#For a guy that likes to pretend he doesn't need friends and hates his bestie he sure is the clingiest bitch of the bunch huh

[happywitchesofnewdi]

"Hey Natsume, remember that sleepover you WEREN'T invited to? 🤪" is probably my favorite recurring bit. I hope it never dies.

[asunflowerana]

a good kind of nuinsance — Suna Rintarou

summary: you have a big project coming up, and to make things even worse, you're forced to work with the most stupid, handsome moron on campus.

genre: comedy, enemies-to-lovers trope.

n/a: not me pretending i'm the best friend haha. also, good reading!

“It will be fine!” She said. “It could be worse, trust me. And it will end soon!”

You wish you could stop believing in your best friend.

College is already a nerve-wracking place to deal with it, increasing even more in junior year. You need to work on your assignments, do presentations, fight yourself everyday to not procrastinate 24/7 or call off sick ‘cause your bed is too appealing; and in the end, you always freak out with your final exams, coffee becoming your best friend and clock your worst enemy.

What you don’t understand though, is why, in such a chaotic atmosphere, you still need to do group work?

And why, of all the people on this big campus, you got paired up with Suna Rintarou?

The struggle is real.

It’s not that you hate him. No, that’s not the case at all. It’s just that spotting his face alone is enough to make you want to change sidewalks even if the traffic signal is green and Formula 1 is happening on the street.

It all started with a single bump on the cafeteria entrance. His unnecessary hard body bumped against you and your hot chocolate cup, making all of your precious drink spill and fall into your previous white All Stars sneakers, staining the fabric and burning your skin to the soul.

And that boy had the nerve to mumble a “Watch where you’re going” before giving you a cold shoulder and leaving in a hurry.

Tables turned and you had your redemption one day later, refusing to lend him your notes of an important assignment, useful for the upcoming exams. It’s not your fault that his bicycle tire got pierced on the way to class, he should have been prepared and woken up early like every poor student in this college.

This “not so pleasant but still fulfilling” war has been going on between you guys for weeks. But unfortunately, his presence became more than a nuisance to you, and you absolutely detest now the way your heart flutters when you see that punk walking on the hall with that stupid, pretty face.

Annoying, handsome, punk.

And since your “so called” best friend knows about your hidden feelings, she decided to come up with a stupid solution for it.

You, her, Suna and Bokuto Koutaro, her adorable but very much ingenuous boyfriend, were supposed to do the group project together at a cozy cafeteria a few blocks from the campus main building, known for their delicious milkshakes and pretzels.

Nowhere to escape, you accept the invite, hoping your friend could take your mind away from Suna’s intruding. That, until Bokuto shouts:

“Shoot, I forgot there was practice today!” So exaggerated, he totally has no vocation to be an actor.

And your bestie had the audacity to join the act, forcing out a grimace. “Sorry guys, but we need to go.” She announces, not sorry at all, Bokuto taking her backpack with him like the doting boyfriend he is. “Please enjoy our milkshakes, we’ll text you later to see what you guys decided!”

“Good dat— I mean…. Bye!” Bokuto takes her hand and storms away from the cafeteria.

You can only sigh, disappointed at yourself for not predicting this might happen.

“Did they really leave us?” Suna asks incredulously, noticing the filled notebooks the couple left on the table. “They even made their parts already!”

You turn your gaze to him, feeling the beginning of a migraine.“Look, I’m not thrilled to work with you either. But the faster we start, the faster we’ll get rid of each other.” You proposed with little patience, taking a sip of your friend’s untouched strawberry milkshake. “Now, take that milkshake and let’s finish this quick.”

He huffs, but your surprise doesn't fight with you on this, and you both start a two-hours circle of working in silence, bickering at each other and working in silence again, making small progress with your parts on the project. You even start to agree with each other, Suna finding your suggestions “smarter than expected”, and you finding his ideas “not so bad for a moron”.

It’s strange, the feeling of being in agreement with Hajime on something, and it's noticeable his efforts of making the process as peaceful as it can be. This friendlier side looks actually cute on him (not that you were checking him out for the past thirty minutes), so you decide to be nice too, for the sake of good grades.

It only lasts a few minutes, and soon you’re arguing again.

“The information needs to be in Z. No one will pay attention if you fill the poster with notes all over it!” He argues one more time, trying to prove his point about the best position to the notes.

“But we need to put all the information we gathered! If we do it your way, we’ll need three more posters , and that's a waste of paper!” You defend your point as well, not wanting to back down from your proposition to the project’s presentation. 

“Well, if you want to really save paper, then you should stop wanting to put everything we wrote down inside a poster, when we don’t have to!”

“We do, if we want good grades in this class. Oh wait, I forgot, you don’t really know what it's like.!”

You’re both staring at each other dangerously, breath heavy and quick, like two bulls ready to strike each other. Thank goodness you’re in a distant booth, or you guys would probably be kicked out by now for the shouting.

Suna runs his hand over his black locks, tired of this unfinished argument. “You’re too annoying , you know that?” He hisses. 

“And you’re so stubborn, argh, I can’t stand you in my head anymore!” You almost shout out your frustration, letting slip the last words by accident, but lucky for you Suna’s too angry to catch what did you mean.

“Well, I wish you could leave mine too, but you’re still there every day!”

You’re shocked. Your heart’s pace fastens and your body suddenly feels numb, completely bewildered by his confession. Suna avoids eye-contact for a few seconds, staring at the table with a terrified look, his face reddening as the seconds go by. Why did he say that to you?

“I—” He clears his throat, trying to come up with a quick excuse to cover his mistake.“ I didn't—”

“What?” But you don’t leave room for excuses. “You didn’t mean you like me?”

His eyes widens. “No! I…. I….” He sighs. “ I didn’t mean to say it like that! But if you really want to know… yes. I like you. " He moves his eyes in your direction, taking your features for a moment. "Even if you get on my nerves every single day, I can’t get you out of my head. And I know we’re not on the best terms, but I can’t just pretend anymore…” He doesn’t need to finish his line. You’re just so overwhelmed with his confession, that staying a few moments in silence makes Rintarou take that as a rejection.

“I should go.” He begins to rise from his chair, but his movements are interrupted as you quickly hold one of his wrists, preventing him from moving away. He looks at you surprised.

“Would you find it strange if I said that I can’t pretend anymore either?” You can’t say the right words aloud yet, timid of what he might do with your confession, but the growing, pretty and genuine smirk on his face tells you made a good decision by opening yourself to him.

“I guess I own you a hot chocolate, then?”

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[characteroulette]

Okay here's a thing I thought about recently

You can tell the new writers didn't know what to do with Apollo because they kept trying to give him new gimmicks / motivations both times. First he's suddenly got a bestie he'll go insane for. Then he's got a whole secret childhood in a different country.

Meanwhile, Phoenix is RIGHT THERE with 7 years of unused time!! And they give him nothing. Not a single new thing is added to him. Worse, they even revert him to his original trilogy bluster and pretend his days as the cold poker player don't exist or matter. They actively take characterisation away from Phoenix.

Because Phoenix is the self-insert, right? Obviously, he can't have too much detail on him, he's here for the player to project themselves onto. It's not like he has his own wild characterisation (changing his entire life trajectory to meet his friend he knew for like 3 months of his childhood again, willingly and seriously cross-examining a parrot, refusing to elabourate on his past to the point of pretending his old friend is legitimately dead). It's not like he's grown at all from those experiences and should be less prone to falling to despair about his cases going off the rails (6-1 is the biggest offender to me in this regard; I get this is a higher stakes gambit than he expected, but my dude this is the first case you cannot throw out the despair pose like that it lacks any emotional impact and actively takes me out of the moment).

It's just very telling to me that, instead of utilising what possibilities they have (7 whole years!!), they pretend it's a complete blank for Phoenix. It may as well have just been a blink of an eye, it doesn't matter for him. It's less missing time and more just a single step over the issue.

Also this is petty but "King of Bluff"??? Why would that be his name. I hate this. Call him the "Turnabout Terror" he's THE Turnabout guy!! Any Prosecutor worth their salt should know by now that when their case seems to be going their way and they're close to that Guilty verdict, that's when they need to be afraid. That's when Phoenix Wright pulls out the most bullshit small detail and flips everything on its head. Pray he does not accuse you of being involved because it's a 50/50 chance he will tear open your secrets to reveal what crimes you are guilty of. Acting as if the guy who focuses in on the smaller details and is 90% of the time right on the money is lying his ass off is just wild to me. He may be putting on airs that these details are more important than he initially thinks, that he's flying by the seat of his pants, but his track record does not lie. The hoops we have to jump to be the underdog at all times is wild when we're inherently underdogs just from our profession alone, especially in this world.

Anyway yeah. Weird they chose to fuss with Apollo's character and story twice over when Phoenix is right there, with empty time to fill in, and yet he has negative character growth instead. Very telling of them.

[fandomsfordays21]

Unlikely Sans AU friendship idea I CANNOT get out of my head...

So... I've been thinking about these two for a while and I've finally decided to post it on Tumblr.

Hear me out... Fresh and Lust as besties.

Now, I know what you're thinking, "Fresh would be disgusted by Lust or he would avoid him!" or something along those lines and/or another type of excuse as to why the wouldn't get along, HOWEVER! I disagree.

I actually think they could get along despite their differences and that the dynamic could be really interesting. Fresh is overall a chill, family friendly guy, right? We know that he hates swearing (Cause one of his powers is to literally censor it when he's around) and that he hates things like drugs and alcohol, right? But he's also a kinda flirty guy, and canonically has a list of people he has kissed and loves to add to it. I definitely think Fresh would be against dirty talking and stuff like that, but the overall idea of sex wouldn't really bother him. I mean, he wouldn't have any interest in it, but it's just a natural thing some people do. As long as they keep that behind closed doors, he wouldn't care. This is the reason I think him and Lust would get along.

Their relationship would definitely not be good at first, with how incredibly vulgar Lust is and how much he talks about sex, but I think that is actually how they would learn to get along. You see, my version of Lust is an Angel Dust like character. He's used to being seen as nothing more than "The sex fiend" and is probably used to people thinking that's all he is, so he acts like it. Lust is used to being seen as just a pretty face and body, but Fresh literally wouldn't care. Fresh wouldn't be all over him, nor would he be particularly disgusted by Lust, he just would want the guy to stop talking about sex all the time.

I think that, at some point, they would both reach a point of understanding about each other, and Lust would become more comfortable around Fresh. Maybe even comfortable enough to act a bit more like "himself" instead of the front he puts up. Lust would grow to like the nonchalant nature Fresh has, because he knows it's genuine. Fresh isn't pretending to have emotions he doesn't have, Fresh isn't pretending to be nice because he wants to get a discount on Lust's services. Lust wouldn't have to check every food or drink he's given, wouldn't have to analyze the tone of Fresh's voice to see if he's being lied too, because Fresh genuinely has no interest in Lust outside of friendship.

I headcannon that, even though Fresh doesn't really feel or understand any emotions, he will listen to other people vent about theirs, 'cause it'd be unrad of him if he didn't listen to his pals when they needed him to. I also headcannon that Fresh is the type of guy to tell when a person or place has bad vibes and will keeps his friends away from there. He's walking down the street with Lust and a guy is looking predatory? Lust is getting covered with a jacket three sizes too big for him because, "It's windy broski, ya need to learn to cover up." and then Fresh will give the guy a look that you never want to get from him. Lust wants to go to a club and/or bar? Fresh won't go due to the unrad substances inside, but he will be right outside the door waiting for Lust to come out and/or on high alert for any signs of distress from inside. Fresh would be the kind of bodyguard friend who no one realizes is a bodyguard friend because he's so casual about it.

I feel like Fresh would also be really understanding of Lust's hypersexuality, and that Lust can't help how he feels sometimes. Imagine Lust having a really bad Hypersexuality episode, the kind I sometimes have where it gets physically painful and you feel so ashamed about it where you just want to cry, and Fresh just covers him with a blanket and sits next to him so Lust feels safe having someone he trusts nearby so he's not so vulnerable. Lust doesn't have very many of those people, and I think it'd be great for him to have someone he's 100% sure won't take advantage of him.

I have so much more I want to talk about with this that I can't fit into this post since it's already so long, BUT DO YOU SEE THE VISION???

[my-brain-soup]

I've Never Seen Luka, But Jon Kent Has

Basically I've never watched Luka but I read a fanfic where Jon gets the teen titans to watch it (parallels are drawn between Luca and Alberto and Jon and Damian) so now I will be watching it and writing the thoughts I have during it

No I will not give context and spoiler warning ig

Love the music during the studio logos

We love a superstitious king, I mean, I have a feeling he has a point

IF THEY HIT HIM IMMA BE SO PISSED

Awww, he's such a polite little guy

Luca is a farm boy!!! I love my little Jon Kent varient :)

I, too, would risk my life for shiny object

I, too, do the murder

OMG THEIR SO JON AND DAMIAN BUT LIKE BEING HUMAN IS BEING A VIGILANTE AND ITS THE SAME AS THEIR START BASICALLY I LOVE THEM

HE EVEN HAS THE SUPERMAN CURL

Dami would say he invented walking

And pretend he's not proud of Jon

THEYRE SO CUTESY

Bruno? Or Bruce...o... you get the idea

Sorry, they have Luca grab Alberto like that and expect me not to see them as the most adorable little guy love story? Their so crushing on each other

"You're so lucky your dad lets you do what you want," cue Superman's comment about Bruce getting hit on the head all the time

NO WAY THEIR SENDING HIM TO (basically) BOARDING SCHOOL TO KEEP HIM AWAY FROM THE "bad influence" THAT IS ALBERTO

Yes! Grandma, my queen!

"We can do anything" I love this movie

MY FRIEND SMELLS AMAZING

God I don't know her name yet but I love her

JULIA OR HOWEVER YOU SAY IT

We're not telling you our secrets! Tells secrets immediately.

FROM EVERYTHING YOU LOVE?????

I love Alberto so muchhhhhh

I love Mr dad human

Oh they know SOO many fish

No way everyone, including an adult, just saw that bitch rob some kids and didn't do shit

He is a sad little catfish

Why are his parents actually crazy

Aww, Alberto doesn't want to lose his friend

Noooooooo

Luca just wants to learn, and Alberto just wants to feel loved :(

How is the gayest looking dude there being homophobic?

When your new father figue wants to kill your entire species

Alberto got mad when Julia touched Luca's hand...

Why does Luca's hair looks like a croissant

NO LUCA WTF

I WAS ALMOST ON YOUR SIDE

GOD WHAT THE HELL

YES, MR DAD HUMAN, I LOVE YOU PLEASE DONT KILL YOUR NEW SON

FUCK.

IM NOT CRYING.

Nooooo

Their fort :(

BESTIE NO

NO ALBERTO MY BABY NO

STOP PUSHING PEOPLE AWAY SO YOU DONT GET HURT. IT'S NOT GONNA WORK

God the organizer adult lady us such a bitch

Why is no one concerned that the scuba kid isn't coming up for air?

Aww, his little clap self tap in

It's totally about to rain

Well shit. Sometimes I hate when I'm right

WAIT WAS THAT ALBERTO

I TAKE IT BACK I LOVE WHEN IM RIGHT

FUCK

NO I TAKE IT BACK AGAIN

I love them so much!!!!

MR DAD HUMAN NO

MR DAD HUMAN YES

YAYYYY

KING

Is the mom the same person that voiced Aunt Cass in big hero 6?

YES LOVE ME THE OLD LADIES

I decided it is a metaphor for older lgbtq people, feeling able to come out after younger generations have proved that times have changed, I love them

(They're sisters, so they're not together, but they can still be gay!)

BRO ITS SO ABOUT BEING GAY I LOVE THIS MOVIE

BRO ALBERTO

THOSE LITTLE LOOKS

YOU'RE NOT FOOLING ANYONE

JULIA 100% KNOWS

About his crush, not just Luca going to school

AHHHH HES SO SWEET

YES, MR DAD HUMAN, YOU NEED EACH OTHER

Their in love, your honor

THEIR LITTLE HAND HOLDING THING I CANT

IM SO MENTALLY ILL FOR GAY FISH

IM CRYING AGAIN

AHHH, THEY RIGHT EACH OTHER LETTERS

ALBERTO LOOKS SO SMITTEN WHEN THEY'RE ON THE PHONE

ALBERTO GETS HIS KNIFE

DOES HE BECOME A LIFEGAURD???

I love this movie

So much

DAMIAN ALSO HAS A CAT AND JON ALSO HAS A DOG

Also, here is my formal apology, her name is spelled Giulia, my b

Alberto learns to carve wood, awww

Also, does Luca EVER get shoes?

I've decided I need an Alberto to become a tattoo artist future au, at least like on the side or for fun or sm

The dedication is adorable

Yes, I just watched all of the credits. What about it?

I was rewarded with an after credits scene, so fuck you.

I'm gonna watch all the deleted scenes now, I'm not gonna specify which one so have fun guessing

Haha, they called Alberto and Luca the main relationship

BOO STOP TRYING TO GIVE LUCA A CRUSH ON GIULIA

YES ALBERTO CHEER ON THE KRAKEN AGAINST THE HUNTER

YES! CONFORMED LUCA A GIULIA ONLY PLATONIC

Also, she was almost a photographer, like TIM DRAKE?!?!?

Don't worry, Luca, I'll ride in a barrel lit on fire down a hill with you

Awww, they were raised by a lobsterrr

BRING BACK CANNED SEA MONSTER FACTORY

OH SEA MONSTER CAN PASS BUT IF THEIR FOUND OUT THE CONSEQUENCES MIGHT BE REALKY DIRE??? SOUNDS KINDA GAY TO ME.

Oh, Jon is extremely charming

I love how they used different animation styles (in how they had the characters move) on land and in the water

PH THE TRANSFORMATION ISN'T CELEBRATED IN LUCAS FAMILY AND HE MAKES IT A CONSIOUS DEASITION TO CHANGE HIS THINKING FROM I SHOULDNT DO THIS TO I SHOULD EMBRASE THIS? SOUNDS KINDA GAY TO ME

Bro, not the first version where Alberto outs Luca to Giulia, eek

And finally, Ciao Alberto!

Aww, Luca wants to see to Portorosso!

THE GAY OLD LADY SISTERS ARE DEFINITELY CLOSE WITH ALBERTO, AND I LOVE IT FOR ALL OF THEM

He finally has people who care about him!!!

AWW ALBERTO JUST WANTS MR DAD HUMAN TO BE PROUD OF HIM

Alberto, you do NOT got this

DONT LIGHT THE BOAT ON FIRE

OH SHIT

Noooo!!! Don't leave!!!

YOU'RE NOT HIS EMPLOYEE, YOU'RE HIS SON

HE CALLED HIM DAD!!!

YAY HUGS

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

MY HEART

I CANT

I love Alberto being an artist (a bad one, for now, but still and artist)

Okay, that's it, Ciao :)

[blooming-violets]

😤

KATIE JEALOUS PETER PLS ILYSM

Peter Parker Jealousy Headcanon

OKAY

I'm looking to my crystal ball of headcanons and there's about three million jealousy ones spinning around in there. I'm going to close my eyes and grab one out at random...

You and Peter are friends. College. Senior Year. You run the photography club and convinced him to join sophomore year after you found an old camera in his dorm room. You've been besties ever since. And, by besties, I mean Peter follows you around everywhere and you let him.

Peter doesn't talk to anyone else unless he's forced to.

I'm picturing depressed and disheveled Peter. After Gwen's death. He took a year or two off from college. When he finally attended, he kept to himself most of the time even though he was a part of the club. He only joined because you asked him to. Plus, taking pictures is a fairly solitary thing anyway. He'd do anything you asked him to.

None of your friends really like him. They think he's kind of mean and they're not wrong. He likes to sit and sulk and glare at people.

But, for some reason, he hates everyone except for you.

He always looks like he's two days past his shaving due date but never actually commits to the full beard. Permanent scruff. Constant messy bed head in need of a cut. Sad boy eyes. Same pair of jeans he's worn for the past two weeks. Wrinkled shirt. You get the idea.

The first year you two became friends, you thought the friendship would turn into something more. You kept hoping he would ask you out on a date. When he never did, you worked up the courage to ask him yourself. His response was awkward and it didn't seem like he was super interested so you quickly let it drop. You figured that he only wanted to be friends. You tried to let that be fine. You tried to push away your feelings for the beautiful emo trash human.

OOPS THIS GOT LONG READ MORE TIME

By senior year you'd all but squashed those feelings into the earth. (or so you liked to pretend)

You invited Peter to a party some friends are having at their new apartment off campus. He says he'll "show up if he has time" and you wonder what else this man could possibly be doing because you're his only friend. But you agree with it and decide to head off to the party alone. If Peter shows up, he shows up. If he doesn't, well, you're not going to waste your time begging him.

He does show up. Conveniently right as you do. Almost as if he planned it that way. You two enter and immediately can tell that the party is already getting out of hand. There's a lot of people you don't know in this apartment. People you don't think your friend invited. They probably heard about it from someone and decided to crash. Whatever. It's not your house. Let's get drinks.

Peter and you find the drink table and get busy. Shots shots shots! You're starting to feel good. Happy. Bubbly. You want to dance with the crowd of people middle of the room. You try to pull Peter over there. He refuses.

He gives you a scowl and shakes his head.

"I don't dance!" He shouts over the music.

"You suck," You shout back.

You leave him there to pout on his own and squeeze your way into the mass of sweaty people to dance. You start to lose yourself in the beat of the music. The drinks are spinning around in your head to amp up your happiness. It feels good.

Now some guy is dancing with you. He's grinding up behind you. You turn to look at him. You've never seen him before in your life but he's cute enough. At least the drinks are telling you he's cute and you don't really care. It's been a long time since you've gotten with anyone. Your last boyfriend broke up with you three years ago. You'd been pining over Peter for a while. It was time to have your needs met.

You start dancing back with the stranger. His hands are all over you. You like the feel of being appreciated by someone else. He's making you feel sexy. Beautiful. You turn around in his arms and start to kiss. Right there in middle of everyone. You don't care anymore.

You secretly hope Peter is watching.

And he is.

But he's not just watching. He's glaring. His fist tightens around red plastic cup in his hand so tightly that the contents spill out over the top and the plastic cracks and crumbles. He tosses the crunched up cup off to the side. His jaw is tight. He can't pull his eyes away from you. He wants to look away but he can't. They're glued on to you. Blazing into the back of your head. Even over all the music and noise he can hear the tiny moan of approval in the back of your throat.

The sound sets off all the raging alarms in his head. Fire burns behind his eyes. His shoulders are squared off and tense. And then he sees it.

The stranger, with his greedy arms wrapped around you, slides his hands down your waist. He flips up the bottom of your skirt, right there in the middle of everyone, to expose your underwear to whoever might be looking. A thong. The string is lost between your perfectly plump cheeks. Your ass is on full display should anyone decide to look down. He lets his hands grab fist full of your cheeks, his fingers digging into your flesh, before the skirt flops back down over his wrists to hide the rest from view.

And you're moaning. Kissing him harder. Shoving your tongue down his throat. You like it. You like that he takes control. You like that doesn't care who could see. He's not ashamed of you. He's not afraid. Your heart is spiking. Your skin is getting hotter. You're horny. You're sick of having no one but your vibrator for the past three years. So you whisper into the strangers ear to bring you to the bedroom.

Peter can hear it. He can hear and feel everything you're doing because he's zeroed in on you. You are his target. His senses are set on you and only you. The rest of the room and the people in it have faded away. All he sees is you.

He's watching as you take the strangers hand and lead him through the crowds. You're headed to the bedroom. Peter can't let you reach it. His heart is pounding. His breath is tight in his throat. He can't let you get to that bedroom.

In mere seconds he is across the room. His hand has grabbed a fistful of the stranger's collared shirt. He's throwing him backwards. Hard. Away from you.

Your hand breaks contract with the enemy. There's a brief sense of relief for Peter until he sees the confused shock in your eyes. You're glancing wildly between himself and somewhere off behind him.

The room has gone silent besides the steady beat of the music.

Peter blinks, his other senses starting to come back into focus. There's no longer only you. He can hear the music again. The hushed whispers. He can see the other people. They're all staring at him. No one is dancing anymore.

He turns to look. The stranger has been flung across the entire room and crashed into a kitchen cabinet. Its fallen off the hinges as he holds the back of his head in shock. When he pulls his hand away, there's blood on his palm.

Peter couldn't remember throwing him that far. He only meant to grab him away from you. He didn't mean to lose control of his strength like that. He turned to look back you, expecting to see the same horror as everyone else at the party. Instead he saw something else.

The corners of your lips turned into a smirk. There was a spark behind your eyes. The same one he saw threes years ago on the day you asked him on a date. An expectant hopefulness. He already let you down once. He wasn't going to do it again.

Before anyone could react, he'd taken your hand and fled from the scene. The night air was cool. It refreshed his lungs and helped steady his breath. He pulled you along behind him. Picking a direction and just going with it. Anywhere was better than back there.

You stayed quiet. Afraid that if you spoke, it would break whatever revelation he was having.

Finally, four blocks from the scene. He stopped to turn and face you.

"I-" he hesitated. He didn't know what he wanted to say. He didn't know how to tell you that you were his best friend. He didn't know how to tell you that you were the only person in his life who he wanted to keep. He didn't know how to say that he was terrified of losing you to. He didn't know how to open himself up and let you in without bringing along the pain of his past. He didn't know if he could treat you the way you deserved. He didn't know how to tell you that he brought along heartbreak and devastation where ever he went. He didn't know how to tell you that if you were with him, he would end up breaking you, too.

He didn't know how to tell you that, despite all that, he loved you.

You watched the words of all the things he couldn't say flash across his face. He didn't need to say them. Not to you. Not yet.

"If you can't say it, Peter," you whispered to him. "Then show me."

KISS

THE END

[snuggles-and-struggles]

There was this other holiday fic idea I'd had a while back inspired by a tumblr post and I was thinking about it last night so into a post it goes

Stretch is gearing up to go home for the holidays, but he’s not looking forward to it. He hates going back home without a partner because it usually invites a lot of teasing, but at the same time, his brother is super over protective and always gets weirdly passive aggressive with any of Stretch's partners.

It's embarrassing, and his brother's behavior has even resulted in the end of a few of his relationships, especially one of the only more serious ones he'd ever been in after Blue actually threatened him.

It wouldn't be the end of the world to just go home w/o someone, he hadn't really been dating that much lately anyway, but as he’s lamenting to his coworker/work bestie Levi after his shift, she suggests he asks her friend Edge to go with him, one of their other coworkers. One that Stretch has never even talked to because the guy always looks about ready to bash someone's skull in if he gets bored.

She's convinced he'd be completely unflappable and might be able to teach Blue a lesson or two about overstepping, but he’s practically a stranger, and Stretch doesn't want their first introduction to be asking him to come meet his family for the holidays.

Mid arguing with Levi, she calls Edge over as he was on his way out, and Stretch tries uselessly to prevent Levi from explaining her plan. Pretend to be this guys boyfriend and go home for the holidays. At the very least it could be funny just to mess with Blue, even if he doesn't learn anything from the experience.

Edge is deeply unimpressed, shooting Levi's plan down and going to leave after handing off something to the shift manager. Stretch is mortified and after a brief back and forth with Levi, he finally heads out, too.

Of course it'd be perfectly timed that they'd both wind up leaving through the same exit at the same time. Stretch somewhat awkwardly tries to apologize for Levi a few moments ago, to which Edge waves it off. He’s known her long enough to be used to her scheming ways.

Aaand they're walking the same way, too, that's cool. Stretch tries to open up a little bit of casual conversation, but Edge is...not exactly open to it but also not just ignoring him. It leads to Edge asking why Stretch even bothers going home if it's such a pain, to which he answers that it's better than spending it alone, probably.

Their paths diverge, and Stretch offers a slightly silly see ya later type goodbye while Edge just offers a silent wave, and Stretch internally berates himself for being so embarrassing.

In the meantime, on the DL, Levi calls in a favor Edge owes her to get him to go home with Stretch, much to his chagrin. At his badgering she explains that they've known each other a while now, and that he hasn't exactly told her, but she can tell Stretch is in a bit of a rough patch right now. Even just some company could do him some good. And at least he won't be stranded with the lunatics he calls a family.

Edge relents, and after work when he has the opportunity, he leaves with Stretch and asks to talk. He expresses Levi's worry which embarrasses Stretch terribly, trying to counter that it's really no big deal, he has no idea why she's making it seem like one?? And Edge shrugs, saying that, regardless, if he needs someone to tag along, he doesn't have any plans for the holidays himself, and hands Stretch a slip with his number on it.

They come to the same split in direction and Edge leaves Stretch with a lot to think about. On one hand, it's super embarrassing to have this super hot coworker guy he barely knows pretend to be his boyfriend for christmas so he doesn't get teased. On the other, it would admittedly be nice to have at least one person...sort of in his corner.

Edge is not thinking about it that hard. Sure, it's weird, but he’s done weirder, and his heat just got shut off (again), so at least he'd have a warm place to sleep for a few days, or however long Stretch plans on staying.

Of course, Stretch puts it off then panics, calling Edge a few days before departure to ask if he’d really be okay joining him, to which Edge confirms easily enough. He asks how they'll be traveling to which Stretch reassures he already has the plane tickets, which kind of sets the tone of Stretch insisting on covering everything since he’s the one dragging Edge along in this.

The day comes and they meet at the airport. Stretch uses the time til boarding to talk about his friends and family they'd be seeing. A close knit group of people he’s known most of his life, grew up in a suburb where everyone kinda knew everyone. On the plane they make up fake details about first dates and other similar relationship-y things, as well as learning a few genuine things about each other.

Edge is...cold. And doesn't like to talk a lot. But it's really more his demeanor than anything. He’s actually very polite and considerate. Rough around the (aha) edges but far from what his first impression might make you expect.

Stretch is...nervous. Self conscious, but funny (unfortunately), and he always seems distracted by something. He’s friendly and people seem at ease around him, which is an admirable trait.

And the rest of the fic would center around meeting Stretch's family and all the road bumps that come with it. With the two becoming genuine friends and...maybe something more? A lot can happen in a week...

[thegeminisage]

for never have i ever: amnesia?

HIII thank you both <333

never have i ever written amnesia, believe it or not, even though i'm a HUGE fan, as in, it's my number one bestie. actually, no, i sort of have to take that back...i've lowkey written amnesia INTO larger stuff, but never an amnesia fic on its own. so there's been: a couple of da kmeme fills with fenris who has amnesia (they're lost to the sands of time now), ben originally had amnesia during his djinn dream in @cambionverse (but it got cut and revised), and i wrote derek as having amnesia about his encounters with jennifer in anchor. but not an Actual Amnesia Fic. every time i try to think about how i'd want to do it i sort of...blank out? there's so many ways to do it i get too excited and want to do all of them at once and then something else comes along and grabs my attention. i can't tell you how many times i tried to toss around a leverage amnesia fic and just couldn't settle anywhere.

so, just off the top of my head, as a thought experiment...i'd want it to be trek because that's what i'm into rn. i actually started to formulate this as a generations fixit (kirk in the nexus can't remember his old life/that he died/something something + spock and bones pull him out) but there's a small, small, SMALL chance i might ACTUALLY write a generations fixit (sans amnesia, sadly) so i don't want to do it here and accidentally make myself less likely to do it fr in the future.

my second choice is kira/odo because i have been thinking about them nonstop for a WEEK, possibly longer. since you can't have amnesia without brainwashing, i would have odo get mindwiped and carted back to the founders or whatever. and since it's my fic and i can do what i want odo remembers like, ds9's weak points and security routines but he doesn't remember any of the people or being friends with them. so he's like helping the bad guys do evil bad guy stuff or whatever and then when the good guys are almost beat they board the defiant and he and kira are fighting until she says something important and just as she's about to go down for good he oh my fucking god i'm just rewriting the winter soldier. god damn it. maybe this is the real reason i've ever done an amnesia fic. embarrassing. winter soldier wasn't the thing that introduced me to a love of brainwashed amnesiac assassins but it is the thing that made me crazy about them. ANYWAY. let me try again.

so odo gets his memories wiped so he'll return to that great collective or whatever. and he learns what it means to Be A Changeling. he can perfect the human face like that other evil changeling that i hate. so he doesn't look like odo anymore when he changes into a humanoid form, but also he doesn't do that because THEY only did that to communicate with him and kira, so he doesn't even NEED a humanoid form. and he's like yay im so happy here i love being a changeling :) except when somebody stumbles onto their asteroid or he needs to open a door or whatever requires a humanoid form...he just winds up becoming kira. and maybe he catches sight of his/kira's face in the reflection on the water or something and is like Whoa...who is That and that other changeling lady is like dw about it come back to the goop so he does but he also keeps insisting he can't have made that form w/o seeing her and he wants to know where. and since he's got such a good sixth sense about solving unsolved mysteries he solves his own mystery of who he is and how he got there. meanwhile the ds9 gang are searching EVERYWHEREEE for him and when they finally go check the asteroid odo goes out to meet them in kiraform and is very surprised to see. kira. and everybody else is like who tf is this why is this changeling pretending to be kira but kira knows Right Away it HAS to be odo and so they recognize each other even when they aren't able to recognize each other, which is basically the same thing that happened when they met. and odo either intimidates that other changeling into giving his memories back or he remembers on his own and they leave together and live happily ever after.

WHEW. you guys thought you were throwing me softballs but i was sweating bullets over that thing. kiraodo winter soldier au would be fun as hell though don't lie

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[haruchyio]

when their s/o pretends to be weak hcs

— characters. sano manjiro, ryuguji ken x fem!reader (separate)

— themes. fluff

# sano manjiro.

although he sports a shorter stature than his fellow gang members, mikey is someone who can and will easily take down an opponent that towers over him like the fucking skyscraper on the center of tokyo.

with that said, mikey is incredibly strong even if he may not look like it, and he likes flaunting his strength when he knows you're looking.

the praises you give him would always strike through his heart, and the indescribable joy would be overpwoered by the need too hear your compliments again.

as a female member in the gang, you were bound to have an ace up your sleeves (aside from mikey literally being your boyfriend). not to brag but you pack quite a punch, and it never ends well when your opponent decides to underestimate you and dub you as nothing more than just a pretty girl with no bite.

as much as you hate acting weak infront of people though, you don't have any problem being vulnerable when you're with your significant other.

like opening the jar of strawberry jam, for example.

mikey could probably smell the bullshit you spout from a mile away when you tell him you can't open the jar. how can he when he literally watched you punch the living daylights off of someone who's twice as large as his bestie draken?

you definitely don't need help opening a measly jar.

but he does it anyway without any complaints, because the goofy smile that stretches on your lips made a wave of happiness wash over him, and he finds himself submitting to your harmless request

he'll act all high and mighty though, so watch out for that

"ehh? you can't open that little thing? don't worry! you're strong and beefy boyfriend will lend you a hand! only if you say please though~"

# ryuguji ken.

draken is a feared man. those who don't know him that well, who are most likely oustide of toman, probably believes he's someone untouchable. the people he managed to gift a one way ticket to the hospital could vouche for that.

toman members, however, will laugh when they hear stories about their vice president scaring off opponents with his looks alone, winning a battle without any problems because the other gangs would run away with their tails inbetween their legs.

draken, the oh-so feared right hand man of toman, was a very big softie.

and it's obvious by the way he so obviously melts under your touch.

oh? he's in a middle of a fight? he couldn't care less about the dispute if you're patting him on the head right at that moment. no, he won't put your hand down just to go back to punching some delinquent wannabe's, and yes, his friends can do easily do that by themselves.

after being with draken and also being exposed to the world of gangs and delinquency, you had learned you a number of things when it comes to fighting. if draken permits it, you can also join the battlefield and even dominate the fight because you've learned from the best (namely draken and baji, because mikey's explanation on fighting techniques just... don't make sense half of the time)

he knows you're stronger that you look. afterall, he had seen you fight firsthand; how you managed to take down a guy that loomed over you like a lamppost. how you mercilessly beat the crap out of a scary dude without his help.

so of course, he doesn't believe you when you kept asking him to open your can of soda.

but don't you worry, he will happily oblige with your request and skillfully open the cold beverage just for you. the confusion written all over his face never leaves though, even as he hands you back the now opened can.

definetly questions you every time you ask him to open your drinks. he may act annoyed and stuff, but nothing like a good pat on the head and a quick kiss on the cheek should fix it!

"you need help? again? fine. this is the last time, got it?" (it wasn't the last time)

© sen (haruchyio). all rights reserved. no work may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means without my permission.

[sarradahouse]

The hashiras playing Stardew Valley

Summary: the hashiras playing stardew valley

English is not my first language

Warning: none

Wholesome and a little crack lol

This girl absolutely loves stardew valley

Her farm is the cutest

Has a lot of mods

Her favorite holiday is the flower dance

She spends most of her time planting and socializing with the villagers, she's friends with all of them

Plays a lot with Obanai, she loves his company <3

If he's too busy she'll play with Kyojuro and Tengen (they're besties and you can't convince me otherwise)

She's too scared to go to the caves because of the monsters so she stays in her farm taking care of her chickens

Her favorite bachelor is Elliot because of his poetic and romantic personality

She knows all the villagers birthday and knows all the right gifts

Her favorite season is spring

Okay hear me out

This guy absolutely sucks at gaming

He's like a confused dad trying to understand technology, it's embarrassing to watch 💀

But even if he doesn't understand the game, he loves playing with Kanroji and Tengen, so he doesn't care

His crops are so unorganized and his animals are starving

What does he do?

He fishes

Yes, he only fishes

He's having fun sooo

Didn't know you could get married in the game and only discovered it because Kanroji told him

His favorite season is summer

Plays with his brother and the kamaboko team, Stardew Valley is very good for kids!

Gifts all the random shit he collected to the villagers and gets really upset when they don't like the gifts (what did you expect you just gave a pile of dirt to the mayor—)

A competitive little shit

Tries to compete with Kyojuro and always wins because the man sucks at gaming

He's convinced he's the best player in the world

Tried to marry all the characters at the same time and got really mad when he found out he couldn't

His farm is the flashiest of course

He named his animals after the other hashiras, they were not very happy about it (except Kyojuro—💀)

Plays all the time with Kanroji and Rengoku

He's too convinced to admit but he sucks at fishing, even Kyojuro is better than him

He named his farm "Flashy Kingdom" or some shit idc

Only his besties want to play with him because he's too annoying and none of the hashiras can stand more than 5 minutes

Very rarely Sanemi and Obanai will join but shhh

Stardew Valley is not his type of game

He only plays it because of Kanroji (simp)

So when she's not around he never even opens the game, but he never uninstall it

His farm looks like shit, he couldn't care less about it

His animals are also starving, but because he doesn't has the patience to wait for Marnie to stop staring at the fucking microwave and get her ass behind the counter so he can buy the fucking food for his cows

Hates most of the villagers, except Penny because she reminds him of Kanroji

Sometimes Tengen manages to convince him and Sanemi to play with him and the others, he only agrees because of Kanroji of course

He prefers horror games tbh

Pretends he hates the game

He doesn't

He prefers playing alone, mostly because it's hard to play with him becaus of his McDonald's wifi

Surprisingly, he actually put the effort into his little farm, even if it's not as pretty as Kanroji's or organized as Shinobu's

Says the game is for little kids but plays it anyway?

The only person he plays with is Obanai (and Tengen + his besties if he's convinced enough)

Him and Obanai make fun of Gyiuu's farm

He prefers horror games

She really likes the game :)

If she has some time, she'll play it with Aoi, Kanao, Kanroji and the butterfly girls

They're having a girl's night 🥺

Her farm is the most perfect one, her crops are organized, her animals are well taken care of, her friendship with the villagers is impeccable

She enjoys exploring the caves and fighting monsters

Her favorite season is spring

She's the only one that plays with Gyiuu, she'll tease him a lot but they're having fun so it's okay

She prefer those facebook games where you need to match colors to free puppies (what a grandma—)

Loves playing with Kanroji but refuses to play with Tengen

The only villager she hates is Pierre

He doesn't really understands the game, but he's having fun anyways

Thinks it's a good way to relax and loves taking care of his virtual farm

Well, he spends most of his time fishing

He forgets he needs to upgrade his tools and house, so his farm looks so messy that Obanai and Sanemi makes fun of him

Doesn't really interacts with the villagers because he thinks he'll bother them

After Haley insulted his shoes he thought he needed to dress nicely for them to like him

His favorite holiday is the Feast of The winter Star

Sometimes he'll play with shinobu and she'll help him organize his crops

[wimbledonsoot]

[the fall] - I'M LIKE A RACOON IN A GARAGE (ep. 4)

the plot begins to thicken as you enter the masquerade held by Mr. Jacobs in disguise and try to discover exactly what you need to know to incriminate him. as you attempt to interrogate him however, you see something that makes solving this near-impossible case even more difficult.

trigger warnings for this chapter: canon typical violence, karlnap making out + hints at Karlnapity as a whole canon thingamabob, alchohol drinking, being drunk, mentions of throwing up, implication of sexual thoughts, innuendo, suggestive comments, wolf-whistling

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You would like to dig yourself a hole and die in it at this point, but instead you've got to pretend to be civil and kind to someone you think is maybe friends with a serial killer.

Which is honestly just not a good situation for you.

Initially, you'd planned to infiltrate Mr. Jacobs' house and then threaten him, but luckily enough, it seemed the man was having a party.

A large one, involving masks.

Which, of course, you were all excellently equipped for, save for your lack of any and all respectable (read: clean) clothing.

Which meant you need to commit some low-level crime (read: breaking and entering, theft, and assault. Just your average everyday shit).

Sneaking in through the window is simple, and the route to the bathrooms is easy enough, because here it is relatively empty. Mr. Jacobs has a large house (and likely a larger stack of money to go with it) and thus you're pretty much invisible. Luckily enough, however, you manage to stumble upon a group of people, and because they're spoiled ass rich ones, they're entirely too easy to knock out.

And then to drag to the bathroom.

You strip them down to their socks and underwear and then observe the clothing colection.

And curse god some more.

Because somehow, you managed to bag the most eclectic, individualistic, batshit crazy dressed people at this entire party, because the amount of furs and shit makes you want to run away and dive into the sea and then just like. drown.

Oh look. Fish scales.

You inhale deeply and bonk your head against the wall, groaning out.

"I'm not fucking wearing fish scales!" You protest.

"I'll wear the scales," Philza says.

Apollon winces, "I'll do the uh... bird costume," he spreads his wings, "these'll fit I think."

Phantom willingly goes for the whole-ass gold suit and stalks into a bathroom, while Dream eyes the lime green suit in distrust before picking it up and discovering the matching shoes, which are (hopefully) fake snakeskin cowboy boots. You can't help but laugh at him, and he sourly points at what they've left you with.

God must hate you.

Because sitting on the ground are two outfits, matching. One has a deadass cape hanging off of it, and the other's a suit with a neckline so daringly wide open that you really can't say you're fully dressed when wearing it.

And oh, lo and behold, they're both red as blood. Kind of fitting, at least in relation to your company.

"I'll do the cape," you say, hurriedly picking it up, "Sorry."

"I'll uh... figure out something with the buttons," The Blood God replies.

You shrug, a smirk on your lips, "Don't. It'll suit you I think." It slips out, you swear it does, but you'd be lying if you said that him blushing underneath his mask doesn't make your smirk grow wider. Seriously? What's wrong with you?

You silently go into the bathroom, but not before you hear Phantom snickering, "Smooth bestie."

Did he just say bestie?

---

Techno is seriously considering his life decisions as well, because the shirt is virtually buttonless and open to such an extent that it's ridiculous.

The buttons are open to as far as his navel (what was up with the guy who was originally wearing this - it's ridiculous?) but even when he does them all up, it still exposes most of his upper pectorals. It mostly lies in the cut, and it's still smaller even when he's shifted back into his human form.

Because there was no way in hell those pants would have been long enough for him.

Now, they fit well enough, albeit a bit loosely, and he'll admit that the outfit does look rather good on him. It's still a tad too revealing, but with the remaining buttons closed, he can live with it.

He still wishes he didn't have to do this in the first place.

Techno isn't super great in social settings. If he's being honest, he never has been, and that's why he's largely avoided undercover missions like this his entire time as a vigilante.

But now, he's got to go into the lion's den.

Fuck.

Plus, the fact that not only you're present, but he just goddamn called you darling and there's that whole cup of tea to deal with? It scares the living daylights out of him, if he's being honest, and it's not without reason that he's pretty determined to avoid you this evening.

He just hopes he can.

Because Phil knows that Techno uh... likes you, and Techno knows that Phil has this strange obsession with matchmaking that did, admittedly, end up with Wilbur dating his high school girlfriend Sally for three years now. So yeah, maybe it works, but Techno has shit to deal with, and he swears that if Phil tries to matchmake he will commit arson.

He can't exactly guess what happens next.

---

When you finally manage to make your way into the cape-adorned outfit and fix up your appearance appropriately, everyone else is already finished.

"That took you a while," says Phantom.

"Fuck you. Now, what's the plan?"

"Straight to the point, as per usual," Dream mutters, before continuing: "We need to infiltrate the the masquerade and find Mr. Jacobs. That means that splitting into groups is really our only option. Me and Phantom will take the top floor, and the rooms up there, Philza and Apollon, you'll take middle floor, and that leaves The Blood God and you, Y/N, to take the bottom floor and with it the ballroom."

Fuck you Dream, is the first thing you think, because why the hell has he decided to play matchmaker? He knows that for the ballroom you'll have to dance, because well, it's a ball, and he was 100% listening in on the conversation.

Prick.

But is there anything you can do? Nope.

Or, at least you think so. The Blood God has other things to say.

"Nope. I'm going with Phantom. You can go with Y/N," he demands, his voice sharp. You glance at him, planning to let him have a piece of your mind, but you stop in your tracks as soon as you see him.

Okay then. You were right about the suit looking good on him.

He's changed to his 'human form', and for a moment you think that the way his jaw curves, sharp and rather attractive, is familiar. But then the thought flits away as you spot the clothes.

Those pants look really good. And that shirt. And the colour matches his pink hair, tied into a ponytail, really well.

Damn.

"Yes?" The very Blood God interrupts your thoughts, and you clamp your mouth shut, blushing, as you quickly look away.

"Nothing."

You spot Dream rolling his eyes and prepare to flash him the finger, but before you can do so, The Blood God sighs and says: "Fine, I'll go with Y/N."

"You don't have to act so unhappy about it," you mutter, crossing your arms. He raises an eyebrow.

"Well with the charming company..."

"Fuck you."

The Blood God smirks, actually smirks as he turns away, stepping towards the door, "I do believe it's time we leave."

Dream grins and Apollon, never one to be outdone, actually wolf-whistles as you reluctantly grip your future dance-partner's hand.

You're about *this* close to saying fuck it and beating them both up, but naturally your inner instincts tell you not to, so you don't (plus, it's not as though you're entirely... reluctant to be dancing with The Blood God).

"Let's do this then, Blood God."

He laughs - actually laughs, "I'm already shaking with anticipation."

How is he so charming?!

---

"You're really sure about this? We're in public... it'd be so easy for us to get-"

Karl clamps a hand over Sapnap's mouth as he speaks, smirking slightly as he glances down, and trails the hand down as soon as he's sure his fiancee will stop.

His fiancee. God.

"Caught? Sapnap, darling, we're engaged now. It's not... it's not bad if we're caught, you know that right?" He doesn't wait for answer, instead hovering his lips over Sapnap's and smiling.

He nods.

---

In between loving kisses, Karl speaks, and it's near impossible for Sapnap's heart not to ache. Karl doesn't remember Quackity. Quackity forced him to forget. Quackity left us.

It's the first time they've been together since it happened. The first time. And Sapnap's heart aches. It aches so badly that he's sure that it'll break. And of course he should be happy; he has to be, he's with his loving fiancee (the one who has no clue about his other true love) and he should be happy.

Instead he's remembering the past and he's crying salty tears into the mess of kisses and scrambling hands.

Fuck.

It was a month ago, when Quackity did fuck-knows-what and suddenly Karl didn't remember him, and then suddenly their perfect relationship was fucked, down the drain.

No more soft touches.

No more cramped film nights on the couch.

No more peaceful, near domestic life.

Karl's finger brushes against the side of his eye, wiping away the tears. Are you okay?

No. He's not. He can't say that though.

"Got something in my eye, Karl," Sapnap pushes him away, "It's nothing bad. Don't... don't worry."

Karl stares at him in worry, but when his gaze flickers up his eyes harden. "Well, Sap. Guess you were right about getting caught."

---

Five minutes earlier, you're honestly having the time of your life.

Whoever this Mr Jacobs guy is, he throws good parties, and you're sure that you've never been served this many flutes of champagne consecutively. The Blood God's already admonished you a few times too many for you to count, but at this point you're just past tipsy and your inhibitions are flowing away like dust on the wind.

Pretty.

Someone's blowing bubbles and you frown as they fly past you, one of them bumping against your nose. You giggle, smiling as the man responsible walks up and smirks. He's dressed strangely; reminiscent of a video game character, but he's not unattractive. And he's got funny powers.

"Hi!" You say, smiling.

He grins, leaning against a counter and acting quite suave, if you're being honest.

"Hi, I'm Connor, and you?"

You blink once or twice, "The Connor? Like ConnorEatsPants? The world famous superhero? The fuck are you doing in L'Manberg?"

"Mr Jacobs is a friend of mine. Why are you here though, especially without a partner? Unless you have one, and they're just off getting you drinks - I'll back off if that's the case."

"I-" wait, speaking of your partner... where is he? And... why is your target dragging someone off to a room somewhere?! "I've got to go. Pleasure meeting you, Connor."

You hurry off, trying to find The Blood God and struggling to keep an eye on your target.

You do end up finding him. Even though it's via you practically crashing into him while he's effectively flirting. Wonderful.

"Fuck!" You shriek as you crash into him, and the woman he's talking to is the one who catches you as he falls (which is embarrassing, because he's pretty, and she's pretty, and you're clumsy as fuck when you're drunk tipsy).

"Thanks," you tap her arm and then focus on the Blood God, "Target's right there, partner. Like literally walking away.

He glances at you, his gaze cold, and you raise an eyebrow, "I thought you were better at this than I was?" He doesn't react, so you sigh loudly, gently remove yourself from the pretty woman's grip and say: "Well, if you're too busy flirting with a woman just as incredibly attractive as yourself - that is in no way shape or form irony - then it seems I must find the culprit myself."

With that you stumble away, seemingly leaving him alone.

You're jealous.

Oof.

Not only are you jealous, you're drunk, which means that focusing exclusively on following your target plus his increasingly willing accompaniment is rather difficult while also focusing on being able to walk properly. It's a curse, being a lightweight. Makes you oh-so-fun at parties.

Eventually, you do develop a sort of rhythm, and as you pick some of the canapés and snacks up along your way, you start to sober up. Which is useful.

Because in your hunt it seems you've entered the bedrooms.

Oof, guess you're getting free porn?

Before you can continue along the hallway in search of your targets, someone grabs your shoulder and tugs you back, spinning you around while gripping your other shoulder so that you're facing you assaulter.

The assaulter going by the name of none other than The Blood God.

---

"Let go of me," you say, but your voice is low and your posture is tense.

Techno grips your shoulders tighter.

Your face is flushed and read, you're barely standing, and the exposed skin of your shoulder he's gripping is clammy and cold. In short: you're drunk.

How. Did. You. Manage. To. Get. Drunk?!

He frowns, thinking of what he can do. You're right about the targets being right around the corner; he saw them entering the bedroom just about a minute ago (he can guess pretty well what they're doing but hey, it's always fun to crash parties). That doesn't mean he can just drag you along though. He doesn't know what mental state you're in, but it doesn't paint a pretty picture if the main member of this interrogative crew is nearly blackout drunk (not that you're at that point yet, but he's reasonably sure you're going to start throwing up soon).

When he tries to ask the voices for help, all they can comment on is how good your bare skin feels under his fingertips (and a whole other train of depraved thoughts that he chooses to ignore out of plain self respect).

Eventually, he decides that he's going to have to take you with him, simply because you'll demand him. After getting you some water, you knock on the door of the room in which your target is an open it.

And find none other than one of your best friends staring right back at you.

[atalho-s]

Light Up The Dark

Part 3 | I am fused just in case I blow out

pairing: bartender!tom x famous!reader

warnings: smut +18 miniors dni, swear words?, drinking, mention of anxiety crisis, let me know if anything else!

words: 4.3 k

a/n: english it’s not my first language, so i’m sorry for any mistake! If you want to be tagged in the next chapters let me know!!

PART 3 if you want to read part 2 click here!

Y/n sat down with her coffee at a cafeteria table. She took a deep breath and opened her notebook, double-clicking the document and revealing the page she'd been trying to write for some time. It couldn't be happening again. It was already the third writer's block in a row and to say she was starting to get angry was an understatement.

It was becoming a constant problem and she didn't know what to do anymore. It was getting embarrassing how many times she had gone to her neighborhood coffee shop. Staying in her apartment alone was making her completely claustrophobic, which was ironic given her apartment was so big and spacious.

But what was making her so upset and with that lack of creativity? That's what she wanted to find out. Maybe it was the story, maybe it would be a sign that that story shouldn't be written.

She took a deep breath and rested her chin on her palm looking at the screen. She didn't want to give up on June, her character, so easy. She really want to finish this, had she already invested too much time in something that in the end would come to nothing? That didn't sound like her.

But if that were the only way, she would have no alternative, she would have to give up and maybe come back one day when her creativity shines again.

She felt her cell phone vibrate in her coat pocket and caught it looking that was Milla. She slid the screen and answered.

- Hi Mil... - she said a little discouraged.

- Hey Lovey! Why the sad voice? - Milla said and Y/n smirked.

- Just discouraged with the new book...

- Nothing yet? - Mila already knew about the extensive Y/n block’s creativity since she kept calling asking for tips on teas or candles that would bring inspiration (since Mil was an expert in these crazy things about spiritism and nature), which obviously didn't help.

- Nothing, actually I'm thinking about giving up this time...

- Hey Hey hey! No giving up, are you crazy? - Milla said and Y/n sighed. - You just need a little push, it will come back eventually.

- I don't know Mil... It seems that the inspiration went away for good.

- Since when did you lose your ideas? I remember that weeks ago you were all excited, you even wrote three wonderful chapters, maybe if you try to do the same thing you did in these weeks the ideas will come back... - Milla said and Y/n started to remember the weeks that passed. What had she done? Well, she had spent more at home as usual, a few days meeting with the director of the series based on her book, chatting a bit with Emma Brown, and the other day doing an interview for a famous magazine, but that was it. She hadn't done anything big...

Y/n thought some more. Emma Brown and her birthday party, after that day she had a flurry of ideas where she wouldn't stop writing, but then what happened to make everything suddenly stop? Well, there was an obvious incident... And by incident she meant: Tom. That waiter had really messed with her the two nights she had been with him. But she hadn't seen him since and she was super okay with it, it wasn't like she was thinking about him, his smell, his smile, the way he knew how to touch her... Ok, that was going too far.

But why since she saw him she started having her lack of ideas again? It wasn't possible. What if he was inspiring her in some way or another? Maybe the way he relaxed her and made her forget about everything made her creative.

- Y/n? Bestie? - Milla asked on the other end of the line. - Are you still there?

- Hi Mil! - Y/n said out of his thoughts. - Sorry, I went out of orbit for a few seconds.

- I noticed... What are you thinking about huh?

- Oh no big deal... Just... I have to prove a theory and if it works out I'll tell you.

- Theory? What theory? - Milla asked curiously.

- I have to go, but I'll call you later ok? - Y/n said and didn't wait for Milla to answer, hanging up the phone and hurriedly packing up her things.

She had to prove she wasn't going crazy. Maybe Tom really was her energy charge in some way, she had to prove if her creativity would come back. And if he was, she really wouldn't know what to do. She couldn't sleep with him every time her lack of ideas came up. But, she was desperate and despair brought drastic attitudes.

So she ran back to her apartment to change her clothes. To think that she had sworn to herself that she wouldn't go after him, was humiliating, but she didn't care at the moment. As soon she got home, she went straight to her closet, wanting to impress him, but at the same time she wanted him to think that she went there to get someone else, it would be less pathetic.

She spotted a white dress, one that she had never worn before, presumably because she didn't like to show too much of her body, but she decided to take a chance with it. She dressed, put on her high-heeled sandals and did her makeup (the basic one she knew how to do) and when it was almost 11pm she was heading towards the Seven Devils bar.

Arriving there, she saw the same security guard who had let her through, a friend of Tom's. She nodded to him and entered. The bar was a little more crowded, maybe because it was friday night. He felt butterflies in her stomach, what if someone recognized her? She doubted they would, but even though she wasn't doing anything wrong she hated being in the media. She took a deep breath and went deeper into the room. It was dark and the dance floor was open, crowded with people dancing and few people sitting at the table. Only the bar light was visible, where she immediately looked for someone with brown hair and a bar uniform, but she didn't saw him, just Sally, the other bartender. Maybe he has a day off?

She headed towards the bar to order a drink, leaning against the counter and looked around, no sign of him. Maybe she had gone there for nothing. Sally approached and Y/n smiled asking for a drink, she didn't want to ask about him because it would be too much and besides Sally didn't recognize her, or pretended not to, so it would be weird.

- Special night? - Y/n asked when she delivered her drink, indicating the number of people and why the dance floor was open.

- Yeah, we do it every friday, the bar ends up turning into a club. - Sally replied taking some glasses and turned to serve other customers.

She picked up her glass and headed out onto the dance floor. It wouldn't hurt for her to have a little fun. Weaving through the crowd, she started shyly dancing for a few long minutes alone, until a guy approached.

-Hey ...-he said smiling and stopped in front of her.

- Hey... - Y/n said suspiciously and looked around drinking her drink.

- I saw you're alone... Can I stay here? he asked and Y/n bit her lip thoughtfully. Well, Tom clearly wasn't there and what if his ideas didn't just depend on him? But of her hooking up with someone? Anyone...

- Of course! - she said smiling at last and he approached dancing with her while the lights flashed. He was handsome, had those piercing eyes that wouldn't stop watching her every move.

Another song started to play and Y/n started dancing more sensually. The boy came even closer placing his hand on her waist and she smiled, satisfied with her effect. Everything was going well until she glanced at the bar and found a pair of brown eyes staring at her.

Tom. So there he was, wearing his uniform, his hair pulled back as usual, he was gorgeous and with a shaker in one hand shaking furiously. He didn't take his eyes off hers which made her shiver.

He just looked away when he had to take care of the next customer, and Y/n looked at the guy in front of her, where she now had a hand on his shoulder. Who was she kidding? She wanted Tom... At least she would try to have him that night, because she was curious to test her theory with him.

- I'll be right back. - she said and the guy opened his arms disappointed as she walked away, taking the rest of her drink and heading towards the bar again.

She leaned against the counter and saw Tom saying goodbye to a customer looking at her from the corner of his eye. She approached her and grinned when he stopped in front of her.

- This is getting embarrassing darling... - he said wiping the counter with a towel.

- What are you talking about?- she asked raising an eyebrow.

- You coming here just to see me? Tsc tsc... pathetic - he said with a smirk and Y/n felt her stomach turn with anxiety as he looked up at her.

- And who said I came here for you? - She said trying to hide it.

- I don't know, maybe because you could have gone to any bar better than this one in the entire city, but you chose this one, strange isn't it? - He asked taking her glass and preparing another drink.

- Funny, I only came here because I liked the place last time... Besides I was even flirting with another guy seconds ago, so your theory doesn't make sense. - Y/n said ironically and did not take her eyes off his trying to be firm on her tone.

- Yeah, I know... But it's funny that you didn't take your eyes off me while dancing with him... - he said putting her glass, now full, back on the counter.

- I was just surprised to have seen you, since I had even forgotten that you worked here. - She said drinking a sip from her glass and he laughed ironically.

-Of course love ... Of course ...-he said tilting his head to the side and approached his face to hers leaning on the counter. Y/n stared at him a little lost in his scent coming in waves to her nose and she could now see his freckles up close, as well as the arrogant smile that never left his face.

- I bet you came here for another round, right? he said quietly, his breath hitting her face and she almost closed her eyes. -Getting dressed like that, dancing sensually while watching me...-he said biting his lip looking her face up and down and stopping at her lips. Y/n swallowed, ok he had an almost paranormal effect on her.

- I-I... - she stuttered and he smiled even more seeing her disconcerted. - I don't know what you're talking about. - Y/n said finally and walked away a little, wanting to get out of that situation. She wanted him, but she didn't want to give out so easily.

- Of course you don't know sweetheart, but I can remind you later. - He said, winking and then walking away, heading towards another customer who had arrived.

Y/n let out the air she didn't even know she was holding, tooking a big swig of her drink and set the glass on the counter heading back to the floor. Tom was very arrogant, but denying that she didn't like it was a lie.

She arrived on the floor and went back to dancing closer. The guy from before now was talking to another girl which made her a little sad, she wanted to have fun with Tom's face some more. She stayed there for a few minutes, until three people approached her, surrounding her.

- Hey... Aren't you the Y/n? - a girl said and Y/n wanted to hide for a moment.

- Erm... I am. - She said smiling.

- I saw you in an interview last week! I love your books! Take a picture with me? she asked taking her cell phone out of her pocket.

- Of course! - Y/n said and posed with the three people while they took pictures.

- Hey! You are Y/n aren't you? I saw you in Emma's birthday pictures! -a guy said right behind approaching too and some people around her start to look at her.

- It is true! I recognized her from somewhere! - another girl said also approaching and Y/n started to get a little scared. She didn't see the harm in taking pictures with some fans, but being buried by them was a nightmare.

- Take a picture with me? - another also said.

- Your books are terrible! - another one shouted laughing.

- I bet the next one will be even worse! 

- Who is this? Never heard of it!

- I bet it must be some actress wanting attention.

And when she saw she was surrounded by a crowd almost being suffocated, but more people kept surrounding her and filling her with questions about her book, or cursing her in some way, which started to make her sick and claustrophobic .

-Please, guys...-she started to speak, but her voice broke and was lost with the loud music and with the people talking loudly around her. For a moment she thought she was going to pass out. Until she felt someone putting a hand on her waist and guiding her out of the crowd hurriedly walking beside her.

The crowd started to follow them and Y/n just stared at her feet, still feeling her heart beat fast. The next thing she saw was this person pulling her to the side of the bar through a door and then closing it.

He looked around when the light was turned on and saw some boxes on the floor and shelves. She was in a warehouse and Tom was standing in front of her.

- You are okay?- he asked looking at her worriedly.

- I...- She closed her eyes for a few seconds and opened them again. - I'm fine, it was just a scare, thank you for saving me...

- It's ok darling... - he said approaching to check if she was really ok and Y/n felt dizzy, staggering a little and he held her by the waist preventing her from falling. - Whoa, I don't think you're okay, love.

- It's ok, it was just an anxiety attack with drinking... - she said putting her hand on her temples, feeling her vision rotate a little. - I just... I really want to leave.

- Okay, how about we walk slowly and I take you home? -He said still holding tight to her waist and she looked at him.

-O-ok...- she said nodding and they started walking slowly.

After passing through the warehouse, Tom opened another door that opened into the backyard of the bar, where he could see his car. He helped her in and sat down next to her.

- Tom? - Y/n asked when he started the car and starting to move.

- Huh? -he said turning his face towards her.

- Can you... Can you take me somewhere else? I don't want to go home... - she said feeling a little pathetic. But she didn't want to face her gigantic apartment right now, wanted to be with someone somewhere else who didn't remember what she'd just been through.

- Sure darling... - he said stopping at the red light. - Where you want to go?

- Could be your house? I mean, I don't want to take advantage or anything, I just... I need to calm down somewhere else... - She started to say hesitant.

- Hey, fine, no problem. -He said putting his hand in hers, that was on her lap, comforting her and she shook her head, seeing him to remove, putting back on the steering wheel. She wanted him to keep his hand there, but obviously she stay quiet, leaning her head against the window, trying to calm down.

After a few minutes they reached his building, where Tom parked and helped her to go out of the car. Y/n followed him to the front door and they took the elevator. She was still silent the whole time and he didn't want to say anything either, just glanced at her time to time, maybe checking her if she was okay and looking away afterwards.

They arrived at Tom's apartment and Y/n looked around. It was small but cozy. There was a living room with a small kitchen and a hallway leading to another door that appeared to be his bedroom.

- How about you stay in my room and I give you some clothes to make you more comfortable? -He said putting his hand on her back guiding her while she nodded.

They entered the room and Y/n sat on the edge of the bed. As Tom opened his closet, taking off his shoes and choosing a comfortable T-shirt and pants for her to wear. He approached her again putting the clothes beside her.

- Well, you can make yourself comfortable ok? I'll let you... - he start to said.

- Tom. - Y/n interrupted him. - Please stay here. - She said feeling her heart start beating fast and her breathing quicken. She thought back to the horrible comments and the crowd that had surrounded her. Maybe now pictures of her were all over the internet and it made her anxious again. She closed her eyes feeling tears wanting to flow. She opened them again and the tears finally spilled out, rolling down her cheeks.

- Hey, hey darling. It’s alright, I'm here. -he said getting down in front of her, putting a hand on her cheek wiping away some tears.

- Sorry, I just... That's ridiculous, sorry...

- Shh... - he said calming her and looking at her. - It's not ridiculous ok? You don't need to apologize for anything. -He said caressing her cheek.

- It's just... I keep thinking about those horrible comments and how my picture must be all over the place. - Y/n said wiping some tears that insisted on falling.

- Darling... You don't need to think about it, okay? Those people who said that are terrible, I don't want you to think about anything now how about that? - he said and Y/N looked at him.

- I wish I could turn off those thoughts. -she said sniffling a little, averting her eyes and Tom stroked her leg slowly comforting her. For a moment she felt her body shiver, but it was because Tom was touching her and not because of her crisis. He stopped pulling his hand away and Y/n looked at him. - Tom... Can you continue?

- What do you mean? - he asked confused looking into her eyes.

- Touching me... I mean, you were doing a good job distracting me. - She said smiling slightly and he smiled back.

- Sure…- he said getting down on his knees and taking her calf slowly and kissing her lightly, not taking his eyes off hers at any time. Y/n wanted to close her eyes, but at the same time wanted to look at him, so she decided to keep them open.

Tom took off his sandals slowly, and was kissing from her calf to her thigh, stroking lightly with his hand that held her, and she felt shivers down her spine. . He reached her inner thigh and took a small bite causing her to sigh and bite her lip in response. He lifted his head to look at her and smiled. Y/n not resisting, bent down kissing him with desire. He placed one of his hand on her face kissing her back while his other hand still rested on her thigh squeezing.

She kept kissing him until she felt she needed of air and they parted, out of breath. Tom touched his nose to hers lightly and Y/n closed his eyes feeling him.

- Tom... I want to feel you... - she said approaching her mouth again. - Make love with me? - she asked quietly and she could feel him smile against her mouth.

-Whatever you want sweetheart... - he said and stood up suddenly with hush, bringing her along  by her legs, making her gasp in surprise, putting her down on the bed and lying on top of her afterwards.

He went back to kiss her, exploring her mouth eagerly and she placed her hand on the back of her neck, pulling his hair. He paced his hands over her body and she hurriedly took his shirt off, running hers over his defined bare chest.

- I didn't tell you this before, but you look wonderful in that dress, teased me all night, but I confess I'd rather see you without... - He bit down lightly below her ear making her moan low, he raised the hem of her dress, stepping away and helping her get it off and throwing it aside.

Now he was kissing her collarbone, lowering the kisses to her breasts making her arch her back a little wanting to get even closer to his mouth. When she reliase he had removed her bra and smirked looking at her.

- I have to be honest...I missed that image. - he said and Y/n almost hid by the way he looked at her, it was like she was a sculpture, it was a look of admiration and desire. A look that made her forget the world.

He kissed her breasts and positioned himself between her legs, meanwhile taking off his pants, along with his boxers, while still paying attention to each of her nipples, sucking them making her moan low. He returned his kisses to her lips again kissing her more slowly this time, moving his hand to her panties and running his fingers slowly through the fabric, setting aside and feeling how pathetically wet she was for him. Y/n moaned against his lips again and he groaned pulling back a little.

-I love how you're always ready for me darling...-he said making his lips touch hers lightly and she could only moan in response as he made slow circles on her clit.

- Tom... - she said weakly and he smiled seeing how she was vulnerable for him. - Please, I need you inside me, now... - Y/n managed to said between moans, arching her waist against his hand.

- So demanding and desperate love ... - he said taking his hand of her making her protest with the lack of contact. - But I have to confess that you get even hotter that way. - He said stretching to get a condom in the drawer on the side of the bed and opened the package adjusting on his member right after. Y/n ran her hands on his arms, meanwhile, just admiring his body and how lucky she was. He looked back at her and smiled seeing that she was admired him with concentration. - Still with me darling?

She looked him in the eye again and nodded, kissing his neck then making him bite his lip. Tom took his cock closing his eyes and penetrated her slowly, so that she got used to his size. When he was fully inside her he turned to look at her closely and stroked her cheek lightly as if asking permission to move, which she readily agreed.

He started to move slowly, making her feel every piece of him by wich thrust he was doing, until he picked up a fast pace that made her moan with pleasure gripping his shoulders tightly and even scratchin him a little. He made her feel like she was flying and he penetrated her so deliciously it felt like a dream.

Tom took one of her legs and wrapped it around his waist, making him penetrate her even deeper, which made her almost combust. He was silent the entire time, as well as her, what could be heard were just the moans of the two that echoed through the room.

After what seemed like an eternity. Tom slowed his pace a little. Putting one of his hands on the side of Y/n's head, squeezing the sheet and the other on her leg, squeezing it willingly.

- Fuck Darling... I’m gonna come... - he said breathlessly lost in his pleasure.

- Tom... - Y/n could only said and he took his hand from her leg going to her clit again stimulating it with his fingers and increasing his pace again, until the two reached the orgasm together between moans and low breathless curses.

Tom placed a few kisses on Y/n's neck returning to his senses and Y/n closed her eyes just feeling his touch. He then got off her and lay beside her looking at the ceiling. Catching his breath. After cleaning themselves in silence, the two returned to bed lying side by side.

- You ok? he asked finally breaking the silence looking at her.

-More than ok...- Y/n said lying on his side towards him. -I'm just tired...-she said lazily starting to close her eyes and the last thing she felt before falling asleep was Tom kissing her forehead.

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[malewifeklaviergavin]

Ema and Klavier (but like platonically) For the holiday music writing prompt 💕💕 (Bestie i love ur writing)

(Holiday music)

"Fraulein Detective, I never took you for festive!" The fop's voice nearly startled Ema into dropping her Snackoos that she'd smuggled into the Wright Anything Agency Christmas party. Not that she needed to do much smuggling aside from walking in with them in her purse. But still, if she was discreet then she didn't need to worry about Trucy and her big puppy eyes asking for just one, please Ema?

Ugh. It was never just one. This is why she was hiding alone in the kitchen so she could snack in peace. Or rather, she had been alone in the kitchen.

"Are you saying that because you're surprised I'm at the party? If anything, I'm surprised you're here." Ema snarked. Klavier, for his part, simply beamed. She had no clue why he was always so nice to her. He'd bring her coffee when they met at crime scenes and would have the paperwork she needed waiting and ready for her before she even needed it. And OKAY, maybe she didn't hate the guy as much as she pretended to. Maybe they were actually good friends. Maybe they even had a monthly movie night.

No one else needed to know that, okay?

"Nein, it's more my surprise at seeing you bop along with the holiday music." Klavier explained, taking a sip of his drink. "Fraulein Detective is always so grouchy, I'm surprised Jingle Bell Rock doesn't make you want to draw your gun and shoot someone."

"Keep talking and we'll see about that." Ema muttered. "Why am I not surprised you like holiday music? Actually, why was there never a Gavinners Christmas album?"

Klavier chuckled and rested an elbow on Ema's shoulder, manfully ignoring the bitchy look she pulled. "Not very rock and roll. I tried, though. I really wanted to sing Santa Baby." He replied gleefully with sparkling eyes.

The song switched and softly the opening chords to White Christmas began play. Outside the kitchen, the rest of their friends and family chattered while Klavier and Ema stood there smiling and scowling respectively. "...Ema, may I have this dance? I know it's your favorite Christmas song." Klavier asked suddenly, holding out a hand. "I won't tell if you won't. Besides, what's Christmas without a little miracle?"

Ema eyed Klavier curiously. This wasn't a trap or a joke, there was no one here to perform for. Just the two of them. Klavier just... Genuinely wanted to dance with a friend? And he somehow remembered her mentioning at some point that this was her favourite Christmas song. Swallowing her snack and her pride, Ema finally quit wavering and took Klavier's hand. Carefully, he pulled her closer and the two became to make a slow circle around the room to the crooning melody.

"What brought this on, fop?" Ema asked and a few silent seconds spent getting into the rhythm.

Klavier hesitated. "...You mentioned once that you and your sister used to dance at holiday parties together when you were little. When I was little, Kristoph used to let me stand on his toes and he'd show me how to waltz to German Christmas carols. I guess, I thought it would be nice for both of us to find a new person to dance with." He explained hesitantly, clearly waiting for Ema to bite his head off.

"... That's almost... Nice of you, Klavier. Don't ever tell anyone I said that." Ema relied after a beat. Maybe that's why she had really been hiding in the kitchen. Too many memories of past parties with Lana at her side, the two of them dancing and laughing. It wasn't the same, but... This? Ema fought back a laugh as she let Klavier pull her into a gentle dip, the two of them smiling as the song drew to a close. This was nice too. Maybe a brother was just as good as a sister. And for the first time since Lana went to jail, Ema spent a Christmas party dancing and smiling.

[dalasteller]

shadow and bone spoilers! malina/mal fans this is not for you but it’s not pro-darklina either. i’m an alina x alina supremacist

so, somehow, the show made me like book!malina more than show!malina after weeks of thinking the opposite would be true. i don’t even like book!mal/malina, but my neutrality towards them is nothing compared to how much i detested show!malina.

I WANTED THE TV SHOW TO MAKE ME LOVE THEM. the trailers made me think i would!!! i'd heard screeners and reviewers talk about this epic love story that transcends everything—these two people who would do anything for each other—and i don't disagree, they definitely would. i just wish they would shut the fuck up about it.

sorry.

looking back, i'd rather the show gave us mal with flaws, who wasn't perfect to alina, who would die for her, but still said the wrong thing and flirted with other girls and was afraid of her power at first. archie did a great job. he just couldn't make me love mal, and neither could the writers opting to make him main character no. 2 and alina’s prince in shining armour who supports her endlessly and has never done anything wrong in his life ever. writers, please, why did you think that was a good idea? when i said i wanted a more likeable mal, i meant i wanted his flaws accompanied by positive traits, by compelling backstory, by personality outside of being alina's hot best friend who never noticed her. i didn't mean i wanted a guy who could be wrapped in a gift box and sold as a robo-boyfriend designed for romance.

no, i mean, they really did write him that way.

what i definitely didn't mean i wanted was over an hour of the show dedicated to watching mal’s perspective of hunting the stag and making besties with his military bros and writing letters to alina and getting shot at a bunch of times instead of letting the book characters who were already beloved by fans get the screentime they deserved. what i wouldn't do to have gotten more genyalina and well-written zoya instead of mal dissecting deer shit...

you would think with how much talk about malina basically being soulmates, childhood flashbacks, fighting and nearly dying for each other at least four times (and did i mention more narration about being soulmates?) that i would take the bait and just let malina set sail. but this show held me at gunpoint for eight hours straight and told me that these two are going to have the same cultural influence as new romeo and juliet and that if i disagree i am going to be killed on the spot. because of this, i have now died.

don't tell me what to do, narrative, because i'm not going to do it!

i am also annoyed that they took the time to redesign mal in perfect childhood-friends-to-lovers dreamboat fashion but refused to retcon zoya's stupid misogyny-fueled bitchy YA girl arc and instead made it even worse by having her be racist to alina? what was the thought process there? they seriously fucked her over. i tried to pretend it didn't happen moving forward but why do they want to use racism as a tool for developing a "bully" character anyway, especially a woc? am i meant to forget about it? they lost me there. i feel like the female characters, with the exception of inej, generally weren't given the same care the male characters were. there was a lot of sidelining in favour of mal's redemptive rewrite and the darkling's 15 minutes of half-assed backstory and crying in every scene for some reason. “make me your villain” .... okay, simpboy, i’ll try my best.

i've already talked about why i hated mal's role (i clarify his role, not his character, because there was literally nothing wrong with him and that’s why i hated him so much) but i'm going to address it from the perspective of my love for alina and why i think this decision was so disrespectful to her. alina in the books was already in need of more characterization, time for herself and her internal development as opposed to her relationship with the three male love interests she acquires through the series. somehow this show took a main character already underused in her own story (though at least the books are told from her pov) and neglected her even further. alina is tied almost entirely to her male counterparts, mal especially, but i'd say the darkling is used as a narrative rebound. i think they both have chemistry and can serve a purpose in the story but the emphasis on codependency is impossible to ignore.

in the first four episodes, every scene that could have been alina struggling to settle into a new life and dealing with the emotional weight of her pressure as a saint was instead about mal. she writes him letters, and cries over him, and slips him into conversations that have nothing to do with him, and gets sad after slipping him into conversations that have nothing to do with him, and can't use her power because she's thinking of him, and then only decides to fully accept her power because of his absence.

alina's feelings are lended to nothing but her missing mal. he isn't just her best friend and love, he's this colossal piece of her identity that she doesn't get to exist without, even when he's gone. the show's exhaustive attempt to make mal loveable and make malina an epic love story turns our female protagonist into a sulking, miserable shell of a character everytime he's mentioned, which, by the way, is like, every two minutes. and apparently it's necessary to draw parallels to the same three flashbacks in all of them. i knoowwwwwwww, they held hands and now they can't anymore, i knowwww. they ran through a meadow, i knowwwwwwwwwwwwww.

watching her scenes almost drove me to printing out a bechdel test and ticking off as many boxes as possible.

i hated it. it made me sad.

i wanted more alina. i want her power to be her own. i wanted that tension between her and mal in the books because his flaws gave her a chance to stand up for herself and say that she liked being powerful. that summoning is a part of her and she would never give it up. that there was a tinge of corruption, of greed, of wanting to be the sun summoner, and it was intriguing! mal's issue of not accepting alina's power allowed her to express how much it meant to her. i wanted the alina who said "the night was velvety black and strewn with jewels. the hunger struck me suddenly. i want them, i thought." i wanted a hint of the sun summoner who decided when it got dark and relished in it (yes i know this can be expanded upon in s2). alina has a cocky side, her insecurities are explored and she finds strength in her new gift and eventually has to find strength outside of it, but in the show the catalyst to her powers is mal. always. is it romantic? sure. but it's hard to enjoy the romance when all we see of alina is her romantic connection to mal. can't she be more than that?

[notfeelingthyaster]

Imagine (Son of Hades! Percy; Godswapped! Big Three's kids) Mark of Athena Pt. 2 AU (4/7) or (9/12)

So yeah it got... big. I wasn't expecting it - but sure! Here it comes part 2 of 3 of 5! Check the masterpost before reading - it's essential for the understanding. And read the warnings before proceeding. Enjoy and leave reviews and suggestions :))

Hazel, Leo, Frank, and Perseus go back to the Argo II, to find Piper trying to wrangle the Cornucopia into not just dropping mountains of food.

Perseus tries to help - and between him and Jason, who is the son of a fertility god after all - they manage to get a picnic - which, great because it's already evening and they're all hungry teenagers.

That's when they discover that's Jason's birthday - the 23 of July, coincidentally, Neptunalia - and begin to swarm him. It's shocking that he never had a birthday party - or birthday cake. The Romans don't care about it - their prowess in the training fields is what marks them as children or men.

Perseus - who was kidnapped in mid-November, months after his birthday - is internally shocked - but can do nothing about it.

He doesn't think he could give anything useful to Jason in such short notice - so Perseus promises to, after this all ends, take him to see something new - perhaps Cairo? He is sure Carter would be happy to see him.

Ah, yes. The Kanes - one of his only adventures in between those two big prophecies. He went - with Nico of all people - to help the Egyptian sorcerers - and almost ended up possessed by Sadie's god boyfriend's mother. Overall, a bizarre experience.

And he never wants to share a body with Neftis again. It's weird, it's bizarre, he doesn't like it, he gets body disphoria - no.

Even though the Egyptian Underworld is really cool - there are a lot of snakes down there. And a lot of space - which is weird, because Hades also takes a lot of space. Are these hells in different dimensions?

That's not even counting the time he and Thalia mind-wiped a Titan - with Lethe's water of all things. He left Bob/Iapetus under Persephone's care - and then promptly disappeared. Not literally - Perseus just had no time for the titan, and it's something he regrets deeply.

Maybe after this all ends, he can go visit Bob and the Kanes. Maybe it's time the pantheons are no longer apart.

Perseus knows that all pantheons eventually cross - Isis is as Greek as she is Egyptian - but they don't talk about it. They pretend their Isis and the greek one are different - while the goddess has so many aspects she might as well be a thousand different deities.

Is there a Hindi pantheon? A Polynesian one? Is Amaterasu real? The Orixás? Quetzalcóatl? The Nordics? Are the Celtics aspects of the Norse? What about the Welsh? How many Underworlds exist? If any worshiped god appears - does God with a capital G exists? Perseus is going to find out. But now he has more pressing issues right now.

Leo doesn't want to discuss Nemesis, but, after singing happy birthday to a very embarrassed Jason (who is probably pondering the implications of Perseus' offer - Leo is pretty sure the guy isn't asking his bestie in a date, but who is he to shatter his buddy's delusions?), Perseus corners him.

He doesn't know what to do about the price - he isn't sure of much. Perseus promises that nothing will harm him under his watch. It's weird - Nobody ever cared about Leo before. Perseus hugs him - the first time he starts a hug himself - and Leo feels like, maybe, that's what having a family feels like.

He wonders if Charles Beckendorf was for Perseus what Perseus is trying to be for him - he wonders if Percy is doing this out of guilt. Leo can't complain - the arms feel warm around him.

Percy and he return to the party, to see Piper in a panic. She asked Katoptris for a way to Nico - under Hazel's prompting - and it showed her a vision of Nova Roma organizing the army to invade Camp Half-Blood - Reyna is stalling them, but not for long. She prays for Perseus to come back - she can't do this with no allies.

The reason for it is apparently the abduction and coercion of two of their praetors, their General and a Centurion - enough to start a war. Perseus could shadow travel back - but it would take at least a week to come and go - and they do not have a week. Any Iris Messaging would be useless - they would think he controlled by Piper.

So they go to sleep, hands tied. Doesn't Octavian see they have bigger fish to fry? Lady Terra, Gaea, is out there - planning to destroy everything. He might as well be on league with her.

Perseus sleeps and has another one of his prophetic dreams. It's a giant - one he doesn't recognize - explaining to Ephialtes why do they need Perseus.

Apparently, to wake up Gaea, they need a mortal son of the Earth and a mortal daughter of the Sea. Daughters of the sea are easy to find - all children of Aphrodite are technically from the sea - but children of the Earth can only be children of Hades or Pluto.

And she tried other options - they tried to sacrifice a son of Demeter and a daughter of Venus Victrix - but it wasn't enough. The power in their blood was too diluted, their connection to life only enough to give Gaea this bare level of awareness that she uses to torture them. To wake up completely, she would need Perseus' blood - Perseus' and Piper's - the strongest daughter of Aphrodite alive.

Gaea voice taunts him from somewhere, telling him to not worry - she took the girl who loves him forever, that Annabeth and Malcolm will no longer be a problem.

The vision changes and shows a spiral staircase near the forum, and Perseus can hear their voices screaming - but he knows there's the place they need to go if they want to find Nico. He is not scared - he went through worse. Perseus has no time to dwell in Gaea's taunts - it's probably just her messing with his mind again.

He wakes up and tells his dreams to Jason. They decide they should go - and take Piper and Hazel - the more involved with this side quest of theirs - with them.

Jason goes first - he breathes underwater, and looking at the giant well, Perseus is almost regretting coming. When he comes back, he tells them he had found something, which turns out to be a Nymphaeum.

The nymph Hagno - who Perseus mentally calls old Hag - and others - the nine nymphs that watched over Zeus with Gaea when he was born - appear and flood the chamber with evil water - they say it's payment - the gods' own them. Perseus can see where Zeus' entitlement comes from.

He starts to panic - he shouldn't have come. He hates water - he is going to drown here, under this muddy water that looks way to much like the muskeg for his liking. Hazel is trying to calm him - with no success because she starts panicking too - she is a child of the sky, after all.

The nymphs begin to drain the three of their power, stealing Jason's control over water, Perseus' control over the earth, Hazel's control over electricity, and Piper's beauty in order to be young again.

Perseus is so tired that he keeps paying for the gods' debts, that he keeps giving and repairing their mistakes - that these people keep throwing their grudges unto them. He just wants to let go - die, finally, but they will just throw their problems to new innocent people.

Because Perseus is innocent. They all are - they are children! This can't keep happening, the gods can't keep throwing their shit onto them! And there's no stopping it - he thought last time he solved everything, but alas, he can't solve every little squabble the gods start.

He helped the demigods and minor gods. And then there are nymphs, dryads, satyrs, fauns, centaurs, spirits, personifications, titans, children of titans, primordials, rivers, monsters. An array of immortal beings who would keep on asking, keep on holding eternal grudges that demigods would pay for.

There is no number of wishes that could ever solve this. They would have to reform the whole Olympus - to be the ones making the decisions. To be the ones to stop sending twelve-year-olds in harrowing death missions.

Maybe, this time, Perseus should become a god. Maybe if he is the one judging, he might be able to help. He might be able to stop the gods from doing stupid decisions that only prejudice their kids.

But what if he can't? What if he becomes one of them? Is he prepared to lose everyone he cares about? He was always a loner - but is he able to leave everyone behind? His friends? His mother?

While Perseus wallows in his own panic and misery, Piper comes up with the idea to funnel all their positive thoughts into the Cornucopia, which releases the positive emotions as clean water. It's lucky they have Hazel and Jason - because Perseus is in a very dark place right now.

As the three release almost all their power into the Cornucopia, the nymphs become young again and spare them, as the power they gave them as a gift, and they restore the four back to full strength, as well as telling them the location of Otis and Ephialtes.

Perseus doesn't take this as an apology. He doesn't think it's enough - the nymphs tortured them for their own sake and act as if it's a favor that they restored them - and he has a grudge.

They took from them - and didn't give anything back. A little bit of information and the powers that are already theirs? The hags steal their powers and give them back - and think this is mercy?

Perseus is going to show them what mercy is like. As soon as they are out of the Nymphaeum, the earth trembles - he makes the whole thing collapse into an opening in the earth. He is sending all of them directly to Hades - they took from him and had the gall to tell him to be grateful.

The others in his group look at him worriedly, like he is going to kill them next. Perseus is okay with that - it's not the first time someone hates him because of what he can do. He tells himself it doesn't hurt.

It's a lie.

They go back to the ship. The sun is rising - Hazel gives the others the bare bones of the story, leaving out the part where Perseus freaked out and killed ten nymphs out of rage.

No one asks why they are so tense - why Perseus stormed to the training arena and didn't left since, why Jason doesn't make eye contact with anyone else, why Piper went to her room in silence.

Jason goes to talk with Perseus later - Percy doesn't want to talk. They spar twice before the son of Hades' relents and cries - he didn't want to kill anyone, he just wanted someone to pay.

Jason tells him no one hates him. That those nymphs were monsters - empty platitudes. Perseus says how much he hates drowning - Jason shares how much darkness scares him sometimes.

Piper comes in halfway and lays down on the floor with them, and shares how it's still hard for her to feel like herself - to look at her body and see a girl. How she hopes one day to have the right parts, to be able to wear what she likes and don't feel like a boy.

Leo is the next to wander in - "Are we sharing traumatic life stories?" - and tells them how much he still feels dumb, inferior to those around him - the way his fire always damned him. Frank comes next - him and the peril of ever dying, the crippling anxiety of a piece of wood.

Will is the last to join in. Will tells them about being the responsible one - how it was hard when Lee lost his arm, when Michael died and he was only thirteen.

He tells them how Lee got depression after Michael died and the one-armed boy couldn't help, couldn't save his brother. Will tells them about how he fears for his twelve siblings - how he is the youngest acting counselor because his only older brother doesn't leave his bed anymore.

They just lay there on the floor, together. Until Hazel appears - she had a vision. Nico has no more time. They thought they had some hours more to mindstorm - but alas, it's time.

Not everyone can go - it's a rescue mission, a stealth one at that. And Leo needs time to steer the ship towards the giants. So Perseus, Jason, and Hazel go after her little brother - and Frank, Leo, Piper, and Will will meet them there.

The trio finds the cage - suspended meters over the air. Hazel uses her powers over energy to bring it down - the metal is so overcharged that is simple for her, while Jason battle the two giant eagles with a mini hurricane.

Hazel frees her brother - who is barely breathing - and it seems too easy. The giants appear - and while they cannot kill Perseus, their onslaught against the other two is immediate.

Perseus fights against Ephialtes while Jason battles Otis. Hazel stands guard over her frère's prone body - no one is taking any more family from her.

It's a sight to go down in the myths - Jason is fighting with his sword - Undisonos - against Otis. His chest keeps emitting a sound - the siren song - which keeps distracting the giant, while they strike against one another.

Perseus is not doing worse - stone spikes appear every time Ephialtes tries to stab him - shadows curl around the giant's throat, strangling it.

Ephialtes taunts Perseus - says Annabeth and Malcolm are already lost, already gone. That this is his legacy - causing the death of his friends. It only serves to push him further.

In the midst of the battle, a hydra appears - and Perseus has no qualms in spearing each of its heads with a stone spike, before burning them with hellish fire, draining his powers to kill Ephialtes before the giant destroys him.

Hazel gets caught in the earth trembling - and passes out by Nico, who has no forces to defend her. It's Jason who ends up defending both of them, after a well-localized jab into Otis sternum.

It's not enough - they start to reform immediately, seeing the lack of a god's help. Perseus - who is sustaining himself into the wall and can feel at least four broken ribs and a twisted ankle - rages. He doesn't stop when Dionysus appears.

Dionysus is not Bacchus - he isn't a mindless drunk. But he is a selfish bastard - and says he will only help if they entertain him enough.

Perseus wants to scream, didn't they entertain the gods enough?! Didn't he die enough for them, for their cushioned, easy lives?! Didn't he do enough?! He lost all his teenage years - his whole life - to keep their asses safe, from Hyperion, Kronos, mythical monsters, his own friends.

Jason and Perseus agree to fight together this time and charge the two - both of them at the same time, both equally about to drop down - but rage fuel both of them.

Perseus is drawing strength from the earth below - the same earth that reforms the giants again and again - while Jason pulls force from the river behind them.

Jason blasts the giants with a wave that can only be compared to a small tsunami causing the fake mountain the two were holding to fall on Ephialtes.

Otis charges the two and Perseus trembles the earth, throwing him into the lake, and the two slash at him - Perseus with his ax, Jason with his sword. Jason then uses the water to keep the dust from reforming.

It's like fighting with an extension of themselves - where Perseus fails to block, Jason appears - when Jason misses a step, Perseus is there to cover him. The earth starts to shake - stronger this time - and they know they are doing this together.

Ephialtes then escapes from the fake mountain and charges the two, but they are keeping up. It's difficult, however - Perseus is drained to the point of exhaustion, and Jason is only going because of the water behind him.

A misstep and Ephialtes almost takes Jason's head off. Perseus is only safe because Gaea needs him - for her sacrifice, for her everything.

But the Argo II appears overhead and blasts the giant with Greek Fire from the cannons. Leo is whooping from the balustrade with sunglasses perched at his nose - Perseus can faintly hear "Fireworks" from Katy Perry blasting from inside the ship, and wonders if he has already lost any of his remaining sanity.

Dionysus considers that the show was entertaining enough, and finishes both giants with his Thyrsus, claiming the victory to himself. Perseus resists the urge to punch him - he is getting way better at this.

Before he leaves, he confirms Ephialtes words - Annabeth and Malcolm will be lost to the weaver - and tells them where to find them.

Back on board, Nico - under the care of Will, who can barely touch the over-energized guy - tells them he was captured by the twin giants as he looked for the Doors of Death.

He tells them he never found the other side - for he could not go into Tartarus - but the earthly side - close to where he was captured - was in the House of Hades - heavily protected by monsters.

Perseus thinks that only he will be able to go into Tartarus - they have to close the Doors both ways, after all. But there's no returning - and no way for him to survive down there.

Will this be his legacy? Dying in an Underworld wasteland, alone? Nico looks at him and must catch what he is thinking, because when everybody leaves the infirmary, Nico holds his wrist.

"Don't do it, Percy-..." He coughs "Please don't do anything stupid. I can't lose you."

"How could I?" Perseus answers "You carrying all the stupid with you. How could you think it was okay to just-..."

"Promise me, Percy" Nico interrupts, as seriously as he can. "I know I did a lot, and you probably hate me..."

"I don't hate you, Di Angelo" Perseus sighs. "I promise you - you'll never lose me okay? I didn't come all this way to save your ass for nothing."

And he leaves, still uncertain. Is it worth it? Could they find a better way? Or does he need to die - over and over again? Were the Fates mad the first prophecy didn't take him?

Annabeth tricks Arachne - and is tricked back by her own hubris against her brother, who keeps telling her to shut up, taunting the already defeated monster - who ends up opening the hole into Tartarus.

They blast a hole into a parking lot - just in time to rescue the children of Athena, who partially already rescued themselves.

"Hey, Wise Girl"

"Hey, Corpse Breath"

Everyone works together to load the statue into the ship. This time, there's two children of Athena. This time, there are ten people in the ship. This time, Nico has never walked into Tartarus.

But in somethings, history never changes: Arachne attaches a thread to Annabeth's weak leg. She tries to bring the child of Athena to the pit with her. But Perseus - who is just behind her - is quicker.

Perseus uses the shadows - with the last of his reserves - to pull Annabeth back, cutting the thread linking her to the pit with his ax. Annabeth is safe - one of her hands holds to the ladder.

But Perseus is not.

He flickers - like a ghost. These were the last of his energies, and he topples backward, into the Pit. A hand holds on to him - Nico. He tries to fly them out - but he is still too weak.

It's time.

"It was always supposed to be that way, wasn't it?"

Nico holds on in despair - he can feel hands holding his calves, trying to push them back - But Perseus is muscular and tall, and there's no one to help.

"No, no, Percy, don't you dare to let go, don't you dare!"

It was always his destiny - the one who sacrifices himself for everyone else. Nico thinks that, if Perseus doesn't ask for his own peace this time, he might ask on his behalf.

"Someone needs to close it from the other side. I am the only one who can."

There's a smile upon his lips - resigned to his fate. There are tears on Nico's eyes. The hand slips.

"You promised!"

He can hear Annabeth screaming, trying to get to them. The floor is too slippery. Nico feels Perseus slipping - the boy flickers again, like a ghost.

"Di Angelo, please"

A figurine of Zeus. A pavilion full of spartoi. Grover telling him stories. A white cell in Olympus. Green eyes flashing black. An invincible demigod against a thousand monsters.

"No, no, I won't fail you, not again!"

A greek with no memories in a toga, a fist punching his face, the warmth of a hug, walking through ruins, his capture.

"Nico, let me go."

Nico's mistakes pilling up, adoration swelling in his chest like a thousand suns. Maybe that's what love feels like.

"No!"

The hand keeps slipping, the Pit pulling him in, and Perseus flickers again - his hand can barely hold on to his ax.

"I see you on the other side"

He falls.

Alone.

Silence. There's a scream caught on Nico's throat - he won't be able to recall the next minutes. Somehow he takes Annabeth back to the ship. He doesn't remember climbing the ladder.

He thinks he wants to jump after him - but restrains himself - it was not the time to play the martyr.

They ask about Perseus, but neither of them can speak - their voices are gone. The parking lot collapse.

Jason keeps asking - if Perseus has shadow travelled, if he called for Blackjack, if he got lost.

"He is gone"

Nico finally answers, because he can't take the questions anymore. They don't understand.

"Gone? Gone where?" Asks Leo, still confused.

"He fell" It's Annabeth, in shock, who replies "He... He fell in the Pit. To save me. Percy fell. He... he's gone. He is in the Pit. Oh, oh my gods Percy is in Tartarus. It's all my fault I can't - I can't, he is gone, gone!"

She starts crying copiously. Malcolm holds her - he is the only one able to do so. Jason falls onto his knees, lost to the world. Piper sits beside him in shock. Will goes overboard and vomits - he looks like he is about to pass out.

Frank supports Hazel as the girl starts crying, trying to breathe and finding no air. Leo sits - there's tears in his eyes, but a determined look in his face. He looks at Nico, as if prompting him.

"He asked us to meet him on the other side." It's everything he needs to say. No one stops crying - but everyone is startled into motion.

"Festus, raise the sails. We've got a brother to save."

They are going to the House of Hades.

[butterjinwoo]

Story about FRIENDZONE.

Hi~ it's me again.. after a long long time for not updating anything here 😅😅

Btw, happy anniversary, dear Astro.

So, i always wrote my dream here. And here i got another cute dream.. again. I will do a bit touch to make the story feels better. So let's pretend this is imagines ^^

FRIENDZONED

Genre : fluff

Disclaimer : 95% dream, 5% added story

Pairing : jinjin x y/n, and mj bestie

Story line:

Not all people can take your kindness as kindness but there's always be people who always back up from your back.

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It was a day, you can say that it was a beautiful day. The sky was so beautiful and you were sitting on bench near the sport ground. You were seeing your coach and some of his trainees practiced there.

The coach was really handsome and kind. Although he was so kind, there was a lot of people who threw hate towards him. You watched him from afar. You knew he got a lot of hate comments thought letters he received.

You felt bad about that and you just wanted to help him to feel better. You started to write him letter which you praised him for being so kind. You did that a lot.

One day, he realized that it was letter from you and he finally decided to talk to you.

"I really need to talk to you, y/n." He told you. "Hm.. why?" You asked.

"I know, you have some feelings for me." You were kinda confused but you knew that the letters might be the most possible the reason. "You sent me a lot of sweet messages through letters."

"I just want you to feel better, i mean.. you got a lot of bad comments as well. I don't have any other intentions to bother you." You explained.

"See, y/n. I know you have feelings for me. But sorry I can't accept it. Please don't send me this kind of letters anymore." He said, looked upset. "No, you got me wrong. I have another guy I love and he is not you. I really-" before you could finished your sentence, he said, "sorry, don't tell a lie. Just move on." And he left you.

You were really upset and sad. He took you wrong. You really wanted to make him feel better but he got you wrong. You were so embarrassed. You just wanted to disappear. Your tears started to fall to your cheek. You were really heartbroken, not because he rejected you, but you just felt upset to youself, your own kindness, you did well but he didn't take it well.

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MJ suddenly came to you. He saw you cried, he was confused and he asked you, "y/n, what happened? Why are you crying?" You were shocked, so you wiped your tears in second and answered him, "no, mj. I'm fine. Thanks for asking."

"You sure? It's impossible for someone to cry without having any reason. You can tell me. I can be your shoulder to cry on." He offered. The way his words touched directly to your heart made your tears fell again. You explained to him the whole story. As he knew that coach too, he seemed a bit upset too. A lot of people didn't like him, remember? So did MJ. "Y/n, stop crying. I will make smile." And he left you there. "Wait- what? MJ!" You yelled at him as he walked away. "Just wait here. Don't go anywhere."

Again, you were confused. And as you felt MJ betrayed you by leaving you there. You sobbed.

After few moments, you decided to leave because you didn't see that mj would come back as he promised. But before you walked away, jinjin came over. You liked him, you sure. You love him. He came and he asked you, "is everything okay?" "Yeah," you said. He pulled you to his embrace. "I heard the story, so sorry for that." You pushed him away directly, you felt wrong. "We are just friends, you know. You said that." You confirmed. "Shh.. shh.. who said that?" He pulled you again, but this time he hugged you thighter. He caressed your hair. "I never told you that we are just friends, tho. And.. i know your feeling as well, so does mine." He sounded shy. You never expected that words from his lips to come out. "You know, i love you too." As he said his feeling to you, you felt relieved and you hugged him back.

-end-

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The fact that i read jinwoo's letter on universe and he mentioned about "being friend" there. I was joking with my friend about this. I told her that it's okay, now jinwoo and i are just friends. We joked a lot 😅😅 and this dream appeared. Haha sorry jinwoo, but i think my mind doesn't want to accept that fact about being friend lol. You'll be my forever love, my fav, dearest jinjin.