships? I just heard you talking to your manager about one.”

“You don’t know anything about me! That whole conversation had nothing to do with this sponsorship!”

Tojo tilted his head back with a laugh. “Oh, right, of course. You don’t care about your amazing condo or all the money you’re making; you don’t care about those so-called nonexistent sponsorship deals.” The elevator rattled like the lid to the rage threatening to explode.

“Alright, yes, I do live in a nice apartment, one with security that sucks, but it’s still home. But for your information, I don’t do this for the money. You don’t know what I have planned on doing with my life, so I don’t want to hear you make assumptions about me! The conversation you so rudely eavesdropped on had nothing to do with a sponsorship deal but a massive donation I’m making to the local Children’s Hospital. The same hospital is well renowned for helping unfortunate children. So yeah, that whole conversation you listened to was me telling my manager to tag the hospital in my video because the hospital inspired the song! It was a public service announcement, a reminder to help those who can’t help themselves.”

Your rant was unexpected. Toji had never had one of his clients talk to him like that; strangely, he liked it.

“And another thi—”

The doors to the elevator slowly slid open with a ding as you reached your apartment. Usually, your automatic lights would be on in the living room and kitchen, leading upstairs. But as the doors opened, no lights illuminated your bodyguard's face. You knew something was wrong, and just before Toy could look over your shoulder into the apartment,Toji’s hand quickly covered your eyes. He pulled you into his chest, and he listened in as he smashed on the lobby button on the button panel.

“Toji!?” You asked, placing your hands on top of his. “What is it?! Is something wrong? Let me see!”

Toji shook his head as if you could see his reaction, his hand reaching for the gun at the holster on his side as the door slowly shut. There was no way in hell you were going to see what was behind the door. Because he knew if you were to see what had happened in your apartment, you would never be the same. As the elevator slowly began to descend, Toji realized that he had been wrong about your stalker. It wasn’t some harmless joke.

This was fucking serious.

(TBC)

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“Please, I need to get this done”

Warning: This is my first time writing please be nice to me. If it really sucks please let me know lmao. Oh and reader is female and uses/addressed with she/her pronouns.

Summary: Reader is busy and Jamie isn’t leaving her alone.

“Jamie, I’m going to need you to fuck off for a few minutes.” She pleads with the footballer in front of her in her office. “Please, I need to get this done.” What was supposed to be a safe space where she could get work done for the preparation of the team's away games. But Jamie Tartt was getting in her way. She would never admit that she had developed a crush on him ever since he came into her office asking to share a room with Sam on a trip. She thought it’s because he was nervous to ask in fear that she would say no, but she already had them down as they were sharing a room at the request of Coach Lasso.

“Where’s the fun in that?” He asked her rhetorically. He developed the tiniest crush on her when he walked by her office on his way to see Keeley in Rebecca’s office. Since then he had found every excuse to come into the office of the (h/c) haired and (e/c) eyed girl. The first time to request being roomed with Sam. Which he already knew was happening but when she confirmed what he already knew she told him to “Come by anytime.” He took that and ran. Going into her office once a week slowly turned into three times a week and then once a day. On this day in particular, he had already come in that morning and was back in the afternoon, making this the first time he had visited twice in the same day.

“Jamie,” She warns. He was asking her far too many questions about their next away game: ‘How are getting there?’ ‘Is the whole team going together?’’ and ‘Are you going?’. He already knew the answers to all of these and she could swear that he was just asking to annoy her.

“(Y/N),” He mocks.

“You already know all of these answers. What do you really want?” His mind starts to race, she had seen right through him. His usual confident persona drops and she becomes worried. “Did I push you? I’m so sorry, that wasn’t my intention. I’m just busy right now Jam-”

“Nah, it’s fine, you’re good.” He cut in. The persona coming back a little. He mind still racing with thoughts of how to ask her out when she interrupts the silence with,

“Do you wanna get dinner tonight?” To which he simply nods and is then met with her next words.

“Good, it’s a date! Now either be quiet or get out of my office.”

[sgiandubh]

Hola de nuevo, soy el anon rebelde con el traductor.

Nueva foto de Cait en Getty, de momento sola. Tony ya hizo su aparición mensual para justificar el cheque.

Si entiendes algo de lenguaje corporal observarás como la sonrisa de Cait es mas relajada con las chicas que con su lo que sea, porque aparecer con el creo que le produce alguna alergia cutánea que se refleja en su visible incomodidad. 💯

Dear (returning) Anon Rebelde (me parece mejor que Dumber Anon, así que cambiamos),

De antemano, la traducción:

'Hello again, I am the Anon struggling with Google Translate.

New pic of C available on Getty, for the moment all by herself. Tony already made his monthly apparition, justifying his paycheck.

If you understand anything about body language, you'd notice how her smile is more relaxed with those women than when she's with her whatever he is, because being spotted in public with him probably triggers some rash or skin reaction which comes across as her being visibly uneasy.'

Anon, I think you mean this lovely pic, taken today in London by the same photographer (Dave Bennett), on behalf of Netflix, at a lunch for Bradley Cooper and Carey Mulligan, hosted by Charles Finch, to celebrate 'Maestro' (hahahahaha - ok, I'll stop). A movie she has nothing to do with:

The venue, Maison Assouline at Piccadilly, is one of those sophisticated bookshop-cum-bar-cum-function rooms affairs. Typical C. - she was there in her element and it shows.

I wish and pray all the Greek Gods she would ditch that madre superiora of the Ursulines accoutrement. It makes her look way older and way more austere than she really is. But as I already told @arakanui1 in the comments thread of another post, I suppose she finds this champagne socialist look (' oh, I am reading Uzbek novels of destitution and loss and I am eating only on unbleached banana leaves') very telling and representative of herself as a Serious Actress. I still idiotically hope that funny and bubbly girl hasn't been killed by this matronly, forbidding public persona.

I agree with all the rest. And since you've mentioned a movie currently on Netflix, may I recommend the best Greek series ever made, also on Netflix? It's called Maestro in Blue, is absolutely flawless and features the still very bankable (and totally my type) Christoforos Papakaliatis being 🧨with the much younger and angelic blonde Klelia Andriolatou, somewhere on a beach on the magical island of Paxos.

Oh, and it's been renewed for a second season, I think they shot already most of it in Corfu.

Drop by anytime, Anon Rebelde! Thank you!

[justenjoythegossip]

THE SHITSHOW IS STILL GOING STRONG…

Who knows what twist and turn they have in store for Chris’ poor loyal fans…

In Touch had already talked about them trying to get a baby a while back… so this OK magazine article is nothing new but it still means that the ending is not coming anytime soon.

One thing appears quite clear, the strategy from his team looks totally schizophrenic. They have cleaned for damage control, sent mixed signals and back and forth before moving forward with the PR as if it was an unstoppable train.

By the way, those articles are not coming from her side and are not meant to serve her. No hungry, thirsty 25 year old actress wants to send the message out there that she can’t wait to get pregnant. He is the one that put so much emphasis on his (dog) dad persona, who tweeted he would be an anxious parent after dropping Dodger for his surgery, who said recently during his interview on the View that he would spoil his kids. Children are part of his rebranding as a family man.

[collectorcookie]

I AM HOME AGAIN. Ok so part two of trickstar dynamics: anzu edition. I already kinda made one but it was more about anzu's past sooo it doesn't count.

Anzu and subaru: THE BESTIEEESSS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEY ARE SO CUTE. When trickstar was still a very new unit subaru was like "man i wish we had our own uniforms. Wouldn't that be cool" (because at yumenosaki academy having your own uniforms instead of the standard ones provided by the academy meant that 1. you're hot shit aka important and popular enough to have a specific image and 2. you're hot shit enough aka rich enough to be able to afford your own costume). And then anzu is just like "My boy? Wants something?? My bestie? Wishes for uniforms??" And then she SINGLEHANDEDLY learns sewing from kuro in like a week and makes the trickstar uniforms. And subaru could cry from joy.

And much later subaru got some job where he has to wear a suit but he's never worn suits so he asks super model sena for help, and sena is like "well what kind of suit do you wanna wear" and after a long time of thinking, the only thing he came up with was a suit made specifically by anzu for him. That's all he wanted agshetekwhdghr. But anzu was pretty busy so he settled for a suit that was approved by her.

And when they ended up in the industry anzu made him the super sparkly outfit and i KNOW everyone hates that card because of the missions BUT that card has a special place in my heart because even after their early high school days, even after subaru won the ss and trickstar became super popular and anzu became a very important producer in ES (going as far as being a part of P. Association), subaru still adores and appreciates outfits made by her specifically asdffkslagdkfjw.

Also Pretty sure that anzu was one of the few characters where subaru dropped his happy-ultra-cheerful persona to open up to her, being all like "You know anzu, sometimes i feel like half of my emotions are straight up missing". Ouch. He doesn't do that often! If at all!! He trusts her enough to do that!!!!

There's more to say but there's already another post that goes into more details about this (i will reblog it after this but how on earth can you link someone else's post on here)

Anzu and mao: you may have seen or noticed how mao is always like "omg no don't touch anzu that's sexual harrassment" to completely normal affection between friends and thought to yourself "The hell is wrong with this dude". And like, i can only speculate why he's like this but it's probably due to anzu's first experiences at yumenosaki. Poor girl got transferred into a school of boys committing crimes against each other, got kicked in the face (with koga's full body weight), fainted, got a concussion, went to the infirmary, got sexually harrassed by one of the teachers (seriuosly what the hell jin), then got followed around and pressured by a playboy (past kaoru was uhhh...something). Rei ended up finding her and just...hiding her in a cupboard. And later on rei finds mao and is like "hey you. I hid your girl in the cupboards" and mao's bewildered at this statement. And rei continues with "yeah you should probs go pick her up or something". Mao then goes and to his surprise, he actually finds her in the cupboards, terrified and exhausted.This is the context to this very lovely mao illustration:

(Mao's first 5* is literally "let's take ibuprofen together, producer" heeelllpp)

Mao ends up always walking her home after this by the way, to the point where he sometimes eats lunch with her family. (Sometimes the other trickstar memebrs walk her too but most often it's Mao) So yeah, that could be the reason why he's so sensitive anytime someone gets close to anzu. He's just really overprotective of her.

(I will entirely ignore all the more fanservicey stuff that occasionally happens between anzu and mao in the early stories because...it just...feels so ooc for mao. And completely unnecessary in general) however anzu is also very fond of mao, as we see in !-era ss, where anzu notices that mao is beating himself up for not being enough for trickstar and so she goes to his room to specifically cheer him up and reassure him when he wakes up

Anzu and hokuto: ooohhh my gooood, the scene where he goes to visit anzu in the infirmary after she got hurt and fainted and he. He just. He just feels so bad for her getting hurt and then starts this whole ass monologue about why he dragged her into this. This huge monologue where he just lets out all his anger at yumenosaki's state and hopes and dreams for the future and how she gave him hope but he burdened and expected too much of her right at the beginning. AND SHE WAS AWAKE THE WHOLE TIME WITHOUT HIM KNOWING. And his speech just motivates her to actually ally herself with trickstar because she wants things to change for the better too.

And then waaay later she faints again from exhausting herself too much and hokuto notices how much she has been doing, not just for trickstar but as a producer in general. And so to lighten her burdens and to prove to her that they have grown as a unit and do not need to rely on her the whole time, he revokes his rights to participate in the SS. Listen to me. I want you to understand that as a unit, trickstar established itself to prove that change is possible. The entire main storyline in ! is about them beating eichi's ass in DDD. And DDD is such a huge deal because it determines which unit is allowed to participate in SS as a representative. And SS is a huuuuge national tournament for idols sorta thing. So when hokuto goes to eichi being all like "hey mr. president, i revoke my rights to participate in the SS", eichi (who has been supporting trickstar ever since they beat him in DDD because SS is far more important than DDD) straight up grabs hokuto and screams at him something along the lines of "HOKUTO ARE YOU /SRS OR /J???? YOUR GIRL FAINTS ONCE AND THIS IS HOW YOU BEHAVE???!!! SHE'S NOT WITH YOU FOR ONE TIME AND YOU STEP DOWN, YOU FREAKING COWARD?? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW IMPORTANT OF AN EVENT SS IS". And hokuto, still very straight faced and expressionless, simply states "oh i'm not stepping down. I want trickstar to fight more live battles to rewin our rights to represent yumenosaki in SS. Both to prove to everyone that trickstar really is suited for this, and to prove for anzu that she doesn't need to always worry about us anymore." Do you have any idea how much i wanted to howl at the moon after reading that.

By the way this is also the context for this one wataru illustration who was also in the council room at the time:

(When you watch your boyfriend grab your bestie by the neck and your bestie says the most jawdropping shit you've ever heard)

Anzu and Makoto: this is actually a lot more of a relaxed and chill dynamic than i expected. Most of their early interactions are just makoto being "oh my god i'm so afraid of girls i have never talked to a girl in my entire life what even are girls" and then anzu would be like "but i am one?" and makoto's just "HOLY SHIT YOU'RE RIGHT". Anyways after makoto builds a little self esteem it looks like him and anzu just start sharing a braincell sometimes. Like that one moment in finder girl event story where mao is super worried that no one will help him, and the makoto anzu duo don't even talk to each other, they just exchange looks and think to themselves "this guy has no idea that everyone in yumenosaki would help him huh". Fun times.

[nihyunluvskookie]

and then I met you

[three]

Pairing: Jeonghan x fem reader × Seungcheol

Genre: angst

Synopsis: Falling in love with bestfriend’s ex wasn’t something that Jeonghan planned.

Warnings: mention of pregnancy, mention of cheating, doubtful coups

Word count: 1.4K

Author’s Note: angry coups :( and not to mention how many times would Jeonghan come and take her home. And for a person like me, I randomly started writing this and here I am. I hope you like this piece of my writing and I don’t mess it up :( and, I was listening to Džanum while writing hehe, I love this song sm

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“Aisha”

“How did this happen Jeonghan?” Aisha was crying in his arms, Jeonghan always gave him the comfort of a bestfriend. “Let’s go home first, you can’t stay here like this.” Aisha shook her head. “You will get sick Aisha”

“How can he leave?” Aisha couldn’t stop crying, it felt like someone ripped her heart, everything went upside down in one second, Jeonghan’s shirt, his perfume, Seungcheol doubting, not even giving her a chance to speak up, Jeonghan witnessing everything, Seungcheol taking off her ring, everyone getting hurt.

“Aisha please, think about yourself, you’re pregnant, Aisha please”

“And he is the dad. HE JUST LEFT ME” Aisha’s screams were nothing compared to what she was feeling inside, Jeonghan couldn’t believe it felt like everything was a lie, how could his bestfriend even do that. All these years of friendship was gone because of a mere misunderstanding?

“Jeonghan how could he leave me right now.” Jeonghan held her carefully, he had a sympathetic look on his face, he himself couldn’t believe what happened.

Had Seungcheol always been this doubtful about him and Aisha, there was no answer to this question except for his actions showed today. He was doubtful of him and Aisha.

“Aisha let’s go home” she shook her head, “Aisha”

“Jeonghan, how can he not give me even a chance to explain” with each word she was breaking down inside and nothing could fix her right now except for one persona and he just left.

“We’ll talk to Seungcheol, let’s go home for now. Let him cool down, we will go visit him. I’ll try to talk to him” Jeonghan somehow managed to convince her and they went to her apartment. Jeonghan dropped her off first and he had to leave because of his office.

After changing her clothes to the dry ones, Aisha looked at herself in the mirror, she looked like a mess. She couldn’t think about anything else anymore, how could this happen.

She tried calling Seungcheol again, he wasn’t picking her calls. She was worried about him and Aisha finally decided to give him some time, she would go to meet him in evening. She just knew she had to clear out the whole misunderstanding, how could he even say that to her and doubt her with Jeonghan.

The whole day Aisha was worried and would cry anytime, she was so happy yesterday and today she’s living the worst day of her life. She never imagined things would turn this way. She didn’t even had any strength to call her bestfriend Jia, to tell her everything.

Aisha took a cab to Seungcheol’s place, she was scared about driving in this state, she was crying already the whole time and she wasn’t in the right state to drive right now. After paying the cab, Aisha got out of the cab, the moment she got out of the cab it started raining, Aisha regretted not bringing her umbrella.

She tried calling Seungcheol again but there was still no response from his side, “Seungcheol please open the door” she was banging on the door, because he won’t just open the door no matter how many times she rang the bell. “Seungcheol, I know you’re behind the door right now” Aisha teared up, “Aisha, give me a chance to explain please”

“Today morning coffee spilled over all my t-shirt and Jeonghan was there and he gave me his shirt. Nothing more happened. Seungcheol please open the door, please let me in. Please.” And there was no sign of Seungcheol opening the door. She was desperate under the rain, so that he could hear her voice and give her a chance. “Seungcheol please” she fells on her knees infront of his door, she didn’t care of how people saw her, she just knew, her love didn’t believe her anymore and that was the worst nightmare specially when she needed him the most.

How could he forget everything and choose to leave her alone in a time like this.

She spent two hours crying there, she was crying and calling out Seungcheol’s name but there was no use, she was wondering, how did a small jealousy go this far, she remembers Seungcheol used to joke once or twice about Aisha and Jeonghan being nice friends but this never went this far, because Aisha never had feelings for Jeonghan and same went for him.

“Seungcheol, please open once. Please listen to me once and then I promise I’ll leave. Please” her voice was just audible to herself at this point. “Seungcheol please.” Her hand started hurting because of the times she was banging the door, it felt like she didn’t had any strength anymore.

“Seungcheol”

“Aisha” she looked up because of the voice.

“Aisha get up” he helped her stand, Aisha couldn’t stand without his support.

“Jeonghan please tell him to open the door, he is not opening the door. Please tell him I came, his Aisha came” she started crying again, holding Jeonghan’s arms. “Please Jeonghan help me, help me this once, this is a request, please tell him his Aisha came. Please”

“Aisha you’re drenched in rain, you will get sick at this point.”

“I am not leaving, I need to talk to him, he is not picking up my calls, he is not letting me see him. I need to talk to him” she shouted, she was done with crying, she needed to see Seungcheol. “I already explained everything to him, he needs to see me and talk to me face to face.” Jeonghan was feeling so helpless, the fact he’s trying to contact Seungcheol ever since he left Aisha’s apartment after dropping her but he was not picking up and he finally called him when he was on his way back home. Jeonghan thought he finally gave him a chance to clear it up, rather the thing Seungcheol said left me in shock, ‘take your girl away from my place, it’s been almost three hours’ Jeonghan was driving and he stopped his car on signal, without thinking twice he made his way towards Seungcheol’s place.

He was worried about Seungcheol’s and Aisha’s relationship but somehow he was worried more about Aisha’s health, when she called him yesterday she told him, she was already a month pregnant when she found out, and he can’t leave Aisha behind like this, at least taking her side is the least he could do as her friend.

That’s when he saw, Aisha hitting the door, being on the ground crying.

“Aisha. Enough.”

“Jeonghan I will not leave.”

“You have to leave, did you even realize what’s the time right now? You’re going back home with me.” he had no option left rather than forcing her to take her home.

“I will not go back home. And what are you even doing here?” she looked at him.

“Seungcheol will not open the door and he called me, telling me to take you home.”

“If he can call you, then why isn’t he accepting my call and talking to me and did you tell him what happened today morning” Aisha was desperate to hear a yes from Jeonghan.

“he hung up after saying that, he didn’t even give me a chance to speak.” It wasn’t even a whole minute that she stopped crying yet, those words brought tears in her eyes, “why isn’t he listening to me Jeonghan?” Jeonghan held Aisha’s hands, “let’s go please, please Aisha”

“I will not go.” She shook her head, Jeonghan still holding both her hands, “where will I go? The place I called my home, the person whom I called home is not even giving me a chance to see his face.”

“you’re coming with me.” Jeonghan felt so apologetics towards her, he was helpless in the whole thing. One side it was his bestfriend who was not even ready to listen to him and another side is his friend who is slowly ruining because of his bestfriend.

After almost half an hour, he convinced Aisha about going home. She was walking, towards his car, and she was about to stumble but Jeonghan was quick to hold her. “Be careful Aisha” he let her inside, and went to the driver’s seat. He gave his coat to her, since she was fully wet and turned on the heater. “Aisha, I’m sorry” he just felt apologetic, somewhere.

He started driving but he could hear soft sobs, Jeonghan was getting frustrated because of Seungcheol’s behavior, now matter what how could he not give either of them a chance to speak and jump into conclusions. And avoiding to talk with them was making the matter even worse.

There was traffic because it was still office hours, he realized he couldn’t hear any soft sobs anymore and turned his head to glance at her. She was sleeping, she looked tired from her face.

[revelisms]

Silco, Sevika and Jinx Headcanons (music ver 🎵)

Since my playlists are running rampant (and they're largely how I get a sense for writing character voices/actions/etc.), I thought it'd be fun to share a few HC tidbits via some tunes :-)

Silco — aka the Bloodshark, the Eye, Mr. Crime Boss himself; the man, the myth, the slippery bastard. Also clocking in with nearly 8+ hours worth of songs for this sack of bones...I am...side-eyeing myself. Anyway.

Foundation — Sunlit Grave, Saint Mesa

This basically kickstarted the playlist earworm, for him. At a high-level, this is the song I think of anytime I write him: it's dark, eerie, regal, persevering. I always get an image of someone sinking beneath the depths at the beginning, and clawing out of a deathly cage/prowling to a bloody pinnacle by the end. The lyrics themselves also capture a flavor of his character, as a dead man speaking to someone (potentially his killer and/or lover) who knew him before; who must choose to let go of their knowledge of who that dead man used to be. He is gone, irreparably changed, and he's not coming back—and he'll drag a kingdom to its knees, by the end. (Maybe it's what landed him in that grave, in the first place.)

Inner Voice — The Wondersmith and His Sons, Astronautalis

This gives a sense of past and present: a glimpse into the hard-cracked persona he'd built in the mines (which I associate with folksongs, especially of an English or Gaelic nature), twisted up into the sly, scheming charisma he harnessed as co-founder of the Lanes. For me, the song paints a potential tale of childhood (the lyrics tell of a family of swindlers, from which the narrator is the cleverest son) and a foreboding hint into the future (too much grease can break down a machine; for all their success, a brutal end is eminent). It also just feels like him—it's growly, arrogant, and jovial; drawling in some moments, and spit-fired in others.

On The Record — Time & Place, Queens of the Stone Age

In terms of what he'd actually listen to (of which I think he'd have a extensive range, to the point of his tastes skewing past eclectic into downright bizarre), this would fit easily between a swath of blaring industrial rock, crooning big band classics, jazz, folk-tunes, experimental funk, r&b, etc. It's got that flavor of 80s post-punk vocals that would be a staple in his sets, with a snappy flare in the instrumentals (something he'd nod his head or tap his pen to)—and, funnily enough, has a slight echo to Snakes (Vi's and Jayce's fightsong), which...oddly fits, given I see him and Vi as actually very similar, at their cores.

Sevika — aka the Lioness, the Teeth, "step on me and I'll thank you for it" Miss King. She's badassery in a gilded package, baby—but there's a tender spot under it all, if you squint.

Foundation — Little Girl Gone, CHINCHILLA

Another song that kickstarted the playlist earworm. This is a baseball bat to the gut with prowess, swagger and Try That Again energy—and the transition of the whisper to the drop just hhh. Gets me every time. This song is the battle anthem from a woman who's earned her armor (fittingly, working under a gangster)—test her patience, and she'll be wearing red on her sleeve; dare to cross her in a fight, and she'll drink you down like liquor. I can visualize a snappy two-punch brawl every time I hear this.

Inner Voice — Milk, BONES UK

Dipping into that tenderness here, with a stark note of ceaseless ambition, we've got this song—a reflection, a demand, a love letter, a hunger. There's so many layers folded into this: the desires of a self-made life to be everything and more their host yearns for it to be, even if, underneath it all, what they truly yearn for is belonging. This feels like a young, angry, cropped-hair and bloody-fisted Sevika fighting down the world—and an older self looking fondly, if a touch melancholically, back on it all.

On The Record — Know Better, Janelle Monáe

Put her on the aux, and she'll have the dancefloor congealing into a neon haze of sweat and glitter. The mix of the sax and the bassline here just thrums with her energy, to me: self-assured, watchful, slow-smirking. It's often the kind of tracks she reaches for, especially for a crowd; she's got a bold streak in her, and it doesn't take much to stir it to full display (come here now, stranger; gimme that sense of danger).

Jinx — aka the Loose Cannon, the Bombshell, everyone's favorite lil' gremlin. I tend to interpret her character in distinct "phases"—i.e., Powder, Jinx, and Jinx post-shimmer. These also factor into what I musically associate with her; each piece of her character feels very distinct.

Foundation — BLOODMONEY, Poppy

This is like...the Jinx song, to me. It's about distrust, sacrifice, self-identity, denial, rage, all wrapped up in a spiteful bow of religious allegories—a flash-cycle of whose opinion she worships, at any given moment (when nobody is watching, what do you believe?). It's also just a sensory meal with the sound design, and could even match up with soundbites of her voice so easily.

Inner Voice — Crimson, Skott

Take a stroll into Powder building Jinx's persona from the ashes. This is a haunting, beautiful song, with an undercurrent of something fight-eager, spiteful, and hopeful brewing beneath the surface. In the wake of tragedy, there's still a thread of strength; someone picking up the pieces while trying to find a path back to their own mind. I almost hear this as an apology and declaration of war, in turns, from Jinx to Vi.

On The Record — BOOM, Cassyette.

You know this little metalhead is listening to any splitzy mechanical tracks she can get her hands on (fuels the inventor muse, y'know?)—and I think she'd love this. I mean, c'mon. It's a song about explosions, told through a narrator saying how slipping into different mental spaces feels like a bomb waiting to blow. I could see her jamming to this on loop in her workshop while tinkering with a new flare gun. (Also, as a close runner up, I associate anything Djerv with her, given they were the artist for Get Jinxed—she'd probably have things like (We Don't) Hang No More always on the gramophone, singing to it word for word.)

[spiritual-activity]

Headcanons for alive Isaac, alive Alberta and alive flower being around with kids?

Ok, so I'm just assuming you want all 3 interacting with kids while being alive-

No problem! I kinda smushed them together in the same post and included some others. Hope that was fine!

*Alive Interacting with Kids*

Alberta was definitely the type that would adopt kids at the drop of a hat. She loved them, despite never having any of her own. On the contrary to her bootlegging, she told the kids to do something great when they're her age. Kids would start calling her "Mama Berta" about a year or two after being around her.

Flower was great with kids when not in the cults. She would teach the younger ones how to sew and the older ones how to play basketball.

Isaac was decent when it came to kids. Most of the time, they were a bit too rowdy for him to handle. The other times, he would try to teach them the basics when it came to horses. With the ones that were able to read, he slowly introduced them to Greek classics.

Pete, being a scout leader and a father, was naturally good with kids! He always spoiled his daughter and, on occasion, the Pinecone Troop. He attempted hosting a D&D night for the young girls. Much chaos happened.

Trevor was a wild card. On one hand, he was good with kids when it came to animals. On the other, he would be that person that would hold them upside down by the ankle. Anytime he had his dog, the kids would always behave better. He took up babysitting one year in high school. Needless to say, he didn't do it the next year.

Hetty, while on the surface despised kids, actually cared for them a lot. She treated the ones in the factories well. She often took them extra clothes and food in the winter. She had to keep up the "old mean lady" persona while with Elias, but the children knew how much she actually cared for them.

Thor is also a wild card. He enjoys being around children, teaching them skills he learned at that age, but also can be a bit aggressive. He's more gentle around the younger ones. Thor teaches the older kids how to do specific things like how to fish, hiding your own scent (ex: his pelts covered in wolf urine), and how to hunt.

Sasappis is decent with kids. He teaches them, while out in the woods, which berries are ok, how to track animals, and how to make simple tools. He's more on the "work with them" side rather than have any of his own.

Hope these were up to par!

[juni-aldaine123]

LOVE EVERY FACE OF YOURS/ tgswiiwagaa ; ayamitsu

・❥・fluff . light angst maybe . cute . oneshot . canon universe . canon compliant . the green yuri manga . set after events of ch 78, you're too obvious

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The sky lights up and the clouds thunder against each other as rain showers around Mitsuki. Her fortune must be going downhill with all the events that have been happening currently. First and foremost- she broke her ankle.

Though the perks that come with that make her feel slightly better about her rotten luck. Aya constantly hovers around her and tends to all her needs, even picking her up for school and dropping her off, helping her with her school work, and most importantly- she spends all her time and attention on Mitsuki.

She totally does not get butterflies at this.

But then she had to ruin everything by spilling seeds of the past. 

Mitsuki isn't really sure who the 'she' is.

Is it Aya? She was the one who had brought up 'Onii-san' out of the blue. And she also seemed to be missing 'him' if Mitsuki puts it like that. When all the misunderstandings were already cleared and Mitsuki was the one standing right in front of Aya, why did she call her 'Onii-san'?

Mitsuki heaves a sigh. It isn't Aya's fault when she is jealous. Of herself? Or this fake persona she'd created of herself that Aya happened to like better?

But....does Aya truly think about 'Onii-san' still? Or had she meant it in another context and it was her who took it the wrong way?

Her thoughts round about one girl, they have been for quite sometime now; Mitsuki can't stop thinking about Aya.

"Totally forgot to bring an umbrella." She glares at the clouds hanging heavy overhead, as if they were the bane of her existence. (which they kind of are now, since she can barely walk back home without getting drenched by the downpour and she'd rather not fall sick in addition to her broken leg.)

She has frightened her poor uncle and troubled Kanna-san enough. But she knows the one who would shoulder the burden the most would be Aya. That girl will probably think it's her fault for not coming to Mitsuki's aid even though Mitsuki is the one (trying) to avoid her.

Mitsuki knows what conclusion Aya might possibly stumble upon. 

'No Oosawa-san, you're not abandoning me or anything like that. It's just me being me,' she grimaces as she speaks to the voice of Oosawa Aya that doesn't seem intent on leaving her mind anytime soon.

'Should I just run home?' But then she looks at the crutch and hides a disappointed sigh.

"I guess this is pay back for my sins..." she mumbles to whoever deems to hear her self deprecation words.

She doesn't expect it to be Aya though.

"What is?" comes a question out of the blue.

"Oosawa-san?!" she shrieks out, pale as a ghost. Aya stands beside her, eyes glued to her phone, as if she'd never called out to Mitsuki and the ravenette is just imagining things.

Maybe she is. Maybe Aya isn't even here but Mitsuki wants her to be, so her mind conjures up this image- that Aya's free hand rests too close to hers, their knuckles brushing. It's not as if they weren't this close before but with the latest revelations Mitsuki has had a simple touch drives her crazy.

Silence rings heavy around them and Aya seems content not to break it so Mitsuki takes the initiative.

"Is- is that Incubus?" she asks, noticing the song that plays in the backdrop. Aya finally looks at her; unreadable intent brewing in her peachy eyes.

"Yeah. Wish you were here," 'But I'm right here,' calls out a voice in her head. It's kind of ironic. "That song- I mean." Of course, Mitsuki knows the song very well.

"The...The way it starts calmly feels pretty nice, right?" She tries to smile. "I...like that song too."

Aya only stares, unblinking, as if she is assessing her. Then she doesn't look at Mitsuki anymore, opting to turn her gaze ahead.

"Do you think...Onii-san likes this song too?" Aya doesn't respond to what she had instead. Doesn't tell her what she thinks about Mitsuki liking the song. Instead she asks if Mitsuki knows what 'Onii-san' thinks of this song.

"B-But-" she stammers out. "By 'Onii-san' you mean-"

"That's right." Aya opens the umbrella, holding it in front of them. "You had said 'Are you being nice to me just because I'm Onii-san,' didn't you?"

"Are you jealous? What for!" There's a sparkle in her eyes; it's back, Mitsuki realises. Aya gives her a blinding smile, like that of the sun that shines after rain.

It's beautiful, like a daydream.

"You're one and the same for me!" Sunshine doesn't leave her face.

"What?!" Mitsuki's heart is in a frenzy! And her mind is beyond repair at this point. 'Does Oosawa-san even realise what's she's saying?! She's too bold!' The blush refuses to leave her cheeks. "No-! I was just- I mean-"

"Just get under!" And Aya yanks her towards her, but still mindful of her injury.

"I like all sides of you Koga-san. You're so cool in every way!" She gushes non-stop the moment Mitsuki is under the umbrella, by her side.

"But you know- if I liked 'Onii-san' more than you I would've been helping him not you." Mitsuki wants to retort that she couldn't help someone who doesn't exist anyway, understanding dawning on her as she remembers Aya's words.

"If I liked him more than you, why do you think I'm always with you? Even at school, where you're Koga Mitsuki and not 'Onii-san'?" She's suddenly all too aware of the warm hand holding her cool sweaty ones.

"I just like you Koga-san. I never became your friend just because of the disguise you wear outside of school," she laughs. "I became your friend just because-" There's hesitancy in her voice, but Mitsuki wants to hear more. So she squeezes her hand urging Aya to continue.

"Just because?"

"You're- well- You're you!" she blurts out in a panic. Mitsuki stifles a chuckle at the outburst. 'Cute...'

"Because you're so pretty and kind and- and nice! We like the same type of music. We have so much in common- and at the same time not-!" Guess even Aya notices the disparity between the two of them. But- "We bonded over our shared interests, right? But we also always talk about whatever we like to do individually. We take an interest in eachother's hobbies, even if we may not personally like it. But that's 'cause we are friends!"

Ouch, the 'friends' suddenly stings.

"I'll admit I'd started frequenting the store because of Onii-san- and music of course! That was the reason I came! But do you know why I stayed?" Aya looks at her with a fondness and Mitsuki feels as if her heart would leap out of her chest any minute now. "It was because of you Koga-san."

"The feelings I had for Onii-san....they never actually changed even when i found out the truth you know? But instead they've just gotten stronger....And that's why I still stick around! For you! Not for Onii-san or anyone else-"

Aya feels like combusting! She had just planned on saying a little of her true feelings to Mitsuki, once she figured the ravenette might need her assurance. It was just to tell her enough that Aya liked her and not anyone else, even her own alter-ego. But she hadn't expected her mouth to go rampant and blurt out everything!

"Just me..." Mitsuki thankfully finishes for her, struggling to cover her own heated face.

The confession lingers between them. The small space they share is comforting. Like Aya.

"Thanks for telling me....Aya-san." The butterflies in her belly flutter with happiness.

[gemwing1988]

A Little Help from a Friend

A remake of an old fic to thank @lovegabe1999 for doing a small fanart of her OC, Shan Lee protecting my persona from the Devil about a year ago. The last one was a bit rushed and I thought I’d redo it from scratch with a few changes since I decided that my original outfit design would be best suited for a future Kingdom Hearts AU in the distant future.

The Devil and Dijimmi belong to StudioMDHR, Shan Lee is created and owned by the lovely @lovegabe1999 and Katie Gemwing is the persona of yours truly.

It was a peaceful and beautiful day on the Inkwell Isles after months of peace and tranquillity.

For the young demi-goddess, Shan Lee, things couldn’t have been better.

Things have been peaceful since the Devil was defeated by the brave young brothers, Cuphead and Mugman and all of the former debtors who made a deal with him had been cleared of their debts.

Shan Lee’s included.

Today, she and her good friend, Dijimmi the Great, were out on a picnic over at a peaceful little glade in the woods, enjoying the weather and the scenery.

“This is the life.” Shan Lee sighed as she took a sip of her ice cold beverage.

“You can say that again.” Dijimmi happily agreed before taking a couple of contented puffs of his pipe.

They could have never asked for a better day to spend some time together. And since the Devil hadn’t shown his face up on the surface for the passing months, it would seem no one had to worry about him fearing his ugly, hairy face again anytime soon.

Or so they thought…

Just then, a piercing scream shattered the tranquil silence, disrupting the songs of nature.

Shan Lee gasped as she nearly dropped her cup. The scream was so sudden, it made Dijimmi accidentally inhale some smoke down his throat, causing him to cough on it.

“W-wh-what th-the heck w-was th-that?!” Dijimmi sputtered as he lightly pounded in his chest to clear the pipe smoke out.

“I-I don’t know.” Shan Lee answered, getting up from the red and white checkerboard print picnic blanket. “But what I do know is that it sounds like somebody’s in trouble! Hurry! We’d better go see if they need help!”

Once Djimmi recovered from his smoke fiasco, he and Shan Lee hurried towards the source of the scream which was deep in the woods. They soon entered the clearing to see that a person they had never met before is being chased down by none other but the Devil himself, who was in his serpent dragon form.

The person he was terrorizing was a young woman with fair skin, dark chocolate brown hair in a short bobcut and light blue eyes.

She wore a crystal denim jacket with breast pockets, white rolled-up cuffs on the sleeves, hoodie pockets and a midnight blue hidden Mickey Mouse patch on the right breast of the jacket. Underneath the jacket is a midnight blue tank top with a light blue collar and shoulders, medium blue denim jeans, a light purple belt and black knee-length boots.

On her right wrist is a bracelet made from light blue woven cords with three beads (two are pearl white and the one in the middle is a crocus purple) and a silver heart locket bracelet with what appears to be a tear shaped pearl in the centre. On the left wrist is a silver bracelet.

Around her neck is a silver locket designed and shaped like a book with a heart and what appears to be wings engravings as well as a teardrop-shaped diamond in the centre.

The young woman was frantically running away from the Devil, all the while struggling to pry off a golden cuff-like band that was wrapped around her left wrist.

“The Devil!” Dijimmi gasped.

“And that woman’s in trouble!” Shan Lee cried.

The woman tripped over a rock and struggled to get back onto her feet until the Devil ensnared her in his furry coils, wrapping her up to her ribs in his clutches.

“Not so fast, darling!” The Devil sneered. “You’re not going anywhere! You’re mine now!”

“NO! Let me go!” The woman screamed, struggling in the demon’s coils.

“Oh, I could never let you go, my love.” The Devil crooned. “I’love keep you nice and snuggled in my grip.”

Much to the disgust of their unknown witnesses, the Devil leans his head down and flicks his tongue at the woman’s neck and cheek with his twin tongues before he nuzzles her cheek with his own.

“Ugh! That creep!” Shan Lee growled. “That does it!”

Without a second thought, she leapt out of hiding and drop kicked the Devil over the head.

“Ow!” The Devil yelled as the kick made him lose his grip and dropped the woman to the ground. “What in the-?!”

“You leave that poor woman alone, you creep!” Shan Lee demanded.

“What?! You!” The Devil snarled. “You stay out of this, you puny demi-goddess! This doesn’t concern you!”

“It most certainly does if it concerns you terrorizing and harassing innocent people like that girl here!”

The Devil hissed like an angry serpent as he lunged for Shan Lee, who got out a bo staff and whacked him across the face with it, making him shriek in pain.

Dijimmi, with his magic, duplicated himself, wearing cheerleader outfits and waving pom-poms as they cheered, “Rick ‘em, rack ‘em, rock ‘em, rake! Wallop that creepy old snake!”

“You! Sssshut up!” The Devil hissed, shooting a threatening glare at the orange genie.

His duplicates merging into a single himself again, Dijimmi got out a tiny flag with the letter “D” that has little devil horns and a tail on it in his hand and dully waved it, sarcastically cheering for the Devil in a blunt and bored tone:

“Devil, Devil, he’s our man. If he can’t do it… GREAT!!!”

While Shan Lee and the Devil continued to duke it out, the woman was struggling to remove the cuff still around her wrist, catching Dijimmi’s concern.

“You okay there, miss?” He asked.

“The Devil clamped this stupid cuff in me!” The woman in blue grunted. “I can’t get this darn thing off!”

“Oh! I can help with that!” Dijimmi offered.

With a snap of his fingers, the cuff magically snapped open and fell off the girl’s wrist.

“The Devil might be more powerful than me, but at least my magic’s strong enough to remove some small magic trinkets.” Dijimmi smirked proudly.

“Thanks.” The woman said. “Now I can be of some help!”

Just then, the woman transformed into a beautiful crystal blue dragon with a white underbelly, a white crest that resembles a mane, white spines in the small of her tail as well as a tuft of white fur at the tip and white claws. She has curved white horns atop of her head and dainty deer-like ears. She still has the same blue eyes and large feathery midnight blue wings to seem to sparkle like stars under the sunlight.

She a dark blueish-black necklace with the pendant being a round blue gemstone with two silver beads on each end as well as one at the bottom with purple scarf-like ribbons with light blue tips to resemble feathers. White-gold bracers with a blue teardrop-shaped gemstone at the top and tiny round blue ones at the bottom.

Roaring, the dragon flies towards the Devil, leaving Dijimmi dumbfounded with shock and confusion, mumbling, “That’s new…”

The Devil had Shan Lee cornered at a tree and was about to ensnare her when the dragon swiped his claws across his face, scratching his nose.

“OUCH!!!”

The dragon then opened her mouth and zapped the Devil with a stream of blue electricity.

ZAP ZAP ZAP!

With the Devil scorched from the zapping, Shan Lee took the opportunity to deliver the final blow, knocking the Devil out.

The Devil crumpled to the ground and returned to his normal form, beaten, battered and bruised with a couple of torn out fur and wearing a couple of bandages as he groaned.

“Thanks for the help.” The dragon smiled in gratitude. “The Devil just doesn’t know when to leave me alone.”

“Wait! You’re a dragon?!” Shan Lee exclaimed in surprise.

The dragon looked herself over before she shrugged, “Last I checked, yes. Technically, I’m half-dragon.”

“That’s so amazing!” Shan Lee beamed, overcoming her shock. “I just so happen to be a demi-goddess myself.”

“Really?” The dragon gasped. “That’s really amazing.”

“And no worries about helping you back there. It’s always good to help out someone in need. Most especially a new friend. I’m Shan Lee by the way. And this is my good friend, Dijimmi the Great.”

“Nice to meet you.” Dijimmi said, bowing in greeting.

“I’m very happy to meet you both.” The dragon smiled before she transformed back into a human.

“Y’know, we’ve never really met anyone like you before on the Isles.” Dijimmi stated. “That you can turn into a talking dragon, I mean. I know my pal, Grim Matchstick is a Dragin himself, but this is the first time I met a dragon with wings as unique as yours.”

“I can do lots of things.” The Dragin girl said. “By the way, I’m Katie. Katie Gemwing.”

“That’s such a beautiful name.” Shan Lee said. “But what was that all about with the Devil trying to kidnap you earlier?”

Katie shuddered. “Oh, that monster had up and decided to make me his wife and queen and use my magic for dimensional conquest. That’s a LONG story for another time.”

“Yeesh!” Dijimmi winced in disgust.

“Aw jeez! What is he? King Bowser?” Shan Lee grimanced.

“I’d might as well be the Princess Peach to his King Bowser if that’s the case.” Katie groaned.

Changing the subject, Shan Lee spoke, “Well, what matters is that you’re safe now. How about you join Jimmi and me for a picnic? You must be hungry from all of that.”

Katie blushed as she heard her own stomach grumble, gently placing her hand over it as if to stifle the growls.

“I guess I did missed out on lunch when I ended up here.” Katie replied sheepishly. “So yes, that would be so lovely, please.”

As Shan Lee and Dijimmi led Katie back to their picnic spot, Shan Lee realized this was the day she had made a new friend.

[angelhearwts]

opposites attract.

parings: hyper!fem reader x eddie munson.

summary : eddie doesn’t know why he finds the mysterious girl so attractive. reader is a cheerleader that has that rude cheerleader personality but is only nice to eddie and he wants to figure out why.

warnings : slow burn, jason being a bitch as always, reference to sex, eddie and reader being idiots in love.

a/n, this is my first fic i’m posting so please be patient with me!!

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Eddie didn’t understand why the girl was so sweet to him but a devil to anyone else who crossed her.

Y/n’s intentions weren’t to be rude or disrespectful to anyone but she found everyone at hawkins high to be absolute assholes. That’s how she figured out her interest in the munson boy. Everyone picked on him for just being different, but hell he didn’t care one bit. She admired him for that. People like Jason or his friends put off this big-ego persona and she hated it. She hated them. It’s not like they didn’t like her though. Everyone wanted y/n, and she knew it. Nobody wanted her as much as Eddie did though.

The boy loathed for her. He felt every 206 bone in his body go numb anytime he’d see her. Those pretty skirts she would wear, the way her curly hair would lay on her shoulders. Hell, the boy thought he was in love. Eddie felt perverted for how he’d scan down every detail of the girls outfits everyday. The pretty dangled hoops she would wear or the dainty cross necklace around her neck laying in between her collarbones.

Eddie wanted her badly.

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It was a friday, everyone as normal was sitting at lunch gossiping or talking about who’s fucking who. Jason at the table with his friends, chrissy sat in his lap. Y/n sat most of the time with robin. Even if she was a cheerleader she hated sitting with them. It was torture to hear anything that slipped from their lips. Robin would ramble on and on about random shit half of the time but y/n didn’t mind it. She loved Robin. Her bestfriend since 3rd grade.

“You know and Vicky just has that face that makes me wanna keep talking even when I should shut u-”robin began to ramble until she was interrupted by a loud amount of laughs coming from the basketball table. She turned around to see Jason standing in front of dustin laughing as Dustin had whatever lunch the cafeteria had served all over his shirt.

Y/n felt her ears heat up in anger as she looked at the scene. She stood up before robin could stop her walking over to the scene.

“Hey asshole! What’s your problem?” she questioned Jason with an obvious annoyed look on her face. Jason smirked at her question before walking up dangerously closely to the shorter girl. “Look who it is…” Jason said with that god awful smirk. “Pretty girl y/n” he said.

“Fuck you.” She spat. Before helping Dustin up. He looked up at her with a sad face. “I’ll help you clean up.” She said to where only he could hear her. She continued to help dustin before Jason let something slip again. “You know, you’re real pretty to be defending the freaks” he said as his friends let out the most dickriding giggles.

“You know Jason.. you really suck at basketball to be on the varsity team.” She spit back giving Jason a grin. She laughed in her head as Jason’s smile suddenly dropped.

“Fucking bitch..” he mumbled under his breath. Jason didn’t know why he got upset at the fact that y/n said that. Maybe it was true?

“Your mother!” Y/n said back as she walked off with Dustin to walk him to his table.

Meanwhile, Eddie was stuck in place watching the girl defend his friend. He found her so fucking attractive as she cussed out jason. He almost felt himself hard against his jeans.

His breath suddenly got stuck in his throat as he realized the girl was now standing in front of the table. Looking directly at him.

“I doubt you don’t have one of those extra hellfire shirts munson?” She said with a sweet smile on her face.

“U-uh yeah I do actually um” he stuttered out. She was so close to him. He could smell the vanilla perfume coming from her. God. You smelled so fucking good.

“Do me a favor and make sure he cleans up.” You said as the first ball had rang. Why did Eddie look so good today. You felt your knees go weak as your eyes trailed up him and down. “I know you’ll be late to class anyways probably fucking around with Tracy right?” You said a hint of jealousy in your voice.

“Would you rather it be you sweetheart?” Eddie said boldly making a blush flush your face.

“i might take you up on that offer” you said slickly noticing the faces on the younger boys at the table.

“Oh, hi Mike.” You said softly not imy the boy at the table. He said hi back before turning back to Dustin.

“I have to go but, Eddie I’ll see you after lunch hm?” You said smirkingly making a grin spread across his face.

“Definitely sweetheart.”

[chim-chim1310]

I mean look at v an jennie to this day both blonks, army deny it jennie should drop V he isn't man enough to boldly claim her Jisoo has more balls an told everyone that actor is her man. Who will be the first idol to stop this dating is a taboo thing because how is dating a scandal fuck wrong korea

The jisoo news is confirmed because they both wanted it to be confirmed.

And honestly I think jennie did her part when she posted those pictures where she was wearing that outfit during Paris walk and photos of that dinner where tae was.

So yeah I think she wants people to know. But its taehyung who's not doing anything about it. I must say he's a coward. Like you both have already been caught and seen, just fucking claim your girl. Jennie is getting slut shamed left and right by armies because obviously it's women who are hated for literally breathing. Nobody says anything to men. Even after she's receiving so much hate because of this, her bf still doesn't have guts enough to announce their relationship.

I remember when tae "accidentally" Followed jennie on insta and armies dragged the poor girl to hell. And then just after that tae said that insta is a scary place and acted like an innocent baby in front of fans as if he wasn't stalking jennie online. Like come on man.

But knowing tae, he's probably scared to announce it because he knows he'll lose his fans. All his fans are either shippers, or a bunch of y/ns. None of his fans actually like his music. It's all about his looks, insta followers, YouTube views or whatever. He knows the moment he announces the relationship he'll lose his fans. Until it's not official, fans can delude themselves into thinking that they were cosplayers or it was a pr stunt. But it's difficult to live in the delusion when taennie will be confirmed by the tae and jennie themselves.

And in the case of blackpink, if they announce their relationship their fans wouldn't have any problem because most of their fans are girls and the fanboys are usually soft hearted, they're very rare but they won't go on Twitter telling others to stay away from their oppa lol.

Jisoos' bf is an actor I don't think male actor's fans are delusional because they're used to seeing them with other women and actors doesn't market themselves as approachable for fans.

Whereas male idols' whole persona is manufactured to service fans. Makes them seem approachable. And make the idols available to fans so much so that fans will star to think that they actually have a chance with their idols.

That's why kpop bg teenage fangirls are so creepy and obsessive. Because to them male idols are perfect and they are actually made to believe that they actually have a chance with them. That's why it's so hard for them to see their idol with other girls. They literally act like their boyfriend cheated on them or something.

So yeah I think this reason also takes a lot of part in the whole taennie situation. But come on. Bts is far away from that phase. We all know they have had relationships and they have sex. Some decent armies are also starting to accept it. And taehyung is an adult ass man. He has enough guts to call fans out for being delusional but then he sees the reaction and backtracks and goes back to feeding them those delusions. It just shows that he's a coward.

There's no way he's gonna make it official anytime soon. Especially when his album is coming.

[consoledacup]

In season 1 in the firsts episodes when Layla and Liv were not talking, I noticed that Liv gave Layla an attitude and acted annoyed every time she saw her. if Liv felt guilty and was the one that ghosted Layla why was she acting that way? was that her way of pushing Layla away to avoid dealing with her guilt?

Yeah, I think there was some of that. Great point! I think there was way more happening with her, too.

Since she wasn't friends with Layla anymore, she was annoyed at Layla's Ms. Perfect persona. Like, she witnessed her best friend go through hell when she lost her mother, and she still couldn't drop the act??

There might have been a part of her that resented Layla for not stepping in and helping her with her addition. This was not a fifteen year old's responsibility, let me make that clear. But it was most likely how she felt.

And on top of all that, she saw how Spencer lit up anytime he saw her. Olivia immediately developed strong feelings for Spencer, and his eyes were solely on Layla. And what's worse, Layla liked him back! Even though she had a boyfriend.

I also wonder if Olivia felt jealous of Layla's situation. Layla lost her mother but maintained her popularity, held on to her boyfriend, got perfect grades, and then had the attention of the new guy. And Olivia OD'd and her life completely changed where she felt like a pariah, couldn't do what she used to do, and had to harbor a secret that filled with her guilt. That's a lot of conflicted feelings.