#(i'm a tad late but just ignore that lol)

[satoruxx]

NORTHERN LIGHTS.

✧ PAIRING: kaeya alberich x fem!reader | 4.5k words

✧ SUMMARY: smut, p -> v, praise, fingering, lots of pining, angst, angsty bc it’s kaeya tbh lol, kaeya lore but it’s vague, also military themes bc sometimes we forget kaeya is a captain and i love the knights of favonius, he’s highkey got commitment issues but i think he’s valid, man is whipped tho, he's just an overthinker and traumatized, also can you tell i’m a med student?

✧ RHEYA'S NOTE: first i have to apologize bc this is SO late??? i got this request back for my 200 event, asking for kaeya with the song northern lights by kennie (which is such a good song). at first i was gonna make it a short little drabble, but the more i wrote, the more i wanted to make it a full fic, which is what ended up happening. kaeya's character has so much depth and i wanted to explore it hehe. northern lights is such a fitting song for him so i just had to go all in. but i'm so sorry that i got to your request so late, hopefully you still enjoy it lovely! (even tho it’s not the main focus in this fic, this is technically my first real smut fic so take it with a grain of salt; i don't think i write it that well LMAO)

it was rare to truly know your own weaknesses, but kaeya knew his a little too well. behind his carefree, unbothered exterior he cared a little too much. he cares a little too much when klee tugs on his fur cape and whines about a scolding she’s gotten from jean, and he ends up indulging her with whatever she’d like. he cares a little too much when rosaria spills just a tad more than usual during her drunken ramblings. he cares a little too much when he sees the discomfort in the face of certain fiery bartender as they speak, and he consistently lies awake and remembers days when that discomfort between them didn’t exist.

it’s a curse, he thinks, because he always ends up feeling too attached to people he knows he shouldn’t be attached to.

even now, his weakness is acting up as he barks orders to his soldiers. they scramble around him as they enter the city, carrying their wounded brethren to safety up at the cathedral. kaeya knows he shouldn’t blame himself but as their captain he feels like he should’ve seen this coming. new recruits wouldn’t be able to handle the hordes of monsters at daduapa gorge—he miscalculated.

“take them to the sisters at the cathedral. sister barbara and the others should be able to heal them,” kaeya commands, clasping one of the men’s shoulders and helping him up to the church. he’s ignoring the now dull throbbing in his side as blood stains his clothes—his soldiers were most important right now. like he said, he cared a little too much.

the nurses had set up a medical station at the cathedral, and in between all the commotion, kaeya’s finally able to hand over the groaning soldier to a nurse, who immediately gets to work.

he then takes a few steps back to assess the damage, grateful that all of his soldiers are getting the attention they needed. he’d hate himself if there were any losses today.

he doesn’t even realize that he’s now leaning against the wall, panting shallowly as blood continues to pour from his abdomen. oh well, he’d wait his turn—only after his soldiers were taken care of.

kaeya shuts his eyes, letting his body rest for a minute.

“you’re wounded.”

his eyes shoot open to see you standing in front of him. he assumes you’re not one of the nuns because your clothes are entirely different. you’re young, appearing to be around his age as you eye his torso critically.

“it appears so,” he answers.

“did someone take a look at you yet?”

“i’d prefer all my soldiers be taken care of first.”

your eyes flash with recognition. “so you’re captain kaeya?”

“indeed i am.” he lets his eyes roam over your concerned features.

you give him a small smile before continuing with a sigh. “i can safely tell you that all the wounded are being treated. i’m still an apprentice so i’m only here to deal with the non fatal injuries. like yours, captain.” you crouch down in front of him, fingers reaching towards his clothing with a silent question of permission. he lets his hand slacken as he gives you a nod and you attempt to peel back as many layers as you can to asses the damage before you’re motioning him towards a tent.

a few minutes later and kaeya is letting you strip his torso bare until you have a full view of his injury. your fingers brush over the wounded skin gently, and he wonders if you even touched him at all. “it’s long, but not too deep. a few stitches and you should be alright. if you’re okay with it, i’ll get started,” you tell him.

kaeya wants to tell you that he’s no stranger to the pain of injuries, but he finds something oddly refreshing about your comforting attitude, so he just says yes and lets you begin to work.

you thread through the skin with a delicate hand and despite the sting he honestly can’t even focus on it, choosing instead to analyze your features.

he realizes that you’re awfully pretty.

kaeya makes small talk with you as you work, partly to stay awake through the pain and mostly because he can’t stop his curiosity. he finds out your name, your hobbies, your goals. you may not have the most exciting life but kaeya thinks there’s something so alluring about you it makes him a little dizzy. he's not sure what it is, but he thinks about it the whole time you tend to his wound. realization hits when you finally finish, looking up at him with a smile, and kaeya realizes that your eyes hold the stars in them.

it’s hard to explain but when kaeya watches you work, nose scrunching in the dim lighting of the tent, he thinks you remind him of home.

(kaeya has chased the stars for as long as he can remember. he remembers shouting with diluc in the grass behind the winery, the two of them reaching for celestia because the stars up there were so undeniably pretty.

"we're never gonna get them!" diluc would laugh, trying hard to balance kaeya on his little shoulders. "they're too far…"

and kaeya only grins down at him toothily, raising his fists to the sky. "no way! i'll catch them one day!"

and yet his whole childhood went by without being able to capture the stars. as he grew older he started to learn that it was impossible to steal what the sky so selfishly held on to.

but even as an adult, kaeya knows to appreciate the stars when he gets the privilege to see them in the sky.

especially after he finally seems to find them in the dim glow of a medical tent.)

he hates to admit how often his eyes seek you out after that one encounter. sometimes he’ll see you at the cat's tail, giggling with your friends as you slam tcg cards down on the table triumphantly. other times he’ll catch a glimpse of you at good hunter, chewing on a quick meal as you browse through a book. almost every time he gets caught staring you only smile and offer him a little wave that sends his brain into a frenzy.

(maybe in another life kaeya would allow himself the luxury. he’d let himself go through the motions for you. let himself stress every time you threw a glance his way. work up the courage to ask you out on saturday afternoon. finally get the chance to press his lips to yours. trace your skin with nimble fingers and have the privilege to call you his.

in another life maybe.

but for now he’ll just keep you his own little secret—a guilty pleasure he’ll indulge in because it’s hard to rid an addiction, especially if you don’t have the will to rid it in the first place.)

kaeya’s messed up this summer. he knows it in his soul that he’s made the wrong decision as he watches you babble about something as you lean against his bare chest, still basking in your own afterglow.

he knows that he should have resisted the temptation. as soon as he and the troops got back and he saw you sitting in a secluded corner at angel’s share he knew that his feelings for you hadn’t dissolved.

they say absence makes the heart grow fonder and kaeya only now knows this to be true because just the sight of you sends his mind into a frenzy. you could probably feel his gaze on you because you look up from the book you’re reading and make straight eye contact with him. for a second, he wants to turn away but then you smile at kaeya like you’ve never once forgotten him, and he’s putty. before he knows it, he’s buying you a drink and walking over to your little corner to make himself comfortable.

it’s a slow descent for him because in his head he knows he shouldn’t get too attached. he’ll leave again soon with the troops, and who knows maybe he’ll leave them behind one day too. his future has always looked so clouded to him, and he knows you belong in the sun. he’d like to leave you there in the light—avoid dragging you into his darkness.

so he tries to keep it simple, occasionally meeting you for a drink or catching up around the city. but then you’re showing him your favorite place to study near starfell lake and he’s showing you his favorite stars while laying on his back on starsnatch cliff. and he knows he can’t avoid it.

soon enough he’s giving into everything he said he wouldn’t, finally finding out what you taste like. finally knowing how his name sounds when it falls from your lips.

it's more addicting than he could've predicted, the feeling of your breath against his skin as you pant out his name. kaeya can't even bring himself to pull away from you to stop and think for a second. if he did then maybe he could slap some sense into himself and draw some distance because archons above he was digging himself deeper into this hole. but he can't, not when you're gripping his shoulders as he presses you against the wall of his bedroom, whining into his lips for all that he can give you.

and kaeya is nothing if not generous.

so he indulges both you and himself—the perfect mix of selfless and selfish as he guides you to his bed, nimble fingers loosening the ties of your clothing until you're bare in front of him. he can see the bashfulness settling into your cheeks and he almost feels like goading for just a minute, but he decides he'll be nice.

you've always deserved a nice guy anyway.

he tries to push that thought away, instead distracting himself with the heat of your body, his fingers dancing along your skin eagerly. maybe, just this one night, he can let it be about you two. he can afford to forget about all the old promises he's made—all the responsibilities and duties he devoted himself to a lifetime ago.

kaeya ignores the flush of heat crawling up his neck as he hovers over you, caging your body underneath his as you squirm in anticipation. he understands—the tightness in his pants is enough for him to feel the same. but he's not worried about that, not when his fingers part your thighs eagerly, brushing over heated skin and finding slick wetness there as he dips into your cunt. he hears the sharp intake of breath, the quiet restrained moan, and he preens. kaeya revels in the sounds he pulls from your lips as his fingers curl against your slick heat, your head lolling back against his pillows.

there's a possessive streak of something that cuts through him then—something that tells him how he aches to be the only one who gets to hear those sounds.

it makes him slightly sick.

kaeya realizes then—he's been quite stupid when it comes to you. he's kept the maelstrom of feelings brewing in his soul trapped under all his bravado, arrogant and cowardly all at once. he needs to tell you, needs to be honest because this isn't something he can trick his way out of.

but all he wants to do is run. run so far away from you because he doesn't want you to to get caught up in his own ruin. you're far too good for him, too sweet and carefree to be tainted by his sin-laden hands. he needs to run.

but he does none of that, not when he's guiding his fingers to the apex of your thighs and exploring territory he knows he shouldn't claim. because then you look at him with an expression so blissful—so thankful, relieved that he's giving you a part of himself he never wanted to—and he can't even be angry about it.

kaeya presses his lips to the swell of your chest, feeling the rapid thumping of your heart under your skin, and he shuts his eyes as he breathes out your name. you answer with a resounding mewl, catching his eyes even through the dark strands of his hair.

he then chooses to focus on pumping his fingers in and out of your cunt because archons do you look heavenly when your eyes roll back like that.

but it scares him, the way you leave him open and exposed and aching even when he doesn't want to be.

in his head you're perfect, all bright and glowing under him as you chant his name like he's some kind of savior. but kaeya isn't a savior—if anything he's destruction in human form, sent by the heavens to wreak havoc on those around him. he'd destroyed enough already—he doesn't think he can do it to you too.

but archons the way you're looking at him now, from under fluttering lashes and dewy eyes that shine even brighter when they're trained on him—begging, pleading, and oh so trusting of him and every thing he wants to give you. he can't even help himself.

"i know, sweet girl," he sighs, voice strained as you buck your hips just perfect—a temptress, sent to lead him to his doom. and yet he can't stop his fingers from pushing back your hair from your sweaty skin, knowing that he should be careful because he doesn't want to destroy something as fragile as this.

"kaeya please," your breath comes out in short desperate pants, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt and sliding it off his shoulders haphazardly.

"i know," he repeats, reaching down to heft your thigh over his waist as he slots his hips against your own, biting back a groan at the sensitive brush against his cock—throbbing, aching, needy.

"ah fuck," he's almost shy at the way his voice shakes as he lines his cock up, the heat and slickness of your cunt a teasing caress against his sensitive head. he drops his forehead against your shoulder, breathing heavily even before he's inside you because something about this makes him so incredibly nervous. a single desperate whine and the soft squeeze of your fingers into his biceps and he's stilling—breath catching, heart pounding.

for a moment, he doesn't even feel like himself. he's not anything, no one.

and then he slides in and kaeya knows that there will never be anything better—another experience that would feel this right in his life.

he pulls out a little, gaze lingering at the sweat beading at your forehead, and something in his chest stutters. "okay?" he traces your face for any hint of hesitation—of the nervousness that he feels in his gut, but all he finds is a stormy mix of desire and devotion.

"uh huh," reassurance, stability—everything he isn't. his brows pinch, eyes shutting because he doesn't want you to know.

he's pulled out of the whirlwind that is his thoughts when he feels your fingers on his cheek, brushing over his skin gently. his eyes snap open, and even through the haze he can feel himself relaxing under your touch, because the way you're looking at him is so undeniably loving and it makes his stomach flip.

"you okay?" you whisper, looking up at him carefully, and kaeya feels as though you've put him between the halves of a microscope slide to analyze him.

"i'm fine," he breathes out, not a lie but not the whole truth either. "don't worry."

his words do little to quell you, but one roll of his hips has your eyes fluttering, a choked moan escaping your throat, and the sound makes his pride sing.

there's an image then—hazy and yet so obvious as his brain registers it. the implications behind it makes his stomach churn.

quiet smiles, hazy kisses, soft goodbyes—and then the inevitable distance as he crosses over the border separating your world from his. a lone figure standing in the streets of mondstadt, always waiting for him to come back. always disappointed.

you buck your hips upward, blissfully unaware of the torrent of conflicting emotions in his head. kaeya's brain short-circuits, and then he's pushing back, a steady rhythm against your gummy walls that takes the breath out of your lungs. you savor every thrust, punctuated by the sharp grunts he lets out against your throat.

your fingers rake over his back, desperate and needy and focused on one thing only—kaeya, kaeya, kaeya.

"that's it sweetheart," he doesn't have any more control—not on his mind, his body, his mouth. they've all escaped his grasp, too spurred on by you and everything you're willing to offer him.

"'s okay…ah fuck…it's okay," kaeya groans into the column of your throat, not sure whether he's telling you or himself. the clench of your walls sends him spiraling, hips picking up the pace as he pistons his cock in and out—trying to find out just how far he can go.

then he hits one spot, and his vigilant gaze catches the way your jaw slackens, eyes glazing over even as they roll back and a shaky moan escapes your throat—surprised, unexpecting. his ego jumps.

an experimental roll of his hips against the same spot and you make a sound so unhinged that he finds himself already addicted to it. and to tease is in his nature.

"yeah? right there?" he drawls, masking his anxiousness with his bravado once again.

"right there," you whimper, nodding meekly as you grip his shoulders. he huffs out a soft laugh, pressing a gentle kiss to your eyelids like he's trying to kiss away the tears that have gathered there. you preen under his ministrations—it feels a little too domestic.

he understands. it scares him, but he understands. he wonders what the point of worrying is—wonders why he's letting his paranoid brain taint this moment that he'd been waiting for. the only solution left is to ignore it. because you're here, writhing underneath him in the throes of pleasure, vulnerable and trusting and just for him. he should give you what you deserve after all.

so kaeya pushes every other thought out of his head, only focused on you and making you feel good because that's what someone like you deserves—everything you desire laid at your feet.

he presses a chaste kiss to your mouth, paired with a languid roll of his hips as he quietly groans. "okay…." his voice comes out an octave lower, pushed down by the barely concealed need for you. "okay sweet girl. i've got you."

another searing kiss as he breathes through his nose, picking up the pace again as he slams his cock into the spot that makes you see stars. your moans get louder even as they remain muffled against his lips, and kaeya can't help but dig his fingers into the meat of your thigh, leaving behind finger shaped dents in the plushy skin.

a claim—possessive, desperate, selfish.

your kisses become sloppier as kaeya leads you closer to the edge, walls clenching around the length of him, tighter with every thrust he delivers. the chants of his name have become almost reverent, and kaeya thinks his name couldn't possibly sound more beautiful than in that moment. he wonders if he could be blessed to hear it for the remainder of his life, and the thought sends pure unadulterated need through him.

his hips stutter, red hot fire coursing through his chilled veins—building, climbing, overwhelming as every sense goes fuzzy with heat. his grunts become more irregular, in time with the reckless thrusts of his cock as your cunt tightens around him greedily.

his cock twitches as you suck him in eagerly, feeling every ridge and vein as he grunts and groans and tightens his hold on you—unyielding, unrelenting, selfish.

your eyes stay locked on his even as your orgasm rips through you, and kaeya sees celestia in them—brighter than ever before. your muscles spasm, clenching almost painfully as you tremble and writhe underneath him, and he follows you to the doorstep of nirvana with a throaty groan. his hips stutter, twitching and throbbing as he pants out a broken chorus of your name and every praise that doesn't do you justice.

then he drops his forehead against yours, watching your eyelids flutter—celestial stars dim. a soft brush of your lips against his.

your muscles go lax, every guard dropped just for him—trust he realizes, trust he doesn't deserve. he doesn't know how to tell you that.

because even after everything—when you're curled up against his chest, skin warm and dewy against his own, he does not think about how he adores the feeling of your hair brushing against his arm, nor does he focus on the soft tickle of your breathing washing over him. instead he thinks about how he's ruined it all, how he's dragged you into him, and how he needs to let you go before he destroys you completely.

at the end of the summer, kaeya tells you he can’t.

“what are you talking about?” you ask him, a light chuckle escaping your lips as you barely focus on his words. your nose is buried in some medical text, and kaeya thinks that the universe is punishing him now by making him repeat himself.

“us. we shouldn’t have…” he sighs, shoulders dropping. “i mean, we should stop…seeing each other.”

he can practically feel the way his words pull your attention and when he looks up he sees the way your grip on the book has slackened. there’s panic settling in your eyes, mixed with a bit of confusion. a conflicted emotion runs across your face and kaeya’s fingers itch to touch you. “w-why?”

it’s a simple question and he should have no problem answering it, but he struggles to get the words out, his throat constricting uncomfortably. “it was fine in the summer, when i was back here with the troops. but now i’ll have to leave and-“

“so what?” you question, turning in your seat to face him completely. his eyes drop to the shirt you’re wearing, his shirt, and he feels his heart squeezing.

“so-“ he gulps, head spinning as he tries to explain himself. he doesn’t even have a proper answer—he just knows that this is his only option. because there’s no way in hell he deserves this kind of comfort, this kind of happiness. “so i cant-“

“can’t what, kaeya?” you stress, voice going slightly higher and he only then sees the real fear in your expression.

he pauses, mulling over his words and the bitter taste they’re leaving in his mouth. he can feel the sting of your pleading stare, and he swallows hard. “can’t stay,” he finally answers, and he’s shocked at how miserable he sounds.

you look at him like he’s insane, and honestly he feels like he might be. you’re confused and rightfully so, because there are so many remnants of him left in your space, so clearly evident the impact he’s left on you.

“can’t or won’t?”

kaeya’s eyes snap up to yours, because the tremor in your voice sends a jolt of fear down to his stomach, churning and roiling until it makes him sick.

he regrets looking, because he can feel himself breaking then and there.

you’re looking at him with these shining eyes and he swears that he’s glimpses them again—the brightest stars he’s ever had the privilege of seeing. for a second he thinks the light of those stars might disappear because that’s what always happens. but they remain, glowing against the backdrop of your irises and he’s captivated all over again.

his plans to leave you in tears fly out the window then and there.

he’s reaching for your cheeks in less than a second, holding them delicately as he lets his thumbs brush over your teary lashes. there’s a reasonable bit of confusion in your face at his sudden change, but when he leans down to kiss you, you don’t protest, melting into him even though he’s so undeniably cold. kaeya doesn’t even realize he’s saying he loves you, choosing to murmur it against your lips because it’s not meant for anyone else to hear—just the two of you.

he remains there, in the quiet darkness of your room for the rest of the night, because he doesn’t want to leave your side even after he told himself he would.

and yes, he dreads tomorrow. he dreads tomorrow because he knows that he will have to choose between the comfortable home he’s found in you or the dark abyss that has swallowed his past.

he’s scared that the more he allows himself to fall into you, and the more he finds that your eyes are the ones that hold the stars of celestia, then the easier his choice will become.

he’s been chasing the stars for so long after all. now that he finally has them, why in teyvat would he let them go?

[jester-lover]

Hello again! As you know I'm here for the opened requests))

Could you please write a scenario with Leona and gn!reader on their very first date? Reader is very excited since its their first date ever, but since its the start of their relationship they're still a tad bit shy to initiate any romantic actions (holding hands, hugging, kissing etc).

Thank you so much for bringing so many awesome fics to so many fandoms, and I can't wait to read new ones in the future!! 💞

First Date

Feat/Leona

Thank you so much for your support and uplifting words! I’m honored to have a lovely audience like y’all, and I'm so sorry these requests are coming in slower, I've been too busy lately.

CWs/gn! Reader, fluff, shyness, nervousness

(also, this gif is so Leona) @nickson-lol

Taking another deep breath, you adjusted your shirt again while looking at your reflection in the small closet mirror. No matter what you tried, something just felt off about your look. You felt a bit deflated as you decided to ignore it and put on your socks.

The walk to Savanaclaw was a little better than your closet debacle. It was a calm evening, and it gave you some time to think back on the last few days.

Leona had asked you out on a date about two days before, giving you proper time to plan out an outfit and clear out space in your (extremely hectic) schedule. You had had an eye on Leona for a few months now, and the feeling of butterflies in your chest whenever he spoke to you was nothing you’d ever experienced before. His genuine, calm, but still fiery and protective nature was everything you needed in a partner.

As you thought back and got closer to Savanaclaw, you felt the same nervousness rise up in your stomach, slowing you down as you saw him waiting by the dorm’s great structures. The only surprise you still had to look out for was what exactly the date would be.

Leona was wearing what he wore regularly, but there was something elevated about his look, as if he simply tried to put himself together a little better in the morning. The fading light of the setting sun made his tanned skin glow a lustrous golden.

He looked absolutely perfect, and his presence felt so comforting and gentle. For once in your unexpected dorm life, you wholeheartedly felt at home. He smiled softly at you once he saw you and sauntered up to you.

“Hey, I found this little spot by the botanical gardens where the sky is super clear at night.”

The nervousness inside of you mixed with a strange and new feeling of excitement, and you held his hand as he guided you both farther than the place you’d usually meet up. When you got there, you marveled at the quietness of the spot. 

It was a small clearing amongst tall grass and wildflowers, where a checkered picnic blanket laid out amongst a calm night atmosphere.

Leona laid himself flat against the blanket, gesturing to you to come lay down next to him. The nervousness had fluttered in and out of your mind as you laid opposite him and looked up at the beauty of the clear stars and crescent moon.

You felt yourself calming down as he placed his hand on top of yours, smiling as a future with him settled in your heart.

[collecting-stories]

Sweet Nothings - Remus Lupin

Request: Remus lupin is so sweet nothing. Please I’m begging 🙏

Summary: Just Remus and the reader being cute and talking about reading aloud, eating toast, and having tea.

A/N: There's a whole paragraph about a backstory that I was going to expand on but then decided against it so now its just sitting there as backstory that goes nowhere lol.

TS Anthology Series | Harry Potter Masterlist

...all that you ever wanted from me was nothing...

Molly was still making the rounds, saying goodbye to everyone and making them each individually promise that, should any trouble arise, they would owl her and Arthur immediately. You were a tad too old for surrogate parents though you couldn't deny the warm feeling that always settled over you at the feeling of a too-tight hug and kiss on the head. Molly had a way of making you feel happy to be coddled instead of annoyed, as you so often found yourself with affection these days.

Everything felt forced and performative and overreaching, like every hug was just you trying to convince yourself that things outside of Grimmuald Place were not what they were. Kingsley passed you in the hallway on his way to the floo, nodding a goodbye as you ignored the staircase and walked into the dining room. 

In fifth year you had dated a boy whose family was friends with the Blacks and you'd been to a Christmas party with him here, where you cowered awkwardly in the corner of a room until he snuck you off to the library to make out. At the time you were 15 and Voldemort was dead (or so they claimed) and you had very little exposure to that most noble house of Black and their relatives. Now, in your late twenties, working at the Ministry with Kingsley, you found yourself well-exposed to all the inner-workings of the family drama. Both the Blacks and the Order, and supremely familiar with 12 Grimmuald Place. 

"You've got stuck washing up?" You took the short flight of steps down into the kitchen and walked to where Remus was standing over the sink (shirtsleeves rolled to his elbows and suds from the sponge clinging to his hands). 

"So it seems," he replied, shutting off the faucet and reaching for the tea towel, wiping his hands dry so he could take a sip of tea from the mug he had sitting beside the sink, "has everyone left?"

"They were when I snuck out," you reached around him, taking the mug and stealing a sip from it, "had to come all the way back here to say goodnight to you."

"Is that what you're doing?" He questioned, taking the mug back. 

"It's what I'm pretending to do," you replied. 

Your new found familiarity with the Black Family home had everything to do with Remus, who had been staying with his best friend since Mad-Eye and Kingsley had determined the house to be the safest place for Sirius to outlive his fugitive status (and probably for a significant time before that too). The house had become an unofficial gathering for the business of Voldemort's return months prior to the Order's official reinstatement and you had, in all that time, gotten to know the house and it's occupants (Remus in particular) very well. 

"It's no use," he held the tea towel out to you, a silent request to dry the dishes he washed, "Molly already knows. Which means everyone else does as well."

"What? How do you know she knows?" You asked. You knew you shouldn't be nearly as surprised as you were by the news, Molly mothered seven children after all. The woman had eyes (and ears) in the back of her head. "Also, why do you insist on washing up the muggle way?"

"It's relaxing." He shrugged, ignoring your other question for the moment. 

"Dirty dishes relax you?" You laughed, "you're a very strange man." 

"You must be quite strange then as well, seeing as you've chosen to share a bed with me." He said, voice dropping conspiratorially lower, as though he was sharing some kind of secret with you as he leaned in close. 

You nudged him away with your elbow, hands full of a plate and the rag you were drying it with. "How did Molly know?"

He shrugged, "I haven't the slightest idea, she came up to me at the last meeting and told me she knew about us. Very accusatory, I might add, as though she had caught me in the act."

"Perhaps she did," you teased, "you're very handsy you know."

"I've never been accused of being handsy before in my life," he replied, "perhaps you're thinking of yourself."

"That must be it," you teased, pinching the bit of skin that appeared just above his slacks as he reached to place some dried plates back in the cupboard. He managed to swat at your hand with his, frowning at you as if you weren't in Sirius' kitchen but in fact back at Hogwarts, some teacher just around the corner waiting to nab you. 

"I was going to set a pot for tea if you'd like some," Remus offered, setting the last of the now clean dishes back into their home before moving further down the counter to where the stove sat. 

"Depends," you mused, taking the kettle off the stovetop for him and filling it with water.

"Depends," he echoed, "on what?"

"Will you be reading?" You asked. 

Peace was hard to come by in a war, even when you were far from the actual fighting. When you'd first moved into Grimmuald Place you felt very much like you were suffocating in the morose silence of the home. There was no peace inside the walls. But then, by a stroke of luck and chronic insomnia, you'd come across Remus in the library, sitting by the fire reading and having a cup of tea. He'd happily made you one and then he read aloud to you and it was the first time since agreeing to help Kingsley and Dumbledore with the Order business (truly the first time since there'd been any inkling of Voldemort's return four years earlier) that you'd felt any semblance of peace. 

"Naturally." 

You passed off two mugs to him from the cupboard in the far corner. Sirius had 'therapeutically' broken every piece of china that his mother had perserved in the cabinet and replaced them with various (and often truly ridiculous) muggle kitchenware. The mugs you passed on to Remus now were a set that advertised muggle kings and queens of England.

"I read once that Mary Tudor was actually a witch, you know? Her mother apparently was from a pureblood family and it was rather scandalous that she married Henry. It was muggles then, I believe, that Mary was burning at the stake."

"Catherine of Aragon was a pureblood witch? I think you're making things up at this point," you replied, admiring the way the sleeves of his cardigan threatened to fall down over his hands as he worked.

"It's true, or at least the book I read claimed it to be. I've not given it the time to research properly. It also said she killed Arthur," he replied. 

"Suppose it said Mary was a slytherin?" You teased.

"Could've been." 

"Where's Sirius when I need him to tell you that you're full of shit," you laughed, "off the topic of English royalty though-"

"It's not so impossible to imagine that at least a small portion of the monarchy were witches or wizards." He cut in, insistent to make the point whether he was certain of its validity or not.

"Off the topic," you repeated, stressing the words as best you could, "I've bought you something. And you're talking such nonsense I nearly forgot to give it to you."

"You've bought me something?"

"Yes," you went back to the bag you'd brought that evening, sitting on the chair you'd once been occupying for the meeting, a few non-perishable groceries still sitting inside, and pulled out a container. "It's pumpkin butter, for your toast." You placed the small glass jar on the counter and pushed it toward him.

"Where did you get it?" He asked, lifting it and turning it over in his hands. There were no distinct markings on the outside, just a plain glass mason jar with a lid secured on.

"A market in Bathgate. Went over the weekend to see my mum...she's talking about leaving Scotland, think perhaps she means it this time." You mouth did something resembling a frown (or the beginning of one) before you forced a smile, "as it is, the seller informed me that she grows her own pumpkins and everything." 

"Looks very intriguing."

"It's a bribe, so that you'll read more Silmarillion," you explained, leaning against the counter to be closer to him. In truth, he probably didn't need to be bribed to do anything you asked of him, he simply needed to be asked. And sometimes, not even. But he had claimed, after the last evening you spent reading together over a kettle of tea and plates of jammy toast, that he was going to quit reading to you if you didn't stop falling asleep.

"I was only teasing, before," Remus clarified, an especially soft look on his face, as though he believed that you had taken him seriously when he said he wouldn't read with you anymore, "I'm not really bothered that you fall asleep. I know you've been having trouble getting rest."

"Says you, when was the last time you had a good night's sleep?" You questioned, buttering a skillet to toast bread on, "the last time you fell asleep it was sitting up, trying to read the daily prophet over a bowl of porridge."

"Yes, I remember," Remus replied, thinking of the porridgy goop that had stuck to his elbow when he'd accidentally dropped his arm into his bowl.

"We both need sleep then," you replied. "Desperately it would seem."

"How do you suggest we go about getting it? Considering how busy you are during the day and how adverse I am to napping in the afternoon."

"We go to bed at a reasonable hour?" You offer, laughing on the end of the sentence. There hadn't been a night this week that hadn't been overtaken by a meeting. If not a meeting then simply someone (Mad-Eye or Kingsley or someone equally in a hurry) dropped in to give news or request assistance or speak in hushed tones to the three of you in the kitchen about the changing climate of the wizarding world. Even Grimmuald Place seemed unable to shelter you from the chaos that reigned outside. 

"Splendid idea, are you suggesting we start tonight?" He asked, glancing quickly at his watch as if to remind you how late it was already.

"Seems a shame to waste perfectly goody slices of bread...and you've only just made tea," you replied. Despite your own suggestion you weren't the slightest bit tired and imagined you wouldn't even begin to be until you had finished off your toast and tea and were bundled in Remus' cardigan listening to him read aloud. 

"Excellent point," Remus noted, not ready to fight with sleep either, "shall we head to the library?"

"We should light a fire this time," you suggested, and then, "oh god! You think that's how Molly knows?"

"What?" 

"Do you think that's how Molly knows we're together?" You clarified, though not enough because Remus still looked somewhat confused.

"How? I don't know what you're referring to."

"When Arthur flooed in...to see about the incident near Buckingham and we were-"

"Ah," Remus cut you off, his cheeks going red at the reminder, as though he were not a man in his mid-thirties, perfectly allowed to do what he wanted (or who he wanted, in this case) without being shy about it. "I would say so yes."

"Well best to light a fire then, don't want to shock anyone else, even if Molly has put the word out."

"Are you expecting something to happen?" He asked, following you out into hallway, mugs of tea in hand.

"I have two very distinct reactions to you reading aloud Remus," you replied, "who's to say what tonight's will be."

"Merlin's beard."

[indecisive-dizzy]

Alright the Gravity Falls brain rot is kicking in (aka I watched a 4hr video overanalyzing ATOTS <3 iykyk)

So have a loosely thought out concept of a hypothetical Welcome Home x Gravity Falls au with my "Hear me out!"s This is a long one, you've been warned <3

Wally - Dipper

Sally - Mabel

Julie - Stanley

Frank - Stanford

Eddie - Soos

Barnaby - Wendy

Poppy - Abuelita

Howdy - Gideon

Home - Bill???

Ok hear me out! (under the cut) Please ignore typos <3

Very quick clarification! For this au everyone is at least in their teens and I'm gonna add their ages as I elaborate. Ok? Ok!

Gonna Start with Poppy and Eddie. In this hypothetical au Poppy is Not Eddie's grandmother. Originally I thought of assigning Poppy the role of Lazy Susan but I wanted her to have a closer connection to the rest of the cast. And Abuelita fit the role well enough for me! She's just a sweet homebody who wants to knit and bake in peace. Eddie tells her all about work and Wally and Sally visit. <3

So Poppy and Eddie live together as Roommates/Family. Poppy took Eddie in as a teen (16ish) when she was in her early 20s (22-23?) He views her as a big sister. And she views him as a little brother. Anxiety siblings <3 (yes I hc Eddie has anxiety) Eddie started working for the shack soon after being taken under Poppy's wing. He's a tad forgetful and clumsy but is a very reliable handy man and a good friend! He's got a big heart and worries about Julie sometimes.

Currently, as in the time the au takes place, Eddie is 24 and Poppy is 30-31.

Julie and Frank would in fact make a Fantastic Mabel and Dipper. Tbh I think I've seen the comparison before. Which is exactly why I'm not doing it! They're not twins here but they are childhood friends and very close in age, Frank being slightly older. Currently, Julie is 57(?) and Frank is 58(?). (Ages aren't confirmed, all I know is I want them to be A Bit younger than the Stans. Currently this would put them in their late 20s at the time of the portal incident)

I feel like people sometimes forget that Frank is not against resorting to violence lol. Which is great for post portal Ford (and maybe Paranoia era Ford. bbg was not afraid to use that crossbow.) And Julie is a girl bossing business woman! She's scamming people selling breen to the tourists! Whatever that is! Tbh Big inspo for this decision is Relativity Falls, like I said these two make for great mystery twins.

So! Wally (15) as a teenage Dipper! It's just Wally but his curiosity is bumped to 100. Still the same lil guy but he's got a hyperfixation on the supernatural and cryptids. Maybe he hasn't quite figured out his style yet, maybe he's a bit more awkward, I dunno.

He kinda didn't want to spend his summer here but ends up enjoying himself as he makes friends and gets to over indulge his curiosity.

Sally (15) is Wally's adopted sister! By sheer coincidence they have the same birthday but Sally always points out that she's older because she was "born at sunrise!" She's very adventurous and is often the one leading their escapades. I imagine she meets this aus equivalent of Candy and Grenda at the local theater. Very much wants to be her own person, separating herself from the Adopted Twins thing. Not in a bad way! She loves Wally very much but wants people to see her as Sally! Not just "Wally's Sister."

Barnaby (22) is very laid back and so is Wendy. Yeah I don't actually have a lot to say? Um. He does the bare minimum work but is a good friend to Julie. He's real observant and can tell she's not always as bubbly as she seems But she's also his boss so he doesn't pry. Instead just offering a distraction or a rare bit of advice..

Oh! There's a parallel with him and Wally and Wendy and Dipper. Except Wally just wants to be friends with Barnaby but doesn't quite know how to communicate that. Maybe he just kinda follows him around the shack hoping to figure out what to say?

Thinking their relationship is literally the recent quote from Clown's Q&A: "Barnaby meeting Wally felt like business as usual, and Wally meeting Barnaby felt like meeting the whole world." yeah that's it. Sums it up Perfectly <3 Wally thinks Barnaby is really cool and friendly. And he wants a friend who treats him like he's mature. Like he's 15, not 5. And Barnaby does that right out the gate. Calls him kid but obviously doesn't treat him like a small child.

Ahem. Capitalism. Howdy's (21) a filthy capitalist and wants the shack for Profit. I don't think he'd resort to literal breaking and entering to get the deed? Can't make Profit from jail if he gets caught. But he's definitely trying to buy the property off of Julie. Maybe we stray further from Gravity Falls canon and say he gets an early redemption bc I'm a sucker for this goof. It would be sometime after taking the shack (and losing it.) Oh but he does summon the Evil. Can't break the law if the law doesn't account for Interdimensional Demons!

On that note, Yes Howdy could be Stanley. But again. That's the easy way out! Also in my brain that would make,, idk Barnaby? Ford. And I couldn't do that.

Ok final (wh) character. Home. So I'm on the side of Home Isn't Evil/The Antagonist. He's just a guy (house)! A sassy fella! But someone's gotta be the Eldritch Horror and Unfortunately, Home,,, well he's a lil quirky!

But idk How to incorporate Home. They speak in onomatopoeias! They're a house! Is Home now a Vague 2D House Shaped Demon? Do the have Limbs? Wear a top hat? Do they talk now? Home speaking words feels cursed. But I genuinely don't what else to do? Maybe we suspend our disbelief and they still talk through banging shutters. Everyone just understands them bc Cartoon logic pffff maybe they have subtitles projected into your brain that only you can see idk lol.

So obviously there's Way more GF characters than there are WH characters. insert characters [(y/n)] aren't my thing for aus so that's a no go for me personally. I imagine the town is filled with characters we've heard of outside the neighbors (Ma Beagle of course lives in town.) Maybe some of Howdy's family is here who knows. And the rest would be randos or ocs I guess! Tho I don't believe Julie's siblings are in town.

Anywho this is all hypothetical and I made it up and retyped things as I went along. I wanted to ramble some nonsense so I did! If you read it, Awesome! You sure did that!

[lemonnere]

.⭐🍀 INTRO POST 🍀⭐.

Heyo there, my name is Nere! I'm an artist/animator who loves sharing my silly drawings and interests :] Here I'll mostly be sharing my art, from fully rendered drawings to doodles, and I'll occasionally yap about my interests lol. I hope you like my stuff! Click below to read more (important cuz it includes my BYI and DNI)

🌲More about me:🌲

- 20 years old

- he/him + she/her pronouns

- gay and asexual

- Spanish 🇪🇸, speaks fluent Spanish, English and Catalan + a bit of Japanese

- Animation student at U-Tad university

- Self-shipper (nothing serious tho + I'm totes sharing!)

🌻Some interests:🌻

- Your turn to Die (current)

- Regular Show (current)

- The Amazing World of Gumball

- Deponia

- Danganronpa

- Animal Crossing

- Splatoon

- Sonic and Mario games

- Pokémon

- Horror RPGs, analog horror, liminal spaces

- Happy Tree Friends

- Undertale/Deltarune

- Cookie Run

💚F/OS:💚

📋Benson Dunwoody (Regular Show)

🍳🔎Kai Satou and Keiji Shinogi (YTTD)

🪨☁️Larry Needlemeyer and Steve Small (TAWOG)

🖋️Ryota Mitarai (Danganronpa)

💼Brian Pasternack (Yuppie Psycho)

🦎Cletus (Deponia)

‼️BYI:‼️

- I'm very shy and I have anxiety, paranoia and trust issues :'D I may not show it but don't be surprised if I end up venting one day, I've been going through a rough time lately. I also use a lot of tone indicators. ALSO please if you DM me make sure to not make your message only be "hello/hi" it makes me super nervous please specify the reason why you DM'd me.

- Please only follow me if you're genuinely interested in my art. I've had a lot of people unfollowing me the second I posted something from another fandom or OCs :( I'm multifandom so please keep in mind that while I draw a lot of stuff for my current fixations I may want to change a bit from time to time!

- You're free to use my art as profile pics, banners, etc. but PLEASE always credit me. If you have Toyhouse and upload my art there make sure to credit my TH acc! (@Lemonere) <3 Please don't trace, copy or post my art without my permission/credit.

- My comms are open so DM me if interested! (I'm a bit slower when I have exams tho) My art trades are open to CLOSE friends only but if I open them to the public I post letting everyone know!

- I accept drawing requests related to my interests but due to a massive burnout experience I had last year I will take it easier and just do the ones I feel like it whenever I feel like it, but don't be shy to drop em in my ask box <3 (multiple requests from the same person is fine but please don't bombard me bc I'll just do the ones I want aaa) [needless to say, I won't respond to asks or accept requests that make me uncomfortable.]

- I sometimes love drawing stuff involving horror, blood/gore, angsty things etc. I'll make sure to tag that stuff if it's too sensitive! If it makes you uncomfortable you can just ignore or block.

- I'm aware there's yumeshippers who are strictly non-sharing, I want to make it clear that I selfship for fun and comfort but it's nothing deep, I'm sharing with everyone and I don't claim to like x character more or less than anyone. If my presence makes you uncomfy, please block and ignore me but don't harass me. :(

- I only go by he/him/she/her pronouns, I don't like using gender identity labels for myself so please only see me as a guy or a gal and that's it! <3 please don't use they/them or other pronouns for me ("they" is only fine if you forgot or did it accidentally <3)

💔DNI:💔

- Proshippers and comshippers

- Ped0s, z00s, racist people, people against the LGBTQ+ community, basic criteria yk

- Anyone willing to harass me or my friends

- Art thieves

- Cringe culture (I just wanna have fun :()

- People making me uncomfy and/or disrespecting my boundaries

⬇️STRAWPAGE (for drawings only), TOYHOUSE, YOUTUBE AND COMMISSION SHEET LINKS⬇️

[scapegoated-if]

If you're not too sick of hearing opinions about this yet lol, I admit that as a brown woman I was a tad disappointed when I first saw that the MC could only be white. But most IFs only let you choose skin colour and it doesn't have any effect in-game anyway, so I was open to seeing how it would turn out. And I can confirm I'm now 100% on board and obsessed with your WIP 🤩. Honestly it's such a gem, finding it made my day!

Firstly, it's really well written. I love the variety in choices that you've given us and also how the flirt options can be subtle, sometimes just physical gestures. It feels realistic. I think you really capture the vibe of the time period as well. I love all the little name drops, not just of people but places and events too.

Character wise I ADORE Vince 🥹, I love the longing and both of them trying to hold back (and failing in my game lol, I definitely replayed to see if something would happen in the hotel room if MC doesn't hook up with Fleur). Not to mention the clear soft spot he has for the MC (I'm definitely team “he's in love with MC”). Will we ever hear any of the songs he’s written about her that he's “lost count” of??. I really like Penn too, and I'm intrigued by Leon (don't worry I'm not going to beg for him to become an RO lol). I thought the scene where MC is trying to distract him from his book by poking him in the face and fixing his eyeliner whilst he ignores her was cute, lol. It shows their comfort & familiarity with each other in a realistic way.

I'm so intrigued by the cliffhanger too… (this was literally my face when I realised the demo ended there: :o). It already shows the need for the genderlock, and for what it's worth I love genderlocked female IFs so I hope you don't get too much grief over it. I'm especially excited to see how the MC’s gender affects her experiences.

I was surprised that the MC was from Europe (I'm British!), I wasn't expecting to see Top of the Pops name dropped in an IF lol. It's honestly refreshing since I'm so used to seeing it reversed with American protagonists in a European setting (if you've played the Choices app, most of the books set in Europe somehow have an American MC lol). It's interesting that you mentioned the immigration protests in the UK will be mentioned in-game, since my grandparents immigrated from India in the 70s.

Sorry this is a very long & rambly message…I can't wait for the next chapter, I'm desperate to know what happens next 😭!!

Never apologise about anything (unless you insult me, then I will need a formal apology and financial compensation--I'm joking, mostly). I'm sorry about the race-lock, I do know it's frustrating! But thank you for giving my IF a chance nonetheless; I'm glad it was worth it.

I'm glad you find everything realistic so far. I'm really excited for the next chapter, because the next stop after New York City is California, baby! Laurel Canyon in the late '60s will be so fun to write.

It's also good to hear you think there's enough of a range of options! It's hard to know what's overkill and what's not enough, so I'm relieved.

There's a lot of songs coming! Songwriting for this story has been so challenging, because I really try to write in the style of '70s songs. Sometimes I write them on the train, sometimes I write them in thirty seconds for the sake of while I'm writing (it probably shows--I hate some of them so bad, they're so corny, which is on brand for some of the music at that time, goodness).

And I promise no one is giving me grief, I'm more than happy to answer anything. There's so much I'm itching to cover, you have no idea!

Stay groovy!

[askfreesmart]

If Match gets out of the TLC/LOL...

Here are questions for each Freesmart member about Match;

Ruby, are you going to be happy your other mom is finally free?

Bubble, what would you first say to her?

Book, what do you think of her being free, and the fact that the alliance is now complete?

Ice cube, are you happy with that?

Pencil... Are you finally glad that she's back? If so, go on and kiss your wife, she's waiting..

"So um, as you guys have seen from the post Ruby did WITHOUT PERMISSION."

":3"

".. Match has been freed. There's been some, uh, complications- but we're sorting it. So, with our tiny bit of free time, here's an answer for this! We're probably late but who cares.. Uh, you guys can go in order. Ruby?"

"Other mom?? She's not my mom! I just call Pencil mom because it annoys her!... Though it might annoy Matchy tooo... GOOD IDEA!! I CAN'T WAIT TO CALL HER THAT WHEN I SEE HER AGAIN!"

"What I first said to her, uh.. What did I say? I think I just asked if she was alright. That was my priority, and still is honestly."

"Okay! Um. Honestly? Ugh, I was so nervous. She's- well? She wasn't the best. Pencil wasn't either, but yknow, time passes, people change, of course! So, Pencils gotten more friendly.. I guess me and Icy were just a bit worried about being excluded again. But with everyone back, it does feel nice.. ish?"

"I'm still deciding how I feel."

"Yeah! Uh! Match isn't acting all like.. Her? I mean being locked in a box for that long can do things but... My god."

"And I will be IGNORING my question for how ridiculous it is. Honestly, where did you get the idea that- ugh, you know what. Let your imaginations run wild. I'll go check on Match. I hope she hasn't broken anything..."

(Cough hack wheeze hasn't been over 10 days no... Just saying hi here aha I'm at school and realized fuck I have to do an answer so here THIS is! And officially, the girl, the legend, the icon, Match is free! WOAH! And you guys oh my god I had too much fun planning how she was gonna be.. She'll be her amazing normal self soon she's just a tad bit mad from the LOL so enjoy that HA anyways BYEEE SO SORRY FOR NEGLECTING THIS BLOG 💀)

[aesolerin]

Ignoring the (admittedly tasty) idea (that we both enjoy) that the two of them unwittingly crossed paths before DD1/2, what do you headcanon Jester and Leper's first actual interaction was like?

Honestly, I could see Jester having a huge inherent bias against royalty (which fair, lol). "The idea of a good king is an oxymoron", etc. Which, depending on when he realizes Leper's former profession, could make things tricky. Too soon, he'll be hostile from the get-go; too late, he could feel betrayed to some degree. Meanwhile, I could imagine Leper being just a tad smitten from the get-go, though that could be my shipping (and jester) bias coming out, lol! Your thoughts on all this, though?

ohohoho yes, this is always a fun thought experiment.

i don't think Leper was super blatantly open about his former status at first, i'm sure he'd been wandering the earth for some years before arriving in the Hamlet and wised up about the dangers of flaunting. but c'mon, the regal bearing, the golden mask, the well-educated eloquence, he's clearly from some status. i think Grave Robber would figure him out in an instant, and Jester definitely gets a strong sense of it.

which is why i doubt Jester did a goddamn thing Leper asked of him for like the first month or more. sure, now he'll keep Leper's sanity from snapping, but that's bare minimum because the Heir told him to knock it off. hardly a smile, hardly a glance his way, hardly giving him the time of day, mocking Leper even outside of camping, etc.

Leper would have to prove he sees Jester as a person rather than a fool, and not just once or twice. it probably takes some time before Leper earns that trust.

on his part, i think Leper was probably drawn to him a bit, being a poet and likely a man of some arts. while pretty often crude and/or bawdy, he'd still consistently be at Jester's performances and genuinely appreciating his talent. and thanks to his metaphorically thick skin Jester's jabs don't bother him too badly (except for those aimed at his diseased appearance, to which he leaves before his emotions cause him to act/speak rashly. perhaps one time Jester takes it too far and realizes how Leper's mild irritation looks compared to his anger). in fact, Leper could probably match wits with Jester! why is my brain conjuring a poetic rap battle

god i love these two 🥺

[particular-one]

Hi ☺️ can i pls get a match up for twst, genshin and haikyuu?

Hmm...for name, I'll go with 🐰 anon! I'll probably write to you from now using this emoji so be prepared for it hehe

she/her, prefers male results and my mbti is ✨️enfp✨️ (but you probs already guess that LOL)

Hmmm, im a bit shy at first (i got that typical rbf + im super tall so everyone is scared of me at first!) But once i warm up, im really just a big puppy hehe, super affectionate and loving, very caring and of course well mannered. I have a high standard for myself, and while i baby others, im really harsh with myself 😅 i try to get along well with everybody i meet but if i cant then ill just ignore them. If i tease someone then it's out of love hahaha. (Enemies to lovers who 👀 jkjk lol) I'm mature but sometimes a little playful when the mood allows for it but i definitely know when to be serious. Oh man, i really did ramble about myself hahaha, i hope you made it through that 😂

Hobbies: i like anything! My friends always call me up to hang out and i never say no. If theres something i really love though.....eating? Hahaha

In a romantic partner: loyalty!!!!!! I don't want to play guessing games on if they love me or not (omg suffering bc this prob eliminates all my problematic pretty faves LMAO). A little cat and mouse game is okay but at the end of the day, i give my whole heart to my lover so i want to trust that they'll take care of it without hurting me. I'm a biiiiit of an overthinker (read:runner) so someone who can hold it down for me when my ass starts acting up would be ideal. Im always taking care of others so i want someone who can dote on me! (Ummm say you want the princess treatment without saying you want the princess treatment much?? LOL) I'm also a big people pleaser and a pushover so someone who can remind me to not overwork myself, and maybe help put my foot down or stand up for me when im having trouble doing so would be really really....really nice 👉👈

Love languages: I'd like to receive acts of service! And as for giving.....i give all 😭 my leo placements make me treat my lover like royalty! I do want the princess treatment but it's only because I treat my man like a king 😤 (i hope that connotation wasn't overly suggestive, i promise that wasnt my intention hahaha) as for deal breakers: lying and cheating- that is a NO!!!

Thank you for reading this whole thing and thank you for doing this💕❣️

-your brand new 🐰 anon hehe

hello 🐰 anon!! thanks for being the first matchup request <3 and i look forward to doing more future requests for you! hope you like your matchups! :]

TWISTED WONDERLAND ---- MALLEUS DRACONIA

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ malleus is used to being the only being that everyone in nrc is scared of, so seeing that you experience the same thing when meeting new people oddly puts him at ease that he isn't alone. though it took a while before the both of you would start conversing because malleus is unsure on how to approach you without scaring you like all the others, he really cherishes your relationship with him. he enjoys conversing with you, especially since your caring and affectionate attitude makes him feel a little less lonely. he also gets flustered when you tease him, unsure how else to respond! as a partner, malleus is very loyal to you. though it majorly stems from the fact that he does not like being left alone, he will sometimes follow you around silently as you do your activities, constantly checking up on you if you're alright. he also likes to impress you so he does his best to cook your favorite food, since you like eating! it's only a good thing he didn't enlist lilia's help for this. when he sees you burdening yourself again with even more work late at night, he stays up with you as company. there are even times where he offers to help you with it - if there was something he could do to help, he would jump on it so that he could see you just a tad bit more relaxed. malleus sometimes brings you out on late night walks when you're getting stressed with your work for some fresh air and relax for a bit with him.

GENSHIN IMPACT ---- THOMA

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ thoma is the classic golden retriever, and your personality perfectly parallels with his! hence, he really likes spending time with you - at least, with the free time that he has. he's also big on compliments, so expect tons of praise from thoma! he's helped around with a bunch of tasks and activities with you by his side, so he knows exactly how you work, and admires just how hard you work. he wants to be just like that, if he were being honest. when the both of you are working on something together, you're honestly unstoppable - like ... literally. none of you would probably halt on working until you get things done, which just shows how well you work with one another. as a partner, thoma is, as mentioned, exactly like a golden retriever. he would drop anything he's doing to help you out when he can, and he even would go to lengths to make sure you're as happy as possible! he notices just how much you help others and constantly reminds you that you can rely on him (like a rock) if you needed anything. thoma is honestly a really romantic guy and likes to surprise you by pulling out all the stops (via his connections) to create surprises for you, like a quick dinner date that he cooked up! he's at his happiest when he sees you happily eating the food he cooked for you, he's sappy like that. oh! and he also brings you flowers and bought small items that reminded him of you.

HAIKYUU!! ---- OIKAWA TOORU

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ oikawa was rather an unorthodox choice, considering how your personalities, at first glance, might clash. he wouldn't admit it, but oikawa was genuinely scared when he met you for the first time, your consistent rbf and height being plausible factors why. still, he was drawn to how you constantly helped everyone around you, and to his intrigue, he actually found some similarities between the both of you! the both of you get into teasing matches with no clear winner. though he did not get into a relationship with you immediately (read: oikawa was way too stubborn and in denial), he wouldn't trade it for the world. as a partner, oikawa might seem like the type who would flaunt you simply in public, but he praises you a lot in private too. though he has a lot of female fans, rest assured oikawa only has his eyes for you. he's also your biggest defender and would get into arguments with others just to make sure you're alright. he can be pretty straight with you too, so if he sees that you aren't taking care of yourself, he'd be the one to take matters in his own hands and find a way to get you to stop overworking. as ironic as that may be considering he overworks as well, but you also get him to stop constantly overworking so it's a balance! oikawa never forgets to get you your favorite snack - even if it's late after practice.

[in-my-feels-probably]

hi can i get romantic male ships for both harry potter and outer banks, please? my pronouns are she/her.

physical description: i'm 5'3 with mid-length light brown hair and blonde highlights and i straighten it. i have blue eyes and I wear glasses. I'm a bit on the chubby side. i have big thighs and my style is like the pouges, but t-shirts and a tad bit longer shorts + leggings, jeans, and sundresses. i wear a watch on one wrist, a scrunchie on the other, and a necklace with a gold ring that's really important for me.

personality: i'm an ambivert and i'm pretty chill I think. i have self-diagnosed anxiety, seasonal depression, and dyscalculia. i hate drama and will avoid it at all costs, which can cause some problems. I'm really argumentative and competitive with the people I trust. I'm Christian

hobbies + interests: i love music, it depends on what type of mood I'm in but I'm usually listening to taylor swift and I love reading and learning as long as it is something that interests me. i have always loved photography and I want to learn to play the keyboard and guitar. i love doing self care once I actually start doing it but I have to talk my stubbornness into making me do it for some reason lol.

hi!

thanks for participating :)

so i normally only ship you with one character, so i’ll tell you who id ship you with from both fandom, but do the full description and blurb for the one i think fits you better.

i ship you with pope and george! (i’m not sure if you meant lightning era or marauders era, so if you meant marauders era, then instead of george i ship you with remus)

i’m gonna go with pope for this tho, hope that’s alright :)

he would definitely first notice your height. i don’t know what it is about him, but i think he’d really enjoy having a shorter girlfriend. he’s pretty tall, and i think he likes feeling like he’s able to protect you. i also think he’s a sucker for a girl in a sundress. i think he’d see the necklace you always wear and smile. he understands the importance of having something that means a lot to you. since he doesn’t have a lot of money, i don’t think he’d buy you many gifts, but he would make random things for you. he’s really crafty, and could make you a bracelet or something. but he’d never try and make you a necklace, because he likes seeing just that one around your neck. he’d only ever make a necklace if you asked him to, so you could have another thing of importance to you that reminded you of him.

i think pope is also an ambivert, and he’s definitely also one to stay away from drama. you’d hang out with the group together, but he’d also love doing things with you one on one too. he understands your anxiety and how flustered you can get, so he tries his best not to ever put you in situations you’d be uncomfortable in. which is often, considering who your friends are. he’s always content to leave the party or whatever you’re doing when it gets late to just hang out with you alone.

i don’t care what anyone says, pope is a swiftie. hardcore folklore stan. unlike some of your friends, he takes the time to listen to her music, and really falls in love with it. he also loves to read, and would be interested in whatever you’re reading. i also think he’d a firm believer in self care, if not for himself, then for you. and he’d know you find it hard to get the process started for yourself, so he’d figure out ways to distract you into doing it.

“mhm, and what happened next?” he’d ask, vaguely listening as he distracted you so you’d keep doing whatever self care you had decided on that night.

every once in a while, you’d catch on. “you don’t have to baby me, you know.”

“it’s not babying you, its taking care of you,” he’d smile, leaning his head on your shoulder. “can we do face masks?”

you’d laugh, choosing to ignore how he wanted to take care of you. it was a good hearted gesture, and you knew it made him feel helpful, so you’d let him get away with it, even if you didn’t need the help.

“yes, pope. we can do face masks.”

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hope you enjoyed! thanks again for participating :)

[stormblessed95]

Jikook Dynamics Through the Years: 2015 Pt 1

The previous posts for 2012 - 2014 can be found in my masterlist under Jikook Dynamics as well as I'll link them here for you. This is year that things really starting becoming more clear eventually in my opinion. Something important to keep in mind that I'll be sharing moments, AND my personal opinions, along with facts. My opinions are my own. You can agree or disagree. I encourage you to go and check it all out, see this content for yourself as well and form your own opinions during this time frame too. I will be splitting this up into multiple different posts probably to manage the length and be able to add more links/photos in each post. But also keep in mind this is not EVERY jikook moment from this year. I'll only be including moments that I personally want to and feel like it's worth drawing attention to and commenting on. This is so so long. I'm so sorry!

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Starting the year off on 150101 with BTS's new year messages in a Bangtan Bomb. Jikook are walking together behind everyone briefly. Jimin also tries telling RM to give the camera a kiss after his messages and gets ignored. JK listens though and gives the camera a kiss. Lol

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As well as starting off the new year with one of my favorite chaos trios. The moments are from their new years day meal, but the article was posted on 150211, Starcast posted an Article with photos of JinJiKook going grocery shopping and cooking together. It's ADORABLE. Jin honestly looks like a tired dad out out with his kids 🤣 and They are all so cute. All photos in the link above. Part 2 of the article here of them cooking their meal

Moving on to 150106, We get a BTB of Jimin TV. Lol Finding Jungkook. This is an interesting little Bangtan Bomb. Right off the bat, we have vmin with JM filming. He says that they need to find Jungkookie. V asks why. Jimin says because JK has been avoiding him lately and his reactions are funny. Tae then starts going "avoids?" Interupting Jimin multiple times to keep saying it. Like really?! He AVOIDS you? Are you sure. It's giving "I don't believe you at all." Like JK isn't really avoiding Jimin off camera.... at all. Jimin eventually turns to look at Tae who immediately stops and says sorry. Lol it's giving "okay, sorry for teasing, I'm done now" to me. The whole "interview" part of this with Jikook was mostly just them teasing each other. Huge smiles the whole time too. A tad bit awkward. Lol Jimin ending with requesting and jokingly pretending to steal a kiss and JKs panic. Lol part of these constant requests for kisses I think are due to what Jimin said at the start, he finds JKs reactions funny. And part of it, I think might be something else. Lol why does the joke never stop Jimin?? 🤣💀 Yall form your own opinions there. Lol

While that video was posted on the 6th, it wasn't taken then. The members were currently on vacation and visiting home for 3 days. Jimin and JK were in Busan seeing their own friends and family at the time. They got home on the 7th and traveled back to Seoul together on the train. Jikook tweeted a selca together arriving back at the dorm. Jimin also shared posts of what else he did while in Busan, which I'll share too. He went to visit a friend who was heading into the army soon and posted a selca with him and the beach they went too. He also posted photos from visiting his old dance teachers in Busan too. Jimin also posts a log from his trip as well too. Which you can watch here. Jimin mentions visiting with his friends and teachers and family as well as meeting JK on the train to head back.

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Also On the 7th, Oricon Style Magazine also released an interview they did over their Japanese Album. You can read the full translations here. I just want to focus on JK saying that when the hyungs are depressed or in a bad mood, he often doesn't notice. Tae and Hobi called him out on it and he confirmed. When asked if he ignored them on purpose, he Jimin and Hobi spoke up saying that often its better because if he tried to comfort them, they would often brush him off and that it's better for him to leave them all alone instead. And JK says that is why he doesn't do it. I find myself thinking that perhaps this might have been why some of these insensitive jokes he would make occasionally with his hyungs in an effort to be teasing, how he didn't always recognize that they didn't find it as funny.

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On the 14th BTS flew out to China for schedules. While there, they did interviews and press conferences as well. On 150116 they had an interview with 爱豆IDOL. You can find the whole thing if you want, but I can't find it with eng subs (if you do, let me know and I'll edit it in!) I will just link this part of when Jimin stands up to dance and do beat boxing during the interview. He dances in the middle, which happens to then be directly in front of JK. Who spends almost the entire dance checking out Jimins ass. Lmao

On 150118, JK tweets out photos he took of Tae, RM and Jimin relaxing in the hotel lobby (I assume) with the caption "From Jungkook-nim it's really...." it's really WHAT Jungkook?! Lol the way Jimin is staring into that camera though it's really something. 👀😂

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On 150120, Jikook post to Twitter together of them dancing/posing as they stayed late practicing longer than the other members. Captioned "a man who practices is a cool man. Jungkookie and super Jimin." An extra addition here JK posted to Twitter 2 vines of him being silly in the practice room too. Lol here and here. As well as Tae who apparently felt like Jimin was taking too long to get home from practice time with JK, started posting to Twitter telling Jimin to come home quickly already or else. And threatening Jimins Hip Hop monster doll if he didn't come back. Lmao which was a 3 part tweet series, followed by Jimins revenge later that night too. 🤣 On 150122, JK tweeted out a photo of him and Jimin thanking ARMYs for their award. Bangtan Bomb of the Award Show.

Also StarCast released an article and photos from the 24th Seoul Music Awards (where they won the award above) of the members from this day, ending with 4 cute Jikook Selcas. The article was posted Feb 3rd, but the photos come from 150122.

Ending January's moments on the 28th. They released a behinds clip for the Vietnamese Verison of Danger. Not really a moment, but I figured there would be lots of people who hadn't seen this yet and it starts off with super cute 3J practicing lyrics together and the jikook vocals through the whole 3 minutes is 😍😍 Also on the 28th was the Gaon Charts Awards. Everyone gushes over the cute jikook back hug dance at the END of 2015. But everyone forgets that 2015 STARTED with an award show backhug dance on the audience from jikook too. Lol they are so precious. A fancam below of the members reacting to the Super Junior performance at the award show. About 3:15 minutes in we see JK put his arm around Jimins shoulders and start to sway with him back and forth to the music. As well as a jikook focused angle from behind.

Bangtan Bomb from that award show here too. Jimin being tired of all the silly fighting for the camera. Lol the constant teasing. Jimin kissing the award after his thank you. Everyone groaning and saying now he has contaminated it and they can't touch it now to tease him. Just for JK to pick up the award again and almost kiss it himself. Lol didn't bother you, huh?

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On 150209, Jimin posted to Twitter a selca with JK in the seat next to him with the caption "We will go and return." Tae came to Twitter to reply with his own Selca from the other side of JK with the caption "I'm here tooooo" lmao cute. They were all heading to Japan for their Wake Up concert tour. On 150211, Big Hit posted their after concert group photo, with Jikook posing cutely together at the top in Toyko.

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On 150213, they had Day 1 of their Osaka Wake Up Concerts. Some super cute interactions from that day as well during the Concert between Jikook. You can also find all my thoughts as well as thoughts over jikookery from the behinds and just in general on the Wake Up Japan Tour Commentary Post here. Which took place from the 10th - 19th of Feb. You will also find more commentary over the Wake Up Tour Making Film from my Memories 2015 Disc 3 post here.

On 150216, they posted a video announcing their concert tour dates for BTS Begins concerts in March. JK looks at Jimin quite fondly multiple times through the video, both when Jimin is talking and when he isn't. You can also find more of my thoughts over the making films for BTS BEGINS from my post for Memories 2015 Disc's 1-2 here. Along with a preview into March from the actual concerts as well. Lol sorry! Timelines get more mixed up here as we have more content getting thrown into the mix.

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On 150217, JK on Japanese fancafe answered a question from staff about which hyung he got along best with/was easiest to talk to. He answered Jimin. So for anyone trying to say he was uncomfortable around Jimin in these early years or didn't seek Jimin out or didn't enjoy time with him. He once again is proving that wrong. My Post over that Here.

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On 150219, JK recommended Drown on Twitter. It's kinda a sad song, but beautiful. Not really anything to do with jikook together, but with all the references to being brass pretending to be gold, perhaps something he related to a bit. We know he sometimes felt pressured by his good at everything golden title

Which brings us to March. On 150302, a BTB gets posted of JM, Hope and RM doing the "Up & Down" girl group dance. JK joins near the end. Hobi goes up to dance on him and annoy him, only for JK to push him away. And then to start purposefully singing something different and cutting in front of Jimin, giggling and smiling as he purposefully tries to annoy him, and it clearly works. Lol it's giving me "I wanted Jimins attention and now I've got it" vibes

Also on the 2nd, Jikook tweeted together saying they all recieved a present, and they were holding a photo up of Hobi between them. Lmao not a flattering photo either. Also worth noting that Jimin posted this on March 2nd, but judging from their outfits, it appears to be their same outfits when they arrived back home in Korea from their Wake Up tour on February 20th. So the photos are probably from that day.

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On 150206 a BTB is posted of BTS playing Jenga. Jimin loses and as a punishment has to kiss Yoongi. (He never actually does it.) Yoongi is NOT happy and Jimin looks like he is getting into it. Lol JK though doesn't look all that into either until Jimin stands back up, aka not going through with it. Just a noticeable difference from the last time 2 members had to kiss as punishment and actually did it (Vhope on rookie king) and JK was very excited to be watching that punishment kiss go down 😅😂

On 150307, BTS are on the BTS 방탄소년단 Idol True Colours CRADIO 偶像本色 raido show. Definitely worth watching the whole hour if you haven't seen it yet. But I just want to repoint out here how Tae brings up how incredibly shy JK was even with all the members during trainee years and when they were so young. Tae brings up JK being so shy that he wouldnt even shower when his hyungs were awake. So that would have probably affected JKs behavior on camera too. That shyness and anxiety. Just again. Worth noting that he was closer and more relaxed with his hyungs whenver the cameras weren't shoved in his face back then.

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On 150308, JK recommended Memo by Years & Years on Twitter. This is QUITE the song. Look it up, read the lyrics. Please. It's a song by a queer group, who were considered to be queer role models by a lot of people in 2015. Memo in particular is an LGBTQ+ song. It's a song about being in love with a man despite still being in the closet. The singer, Olly has also mentioned in concerts and interviews that the song is actually about an unrequited love he had for a boy who he shared a dressing room with and fantasized about. Worth a listen and consideration about if JK was possibly relating to this a bit too.

On 150327, Big Hit tweets out a series of photos of the members practicing, including some shots of Jikook resting together on the sidelines against the wall. On the 28th, Starcast releases photos from the pre concert waiting room and rehersals for the BTS Begins Concerts. Which include the Jikook practice photo I used at the top of this post.

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On April 1st, as part of Big Hits April fools prank for Secret Spy Twitter account take over, Jikook had their photo in suits taken together too. You can find this prank mentioned on my April Fools Post as well. These photos for this April Fools prank though were all actually from Dec 2014. Still cute though. Lol

150405, April starts the HYYH Pt 1 process! On the 5th, Jimin films a log and shares it with us from their shooting location for the album jacket shooting. From when they're at the sea. It's very cold clearly and Jimin is wearing JKs jacket during this log and when he isn't actively shooting too. A very cute maknae line being silly BTB from this jacket shooting day as well. You can also find more of my thoughts over the jacket shooting from my memories 2015 Disc 4 part 1 post here too. You'll also find my thoughts over the I Need U MV Making Films in that post too, which were also filmed in April. But just needing to highlight, what is this precious awkward hesitation to touch. Oh my heart. Another BTB that comes from I Need U MV filming, is this one of Jimin. And I'm only including it to mention his last line after singing part of the lyrics "I've never been in love alone before." Now you can take that whichever way you want, personally for me. I see it as a "I've never been in love before" statement. Lol Jimin has mentioned one sided crushes from pre debut, but a crush is very different than being in love.

Again, the link above for Memories Disc 4 part 1. You can find more of my thoughts over the jacket shooting photos. On 150420, the concept photos are released, including the iconic jikook resting their heads on each other one that is stunning. Jimin also posted a screenshot of the top left photo below to Twitter on this day as well too, with the caption: "Oh boy, but Jungkook and I are the best? #Jimin #Chimchim #jm #Jungkook"

On the 23rd, Jimin tweets out photos of JK working on music with the caption "Looks like our Kookie is keeping his promise to ARMYs. Pretty thing - ChimChim"

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On 150429, Star Attack releases a video Interview with BTS. This is, I swear, just chaos. Lol Jungkook has to do Push-ups. Hobi says to get a good shot of his thighs and pulls his shirt up. Joon squeezes a thigh. Jimin and Tae start squeezing his butt while he does push-ups. Lol Jimins question was that what is one thing he would want to do if he was born a girl. He answered that he heard the women's bathhouse has coffee and he is curious and wants to try some. Lol and Joon and Hobi immediately teased saying that is all he is curious about, in a BATH house?! His innocence 🥺😂 or perhaps also his respectfulness or disinterest. Lol

Also on 150429, TENASIA Magazine dropped an Interview with BTS. Due to JK doing his school exams at the time of the interview, he was not part of this interview. I just want to draw attention to Jimins Answer about what was on their bucket list, which was "I want to go on vacation. I have this fantasy about vacations and I want to go on one, whether it’s by myself or with others." Followed by confirmed he has not ever gotten to travel yet for something that was not work related. They were also asked who's visuals rose up the most for this comeback, and Jimin answered Jungkook, of course. Lol They were also asked about roommates. Which they said was atm YoonJin, NamKook and Vhopemin. Which then had Jimin piping up about JK always being in their room too. Lol as follows:

Jimin: He keeps coming to our room lately. I feel like we share a room as four people.

Rap Monster: I feel like I’m using a room by myself. It’s nice…

V: We have to sleep but he keeps coming into our room asking us to play games with him.

Q: If you can give a word to Jungkook who’s taking his exam right now.

Rap Monster: Jungkook, move into the other room.

Jimin, V, & J-Hope: Don’t move in here

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On 140430, a lot of content drops. Lol but one is this Bangtan Bomb of JK asking his hyungs for advice before he turns 20. He goes up to each of his hyungs to get some words of wisdom. It's very cute. Jimin gives him his advice while sitting practically in his lap. Lol it's very cute

Another Bangtan Bomb dropped on the 30th is the Bangtan Quiz Show. Both filmed a bit earlier in the year on the same day. It's a cute funny video. Jikook end up on opposite teams sitting across from one another and there is a lot of looking at each other happening too. Particularly from JK it seems.... in MY opinion

On the 30th, the members had their first broadcast for I Need U and all posted to Twitter after. Jimin posted with the caption "Did you watch the first broadcast well? Please watch over our promotions well in the future too. #BTS #화양연화 #INEEDU #WithOurKook"

3J also posted a super cute dubsmash video together on Twitter this day too lol. Posted by Jungkook. With the caption "First broadcast! Really.. thank you ㅜㅜㅜㅜㅜ We’ll work hard tomorrow too, fighting! ARMY fighting! Bangtan fighting! - JK"

Also dropped on the 30th were The Star Profiles filled out by the members. You can find all 7 here with translations. Jimins and JKs here. Their ideal types were asked again. Jimin just said that he has certain features he likes but a girl with a good personality is most important. JK said Someone who is good at singing, likes me, has nice skin, is smart and 160cm tall. Jimin hates being still and is very bright, tracks. JK will only do what he wants to do and doesn't care what others think. Someone print that quote out to give to shippers. Lol also tracks.

And that wraps up part 1 for Jan - April 2015! Not every moment was included, more just so the ones I personally felt like were ones more worthy of calling attention to and spoke to their bond. I'm not including every skinship moment or playful moment or moment where they looked at each other. Lol and my opinions are littered throughout these posts too.

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Basically my thoughts over the first part of this year aren't too much different from my thoughts at the end of 2014. I think they are crushing. I think they are admitting said crush to themselves more at this point, but that neither is actively doing anything about said crush. Not *really.* I think we are seeing a bit more school yard crush vibes as well. The ass staring from JK and the soft stares during games though is what stands out to me as that "I'm attracted and I know I'm attracted" type of moments here.

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The overall vibes of the start of this year, for me, were 100% still just friendship. No one was really pushing major boundaries. Jimin was pushing a few with the teasing, but never doing anything too seriously in my opinion. JK was clearly accepting some of these feelings he was having. Whether either of them knew what to do about it or even wanted to do anything about it, is a little unsure at this point. JK sharing that song Memo though, ALWAYS gets me right in the feels. I do think that rec came from more than just I like this type of music. But that's just me. While I think they are both starting to accept and admit these crushes to themselves, I'm not sure if either are aware of how exactly the other feels though too. One more reason I think they tried to not push those boundaries. And their interactions through their unit shoot for HYYH pt 1 were interesting too. It's also very clear they are spending a lot of their off camera time together as well it seems, especially with the comments about JK always being in Vhopemins room too.

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That's all just my personal opinion though. You are all free to agree or disagree with any or one of it! I start noticing a much bigger change in how they behave around each other and perhaps at how they handle their feelings/crushes in the summer, which would be in part 2! 🥰🥰 Thanks for letting me share, and again, sorry this is so long! If you read it all know I appreciate you lots! And again, if some of the timing is a smidge off for when the moments were actually filmed rather than released, I'm doing my best! Lol Thanks again!

[lawluaficionado]

Enjoy! Pls follow me on Twitter lol @ Ooopsss_OT9

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Cora's kindergarten teacher stands there with a frown on her face as she speaks to Luffy about his son's behavior...again...for the third time that week.

If it's not that he doesn't seem to listen, it's that he doesn't sit still. Or that he's too quiet or that he doesn't seem to want to play with the other kids. Or that he doesn't want to eat. On the rare occasion that he corrects her, it's even worse.

Usually.

But today, Luffy was called in because his little Cora just punched a kid in the face. And this tracher here just looks like she's waiting for Luffy to reprimand the boy in front of her.

With his blinding smile, he holds his little boy on his lap and asks him, "Why did you hit someone today?"

Cora plays with the hem of his shirt, he just shakes his head. Then he looks back at his teacher and back at his papa. He whispers in his ear, "Said I have ugly spots on my arms."

Luffy nods in understanding, "Ahh then it's okay! You have to defend yourself, right?"

It breaks his heart a little to hear that.

His son smiles then, and weakly nods.

"What?!" the teacher screeched. "I'm about to have him removed from my class for this, unacceptable behavior."

Luffy ignores her, "Next time Cora, aim your strong punches at their eye." He laughs as his son seems to start getting less devastated.

They leave then, Luffy in a rush to talk to Law about this new little bump in the day.

The teacher was livid. 'Obviously nothing gets done when she calls that parent in!' she thinks. Pulling out Cora's emergency contact card, she looks for the other parent's number. "Maybe then mute kid will actually correct his behavior!"

She calls, see waits and finally gets a hold of Dr. Trafalgar. Who just calmly stated he'd be there shortly.

Law would drop everything to go to his son. And as soon as he gets the call, he cancels his afternoon consultations and is on his way to his Cora's school.

He knows about certain behaviors that the teacher hates about his little baby. And he's never gotten the opportunity to actually speak with her.

But then Luffy messages him, so he blows off the meeting to go to the ice cream shop with his husband and son.

It's not like he isn't dedicated to his son's school life. Is just that Luffy has banned him from attending any school functions. Honestly...valid.

This was Cora's third school. And it's not because of their son...

Luffy has a track record of punching and name calling some of the other parents. And well Law doesn't do well with authority. Also he may or may not have threatened the school's principle with various forms of torture. Nothing was proven and no charges were filed.

Needless to say, they both came to an agreement (Luffy) that the more likable, happy go lucky parent would be the one accompanying Cora to all his school functions.

So, not Law.

When he reaches the little hole in the wall ice cream shop, he spots his son happily eating spoonfuls of a banana split. Luffy, uncharacteristically, isn't eating anything.

He greets them by kissing both their cheeks, but sits at his son's side.

"Sorry I was a tad late Lu-ya. Traffic was horrendous."

"Daddy, papa said that you are going to get me anything I want today!" his little joy smiles.

"Is that so? What could possibly be the reason?" he stares at his smaller husband.

The other laughs, "He defended himself today!"

That was a big feat indeed! Especially for their quiet baby.

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"That teacher has it out for him," Luffy grumbles as he preps his lunch for tomorrow.

Cora is in the living room playing with their two dogs, and watching over his baby brother, Ace.

Luffy continues, "She smells of obnoxious high end soap, looks uptight and hates my son. That's more than enough reason to change schools."

"Again, love?" Law sips his coffee. "It's almost the end of April. He'd be even more stressed. Why can't Robin still be home schooling?" he too grumbles.

"She went back to teaching at the university."

"What about the school Sanji and Zoro's triplets go to?"

"That's really far from both our jobs."

"Zoro can pick him up. And we could always just get him afterwards."

Luffy pauses, "You know what that'd be perfect! Torao you're the bestest! And he'd probably get more out of his shell hanging out with the triplets!"

"So it's decided, next year he'll go there."

Suddenly Ace starts crying, and Cora comes running to his dads.

"Baby brother fell on the tile!"

Law calmly walks over, "You get your cry baby tendencies from your papa, Ace."

"Hey!" Luffy whines. "That's not true, I was tough, just ask Sabo."

"Papa, uncle Sabo said you cried a lot." Cora chimes in, smiling.

Luffy dramatically falls to the ground, "BETRAYED by my own son!"

Cora runs to jump on top of him, followed by a now calm Ace.

Law happily watches from the sidelines. "He's ticklish, just so you two know," he teasingly says.

Both his sons gets a knowing look on their faces, ready to attack their papa with tickles.

Luffy is at their mercy, loving every second.

[min-yunki-agustd]

How about Jin having stomach ache, probably he ate something bad, and now at Hoseok's party he doesn't feels well, but he already promised him to be there and after his third cup of alcohol he really vegans feeling sick, he end up throwing up, and leaving early with the pretext of being tired and bored.

Hoseok know Jin had mentioned before he had had a stomach ache or something like that, so he decides to visit him next morning just to find one of his best friends and older bro, past out in the bathroom floor, he had vomit all night long and awful diarrhea too.

He takes Jin to the ER they gave him some IV and back to Jin's apartment Hoseok feels bad for him and decides to stay there with him to take care of him.

2seok please! Thanks! Love Seokjin and Hoseok energy together

I definitely need this lol! I really like this. It's quite thought out and I could see this really happening. Thanks for requesting I hope you enjoy it!. I love the hobi and Jin dynamic too! This went perfectly with the recent events.

Sick: Jin

Caretaker: Hoseok

Tw: Emeto, V****, nausea, Mentions of sc*t

Word count: 1,824

Rating: K+

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I don't know how but for some reason my computer decided to delete everything I wrote. (eye twitches)

Jin sits at the furthest table in the corner of the room. He reads a webtoon comic, and every so often he'd take a sip of his wine. He hadn't been feeling all that well. He believes it has to do with the lunch he had. The meat seemed a tad bit undercooked but he ignored it and ate anyway. It was far too late to consider going home. He promised hoseok he'd be there. Jin knew that it meant a lot to hosoek that he was there. So their jin sat, drinking glass after glass. It wasn't until the third glass that he began feeling incredibly nauseous. His stomach swirled and his mouth filled with a sickening amount of saliva. He got up quickly to head to the bathroom. Upon entering the hall his cheeks fill with sickness and he begins running. To his luck, no one was in the hall or the bathroom. He kicked open the door to the bathroom stall and he dropped down to his knees. He knew he was gonna feel that in the morning. As soon as he looks at the toilet his body jerks forward with a retch. All of the alcohol he'd just consumed came straight up. Which was really tough for him with how strong the drink was. When he came up for air his head was swirling and he was very hot. His stomach turned and he was right back at it. His lunch came up next, undigested chunks of meat and rice hit the bottom of the toilet. The sight and splash in the toilet promoted another round, and another, and another. He ended up throwing up everything he'd ever eaten that day. After a few dry gags, he felt nausea die down a bit. He sat back on the floor with his back against the door. His stomach was aching and his throat was burning from the force of vomiting. He sat for a moment collecting himself. Once he felt well enough to stand he did so and made a slow pace walk for the sink. He threw water onto his face, He had to go home now. He couldn't be here any longer. Though his nausea died down a bit he doesn't feel finished. He was feeling lots of things at the moment. His stomach was beginning to bubble, and he'd rather be home feeling this awful.

He came back to the party and found hoseok pouring himself a drink. Namjoon was also there. Talking loudly into hoseok's ear every now and then. Jin approached them. " hey guys? , I think I'm gonna have to go for the night, I think I have a stomach ache and I'm really really tired." Jin says. " ahhh, well it was really nice having you hyung." hobi says hugging jin with one hand and holding his glass with the other. Namjoon hugged him as well and told him goodbye. Jin had no energy left at all. He slowly shuffled down the hall to the elevator. The elevator's movement jostling his stomach was something he really didn't need right now. He had to keep it together. He called up his shofar while he wait for the elevator to The last floor. A slightly intoxicated namjoon whispers to hoseok, "hyungs probably just bored, since this isn't really his thing. and he probably really is tired from working on his solo music." namjoon yells into hosoeks ear over the loud music. " your probably right, hyung should get some rest." hoseok yells. The two go back to partying. The ride home was awful. His stomach lower was giving him signals that he should really get to a bathroom. The nausea was also starting to amp back up. Once he's home he burst threw his door after unlocking it as fast as he could. Once he got in he went straight for his sink. Nausea came back super quick. He threw up alittle bit in his sink. Jin rested his head on the side of the sink as he tried to catch his breath. He felt a rumble, and his tummy made a weird, loud noise. He wishes he could rest in one place longer but his stomach was telling him he needs to move. He ran for his guest bathroom, knowing he wouldn't make it any further than that. A powerful surge came as soon as he sat down. He holds both arms against his middle. He stayed that way until it tapered off. His nausea never really went away so as soon as he was finished, he had to switch right back and forth. He kept going back and forth between sitting and hovering. But after a while, his lower stomach stopped hurting so much. Leaving him vomiting for the rest of the night. Throwing up so much left his head hurting. The nice clothes he had picked out for the party were now drenched in sweat and vomit. He'd rest his head on the floor for a while, he'd feel that painful familiar feeling in his stomach and he'd have to get up and throw his head back over the toilet. At some point, late in the morning hours After retching up air and spitting, he felt his body sway back and forth and his vision went dark. He doesn't recall anything happening after that. What he does remember is Hoseok coming in at some point and shaking him before he lost consciousness again. He regains full consciousness when he's in a moving car. His body lay awkward in the passenger's seat as he see hoseok driving fast. It was disorienting to go from being in a bathroom to a fast-moving car and not knowing what happened in between. Once he could get his eyes to focus on the things in fronts of him like the car's vents blowing cool air onto him and the windows he tries speaking up. He asks hoseok what was happening and hoseok explains that there going to a hospital. Jin was feeling awful so he didn't ask any more questions. He felt terrible everything hurt, and his stomach was nauseous and painfully empty.

Hoseok pov

The party is early in the morning. Everyone had gone home and with the help of some sober members and staff they cleaned up the place a He thought about going home and geting some sleep but he remembered Jin and how he went home earlier, he said he was tired but hoseok could remember something about his stomach ache. He figured he'd check up on him, he hoped that he'd be well rested and feeling better but he was greeted by silents when he knocked on jin's door. He shot him a few text messages and even tried to call him a few times. He began to get worried so he went back to his car and grabbed the key jin gave him in case of emergency. He opened up and he saw Jin's stuff on the floor and a horrible smell coming from the sink. " HYUNG?" he yells out. Still no response. He began searching around the house, and he stumbled upon the guest bathroom with the door cracked open. He peeked inside. He sees his hyung layout on the floor in an awkward position. "hyung!" He gets closer and tries to shake the older man awake. It does work. He tries yelling and shaking him. Jin's eyes opened for a split second and then they closed again. At least he knows he's alive he thinks. jin gave hoseok quite a scare. "I'm taking you to the hospital hyung!" hoseok yells. He tries lifting the other man. It's hard to get him up at first. He feels like dead weight when hoseok lifts him. He manages to get him. He stumbles out of the house with his hyung in his grasp and he places his hyung into the passenger seat of his car. Closing the door, but not before strapping him in.

End POV

Now that Jin was fully awake, he was not having a good time. his body was tourchering him. His stomach was in a knot, and he was feeling nauseous, and disoriented. Jin mention that he started feeling nauseous and hoseok pulled over the car and stopped for a bit so he could get a break. " Thanks, I just need this nausea to pass for a moment," jin says, shakily holding onto the car's exterior handle. Hosoek helps him step out of the car to get some fresh air. " It's ok hyung, but as soon as you're ready to go let me know, we need to get you to a hospital to make sure you are ok. Jin could not respond he felt a gag come up his throat. It took him by surprise. He scare the daylights out of hoseok who jumped back and asked him if he was alright. The gag wasn't productive. hoseok was quite thankful for that. after a short while, they got back in and drove off. this time the ride wasn't so long. they made it to the hospital and Jin was checked in. They got him to a bed in an open space, checked him out, and asked about his symptoms and what had happened. hoseok finds out about how Jin was sick at the party and how he had been up all night puking and dealing with the runs. The doctor and nurse explained that it was most likely due to dehydration and exertion that he passed out. They also discovered that he had a bad case of food poisoning which caused him to have such a ruff night. They check his temp and his blood pressure and they put him on Iv for his dehydration. Hoseok gives him company and snacks while they wait for the results of a few more tests. After an hour of having Iv fluids, Hoseok notices that Jin is looking a lot better. He's not sure if he's feeling much better because he has yet to tell a dad joke but hoseok's hoping that he is and that he's just too tired to joke. Jin rested for a bit while being on the iv fluids. After being on it for a total of three hours straight, he was given positive results and discharged to rest at home.

The pain in Jin's stomach was still present but at least now he wasn't so weak and shaky. The pain was bearable now. Hoseok takes his hyung back home. Hosoek felt like his hyung wasn't well enough to be home alone so he stayed at Seokjin's house, keeping him company. Jin would rest for a little bit then he'd wake up and watch a movie with hoseok or eat lunch and then fall back asleep for another nap. Having hoseok there when he woke up every time jin would fall asleep made him feel safe, and relaxed allowing him to get the rest he needed.

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I hope you enjoyed thanks for the request!

[helloalycia]

my happy ending [two] // kara danvers

summary: the secret Kara has been putting off for months finally comes to light, leaving you both in a precarious situation

warning/s: mentions of a breakup (let's be honest, this isn't a spoiler lol)

author's note: here’s the second part! hope you like it :)

part one | masterlist | wattpad

It had been a few months since Kara and I said 'I love you' and it was around that time when things between us were moving forward. We were still going strong and I had never been in love with someone as much as I was with her. No relationship I'd had in the past was as amazing as it was with Kara – she was magnificent.

I was sure nothing would get in the way of us; we were going strong and despite small, petty arguments we'd had in the past, we'd never truly fell out over something. I couldn't imagine us doing so either, because our relationship was built on honesty and trust. What could possibly break us up?

I was in charge of all social media content for CatCo, so I wasn't one who usually went with reporters to cover stories. In fact, I rarely did unless it was to help a colleague, like now. My friend, Cara, was covering a story at L-Corp – something science-y to do with the labs. I wasn't too into the details, but she didn't want to go alone, so she asked me to accompany her.

So, that's where I found myself now, standing with Cara as she was being shown around the labs of L-Corp by a scientist.

Cara was a professional, asking question after question and digging for the nitty gritty details in which the scientist would try to avoid. It was pretty cool to witness.

"So, that's everything we're working on so far," the scientist finished the tour, stopping by some glass doors.

"What's in there?" I asked, nodding behind the scientist.

The woman glanced behind her before forcing a small smile. "That's something I shouldn't discuss."

I quirked an eyebrow. "Seriously? Now I definitely want to know."

"Look, this isn't a scrutinising article," Cara explained, her voice sounding convincing. "We're not trying to uncover L-Corp's secrets. The last thing we need is another 'evil Luthor' recycled news story."

"I appreciate the sentiment, but I still can't share what's in there," the scientist said, apologetically.

"Off the record?" Cara offered, and I could sense her curiosity, too. "We won't tell anyone. I won't report it."

The scientist seemed reluctant. "It's not a secret, I can tell you both. But it's just, you're the media..."

"Technically, she's the reporter," I pointed out, literally pointing to Cara, who smacked me in the arm.

"C'mon, we'll sign an NDA or whatever," Cara promised.

After some puppy dog eyes and pouting, the scientist (whose name I couldn't remember) gave us some NDAs to sign before finally taking us inside the glass room.

"As you know, we manufacture many different products," she explained, leading us to a desk with some microscopes on. "We're working on recreating Kryptonite."

I furrowed my brows. "That's that stuff that Supergirl and Superman have right?"

"Their weakness," the scientist corrected. "We've managed to recreate the properties of Kryptonite and can use it in case of an attack from Kryptonians."

"But the only Kryptonians we know of are Superman and Supergirl and they would never attack," Cara stated with confusion.

"Not necessarily true," the scientist said. "Remember Astra?"

"The woman who tried to kill us all at the start of the year? Yeah, we remember," I replied, shivering at the memory.

"It's for cases like that," she explained. "It's not a big deal, but we're keeping it on the down low to avoid public scrutiny. As you said earlier."

Cara nodded and began to look through the microscope, studying the Kryptonite on the slides. I looked at the green glowing rock beside the microscope, picking it up and wondering how something so beautiful looking could be so dangerous to an alien.

"Amazing, isn't it?"

I looked up at the scientist. "I guess. This stuff really kills Kryptonians?"

"Too much can, yes," she answered. "Small doses can inflict pain, and manageable doses can strip them of their powers, making them similar to a human. This piece you're holding is a highly-concentrated dose."

"Best keep this far away from National City's only hero then," I joked, feeling a tad uncomfortable that I was holding such a powerful object.

I placed the Kryptonite back on the desk and tapped Cara. She got the hint and concluded the tour.

Cara and I headed back to CatCo after and she thanked me for accompanying her to the tour. It wasn't a big deal, so I smiled and left her be to write it up, promising to give it a read before she submitted it.

I decided to head to Kara's afterwards, seeing as she was working from home today. I brought some food – her favourite, Potstickers – to surprise her, and knocked on with a smile on my face. Just the thought of seeing her got me all giddy, like a little kid.

"It's open!" Kara called out from the other side.

I rolled my eyes playfully and walked into her flat, setting the food on the kitchen counter. "What did I say about leaving your door unlocked, Kara? It could have been anyone!"

Kara grinned from her position at the dining table, standing up to approach me. "But I knew it was you and– ah!"

I furrowed my eyebrows when I saw Kara stumble over her feet when walking towards me.

"Kara, what is it?" I asked, moving forward to help, but when I touched her, she pushed me away and held the table for support. "Kara!"

I looked closely and realised her veins were glowing bright green. That could only happen if...

"Wait a minute," I said, staying stood still as she gulped hard, still hunched over with pain. "You're in pain... and that can only happen if you've been in contact with–"

"Kryptonite!" she cut me off breathlessly, before staring at me with startled eyes.

I stepped back, feeling my heart drop to my stomach. "You're a Kryptonian."

"Why do you have Kryptonite?!" she questioned, still clutching the table and cowering away from me.

I shook my head, still in awe. "I was at L-Corp and we saw some Kryptonite... but only Kryptonians are affected, and there's only two known Kryptonians on Earth... Superman and..."

She avoided my eyes and that's when my suspicion was confirmed. I felt my mouth go dry as I looked at Kara carefully. Her glasses, that was it. That was the only thing separating her from her other identity, her other life. How could I have missed that?

"I've gotta go," I got out finally, my throat closing up.

"Y/N, please wait," she said desperately, stepping forward, but she stopped herself when overcome with pain. Her skin was glowing green now and I realised that there was still Kryptonite residue on me from that highly-concentrated piece I held earlier.

I turned around and left, feeling my heart beat fast in my chest. Kara was Supergirl. I didn't know what to feel because that very fact was still trying to sink in.

I had no choice but to go back to CatCo after, needing to get the rest of my work done for today. But I couldn't concentrate because of what I'd just discovered. Kara was Supergirl. She was an alien. She had a whole other life I didn't know about.

My phone kept getting notifications from Kara – she wanted to explain herself, but she couldn't see me until she was sure the Kryptonite residue had dispersed. I didn't care about that anyway, I didn't want to see her right now. I wasn't sure what I would say if I did – she'd hidden this from me!

I thought we had something special and unique. I thought I'd finally found someone, something, indestructible. I thought I knew Kara inside and out, I wanted to believe I did. But I was wrong. She was pretending this whole time.

I went home after work, leaving a little early because I wasn't actually getting anything done. I was confused, lost, unsure what to do with this information. Kara was Supergirl. When she disappeared randomly, that's probably why. When she would sneak off with James and Winn... they probably knew, too. It seemed that everyone important to her knew. But I didn't. Maybe I wasn't as important to her as I thought.

When I reached my flat, I saw Kara leaning against the doorframe. She perked up when she saw me, clearing her throat.

"Y/N," she muttered, her voice breaking.

I wanted to ignore her, but I couldn't. I simply stared at her, noticing her red, teary eyes and puffy face that were hidden behind her glasses, the same ones that had hidden her identity. It was literally right in front of me and I hadn't noticed. She hadn't shared it with me. I was so sure we would last. A relationship built upon honesty and trust. Huh. What a joke.

"I don't want to speak to you right now," I said as calmly as I could muster, before fumbling with my keys.

"Y/N, please, I know you're angry, but I need to explain to you," she said desperately. "I don't want to hurt you."

"It's too late for that," I mumbled, swallowing down the lump in my throat before managing to slot the key in the hole and push open my door.

"I'm sorry," she said, following me inside. I rolled my eyes as she watched me with a guilty expression. "I didn't want you to find out like this."

"It seems that you didn't want me to find out at all!" I snapped at her, slamming the front door and spinning around to face her. "I found out by accident, Kara. You lied to me. You didn't trust me."

"I do," she tried, but I shook my head, disguising my hurt with irritation.

"No, you don't, otherwise you would have told me," I stated. "I feel stupid for not figuring it out sooner."

"I'm sorry–"

"I don't want to hear it!" I cut her off. "At first, maybe you didn't trust me enough to tell me, that's fine. Then we admitted we liked each other and okay, fair point, you didn't know if we would last so you didn't want to tell me. It's fine, understandable even, that you didn't tell me. But then we told each other we loved each other. And that could have been your chance. But no. You kept pretending that I actually meant something."

"I wasn't pretending!"

"If you weren't, then I would mean something to you, Kara. I would be important enough in your life to have known the truth!" I shouted, my vision blurry with tears. "You let me fall in love with you! Believing we could go somewhere when this whole time, you were living a whole other life! And apparently everybody else knows but me! Right? I presume that's why you're always hanging out with Winn and James?"

She stayed quiet, watching me with tears streaming down her face, but I couldn't care less. She was hurting me.

"Get out," I said, breathing out.

"Y/N–"

"I said get out," I repeated, glaring at her.

She nodded slowly, looking down to her shoes. "I'm so sorry, Y/N..." She walked past me, and I didn't turn around until I heard the door close.

I released a shaky breath, closing my eyes as tears fell. So much for a happy ending.

–

A lot can happen in a month, which is funny because it goes by quite quickly.

That's how long it had been as I tried to come to terms with how I felt about Kara hiding a big part of her life from me. I couldn't just forgive her and pretend it didn't hurt. The more I thought about it – which was a lot, as much as I tried not to – the more I felt like an idiot.

I was in love with somebody who I truly believed was my perfect someone. I believed she was everything to me, but she was pretending the whole time. I was convinced God was out there, letting me know not to get too attached, too safe with someone, because I would just be setup for disappointment.

Obviously, seeing as Kara and I worked in the same office, it made for, well, pretty much every day an awkward encounter. I tried my best to avoid her presence, which I thought wouldn't be too difficult, but gosh it was. It was like she was everywhere I went – the photocopier, the coffee machine, the toilets. It was infuriating, especially because I began to miss her a lot.

I had to put up with avoiding her eyes and stares from across the room for a long time. I knew she wanted to speak with me, because at first she tried to, but then she gave up and I think everybody knew. Nobody in the office brought it up, but it was obvious they knew, judging from the tension in the air when we were around each other.

And if all of that wasn't enough, it didn't help that I was reminded of Supergirl pretty much every day. She was all over the news and it was literally in my job description to tweet about her when I could. Seeing her – Kara – in all of those photos, reading about how she was literally saving people's lives... it hurt. She didn't trust me enough to tell me about all of it. Was it something I'd said? An impression I gave that made her deem me untrustworthy?

I didn't know anymore. I just knew that by the end of the month, my heart ached more and more, craving for the arsehole that was Kara Danvers. I refused to admit it at first, but when I kept finding myself searching for the blonde around the office, I knew I'd finally accepted what had happened. I wanted her back. I missed her.

It took a while to find the guts to go forward with this, but when I did, I tried to find Kara at work. She wasn't at her desk and nobody had seen her around. I did a quick search around, calling her name, but nothing. Only, when I was on my way into the hallway, I found her standing by the coffee machine. She wasn't alone.

The new-ish guy, Mike or whatever, was stood with her, pretty close to her side, his hand resting on hers on the table.

I knew I had no right – I'd literally blown her off for a whole month – but my heart began to ache at the sight. Whatever they were talking about must have been important. She was staring at him like he had hung all the stars in the sky. Unless that's just what I saw, I wasn't sure. I just knew that I hated it.

The two of them turned around when they heard me call Kara's name and I froze, meeting Kara's eyes for the first time in a long time.

"Y/N?" she breathed out, surprise in her voice and expression.

I licked my lips, backing up. "Sorry, I– sorry. I left it too late. I'll go," I mumbled, my voice breaking.

"No, Y/N, wait!" she tried, but I'd already turned on my heel and speed-walked away.

I felt my eyes tear up like an idiot as I walked away. Of course she'd moved on. Why wouldn't she? I'd wasted her time.

"Y/N, please wait," her voice broke me from my self-pity, and she stopped in front of me, eyes searching mine. "Let me explain."

"I didn't mean to interrupt," I said, clearing my throat. "You don't need to explain anything, Kara. I– I made you wait too long without saying anything. You don't owe me anything." I sucked up a shaky breath and avoided her eyes. "I've gotta go, sorry."

I didn't give her chance to respond, not wanting to hear her comfort me out of pity or obligation, and instead pushed her out of the way before leaving abruptly.

I just felt like an idiot.

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I sat at my kitchen counter and opened the pizza box, tucking in there and then instead of getting a plate. I was tired, upset and wished today was over with.

After seeing Kara with Mike earlier on, I felt embarrassed and couldn't wait for my day to be over with so I could sulk over a box of pizza. I guess I should have seen it coming, since I practically pushed her away and gave her no benefit of the doubt. I deserved it, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt any less.

As I was halfheartedly eating my pizza slice, I heard a knock on the door and groaned inwardly. I really couldn't be arsed with the company.

"Go away," I called out, hoping they'd take the hint.

"Y/N? It's me."

I groaned loudly this time, recognising the voice as Kara's. I paused, glancing at the door, debating whether to tell her to go away. But I realised I'd have to face her eventually, and she was way too stubborn to take my word and leave.

With a heavy sigh, I dropped my pizza slice into the box and wiped my hands on my jeans before going to answer the door. Kara was standing there with a small smile on her lips as I avoided her eyes, cheeks growing warm.

"Hey," she said softly.

I nodded awkwardly. "I– er– hi..." I swallowed hard, saying, "Look, if you're here about earlier today, I'm really sorry, Kara."

"No, you don't need to apologise," she was quick to reply. "It wasn't what you thought, I–"

"You don't need to explain," I cut her off, finally lifting my eyes to meet hers. I didn't want her to explain it. "It's your business. I shouldn't have assumed anything."

Her eyes softened as she clearly had more to say. "Can I come in? Please?"

I would have rather ended the conversation there, but the part of me that missed her deeply was telling me to let her in. Next thing I knew, I was stepping to the side and letting her come in, hoping she couldn't hear the racing heartbeat in my chest.

"Mike isn't just the new guy," she said when I closed the door. "His name is Mon-El. He's an alien."

"Kara–"

"He's an alien and I've been helping him to settle into living on Earth," she cut me off, continuing hurriedly. She held my gaze, not giving me chance to interrupt. "Supergirl has been helping him. That's all it is. That's all it'll ever be."

I pressed my lips together, nodding slightly to show her I understood. Her shoulders relaxed and I felt a bit more at ease now myself. She wasn't moving on. Or at least, not with him.

"I didn't know that because I pushed you away," I admitted, frowning. "I didn't give you a chance... I'm sorry."

"You don't need to apologise," she insisted, shaking her head.

I smiled sadly. "I get it could be too late, but–"

"It's not too late," she said quickly, eyes glistening with hope. "I... I was waiting."

I felt butterflies in my stomach as I felt my embarrassment return. "I needed time, that was it." I sighed to myself as I began to pace uncomfortably. "It was silly, really, how I didn't realise the truth. Everybody else knew and I... I should have known."

"Don't say that," she said, and I felt her hand grab my arm reluctantly. I stopped and faced her, seeing her shaking her head. "I didn't mean for you to feel like that. It wasn't your fault, Y/N, it was mine. I should have told you. I wanted to tell you."

I couldn't help but feel betrayed again. "But you didn't."

She let go of my arm and frowned. "It just happened that Winn was the first person I told. And James already knew because of Superman. And then I wanted to tell you next, but being Supergirl was hard at first. It was demanding. And being Kara with somebody who didn't expect anything more was nice. It was selfish, but I had you. And I wanted to tell you after, but I was scared. And once again, I was selfish because I knew I was falling in love with you and I didn't want to scare you away because of this lie."

I swallowed the lump in my throat as she searched my eyes for something.

"It got out of hand and I was in way too deep," she admitted regretfully. "You won't believe me, but I did want to tell you, Y/N. But now you know. And I know you hate me, but I wish you didn't because I am truly sorry I ever hurt you. I never wanted that."

"I don't hate you," I told her, eyes glassy with tears. "I don't think I could hate you even if I tried, Kara."

"I love you," she whispered, a tear slipping from her eye.

I couldn't stop myself as I pulled her in for a hug, squeezing her tight. I had missed her so much and to have her back in my arms was a blessing, even if it hurt me at the same time.

"I don't completely trust you right now," I muttered truthfully, before pulling away and holding her close.

"I understand," she said, nodding and sniffling.

"But I love you, too," I added, knowing that deep down I couldn't stop. "I want to be with you, Kara. You mean too much to me."

She seemed confused as she furrowed her eyebrows. "What does this mean?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I'd like to start again, but go slow. I still care about you and seeing you with Mike– Mon-El– whatever, made me realise that I can't see you being with somebody else."

"I'll earn back your trust," she promised, tucking a strand of her behind my ear. "I never meant to hurt you."

"I know you didn't," I said, grabbing her hand and kissing it gently. "And I know you will."

She smiled through her tears and I felt my heart beating quickly again, glad I had her back. I moved forward for another hug, relaxing into her arms as she squeezed me comfortingly.

We'd get through this. She was still my happy ending, Supergirl or not.

[bakubub]

Best friend rigs the Secret Santa for Bakugo and yourself to get one another...

A/N: Hullo everybody!! This is part 2 (find part one HERE) of this Pinterest Prompt and part 3 will (hopefully) be the final part. I honestly thought this would be a 800 word fic but now we're barreling towards almost 5k all together whoops lol-

Warnings: Just a few swears here and there, SFW, its literally all Bakusquad shenanigans.

Word count: abt 1.5k, ENJOY <3

"Soooooo~ Who d'ya get for the cringle?" Kaminari asks, leaning back on his chair dangerously to look back at me, sitting on the desk behind him. I raise my eyebrows, since I can't just raise the one, and flick my pen expertly in my hand.

"Mr. Aizawa," I answered seriously. "I'm thinking of getting him another sleeping bag. The musty yellow one isn't really his colour."

Looking genuinely confused, Kaminari looks around to see if anyone else overheard our conversation.

I laugh at him, and kick his chair forward, causing him to shriek as he sits squarely on his butt. I look down to see a folded note on my desk, opening to read it as Mr Aizawa tells us to settle down;

Lover boy was TOTALLY just greasing off Kaminari for making you laugh. I think someone's still jealous from the whole sleeping incident...

Catching Mina's eye, I give her an I don't think so look, which she promptly rolls her eyes at. Its been a whole weekend since the 'sleeping incident', where I had woken up with Kaminari's arms wrapped around my waist and his head nestled on my stomach. Accidentally of course. We, along with Bakugo and Kirishima, had fallen asleep on the couch in the common room, talking late last Friday night.

It really wasn't a big deal... Kaminari apologised several times. I got over it, he got over it, and I don't see why Bakugo, whom Mina just loves to call 'lover boy', would even care.

Plus, I have bigger problems. Like what to get said lover boy for the Christmas Cringle we were supposed to be exchanging this Saturday. He's literally impossible to buy for. Well, I could always just buy him a new pair of shorts or something, but since I've had a crush on him since literally the first day of school, it needs to be perfect.

So far I've thought of a cookbook, an apron, a scarf since he's always wearing the brown one, or maybe even a matching beanie; then again his hair has such personality I don't even know if he CAN put a beanie over those suspiciously natural spikes...

"Hellooooo, come on, Aizawa dismissed us," Mina says, nudging my shoulder.

I snap out of my daze and gather my things, following out of the nearly empty classroom.

"Decided on what to get monsieur Hothead yet?" I sigh, already having predicted this question.

"Nope," I say, popping the p as we walk to the dorm rooms. "I'm thinking of maybe getting-"

"Hey girls, wanna meet at the common room at 6 for a rematch of UNO?" Kaminari asks, coming up from behind us and slinging an arm over my and Mina's shoulders like he always does.

"Yeah sure, we're down." Mina answers, pinching him in the side so he lets us out of his grasp. We duck away, laughing and continuing our banter, before I catch Bakugo's gaze.

"You coming too, Bakugo?" I ask, walking up next to him, ignoring my heart trying to escape its cage.

"Coming where?" He grumbles, still looking disgruntled and angry.

"We're playing UNO around 6 today in the common room. Come on, it'll be fun," I say, trying to persuade him into coming, since he never usually participates.

"HELL NO! I don't have time to waste, especially with you extras," He yells at me. I huff, rolling my eyes and continuing to ignore the feeling of my heart beating in my eyeballs, as I grumble, "you never do," and walk back next to Mina, who was now somehow in a water fight with Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero.

Overall certain that I didn't let my nerves peek through while talking to him, I don't register what's happening as Sero grabs Oijiro's water bottle out of his bag, unscrews the lid, then promptly dumps it over my head.

With Mina, Kirishima, Kaminari and even Bakugo gasping in the background, I wiped the water off my face, before realising my mascara had probably smudged all over my cheeks and glared at Sero, who was slowly backing away.

I practically growl before chasing him, blindly grabbing my own water bottle out of my bag and drenching him, messing up his styled hair which has him shrieking "sorry, I'm so sorry!" and has me cackling in sweet, sweet revenge.

---

"PLUS FOUR?! AGAIN KIRISHIMA! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Mina screeches as she pounds Kirishima's arm from next to him, who is laughing and judging from his reaction, barely feeling her punches. I know from experience, that Mina punches hard. He has to be really tough not to show an inkling of pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just really have to win this one!" He says, shooting a guilty smile Mina's way. Maybe he just doesn't feel pain in general...? I stare at him with suspicion as Mina huffs and she rolls her eyes at him, promptly dropping a four plus for the next person in our circle, who just happened to be me.

"Hey! Not cool, hypocrite." I mutter.

"I had to get my anger out somehow. I'm pretending you're Kirishima. Go on, pick up those cards, you slimy rat," Mina says smugly.

Giving her a confused look at her weird logic, I continued the game, Shoji and Hagakure also having joined in half way.

Just as I'm about to announce UNO, Bakugo stomps through the common room and sits right in between myself and Mina, crossing his legs on the floor and leaning back on his two hands.

"BAKUBRO! YOU CAME!" Kirishima yells excitedly, Kaminari and Sero also whooping and cheering.

"Yeah, yeah, shut up. I finished my work and came to see what you idiots were doing." He says, voice gruff but not screaming for once.

I raise my brows at him, and he scowls and looks the other way, not being able to face me after he so rudely rejected my invitation a few hours ago.

"Oh please, you just couldn't handle the FOMO." I say teasingly, smirking at him without fully turning my face so the others can hear.

Sero stifles a laugh and Kaminari looks confused before the dots connect and he also has his hand clamped around his mouth.

"She has a green 7," is all he says, a sadistic look of satisfaction overtaking his features. It takes a moment for all of us to realise what he just said.

Mina cackles as she changes the colour to red, effectively stopping me from winning the game.

Shooting him a dirty look, I lean over to grab another card, simultaneously elbowing him hard in the shin, which he doesn't even react to.

What is it with these guys and their weirdly high pain tolerance?

Ignoring him now, we continue the game, Kirishima practically slamming his last card on top of the deck. "I WON, I WON, man that was so MANLY," He celebrates as I see Mina rolling her eyes and silently fuming. I begin to shuffle and hand out the cards deliberately skipping Bakugo, which doesn't go unnoticed by him.

"Oi, where are my cards?" He asks, annoyance evident in his tone as Kirishima continues to gloat in the background about how manly his win was and Kaminari complaining about how he never "gets the good cards." When I don't respond, Bakugo steals my cards from in front of me, leaning forward to play with the others.

Snarling, I grab my cards out of his hand, causing him to snarl back, until we're fighting for the 7 cards.

"What are you guys doing, there's a whole ass deck here, you know," Sero says, eyebrows raised and nudging Kirishima.

"These. Ones. Are. MINE." I gasp out, my knee coming around to jab him in his side as his hand pushes me down from my sternum. Oxygen knocked out of my lungs, I gasped for air as I tried to hold the cards out of his reach, my hero training kicking in as I snake my other arm around the back of his neck to hold him in an upside down headlock. Trying to push his forehead onto the ground, I give the cards to Mina, who laughs and takes them, after taking a photo of us.

Having apparently heard the camera click, Bakugo (after struggling a great deal might I smugly add) gets out of my head lock and zones in on Mina. "Delete that photo, Racoon Eyes," He snarls.

"Not in a million years. Awww, look Bakugo are you blushing?" She says, pointing at her phone.

Eyes widening and red creeping up his neck, Bakugo snatches the phone out of her hand and deletes the photo, before getting up and leaving.

"C'mon Bakubro, she's just joking," Kirishima says, following him out.

"Yeah man, you didn't even play a game yet," Sero adds.

"I HAVE STUFF TO DO!" He screams, seemingly going back to his old self.

"Didn't you just say that you finished your homework?" Kaminari asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

"SHUT IT, CHARGEBOLT! I DON'T NEED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF TO YOU," he says a tad too harshly, turning slightly to glare at him with bulging eyeballs. Kaminari closes his mouth and shuffles his cards, trying not to set him off again.

"Bakugo-" I start, but when he doesn't turn, I find myself letting him leave.

Staring dejectedly at Mina, she gives me a giddy smile and grabs my phone, going onto her messages and smirking as she shows me the photo he just deleted.

"I sent it to you as soon as I took it. Thank me later," she says, winking, as she gets up to leave, dragging Sero and Kaminari with her.

I look down at the slightly blurry photo, seeing me handing Mina the UNO cards under Bakugo with a desperate expression. He has his hand pressed down on my sternum, straddling my waist and looking down at me, with an unmistakable smile gracing his features. Unless that's just a new way of scowling.

The phone dims and all of a sudden I'm confronted with my own expression on the darkened screen.

A lovesick fool.

That's all I can see.

A/N: Ngl pretty proud of that ending. JUst in case I'm not as slick as I think I am, she meant herself and Bakugo, hehe <3

Notes, interactions and reblogs are highly appreciated <3

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[starlyte-writes]

My Sincerest Apologies

I thought about those Dream SMP one shots I linked in an earlier post and just decided to put them on here. Seeing as this account is just spam and one shots, it makes sense lol

Anyway, this one is about c!Tommy and c!Sam, so keep in mind that I wrote this when things were... better. (This fic was originally written on March 2nd, so, y'know.)

Needless to say this aged poorly but oh well, take it anyway.

Reminder this fic is based off of the Dream SMP, which is a role-play. I'm writing about the characters, not the people! Just don't want you to think I'm talking about real Dream (who is wonderful) when I'm talking about character Dream (who's a dick).

Trigger Warnings: Crying, Mental Breakdown, References of a past toxic friendship, Mentions of Mental/Emotional abuse, Yelling, Fighting, Swearing (it is Tommy), Mentions of Manipulation

Word Count: 3,407

Stay safe and enjoy!

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It had been a good day.

The SMP was quiet. Calm. Even with the weird "egg vines" that had been sprouting about, there was no feeling of terror. No continuous rush of adrenaline. No constant thoughts of how death was around every corner.

It was just Tommy and everyone else. Him and the SMP. He was happy. He wasn't alone anymore.

It was a good day.

Well, it had been a good day.

He's just not allowed to have those, is he?

"Hello again, TommyInnit!" a familiar voice called out, sounding cartoonish and a pitch just a tad too high.

"Hey, Sam Nook!" It was just Sam, Tommy knew that. He wasn't an idiot. But, on his first day making the Big Innit Hotel (name made by yours truly), Sam had jokingly started talking in that voice. And, well, it was too stupid to not laugh at it.

Besides, when was the last time he really laughed? It almost made him feel like a kid again. Or at least remind him that he still is one.

He'd been forgetting about that a lot lately.

"The progress of the hotel is going along well!" Sam chirped, smiling down proudly. "You seem to be in a good mood, TommyInnit."

"I am!" It wasn't a lie. His chest was puffed up, face that proud and shameless smile he hadn't worn in months. Apparently hanging out with Tubbo and vandalizing shit with Ranboo and Charlie can make you feel like that. "It's been a good day, for once." He let out a light scoff, but there was a hidden bitterness to it.

If Sam noticed, he didn't comment. "That is good to hear! I hope you were able to obtain the four stacks of cobblestone I asked for. The hotel can't continue to be built without it!"

Shit.

The world came crashing down on him almost instantly. The bright sun was suddenly unbearable. Tommy's stomach became knotted, filling up with burning dread. Or maybe it was bile. The teen's breath picked up as Tommy became acutely aware of the tall cliff right next to him and Sam.

How could he have been so careless? How could he forget? Sure, he's been on good terms with Sam throughout this ordeal, but that's just because he always did as he was told! Sam had trusted him to do what he asked and Tommy just blatantly ignored him.

But surely Sam will know it was an accident. He hadn’t meant to get distracted, it was a mistake. They were friends, weren’t they?

“I thought we were friends, Tommy.”

No.

“Friends don’t lie to each other.”

No no no no no no.

This was Sam, not Dream. Dream was in prison. He was supposed to be over this by now. It’s fine, it’s fine, just let him know he’s sorry.

“Sam, I am so so sorry,” Tommy choked out. His throat felt as if it was closing in on itself. He was out in the open but everything felt so tight.

The creeper seemed to hesitate, his smile slipping ever so slightly. “Ah… about what, TommyInnit?” he asked, though the bounce in his voice was gone.

He’s mad.

He’s gonna be so upset with him.

The teenager put his hands up slowly as if dealing with a wild animal. His brow was suddenly thick with sweat and his eyes flew about their surroundings. No one else was around. No one would know if he lost his last life.

“I trusted you, Tommy.”

“I swear, I was going to get the cobblestone, I really was! In fact, I-here’s proof, I have some-” He fumbled over his own words as he struggled to pull half a stack of cobblestone from his bag. “See! I was doing it, I promise.”

He held out the cobblestone like an offering, but when he looked at Sam the man was no longer smiling.

“Put it in the pit, Tommy.”

Tommy clung onto his bag tightly. He didn’t want to lose his stuff. Not again. He had been trying so hard to get some good stuff again, on his own this time!

What if Sam blew up his house?

What if Sam blew up the hotel?

He couldn’t build it himself, that was the point of hiring him in the first place! What if he chased him out of the SMP? What if he had to leave again, with nothing, again, be alone again.

“Tommy!” He flinched violently as Sam grabbed his shoulders. He’s mad, he’s mad, oh he’s so mad.

“Sam, really, I’m so sorry. Tubbo was helping me get it and then Ranboo and Charlie came by and I forgot. I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, I can go get it right now, I promise-”

“Tommy, look at me, please!”

“I can even double it, if you need more! Just please don’t take my things away. Please, I really like my stuff. Please, please, I swear I’m sorry, I really am-”

“Tommy, it’s okay!”

The world went quiet.

When Tommy looked up at Sam, the creeper looked blurry. With a blink, he realized he had started crying. Fuck.

At once he went to rub at his eyes, looking down with a red face. He felt Sam’s hands flinch, as if he was going to grab his hands but hesitated.

The two sat in silence for a moment, the teen uncomfortably sniffing from time to time. Everything still felt so closed in, despite being outside, and there was a constant buzzing in his head.

Why didn’t you listen, he’s your only friend, you’ll be alone again alone you’re alone alonealonealone-

“Tommy.” It was softer, but tough enough that he still flinched. Slowly, but surely, Tommy met Sam’s eyes and was shocked to find they were… concerned? “I’m not upset with you. At all.”

Oh, so he was going with that tactic.

The boy closed in on himself slightly, looking down once more. “Sam, you don’t have to lie to me. I’m sorry, I truly am, just let me fix it, please.” Sam squeezed his shoulders gently.

“I’m not lying. You did nothing wrong.”

“But I did! I promised you cobblestone and I didn’t do it. I’m, I’m a bad-”

“You’re not a bad friend, Tommy, I-”

“I am! I had a simple task, one task! And I didn’t listen.”

“You never listen, Tommy! I asked you to do one thing, one thing! And you couldn’t!”

“Tommy, it’s alright, you aren’t-”

“Stop lying to me!” Tommy flinched at his own voice. He wanted Sam to let go of him. He wanted to run away. He wanted to leave, to never return, to get out, get out, get out-

Breathe, a voice that sounded distinctly like his long gone brother said. Though he hesitated, he listened.

Letting out a slow and shaky breath, he looked up slightly. He still couldn’t meet Sam in the eyes. “You don’t have to pretend. To, to trick me. I was a bad friend. I’m sorry, Sam.”

Tommy blinked, and when his eyes opened once more they were at eye level with Sam’s. He had crouched down, just barely. The teen jerked back, but Sam kept a steady hold on his shoulders.

“Tommy,” he started, voice soft and delicate and way too caring. “I’m not lying. I’m not mad at you. It’s okay you don’t have the cobblestone. You didn’t have to get it to me right away.”

“But you asked for it. It was a rule. You ask for something, I bring it to you, you build my hotel and be friends with me.” Sam winced at his wording, and Tommy felt his brows furrow. “What?”

“Friendship isn’t part of the contract, Tommy.”

His heart dropped.

If Sam wasn’t friends with him anymore, if he had fucked up that badly, who’s to say everyone else won’t leave? They all did the first time he messed up. No, he couldn’t go back to that, back to being by himself, alone, exiled. Surely he could fix this. They wouldn’t abandon him again, would they?

Would they?

“I’m friends with you because I want to be,” Sam continued. It took a second, but once Tommy registered the words the panic was (momentarily) subsided with confusion.

“What do you mean? I wrote in the contract, ‘you have to be one of my best friends.’ That’s part of the deal.”

Sam let out a chuckle, but it sounded almost pitying, and if Tommy weren’t so stressed he’d probably be irked by the baby face the man was giving him. “Tommy, I want to be your friend because I want to, not cause I have to.”

…

What?

“I...I don’t,” he stuttered, his eyes feeling hot and itchy, but he couldn’t look away from Sam. He looked so genuine. So kind and earnest, like he truly just wanted to see Tommy succeed, to see Tommy happy.

But that’s not how things work. People get annoyed with Tommy. They deal with him if they have to and leave as soon as they can. They use him, they trick him, nobody just wants to suffer through the annoying stubborn prick that he is.

He can’t be serious. He has to be lying.

Sam looked around, noted the open walled hotel, and slowly began to push the boy towards it. “Let’s head somewhere more private, yeah?”

Panic rushed through Tommy once more with full force. He sharply shook his head, to the point where his neck made a small painful pop. Moving somewhere else, he’s taking him somewhere, he doesn’t wanna leave, please don’t kick him out again, no, he’s finally had a home.

“Just over to the hotel, I promise,” the creeper reassures, his hand now barely resting on Tommy’s shoulder.

He hesitated, but after thinking about the fact that there aren’t any walls to stop him from escaping, he shuffles over towards his prized project.

“You broke my trust, so now you have to start from scratch.”

“I don’t want to do this, Tommy, but you left me no choice.”

“I’m messing with you!”

That last one didn’t fit in with the rest. Yet before Tommy could think about where that memory came from because Dream’s my friend, why would he mess with me? Sam had started talking again.

“Let me make this clear, Tommy. You’re not in any trouble. I promise. In fact, I’m glad you’re hanging out with Ranboo and Charlie! With anyone, really.”

Tommy arched a brow, and before he could stop himself he quipped, “You sound like a dad concerned for his lonely-ass kid.” Something seemed to shine in Sam’s eyes at the word “dad”, a word Tommy hadn’t been fond of in a while, but he didn’t comment. He was already pushing it.

Sam seemed to bite something down right before it left his mouth, and instead let out an amused chuckle. “I guess I kinda do. Point is, it’s okay you didn’t get the cobblestone. I’d never get mad at you for something as unimportant as that.”

“But it is important. You can’t continue to build the hotel without it!” Tommy insisted, hugging himself tightly now that the man had let go of him.

Once again, Sam seemed to debate something. Slowly, but surely, he said, “Well, that’s not relatively true. It does help loads, but I could technically still continue building the base structure.”

What.

Something snapped in Tommy, that old stubbornness that he’d been scared of showing for quite a while, and couldn’t stop himself as he yelled, “You’ve been fucking babying me!”

While he held a strong front, the teen was internally terrified he had stepped over some boundary, resisted more than he should’ve.

But Sam just let out a laugh, some tension leaving his shoulders. “Look, it really does help me out!”

A question appeared in his mind, and Tommy decided to test something. “All this time I’ve been working my ass off and you could’ve been what, half way done with the hotel by now?! Sometimes it feels like I work for you and not the other way around.”

Sam was smiling now. “No, I promise, you’re a huge help.”

Tommy internally held his breath. “You’re a real bitch, you know that, Sam?! Jesus Christ it’s a good thing you can build shit otherwise I’d ‘ve fired you by now. I am not a child. I am the biggest of men and your boss!”

Sam let out a big and hearty laugh, the kind where your shoulders bounce up and down and you can’t wipe that smile off your face. It was quick, but it was real. Tommy couldn’t believe it.

He really wasn’t mad at him.

“Yes, okay, okay, I admit it, I was kind of babying you, but please don’t fire me, Mr. Innit,” the creeper joked, crossing his arms, but not in a threatening way.

The teen wanted to make a snappy retort. Wanted to keep the warm atmosphere that had appeared. But all he could do was stare wide-eyed.

After a few seconds too long, Sam began to grow concerned agan. “Tommy?” he asked hesitantly.

“You’re really not mad at me.” It left his mouth before he could stop it. That look of sorrow came over the man again, but this time there was no pity. Just concern.

“Of course I’m not mad, Tommy. I’ll never be mad at you, and even if I am I’d never do anything to hurt you. I promise.” Tommy wanted to believe him. He really did.

But he was too quick to trust too many people to fall for it again.

“You don’t know that,” he mumbled, looking at the ground once more.

Sam paused with his hand in the air, but soon gently placed it on Tommy’s arm. Tommy had to fight to hold himself still. “I really do. I wouldn’t lie to you about it. Not like Dr- uh, others have.”

He perked up at that. “You were going to say Dream, weren’t you?”

“Well, I just mean the general group of people who’ve lied to you,” Sam tried to defend, but now the creeper was the one avoiding eye contact.

Tommy stared long and hard, and soon enough his eyes drifted over to the prison. The prison that held Dream. The man he thought was his friend. Because no, Dream wasn’t his friend. He’s a fucking psychopath that almost killed Tubbo just to toy with Tommy.

And he was locked up. For good.

Suddenly it clicked.

“You know what Dream did to me, don’t you?” He had intended for the question to be rough and intimidating, but it only came out quiet, scared.

“He’s told me while I watch over him," he admitted before quickly adding, "I, Tommy, the things he did to you… No one should go through that, nonetheless a child!”

“I’m not a child.” His voice was a bit sharper that time, but not because he was defensive. He was ashamed.

“Tommy, you are. Everyone seems to forget that, even you! I just, I was so concerned that you had to go through that, alone, I had to make sure you were okay!”

He knew it.

“So you aren’t my friend. I’m just your patient to heal, right?”

“That’s not what I said-”

“I’m the little baby you need to look after, aren’t I? Look, Sam, I have managed perfectly fine on my own! I’ve never had anyone I could fully trust, fully lean on. I don’t need anyone. I’ll never need anyone but myself .” It was a flat out lie and they both knew it.

“I don’t just hang out with you to fix you, you don’t need fixing! But you need someone there for you. I knew that it was wrong. To put a kid through war. To send a kid to exile. It was wrong from the start.  I offered to help you, but gods I wish I had just forced you to come live with me! The stuff Dream did to you is awful and Tommy, I just want you to be happy!”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not!"

“You are! No one cares. No one cares! It’s over and done with. I’m fine, I don’t need therapy, I don’t need to be coddled, I just need to move on! I don’t need someone to pretend to be my friend, I don’t need friends, I don’t, I don’t need a brother, I don’t need a father, I don’t need anyone! ”

There was a beat of quiet save for Tommy’s heaving breaths. He was crying again, dammit. He took in his words and that familiar anxiety kicked up. He’d gone too far, rebelled too much.

If only he could learn to shut his stupid mouth-

In the blink of an eye a pair of arms were hugging him. On instinct he tried to push away, to fight it and escape. But they just squeezed tighter, and Tommy froze when he felt a single drop on his shoulder.

“You need someone.”

Tommy couldn’t stop himself. The most horrendous sob escaped him, shook his entire being. He fell into Sam’s hold, a flood gate he had fought so hard to keep together bursting open. It was like he couldn’t breathe, every breath wracking his soul till he was left gasping for air.

He cried and cried and cried. A mix of blubbering “I’m sorry” and “please don’t leave me” managed to find their way through his tears until his throat was raw and eyes empty of tears. But even after that he still didn’t let go.

He just didn’t want to be alone.

Never again.

Sam didn’t cry, didn’t comment. He just hugged him, shushing his pleas for forgiveness, promising him “it was okay.” That “everything will be alright.” Neither of them knew if that was true, but they didn’t want to dwell on it.

They sat there for a while, gods above knew how long. It was a miracle nobody walked past to notice a creeper holding onto a sobbing child.

Tommy felt more like a little kid than he had in years.

More fragile and vulnerable than he had allowed in almost a decade.

Sam didn’t seem to mind.

Tommy couldn’t find it in himself to care.

Eventually though, the hugging grew awkward for the teen, and with a bit of squirming he was released from the creeper’s grasp. They were sitting on the floor (when did they get down there?) and Sam just gave him a patient stare.

Tommy didn’t know what he was going to say, but he definitely didn’t think it would be, “Tell anyone I did that and you’re fucking dead.”

Sam let out a surprised laugh, having not expected it either, but he smiled. “I promise.”

“Good.”

Another pause, but this one more comfortable than the last. Sam just kept staring at him with this weird loving look as if he was almost… proud of him? For what, Tommy had no clue. He literally just sobbed himself dry on the floor of a barely built hotel. There was nothing to be proud of.

He didn’t mind it, though. Almost like a proud dad. (He tried not to think about that too much.)

“Thank you,” Tommy croaked out after a bit more staring.

Sam nodded, with that same pleased gaze. “Of course, Tommy.”

The teen stumbled to his feet, brushed off some nonexistent dirt, and coughed. “I’m… um, going to go get that cobblestone,” he explained, not sure whether to leave or not.

Rising to his feet as well, Sam nodded. “Take your time,” he replied, though his voice was reassuring.

Tommy let out an awkward chuckle, nodded in return, and turned to leave with the creeper’s eyes burning into his head.

His head felt like it was filled with bees as he left for the mines. A constant buzzing with indistinguishable thoughts flying around. He tried not to think about what just happened. About how Sam knew what Tommy had gone through.

He was the only person who now understood why he avoided narrow holes or flinched just at the sight of TNT. Why he was always hesitant to hand something over, or why if he did he had to physically stop himself from dropping everything else as well. Why he was suddenly so much more apologetic.

Someone knew what happened. It wasn’t his and Dream’s secret anymore.

He wasn’t alone.

…

Maybe the day hadn’t been that awful after all.

-

I know that was angsty, and probably hurts more now with how things have changed in canon, but I hope you liked it!

(reblogs and likes are appreciated!)

-Star