#AND I WAS ALSO GOING TO GO SEE IT FOR AN ASSIGNMENT. FUCK.

[jasvtsc]

young!jensen x reader. ex-bf!jensen x reader.

discreet glances.

small smiles.

mouthing things you couldn’t say aloud.

secret touches under the table. 

your pinky finger rubbing his as he had his hand on your knee.

all of that? it turned into complete ignorance.

you were confused about what caused your breakup with jensen. you both were fine. everything was fine. up until one night, it wasn’t anymore. you came back home, where he was already waiting for you, his head hung low as he kept his hands clasped tightly together. you could see a small tremble in them as if he was holding back his sadness. or anger. you couldn’t tell. 

you dropped your bag and tilted your head to the side, slowly approaching him. you were quiet. he was quiet. the whole apartment was quiet except for the clock, slowly ticking in the background, and some white noise coming from the kitchen. you felt your heart slowly coming up your throat as he finally lifted his glossy green eyes to look at you. once so full of life and love, now replaced with sadness and heartbreak.

exactly 38 minutes and 16 seconds later, you and jensen broke up. he said it was distance and work. you both were young, freshly rising stars. you had your projects — most of them abroad, and he had his stuff here. it wouldn’t have worked, that’s what he said. dnd you just agreed. 'cause what else was there? if he didn’t want to fight for the two of you, why should you? two people make a relationship. not one.

so, once cheerful looks turned to avoidance of eye contact whenever your eyes met.

once quiet chuckles turned to sternness and ignoring each other.

once intimate touches turned into keeping distance as if one of you had some kind of disease.

you tried to move on. you tried. after spending countless hours crying yourself to sleep and wondering what you did wrong, you finally stepped out into the world again. slowly, you were regaining your spirit, that gleam in your eyes you lost due to the heartbreak. but most importantly, you finally let go of your past. of him. 

maybe one day your paths will cross again.

jensen also tried to get back on track. but the looming feeling of guilt and realisation that he had lost the best things in his entire life hung heavy on his shoulders. he knew he made a mistake. he should’ve never chosen his career over you. you were always supporting him, you were there for him and he went and dumped it cause what? a young heartthrob like him would lose fans if others found out he was in a relationship. he knew he should’ve never listened to his manager. but now? it was too late. you were gone. 

now, whenever he saw you, his eyes were full of longing.

his heart was crying for you.

he knew that he had to talk to you again. no matter if you hated him. he had to see you.

you were in your assigned place at some awards show. and you weren’t sure if it was just your luck or he did that on purpose, but jensen was sitting next to you. at first, you were thinking about changing your seat, but then again, there was no bad blood between the two of you. you could act like adults, right?

“baby, listen to me, i’m sorry— “ he started, turning his head to look at you with those green eyes that had so much depth to them. and again, you could see that love in them. fuck, you were crumbling. you weren’t over him as much as you thought that you were.

“hey, it’s okay. it’s fine. we’re fine.”

“we’re not, ‘kay? i regret my decision every single fucking minute of the day. i’m a fucking idiot. i should’ve never break your heart like that. i love you, baby. please, i— ” he sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “i’m sorry. about everything.”

you didn’t know what to do. your heart was yearning for him. you missed him, so much. but he broke your heart, there was no going back from that.

so, you sat in silence, just staring at each other as people around were clapping and cheering for the person on stage. but you didn’t care nor did jensen. his whole world was sitting right in front of him.

a/n: okay so yeah i wrote a little sth and tbh im not sure how i feel about it lmao i just hope that you enjoy it guys <3

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[megumislovedoll]

super shy? no, super lucky

⠀ ⠀— chapter 2 of the cool with you series

yn pov 3rd person

She sighed, finally finishing her test. Now, it was time to see what she got on it. She'd been lucky enough to remember her test was today just in time, but now let’s see if she was lucky enough to get a good grade despite her last minute studying, constantly leaving online classes early, and turning in assignments late. 

Which the only reason why these things would happen is because of newjeans. 

“ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh,” she whispered, her hand shaking as she reached for the refresh button—or maybe she was just being dramatic. She pressed it, and then—“YES! OH MY GOD!” she cheered, seeing her grade: a B. 

Just as she was about to scream some more, a text popped up, it was utahime reminding the group about an afternoon dance rehearsal for their new song, Supernatural.

“Right, rehearsal,” she murmured, calming down a little but still feeling the excitement. She grabbed her dance bag and was just about to leave when she caught a look at her reflection in the mirror by the door. Maybe she should actually get ready for the day—considering she’d just ran out of bed in panic earlier today and hadn’t even showered yet.

Megumi’s pov 3rd person

morning classes are done, and now he has about an hour and thirty minutes until his afternoon classes. Everyone else is out of the dorm doing something, except Toge, who’s napping on the couch. Megumi opens the fridge—nothing, besides four eggs left. "Of course," but he pulls the eggs out of the fridge and starts cooking them, which makes Toge’s big back ass wake up.

"Can I get some?" Toge asks.

"No."

"Why?"

"Because there’s only four, and you guys are always eating everything anyway."

Toge groans. Maybe a few minutes later, Megumi gets a text from Yuuta: "megumi it’s your turn to get the groceries and share some eggs with toge"

"No way you just snitched on me," Megumi says. "Shareeee, Megumi."

"You know what," he says, "since you wanna be so big..." He puts the cooked eggs onto a plate. "Have the rest. I don’t fucking care."

He moves toward the door and grabs his keys. 

"Wait, where are you going?" Toge asks.

"To get some groceries, since you wanted to tell on me," he replies, leaving the dorm.

Yn pov 3rd person 

It’s been about 15 minutes, and Uber won’t fucking work. She tried reopening the app, restarting her phone, deleting and downloading the app EVERYTHING but it won’t work. She also tried asking the other members to pick her up; half of them are already there, and the other half hasn’t seen her message.

“guess I’m just gonna have to walk.”

The walk isn’t exactly long, just a few minutes, but it’s still risky considering she could get noticed. So, she’s gonna have to wear a mask and some glasses. She went down the stairs, then out the door, walking down the street with her head down as well so she could definitely not be noticed. Amazing idea, right?

Yeah, until you bump int—

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[tigerincahoots]

MAYBE HENRY WAS USED TO IT… but he shouldn’t be. Not that Kevin usually took it upon himself to defend someone – he couldn’t give two fucks about someone else’s problems – but there were times were a line needed to be drawn. He had been an army brat all of his life. He was mocked when he was younger by superior officers and guys who held the same rank as him. He was the butt of everyone’s jokes until the day he stood up for himself, punched someone in the throat and left them wheezing on the floor without a care. He had no patience for bullies. Ignorant or not. And to even think that Henry had been dealing with that shit for fuck knows how long…?

”THAT IS NOT AN EXCUSE.” Now that they were away from the others, his semblance became almost softer. Almost as if he was genuinely displaying some sort of emotion toward the whole circumstance. “They might be scared or plain ignorant but that doesn’t give anyone the right to bully someone. I was bullied before and I lack the tolerance for that shit. If they can’t behave like proper adults, someone needs to set their fucking asses straight.” And as long as that assignment would continue, he would proceed to have Henry’s back. Not just because that’s what a good partner would do but no one deserved to be the butt of everyone’s joke. “I’m sorry you had to deal with them.” Another unnatural display of emotion. He did not feel sorry for anything, really. “They won’t bother you again.”

AS HE GLANCED BACK TO THE GROUP, the comment of him being hot when he was annoyed at people who were not Henry almost made him chuckle, forcing him to turn his head to his partner and look him straight in the eye. Up close, Henry did have the most gorgeous eyes. How come he hasn’t noticed those yet? “What? Are you telling me that seeing me tell those idiots to fuck off gave you a boner?” Like clockwork, his gaze lowered to Henry’s bulge – a sly smirk growing like a Cheshire cat plastered on his lips. “Should I scream at them some more then? If that’s what gets your engine running – I can keep it going for as long as you need me to.” He was definitely flirting but also trying to move past the whole pathetic display that the coroner and the other officers had displayed. Again – SHEEP. He would not lose more time with them than needed.

”WHAT DO YOU MEAN ALONE?” One eyebrow rose, head tilting to the side with mild curiosity as Kevin couldn’t help but wonder what Henry was about to do. Something weird that he was afraid his partner would see? “You say you have an open mind. So do I. I’m coming with.” Not only because they were partners but he was curious about whatever Henry was going to do. He did smell human for all intents and purposes but maybe there was more to him than he had expected? Some big secret? “I was in the army. I did and saw stuff, Quinn. Your definition of unusual might be quite different from mine.” And he was curious. Sure – curiosity killed the cat but he still have eight other lives to spare so what was the issue? “I’ll trust you if you trust me.”

Henry didn't care about the laughing, he was used to it, but also he had learned a long time ago that someone's opinion of you said more about them than it did you. Gone were his younger days when comments about him being 'weird' would hurt his feelings. Now he saw his uniqueness as a gift. Still though, no one had ever stood up for him before, and he was surprised it was Kevin of all people.

"The 'Wong' assignment? Really?" Henry smiled and shook his head. "I understand your frustration with them, but don't let it bother you if possible. The jokes, this line of work, sometimes you have to laugh or make some dark jokes to stay sane. It's how some of them cope." He didn't add that the typical man had no idea how to control their emotions or face them; that any sign of sadness or empathy wasn't macho and seen as weakness. Henry didn't comply to any of that nonsense. And that's why they didn't bother him, they were ignorant, fragile, and unable to emote. In a way, he felt pity for them.

"At the end of the day it's up to the coroner after the autopsy to determine the COD, despite what we think. We just keep investigating as though it were a murder, for now." Henry didn't know if murder was the right word. If Kevin was right, and this was some beast, was this just it's nature, or deliberate?

Henry tilted his head and gave Kevin and raised eyebrow, "Mm hmm, sure, sure, you know as much as I do. You said werewolf, what's that about? I'm open to the possibility. I'm from West Virginia, we believe in Mothman." He smiled, "You know, you're kinda hot when you're annoyed by someone that's not me." He gave his partner a pat on the shoulder. "Thanks for sticking up for the victim, and me."

He took a deep breath, "I have to do something now, I usually do it alone, and it's gonna be a little....unusual."

[angered-box]

btw i accidentally fell asleep yesterday at fucking. 6 30 so I missed the play. this can't keep happening

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Marvel Meow (2021), Nao Fuji | Professor X and Magneto

Bonus:

[heartorbit]

i wanna make a prsk major arcana...

[eikichi-supremacy]

If nothing else Koenma is a Kuwabara stan and I'm right there with him o7 (I need to write the kuwameshi fic that goes with this fr)

[cluescorner]

I cannot imagine being a Damian stan right now. You've got both Zdarsky's bullshit (where he clearly doesn't give a shit about your boy) and The Boy Wonder (where Juni Ba clearly gives so many shits about your boy) coming out on the same day. The whiplash must be insane. I hope y'all get some nice warm soup for your efforts jfc

[pinkinsect]

ryukaisae (??? idk. simultaneous ryusae and kaisae) is a ship i think would be really funny because it's just sae with two boyfriends who fucking hate each other, which he wouldn't really care about

[puppyeared]

Ouhhhh friendship I love friendship……..

[sapphire-weapon]

update: i am Unwell

[faaun]

pls i need to provide updates

[pebblezone]

Took 30 years to get there!

[liquidstar]

i wanna preface this by saying im not big into furry stuff but im big into oc stuff, so sorry to all the furries if i sound like a poser. but i think if you have a human oc theres gotta be a difference between what their fursona would be (from the pov of you, their creator) and what it actually is (what they would chose). do you understand what i mean? theres a big difference between their fursona and your animal version of them.

[unopenablebox]

cmon man that’s not a sonnet. where are the iambs

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

I feel like the post I just reblogged pointing out the all-or-nothing in how many people interact with their deconstruction of systems of oppression is resonating for me right now with so many different moments in my life where someone decides that because some part of myself has access to some of the levers of control/influence/etc that come with the relationship to power, and decides what that must mean about all the other parts of me that might be explicitly refused access to those same levers.

It has happened in so many spaces/aspects of my life, and it can be so hard to feel safe and seen and trusting of others when that's my chronic relationship to being perceived - half truths and obfuscation.

It doesn't really change regardless of who's doing the assuming either. Like, where they land in relation to systems of power may influence which direction they lean in their assumptions about me, but even that is often inconsistent. Both sides of the equation (those who share my marginalizations and those who exist in spaces of closer proximity to power) will still do it nonetheless.

When I was doing my liminal social identities work in undergrad, this was actually a big part of the conceptualization we explored of traumtic alienation of self as individual from self as collective, and what it can do to people to exist in this liminal relationship with your environment and the people in it. As I'm starting to gather my thoughts about my stress modeling, this conceptualization is bubbling back to the surface. I'm finding myself meandering through it on both a path specifically my own, and in an effort to better understand what other paths may be available to people during their version of the process/experience.

Selfhood is so fragile, and so in need of balance between self-construction and co-construction for us humans, and that gives us so many beautiful, even spiritual, experiences of meaning making and generativity of self. It also createa many pivot points where we may find room in our path for vulnerability or blurring of self. As much as these pivot points can be distressing, I think they also sometimes become our foundations of change/personal evolution, when we find that through the distress of existing in shift, something meaningful is occurring or observable in our experience of self-in-transition.

I think something I've valued especially about my own relationship with self is its transience. It doesn't always end up somewhere I would be happy to sustain, but it always allows me a degree of comfort in complexity that I think has made my body-mind a safer place for me overall.