#I can't believe someone stole my phone

[angelinpiink]

ex boyfriend! eren headcannons ࿐ྂ。

❥ note: as a disclaimer, these headcanons are a bit toxic/dark, if that is something you find triggering i recommend you skip this one, you can find other works of eren that don't have this particular theme here just want to make it clear that i do not condone this sort of behavior and this doesn't represent my idea of what a healthy relationship should look like thank you and enjoy

Firstly, eren doesn't even consider you guys to be actually broken up, he’s convinced. you’re just screwing with him or playing hard to get. Even once he realizes you're not, the breakup is still completely one sided. He loves you far too much to even fathom that the relationship is over. He’s already planned your entire future together–he's been doing so since he first met you, from the house you'll live in together to the garter you'll be wearing on your wedding day.  In short, he’s delusional when it comes to you, head over heels or do he likes to call it and for this reason he still goes around telling everyone you're his. 

Everyone around him, including his friends is obviously taken aback by this and so they sort of just play along, listening to him rant   about you the moment he’s gotten enough alcohol in his system. This happens  at every get together they have had since the breakup.  “she’s just confused and going through a tough time right now. She doesn't know that she wants me,” he’ll say anytime he hears about you having moved on with anyone else.  If anyone even has the courage to challenge his statements he has the habit of angrily shutting them down. “Shut the hell up, you don't know anything about our relationship.” 

He spends the first few days blowing up your phone with texts about how much he loves you and that though your relationship has had its ups and downs – him being the one who’s mostly responsible for the downs, you guys will get through it as you always had if you just keep trying. When he received no response ,he changed his approach, no longer attempting to convince you to stay but now begging you to come back  home. “Come back to me please..” he’ll bombard your voicemail inbox with pleas and sob stories about how he hasn't slept because he misses holding you each night. 

 Weeks or even months  will pass since the break up itself, and every second of  his time he uses to  reach out to you, whether it's through phone calls or text. You better believe he's taking time to check up on you to see how you're doing–most  importantly, what you're doing and who you're with. He wants to make sure you're safe and not in the hands of any trouble or anyone he considers trouble. He has a habit of speaking with you as though you two are still together, ending many conversations with  “i love you.” and “hope to see you soon.” When he isn't reaching out to you he's thinking about you or talking to you about whatever poor soul is forced to listen. 

When he hears it from you that you’ve moved on to someone else, his heart shatters.  He had been able to deny and ignore the reality when he heard it from others but now that it was coming from you he had lost the energy to keep pretending to be okay with how things were, he feels as though you’re betraying him. In his eyes you were cheating by being with another.  Still, he doesn't make it known then and there, instead he responds with. “He can't love you the way I do.” and beyond that point he stops reaching out, and waits for you to come running back. 

 You'll learn the hard way that he was right  when you are riding back to his place drunk with tears running down your cheeks because you caught the very person you’d moved onto cheating on you with another girl. Once you two arrive, he carries you into the apartment where the two of you had  shared many memories together, because you are too drained from the events of the day to walk. He takes off your makeup using the makeup remover you’d ‘left behind’ when you moved out. Really, he stole it out of your things, along with other items because he was certain you’d come back to him under such circumstances. 

 He takes you into his arm, holding you so close and so tight to him because he’s afraid that you’ll leave him again as  you cry in his arms. “Don't know what i was thinking” his fingers stroke your hair.  “You weren't. but you should have known better.”  eren isn't too interested in giving you his sympathy because he feels he’s the one been betrayed the most here. If only you hadn't run off with someone else, none of this would be happening.

“I warned you,” he added. “I'm so sorry..” you sniffled, he swiped away your tears. his way of speaking to you had caused a wave of guilt to wash over you, you had left eren behind only to end up being made to look like a fool because you thought the grass was greener on the other side. Though he was upset with you,  Eren hated seeing  you cry.  especially over someone he didn't believe deserved your tears. “Make it up to me then.” a weight lifted off your shoulders at the offer of redemption. Little did you know, he plans to have you crying tears of another kind. 

❥ nsfw (things get sexual from here, if you are not comfortable with this kind of content pls turn back)

Before you know it, he’s ripped your dress off you, both your clothes and underwear are thrown about the hallway leading to the bedroom you used to share. He hasn't made a single change to anything since your absence and you find yourself feeling nostalgic, thinking back to a time where things werent easy but never this complicated. you're on the bed exposed and bear before him. He hovers between your legs. “Been so long since i've seen you like this, god i've missed it so much.” he’ll coo, his emerald gaze admiring your glistening folds that have spread with his fingers. the way your cunt throbbed under the lightest of touch, begging to be filled made him grow hard. “Missed you too.” you mutter, hazily bucking your hips against his touch.

“I know.  I know.” he reassures you, giving into your silent  demands, he continues toying with you, pushing his fingers past your folds,his finger strokes at your clit. “bet that boyfriend of yours didn't know how to take care of this needy little cunt, did he.” your juices now coating his fingers, he pounds you with them, earning a symphony of moans from your lips.  “not like i do..” he says, the satisfaction of you being so reactive to his touch bringing a smile to his face, your back arching as his movements become overwhelming for you. He soon pulls out his fingers and replaces them with his cock, that had been aching to be inside of you for far too long.

He pushes one of your legs outward, granting him more access to your sweet hole, He pushes deeper inside of you all self control leaving his body the moment he hears you cry out for him, tears welling in your eyes from pleasure as he fucks into you. “So pretty, gonna fill you up with my cum.” he groans,the moment he feels you clenching around his cock, your thighs trembling. He threw his head back as he rubs his thumb across your bottom lip, admiring you in such a state.

“Eren, you can't!” You shriek, his fingers gripping at your hips harshly. He continues fucking you hard and deep, his hips smashing against your own. “cant cum inside you?” he’ll question. he continues to pound you, this is his way of letting you know he has no intention of pulling out.

“but i thought you were sorry? I thought you were mine?”There is a heartbroken tone in his voice as he speaks to you, hoping for you to reassure him you meant the words you'd spoken earlier.  You were left feeling guilty for even thinking you should have denied him. after everything you’d already done to hurt him. You had said you would make it up to and part of that required doing as he wanted.  “I am!”

“shut up and take my cum then, you said you’re mine. gotta prove it. this pussy is mine too, right baby?” you nodded in agreement, tellinf him whatever he needed to hear to keep fucking you so good, muttering the best “mhm, i love you so so much!”  you could muster while being overtaken by your orgasm as eren came inside of you, the creamy liquid dripping out of you and down your thighs. “You're not going anywhere, not now, not ever, I won't let you.” 

 Eren, Who was responsible for it all, and had developed a plan for each failed talking stage you had. since leaving him and most importantly the breakup due to your boyfriend cheating– from his actions of  intimidating them into leaving you alone with threats of physical attacks or the videos he sent them of him devouring your cunt, while you cried out his name, your fingers tugging at his brunette strands of hair. A video which had been recorded so long ago when the two of you were still together, but the idiot, who you had made the mistake of calling a boyfriend,  hadn't even bothered to verify that your nails hadn't been any color you had been since you'd meeting him. perhaps, he simply didn't care enough. it was of no big importance to eren either way, in his eyes the fool wasn't deserving of you. Just as eren believed to be the case since the beginning, he was the only one who’d love you the way you deserved and for this reason he was never going anywhere.  

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[coff33andb00ks]

anddd 52 + lando maybe???💝

"I can't believe we're friends sometimes."

driver + number = drabble <3

yayyy bestie!Lando is fun to write thanks darling!!

warnings: lando's a terrible cook, maybe some slight pining if you squint

When you unlock Lando's door, you stop dead in your tracks. Usually you're greeted by him hollering out that he's in his gaming room, or the smell of Chinese takeaway.

Today, you're being met with the sound of Lando panicking and the acrid smell of smoke.

"Lando?!" you call out and half a second later the smoke detector begins to scream.

"Fuck!" He's really panicking and you drop everything, rushing to the kitchen to find him holding a smoldering pan over the sink.

You want to ask what the hell he's done but you grab his arm and shove the pan into the sink, eyes widening when there's a sudden whoosh and the contents are a ball of flames. Slapping Lando's hand away when he reaches to turn the water on, you snatch the hoodie you're wearing off and throw it over the pan to smother the flames without thinking. "Can you turn off the smoke detector and open the window?"

Lando stares at you, lips parted in shock but he nods, moving to open the window while you poke your hoodie over the pan with a spatula. Once he's silenced the detector he bends over, gasping a little while the smoke slowly rolls out the window.

Deeming it safe, you turn on the water. "What the hell were you doing?" you ask between coughs.

"Cooking," he wheezes.

"Charcoal?" You leave the water running and move to the window for fresh air.

"It was eggs." He looks at you weirdly. "Was that my hoodie?"

"You can have it back now," you promise.

"I only left them cooking for a minute and when I came back they were smoking. Then I tried pulling the pan off the cooktop but I burned my finger and oil sloshed–"

"How much oil did you use?" you blurt.

His cheeks turn red and if you weren't annoyed with him for causing you to ruin your favorite hoodie that you borrowed - stole - from him you'd be thinking how cute it is when he bushes. "Um..." He rubs the side of his nose. "I didn't want it to stick so..."

"Fucking hell," you groan, turning off the water. Picking up the hoodie, you wince when you see that it's completely ruined. What's left of the eggs is floating in the pan. His words finally register and you drop the hoodie back into the sink. "You burned your finger?"

Lando holds up his left index finger and you can just see a faint red mark. "S'alright, I think I'll live," he teases, lips twitching.

You try not to laugh. It's not funny. He could have been seriously injured. He could have set fire to the apartment. But he's starting to giggle and before you know if you're laughing with him, and when he answers his phone to assure the building manager that there's no fire you know your laughter can be heard.

"I can't believe we're friends sometimes," Lando giggles as he ends the call.

"What do you mean?" You finally compose yourself and start cleaning up the mess.

"I'm such a fucking loser." He nudges you aside so he can get a bag from the cupboard beneath the sink to put the hoodie into. "I don't know why you stick around."

"Well god knows someone has to, otherwise you'd have destroyed half the country by now." You're teasing and when you see the flicker of a frown on his face you feel bad. "Hey–"

"I didn't mean to–" He sighs.

"I know you didn't Lan." You lean to give him a hug. "It's okay, yeah? We'll clean up and I'll fix you something."

"Sorry," he mumbles, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you close. He presses a kiss into your hair and you know everything's alright.

"You should be," you sigh. "That was your new Balenciaga hoodie."

[salford-blues]

Flowers follow

A/n: Think I might have to switch some things up. I only write smau's. Do you guys reckon I should write actual stories? I've never done it before, but I can certainly try. Pairing: F1 mystery driver x driver!reader Summary: Reader continues to soft launch her mystery man... through flowers?? (basic ass summary cause I'm bobbins at them) Warnings: like one swear word

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caption: I love you a lily more every day

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liamlawson30 disgusting caption. You should be ashamed of yourself

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> yourusername who snitched?

>> alex_albon my lips are sealed

>>> yourusername count your days Albon

user.1 tell us your mystery man... please im begging

landonorris WHO IS YOUR MANNNN?? Why won't you tell me? Are we not besties?

> yourusername because you can't keep secrets to save your life

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''April showers may bring May flowers, but you bring me flowers year-round''

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liamlawson30 whats with the corny captions lately

> yourusername you love them bc you love me

>> liamlawson30 no, I tolerate you

>> yourusername meanie :((

User.2 is mystery man Liam??

> User.3 I don't think so. They're just friends. Plus I don't think Liam rides a motorbike

User.4 Look at our girlie goooo!!

User.5 Lord... it's me again 🙏

@f1driverupdates

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Rumour has it that our golden girl is now off the market. But the question remains... who has taken her? Still in her soft launch era, @yourusername has not shared that much information about her partner.

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user.6 can't believe someones stole my girl

user.7 We can see you Mick... 👀

user.8 Is Mick our mystery man? I men it checks out... tall and rides a motorcycle. Also seems like a person that is very caring to her and her pets

> user.9 omg imagine little Angie added to that madhouse!! So cutteee 🥰

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In the garden of love, you are my favourite sunflower!! 🌻

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User.8 Love how he gave you crocheted ones so that they last forever

> yourusername he's so sweet!! Especially since they're my favourite flower as well

User.9 Just tell us already... I'm done waiting

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> yourusername rude. I'll make sure to beat your arse in monopoly next games night

>> liamlawson30 😔 noted

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alex_albon what is this? when was this? Message me back Y/n

liamlawson30 Pick up the phone Y/n!!! I need answers

user.10 noooooooo... we've lost her

user.11 you said no, right?? pls don't join the dark side 🥲

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> yourusername maybe it is, maybe it isn't... but hey i still said yessss

>> logansargeant yeah well me and Oscar are gonna have a little word with him when we see him next

>>> liamlawson30 me three

>>>> danielricciardo me four

>>>>> yourusername oh leave him be. You all know he's nice and takes care of me.

landonorris ????

User.12 ignore the last slide... look at the kitty 🐈 😻

> yourusername main character moment for him. He's the only one that likes the rides 🫶

[rageprufrock]

I had to write this down so it would stop being inside of my brain--devil judge stupidity

I have a clinical dx that proves I lack the emotional self regulation to stop myself from doing stupid things and I just really really want to write something funny okay!!!! No clue if this is going anywhere. I have approx 100 ideas right now and can't be held responsible for my actions.

Actually, the whole thing is Elijah's fault, because if she exercised any of the restraint she used on the Korean-speaking internet for her English language shitposting accounts, they wouldn't be in this mess at all.

That said, she'll argue to the death that if her shitty uncle is going to subject her to his sweaty, old man chest and walk around the house after one of his workouts dripping sweat with his workout pants half-hanging off of his ass, she's going to shame him like truth coming out of her Instagram.

Unfortunately, the general reaction to her caption ("god my uncle is so gross") turns out to be a tsunami of absolutely unhinged horny commentary from a community she'd previously believed to be upright, clear-minded young women with promising careers in STEM. There's a run on eggplant emojis. There are so many eyeballs. Prayer hands left and right. People are calling Yohan "daddy" in sixteen languages.

It's funny in an absolutely repulsive way, and here, even Elijah has to admit to culpability, because in retrospect, when someone had commented, "so can your auntie fight?" she absolutely should not have posted a picture of Gaon from his army service, sun bronzed with his arms out, and said, "lol yeah."

Yohan works approximately 18 hours a day with breaks for the gym, to psychologically torture her over dinner, and an hour where Elijah puts on her noise canceling headphones and assiduously does not listen to whatever the fuck is happening down the hall in his bedroom. But he's also the nosiest, most intrusive person on the face of the earth with a squadron of terminally online assistants so it's only a matter of time before he's going to find out he's now internet famous and that there's an AO3 tag for "hot uncle/soldier boy (not The Boys)" and destroys all of her electronic equipment.

Gaon, who hasn't logged into social media in like three years, could feasibly go to his grave not knowing--except that he works in the juvenile court system which means she's not totally surprised when he comes home on Tuesday with a weird look on his face and says:

"Elijah, I think we've been hacked," he says, because he's a genuinely nice person who must have committed some kind of heinous crime in a past life to attract Kangs left and right. "I think someone got into our phones, or our wifi. One of my clients showed me a post today that looks like someone stole a CCTV picture of Yohan, and then posted some old picture from when I was in the army."

Elijah is listening with an active grimace on her face, trying to decide what to say and how to say it, when the SmartHome speaker crackles to life and Yohan's voice echoes out of it, saying:

"Kang Elijah, did you out Gaon and I with your fake instagram."

[aanoia]

I Don't Know Who You're Talking About

Remus Lupin x reader words; 2817 warnings; angst, blood, sad, murder, the usual part two this is so cutesy (NOT!) I wrote this on my phone in the car so if there's any mistakes thats my excuse. Also Y/m/n stands for your/marauders/nickname because ofc you're a Marauder and of course you're an animagus. like duh.

“Remus, it's a full moon tonight, you can't go. We can't risk that.” I persisted, staring holes into the back of the boy's head.

He turned around angrily, “Why does it even matter, Y/n?” He yelled, and a drop of spit flew from his lips. “After everything that's happened, you're gonna stop me from going to that traitors trial?”

“If you're gonna act like this, yes! I am going to stop you.” I yelled back, taking a step towards him as my voice softened. “And we don't know if Sirius was framed or not, he's our best friend. Do you really think he'd do something like this?”

Remus shook his head, his shoulders dropping, “I think it doesn't matter, because James and Lily are dead. And Peter! Someone needs to be punished for it, and all the signs point to him.”

I frowned, “I don't think he did it.”

“Well, you think wrong.” Remus said, turning back around and walking out of the house, slamming the door behind him.

“Remus, I swear to Merlin, if you apparate to the Ministry-” I was cut off by the loud cracking noise of apparition. He didn't even grab his coat.

“Fancy seeing you here.” I said coolly as I sat next to Remus. He shook his head, anger radiating from his skin.

“You're ridiculous.” He muttered and I scoffed. 

“There's no way you're taking your frustration out on me, right now.” I flashed a smile at a woman I recognized from Hogwarts, she smiled back sadly. I focused in on the middle of the room, where an empty cage was being rolled out. 

“I can't even talk to you. You’re so annoying.” Remus stood up but was stopped as a new cage was rolled in. I gently pulled him back down as we stared at Sirius. He was caged and muzzled like a dog. 

Remus squeezed my hand, and I squeezed back. Sirius’ clothes were torn, his usual fancy jacket he stole from his mother covered in dirt and blood. He looked around the room frantically, eyes wide and tears streaming down his cheeks. He made eye contact with me and placed his hands on the bars, silently begging me to believe that he didn't do this, he could never. 

I gave him a look of worry as the Minister cleared his throat, “Sirius Black, son of Orion and Walburga Black, you are here today under the accusation of working with He Who Must Not Be Named and the murder of twelve muggles, one witch, Lily Potter, and two wizards, James Potter and Peter Pettigrew. How do you plead?”

The moment the muzzle was off his mouth he answered hastily. “Not guilty!” Sirius screamed, his voice shaky and broken. He shook in his cage, “I didn't do it, please! I would never hurt my frie-”

“Silence!” Crouch demanded, holding his hand up, his ring glinted in the candlelight. “We need not hear more.” He scribbled on a piece of parchment and handed it to the boy standing next to him. The boy studied the paper.

He nodded, “Of course, sir.” He left the room quickly.

There were quiet whispers floating around the room, speculating what the young boy could possibly be searching for. 

“Now, because there seems to be a lack of witnesses, which I am sure is just how you wanted it to be, unfortunately we cannot blindly believe that you are innocent.” The boy came back into the room, holding a small vial of clear liquid.

“Veritaserum.” Remus mumbled and I nodded. 

“It's a good idea.” I whispered.

The vial was brought up to Sirius’ lips, who drank it willingly, thankful to finally have a good alibi. 

“I will ask you plain and simply, did you reveal the hidden location of James and Lily Potter to the Dark Lord, resulting in them being murdered and their son orphaned?”

Sirius shook his head, “I did not.” My shoulders relaxed as it felt as if a weight had been lifted. Remus still looked at him coldly, his eyebrows furrowed. 

“Did you murder that group of muggles, and your own friend, Peter Pettigrew, leaving behind only his finger?”

“No, I did not.”

The room was silent as Crouch thought. They glanced between the man behind bars and the one upon a podium, his stare belittling. He glanced at the empty bottle on his desk, and back to Sirius before whispering to a man beside him. 

I glanced at Sirius who was already looking at us. He gave me a small smile and I returned it. 

“It is probable.” The man said quietly, but still in earshot. 

Crouch nodded and banged his hammer, “It has been decided. The Veritaserum that was given to was a flake. So, under Mr. Barty Crouch, Minister of Magic, you plead guilty, and are sentenced to life in Azkaban.”

Some people cheered, others let out yells of protest. Remus slipped away, walking out of the room angrily. 

“No, that's rubbish.” I yelled as he began to be rolled away. He screamed in fear, going crazy inside of the cage.

I stood up and pushed past people, carefully jumping down to the floor and below the Minister. The room silenced again and the cage stopped dragging across the floor. Everyone had their eyes on me. 

“Let me talk to him.”

Crouch looked amused, “Miss-”

“It is only a custom. Tradition, even. You must allow me a word with Sirius Black before you send him off. It's in the books.”

Crouch glanced at the book as the boy flipped to the pages. He sighed as he read the words, telling him that it was indeed allowed for loved ones to speak with the person before they are sent off. 

“I'm afraid he cannot be out of his cage, it is not up for discu-”

“I can talk through the bars, can I not?”

“Fine. Follow them.”

I followed them out quietly, ignoring the angry stares I got from people, even the spit that they shot at me, landing right in front of my feet. Once we were in the hall, the men stood to the side and I walked up the cage hastily, putting my hands on the bars.

“Sirius, I'm going to ask you this once, and only once, and I need you to tell me the truth. Whatever you say, I will believe you. Did you or did you not kill James and Lily?”

Sirius looked me straight in the eyes, desperate, “Y/n, please, I would never.”

“It's a yes or no question.”

“No. I didn't.” 

I paused, before grabbing his hand through the bars, “I believe you. It's okay, I'll figure this out.”

His eyes filled with tears again and being this close I could see the heavy bags below his eyes. His hair was a ratty mess and his skin was blemished and dirty. 

“Did you know she was pregnant?” Sirius asked and my eyes widened.

“She was?”

“Yeah. They were going to tell us all on Christmas, but James let it slip to me.”

I took a deep breath, “Oh my.”

There was a moment of silence between us, neither daring to break the quiet atmosphere.

“Does Remus hate me?” He whispered and my heart broke. 

“I don't know.” I answered honestly and he nodded, his eyes averting to the bottom of the cage.

“I didn't kill them. I'd never. He was my best friend, my brother.” Sirius began sobbing. “I've already lost him, and Lily. I've lost my godson. And now Remus. I can’t lose you, Y/n/n, I can’t.” he cut himself off with a gasp.

“It's time to go.” One of the men said, beginning to drag him away.

“I can’t lose you!” Sirius yelled as he was dragged away. 

“You won’t.” I whispered before I looked up at the man as he was dragged away, “Sirius! I love you!”

He smiled sadly, “I love you too, Y/m/n!”

I rubbed my hands together quickly as I walked up to the front door. I placed my hand on the freezing knob and opened it, silently cursing myself for not locking it before I left.

It was half an hour until sundown, so I immediately apparated home to help prepare Remus - and myself - for the night. It was probably going to be one of the hardest he's ever experienced, and I felt terrible for him. 

“Remus?” I called out, only to get no response. I furrowed my brows taking my jacket off slowly, “Baby, I know you're mad but I still want to help you tonight.” Still, nothing.

I set down my bag and slipped off my shoes before quietly walking to the bedroom.

“Rem?” I asked softly, pushing open the door and expecting to see him sitting on the bed, head between his hands as he cried softly.

But he wasn't. In fact the room seemed to be the same as it was before I left. The bathroom was dark and empty. No sign of Remus anywhere.

I walked to the kitchen, hoping to find him sipping from a mug of tea while staring out the window, like he usually is. But there was nothing.

I slipped on my coat and threw on my shoes, ignoring my bag as I quickly left the house. I pulled out the flip phone Remus had insisted on us getting.

“For easier communication.” He’d say.

I struggled to work the muggle device, but managed to send a quick ‘where r u?!’ text. At this point, the sun was beginning its descent and the full moon shone brightly.

I paused for a moment, thinking of any possible place he could be. 

“The Shrieking Shack.” I said quietly to myself, immediately apparating to the raggedy house. 

However, just like our own, it was also completely empty, save for one man. 

“Professor Dumbledore?” I asked quietly. The older man turned around and smiled gently. I didn't fail to notice the tears he wiped from his cheeks.

“Ah, Miss L/n, or is it Lupin, yet?” Dumdledore asked.

I shook my head, “Not yet, no. But speaking of the man, has he been here?”

Dumbledore looked around, “No, I'm afraid not.” He glanced out of the window, at the light in the darkening sky. “It is a full moon tonight, isn't it?”

I stood beside him with a sigh, “That it is.”

“And the night of Sirius’ trial as well, what unfortunate timing.”

“I'd have to agree.”

“You cannot find him?”

I turned around and leaned against the window sill, “No. We were fighting, before the trial. It's been rough for everyone and we took it out on each other.”

Dumbledore nodded, “Ah, it happens. I suppose, however, you should spend less time with this old man, and more time finding who I would assume to be a werewolf by now.”

I opened my mouth to answer but was cut off by a loud howl. The sun had completely dipped below the horizon, and the werewolves were born. 

“Well, it seems you'd be correct.”

“Was that him?” Dumbledore asked.

I shook my head, “No, his howl is deeper. I assume that was a female.”

“Ah.”

I shifted my feet, feeling awkward. “Uhm, I'm gonna go look for him.”

“Take a blanket.” Dumdledore said, handing me a brown bundle of cloth.

“Thank you.”

“Go.”

I nodded and pushed open the door. I sighed at the heavy snowfall, looking into the distant trees. It was going to be a long night.

The tears started as the sun made an appearance again. The weight of everything finally hitting and pressure built behind my eyes.

“Remus, please, where are you?” I called out, my voice hoarse and salty tears slipped into my mouth. I wiped the running snot from my upper lip, my shoulders shaking.

I passed a tree and the bright color of red caught my eye. A blood trail. I followed it eagerly, a small sob leaving my lips and I clutched tightly onto the blanket. It led behind a rock, where my heart broke.

Remus lay there, naked and in a fetal position. He had long cuts all along his body and the snow around him was trained red. He shivered in the snow and his lips were blue.

He glanced at me weakly, sadness filling his eyes. “Y/n.” He whispered, his voice almost non existent. 

I snapped out my daze and grabbed onto him, quickly pulling him to his feet and wrapping the blanket around him. He clutched onto me and cried, I cried with him. 

I apparated to the house silently and he fell to his knees, I followed him, holding him in the kneeling position. 

“It’s okay.” I whispered, biting back my own tears as he sobbed. “It’s okay.”

He cried, “It’s not!”

“Remus, let me clean you.” I said softly, wiping my tears after a few long moments. 

“Okay.” He whispered, staring ahead blankly. 

It was quiet, again, as I cleaned and bandaged. A few times he'd cry again, and I'd let him, figuring it was better to continue what I'm doing. I led him to bed and closed the curtains so the sun didn't shine through. 

“Do you feel better?” I asked quietly once I got into bed.

“I'm not sure I feel much of anything, right now.” Remus said, facing his back towards me.

I looked at him sadly and turned over, closing my eyes and finally letting sleep overtake me.

When I woke up the bed was empty. I sighed, assuming he was in the kitchen or living room. I used the bathroom and walked out of the bedroom. I walked out into the living room.

“Remus?” I asked. He wasn't there. I looked into the kitchen and he wasn't to be seen. The deja vu of the night before was prominent. “Are you serious?”

A note sat neatly on the fridge. I glanced at the magnet, it was a picture of Remus and I smiling wide, faces pressed against each other. We got it from a muggle - or no-maj - vendor when we visited america. I noticed the second one we had was gone. I shook my head and took the note from beneath the magnet. 

I immediately recognized the handwriting as Remus’. I stared at the letter, the one assigned to me. The last letter of my name was splotchy, stained with a tear. 

I gently tore open the letter.

Dear Y/n,

I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know why I'm doing what I'm doing. I'm so sorry for what I'm doing.

I am so scared. With James, Lily, and Peter dead, and Sirius in Azkaban, I just don't know what to do.

You mean the world to me. You're perfect, beautiful, intelligent, witty, talented, you're everything good and nothing bad. At this point you are the world for me.

 Which is why I have to do this. I can't drag you down to darkness with me, I'd never forgive myself. I know this will hurt you, it's hurting me too, but I also know you can get through this. 

I want you to be happy, and I think that's impossible if I’m in your life. So I'm taking the liberty to leave it. My stuff will be magically transported once I find a place to stay, keep the house, you deserve it more than I do.

I love you more than life itself. 

with the deepest of regrets,

Remus

P.S. you are worth EVERYTHING! don't ever settle for the bare minimum.

I dropped the letter and stared out of the window. The snow fell gently, piling up on the ground. It felt rather similar to the quiet tears dripping down my face. In the span of four weeks, I had lost everyone important to me. I didn't realize I had any tears left to cry.

I suppose I'll have to get a dog to keep me company now. 

“Welcome, Professor L/n.” Dumbledore greeted.

I smiled at the group of teachers that came to welcome me. “Thank you, I appreciate all of you. Especially you, Minnie.” I said with a wink and Professor McGonagall laughed wetly, wiping a stray tear from her eye.

“Okay okay, let's not suffocate her on her first day. Dinner is in an hour, I trust you to find your room.” Dumbledore said and I nodded as the teachers dispersed.

“Severus.” I called out and the man stopped in his tracks. I walked over as he turned around and pulled him into a tight hug. He looked at me weirdly once I pulled away. “I know you loved her too.”

He knew exactly who I was talking about, “I have no idea who you're talking about.”

“I know you don't.” I smiled and began walking towards my room. 

“I’m sorry about Lupin.” He said and I paused. 

“I have no idea who you're talking about.”

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Do you have any recs for Reallyyy long fics? Like 200-300k+ words? That isn't 91W... avoiding that one because I feel like it will hurt me... preferably fix-its? Oh and no a/b/o pls :) thanksss

Here are a few:

Angel's Wild by riseofthefallenone (Explicit, 389k words)

But that’s the whole reason he’s here, isn’t it? He’s not out here hunting Humans. He’s not even hunting deer, or bears, or anything else that featured in Bambi. He’s out here, freezing his nuts off every night, because he’s hunting Angels. Sometimes Dean wishes that Angels were like how they’re described in the Bible. How people from time too old for him to care much about thought Angels were messengers and warriors of God, protectors of Humans. He knows that how they’re really described in the Bible is actually pretty terrifying, but at least they were told by God that they’re supposed to love Humans, right? That’s a thousand times better than what Angels really turned out to be.

Bitch Better Have My Money by Duckyboos (Explicit, 256k words)

How Dean Winchester - mechanic, shitty cook, single father - became the power behind the throne in one of the biggest crime syndicates in the Midwest.

Computer Safety Verse by followthattardis (Explicit, 232k words)

On the day of his 29th birthday, Dean receives an email from his old nemesis: Michael Milton, the guy who got him kicked out of college and stole his girlfriend. The email contains encoded images with top secret CIA/NSA intelligence – and now their only copy is in Dean’s brain. Both agencies send their best operatives – Castiel Novak and Victor Henriksen respectively – to handle their accidental asset and protect the invaluable data in his head. To justify their sudden appearance in Dean’s life, they adopt covers: Victor as Dean’s new co-worker and neighbor, Cas as his new boyfriend. Needless to say, Dean’s brother and his girlfriend are thrilled to see him in a relationship they believe to be real. Clearly, there’s no way this could go wrong.

Four Letter Word For Intercourse by bendingsignpost (Explicit, 228k words)

As a grease monkey turned college freshman, Dean's constantly three seconds away from being stressed out of his mind. It hardly helps that he's finally figuring out his sexuality in his thirties. What might help with that stress is a little phone number (and a big credit card bill). If he can't figure out how to be bisexual in person, he can at least give it a go over the phone, right? (It's probably a bad idea, but he really can't help himself.)

Light me up by tricia_16 (Explicit, 218k words)

Five years after participating in a life-changing threesome with his then-girlfriend and her friend Cas, Dean's single, comfortably bisexual, and has everything he's ever wanted except for that special someone to share his life with. When tragedy strikes, he and Cas are reunited in an unexpected way, and a split-second decision entangles their lives in ways neither of them could have predicted…

Not Part of the Plan by Annie D (scaramouche) (Explicit, 337k words)

Castiel's spent most of his adult life keeping his head down and staying out of trouble. This is a deliberate choice on his part, because as a cousin of the King, he'd rather stay unimportant and forgotten. This changes abruptly when King Michael decides that he has a better use for Castiel: he is to be wed to a noble member of the neighboring Republic, as part of an agreement between their two nations. Castiel knows he has to obey, but that doesn't mean he won't rebel in what small ways he can. Unexpectedly, his actions end up having far-reaching consequences.

one million fires burning by dothraki_shieldmaiden (Explicit, 248k words)

Dean Winchester teaches three classes a day, tutors after school, and chairs the English Department for Lawrence High School. He does enough. Unfortunately, his boss doesn't feel the same and informs him that he has a new job: co-coaching the school's trivia team. His co-coach? None other than the school's golden boy, Castiel Milton. Who Dean can't stand, for various reasons, all of which are valid, thank you very much. And the fact that Dean can't stop talking about the stick up Cas's, sorry, Milton's ass? Completely irrelevant.

Redux by emmbrancsxx0 (Explicit, 386k words)

Dean Winchester is dead. For decades, he, along with Castiel and Sam, has led a peaceful afterlife in heaven. He has everything he’s ever wanted: a home, his family and friends surrounding him, and a relationship with Cas—and he’s bored as hell. Until, one day, Chuck escapes heaven’s lock up and begins capturing souls to regain power. To stop him, Jack sends Dean, Cas, and Sam back to Earth. After so long away from hunting, will they be able to once again find their place in the family business?

Talk Some Sense To Me (Kenopsia) by ImYourHoneyBee (Explicit, 244k words)

Scrambling to his knees Castiel hugs back, burying his face in Dean’s neck, breath coming in fast little pants against his skin. Dean closes his eyes and just breathes him in, barely able to believe that this is real. At any other time in his life, closing his eyes against a threat like Death would be an inexcusable lapse in his hunter’s judgement. Right now, he doesn’t give a single fuck. Death can reap him for all he cares, he’ll die knowing Cas is going to be ok. Alive. “I will see you soon, Dean,” Death tells him, that deliberate voice of his soft enough not to intrude on the intimacy of the moment, “Raincheck on that grilled cheese.” “Thank you,” Dean croaks, propping his chin up on Cas’s shoulder, unmindful of the tears trickling down his cheeks, “Thank you.”

The Closest Thing We Have To Magic by EllenOfOz, TrenchcoatBaby (Explicit, 221k words)

Dean Winchester is a graduate student at Stanford University’s School of the Occult. A naturally-talented mage but a lazy professor and student, he figures he’ll coast through his final year the way he always has: with charisma, charm, and a natural aptitude for magic. All that changes when his thesis advisor, Dr. Castiel Novak, turns out to be the strictest and most challenging educator on-campus. Unfortunately for Dean, the uptight professor is nearly his age and infuriatingly gorgeous. But Castiel is keeping a secret, a powerful talent that’s more a curse than a blessing when he’s targeted by seditious parts of magical society. Can Dean and Cas put aside their animosity—and undeniable chemistry—long enough to instill real change in the magical community? Or will sinister plots and hidden agendas keep them apart?

To Build a Home by intothesilentland (Mature, 383k words)

Twenty-three years of head-over-heels, devastating devotion and love, love, love for the man with bright eyes and dark hair. Fourteen years of friends, best friends, of always together. One moment of rejection. Nine years of apart. Nine years of heartbreak, nine years of continents away, of not speaking, of no acknowledgement, no interaction, no closure, no peace. No happiness. Nine years of Dean’s life entering motions, going through them, constant, cold and mechanic, like clockwork. Nine years of alone. God. Nine years. A lot has changed. And yet Dean still loves Cas just the same. Even if his heart hurts all kinds of different.

Under The Midnight Sun by NorthernSparrow (Explicit, 232k words)

Dean Winchester’s been camp manager of a science research station on the Alaskan tundra for thirteen years. Dean likes his job; fixing the camp trucks, troubleshooting the generators, keeping clueless undergrads and NSF bigwigs from walking into grizzly bears or getting lost in snowstorms — it’s all in a day’s work. It keeps him pretty busy, and this year his brother Sam's visiting too, so he's even busier. So it’s really not any of Dean’s business when some weirdo antisocial ornithologist sets up a tent a few miles away, a dark-haired blue-eyed guy who’s doing a “very long-term" study on birds or wings or something, and who never, ever takes off his big lumpy backpack. But then the new guy starts dropping by camp for coffee and… well, he’s not officially part of camp; he's not Dean’s responsibility; he’s really not Dean’s problem at all, but when a strange blizzard comes sweeping in, Dean gets worried and goes to check. Thing is, Dean's spent years in the sweeping vistas of the Arctic. He knows all about the midnight sun and the northern lights, the ice caves and avalanches, the rough-and-ready Haul Road truckers and the even rougher-and-readier wild animals. But even so, what he finds is much more than he bargained for.

With Interest by everandanon (Explicit, 296k words)

Eighteen, bored, and not quite able to turn down the money, Cas agrees to an ill-advised bet, and Dean's heart isn't the only one that gets broken. Eleven years later, grieving his twin brother and struggling to take care of his niece, Cas finally returns home — only to meet Dean again and discover that the boy he left behind has grown up a lot. And now, Dean seems to have every intention of getting him back — with interest.

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Since prompts are open again, it's time to launch the Unholy Trinity + Evil Fourth Thing - please gift us with your hc or drabble on the adventures of Bucky, Curt, and Bubbles, featuring their secret accomplice Gale "absolutely batshit, actually" Cleven.

(This is also me enjoying Jack Kidd torment)

The thing is, and I cannot stress this enough: No one ever fucking believes Jack when he says, "I don't fucking care what Bucky, Curt, and Bubbles are fucking doing. Come find me when Buck's tagging along. THAT'S where the trouble is."

And the response is always the same: "Sir?? Cleven?? Calmest, coolest, most disciplined man in this entire air army? Surely he'd be a good influence."

"I need you to stop and think for five seconds, then answer this question: Why would the first three allow a good influence anywhere near them?"

Is Buck a good influence on literally everyone else on base? Yup. Great officer. Top-notch leader. And it's not even that he's a BAD influence on Bucky, Curt, or Bubbles in normal circumstances. Jack will be the first to admit that Bucky would have been in the drink (because Jack threw him there himself) if Buck didn't actually have some ability to contain him.

And Curt, well he's just rowdy like a lot of the boys. And Bubbles, he only gets rowdy if someone's there first. It's not three idiots and a braincell. It's low impulse control (Bucky & Curt) and perfectly fine unless he's feeling a little fighty (Bubbles), and then Buck. Who is a fucking chaos demon turned human by a witch that Jack is certain his great-grandda must have pissed off just before leaving Ireland. It's the only explanation.

Rowdy, Jack can handle all day. Big family, lots of cousins. He's been stopping fights and redirecting energy since he was in short pants. Nothing to it. And, of the boys, Bucky, Curt, and Bubbles are actually pretty okay. The one most likely to actually get into a fight is Curt, and he punches like a mule kicks, so Jack never worries there, either.

The thing Buck brings to the table is a fucking scheming mind. He learned it from his father and doesn't actually like that he CAN come up with a hundred ways to fuck something up if need be. But it was trained into him, and at least it comes in useful for flying. He's glad to put it to use rather than having the skills just itch the back of his head feeling like a really stupid can of worms to open.

But, then, it also turns out that there's types of scheming you can do that don't cause trouble. And can make people laugh. And can lift spirits. And just be fucking funny.

Like when the base got 100 calls in one day because "someone" parked a the Colonel's Jeep up at the entrance to town with a sign on the bumper:

FOR SALE

RUNS PERFECTLY

FIVE POUNDS

And Jack had known the moment he'd heard about it who'd done it. It had Buck Cleven's fingerprints all over it. And, in fact, Jack is certain he knows what happened:

Bucky and Curt drinking.

Bubbles also drinking.

One of them deciding it would be funny if they stole or hid the Colonel's Jeep.

Buck interjected, saying, "Fellas, no, let's not do that."

At which point all bystanders wandered off because, well, Cleven's the responsible one, so fun's over.

And then Cleven thought for about three minutes while the others kept drinking, leaned in and said, "If we do it your way, we get caught. We gotta do it my way."

Agreement. Theft of Army Property. Many, many phone calls.

Jack made sure to be very pissed off when he heard about it.

He also made sure to send Lemmons to retrieve it. Because Lemmons has a face like an angel and can absolutely convince everyone he really did mean to take the sign off the bumper before he brought it back.

While it is sometimes very frustrating that no one believes Jack about Buck, it at least gives him some cover for having a little fun of his own.

He can't play pranks like that. He's Air Exec. And every now and again Buck will meet his eye when a prank goes off with perfection and give Jack a wink.

[that-one-enby-ranger]

Time to celebrate Freddie by yapping about him. Fuck this going to take a long time.

Alright, first off, amazing fucking singer, I have not heard a person who has a more amazing voice then Freddie fucking Mercury. He was the best at singing, he could play piano, he could play a bit of guitar. He wrote amazing songs a lot of which became massive hits like Bohemian Rhapsody, Save Me, Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy, Somebody to Love, Killer Queen, Crazy Little Thing Called Love and many other ones that I will cry if I hear them start playing in public. And speaking of Crazy Little Thing Called Love, he wrote that in ten minutes in the fucking bathtub, AND I'M PISSED OFF THAT THAT SCENE DIDN'T GET INTO THE MOVIE.

And performing live he was the best. I normally can't sit down and focus on watching one thing for a long time, I usually have to be on my phone at the same time, but when I'm watching Queen concerts I can watch the full thing without needing to look at my phone and without getting distracted because it's just so fucking beautiful. The only times I would want to go on my phone while watching them is to yap about how amazing it is on Tumblr. He was a fucking god when he performed live, and I could enjoy any song if he was singing it, because his voice was purely majestic and amazing. It has been said by multiple people that Queen stole the show, and that is definetely true. Freddie had such a big presence on stage when performed and he could get anyone to sing along with him which is proven by the ay-oh segments and how people sing and dance along to the songs.

And he has other talents outside of singing and piano and all that. He also earned a degree in graphic art and design and can draw really good. He designed the Queen logo himself and it is one of the prettiest logos I have seen, and it has meanings behind it. The fairies is to represent Freddie being a virgo, the lions are Roger and John being Leos and Brian is the crab for Cancer. There's the Q and the crown in the middle for Queen, the pheonix in the back pulling everything together, making it look cool and making them seem as strong as they are, and the crab is on fire to represent Brian being hot as hell (jk. although that should be true). The logo is so fucking pretty and detailed and I am proud to say I have a giant one of it hanging from my wall.

Freddie was really outgoing and exotic on stage and it was amazing, and even though he was still kind of like that offstage, it's known that he was also pretty shy and sweet and I fucking love that. He was unique and strong and headstrong and everything but he was also sweet and kind and shy and insercure about things and I love that because it shows that hes human which he is and sometimes people don't remember that because of how incredible on stage he was. It's something people forget about a lot of celebrities. I don't like that he was insecure about things that I honestly love about him, like his teeth because his smile is so pretty, but I love how it shows that he's just some normal guy with so much talent.

He was so sweet. I heard somewhere that apparently that sometimes he would see on the tv that people were struggling financially he would anounmosulflglyy send them $10'000 or something to help them out. I'm saying apparently because I haven't fact checked it or anything but I choose to believe that because it's really cute and sweet. There was also a story where he got introduced to someone who was with their mum and he was kind of shy and stuff and later he went to a vending machine thing where you can get trinkets and he got one that matches with another one. Then he went back to the mum and gave her one and asked her to give it to her daughter and that IS SO FUCKING CUTEEEE. The girl was so lucky to have a lucky trinket from Freddie Mercury and then had one that matches?! AAAAAA.

He could stand up for himself really well as well despite the fact that he was kind of shy. There was a time when Queen was recording in a recording studio and the Sex Pistols were recording near them. Sid Vicious randomly came into their recording studio and started being a dick and annoying them and all that shit and Freddie went up to him called him Simon Ferocious which Sid didn't like and then pushed him out the door which was amazing. There was another time with a fan when he was eating dinner and a fan came up to him with a piece of paper to sign and a pen and pretty much shoved in his face. Freddie told him to leave him alone because he was eating. When he finished he went up to the fans table and lectured him on not being rude and having manners and then signed the paper for him. Good on him. In my opinion that was the right thing to do. I know other celebrities have done this before but one time there was a fight happening at one of the concerts and he stopped the entire concert to break it up and told them they were ruining the show for everyone.

He is also one of the most determined, strong and headstrong people I have ever heard of as well. Towards the end when he was really sick he told the band to write songs for him to record because he just wanted to keep singing until he died. One of my favourite stories of him is when he was recording The Show Must Go On he was so sick he could barely stand and Brian didn't think he could do it. Freddie told Brian "I'll fucking do it darling," then he had some vodka and finished the song in one go. In my opinion that is one of the best performances he has done just fucking listen to it and you'll see. There's a reason that's one of my fav songs.

He also apparently never complained about being sick and eventually went off of his aids meds because he already knew he was going to die and just accepted it.

He loved cats as well and that's super sweet to me. He had ten cats, Tiffany, Delilah, Miko, Romeo, Tom, Jerry, Dorothy, Goliath, Lily and Oscar. Delilah was Freddie's favourite and he made a song for her. Tiffany's my favourite. He also dedicated his solo album "Mr Bad Guy" to all the cats and cat lovers of the world.

HE LOVES HIS HUSBAND AND IT FUCKING SHOWS. Freddie and Jim got each other rings and called each other husband even though they weren't legally married, and Jim said that one day they got into a fight because Freddie wasn't wearing his ring, and after that day Freddie always wore it and never took it off. One time Freddie was having a party and Jim had work the next day so he went to bed and he was almost asleep when he heard Freddie come in with a group of people he was showing around he heard Freddie say to them, "everyone be quiet, my husband's asleep." Jim also did some woodwork stuff and Freddie would ask Jim to make lots of things, and one time he asked him to make some wooden box thing and he gave it to Jim and in the box was some of the original lyrics from some songs.

He was a really good friend as well. He had some friends that would all call each other drag names and one of those friends was Elton John. Elton's drag name was Sharon and Freddie's was Melina. One time Elton saw a piece of artwork that he liked and after Freddie died he got a package that was the artwork and it was from Freddie. On it is said, "To Sharon from Melina" There might have been more on it but I can't remember. Elton cried.

I was reading and watching some things on Freddie yesterday and there were a lot of people who knew him or met him personally talking about him, and when asked what he was really like, they would all say he was a wonderful, kind, sweet guy.

I love him so fucking much you don't even understand he was one of the most gorgeous human beings to have ever existed. I know I have some irl friends on here but they prob won't read this so I'm just gonna say I love him more than some of my irl friends. Not saying more than the ones on here, but some of them.

Love ya Freddie ❤️

[mar3ggiata]

professional help, c15. The Viper.

simon riley x original character.

trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault, mentions of rape, trauma, sexual themes, swearing, use of alcohol and drugs.

song to listen to when reading this: Don Raffaè, Fabrizio de Andrè

abstract: it's Simon. here I am talking to Jude again, this time it gets too far, the police are involved… no just kidding (I wish someone would just take her away, believe me). also is anyone gonna tell her to stop using this bloody dialect of hers? it sound stupid anyways and I can't understand a word she says. bye.

T'agg ditt Salvo, è venuto a trovarmi a danza, io dovevo mangiare e gli ho chiesto se voleva cenare. Poi avrei portato fuori il cane e mi ha detto che era pericoloso da sola e mi ha accompagnato'. She was in her bathroom in her underwear, painting her toenails while on the phone with Salvo. She usually did this to make her feet seem more normal, she hated the blisters and calluses from wearing pointe shoes. If she didn't hurry up she would be late for work. She told him the Lieutenant had visited her after ballet class and since she needed to eat, she invited him out. Then, he suggested they'd walk the dog together since it was getting late. 'Fra, te non hai capito questo chi è', Salvo insisted. He was very surprised to hear that Lieutenant Riley, the one he briefly met years ago was going out and having dinner with his friend. Going out in general, really. 'Non ha famiglia, glieli hanno uccisi tutti, è una macchina da guerra, io e i colleghi avevam paura.' He told her back before he even met her, he heard stories about him. That a mission had gone sideways for him and his whole family had been killed (she felt terribly bad for asking about it). He told her that he was a killing machine, that him and his teammates feared him. She put away her nail polish. 'Salvo agg capit…Jinx lascia!' She said while trying to get a hold of her dog who stole her slippers. She sensed she was about to leave and decided to make it impossible for her to get ready in peace. She told her friend Simon had been actually nice the night before, she had to give him that. He kept going on saying few ever saw him without his mask on, that it was some kind of unspoken rule and he would get annoyed if someone tried to take it off, that he had survived hell and so on. She didn't tell him he ate a burger in front of her.

She asked if he was married, he said he had never saw him even speak with a woman that wasn't a coworker, that he probably lived a quite secluded life. She said she believed him. It's not a big deal, she said, but he got my fake name. Salvo paused. He won't know about… the other stuff, Alba. You're fine, he can't possibly know. She finished getting ready, and got to the base. She had an easy day ahead, she would start many of her appointments on zoom, some of her patients were deployed all over the world. Christmas is in a few weeks as well, she thought. It made her sad. She remembered Christmas dinners and parties very well in Italy, they had lots of traditions, they used to play board games and drink and eat together… She still did that by herself, unfortunately Jinx didn't know how to play cards. Salvo was still in Korea and she didn't think he would be back in time to see her. He would visit Italy and celebrate there, she thought. She sent him a message on the way to the car, to tell her about his plans for New Years.

She got to the base and when she turned the corner to get to the office she stopped. Simon. In front of her door. Except, she didn't smile this time. One time, I appreciate, two times, you're kind and caring, what's up now? To confirm her thought that something wasn't right, as soon as he saw her, Simon started walking towards her. What did I do now, do I need to run? He was wearing a black tight shirt and cameo trousers, his boots heavy on the ground. He looked scary, she even took a step back when she saw him coming towards her. He was as scary as an avalanche. It was so weird, now he saw him as he really was. A soldier, a man of war. He killed for a living, he wasn't her new little friend. Are you gonna kill me as well?

'Let's go' he said when he approached her. 'What? I have patients', she replied, he went past her at this point and turned the corner. I'm not following you Simon. What is he on about? He stopped when he noticed she wasn't behind him. 'Alba, let's go, you're not working today.' He insisted, and she just got more annoyed. 'No.' She kept a straight face and crossed her arms. 'And don't fucking call me that.' She hissed. She was confused, to say the least. He scoffed and took a step towards her. Why do you have to make things difficult now, I'm just trying to do my job. And yes, I am calling you by your pretty name since I can't get it out of my head. She took a step back, away from him. Was she afraid of him? He felt a burning pressure in his chest. He took a deep breath and relaxed his shoulders to seem less intimidating. Does she think he would hurt her like that other soldier did a year ago? If she only knew how much he thought about her, last night. She couldn't imagine how much time he lied awake, one arm between his head and the pillow, thinking so hard about her he felt his brain melting. Her lashes. Her voice. Her nails, the rosy colour of her cheeks.

'Laswell ordered me to come get you. She wants to see you.' He spoke with his voice soft, gently scrunching down to make up for those 30 centimetres that divided their eyes. Just come with me. He saw her relax, her expression softening. Still, she was frowning in confusion. 'My patients…', she looked like a confused little kid, she looked like when you do your maths homework with your dad at the kitchen table and you're tired and heartbroken and you're not getting any of the maths. He figured bossing her around wasn't really the way to win her heart. 'Already taken care of.' She had a white turtleneck on. With that, her blonde, silky hair, her translucent eyes piercing through his soul, she looked like an angel. She looked like a cloud, like an elf, the Lord of the Rings ones. 'You could have fucking told me earlier.' There she was.

He sighed and took off with her trough the corridor. 'What's going on?' she asked, and he didn't reply. 'If you don't answer I'm gonna fucking scream', she was nearly running, to keep up with him and he quite liked seeing her mad. 'She's gonna tell you.' He quickly glanced down at her. Her makeup looked different but he could not really pinpoint why. It made her whole face look brighter. They walked to Laswell's office, took the lift in silence. She smelled nice. Tangerines, flowers. It was a fresh smell. He opened the door of the office for her. Inside, Captain Price, Laswell, Calvin Klein Handsome Boy and Scotland were in the room staring at her. Her and the Lieutenant behind her. They looked like they were about to yell 'Surprise!' and balloons would appear and they would eat cake. Or they were just waiting for her and Simon to arrive cause they were invited for dinner. Or maybe they were going to play hide and seek until one of them found her and had the pleasure to kill her while the others watched. She felt Simon's presence behind her, she was too concentrated scanning the room but she could swear he gently pushed her back to make her get inside the room. 'Jude, thanks for coming, I'm sorry for making you skip your appointments.' Kate smiled and indicated she sat down at her desk. She was not gonna sit down. She took a step foreword and waited her to speak, her arms stiff at her sides, back straight. What's going on. Why the meeting, why this many people.

'Jude, Ghost told me about your theory. The crater.' Her eyes shot up at the captain, how spoke from beside the window. She looked at him 'Did he?' She whispered, then she looked at Simon, or better in the situation, Ghost, who was standing at her right. He was standing legs spread and arms crossed. Traitor. I told you not to say anything. She was ready to apologise for interfering. She shouldn't have trusted him. She had to change her job for sure, she had to leave again. She messed up too bad this time, she managed to mess up the only good thing about her life… Now this really wasn't a comfortable situation for Simon either. He had some explaining to do. He went to see the captain the night before and told him everything. 'I don't know if she's right to be honest. The crater is there and it's a good natural hiding spot for sure. I don't know if it's good enough intel', he had said. Price had thought for a few seconds. 'Listen Simon, I trust your judgement. I don't want to know where and when you talked to her, but we have a job to do…' he tried to interrupt, but he kept going. 'No, no don't worry, I don't want to know about your personal life, to be honest it would be nice to see you settle down and she really is a nice girl…'

'Sir, I-'

'The thing is, if she's wrong and this was all a little game we could waste time, lose our target and put our men at risk.' He managed to investigate further and found out Jude was right, again. Jude 2 - Ghost 0. He briefed his teammates that morning, who asked how he got that information and in which setting he spoke to Jude, which he replied was classified. They looked at him and they knew he was hiding something. He didn't even want to know what they thought. 'Yes, you see, we have a camp, headquarters near Al-Jareena, a few soldiers are still there. Yesterday night, after I was informed about what you found I sent them in the desert, they stopped…' he got close to the table and indicated the map that was placed in the middle '…about here.' She moved closer to the table. 'I sent two drones ahead. They found the crater, about two miles from where the cars had stopped.' He was typing on the keyboard of a laptop. He showed her the screen, she could see the video tape that the drones had recorded. It was in night vision, she couldn't see well, but the image was mostly clear. He spoke again while the video played. 'You see, there are snipers here… and all the way here…and when they got close to the centre…' he stopped, but she understood.

She could see buildings, tents. A camp. She could see people moving around, she could see a campfire. Guns. Then she spotted it. On the side of a tent. She looked up at the captain, her eyes bright with excitement. She could fucking cry in that moment. The viper print on the tent, eyes bright red. Khorram's troops were inside the crater.

notes: translation: 'Ti ho detto, è venuto a trovarmi a danza, io dovevo mangiare e gli ho chiesto se voleva cenare. Poi avrei portato fuori il cane e mi ha detto che era pericoloso da sola e mi ha accompagnato'. means 'I told you, he came to see me at ballet, i needed to eat and i asked him if he wanted to have dinner. Then I would have walked the dog and he said it was dangerous to go alone and he came with me.' 'Fra, te non hai capito questo chi è' means 'Bro, you don't understand who this is'. Fra is the abbreviated version of 'fratello' which means brother. When two are really close is common to call each other fra, boy of girl we don't care, even because it's a funny word, it's fake gangsta slang. I call my girlfriends fra all the time. 'Salvo agg capit…Jinx lascia!' means 'Salvo, I got it…Jinx let it go'.

notes: one of alba's perfumes is disumano by morph. (disumano means non human).

notes: can you tell I'm back at uni, I'm posting again lol

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[sungbeam]

𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐗! — eight

viii. is that my shirt ?!

2.1k written (omg im sorry)

in which sungchan's so-called plan includes a dash of jealousy, a pinch of friendship, and ... jisung's shirt??

park jisung x f!mc ; humor, mentions of alcohol, swearing, uhm ur wearing jisung's shirt at some point so if u think that's uncomfy...

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a/n: surprise 😭? ik u all probably don't even remember what's going on cuz it's almost been TWO YEARS since the last update,, im sorry btw 😭 anyways, it's only this long bc i was stupid when i outlined this and i had to write more to make my stupid idea not sound as stupid

You could already tell that Mark was given speaker privileges when you pulled up outside the house and you felt the bass pulsing through your car. Your brother Mark had a few different aux cord modes: bass boost, lo-fi hoe, Celine Dion, and just plain stripper. You didn't particularly enjoy the latter because that was your brother (gross), but all of the others were quite enjoyable.

Chaeryeong told you earlier she would be coming with her dance club friends, so you had coerced Sungchan to carpool with you. Well, you actually hadn't needed to do any persuading. He somehow just… asked you. Huh. Weird.

"I didn't even realize I stole this shirt," you told him as the two of you hiked up the front lawn of the house, narrowly dodging a couple giggly boys stumbling down the street. You wrinkled your nose at the distinct "Beatbox" logo written in charmingly messy bubble letters on the front, signifying that one charity event the boys hosted a year ago. The back had been decorated in more pen inked doodles and a scrawl you guessed was close to Mark's. Or maybe it was Jeno's… either way, Sungchan had found it tucked among the rest of your t-shirts and you threw it on with no further complaints.

Sungchan shrugged, holding the door open for you as you both entered into the throes of the party. "You didn't realize you stole my pen that one time."

"A pen is different than a whole damn shirt though."

You glanced over at him to see if you had lost him to the crowd, but you should have known better since he towered almost everyone here. He seemed to have gotten a text from someone, but he was quick to tuck his phone away and search the crowd. "Who're you looking—"

He slung an arm over your shoulders and steered you toward the living room. "No one. C'mon, Mark hyung just asked me to bring you over to the DJ booth. Something about cashing in a song suggestion."

That immediately drew your attention. "I can't believe he remembered."

(And Sungchan couldn't believe he just got away with that. He looked over his shoulder toward the hallway where he saw Jisung's face appear in the crowd, then caught his eyes. Sungchan grinned to himself. It was time to get started.)

When you and Sungchan finally reached the DJ booth, Mark greeted you by handing you his phone. Mark and Sungchan exchanged looks over your head—everything was going perfectly.

"Hey, I'm gonna get us some drinks," Sungchan told you with a reassuring pat on your shoulder. You nodded to him as you scrolled through your song choices, but Sungchan was practically gone.

Not even a few steps away, Jisung appeared before him, his dark bangs hanging in his eyes. "Oh, hey."

Sungchan chirped back at him, "'Sup, man."

Jisung narrowed his eyes just slightly, head cocking to the side. "Is Yn here?"

Sungchan almost laughed at how well this was going. "Yeah, she's back with Mark. I was actually just gonna get her a drink—"

"I can get it," he said, and his eyes widened as if even he was surprised he just said that. He cleared his throat, cupping the back of his neck. "Uh—I mean, I can get all of us drinks. I was actually gonna ask if Mark hyung wanted anything."

Suuuure, Sungchan wanted to say. But he could respect this guy's quick thinking. "Oh, cool. Thanks, dude. I think Mark hyung says he's okay, so it's just Yn."

"Cool." And then he was gone.

As Sungchan turned back to the DJ table, he realized Jisung hadn't even asked Sungchan what you wanted or liked to drink.

When he returned to the DJ table, you threw Sungchan a confused look. "I thought you were getting drinks?"

He shrugged helplessly. "Jisung said he'd get them."

"Jisung?" Now, why in the world…

As if your brain had magically manifested him, you spied Jisung carefully maneuvering through the crowd. In one veiny hand, he clutched the necks of two bottles of some mystery liquor, most likely beer, while he raised a little can of ginger ale into the air over his head as if scared the bodies around him would spill it (yes, spill a sealed can of ginger ale).

You couldn't help but eye his attire—the white tank top beneath a dark bomber jacket, paired with a pair of black jeans. There was a silver chain link choker around his neck, and Sungchan even raised his eyebrows at the way your eyes made a generous sweep of the newcomer's form.

You hated him, huh?

Jisung set the beer bottles on the cleared off space on Mark's table, his eyes meeting yours first. He passed you the ginger ale, "Hey, for you."

You accepted it with a hasty nod. He must have asked Sungchan what you wanted.

"Oh, thanks." You took the bottom hem of the Beatbox T-shirt you wore and swiftly swiped it over the rim of the can, before cracking it open with a satisfying click and hiss.

Jisung clasped the back of his neck instinctually, but when he saw the shirt you wore, he thought offhandedly that you and he could've matched. Not that he wanted to match with you. Definitely not. Why would he want that?

You were probably wearing one of your brothers', but he could've sworn the little doodle on the corner of your shoulder looked… familiar.

Wait.

Wait a goddamn second.

Jisung's eyes widened in alarm.

Sungchan held back a snicker. "Uh, you good, Jisung?"

Jisung coughed, glancing over at Mark in case he had caught him staring, too, but the older Lee brother had already turned the opposite way to speak to Vernon from the SVT fraternity. Jisung popped open his beer bottle, then passed the other to Sungchan. "Yeah, ahem, I'm great. Hey, Yn, is that Mark's shirt?"

Your eyebrows furrowed, and you ducked your head to look at the shirt. "Actually, I'm not really sure."

"Oh really? 'Cause… I… I think it's mine."

You sputtered a laugh. "Good joke."

He grimaced. "Can you… turn around?"

"Turn around? Why?"

If Sungchan's eyes weren't deceiving him, he was certain Park Jisung was blushing.

Jisung sighed, a stressed sound. He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead as he inspected the shirt you wore closer. “Because I would've written my name somewhere on the back,” he mumbled with a wince.

You could feel your face and neck warm after he stated his reason, and in an effort to get this matter solved so he could stop staring at you, you turned around. After a moment of silence, you twisted your head over your shoulder to peer back at Sungchan and Jisung. “See? Not your shirt.”

“Except, it definitely is his shirt, Yn,” Sungchan said, lifting his free hand up to cover his grin.

“What?”

Jisung had gone quiet, eyes widened like twin saucers. Not a thought passed behind those eyes as you attempted to look at your back to confirm exactly what both Sungchan and Jisung were telling you. It was impossible—how in the world could Jisung's shirt appear in your closet?

“Sungchan, is it really his shirt?” You asked your friend, pleading for him to tell you this was all a huge misunderstanding.

Sungchan had the decency to look sheepish. He reached over and gently grabbed your shoulder, pulling a part of the T-shirt edge so you could see. This brought you and him closer together as he pointed out Jisung's name to you.

The movement did not go unnoticed by Jisung, who watched this interaction with a wariness he didn't know what to make of. You were wearing his shirt, and somehow looked… good in it…? His eye twitched—why weren't you as friendly with him as you were with Sungchan? He could totally be a good friend—

Acceptance, swiftly followed by immense embarrassment, swept over you. It seemed it wasn't just Jisung who had gone quiet; neither of you could look the other in the eye.

After stepping away from you, Sungchan's eyebrows arched high as he sipped his beer and his gaze flickered between the two of you. “Well, this is awkward,” he mused unhelpfully.

That was enough to snap Jisung out of his daze. He clasped a hand on the back of his neck. “Would you be more comfortable in one of your brothers’ shirts? I can go grab one for you to change into—”

“Oh, uhm, yeah. I can just go upstairs and raid Mark's closet or something. I'm sure you'd like your shirt back.”

“No—I mean,” he sputtered, “yeah. It's no worries, really, if you don't wanna go through the trouble.”

Sungchan suppressed a screech akin to a pterodactyl. He hadn't thought you two would be this awkward around each other. It all played out a lot differently in his head, but… wait. Where the fuck did you go?

He realized quickly that you and Jisung were no longer right in front of him. Sungchan's head swiveled around nearby to search the crowd for you and Jisung, but it seemed that both of you were nowhere in the vicinity. Maybe you were headed up to swap shirts after all; that made his life easier.

As soon as you'd changed out of Jisung's Beatbox T-shirt and into one of Mark's Justin Bieber tour T-shirts, you prepared to step back out into the party. When you opened the door to Mark's bedroom, you found Jisung right where you'd left him, stationed outside while nursing his beer and holding your can of ginger ale.

“Here's your shirt,” you said to him, drawing his attention to you.

“Ah, thanks.” He traded you his T-shirt for your drink, but still, neither of you could hold eye contact.

For a moment, you racked your brain for something to say to loosen all this tension. “Uhm, you did great at the showcase, by the way. Your performance, I mean.”

Jisung's head perked up. “Oh, you stayed for it?” There was an intonation in his voice just now—you’d actually stayed and you also complimented him? He didn't understand why his heart was rattling around in his ribcage like a stampede of galloping horses, but he guessed it had something to do with the fact that he was pleasantly surprised. Something like pride filled his chest.

You gave a small nod, and if he wasn't mistaken, it almost looked shy. “I did end up staying. The thing I thought I had planned…” you trailed off and you filled the silence with a nonchalant shrug.

“Well, thanks for watching and I'm glad you thought I did well,” he said with a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Was he finally getting through to you? Were you warming up to him at last?

He couldn't help but search your face then in the dim hallway light. Were your eyes always so pretty? There was a small smudge of silver glitter on the side of your cheek that glistened like diamonds, and he recognized it from somewhere on his shirt. It must have gotten into your face while you were changing.

He raised a hand, then froze. “Uh, you've got a little—a little something—” He pointed to his own cheek to tell you where it was.

“Oh!” You used the back of your hand to rub at it, but because glitter never listened the first time, it stayed put. “Is it gone?”

He winced. “No, it's, uhm—right… right there…”

You tried again, and he awkwardly tried to point it out without actually touching your face.

On your fourth attempt, he huffed. “Here,” he muttered, lifting his hand and gently brushing the glitter off.

When he was done, his hand fell back to his side like a dead weight as reality came crashing back. He coughed. “It's gone now.”

You averted your eyes. “Oh, cool, thanks.”

“Anyways, I should probably go put this away,” he said, gesturing down the hall toward his room with the shirt in his hand.

You gave an eager nod. “Right, yeah. I'll just—I’ll see you back down at the party then?”

Jisung bobbed his head in agreement. “Yeah, for sure! See you down there.”

Like two rats, the pair of you scurried away from each other in opposite directions. Even as you were descending the stairs, you threw a look back at Jisung, who was opening his bedroom door at the end of the hallway. Unbeknownst to you, Jisung had tossed you a glance just milliseconds before.

You swore you could still feel the brush of his fingers against your cheek, but it wasn't like it meant anything, right?

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[generalluxun]

In “Copycat”, Marinette stole Adrien’s phone to delete an embarrassing message, but instead, that episode blamed her for not coming to the statue grand opening (even though Chat Noir caused Theo’s akumatization).

I honestly can't pull up the episode in my brain right now, but that fits the pattern.

The phone stealing could be farce humor, I mean it is, except S5 wants us to believe it is PTSD. Either way it's okay because 'Love excuses all things'.

Meanwhile she doesn't meet an expectation someone else placed on her- worst person ever.

And it's the writers doing this.

[fairykazu]

CHAPTER NINE: AN INVITATION

the sun peeked out through the blinds, scaramouche's eyes fluttering open. his hand patted around the bed, as if something or someone was missing. jolting up when he realized that the feline was gone, he looked around, worried. just before he remembered, he wasn't my cat. he's name's cat. but even though, he had only spent a fraction of living with tofu versus tofu with name, he felt like he has bonded with the black kitten.

he sighed, stretching back, noticing a new notification on his phone.

// tofu's (real) parent, name: hey, cat thief!

what the hell? he was just thinking of your cat and you texted him. maybe this is a chance. a universe from the gods even. wait what is he thinking? is he really thinking of using you for your cat?

maybe...

he swiped your notifcations open, he has nothing else to do. well, that's a little mean to say. you were nice enough to even be "co-parents" with him. not to mention, all of his friends are busy and childe's probably be out with yoimiya.

what the hell does she mean by be back??

accept call from unknown number?

he accepted the call. "holy shit." your phone was facing you at first until you flipped it to the ceiling. meows were heard in the background.

scaramouche sat outright on his bed,"what?"

"i didn't think you'd pick up." you replied, nervously laughing.

"well, you said, you have my number, right? is tofu doing alright?"

"well," you propped the camera up, holding tofu. you were probably thankful he gave you a chance to change the topic. "of course, he is. look, tofu, it's the thief who stole you!!" tofu meowed, his eyes gleaming.

scaramouche smiled faintly when he saw the black feline. "hi, tofu... sorry for calling you raven."

tofu seemed to look at him judgmentally, "meow! mew miao."

"that's kind of mean to say, tofu. you don't call people bastards."

scaramouche raised a brow, "do you actually understand what he's saying?"

tofu glared at him as he mumbled a sorry. he can't believe he's getting humbled by a cat. "well, at least, i think i do. i had tofu since i was a kid, y'know? anyway, tofu, it's your day to pick out what place you want to go. we forgot to make content when you were out." you chided your cat. his cat? both of yours's cat?

"meeow."

"cat cafe is the usual but maybe we can change it up. cat thief," do you even know his name? "do you have any ideas where to bring him? where did you bring him?"

"the park? the library?" he suggested. but he noticed the ideas would be shot down by the way you looked at him.

"wouldn't they restrict him from it?" you asked as he waved his hand as an "ehhh" motion.

"not if you have money." he flexed. wait, why is he flexing this? is this arrogant? nah.

he watched your face fall. "YOURE RICH?????"

scaramouche didn't really want you to know his actual background. he was surprised that you didn't recognize him from the raiden industry or whatever his mother's doing. "something from the lines of that." he changed the subject. "so what's a place you haven't went with tofu?"

"anywhere with cats are allowed. i think, we could do that trend of whatever they touch, i'd buy."

"do you have enough money for that?"

"i think so."

scaramouche offered the idea, he might as well go, "i'd come." plus, tofu would be there and you, he guess. you're kind of cute but also tofu would be there.

"REALLY?"

"yeah, can i wear a mask though?"

"of course, whatever makes you comfortable. thank you so much! ill send you the location."

scaramouche waved bye as you ended the call. is it a bit crazy for letting this happen? if this attraction to you turns into something more, he has to end this.

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theres the newest member in the cat cafe you regularly visit after school. hes kind of cute in a cat-looklike way. but then you realize, oh shit thats the thief who stole my cat!!

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[tarastabz]

-You were scared, and so was i

Growing up, Tara was scared of a lot of things.

At 2, she was scared of the dark.

She doesn't have many memories of those moments, but what she remembers is that, a 7 years old sam, once gave her a flashlight (that she stole from her father's garage) to fight the darkness.

At 4, Tara was scared of the monster under her bed.

Sam used to go every single night in Tara's room to "have a talk" with the monster. Tara remembers her words clearly

"it's okay Tar, i talked to the monster. It's a good one. He just wants to protect you, i promise"

And Tara believed her.

At 6, Tara was scared of the mean kids at her school.

Tara remembers how she was making up every excuse not to go to school.

one day her tummy was hurting, the next day Tara was suddenly coughing like crazy, the day after, little tara claimed that her foot was broken and she couldn't even walk.

Her parents even brought her to the doctor, and that's when they caught up on her act.

But Sam was the only one who cared enough to try to understand why her little sister was acting in this *unusual* way.

Tara, up to now, still doesn't know what happened. She just knows that, after telling sam about the mean kids, they've never bothered her again. They even apologised to her and mumbled something about her scary sister.

At 8, Tara was scared of her sister and their mother's screams.

Little Tara didn't know why her father left, didn't know why her big sister was always mad at their mom and she didn't know why sam wouldn't even look at her anymore.

Tara remembers how the fights were becoming more frequent, and each time, the screams were louder. She used to hide in her room, under the bed, where the monster was.

Tara was safe under there.

The monster just wanted to protect Tara.

Sam promised her. And Sam always keeps her promises.

At 14, Tara was scared of being alone.

It was a year since Sam left, 6 years since their father left, and her mother was leaving constantly to go on business trips.

Tara remembers how lonely she was feeling and how scary an empty house could be.

But she had no one to protect her from her fears. Not Sam, not her father, and definitely not her mother.

"You'll never have to face your fears alone babygirl, i promise i will always be here to help you get through them"

And Tara was wrong.

Sam doesn't always keep her promises.

At 18, Tara was scared of dying

How could she forget about that night? That night where everything changed. That night where Tara thought it was going to be her last. That night where Tara almost died at the hands of someone she thought she could trust.

But that's also the night that brought her sister back to her.

It's the night that made sam keep her promise. Sam helped her get through her fear.

Multiple fears, actually.

Her fear of being alone. Gone

Her fear of dying. Gone

Her fear of never being able to be held by her sister again. Gone

They were all gone.

But now, at 20, Tara had a worse fear than all of the ones she experienced while growing up.

Tara Carpenter was scared of herself.

She was sitting on the bathroom floor of their apartment with a bottle of pills in her hand.

Tara wants to end it all. She is tired. Everything is too much. Too overwhelming.

And that's why she's scared, because for the first time, she doesn't fear death.

She doesn't remember the moment she picked up her phone and called a number.

Her number.

The only person who seems to always make her fears disappear.

One ring. Nothing.

Two rings. Still nothing

Three rings. Noth-

"Tara, are you okay? I'm at work and my boss will kill me if he catches me on the phone".

Tara wants to hang up and continue with what she was doing, but she can't bring herself to push the end call button.

"Tara?"

She doesn't want her sister to hear her crying, but she can't stop the sob that comes out after hearing sam's concerned voice.

"Tara, what is going on? Are you hurt?"

"S-sam, please, i'm scared"

"I'm coming."

Before the call ended, Tara heard sam screaming at someone.

it must be her boss.

Tara would've felt bad if her mind wasn't clouded with only one thought.

Sam is coming. Sam is coming to help her. Sam is coming to keep her promise. Again.

"Oh, Babygirl"

She feels 2 strong arms picking her up from the floor.

Tara doesn't know how Sam got at their apartment that fast, and she doesn't care about whatever law Sam must've broken in order to do that.

All she cares is that she's here. And she can finally stop being scared.

Sam is still holding her tightly, and Tara lets it all out.

She sobs for what feels like hours, and sam was still there, holding her tightly without letting her go.

A few hours have passed.

Sam is sitting on the couch with Tara's head in her lap.

"I was so scared, Sam." Tara whispers softly, looking right into her sister's eyes

And so was i

But sam doesn't tell her that. She just continues brushing Tara's hair. "You're okay, i'm here now"

They were going to get through this.

Together.

[finkinthisfrew]

Anything (Pt.4)

A Matty Healy Fanfic

Chapter 4

The next morning I woke to the sound of a doorbell. I looked at my phone surprised to notice that I had slept past my alarm. I rubbed my eyes groggily as I threw on a hoodie to run downstairs and answer the door.

For the rest of the day yesterday, I nursed my now much-improved burn in between daydreaming about Matty. I'd say his name out loud and let the sound of it linger on my tongue, loving how it felt. I thought about the curls that fell across his forehead, the vision crystal clear, as if my heart had memorized his every hair. I felt giddy and inspired, drawing sketches late into the night of pieces I wanted to make that felt the way he had made me feel. 

As I lay down in bed, ready for another couple hours of tossing and turning until I finally could fall asleep, I finally let the fear seep in- what if I was reading into things too deeply? What if I'd made it all up? Maybe he was just a friendly and kind man- that couldn't be too unreasonable to imagine. After all, there was a photo of him kissing the other man. What seemed more unreasonable was the idea that this man could be single- how could someone so sweet and handsome not have a partner? After ruminating on the thought, I finally accepted that I had probably let myself read into his body language too much- I must have imagined him leaning in. After all, I had been the one to lean into him for a kiss. He probably was just waiting for me to leave, not watching the montage of us falling in love as I had been.

The doorbell rang again as I yanked on Matty's hoodie and ran down the stairs in my socks. Skidding to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, I opened the door to find a postman holding a box. The man asked me to sign for the package, and I told him it must be a mistake- I hadn't ordered anything online since I first moved in, and I wasn't expecting any packages from my family or friends.

But I looked down and saw that it was addressed to Anna Burn Victim. I would have laughed if I hadn't been so shocked. My hands shook as I signed for the package and I forced myself to act casual until the door was safely locked behind me and I could bolt up the stairs to rip open the box.

Inside the heavy box were a second box and a small envelope that said Anna in charmingly messy handwriting. I opened the envelope to find a letter in the same handwriting.

Anna,

I hope you don't mind that I stole your address from my Uber history to mail you your apology gift. I know this isn't enough, but I hope it's a start. I also wanted to ask you if you'd like to meet me for a drink at Florence's- it's halfway between both our places. I can't see myself finding anything worth giving you that can even begin to make up for what I did to you, but I don't think a drink at an overpriced pretentious wine bar could hurt. Would tonight at 7 pm work for you? Here's my number: +4479754328967. Let me know.

x Matty

I sat down on my bed in complete shock. I couldn't believe what I had just read. I reread it once more, then again, and again. I let the words sink in, scanning for anything I could have missed that made me misinterpret his letter. When I couldn't find anything I stared out my window, stunned and in silence.

He wanted to see me again. 

I immediately flipped over onto my bed, scrambling towards my phone, too distracted by my excitement to consider playing it cool and waiting a few hours to text him.

Hi Matty, you're just in luck. My burn victim's support group ends at 7 pm tomorrow night, so I'll be free to torture you a little longer with this joke 😘

I could see him start to type his response right away, thankful that he also wasn't interested in playing things cool.

Considering I've had to wait a full 24 minutes since the courier left my place to hear back from you, I think I might also do with joining a support group of sorts- do you know if they have any for lonely and impatient arsonists? 

I giggled out loud and before I could type my response, he'd started typing again.

Btw, don't gorge yourself too much on your treats. Florence has the best charcuterie board in the city.

I scratched my head in confusion. "Oh!" I exclaimed, remembering finally about the box he'd sent with the letter. 

I reached over to pick up the hefty box. Lifting the lid, I gasped at the contents.

There had to be at least 50 cookies from the coffee shop inside. The cookies I'd told him were my favourite. The same cookies that sell out early in the morning every day. The same cookies that the shop doesn't take bulk orders for. 

After staring at the box for too long, I came to, remembering I hadn't responded yet to Matty's text.

WTF HOW DID YOU GET THESE?

I tapped my toe impatiently on the ground as I watched him type. 

I have my connections 😉

Anyways, unfortunately, have to run off- my meeting got rescheduled to today and I should've left a few minutes ago for it. I'll see you tonight, and please make sure to grab me any burn-enthusiast's anonymous pamphlets you see. Enjoy the cookies  x

I was so grateful I'd been sitting because my legs felt like jello. I fell backward onto my bed, my brain spinning. I couldn't wrap my head around what he'd done- what he'd said. This beautiful man had somehow gotten his hands on 50 of the most coveted cookies in all of London, written me a letter by hand, couriered it over to my house, and asked me out. The fact that he'd thought about me at all since yesterday was already enough to send me over without all the other things he'd done.

I lay like that trying to process everything for a long time before noticing that I was ten minutes into my booked studio time. I threw on some jeans, slipped on some splattered Crocs, and grabbed an old crewneck to replace Matty's hoodie with, not wanting to soil his sweater with the clay I'd be working with. I pulled the crewneck over my head and grabbed my keys to run out the door, lost in the thought of what I should wear to my date later that night.

[indzae-mayumi]

Missing Someone

(Nagi x Chigiri friendship fanfic. "Blue Lock" is by Kaneshiro Muneyuki, and illustrated by Nomura Yusuke)

Zantetsu was spouting something nonsense again as he adjusted his glasses, but Kiyora could not be bothered. After their game, the five of them (Zantetsu, Kiyora, Barou, Chigiri, and Nagi) were confined in quarters away from where Rin and his team were. Kiyora was so chill-faced he didn't give a damn about the ways of his teammates. Therefore, Zantetsu pretending to be smart, Nagi and his lazy tendencies, Chigiri's obsession with his hair, or Barou's demanding ways was nothing to him. He'd just have to deal with them, after all. Besides, it was temporary.

But Barou was not Kiyora. He was already annoyed as it is that Chigiri and Nagi, who he had lived with for a longer time after Rin stole Isagi, had left their personal belongings scattered all over their room again. And not to mention, Zantetsu talking about Nagi's tendencies while using idiomatic expressions the wrong way was making Barou angrier than he already was. He wondered when the Second Selection would end so he would not have to live in a pigsty with teammates who could not clean up. If only Rin stole Nagi instead of Isagi...

And while Maid Barou was busy nagging while picking up clothes for laundry, Nagi and Chigiri were lying next to each other, watching on Nagi's phone some previous World Cup games when Messi played against Noel Noa.

"You have enough points now, Chigiri," Nagi said. "Maybe you could exchange it with your phone for a day."

Chigiri smiled in embarrassment. "Yeah, never thought of using my points at all. I could have gotten my phone before and exchanged numbers with Kunigami."

"Yeah, too bad," Nagi replied. "I wish you'd get your phone so we'd exchange numbers."

"Do you have a social media account?"

"I have but I don't use it," Nagi replied. "It's Reo handling my socials because he has a soc-med manager to do that."

"I can understand Reo though. His social media is handled by a manager because he's a local celebrity in his father's corporation, so his image should be handled well. But why would he let a manager handle your account?" Chigiri asked.

"I really don't know," Nagi said as he looked for another Noel Noa video to watch. "Maybe Reo just handled mine by himself. Mendokusai."

"Do you know your password, at least?" Chigiri asked. "So that we can be friends."

"No. Reo does it all," Nagi said, drawling. "What's your number? So I can send you a message and you can save my number afterwards."

"I'm glad you're not lazy with that, at least," Chigiri said before telling Nagi his mobile phone number.

After that, Nagi sent Chigiri a text message, informing the other that it's him.

"I should take out my phone later," Chigiri said. "I should learn how to exchange my points for perks."

"You really should," Nagi said. "Reo did that back in the First Selection, and all of us had comfortable beds for the duration of that ordeal."

"Aww, lucky you," Chigiri said. "We all had to lie down on the floor during that time."

And in the background, Barou was screaming at Zantetsu that instead of spouting off nonsense, they all should study their English lessons just like what Kiyora was currently doing.

"Ha, what's the point? I thought I would not be studying here in Blue Lock," Nagi groaned to Chigiri.

"All right! I love English. I could tutor you if you want," Chigiri cheered as he replied to Nagi.

"English is not my strong point, but if I have plans of becoming the strongest striker in the world, English would come in handy," Nagi said, still looking at his phone.

At the background, Zantetsu was arguing with Barou. Chigiri rolled his eyeballs before stating about the bespectacled guy, "I really can't believe he's that nonsensical."

"Yeah. Interchanged his shirt and pants, and misunderstood the rules for the dorm tag game," Nagi said as he pressed play on the video. "Reo sometimes corrected him, while I gave up doing so."

Sure, the dorm tag game was scary, but Chigiri still managed to escape the ball. But he had been looking for ways to get out of Blue Lock and get some closure with his soccer career. Had he been the "it," he would not pass the ball to anyone and just let the time end and had himself locked off. But Zantetsu not understanding the rules of the game was hilarious in itself. So Chigiri laughed. But he realized Nagi was staring at him.

"Nani? Is something on my face?"

"I will not wonder why you say Kunigami said he is fond of you," Nagi told him.

The mention of that made Chigiri blush. He knew he had told it to Barou and Nagi once before Zantetsu and Kiyora joined, but it still made him shy.

"Eh? Doushite?"

"Because you laugh like one of Reo's fan girls," Nagi said in his usual deadpan manner.

"Oy, baka, I am not a girl! Why does everyone here thinks I am a girl?" Chigiri asked.

"Because you look like one," Nagi said. "And sometimes act like one."

And Chigiri pouted cutely, which reminded Nagi of Reo's fan girl who got dejected when Reo told her that he's hanging out with Nagi to play soccer with him.

"But I am badass, dude!" Chigiri retorted, still with a cute frown.

"Only in the field, dude," Nagi shot back playfully. "Don't deny that you like him. It's obvious."

So Chigiri gave up. There's no arguing with it comes to the lazy white-haired beanpole. Nagi shrugged and said that someday, the hero and the princess will reunite.

"How about you?" Chigiri asked. "Do you miss Reo?"

Nagi paused the vid they were watching and turned to Chigiri with sad eyes.

"Yes. I would be lying if I say I don't miss him," Nagi explained, his eyes almost becoming cloudy. "I am not emotional, but Reo is making me."

"I could see that," Chigiri said. "After all, both of you attended the same school and are in the same team."

"No one wanted to make friends with me. Not that I mind. But Reo was seriously the first person who befriends someone as lazy and unmotivated as me," Nagi said. "Not in my wildest dreams would I ever imagine that my best friend is someone who is filthy rich. And Reo is not selfish when it comes to sharing with me the luxuries that he enjoys."

Chigiri smirks, "That sounds like a drama trope. A super rich guy falling head over heels for an ordinary girl."

"Yeah, looks like it," Nagi said. "I once explained it like that to Isagi, but he could not totally understand it because he watches shonen anime."

"But Reo is totally a different level, you know?" Chigiri said. "I mean, when you said that his otou-san hired a powerhouse high school soccer team to have a practice game against you, it felt like those in dramas where a rich mother-in-law uses all her influence and her money just to separate her son from the love of his life. I could not believe hearing it in real life and from someone I know here in Blue Lock. I swear, when Kunigami and I were with Reo, I totally forgot he was the son of a very rich man."

But of course, Chigiri never shared to Nagi that time when he and Kunigami caught Reo pulling out toothbrush bristles while playing something similar to "He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not." That would creep Nagi out.

"Despite Reo's otou-san being meddlesome, I am envious because his parents look out for him. Mine never cared if I attended school... or if I am still alive."

"Poor you," Chigiri said. "Do you know how happy I am to have met you? I now have friends who I can play fast-paced soccer with."

"I am also happy to have met everyone like Reo and me, despite Zantetsu's baka tendencies and Maid Barou's nagging."

"Who you calling Maid, huh?!?!?!?!" Barou shouted from the background as he threw a pillow at Nagi.

But it was Kiyora, who was silently and diligently studying English, who got hit with the pillow. Maid Barou did not apologize. He still hated being called 'Maid Barou' that he still addressed Nagi as 'Mr. Bothersome.'

"Ora, you committed a grave sin against Kiyora-kun!" Nagi told Barou. "Be on your knees and kowtow your deepest apologies to him, Fake King."

"Nandato!!!!! You making fun of me, huh?! Mr. Bothersome??" Barou growled very angrily.

"Can everyone let me live in peace?" Kiyora, in his deadpan voice, asked as he stood up to sit by the corner. He just wanted to study without interruptions.

"Can we eat our lunch now?" Nagi said to Chigiri. "So that Maid Barou can have all his time to clean our room."

"Nandato?" Barou errupted.

****

Zantetsu joined Nagi and Chigiri in eating lunch so that Maid Barou could clean the room. Later, Chigiri noticed that while he and Zantetsu already finished their food, Nagi was still halfway through his meal.

"Can I eat your steak?" Zantetsu asked Nagi.

"Why do we have to eat?" Nagi complained. "I wish Reo's otou-san will fund a scientist to make an over-the-counter stomach opener so that I could just zip my stomach close and open and put food inside. Chewing is a hassle."

As he pushed his tray towards Zantetsu for the latter to continue eating his food, he complained to Chigiri.

"I wish Reo were here to give me a piggyback. Or someone like Isagi who will pull me around," he complained.

Chigiri smirked. It was known to everyone in Building 5 before that Reo piggybacked Nagi. And during the earlier stage of the Second Selection, it was Isagi who would pull Nagi around for meals despite the fact that Barou could do the job because he was muscular and could piggyback Nagi.

"If Kunigami were here, he'd do that for you," Chigiri sighed.

"Who's Kunigami?" Zantetsu asked lackadaisically. "Was he that very tall guy with silver bun and very wide eyes and looks like he spaces out all the time?"

Chigiri grimaced. Who in the world was Zantetsu talking about? And it hit him that Zantetsu was describing someone else.

"No, not him. That's Gagamaru. Kunigami is that hot guy with orange hair," Chigiri complained.

Nagi smirked even though he was tired. Seriously, Chigiri described his former teammate as someone hot.

"Hot guy? The one with shark teeth?" Zantetsu asked.

"That's Raichi! Never mind. I'm not telling you anymore who's who," Chigiri said.

"Ah yes, your friend Kunigami would make for a nice automobile to carry me around when I am tired," Nagi said

He remembered that incident at the public bath because Isagi was talking with a ginger-haired guy aside from Chigiri. He remembered thinking how muscular the other guy was, and how the other man's physique was a plus factor when holding the ball in their team's possession. No wonder Barou wanted the other guy in their team. And Nagi suddenly flopped his head on the dining table.

"Oy, seriously?" Chigiri asked. "This lazy child. Nagi, I can't carry you. Just stand up and I'll drag you to our room."

Nagi sluggishly stood up and let the pink-haired guy hold his hand. Chigiri admonished Nagi for not eating properly, which made him so weak, tired, and sleepy all the time.

"What nourishment do you ever get?" Chigiri said. "When you play so actively in the field, it really looks like you are eating healthy."

Nagi yawned as he allowed Chigiri to hold his hand and lead him. He was not in the mood to really walk.

"Aw, shucks, my bad. I should have let Zantetsu piggyback me to our room," he said.

Chigiri just laughed, "Just let him finish eating. After all, he's eating your leftovers. He's doing you a favor, you know?"

Chigiri suddenly remembered the time he told Kunigami that the ginger-haired guy should piggyback him as well if he would injure his knee so that they could score a goal. He was somehow envious that Nagi got to be piggybacked while he hadn't experience how that felt like as a high school student.

As they approached their room, Barou and Kiyora went out of the room for lunch.

"Oy, I really made our room extremely clean. Don't play trap again, and definitely not my shoes," Barou told the pink-haired guy.

"Haiii," was Chigiri's lazy reply.

"Why are you dragging Nagi like a child?" Barou asked.

"Because we are friends," Nagi said as he pouted.

"Whatever," Barou grumbled as he and Kiyora headed to the dining hall.

****

By the time Chigiri entered the room, he carefully aided Nagi on his bed so that the latter could comfortably settle down. Nagi flopped on his belly, took out his phone, and started tinkering.

"Have I told you about Choki?" Nagi asked Chigiri as he showed the pink-haired guy a photo of his cactus.

Chigiri laughed. Nagi was just so weird. "You haven't. You have a name for your cactus?"

"I guess it's just the same as having a name for a pet dog or pet cat. Or pet sugar glider," Nagi said before he continued. "He's with Ba-ya now. I hope Ba-ya waters him not that frequently."

"Who's Ba-ya?" Chigiri asked.

"She's Reo's faithful servant and chauffer."

"Reo's living the life, I guess," Chigiri sighed.

"Do you know he has a whole floor for himself? And a whole building by his family?"

"Ha! I can only wish," Chigiri said as he lay down nex to Nagi on the latter's bed.

"And do you know that Ba-ya has the nose of a witch?" Nagi asked.

Chigiri laughed heartily. What did Reo see in Nagi aside from the latter's amazing trap skills? Probably, there's more to that as far as Reo was concerned, but Nagi was so fun to be with. Before Zantetsu and Kiyora were with the team, the two of them would gang up on Barou because the latter was so hot-tempered.

"Reo might get pissed off if his faithful servant is called a 'witch,'"

"But she has a really long nose like a witch," Nagi replied innocently.

This time, it was Chigiri who stared at Nagi. "You really miss Reo, do you?"

Nagi turned off his phone and turned around to lie on his back.

"Hai. But being free from him is also a nice change of pace," Nagi said. "I was used to being left alone, and then suddenly, someone cared for me. It's nice, but Reo could be over the top. Just because he found me, he did not have to mold me like he wanted just for us to fulfill our dream together."

"It's the first time I hear you say it," Chigiri said.

"I kept it for a long time. I would be dishonest if I say that the look on his eyes when he slapped my hand away at the public bath, or when he looked at me when our team chose you, did not affect me at all."

"Hmmm.."

"I was hurt because he was so nice to me," Nagi said. "I started seeing soccer as fun, thanks to him recruiting me. But he did not have to be so bitter as to bitch on me choosing Isagi. I needed to change in order to be better. This is Blue Lock, after all."

Chigiri remembered that incident at the meeting when Reo mentioned he'd not choose Nagi should they win so that Nagi will feel his pain. Kunigami had told him not to get too emotionally attached because the team also involved him and Chigiri. The red-haired guy wondered if Nagi was just too logical and cannot read social cues, or if he could just not tell his feelings properly.

Ah, an introverted man, that's what Nagi was, Chigiri realized.

"I could not look at Kunigami as I walked away," Chigiri confessed, his chest tightening when he remembered that incident. "It hurts me too because we made a pact together, and we could not even be together to fulfill it. I could not stand hearing him so bitterly as I went to your side. I am wondering when I can see him again."

Nagi bit his lower lip pensively. He wanted to get away from Reo, hoping the two of them would grow up apart so they could be together later. And here was a friend who hoped with all his heart to stay with a friend until the end to fulfill their wish together.

But this was Blue Lock. Your closest friend would be your rival eventually. And the system was bringing friends away from each other.

"He was always so patient with me even though he could not understand me at times. And he liked hanging out with me," Chigiri said. "Everyone in Team Z knew that. That's why I regretted not getting his phone number even though we spent so much time together during the three-man team."

Regret. That feeling Chigiri greatly felt inside the facility. Nagi did not regret telling Reo what he wanted to do because he did not want to regret not doing his best.

"Where do you live now, Nagi?"

"At the school dorm. By myself."

"Aww, poor you," Chigiri crooned. "Someday, I will bring you to my house. You, Reo, Bachira, Isagi, and Kunigami, if I could get his number. My okaa-san loves cooking, and she cooks really well. We could also hang out in my room, around the kotatsu."

Nagi felt envious. His friend was excitedly talking about his mother, and he wished he could do the same. He imagined the delicious food that Chigiri's okaa-san would cook, and he imagined them friends around the kotatsu. That should be nice. As the others would be chatting while munching in snacks, he would wrap his side of the futon and lie down to sleep. Ah, no wonder he and Chigiri are friends.

"I really miss the time when I would read my sci-fi novels while sipping tea and relaxing in my kotatsu," Chigiri gushed dreamily. "I also wish I have my own black cat to cuddle with."

"You like cats?" Nagi asked.

"Hai! They are cute! But I like black cats more. Probably I could decorate them with jewelry so their fur will look like the night sky with stars."

"You don't really look like it, Princess," Nagi said. "Despite you trash-talking people in the field, or running at top speed for your goal, but out of the field, you seem to be a homebody."

"Yeah, that's why I enjoy watching videos with you. The book I have when I came here was confiscated by that woman with Ego-san. What's her name?"

"Can't remember, sorry," Nagi said. As if to remember something, he told Chigiri, "Will you really let me visit your house once we get out of here?"

"Sure!" Chigiri said cheerfully. "We can hang out lazily in my room. Turtle and cat, how does that sound?"

"That sounds nice," Nagi said. "For once, I want to try having a friend who does not talk all the time. Because a lot of times, Reo does."

"Now, now, don't talk about at Reo like that," Chigiri told him. "He's still your best friend, after all."

"I know... but I can't help it... But will you also let Kunigami in your room if me or the others will not come to your house?"

Chigiri replied with a shy smile, "Of course. He's my closest friend here in Blue Lock. We love chatting about anime and other different stuff, though I cannot relate to his talks about muscles. But we probably could do things on our own silently in my room. He'd work out while I read my novels."

"That's cute," Nagi remarked. "But I really am looking forward to hanging out with you in your house. I want to meet your okaa-san."

Chigiri rubbed Nagi's hair as he remarked, "You must be very lonely."

"Before Reo, I was. But I am happy now, thanks to friends I meet here in Blue Lock... And because of Reo."

"Yeah, it shows," Chigiri said. "Reo holds a special place in your heart."

Nagi stretched out his limbs as he yawned. He had not eaten a lot, and the room was cold, but he really wanted his nap by now.

"Ah, I wish the Second Selection would not end yet," Nagi said as he yawned. "I want to sleep more."

"Okay, just close your eyes for your noon nap. I'll arrange my care kit," Chigiri said as he got up from Nagi's bed.

The pink-haired guy went back to his bed and grabbed his care kit to arrange his stuff. It used to be so disarranged until Isagi arranged the contents for him. Now, it became a habit of his to arrange it like Isagi did. As he silently kept himself busy, his thoughts flew back to his orange-haired friend. The thoughts made him warm, bittersweet, and sad.

"Where are you now, Rensuke? Are you still fighting hard to get here too? I can't wait to see you again. I want to see you... I want to hang out with you again. There's so many things I want to tell you. And honestly, it's only Nagi here who's a pleasure to talk with. I remember those lazy times when we'd hang out on your bed or at the gym, and we would talk about crazy stuff. I wish I could invite you to my room so we could watch 'One Piece' and 'Shingeki no Kyojin' together. Or we could hang out at a kombini or at a coffee shop. I miss you so much, Rensuke."

Nagi, meanwhile, put an arm on his eyes to cover his face from the light in the room. As he started to slumber, his thoughts flew back to how Reo looked when he told the purple-haired guy that he was tired of caring what Reo thought. His chest started to tighten at the memory, and he did his best to not let some tears fall as he started to sleep.

"Reo, there's a lot I want to tell you. Over and over, my heart is filled with regrets much as it is filled with hope. I hope to get stronger so that we can play together again. I regret not explaining it to you properly, or how we should set our expectations right because we are here in Blue Lock. If I could have it any other way, Reo, if I could have loved soccer earlier just like you, if Blue Lock did not exist and we continue playing for our school, I will never leave you like this. Talking with Chigiri here is my sense of peace because he lets me be lazy, and I enjoy spending time with him more than our other team members now. Reo, where are you now? I hope you are fighting as hard as me to get out of Second Selection. I want to see you again. I want to talk to you again. I want to hear your chatty voice. I miss you, Reo. I miss you so much, but I cannot show it."

--end--

[nineteenthmay]

Something that bothers me about a lot of Dair stans and is part of the reason why I don't like Dair as much (even though apart from the fandom I realized on rewatch Dan and his ships are more problematic than I thought) is how they co-otp Serena's abuse from Chuck and pretend to care about the issue and her when they generally don't care as much or are ignorant but ignore how emotionally abusive Dan was to her by verbally degrading her, especially later, and will hate on her outside of that and act like the abuser was all her and exaggerate how good he is cause he comes off better than Chuck. They also lie so much about canon that I've had to distance myself to keep brain cells. Like for instance they often claim Serena in 6x4 said Dan enjoyed being part of the sex tape even though she used present tense and was talking about him enjoying writing slanderous articles about close ones:

S: Wow, I can't believe I ever loved someone who could write such awful things about his friends and family.

D: Right, 'cause you were thinking about my feelings when you made that sex tape.

S: You know what? The worst part is you actually seem to be enjoying it.

They also ignore that Dan committed a sex crime by posting a picture of Serena's tits being visible when they were 15 and the few that do acknowledge claim he can't be blamed for it cause it's OOC for his character and "Gossip Girl reveal" was a last minute decision while blaming Serena for the sex tape which can easily be argued as OOC, which I believe to be less in character than Dan. That logic is faulty to me cause Dan slept with a girl that he knew roofied her multiple times while already drunk and tried to have an adult force himself on her and record a sex tape that she tried to blackmail her over. Yeah after Serena found out they had sex at NYU she told Dan she was ok as long as he's happy and keeping her at a distance cause Georgie had issues but he got his dick wet the first time without finding out Serena's feelings. And he was a serial cheater so cheating again was unsurprising. But because he committed a sex crime with the picture I'd say whatever sex he had with Serena before she found out about GG was dubious consent as argued for the sex tape case but I've never seen anyone call out fuckboy Dan for the questionable consent. Also Dan was said to kiss her while giving her wine in 3x22 despite the emotional state she was in because of being in a low place with her dad and family, Nate, Jenny, etc and the fact that he knew in addition to her mental health she had a history of substance abuse and poor decision making or getting taken advantage of by adults under those circumstances that she often agonized over and I feel it's worth mentioning that Serena was the first and also more in expressing guilt over what happened that Dan was quick to take personal offense and even while guilty and depressed she tried to reassure him. I don't understand how Dair fans can claim Chuck/Jenny was noncon because of her emotional state when Chuck was in a similar state (it'd be more credible if that wasn't the case) but ignore that Dan was mentally stable unlike Serena when he kissed her and immediately flirted when she showed regret. They also lie that Serena made him drink even though I doublechecked the ep and she never asked or told or handed him a drink; he was already shown drinking cause it was a party. What Serena did was bad, but unlike him who posted her picture for the world she had the decency to delete the video although Georgina unfortunately stole her phone and found it in her recently deleted and was shamed before and after the tape was released and she apologized to Blair the tape and admitted she "acted really badly" out of insecurity. She should've apologized to Dan too but then again he didn't apologize to anyone for the picture and romanticized it as getting power to move up and had the moral high ground the whole time and said Serena manipulated him as if he didn't manipulate her and he barely called out Georgina after she released the tape but tormented Serena and acted like she was the biggest attention whore. Found it weird how Dan was happy he was getting female attention from the tape while Serena wasn't happy about being hypersexualized over his GG post. I like Serena better cause she didn't act like she was morally superior to him while hiding her skeletons to him. Dan is a terrible boyfriend, terrible brother, and terrible writer and I don't like Chuck either, but I hate how fans shame others for who they like and act like Dan is a better person than he actually is.

I assume that this the same message split in two parts, so I put it together. :)

What can I say? I think those dair fans you discuss here have some alternative series going in their head, they don't understand what they watch, they don't understand the characters and they only care about their own fantasies that have little to do with the actual series. It's useless to argue with these folks and I can only recommend to ignore them and enjoy what you like.

Obviously I like Chuck better than Dan for many reasons. One reason is that Chuck had more character development than any other character and his character demonstrated uplifting trajectory. I think it's often forgotten that Gossip Girl is a coming of age story, when we first meet the main characters they are teenagers and by the end of the story they are adults in their early twenties. By the rules of the genre, they are supposed to have issues, to make mistakes, to learn along the way, to grow up, to mature, to fix their issues. And Chuck did just that. He owned his wrongs and mistakes, admitted them, learned from them, felt remorse, worked on his issues, and that all helped him to make his life better, to grow up, to become more stronger, mentally more stable and to not repeat his wrongdoings. If we compare Chuck in Season 1 and Chuck in Season 6, we can see the difference and how much he has matured, like we don't see him doing anymore desperate and crazy actions he was prone to do earlier under similar circumstances.

With Dan it's opposite. His story, for me, is about moral degradation. Like, Dan, although not without his flaws, in Season 1 is more likable, than older Dan in Season 6 where he throws temper tantrums left and right and blames everybody but himself for his troubles. And don't even get me started with Dan's career as Gossip Girl. I don't accept the argument "the Gossip Girl reveal was random and ooc and we will ignore it", first, because I don't think that making Dan Gossip Girl was a random decision, second, because however poorly it was executed, Dan being Gossip Girl is the series' canon and should be taken into account discussing his character. But even without the Gossip Girl matter (for which, btw, he didn't feel any remorse or regret, but instead congratulated himself smugly in the finale like for a well-done job), Dan had plenty of flaws, wrongdoings and mistakes. But more often than not, and the series nearing its end, he refused to admit them. Like that bit of a dialogue between Serena and Dan regarding the sex tape is actually very characteristic to Dan. Did Serena wrong by filming them having sex? Yes, she did, she shouldn't have done that. Does it make ok Dan writing those articles? No, it doesn't, Dan is doing wrong as well. Furthermore, Serena didn't force him to have sex with her, it was his decision as well. Yet, Dan refuses to take any responsibility for it and admit that he did wrong regardless of what Serena did, and shifts all responsibility to Serena. He has a very similar dialogue with Blair too in 6x05 when the sex tape is revealed, making Blair to realize that he is a total hypocrite and it's better to be alone than with him (btw, it was not the first time Blair calling out Dan's hypocrisy, she did it in Season 2 finale too).

Dan envied Upper Eastsiders for their wealth, privileges, and power and wanted to be a part of their world while considering himself morally superior to them, he was self-righteous, he lacked self-reflection and tended to exploit people around him for his writing purposes without any remorse. I find it hard to sympathize with him in the end.