#Also I didn't name any specific ones because I couldn't bother to look them up

[asktheahogesandblondes]

You guys ever go to conventions?

Makoto:Yeah, sometimes.

Junko:Sometimes we go together, other times we go alone and in very rare times all 6 of us go.

Hajime:Not everyone shares the same interest obviously and they might not have the time, so logically they don't go.

Natsumi:Or sometimes a friend or family member wants to go and so we go with them.

Shuichi:And sometimes we go with our partners to something even if we aren't into the same thing to have a good time...

Miu:Or if you're Makoto you go with Despair Bitch to make sure she doesn't cause Despair.

[g1rld1ary]

I feel like you’d eat up this idea so much but Camp Counselor James Potter!!

Where its semi frenemies to lovers after James unexpectedly becomes head camp counselor alongside reader, thus forcing them closer as they have to work together. I’d imagine James as a sports/swim instructor who the campers adore and reader as an arts and crafts teacher who James has liked for years since they met at camp (even before they became counselors.)

summer friends - camp counselor!james potter x camp counselor!reader

wc: 2816

cw: swearing, implied fem!r but i don't think any pronouns, alcohol, throwing up (once)

part TWO

first of all thank u so much for the compliment anon i hope i am doing it justice!! i actually love this idea and so there's gonna be more parts because i have so many fun lil camp ideas already HOWEVER we don't rlly have summer camps where I'm from so if u wanna see anything specific (activity/trope etc) please request!!! love u xoxo

It was stinking hot already. The clock in your car was broken so you weren't sure exactly what time it was, but you were sure it was too early to have sweat dripping from your brow. Nine, maybe. Still, nothing could bring down your present mood, not the sweat, not the early morning on a weekend, not even that your Fleetwood Mac CD kept skipping during The Chain. No, you were in the best mood you'd been in in a while and nothing could ruin it.

You were headed back to camp. Your camp. It was your first year as head counselor at the camp you'd grown up in and you were filled to the brim with excitement and drive to make this summer as magical as the ones you had growing up. Pulling into the dirt parking space you sighed contently, glad to be back where you belonged.

It was weird to see the camp almost empty. You'd been a general counselor before so you'd seen the camp without kids, but being one of the first there in the morning was peaceful. You waved cheerfully at one of the cooks who'd been working since you were a kid, laughing as he tried to return the gesture over the boxes he was hustling into the kitchen.

You broke into a jog to catch up with the camp director who you needed to meet with, smiling widely when he greeted you. You made small talk as he led you around the camp, giving directions to some of the staff setting up in between his extended spiel explaining your duties. You really were trying to listen but you couldn't help your eyes darting to each movement in the corner of your vision. The other head counselor should have been here already, and it wasn't like him to be late. Michael was one of the many kids you'd grown up with through summers, and he was just as devoted to camp as you were, so it wasn't surprising he also made head counselor, but it was surprising that he was now late.

"Where's Michael?" You asked when the director took a breath. He turned to look at you, one eyebrow raised slightly.

"Didn't we tell you? Michael had a health scare, he can't work this summer." You could feel your mouth hanging open. The two of you had been talking about this for years, dreaming of becoming the head counselors.

"So who's—"

"Nothing like the fresh air, is there?" Your shoulders tensed just by the timbre of it, you could recognise that voice anywhere.

"Potter," You turned to greet him, ponytail swinging behind you.

"No need for last names, love, I saw your braces phase," James retorts and you huff, rolling your eyes dramatically.

"Yeah, yeah, and I've got pictures of your acne. So you're really my partner this summer?" James didn't bother replying, his cocky grin saying it all. You felt the director's eyes on both of you and refrained from another snip in fear of it undermining your leadership, but still shot James a dead-eyed smile to let him know you weren't done.

You were dismissed to settle in until the other counselors arrived for briefing after a few other business matters (for which both you and James stayed civil and responsible) and all but ran to your car, eager to get the moving in part over with as quick as possible.

After so many years of making camp your home away from home, you'd pretty much nailed the routine of packing and unpacking, and your part of the four-girl cabin was taking shape very nicely if you did say so yourself. You even had time to stick up the photos you'd printed out, which usually took at least a week to happen. You were just wiping the sweat off your face with the hem of your t-shirt when someone cleared their throat. You didn't need to guess who it was.

James was leaning against the doorframe, looking unfairly unperturbed by the heat.

"Sorry your dream boy couldn't be here," He said and you couldn't quite tell if he was joking.

"Michael and I—"

"Relax, I was talking about your real boyfriend, remember?" You paused at his statement, studying your painted fingers intently.

"We broke up," You said quietly, not daring to look at James in fear of him teasing you about it. You consequently missed the flash of curiosity (and maybe relief) that passed across his features.

"Sorry," He said awkwardly, still under the doorframe.

"It's fine. He's a dickhead."

"I could have told you that last summer!" He laughed, then slapped a hand over his mouth as he realised it might have been too far. You managed a small laugh yourself, if only to make him feel better about his misstep.

"Yeah, yeah. Last summer you also thought swallowing gum would fuse your insides together."

"And I stand by that! You should just learn to listen to me," He crowed, eyes sparkling with mischief. You rolled your eyes again, pushing yourself off the bed to reapply your deodorant.

"If I ever start listening to you, take it as a sign I'm losing my marbles," You said, ducking under the arm James had stretched across the doorframe, "Now come on, everyone'll be arriving." You don't stop to see if he's following, marching out of your cabin and toward the dining hall where the counselors would convene. James watched you go for a moment with a soft grin before jogging to catch up and bother you some more.

The dining hall was already buzzing with energy and noise and the campers hadn’t even arrived yet. You smiled as you watched the counselors meet and mingle, some of them being kids you’d grown up with almost your whole life.

“Everything the light touches is our kingdom,” James’ whisper appeared from behind you.

“You are so lame.” You don’t bother looking at him, convinced you knew exactly what face he’d be pulling. “Now make yourself useful and greet everyone.” You might have been a little rude, but it was clear to you that this job wasn’t nearly as important to James as it was to you. Head counselor was something you’d been working towards since you’d started at camp, and you would like to keep the gig through college if James didn’t ruin it for you.

A booming noise silenced the room, and you were surprised to know it came from James. He started off the address for you outlining all the boring housekeeping notices you could recite in your sleep. They were almost exactly the same every year, except for James’ insistence on being the funniest in the room and making jokes after every other statement.

“As you know if you find any contraband in the camper’s belongings report it to the camp director, especially if it’s an illicit substance, as there may be serious discipline. However, if it’s alcohol, slip into into my cabin ‘coz god knows I’ll need a drink after dealing with the kids and this one.” He gestured over to you, receiving a ripple of laughter throughout the room. You grit your teeth, trying not to react and be the bad cop of camp.

“Just so we’re all clear,” You faked a laugh, “None of the campers or counselors will be ingesting or posessing alcohol while at camp. Right guys?” You locked eyes with the camp director, trying to bring him down from the conniption he was on the verge of. It worked, mostly, and you took over from James, shooting him a warning glare as you rushed to finish listing off the timetable for the coming evening and next day as campers arrived.

In his defence though, James wasn’t exactly wrong. Although the camp director could never ever find out for the sake of all your jobs, there was definitely a stash of alcohol that all the counselors contributed to and had access to, though strictly when there was no risk of campers or higher ups finding out. Like tonight. Every year before the campers arrived the counselors held a campfire right out in the forest; far enough away that there was almost no risk of the adult-adults finding them, but close enough that drunk walks back to the cabin weren’t quite impossible.

That brought you to the campfire. You’d been stuck in meetings and doing last minute admin all night and you really needed the break. You could only look at schedules and spreadsheets for so long anyway, add James to the mix and you were going absolutely crazy.

You’d snagged a spot next to Lily, hugging her tight as you reunited.

“I can’t believe you’re stuck with Potter,” She said, taking a sip from some ungodly drink one of the counselors had mixed. You laughed as you pulled away and greeted Remus quickly, taking the can of cider he offered.

“I’m just thanking my lucky stars it wasn’t him three years ago.” You shook your head resolutely, “At least now I’m sure he’s human. I just hate that he’s gonna make me bad cop all summer.” Remus cocked his head in confusion and Lily asked for clarification so you continued.

“You know, James is always the funny one, James is always the chill one. I’m the one who’s gonna have to spoil the fun and enforce the rules.”

“That’s not true though, you might be the one sticking to the rules but you’ve been here just as long. Everyone knows and loves you, and you’ll have just as much fun even if you aren’t quite as go-with-the-flow,” Lily said, a comforting hand resting on your arm.

“Prongs might surprise you,” Remus said, clearly taking a different approach, “I think when it matters he’ll step up to the plate.” You looked at him for a moment, considering his philosophy. You chanced a glance over at James to see him halfway through a game of beer pong — losing badly in fact, and sighed. If he, the head sport and swim counselor, was losing at a game consisting of throwing then he must’ve already been smashed.

He caught your eye at just the wrong (or right) moment and waved you over with such excitement that you excused yourself from the conversation to see what he wanted.

“Sirius needs a teammate,” He said simply, gesturing for you to go over and play. You shook you head furiously.

“So you’re asking the arts and crafts leader? I have zero coordination.”

“Yeah, and? You’re competitive and that’s all that matters. Consider it our head counselor bonding time.” You looked at James for a moment, weighing out the pros and cons in your head. You figured it couldn’t be that bad even if you embarrassed yourself, and you really didn’t want the other counselors to think you had a stick up your arse after getting the position. So, you reciprocated the high five Sirius had offered and got in position.

The game went shit, as could have been assumed. You really didn’t have an ounce of coordination, your throws missing most of the cups. Sirius was better, making your team at least not totally hopeless, but the two of you were no match for the machines that were James and Marlene — though both significantly worsened by their inebriated states. You were providing the trash talk though, which seemed to keep everyone entertained

“Ok new game!” James clapped after you’d downed the last drink, “Sirius, switch with me.”

“What! But I like my partner!” You high-fived Sirius again at his declaration, now sufficiently buzzed from the shitty beer you’d been using.

“Yeah, we’re doing just fine, Potter. Worry about yourself.” It came out a bit louder and more aggressive than you intended, but James didn’t seem to mind — none of you were sober enough to be picking up on the intricacies of human communication. James mimed a stab to his heart dramatically.

“You kill me,” He groaned, leaning on the folding table in despair. You laughed loudly, holding up your hand in the shape of an L to rub it in. After rubbing it in for a moment you conceded, stomping your way to his side of the table, patting Marlene on the shoulder as you swapped places.

“Alright, Potter, let’s get this round over with so I can kick your arse again.” James’ grin was practically blinding as he brightened up, getting ready to play another match. You might’ve been getting a little too competitive, but it was camp and you were drunk, so everyone around the table was matching your energy tenfold.

“Are you actually capable of getting a ball in a cup? You’re genuinely so terrible at this,” James laughed as he said it but you took it personally, shoving him aside.

“Piss off, dickhead. Just because you’re a big shot athlete or whatever.” You must have finally struck a nerve in James as he was quiet for the rest of the game, still much more skilled than you but his energy significantly dampened. Even when you won, he only offered you a weak smile and a pathetic high five. You felt bad for a moment and opened your mouth to apologise, but your inebriated brain was distracted by music playing, running over to Lily to ask her to dance.

You were at the stage of being drunk where everything was perfect. The day’s heat had mellowed out into a dreamy summer night, a soft breeze rustling the leaves above you all as you danced and drank, reuniting after a long year apart.

You might’ve overdone it slightly though, which found you a little ways away from the rest of the party, emptying your stomach into a bush where hopefully none of the campers would stumble across it. Looking past your unfortunate accident you caught a glimpse of a dark shape on the bank of the river. Narrowing your eyes you tried to make out who it was, but settled on getting closer instead. You hesitated when you made it out to be James.

“Hey, Potter. You alright?” You called awkwardly, a little unwilling to get too close.

“Hm?” He looked back at you, voice uncharacteristically quiet. “Yeah, fine.” You sighed. He was clearly upset about something and you couldn’t just end the conversation there, no matter how much you didn’t want to have a DnM with James Potter on night one of camp.

Reluctantly you got closer, taking a seat next to him. You watched the lake for a few minutes, black except for the silver from the moon. It was peaceful when there weren’t so many people around, it was one of your favourite things about camp, just being outside and disconnected from the rest of your life.

James broke the silence first.

“Do you… Are you mad that I’m co-head counselor?” You chanced a glance at him, surprised at the vulnerability in his voice. James wasn’t usually one to get sappy or personal like that, especially not with you.

“No?” You replied, “It wasn’t what I imagined, obviously, but it’s not like I hate you. You’re just mildly infuriating like 80% of the time.” James snorted, and you got the feeling he’d intended to wallow a bit longer. But James was James and he couldn’t stay moody for too long, it wasn’t in his nature.

“I can work with that.” He smiled his blinding grin, and you could have sworn you could see it reflecting off the water.

“We have to be a team though,” You affirmed; now was as good a time as any for you to address it. “I know that your whole bright and lively class clown thing is effortless for you, but I don’t wanna be the bad cop all the time, okay?” James was deep in thought for a second, then a cheeky grin crept onto his features.

“You think I’m bright and lively?”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes, but you weren’t sure you weren’t returning his smile. “Come on, let’s get to bed. Neither of us can afford to be hungover when the kids get here.”

You and James wandered back towards the cabins, both hazy and giggly from the lasting drunkenness and the (at least temporary) smoothing over of your tenuous relationship.

PART TWO

[demonpiratehuntress]

better

Portgas D. Ace x F!Reader

summary - you think you don't do enough for the crew so you work harder and train harder to be better. Ace thinks you do plenty already, but supports your decision regardless.

warnings - none

a/n: i hope the person who requested this sees it, because me being a dumbass at 3am, i accidentally deleted the reply to the request. i also hope i got it right!

You could admit that you were not the most useful crewmember of the Whitebeard pirates. In fact, you felt completely useless, like you couldn't contribute anything meaningful or helpful. But you didn't want to be that way, you didn't want to be just a burden to them, even if Ace would constantly remind you that you're not a burden and you were helpful. To him, at least.

But you wanted to be helpful to the entire crew. In fights, you wanted to be able to hold your own without being told to go hide or go check on the injured. You wanted to be able to fight without having to depend on your boyfriend to come save you if you were faced with an opponent.

"(Name) are you even listening?" A deep chuckle met your ears, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You turned away from the shop window, smiling at Ace sheepishly, "I'm sorry, just...lost in thought." The way you said it and the way your smile didn't quite reach your ears alerted Ace to what you were thinking about.

"Hey," he took both your hands and brought you a little closer, "If it bothers you so much, I can always teach you a few things." He looked at the items you were eyeing from the shop and smirked. "Daggers, huh? Come on." He tugged you into the shop to help you choose a set.

-

After a very long few hours choosing a pair of pretty yet lethal daggers (Ace was the indecisive one), you both made your way back to the ship. You were staring at the sharp weapons in your hands, marveling at how dangerous they looked and feeling excited to finally learn to be at least a little bit effective.

"Okay let's start with some basic stances," he began, his hand reaching for your hip to position it. "Place one leg like this, and the other like this." He demonstrated his words, showing you how to stand and how to position your arms.

"Ace," you laughed a few minutes later, "I'm pretty sure my butt does not need to be in any specific position."

His beet-red face popped up in front of you, a coy smile on his lips, "Sorry babe, couldn't help myself."

He spent the rest of the afternoon teaching you basic combat moves and acting as your personal hype man, cheering excessively when you got something right just to boost your confidence. It was working, and you were grateful to have such a supportive and helpful boyfriend.

-

After a few more days of this, you were starting to get the hang of it. Your combat skills had drastically improved, and while you still hadn't managed to beat Ace, there was massive progress and you felt it.

But aside from combat, you also wanted to be more knowledgeable in other fields. Like first aid. In case of emergencies, you wanted to know how to deal with injuries and minor wounds that could be fixed right then and there. You didn't want to be an all-out doctor or medic, but you wanted to have at least a little medical knowledge.

So you took to medical books.

You read everything you could get your hands on, even staying up late at night to study. Sometimes you would even fall asleep at your desk, which is where Ace would find you in the morning. It worried him, but he also didn't want to stop you from learning.

"You should read it to me," he suggested one afternoon, while he was lying in bed with you after having to force you to stop when your eyes started to droop.

"Hmm?" You looked up at him sleepily, "Read what?"

"Those medical books you're reading," his warms hands rested on your stomach, putting you at ease. "You should talk to me about what you learn, it could help you remember."

You smiled when he offered to listen to you, "Are you sure you'll be able to keep up?"

He gasped dramatically, "What do you think I am? Stupid?"

"Yes," you teased.

He feigned offence, playfully scoffing, "I detest that."

"I'm kidding," you laughed, shifting so you could bury your face in his neck. "But thanks for the offer. I might just take you up on that."

And you did. Every time you were reading, Ace was with you whenever he could be. He sat and listened to you explain and discuss the human anatomy, how to dress certain injuries and what steps to take if there wasn't a medic around. He really didn't follow along, and he often fell asleep, but you appreciated the effort he was making to encourage you.

"Aceeeee!" You giggled and flicked his nose gently.

"Wha-?" He jerked awake, eyes flitting around the room before settling on you, and a lovestruck smile formed on his lips. "Oh, hey babe."

"You fell asleep again," you pouted, unable to stop your smile.

"I'm sorryyyyy," he apologised, leaning forward and kissing all over your face. It tickled, and the laughs he pulled from you made him smile. "Carry on, I'm listening now."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

[candywife333]

My Little Saesang (Part 2)

chubby reader x idol jungkook

Summary: Y/N had been a super fan for a while. Some would say bordering on saesang or creep level. She didn't think she was one, till she experienced an incident that made her stop being a fan. She had never thought that Jungkook or any of BTS ever noticed her, as she was part of the masses of obsessive fans. But they had. Especially, one doe eyed idol in particular. He never thought he would miss his fan, or shall we say saesang. Yet, he couldn't help but notice her absence. He took her comforting presence, her kind eyes, hair disheveled in excitement, and wide smile for granted. And he didn't know when her presence started to matter to him so much. When exactly did she become such a constant in his life?

Disclaimer: The Jungkook represented in this fic does not reflect the true actions or thoughts of the real life Jungkook. Please treat this fic as exactly what it is, fiction

Triggers: Critique of fandom culture and kpop as a whole, identity crisis, eventual smut

Note: Not proofread. Slated to be approximately 4 parts or less.

Jungkook POV

It took me about two weeks, but I did start to notice her absence. I never got her real name. But I and all the other members christened her with the moniker of strawberry shortcake, for how tiny and chubby she was, and also how flushed her entire face and neck become as she jumped up and down to our songs. We called her berry or SS for short. The few fans we had from the beginning, we either knew their actual names or had little nicknames to commemorate them.

She was a fan of the entire group, but I knew I was her bias, and so did the other members. It was obvious, the way she left tiny gifts wrapped in gold and red ( as though it were perpetually christmas year round for her) addressed towards me. She even took fancams of me, her eyes furtively moving along my body , gasping when she caught sight of my abs over the years. I wouldn't deny that sometimes I played up my antics for the camera just so I could catch her mouth wide open in an "O" petrified in shock as she bopped her head up and down manically.

Berry was not there. And it was starting to really bother me. It shouldn't in fact. She shouldn't matter that much to me. Yet, I always had her in my corner since debut. I always had her eyes on me, watching over me. It felt comforting even though she had gotten a little too close for comfort twice or thrice by accosting me with gifts on sets of music video shoots or backstage. Her specialty was with desserts. She would always leave me coffee infused brownies and tres leche cake towards the end of the year right in front of the HYBE building, addressed to me specifically with a cheery little note wishing me for christmas and new years.

And now I was staring at the entire crowd at MusicBank, surveying the area to see her familiar face. She was usually in the first row, bopping her light stick in an erratic manner, mouthing the lyrics to the song, staring at me with excited eyes that lit up with glee. The girl really didn't seem to love material things, because she would always wear the same red beanie and pearl earrings I had been seeing for the past 5 years. Her clothes were always a nondescript black or brown shade, pants and a sweater. She never really donned feminine clothes in all the years I had noticed her.

As I looked for her, I could only find her associate, the ARMY who always stuck by her, who we had named Specs. The tall, lithe limbed girl glared at me. It felt like she was piercing daggers through my skull as she squinted though her black thick framed glasses. She had always had a smile on her face, and now she looked so angry. Yoongi always had a tiny crush on her. She had supported him for ages, even paying for his meals many times when he was still a trainee. Why was she so indignant?

Before I could start questioning all of this even further, Yoongi came up to me with a hand on my shoulder, noticing Specs, "How is my baby doing? And why the hell is she glaring at you like you murdered her first born child? Did you do anything to her?", he questioned in a worried tone of voice. I answered back, "Of course not. I don't really interact with fans that personally. You know that hyung".

He continued quizzically, raising one eye brow up, "Where is berry? My baby Specs is alone today? You really must've done something to fuck things up. She isn't even looking at me. Totally ignoring me. The hell, she usually smiles softly at me and today she looks like somebody pissed on her breakfast. What gives"?

I had no idea what was going on. Our loyal fans for years, people who we didn't necessarily consider saesangs, but just sort of obsessive in their devotion, were either not present or ignoring us. What the hell was becoming of this fandom?!!!!

That's when I saw Berry push through the crowd. And I was so shook, that an earthquake could've come through and swallowed me up and I wouldn't have cared. Berry was dressed in a peach colored floral fit and flare dress with her customary pearls in her ears and what looked like heels on. The only way I knew was that she looked taller than usual. She had a floral ribbon in her hair, lip gloss on, eye make up on point. What the hell was she up to all of a sudden?

Her hair was streaming down her back in waves, loosened from the customary ponytail I saw all the time. She hugged Specs and a few other armies who I noticed she always had around with her. She kissed another army in a wheelchair on the cheek, plopping a pastry box in her hands and wrapping her neck with a scarf. With the deadest look in her eyes, lifeless and devoid of the usual pretty sparkle, she stared at me, as though it were some sort of messed up farewell. WTF??!!! Why did this feel like a good bye? She just looked so done.

She didn't smile at me or any of the members. She gave her light stick to another baby Army in 3rd row, she looked back once wistfully, and left the place through the door.

Where the fuck was she going?!!!?!

After the performance, dreading the fact that Berry left right in the beginning (something she had never done even once in the past years) , I walked up to Specs in the front row. The gangly girl looked super shocked to see me right up in front of her. I squeaked out in mild panic, "Where is your friend? She looked all dressed up and cute today. Does she have plans or something?"

The initial shock wore off on Specs face as something akin to irritation filtered through, "She has a date today , with a coworker I believe. That's why she is dressed up. But you don't need to know that. Today was her official last day as active super fan. She is still a fan, but she's decided to convert from offline to online fan. That's it". Specs said all this with a finality that started freaking me out. I stuttered, "SS-S-S-S-he became an online fan. Meaning, she won't show up in person to our events anymore"?

Specs muttered derisively, "Do you not understand anything I just said. Korean is your first language right? I just told you she is done being such an avid fan". She snorted, looking tired with a distant glaze in her eyes , "Maybe even I should stop. I am getting too old for this shit. My mom keeps telling me to get married, and here I am attending all this stuff, obsessing over millionaires who have more money than I ever could in my life. I am becoming an old fucking lady and I don't even have a husband or family of my own. I guess all of us older armies might need to redirect our lives back towards ourselves".

She stomped away after that remark. Yoongi ran up to me as I walked back stage. He inquired , "Is Specs still there? I was going to ask her for her number".

I grumbled out with my hands on my head, "She left hyung. So did berry, a while ago. I think we are losing our OG fans. Berry never left me once in the last few years. Even when we became so famous in the US, she never stopped attending my events, even some of the big ones in the US. What went so wrong that she is quitting?"

Yoongi choked in confusion, "You mean to tell me that both Specs and Berry are quitting. They ain't even that old, maybe late 20s. Oh no, fuck!!! My baby, Specs, I never told her how much she meant to me. What did she say?" Yoongi, shook my arm hard, trying to squeeze answer out at me. "She said that she is becoming too old for this and maybe she should get married soon, because her mother is pressuring her".

Yoongi's eyes popped wide open, panic and fear evident in his eyes, squeaking, "WTFFFFF. Since when did they give up on us like this? I can't let Specs go. She has been with me before I was famous , looking like a homeless dude, and even now. I have to get her back!!!! The fuck, I need to talk to the ARMY fanclub president for her contact". He scurried off in anxiety, leaving me back to stew in sadness. What had I done so wrong for Berry to leave me after so many years? Something must've ticked her off. Shit, the chocolate. It all hit me in a frenzy. It was the Godiva chocolate. That limited edition Christmas chocolate she had left for me that day on set.

It had been one of the hardest days in my schedule, and just seeing her face had made it all better. But the irritation had gotten to me, and in my anger at being hangry on a diet, I had thrown the chocolate in the trash. Oh no. Wait. A dreadful thought entered my head. What if she thought, that it was my rejection of her support and love as a fan? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She probably thought I hated her or something when it was just a bad day.

What bothered me even more, was that she had skipped my event to attend a date. A date with a guy who was not me. This thought filtered through my head, and I froze. Why did it aggravate me so much that she was on a date with another dude? Then I imagined her soft eyes, gleaming with love as she stared at another guy, kissed him on the cheek, sharing a chocolate cake with him and partaking in a chocolate-fililed kiss on the lips.

I felt like literally crying. I don't know why I did. But, I just did. I had to find her no matter what and I had to do it fast, before she gave up on me.

Y/N POV

The date had been fine. Jung-shik had been a cute guy, all brown curls , shy smiles and blushes. He was one of the art managers at KBS who I had met at the bakery. We talked about work, music, and art, eating cheese cake at a cake cafe. He had been a true gentleman, asking me what I wanted to have and opening the door for me, even going so far as to drop me near the bus station.

I sat at the bus station, waiting for my ride back at him when I saw a billboard of the sexy man himself, Jungkook. I could never escape this guy it seemed, even in death. I had felt his stare at me and Kim Hee today. It was odd, he never stared at individual fans like. He did that with particularly beautiful Armys---total models and divas I tell you. But, never with me. Even Yoongi stared at Kim Hee like they had three kids together, like she was coming home with him, like she was married to him---as much as that girl liked to deny it.

I never felt him even acknowledge me, with a glance, till today. I could feel the smoldering presence digging into my skin. Probably cause I dressed up for once today. As I was about to get on the bus that had pulled in, I saw a flash of black fluffy hair.

Before I could get on the bus, a strong sturdy vascular hand encircled my wrist, stopping me from getting on. Looking up at this man's face, I realized who it was. Doe eyes pierced into my face with a cutting glare, a sneer on his face, chewed up lips contorting in anger and ......something that felt like envy, "Who the hell did you go on a date with Berry? You better not be giving my chocolates away to anyone else".

[that-one-enby-ranger]

It's John Richard Deacon's birthday today so that means its time to yap about him so get ready

First of all, I fucking love this man. This man is amazing and has got to be one of the best people I have had the pleasure of knowing about. He is an amazing player, and even though I will admit he is probably not THE best, he is still, in my opinion, one of the best, and will always be my favourite.

This man is such a talented musician and I hate how underrated he is. He is one of the less open members of the band and is not as public, and of course isn't like Freddie, so he is often forgotten about by people who pay more attention to the music instead of the band themselves. He has written great songs for Queen which include Another One Bites The Dust, I Want To Break Free, You're My Best Friend (which he wrote for his wife and I find that so cute), wrote the bass line for Under Pressure (and then forgot it while getting pizza but lets not talk about that), Friends Will be Friends, Spread Your Wings and others

And then he has songs which are extremely underrated in my opinion because they are fucking GREAT. Misfire (great lyrics, truly poetic, can't believe someone could come up with such great words and meanings), In Only Seven Days, You and I, If You Can't Beat Them, One Year of Love, and I don't care what anyone else says I like Back Chat. He wrote other songs as well. Even though he didn't write as many songs as the other members did, he still wrote songs, some of which went on to be massive hits, and he still contributed a lot to the band.

There's a reason why the rest of the band chose him as their bass player. They tried out multiple different bass players and none of them worked out. Then they met John and boom they had the best bass player they could ask for.

John also knew engineering, and he is an electronics engineer by training. He created his own amplifier in 1972 and it is called the Deacy amp. That's fucking cool. I'm not an engineer of any kind, but I would guess that's pretty impressive.

THIS MAN IS A FUCKING FAMILY MAN. He loves his family so much and it is so sweet. His wife's name is Veronica and in an interview (I'm pretty sure it was an interview they did for The Miracle album) he said that one of his favourite songs was a song called Veronica or something like that because it was the name of his wife. He also has six kids which is pretty badass if you ask me. Plus he wrote You're My Best Friend for his wife and that is super fucking sweet especially if you listen to the lyrics and remember that he wrote that for her. "Ooo, you make me live."

We joke about John being the cute baby of the band, and even though he is adorable, he is also a complete badass and I love him for it. According to Brian May, John could make you want to crawl into a ball and die with just a couple sentences. That wasn't a direct quote but it was something similar. There was one time when the band were out recording for an album or something like that, I can't remember the specifics, but John pretty much just fucked off and went to Bali, and left a note on his bass case saying that he went to Bali. He wrote Misfire. He used to throw peanuts into Brian's hair while he was playing his guitar solos at concerts. He learnt to play the double bass in two days because Brian told him as a joke that he would need it to play '39 even though he didn't. He had tons of stitches in his hand from smashing through glass when he was drunk or something and he still played a gig. A photographer couldn't do a photoshoot for Queen so they payed John to do it and he tried to take pictures of Roger's ass. I'm like 80% sure it was Roger I can't really remember. This is just the stuff I can think of at the top of my head by the way, this isn't even all of it. If I could be bothered to get my phone and look through Queen folder to try and find all this shit then I could add more but I'm lazy. By the way, I haven't fact checked any of this shit and I am definetely not going to, this is just shit I've heard, so some of it may not even be true, but I don't care, I like to think it is.

He is the most quite and reserved of the band, especially when it comes to the public and I absolutely repsect that. Just because he's apart of one of the most famous bands in the world does not mean he has to be public outside of that. He didn't have too much attention put on to him during shows, and I can only assume he liked it like that, but he still had his own little prescensse and I love him for it. He had a little cocktail bar behind his amp ad during concerts he would be constantly going back to get drinks, so throughout the show he would be getting more and more drunk and would be getting more hyper most likely. During concerts he did little disco moves and dances and it was the best seeing him hop around in his own little area and do his own little thing.

HIS DECISION TO LEAVE QUEEN AFTER FREDDIE DIED WAS COMPLETELY VALID AND ANYONE WHO DISAGRESS CAN GO TO HELL. I heard somewhere that part of the reason why he didn't want to carry on wasn't just because of Freddie, but was also because when Freddie was with them, he felt that most of the attention would be on Freddie, but after he died, he felt that more attention would be on him and he didn't like that, and honestly that is completely fine and he can decide what he wants to do. He cared so much about Freddie and he apparently cried before going on stage for the Freddie Mercury Tribute Concert and he should not have to carry on with something if he doesn't want to do it

John is such a silly cutie. They all are. But today we focusing on John. I'm writing this while watching John clips and he is so cute and such a silly underrated guy.

Also, I noticed the John Deacon tag here only has like 7.something K followers and THAT IS CRIMINAL HE DESERVES SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT

He did the triangle in killer queen and that is the reason he has a microphone and I found that so fucking funny.

There is so much more I could write about him, but Im gonna stop now because I'm only half focusing on my deacy clips and he deserves more attention so I'm gonna watch that

Here have some photos:

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SUCH A CUTIE HAPPY BIRTHDAY THIS MAN DESERVES THE WORLD AND ALL THE LOVE AAAAAAAAA ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️💝❤️💝💝💝💝💝❤️💝❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🎉🎉🎉❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🎉🎉❤️❤️❤️❤️🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🎉❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🎉❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🎉🎉❤️🎉❤️🎉❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🎉❤️❤️❤️🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝💝❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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‧₊˚ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖‧₊˚ ⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖‧₊˚ ࣪﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪sumarry : your life was peaceful until your stupid friends start giving you ideas of making thread about ur exes, stirring a whole new problems for you, suddenly one by one of your past start running back to you and opening old books of you and them, how do you act in this situation?

genre : gotta be fluff! texts (sometimes smau) angsty, slowburn, romance, humor, mention of 18+ content.

tag : @bluedbliss, @luvandletter, @1daily2lele7,

To All The Boys I've Dated Before : Romcom Drama.

“So uh.. How are you?” you asked, he looked at you glaring, like he ready to pull your hair out any minute if he wasn't so patient. “Shut up, you just got lucky.” he spat.

Well, what happened was Jisung agreed to do mentoring for you, because apparently Jay is Jisung cousin, and he is a good dealer.

They had a few talk about how Jay are going to let Jisung stay at his house on summer because Jisung doesn't want to go home during summer to do his chores.

“You look same as always..” you tried to be friendlier, he shot another glared your way, “And you are still annoying as always.” he responded.

You take a breath, he really get on your nerves, and the thing about Jisung is that he could bother you more that will make you lose your mind in the process, you wanted this mentor tutoring to happen but didn't want to make this any hard for the both of you, you sighed and take a long breathe.

“I know you hate me as much as wishing a bold striking me right at this moment, but I needed to do well on this exam that way I can at least get a B from the other C’s in my grades, can we just try to be at peace at least while you do my mentoring? It's just 3 hours not more than we agreed upon.” you claimed, he look at you hesitating if he should agreed on that and move on, but Jisung felt like he couldn't just forgive you that easily.

At least not for now, you need to be punished by law, but because law are too expensive for Jisung, he considered if he should just take this matter into his own hands, and he had just the right amount of plants to make you suffer but without actually doing it.

You see.. The thing about Jisung is that, when he hated someone, he will do revenge, and not in a very ordinary way, he makes Jay drink herbal tea when he broke his favorite rocket toys, causing the poor boy to sneeze for the entire day, the worst scenario of that is that Jisung also had allergies to specific flowers and herbals, both of them spend the entire day coughing and sneezing making both Jisung and Jay parents to agreed to separate the both boys and make their own rooms in each house.

From that moment on, Jay never messing up with Jisung again, even just the thought of stepping into Jisung bedroom feel like walking on land mine one wrong footstep and he's all name no body.

Jisung enjoy the idea of revenge and suffer, even if it means he get to be suffered too by his own evil plans, he will accept it without much thoughts that's just to prove what kind of evil he was.

And he already had his plans planned out, you sitting there watching the boy thinking inside his minds while some times laughing and giggling into thin air like he is in some kind of romcom drama or something.

You knew jisung well, and you knew the boy already had something worse plan in his minds, the next months gonna be though, for you, Jisung too, but he take pleasure on that.

The next weeks were nothing but hell, he make sure to make you do as he told you too, he even made a list and make sure to put the notes on your notebook, and you have to do whatever he said on it, like he is some kind of boss and you are an intern who can't do anything under his supervision.

But you aren't so sure if he meant to make you feel intimidated by his demands notes, it only make you laugh and giggle everytime he laughed.

It's cute, and he still had the same those worms-like writing, and that's what you found adorable, he is still a big baby at some point, and even some words aren't make any sense into your mind but it's Jisung, what else can you asked for?

The notes itself isn't that much of a deal, it's the list inside the notes that break the camels back, you always late for every meeting because you always had to bought chocolate milk by a specific brand in a specific convenience store.

And when he said he wasn't wrong he actually mean it, like one time you were doing your math assignment he keeps bugging you with random facts in the middle of tutoring session, and you must answers the most brain-scrapping riddles that sometimes doesn't even have anything to do with maths, well is that maybe his way of teaching you how to physics?

Nothing more annoying than having to stay at his unit and play games with him.

Like you are right now, your hands on controller as he play with his tongue sticks out focusing solely on the game, “Is this even fun?” you asked, he gasped look at you with full shock, “This is so fun? You don't like it? You see those fun airplanes shooting enemies? That's fun af.” he voiced as he went back to the game, like nothing happened.

He looks you didn't enjoy it as much as you do, he put down the controller, “Let's have a walk instead?” you raised your head, is this his another way to take revenge? Apparently not, he just showed you around the neighborhood, as you both enjoy a nice afternoon, “You love daisies?” he asked you nodded, he plucked some of them from the bush, on the park near his apartment and tucked them comfortably behind your ears.

You smiled, he isn't so bad you thought.

And then he started patted your head making your hair a mess, you sulk as he run away, “You can't catch me!” he shouted cheerfully as he run, his long legs help him reach far than you.

That afternoon the rest of the tutoring session turn into this some kind of weird play date, no hard feelings, no anger towards each other, no arguing.

It's peacefully calming and cozy, you went home to found your friends, Karina, Yangyang, and Winter on your bedroom, they were talking about something when you interrupted as you sit next to Karina, “Hey wifey, how's tutoring session went?” she asked, “It's.. Fine, oddly.” Winter senses a concern on your words, “What do you mean? Is that kid picking a fight on you? I will throw hands.” you giggled, calming her down, “Nothing, he had been nothing but kind actually, we play games..” you were explaining your play dates when Yangyang cuts you, “You hates playing games, you never said yes to my invitation to play?” he sulks.

“Hear me first, we were. But suddenly he had a change of heart, we decided to take a walk to a park, we playing tag your it, we sightseeing, and he even give me this daisy.” as you pointed at the cute daisy sitting finely on your ear.

“You had a date? Awww..” Karina awwed, you shakes the thoughts away, “No? We just tried to be friendly, at least that's what I get from him.” you dodged the bullet, and start thinking of another topic, “Besides why don't you guys teach me how to do math?”

“Baby, we don't know any shit about math, we can't even do a simple equation,” Winter answers, Yangyang felt bothered by the thought, “We know math?!” He states. Winter look at him doubtful.

“What's 4+4?” Yangyang thinks for a while, “44!” he answers gleefully, “That's a simple mistake, everybody will do that sometimes,” Karina tried not to be mean, “What Red and Yellow make?” Winter asked again. “Rellow!” he shouted.

“See?” Yangyang just proved Winter point.

Well at least we know Who we shouldn't ask for math tutoring next time..

You laughed at Yangyang and his unpredictable mind, he looks at you offended, “Why are you laughing? At least I'm not the one who asked her own ex to tutor me?” he added, well now that just cross it.

Well sometimes you wonder if you should even let this ticking bomb said a words, but what can you do? He is your friends at the end of the day, you spare him another day, because today you feel nothing but content, nothing could annoyed you for today!

1 hour later..

You shouldn't have speak too fast actually, because this man in front of you just prove, you should be careful what you said, because God know, your day isn't completed unless you see a face of someone you wish you never see, especially the man in front of you this late at 11 Pm is the reason why you had trust issue in the first place. That someone who are incredibly perfect isn't suited for this messed up little world.

“Hi?.. How's your life? Yn..?” His voice full of concern, you want to punch your midnight craving, who thought it's a good idea to go to inconvenience store late at night, especially right when you passed an exhibition that are being held.

Previous, Masterlist, Next.

A/N

How do we all thinking? Sorry I've been a bit late at uploading, kinda busy atm, so I don't really find a time to write, btw, DREAM COMEBACK! go and stream that song! What song do you guys like on this album? Mine were You and Heavenly, heavy on You actually, it's just scream TBDE? For some reason, I listen to it a lot, in fact rn i'm making this episode and You were playing on the background, how do you guys like this one? I'm thinking about uploading for TBT actually, we'll see? Enjoy! I know if you read my one shot, you probably know who is it going to be in the next chapter, until then see you again!

[bekolxeram]

I've seen takes claiming S7!Buck is OOC for the lack of trauma response to being called "Evan" by Tommy or flying into a thunderstorm. While PTSD is very real and deserves recognition and representation outside of a military setting, I also see the beauty in reclaiming your memories.

Tommy calling him Evan affectionately actually makes him feel seen, unlike his parents calling him by his birth name because they didn't bother getting to know who he is right now at all. Flying into that hurricane feels safe with Tommy in control, in contrast to being struck by lightning on that ladder, because Buck trusts Tommy's ability to get them there safe. Slowly, specific traumatic moments don't automatically trigger your trauma anymore, you think of the newer, happier memories.

Personal stuff underneath, feel free to ignore if that's not your thing. TW: abusive relationship

My bestie was in an abusive relationship, in all definitions of the word, for about 6 months. It was a rebound and she was at the lowest point of her life when this LARPing edgelord who couldn't refer to any foreigner without using a slur came into her life. My closest all-female friend group had been drama free for over 10 years, and he immediately started trying to stir shit up not even a month after starting a relationship with my bestie.

She ended up in the hospital, and she dumped him as soon as her physical health improved. He stalked her, and all of us close to her, for 4 years afterwards. Her family blamed her for that, like any other toxic Asian family, and she started keeping stuff to herself, she changed the spelling of her name and she avoided things she used to enjoy or places she used to go because they reminded her of him. Until one day she kind of disappeared.

Turns out, she was in a relationship with a new guy she met at work. She never got around to tell us about it because they were taking it painstakingly slow. They hadn't slept together and they hadn't met each other's family after a whole year of dating, but what they had been doing was trying to dive back into my bestie's hobbies before the abusive relationship.

It wasn't always successful, sometimes she needed a minute to process, other times she outright had to leave the environment. But eventually, she started playing the piano again, she started looking into astrology again even though her ex said it was a proof that women were dumb, she started celebrating her birthday without worrying about being stalked.

I just think It's beautiful. You can't change the past, you can only make newer, better memories to convince yourself it's not always gonna be that bad.

[what-if-i-just-did]

Sometimes Less Is More (HFY Edition)

War is never pleasant. We usually try to avoid it- that doesn't always pan out. The Galactic Council was experiencing a civil war, the first war in about two hundred Earth/Terra years. I state this specifically, because the humans, native species to Earth/Terra, had been with the Galactic Council for fifty-three of their years. During this time, they have continually suprised all other species, proving they were strong, cabable thinkers, yet also absolute idiots at times.

Despite this, we were not expecting much of them; they're rather small, very squishy and thus easily woundable, they didn't have poisons, toxins or venoms, they didn't have sharp claws or projectiles, they couldn't breathe underwater, in fact, asides from their 'adrenaline' feature, they were pretty useless. They didn't even have weapon-laser technology, psychic detonators or sense-attacks.

Humans were good climbers, good swimmers, good at communicating via thousands of means, good at de-coding if you had the right one, and great at desicion-making if you found a rational one. So these were the positions given to the humans for this war; look-outs, weapon-planters and defusers, medics, comminication officers, trainers, de-coders, and some command positions. They were good, important functions, and we thought they'd be greatful- humans have quite the affinity for war. And it's not that they disobeyed orders, not really- but there were complaints. The look-outs, the medics, communication officers and weapon-planters, those closest to the battlefield, doing work without which the soldiers surely wouldn't survive, felt useless. This was their exect wording, in most cases. They felt useless. They wanted to DO things.

After one too many complaint and comment from a human in a low command position, they were sent to my outpost. Their name was Officer Loki Freimuth, they weren't too strong-looking and they were a little too overactive, but they said they knew what they were doing.

I wasn't quite sure how to handle this. Humans were still slightly behind in technology in galactic scale, and generally it was forbidden to share technology with species more than 0.2 kreish behind on the haufnishx scale, but this was war, and the human wasn't likely to be usefull without our weapons.

I shared my ponderings with Officer Freimuth, and to my suprise, they smirked. "It's okay, don't break your laws. I've got my own weapons, sir." I frowned, and I would have told them that their species' weapons could not possibly measure up to those that would be used on the field. Unfortunatly, I was whisked away to a strategy meeting, unable to tell the new human this, and I did not think of it much, further. If only I had, I might have saved all of us what happened the day after.

That evening, I didn't have any guarding duty. We, being myself and the off-duty people in my command, were huddled around a Dark Heater (a device that warms a space without also producing light, designed to function outside). Amung us were four Kgrifu, two Heyna, one Xylithhy, four Rai-cha', one Rai-cha' and Kgrifu hybrid and three humans; Officer Freimuth, Officer Zuko and Runner Anthos. We kept quiet, mostly, but the humans didn't need sound to communicate; they spoke, rapidly and with great amusion, in sign language. The concept facinated me so much I never bothered to wonder what they were saying.

The day after, we were ambushed. Our guards were killed, and our camp was infiltrated. They 'rescued' our pow's, and they burnt half the camp down. Out of the twenty-three people under my command, six were Ayiyaiscsh (a water-based species that used masks to be able to breathe air, who would definetly not survive a fire) and five and a half were Kgrifu (a species made of a dellicate jello-like substance that could absorb practically anything, but could and would dry out and they'd die). I had no lonely hope in Hell to survive with that many of my people gone, and neither did the rest of them. Then...

Some of us were choking on the smoke, others were getting intensely dry, I think the arsonists (four female Hiriushu, who have biological metal plates to cover most of their bodies and are fairly fire resistant) used small psycic detonators (the smaller ones are worse), everything was in chaos, and it was, well, war.

Then a sound. It was louder than anything I had heard before, louder than sense-attacks. I heard a distinctly human grunt, and turned, expecting to see one of my humans dead. Instead, I was met with the sight of Officer Freimuth throwing small-ish handheld devices that I couldn't recognise to Officer Zuko and Runner Anthos, whose eyes were wide. Officer Zuko was erratic when she asked, "Where did you get these? These are prime twenty-first century! Nine mill ZEV's, reduced muzzle flip, extended rails and custom grip, these must have cost a fortune!" "I know a gal, now shut up and shoot" "right"

After this small (and honestly, confusing) interaction, they continued 'shooting' at the Hiriushu, and I found out what the noise had been; it was the shooting. It was louder than anything else, overpowering my senses to the extreme. And the smell... with the heat I only then noticed the smell. I overturned my C-rations of last night, partly consumed. It only took the humans a few shots to figure out where to shoot; within twenty minutes they'd re-captured the pows, plus an added three, doused the fire and were preforming medical aid.

The rest of us... would have been in shock, were it not for our training against that. No reason to lose good soldiers to the reality of war while we still need to fight it. But we did not have training for this.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I did next, I honestly am- but I couldn't get myself to do anything else.

That night, all but the humans and the pow deserted.

[blueweirdness]

While Alastor’s assistance to the hotel may have started out as an obligation or an opportunity To get out of it, it's clear that working at the hotel is just adding to his need for freedom. Not merely to be free from servitude either, but to get away from Charlie and the others specifically.

Because as much as he may have grown fond of the cast, Alastor has shown consistently that he's not the type to stick around, to the point where I’m starting to believe that he’s actively avoiding planting roots.

Let's look at his two most positive relationships we've seen from him.

Mimzy initially gets the warmest reaction from Alastor in the first five episodes. Even when he tells her to leave, his doing so was nowhere near the furious reception that Charlie’s dad got. He even acknowledges that he knew what Husk said was true: that she specifically sought him out to clean up her mess. This implies that he doesn't even seem to mind that “she only comes around when she wants something.”

Aside from the fact that she probably even brings him entertainment with her own mischief and the bad types chasing her, he clearly doesn’t mind someone who’s a little “trouble” since that makes her a kindred spirit.   Notice as well that he didn't deny that little "You love taking care of me!" line.

But perhaps he also doesn't mind this treatment because it means that he can keep her at a healthy distance while he seeks out his own entertainment and reputation.

Then there's Rosie, who might be even better for him since she can clearly hold her own to the point that she can shape up an entire colony. She acknowledges that she missed him when he showed up, but her reaction is relaxed enough to tell me that she's used to him coming and going as he pleases. She doesn't even make the same kind of comment that Zestiel does about being afraid that he was dead.

I think it's also worth noting that he isn't apparently considered the co-leader of the cannibal colony alongside Rosie even though he easily could. Dude has the power obviously, and he has the respect of both the cannibals and the primary leader. Just saying, if anybody has a chance of running Rosie's Emporium with her without the risk of getting his name crossed out, it's Al.

The point is both of these relationships are such that while they're close they aren't all together clingy and Alastor doesn’t have to regard them as a weakness or even an anchor.

In addition to that, we've also seen him outright deny teaming up with the Vees. And idk, he really could just hate TV that much, but I couldn't help but notice it fits into this pattern.

Even Husk and Nifty are literally in a position where he can call them whenever he decides and are presumably left to live their lives outside of that.

Then there's Charlie and the gang. Okay, I believe he likes them, you (probably) believe he likes them. Whether or not you're sold on him being completely redeemed or not, it's clear he's probably experiencing some kind of change. And he's going through it kicking and screaming. 

But what I believe separates his affiliation with the hotel with his other relationships is simply that one way or another he feels chained to it. Even if this is some long game he's playing to use as a back door, there's a reason he stuck around as long as he has.

 And I think that's killing him inside.

This is a man who’s either used to batting away antagonism with a flick of his clawed hands or else not feeling the need to take any responsibility due to embracing a reputation of evil.

He's shown to have no problem with the fluffy positive side of relationships, but I think he hates being shown as caring about anything to the point where something bothers him.

[layla4567]

hi! can you do sanji x fem reader headcnaons with long blonde hair down to her knees? can she also be very strong/pretty and has a ray/laser devil fruit please?

(kinda a bland request i get it if you don’t wanna do it lol 😅)

ok this is a pretty specific request but I like it 😅

Sanji with a Rapunzel!fem reader

I decided that it will be a kind of imagine with headcanons (? I don't know if I should call it that but I couldn't think of this request as a simple list lol

Warnings: mention of a creep and a fight, language maybe

wc: 1,062

You were the last to join the Going Merry. You were on a terrace with your back against the stone balcony, your beautiful long straight blonde hair fell down your back until it reached your butt. Due to the excessive heat you brought your hands to your head and combed your hair to tie it in a high ponytail.

Luffy was walking when he saw you on the balcony, of course the first thing he noticed was your hair and up on that balcony you looked like a princess in her castle. Suddenly a man had approached you, he seemed drunk and was looking at you lasciviously. The man had grabbed you tightly by your bicep, struggling to pull you towards him. Luffy watching from below was about to interrupt when a loud crash sounded next to him. He turned his head and saw the drunk man lying on the ground moaning in pain.

You had pushed him from above, holding him by his legs and throwing him as if he were a simple sack of potatoes. You clapped your hands, shaking off any possible dust that might have been left between your fingers, and looked towards where the unpleasant man had fallen with a frown but a satisfied smile. "Think again before you harass women, asshole!!" Luffy smiled and from that moment he knew he had to have you on his crew.

From that day on you lived your days on Captain Luffy's ship and his crew welcomed you like at home, especially a cook named Sanji…

✦ Oh he definitely considered you as beautiful as a mermaid from the minute he saw you. And he swore that you must be some kind of mermaid because you had him under a strong spell, one that made him think about you all day long even when he was distracted from his duties as a cook.

✦ Your blonde hair like his obviously caught his attention, especially the length of it. He often wondered how you kept it so healthy and well cared for. Your locks shone like gold bars when the sun hit them and Sanji delighted in watching them from the kitchen.

✦ But after the first impression came your attitude. When Luffy told the others how he had found you and what you had done with that man, they started laughing: "You should have seen it! She threw him from the balcony as if he were light as a feather!" *laughs* "Oh come on, you wouldn't think we believed that" Zoro said. "I hate to agree with him but it's true, lies have short legs Luffy" Sanji said. Luffy was going to protest but suddenly heated voices echoed in the kitchen. From the deck you were arguing with Ussop and when you were about to burst with rage you grabbed Ussop by the legs and carried him bridal style and then threw him overboard. In the kitchen the laughter died down and Sanji almost choked on his saliva. "I told you!! She's amazing!" Luffy shouted happily

✦ After that incident you could say that the straw hats had more respect for you. Sanji didn't know whether to fear you or respect you or both. You were like a peach to him, soft and beautiful on the outside but with a strong, hard shell on the inside that you had to be careful of.

✦ As the days passed, Sanji learned to respect your spaces and not bother you with anything (he still remembers the bruise you left on poor Luffy's eye when he ate your food, every time he remembers it he laughs) But Sanji He liked women who knew how to defend themselves and even more so if they were as beautiful as you were.

✦ Sanji often gave you little glances when he smoked on his breaks. He watched as you raised your arms to tie your hair and he focused on your muscular biceps and when that happened he melted like butter in the sun. The cook couldn't help but imagine himself in your arms or that you would lift him up bridal style like you had done with Ussop that time (but without ending up in the sea with the fish, of course)

✦ When the blonde boy had the courage to approach you and when his relationship with you became closer, you let him admire your hair up close and even comb it, and that was one of his favorite things: Feeling the soft straight strands between his fingers as you showed him how to braid a braid, the sweet scent of your hair making Sanji bury his nose in your scalp.

✦ He never stopped being an incurable flirt, so his favorite nickname for you was Rapunzel, like the storybook princess, because that's what you were to him. "My beauty Rapunzel, what did I do to deserve you?" Sometimes when you let him wash your hair with him standing between your legs he would shower you with the sweetest compliments said in a low voice. As you sat, you enjoyed the tips of his fingers massaging your scalp and his words sliding across his lips like drops of honey just for you.

✦ On your worst bad mood days, Sanji seemed like the only one who calmed you down and persuaded you not to use your devil fruit for evil. He would hug you, placing his chin in the crook of your neck and whispering cute things to you so you wouldn't explode while he caressed your hair from the top of your head to your lower back. They had both realized that his caresses on your hair calmed you down so you sometimes sneaked into his room at night. "What's wrong my dove?" You crawled over to where he was resting and placed your cheek on his pecs. “I can't sleep, could you help me?” He laughed softly and kissed your hair, knowing exactly what he had to do.

✦ But having your hair so long is also a problem, countless times you tripped or caught your hair on something, making it tangled. And Sanji would lovingly be there for you, holding your hair while you bent down to pick up something so you wouldn't step on it, or removing sharp things like hooks or screws so your hair wouldn't get tangled there.

[rappaccini]

just read spider-man reign 2 and sitting in a tree now takes second place in the Worst Gwiles Story Olympics because oh. my. god. how did this world just one-up earth-8.

and man. i hate being right.

i hate being right that gwiles 2 was going to happen. didn't expect it to happen literally this year.

i hate being right that gwen would be used to give miles a super-daughter. kid i predicted, daughter specifically? huh. unwelcome back charlotte morales-stacy. (also uh. why does she look like that. where’s the melanin. did the colorist forget or are we saying the quiet part about what people want miles’s kids to look like out loud too. or hey maybe gwen cheated. good for her he deserves it.)

i hate being right that gwen's role would consist of standing on the sidelines, holding that Beloved Child and looking Worried, as miles gets the big hero moments and swings by for a condescending little kiss for good luck. couldn't have predicted her being completely correct about the situation miles is impulsively dashing into, and being ignored, and deciding to ~trust miles~ even though he's obviously wrong and her intuition was right all along, and that causing her death but oh my god is it accurate. what kind of disaster movie misogyny bullshit.

i hate being right that gwen would be fridged to be that daughter's origin story and miles's widower angst, and that her death would be about them and not her. couldn't have predicted that her death would be being blown to pieces in front of that kid. or that they never bother naming gwen. she’s just Katherine’s Mom.

i haaate being right that this ship is fundamentally misogynistic. this is it. this is the end result of pushing for them to get together. this is what she becomes. spider-gwen in appearance only-- she's still got the pink hair and the converse and white hoodie-- but devoid of any personality or agency, a vessel for miles's kid, and miles's pain, and an angsty dad-daughter storyline. he doesn't listen to her, he doesn't include her (but he is going to include his preteen kid???), he doesn't take her feelings or desires seriously, he doesn't treat her like an equal or a teammate. she's just his pretty dip-dyed babymaker who dies as soon as she's given him that baby because that's all she's good for.

and that is what you are asking for when you ask for them to end up together. because you don't want miles to fall in love with spider-gwen. you want miles to fall in love with a supportive, passive woman with the visual aesthetic of spider-gwen and none of her actual personality, agency, or power. you want a blank slate with a familiar face that's easy to project onto, because you don't want gwen to live a happy, full life with someone who loves, respects and understands her. you don't even want miles to be with his equal. you want miles to have a blonde white wife with a cool alt aesthetic who does what he says and never competes with him for the spotlight, and who can give him an ambiguous-looking kid. that is what this ship is and has always been and will always be.

it just happened in one crappy alternate continuity. it's on it's way in others. congrats.

on a bitterly happy note: oh look. hard proof that gwiles/ghostflower isn't magically perfect, and they aren't cosmically destined to be soulmates and miles isn't ~the spider-man who's going to save gwen, because he truly sees her.~

it may not be being said intentionally, but it is being said out loud: miles is just as bad for gwen as peter is. he will treat her like a trophy and an incubator and a comfort object, he will never truly respect her as an equal and expect her to cater to him even when it puts her in danger. the only difference between miles and peter is miles will keep gwen alive long enough to get a kid or two out of her before she’s discarded violently and horrifically when the kid's old enough to go on adventures with him.

(and to be completely honest? miles might even be worse, because at least peter doesn’t take the version of gwen who’s meant to be empowered, queer and free of objectification, strip those things from her, and turn her into a disposable babymaker before she dies. there are levels of sexism there that even peter hasn’t reached)

it won't happen but i am rooting for katherine to kill him.

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Elanor! Im studying in wales for a semester any tips so i dont end up making an arse of myswlf?

Ah, yes, on no account can you make an arse of yourswlf (I'M SORRY I'M SO SORRY THE OPENING WAS THERE AND I TOOK IT I COULDN'T HELP MYSWLF)

Anyway, me being a dickhead aside:

Don't worry! Wales is famously very welcoming. I'm not sure where you're from, but there's a specific reason why some (not all) English people get a different reception from everyone else, and it's "inherent superiority and disrespect." As an example, one of my sister's friends has a holiday home in North Wales which he's been visiting with family ever since he was a child, and at the point my sister met him - as a fully grown man - she had to explain to him that the local beach to that holiday home was not, in fact, called Traeth Beach. He'd been looking his whole life at the sign near the house that read "Traeth - Beach", and because none of them had bothered at all to learn a shred of the local language, hadn't realised that traeth literally just means beach. They also pronounced Pwllheli as Buh-Velly, because again, they literally could not give any less of a shit about the culture they'd just stolen a house from and were squatting in the middle of. When my sister explained how to actually pronounce Pwllheli, he just laughed, and carried on saying Buh-Velly. It just... was not important to him. He didn't care.

And when he did it in front of me, he genuinely did not understand why I was offended. Like, it did not compute. He thought he was being charming and quirky. He thought anything other than an "Oh-what-are-you-like" reaction was over-reacting.

He's a pretty classic example of what I mean. There's an ingrained sense of superiority. A belief you can do whatever you want. A belief that centuries of oppression is just "funny banter", and if we don't see it that way, then we're being mean nasty bullies. It's very common. Also, if you're Northern English, Anon, for the love of god don't assume that means you're immune from it, because I 100% promise you, you aren't.

But if you avoid that, you're fine. Don't make jokes about things that aren't yours to joke about, like the language or history or whatever. Be interested in Wales! In Welsh culture! No one ever is, so we like that. Don't be self-aggrandising, we do NOT like that. Welsh people are, by and large, very underwhelmed - it takes a lot for us to get to "whelmed". That might take some adjusting, especially if you're American, because Americans are very enthusiastic and Welsh people don't like making a fuss. If you come knowing how to pronounce the place names, we LOVE that.

Other than that, honestly, just relax and be yourself. As I say, as long as you're respectful, you'll have a lovely time. Also I don't know which bit of Wales you're heading to, but if you're in Cardiff, the Owain Glyndwr pub has a painting for its pub sign that looks exactly like my husband, so that's fun

[lovely-peace]

Distance Between Sun And Moon

Summary: The reader is hurt from the fight they had with Remus. After that her friends want to throw a party to lighten the mood. But the reader doesn't know if they should go and in a moment of weakness they search help by a new friend.

Warnings: self doubt, self hatred, People are dumb and blind when they are in love, lot less then usual lol

This part is more a build up for the next part, but it's still my longest :') Wc: 1.114

Masterlist part 1 --- part 7

Hope you enjoy<333

Tense.

If I had to describe myself in one word, this would fit perfectly. After the tragedy yesterday, I was shattered and tense. It was Sunday, and the others had planned a small celebration.

I won't go. Knowing Sirius and James, they will now throw a huge party to lure me close to Remus. But I will NEVER go.

I don't want to be near him. I don't want to breathe the same air as him. Not that my body would betray me.

I left the room early. I couldn't stand the tense silence between us any longer.

I didn't go to the library, as I knew he would find me there. And that was the last thing I wanted. I searched for a place where I could hide.

Quickly, I realized that there was no place where my friends couldn't find me. Where he couldn't find me. Aimlessly, I roamed through the castle.

I ran my fingers along the walls, without any specific thoughts.

Suddenly, my fingertips touched a bump. A door. A room. What?

It was probably forbidden, but it felt like a sacred gift. So, I went inside.

What I found there left me speechless.

~~~~

"Where were you?" "I just wanted to clear my head." I entered the Gryffindor common room, and Mary practically attacked me.

She looked at me, opened her mouth, then closed it again. She seemed undecided. That made me laugh. "Spit it out already!" "Would you like to come to the big party?" She looked desperate, and I felt guilty.

"Mary…" "Come on, it's going to be fantastic! Everyone is invited and coming. We managed to get the kitchen to cook for us, so there'll be great food, and-!"

"I can't, Mary."

She seemed like she wanted to say something else, but then she just looked at me. Eventually, she looked down at the floor.

"I know. Actually, I know. And I also know that he's behaving like a jerk."

She didn't need to say the name. We both knew who she meant.

She looked at me with big eyes, eyes that pleaded with me.

"But I also know that he really cares about you. That he doesn't want to hurt you. That he feels terrible about yesterday."

She begged me to listen to him. Maybe even to forgive him. "I'm not ready for that… I'm sorry."

She simply nodded in encouragement.

"I understand."

~~

After our conversation, she left me alone, and I was very grateful for that. Too many thoughts plagued me.

I walked slowly through the corridors of Hogwarts. They were long, and you could never know all of them. I hoped I wouldn't run into Remus. Somehow, he always seemed to find me, which never bothered me before, but now? Now, it was terrible.

My steps slowed down. My feet grew heavier. My breath became uneven. I had this terrible habit of running away from my problems.

"(y/n)?"

My heart stopped.

But not because of Remus.

I turned around to face Luis and prepared myself for an argument. His brother must have talked to him, and I wouldn't blame him if he wanted me out of his life. But he just looked surprised.

"I thought you'd be with your friends?"

My eyes widened. I had canceled on him because we were supposed to do something together. In my panic, I had completely forgotten about him. Because of Remus.

"Oh yeah, that didn't work out."

It sounded like an excuse, and I felt embarrassed. But he looked genuinely concerned.

"Why?"

Then it all came back.

Well, that he's playing with your feelings. The fact that his brother showed up right after you hurt his brother's pride only proves it.

Everything I had tried to suppress.

That was definitely meant as just friends hanging out. Sometimes you're really naive.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

I looked up at Luis. He looked calm. But there was a certain panic in his eyes that reminded me of his brother when I was knocked out.

"We had a little argument." He didn't ask what it was about. He just looked at me sincerely.

It felt like Remus was looking at me. It was as if he could see right into my soul.

"Are you okay?"

Whatever.

And that's when I broke down.

~~~~

Remus's POV. Morning.

"You are being a lunatic, Moons." Sirius's voice startled me, and I quickly closed the map. He was right.

"And a stalker. Moony, it's not healthy to keep looking for her on the map all the time." James came into my field of view. He and Sirius were getting ready for Quidditch training. He looked at me accusingly.

"I'm just worried. I can't seem to find her. It's almost as if she disappeared into thin air." Excuse.

James didn't believe me for a second; that was clear. "Maybe you just overlooked her."

My fingers itched to open the map and keep searching. My gaze slid back to the map and got stuck there. James noticed.

"Give me the map, Moony."

"What?" Please don't take it away from me.

James shook his head. "You'll just keep searching for her. And, honestly, I don't think she wants to see you. You need to wait for her and leave her alone. So, hand it over."

He held out his hand expectantly.

"Don't tell me you didn't search for Lily either." I didn't want to wait. I wanted to make everything right immediately.

James sighed. "I did. Of course, I wanted to fix everything right away. But I accepted that I have to wait for her. That's why I didn't pressure her and overwhelm her with apologies yesterday. Wounds need time to heal, Remus. You know that best."

Reluctantly and unwillingly, I handed over the map.

A whistle came from behind us.

"Prongs, since when are you so wise? And I always thought you were as dumb as a rock." Even now, Sirius could make jokes.

Then the door was opened, and Peter rushed in. "Guys, I managed to convince the house-elves in the kitchen to cook for our party!"

"Party?"

Sirius grinned at me. "Well, we thought we might speed up the healing process a bit."

James looked surprised. "I didn't think you'd understand my metaphor. And I always thought you were as dumb as a rock!"

Sirius punched him, and they went off to practice, while Peter looked confusedly after them.

"What was that about?"

~~~

Reader's POV. Present.

I told him everything about Remus. From my embarrassing rejection to our argument yesterday. He just listened to me. In between, he led me to a quiet corner, and we sat down there.

When I was finished, I felt ten tons lighter. I felt lighter than ever before. Telling someone all of this without them telling me how Remus didn't mean it like that was so refreshing. I allowed myself to just explain my feelings without worrying about Remus.

"And now all my friends are throwing a huge party. Everyone's invited, but I'm not sure if I want to go. He'll probably want to talk to me, and I'm not really ready for that…"

The words flowed out of me like water flowing down a river, unstoppable.

Luis looked at me for a long time. He didn't say anything for a while, and then he said something that surprised me.

"Do you want to go to the party with me?"

"What?"

He looked at me sheepishly. "Not as a date or anything! I just thought maybe I could help you with Remus. If I'm with you, he probably won't approach you by himself, right?"

"No, probably not." But I knew how it would look for him then. It would look like I was on a date with Luis, a day after we had argued.

But why should he care?

"If it feels too weird for you, I understand -" "Actually, that's a good idea." I interrupted him. He looked surprised, as if he hadn't expected that. But then he smiled.

"Then let's go together today."

I was very grateful to Luis. He was a great friend.

Maybe Remus would then tell me why he cares so much.

The sun rotates around the earth, trying to ignore the moon, which followers the sun desperately, trying to get noticed.

Taglist : @juleshadalittlelamb @fluffybunnyu @tendous-pretty-hair @helloitsmeeeeeee @valencia-rou @woohoney @mothermaryisdead @blackqueens01

[cutecherrygirl]

Ni-ki - first love

Warnings: Fluff ❤️

I had a dream last night and I decided to write it here because it melted my heart and I felt so happy after 🙈

Ni-Ki and his mini friend group were sitting on swings in mini part close to their houses. The park was silent and empty, the only sound coming from it were the sharp sounds of creaking sound of the rotten swings.

Ni-Ki 's friend group consists of Jungwon and Sunoo. Sunoo is the oldest of two, he is two years older than Ni-ki and one than Jungwon. They all hang out every day after, before and during school.

The sky was mix of grey and white, it looked disgusting but at least the weather was acceptable. They were all drinking canned soda's because Ni-ki was not old enough to drink beer yet si his friends would feel bad if they drink beer in front of him, they decided to wait for him.

Just as Ni-ki was about to take another sip of his cherry soda, he felt tap on his shoulder, it was Sunoo. Ni-ki turned to gim confused "look" Sunoo whisper while pointing at a group of three girls passing by. All three boys stared at them like three hungry lions spotting food after years of not eating.

The three girls were knows as the mean girls of their school. We have the blondie in the middle, her name is Shuhua, she is the leader of the squad, very beautiful girl but the attitude is speaking for itself, she is wearing skirt decorated with ribbons, a white croptop with cherry in the middle and some white sneakers. She is wearing minimum make up, only lipgloss and blush, her hair is in a high pony tail held with a ribbon hairband.

On her left we have Yuna, tall, red headed and gorgeous, she could easily be a model if she wanted to. She is wearing light blue shorts with boots and red tanktop, she was more of a tomboy of the group which was fine since they can't look the same all the time. Her hair was also in a high pony tail and she wasn't wearing any make up but had sunglasses on.

And now we move on to the third girl wich is Y/N, she is a mix of both but leading more to Shuhua's side. She was wearing white dress decorated with red belt and red and white sneakers. She had her nails done in light red and some ribbons on it. Her hair was down and she had lipgloss on her lips and mascara on her lashes.

They all walked hand in hand passing the park. Ni-ki, Jungwon and Sunoo couldn't take their eyes off of them.

The girls disappeared in the local convince store, Ni-ki quickly stood up and mentioned for boys to follow him. The three boys step in the convince store and spot the girls at snacks section. They didn't wanted to be obvious, but then again, who cares?

Ni-ki walked to the snack isle and stood next to Y/N, pretending to look at the snacks. Y/n didn't bother looking at him but he kept glancing at her the whole time. He could smell her scent, it was so addicting to him and so mesmerising, he couldn't get enough of her smell. She finally looked up at him and he kept looking at her as if he was in his own world or he zoomed out, either way, Y/N was weirded out "um.. excuse me?" He said softly which snapped Ni-ki back into reality "Oh Hi um, I was just" suddenly, Y/N is pulled away from him be her friends. Ni-ki watched them drag Y/N out of his sight with disappointment on his face.

Later that day, Ni-ki was in his room and on his phone. He couldn't stop thinking about Y/N and the way she spoke to him, it was the first time she ever said a word to him and he was in love. He'd been admiring her from afar since First grade and now he is finally making progress.

He went to her Instagram page and start to look through her photos like he does every night before sleep, to him, she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. He was so in love that he planned a whole future with her.

There's a specific photo he admired the most of her. Its a photo where she is sitting on a picnic blanked under cherry blossom tree, she is wearing a white summer dress and her hair is braided in two braids, she is also wearing a hat with flowers on it. He couldn't help but imagine her and him on picnic date, he would hold her hand as the both look at the flowers around them and admire each others beauty. But then again, he was alway disappointed at the end since he knows life with her could be impossible since she would never want something like that with him. In his eyes, he was just admirer, somone who is too scared to approach, he was too shy and too nervous to talk to her. He couldn't help himself, she just makes him speechless. He was also at the age where all he can think of are girls, its normal. All the boys go through that.

The next day at school, he was sitting by his desk anf listening to conversation going on between Jungwon and Sunoo. He wasn't interested enough to say anything so he just stayed silent.

Suddenly, Shuhua comes up to their desk, All three of the look up at her woth wide eyes, because why would she talk to them?? "Look, I'll say this in nicest way possible okay?" She said to Ni-ki while giving him a fake smile. Ni-ki is confused "i know you like Y/N, but stay away from her. She is popular and you are loser, It will make her look bad if she tries something with you" Shuhua said while looking at Ni-ki with crossed arms, Ni-ki just watched her "stop looking at her, stop talking about her and stop liking her!!" Shuhua said a bit too loud, the whole class turned and looked at them weirdly. Ni-ki chuckled and looked away from her, Sunoo and Jungwon looked at Ni-ki and Shuhua was embarrassed since the whole class is listening.

"Look, I don't have bad intentions-" Ni-ki started but shuhua slammed her hands on his table "i dont care! Just do what I told you to!" She yelled before walking back to her seat.

Few minutes later, Y/N walks in the class and Shuhua immediately gives Ni-ki a death glare. Y/N sits by her table and greets her friends. Y/N glances at Ni-ki for a second but quicky looks away since he is already looking at her. Shuhua is boiling inside, she decided to sit next to Y/N to block her from Ni-ki's sight, he rolls his eyes and Y/N is confused.

After school, Y/N was walking home to her apartment complex. She had her headphones in and erased the rest of the world from her sight, she liked it that way, it was her escape from reality. She had no idea that somone was following her😱

Ni-ki decided to follow her home to see where she lives, he didn't give two fucks about what Shuhua said. When Y/N entered her apartment complex the door closed behind her and he couldn't get in. Luckily, an old lady walked out right after Y/N walked in and opened the door for Ni-ki. He rushed inside and heard Y/n going upstairs, he walked upstairs but made sure to be slow so she doesn't see him.

When Y/N came to her apartment door, she spotted trash bag outside, being a good daughter she is, she decided to take it outside and throw it away. Ni-ki didn't know that and was schocked when he saw her right in front of him. They both stoped walking and had wide eyes.

Ni-ki was sweating like a deer, what is he supposed to do now!? Y/N was just standing there. "You live here?" She asked him pointing at one of the apartment doors. Ni-ki was silent for a moment before speaking "uh..n-no I just saw something here so I-" Y/N cuts him off "so you broke into the building?" She chuckled at his silliness, Ni-ki looked down Embarrassed "yeah..." He said and Y/N begins to laugh, when Ni-ki saw he laughing, it instantly made him smile.

Shortly after, Ni-ki went home and couldn't stop smiling on his way there.

Next day, he met with his friends and went to the park to tell them what happened. In the corner of his eye he could see The means girls hanging out with some other guys knows as "wolf gang" consist of the leader, Bangchan and his two side kicks Han and Changbin. They were gang at the school and no one dared to talk to them. Y/N was sitting next to Han and looked extremely uncomfortable, Han had his arm around her shoulders and was telling her something. Ni-ki was jealous and angry but knew he can't do anything.

Later that day, he decided to follow Y/N home again, while she was crossing the road, he noticed Wof gang calling for her "Hey Y/N! Com'ere babygal!" Bangchan said with his thick Aussie accent, Y/N tried ignoring them and kept on walking, but then all three of them stood up and started following her. Ni-ki quickly rushed to Y/N and grabbed her hand then they both start running as fast as the can. The wolf gang looked confused and angry that Ni-ki took her! 😡 Then the heavy rain started pouring on All of them, the wold gang had no time to be wet so they entered a local cafe and ordered themselves some donuts.

Ni-ki and Y/N rushed in Her apartment complex soaked and out of breath. Y/N led him to her apartment and quickly unlocked the door, they both rush in and she shuts teh door behind them.her apartment was small but cozy with her dad on the couch watching sport channel, her little brother playing with his toys and her mom in the kitchen making tea. Y/N hold Ni-kis hand protectively since she knows her brother and father are very protective of her and her father doesn't allow boys in his apartment, her mom on the other hand doesn't mind it but she doesn't have any say in it yeah, it waz very old school family "Dad..." Y/N said softly her breathing going back to normal. Her dad didn't hear her so she called Louder this time, her dad titled his head to the side, signaling for her to speak "Can Ni-ki stay here for some time? It's raining and he can't go home" Y/N said and her dad is still silent, she looks over her shoulder at Ni-ki as if she was scared then looked back at her dead or well at the back of his head "please?" She said an her dad nodded.

She led Ni-ki to her room and closed the door behind them. She took off her wet jacket and place it on the heater in her room, she did the same with Ni-ki's jacket. She was left in tank top and skirt and Ni-ki was in black tee shirt and jeans.

"Wow..your hair is...ruined" Y/N suddenly said and Ni-ki laughed a bit and shook his head like a dog "omg stop!" Y/N laughed as he sprayed more water on her. Ni-ki then decided to explore her room. He noticed she has lots of baby photos all over her room and photos with her friends, there was nothing special about her room but it was special to him since he is finally getting closer to know her better.

"What did Shuhua told you?" Y/N asked softly as Ni-ki walked around her room, he Looked at her "To stay out of your way" he said quietly and Y/N Sighed "you know you don't have to do that, right? She's just, mad cuz her boyfriend left her for brunette and she doesn't want me to find anyone for myself" Y/N Laughed softly after saying that and Ni-ki was schocked "I thought, she wanted to protect you." He said and Y/N shook her head "nope, we may seem like the best best friends ever but reality is really crule...we baerly talk after school we hang out on weekends just to be seen and that's it." Ni-ki was even more schocked now but he didn't question it any further.

The rain stopped and Ni-ki's jacket was dry, He wore his jacket and Y/N took his hand then walked out of her room with him following close behind. "Dad" Y/N said "Can I, lead Ni-ki to the exit?" She asked and her dad approved so the walk out. They went down few stairs and stood in front of huge window but it was blurred so they couldn't see anything, they stood there facing each other while still holding hands. Ni-ki spotted something written on the wall, it said "Y/N is a bitch", she quickly stepped in front of it "its not true" she said softly while looking down, "I know" Ni-ki said back and stepped closer, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug, Y/N wrapped her arms around his waist and burry her face in his neck. The hugged each other strongly as if they waited for this moment forever! "Y/N!" Her mom called for her and she quickly said "im coming!"they can hear the door closing after she said that. She squeezed the fabric of Ni-ki's jacket with her and was taking every second of the hug like it was her last. She needed that hug more than anything, she haven't received a decent hug for so long.

After awhile, Ni-ki gently lifted her chin with the side of his finger and looked into her eyes. "Y/N! Come up, your dad is calling you!" Her moms voice was heard again, she sounded angrier now but Y/N didn't care. Ni-ki leaned down and connected their lips into a soft kiss. The both felt butterflies in their tummy's, both of their heart were beating rapidly at the same time as Their lips moved together in Sync. Ni-ki pressed Y/N againts the wall, not because he wanted to heat up things but simply because he was more comfortable this way. "Y/N!!!" Her mom screamed this time and they both jump away from the kiss "I have to go" she whispered terrified, she headed upstairs but Ni-ki took her hand and pulled her to him again and kissed her lips before letting her go home.

When he came home, he was so happy! He finally let his fantasy come to life! He wanted to jump off a tree from happiness!!

He decided to ask her out on a date and she said yes! 😱He put note in her locker and gave her his adress.

Few days later, Ni-ki was cleaning his room in panic, he slept in amd forgot she was coming so he had to quickly clean everything!!! His mom amd dad went put on a date and he had the whole apartment for himself, he bought some caramel cherries and cherry liqueur just for the occasion.

He vacuumed his room, put the laundry away, cleaned his desk and most importantly, made his bed.

After he was done, the bell of his apartment rang , he rushed to the door and opened it, letting Y/N walk in. She smelled like cherry blossom, she was wearing denim skirt, black tank top and white converse. Her hair was down and she had a denim hairband on her head. They walked in his room and Y/N did the same thing he did, explore the room for a bit, everything she stared a bit longer for he explained what it was and the whole backstory of it. Y/N thought Ni-ki was adorable but he was nervous as fuck lol.

They both sat down on the floor and Ni-Ki brought Caramel cherries and liqueur, Y/N was surprised at how romantic Ni-ki was "wow, fancy" she giggled and he felt proud "I bought it just for you" he said as he poured cherry liqueur in two mini glasses while Y/N was eating cherries.

Y/N spotted the old record player and smiled "do you have any records?" She asked Ni-ki and he nodded "yeah! Here" he put a record in the record player and it started playing slow romantic song. Y/N gently swayed at along the song as She drank the cherry liqueur and Ni-ki just started at her memorized.

He suddenly took her hand and stand on his feet, she stood up with him and he placed his one hand on her waist and the other one was holding her hand. They started slow dancing together while smiling at each other, The moonlight was shining through Ni-ki's window and made it look ever more romantic.

Ni-ki accidentally stepped on Y/N's foot but she laughed it off, they were having the time of their lives. They didn't need to talk, they stayed in comfortable silence the whole time while dancing and admiring each others beauty.

Ni-ki caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers and Y/N leaned in his touch while looking at him. He then lean down and kiss her cheek , then her forehead, the her nose, as he was going down from her nose to her chin, his lips brushed against hers which made both of the shiver. He looked into her eyes and moved some hair from her face, this time, she was the one to connect their lips together. The kiss was sweet and gentle, she placed her arms around his neck and he hugged her waist. The first kiss they shared was full if adrenaline and exitment, this one was more calm and romantic, He lead her to his bed and layed her down, they continued to kiss for long time then they both pull away catching their breaths while smiling.

Then they start cuddling until they fall asleep 😍🥰😱🤔👵🏻

[kissorkill16]

Another Dork: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Nicky meets the Inventor's Club.

Enzo, Maritza, and Ivan sat together at lunch, and Ivan was going on and on about how he thinks he's discovered a new element during Science Class.

"Ivan, I don't think there's anymore elements left to be discovered.", said Enzo, but Ivan shook his head. "But how will you know if you never experiment?!", he kept saying in his friend's face.

Meanwhile, Maritza was trying to drown them out. Her attention went to a boy sitting under a tree, eating a sandwich and something that looked like homemade granola.

"Who's that?", asked her brother, sounding desperate to change the subject so Ivan would stop talking about his new discovery. Maritza shrugged.

"How the hell am I supposed to know? I've known him just as long as you have, which is like a nanosecond.", said Maritza.

In the blink of an eye, Ivan was already on his way to greet the boy. The boy was just about to throw away his paper bag when Ivan jumped to him, making him yelp and fall backwards.

Ivan nervously giggled.

He lent his hand to help the boy up.

"Sorry, I got a little excited.", said Ivan. "How come I don't know you?"

The boy crumbled his paper bag and threw it in the trash, "I'm new here.", he said.

"Oh! New student! Awesome!", said Ivan, jumping up and down. It was at that moment that Enzo and Maritza finally caught up to him. Enzo put a hand on his shoulder.

"I apologize for my friend. He likes meeting new people, because he thinks they're human experiments.", he said. "I mean, you are a human, but not an experiment."

The boy's eyes widened, and he smiled nervously and nodded, trying not to look bothered. "Yay...", he said.

Maritza put her arm around the boy's shoulder, leading him back to their table. "You want to sit with us? I promise it's more comfortable than sitting under a tree."

The four kids went back to their table, and Ivan didn't take his eyes off the new kid for a second.

"So what's your name?", he asked the boy.

"Nicky.", said the boy.

"Is that short for something?", asked Enzo.

"Yeah...", replied Nicky. "Nicholas. I don't really like that name, so you guys can just call me Nicky...Nick works too."

Maritza rolled her eyes, "Well Nicky, before we go any further, I have to ask you...are you a nerd?"

Nicky was confused. "What?"

"I've been sitting with these eggheads ever since the beginning of school.", she said, pointing to Enzo and Ivan. "These guys bore the hell out of me and I just want to know whether or not you're a nerd like them."

Enzo put his hand up, stopping Maritza from talking. "What my sister means is...", he started, "What're you interested in? Do you have any hobbies or favorite things to do? Regardless if you're a nerd or not.", he said, saying the last bit while staring at Maritza.

Nicky looked down at his lap, trying to contain himself. He was just so excited. This is the first time anyone has ever tried to get to know him, mostly because he's never had friends before. Maybe these guys would be his first real friends.

"Well...", he started off with, "I'm really interested in locks. Specifically, lockpicking. It's become a hobby of mine ever since I moved here. I bought it off some kid with my allowance last summer and I've been trying to see how each one works. It's really easy! My personal favorite is..."

As Nicky droned on, the kids tried their best to listen to what he was saying, but they couldn't help but think that he was just a little too...boring.

Sure, Enzo and Ivan were the biggest nerds in the school, and anything they talked about could put even the teachers to sleep. But they felt like Nicky would definitely win in a boring contest.

"But I'm also really fascinated by aliens! No one else believes they're real, but I promise you, I swear I saw one last night. It could've been a dream, but I'm convinced that it wasn't. I plan to become a secret alien double agent as soon as I graduate high school just so I can prove they're in fact, real.", he said. Then his eyes lit up, "Or maybe I'll be an engineer!"

Maritza was really regretting inviting him to sit with them.

"Great. Another nerd.", she thought.

Ivan immediately jumped up in excitement when Nicky said that. "You're into engineering?", he asked. Nicky nodded, thinking that Ivan was kind of cute when he got excited like that.

"ME TOO!", he squealed. "Oh I can tell you and I are going to get along just great!"

Nicky turned to look at Maritza, "So what do you think? Am I a nerd to you?", he asked.

Maritza tapped her chin, "Well...kind of. When you said you were into engineering, my mind immediately thought you were a nerd. But you do like aliens and lockpicking, despite it being a weird ass hobby."

Nicky shamefully looked down at his lap.

"But I wouldn't call you a nerd.", said Maritza. "I'd say you're more of a dork."

The boy looked up at Maritza and smiled, "I'll take it.", he said. "By the way, I didn't get any of your names."

Ivan's eyes widened, "Oh! Where are my manners? I forgot to introduce myself.", he said. He took Nicky's hand and shook it with a little too much force. "I'm Ivan Torre, greetings and salutations."

Enzo rolled his eyes, but he shook Nicky's hand with a little less force. "Enzo Esposito."

Maritza didn't even bother shaking Nicky's hand, she just looked at Nicky and said "Maritza Esposito. Enzo's sister, not by choice."

Enzo rolled his eyes.

"What're you guys into?"

Enzo began, "Well, I really like -"

"Me first!", said Maritza. "I enjoy sports. Specifically, soccer. I originally wanted to play baseball, but my parents said soccer seemed like the cheapest sport."

"And as you already know, I'm into engineering. I spend my time building machines and trying to convince Enzo that it's possible that there are still more things in the world to be discovered.", said Ivan.

Enzo rolled his eyes once more, "Yeah. Well, I'm into video games and reading books. I tried basketball for a while, but it wasn't really my style. I do enjoy engineering sometimes though."

Nicky smiled as they all shared their interests. He was a little bit embarrassed that not all of them had something in common with him, except for Ivan who loved engineering, but he was glad he was trying to start a conversation with people his age.

However, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the boy who'd been staring at him the entire time he ate his lunch. He was still staring at him.

Nicky wondered why. But even if he wanted to know why, he wished he'd stop.

"Don't mind him.", said Enzo, putting a hand on Nicky's shoulder. "He just has a staring problem, nothing to worry about. Either try not to make eye contact with him, or just pretend he's not there."

"Who is he anyway?", asked Nicky.

"One of the Peterson kids.", said Maritza. "His name's Aaron, and he's the brother and son of Mya, Diane, and Theodore Peterson. Mr. Peterson is a world renowned theme park designer who moved here last year along with his wife and kids. His kids being Mya and...", Maritza finished her sentence by pointing at Aaron.

"Just try to stay out of his way.", said Ivan.

Nicky nodded.

After the bell, Nicky was just walking out of the school when he caught a glimpse of Ivan talking to someone. He saw the same rude girl scout who tried to sell him cookies at lunch in front of him.

They were talking to each other like they were friends or something.

Maybe they were friends.

Maybe Ivan was talking about him with this girl scout, and she was regretting being such a mean girl to him. But as he looked closer, he noticed that as Ivan talked to her, she was laughing. Matter of fact, they were both laughing.

"Seriously?!", said the girl scout, laughing in between sentences. "Oh my God! What a dork!"

Ivan was still trying to catch his breath, "Finch, don't say that! He might hear you!", he said, putting a hand on her shoulder and clutching his chest.

Nicky stared at him in shock. Was the one person he actually shared an interest with seriously gossiping about him to the same girl who was a total bitch to him?

Ivan turned around to see Nicky staring at them, he waved to him looking all innocent. "Hey, Nicky!", he said.

But Nicky was already turned around and he walked away. He decided not to interact with him or the rest of his friends for a while, he figured they were probably gossiping about him too.

Instead, he hid behind a tree to stare at the same kid who'd been staring at him all day.

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And while rewatching the series I've also had a pretty obvious thought about Tara's motivations re: Willow and magic that I use for both meta and my fanfics:

Namely 'Why didn't Tara say anything consistently about Willow's potential magic problems until Season 6 started'. And the simple answer is the elephant in the room that she both lied to Willow for that first year of their relationship and was instantly forgiven and then after that everything with what Willow did with and to Glory to bring her mind back out of her worst nightmare. I sincerely think that Tara was probably anticipating even if she somehow failed to do the demon thing that this habit was going to blow up in her face and then it didn't.

It's one of the areas where one of her flaws, namely being an enabler, contributed and where her own insecurities worked hand in glove with everything with Willow's increasing arrogance for the explosion to a point that I think the main problem with the Season 6 storyline was not so much some of the courses characters took, as it was set up very far back indeed, but the complete switcheroo and back again on how magic works.

Not changing that wouldn't have really changed much, keeping Tara's more nuanced characterization from the previous seasons with a 'yes I made very bad mistakes but I learned from them rather than insisting I didn't,' as I keep noting, would have cost the series nothing and given Tara's moral role greater strength. She was never a saint, but like Giles her own experiences with her own mistakes would have brought greater weight to her noting the flaws in what Willow was doing and the path to the time bomb that is Dark Willow exploding in everyone's faces.

This Watsonian Tara who was deeply flawed has just as strong a case against everything in Season 6 as the Doylist version, and I make a specific point with my use of the Tara resurrection trope to both note that and to provide various nuances accounting for the inevitable thing canon never really tried to do, namely 'if that wasn't really a case of magic abruptly going from lesbianism to crack to lesbianism again, what the Hell was it.'

The Watsonian Willow in turn is blinded by the increasing power of dark magic and her older displays of power trips and what she believes she's doing and very, very self-deluded and extremely dangerous, with Tara essentially seeing the problem, assuming the Slayer can solve it short of the worst case, and bailing for her own safety and the more power to her even if she didn't really bother to inform anyone else what was poised to happen in the ways it did happen.

But I also treat all of this, ultimately, as the real problem being less 'magic addiction' and more the combination of slowly unfolding realization that magic gave a bullying victim with a huge axe to grind absolute power with which to wield the axe and a complete lack of concern for the collateral damage in so doing. This changes very, very little of how things unfold in Season 6 and treating Rack as more of a parasite who dulled people's awareness of what he was actually doing to them with the endorphin rush to obfuscate the truth allows for him to keep the creepier trappings without having to have the magic crack dealer staying precisely that.

And that's the ironic part, keeping strictly within the lines of the rules of all the other 11 seasons doesn't require changing much of anything any of the characters did, as that part was in its own way logical extensions of things. Now the finance plot, OTOH, was a belated bid for realism by people who never had to pay anything on a McJob which even in the 90s couldn't have done shit and it's a case where everything they did with that just gets worse fractally the more it's looked at.

It was a poorly structured bid for realism that failed because the bid ignored how much of the underlying assumptions were....not realistic. And that this same stressful financial situation miraculously disappears with the implosion of Sunnydale through Season 7 and all those Potentials plus the Scoobies plus Spike miraculously had consistent power, water, and food without this being a time bomb of a different sort shows why the realism for Season 6 was an avoidable mistake.

If they could handwave that, they could have handwaved the other and had Buffy's depression over her resurrection stay about where it was anyway.