#I just am excited for the new bullshit excuses for why hes not.

[o-sunny-day]

Me n my sister when the chapters release…

IM SO EXCITED we play rpg games like this all the time like Omori n Night In The Woods, where we voice the characters and WE DID THAT FOR UNDERTALE BACK IN 2016, SM FUN, THEN DELTARUNE CHAPTER 1-2, AND IM JUST SO EXCITED TO DO THAT AGAIN!!! Cause tbh we’re running out of fun voice acting games….

We trade off who voices who so much cause we love em all BUT i usually do Ralsei, and she does Susie. Then I Noelle, her Berdly, I Toriel, her Asgore and Sans, fun stuff all ‘round

We go to war over who voices Jevil and Spamton HBCDBHDEHNS Oh yeah and she does Lancer, I do everyone else + Lancer when hes talking to his dad, she does Kings stuff. And she also does Queen.

I gotta make a list of things to do when the chapters come out like omfg there are going to be GOOGLE DOCS GALLOR. Notes of my thoughts on specific parts, theories, objectives, MORE NOTES ON MY THOUGHTS like those are fun to look back on after. These were my notes after the finale to Act 1 of Arcane

ahh…good times.

[rallamajoop]

More random details from the depths of RE8

With the excuse of trying some shiny new mods, I've been replaying RE8 lately for the umpteenth time. Given the number of hours I've already poured into this game, you'd really think there'd be nothing left to find by this stage ‒ yet here I am, finding still more details I'd somehow missed the first half-dozen times through.

For one, there's the fact you can actually find Eva's grave in the graveyard outside the church. As the only photo we ever see of her shows her as a baby, I'd assumed she was still a baby when she died, but turns out, she was ten years old.

"Eva, June 1909 ‒ August 1919

May you slumber for only a short while"

As expected, her death of the Spanish flu took place in 1919. There's some semi-legible text on the stone, but it doesn't match the caption ‒ it's just the same generic filler text you'll find on half the gravestone assets in this game.

For another, there's Rose's baby monitor. I'd noticed Ethan turning the thing on when he puts her to bed, and even found the assets for its screen ‒ but since I'd never found the monitor itself, I assumed they must be unused.

Until this playthrough, when suddenly I'm just like, oh, there it is, sitting right on the table. You can even interact with it!

How did I miss this so many times? It is pretty easy to overlook, given you'll trigger the cutscene with Mia if you go much closer to the kitchen, but I'm still surprised I never spotted it before. (And you do have to wonder if there was ever any plan for it to show a glimpse of something more sinister than just a still-image of Rose sleeping.)

In other minor details, there's the bit where Ethan arrives on the outskirts of the village at 8AM. You can hear a clock striking 8 times as you get your first view of area.

Granted, this is not going to excite anyone who hasn't spent as long as I have putting together an hour-by-hour timeline of everything that happens in this game, but I still do love that they give you enough detail that that's even possible ‒ and this new timestamp fits right into that timeline. (And why yes I have just gone back and updated that post, what do you take me for?)

Speaking of assets I thought were unused, you know that hidden room under the castle you can't get into until later, where you have to solve a puzzle that involves setting a moroaica on fire? Have you ever looked closely at the tapestries decorating this place? Because I found them in the game files ages ago, and have been trying to figure out if they're actually in the game ever since.

Because seriously, look at these things!

Yes, that is a indeed a man with a sword and spear, wearing a hoplite helmet and sandals and nothing else. And the women seeing him from the front seem to be having a whole range of reactions to all that, er, weaponry being brandished their way. Isn't fine art wonderful?

Another asset I'd innocently assumed was unused is this wonderful bit of bullshit which was labeled simply 'antibow'. It wasn't until I took a long look at it that I realised what they meant was more like 'anti-B.O.W.', as in Bio-Organic-Weapon.

Yes, that is indeed a knife taped to some kind of grenade. Sure is one high-tech outfit we're working with here!

Only now do I spot that this is actually the bomb Chris chucks at the Megamycete in the cavern. It doesn't even come with the knife already attached, he just kind of sticks the knife onto the bomb and presumably straps some tape around them while the camera cuts away.

I still have so much more to share from my ongoing free-camera adventures, but I think we'll leave this one there for today.

[deathbyyoongx]

everytime; chapter 5 — myg

╭ chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, ...

╭ word count: 6.6k

╭ summary: Everyone knew Min Yoongi as the guy who wouldn't say no to a nice pair of tits. His cocky attitude and stunning looks made it hard for most girls to resist. And even though you would like to say you're not like the others in that aspect, you unfortunately happened to be his ex. But even though you despised his guts for the last 3 years or so, he somehow managed to find himself a way between your legs on one semi-drunk night.

╭ pairing: fuckboy!yoongi x ex!reader

╭ genre: smut, angst, bit of fluff, more smut

╭ warnings: enemies to fwb, dom!yoongi, sub!reader, jealous ex!jungkook, bestfriend!jimin, hate sex, yoongi has a degrading kink but so does yn, brat taming, hair pulling, spitting, slapping, hickeys, choking, unprotected sex (STAY SAFE GUYS!), creampie, praise kink, hand kink, possessive yoongi, sexual content ofc, mentions of drinking, ...

╭ author's note: this fic is inspired by the song everytime by ariana grande. I also recommend using the chrome extension InteractiveFics for a better reading experience ;)

I know it's been a while since I updated this fic, but when I tell you a lot happened with me this year, I really mean it lol. But hey, I'm back :) <3 I haven't reread this chapter, so there may be typos.

03/08/2023

“Taehyung has been snoring the whole night, I can’t.” Jimin complained as he took another bite of his sandwich.

“I’m sorry I have a stuffy nose.” Taehyung pouted, his mouth still full of food.

Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin have been roommates ever since college. At first, they shared a place to cut the budget of their rent, but now they are just too lazy to search for something else. Even though, I think they enjoy living together and just use it as an excuse now.

Jimin took a sip of his drink. “Jungkook slept through the night though.”

Taehyung waited for you to add something to the conversation, but he noticed your absent mind ever since you guys lunched together. “You don’t seem excited to see us.” He frowned.

You snapped out of your thoughts, quickly shaking your head in disagreement. “I am just-“ You couldn’t find words to add.

“I see you recovered quickly from being sick.” Jimin said, lips curled into a smirk, making it very clear to you that he knew it was just bullshit.

Taehyung took a bite of his sandwich. “Yeah, I heard you were very sweaty.” He said innocently, not knowing the underlining truth behind Jimin’s comment.

“I…was indeed, yes.”

Jimin thought for a second, wondering if he should say what he was about to say. “I don’t want to be that guy, but you should really talk with Jungkook. The guy has been very on edge lately.”

Of course, Jungkook again. “It’s not my fault he’s like that.” Even though it felt like it was though. And the more you started to think about it, it really felt like your fault.

“Yeah, I know. But the least you could do is text him a ‘leave me alone’ instead of not responding at all.” Jimin explained. Ever since Hoseok’s party, You started to respond very drily or not even at all to Jungkook’s texts. You really had no good excuse as to why you’ve been so absent lately, especially since Jungkook knew your work schedule. ‘You’ve never been so busy, do you have a new hobby?’ Areone of the things he would ask you. Sometimes you just wanted to text him a quick and short ‘shut up’, but that would just add more fuel to the fire.

He had a point.

“I will.” Even though you said you would, you were still not sure if you’d actually do it. Jungkook had the habit to keep asking questions and you were not a great liar. And the more he’d ask, the more suspicious he’d get about what truly happened that night.

Taehyung noticed that there was a lot on your mind. “If you want to, you can come over to our place tonight. We’re going to watch that weird movie that Jin has been suggesting for the last few weeks.” He suggested, hoping it would get your mind off of things for a moment.

However, his question made the nerves kick in. “I-uhm can’t.” Clearing your throat as you said that, before taking a quick sip of your water.

Jimin narrowed his eyes, feeling a bit suspicious. “How come?”

Help me find the right excuse, someone. “I have uhm-plans.”

“Why are you stuttering so much?” Taehyung asked innocently as usual.

“With whom?” Jimin asked, but his gut feeling already knew with whom.

You just started to play with the leftover food on your plate, twirling it around with your finger like a toddler, not looking at either one of the boys. “Just…someone.” The silence after you denied to give any more information became a bit too unbearable for you. You sighed and looked up to look at them. “You’re not letting me leave until I tell you, huh?”

“Of course not.” They said in unison.

You hesitated for a sec. “Just don’t go around telling everyone, alright?”

“Come one y/n, we’re not teenagers anymore.” Jimin said to convince you.

“Okay…”It’s no big deal, right y/n? You’re just going out with your ex, nothing wrong with that. “I’m going out with Yoongi tonight.” The painful silence after that statement was killing you.

Shit.

“Wait…” Jimin said as his mind started to connect the dots. “So the guy you hooked up with the night of Hoseok’s party was Yoongi?!”

Taehyung almost choked on his drink. “They hooked up?!” He then thought for a second. “I’m surprised, but also, I’m not.”

“Are you guys going to get back together?” Jimin asked, almost sounding concerned. You low-key started to regret your confession.

What was your answer to this question? “No, I don’t think so-“ The question seemed to linger around your head. Were you? Was that what you wanted? Would Yoongi even want to get back together? I mean, the man can’t seem to keep it in his pants. Think about all those girls who probably have an unrequited crush on him, they would all pray for your downfall. And most importantly, Jia, how could you go back to work if she’d found out?

Confusion spread over Jimin’s face. “What do you mean you don’t think so?”

You were starting to get fed up with these questions which where you did not know the answers to yourself. “Look, Yoongi doesn’t seem to be interested in a relationship right now,” You say slightly annoyed. “Or so I’ve heard.” You noticed Taehyung and Jimin looking at you with a doubtful look. “And I can live with that.” You reassured.

“Can you though?” Taehyung asked a bit skeptical.

“Look if I get my heart broken it won’t be anyone’s fault but mine.” They noticed you started to get more and more defensive by the second.

“You’re out of your mind.” Jimin added.

A worried gaze started to appear on Taehyung’s face. “Does Jungkook know?”

“Of course he doesn’t.” You said defeated. “I’m not obligated to tell him.”

Taehyung and Jimin exchanged a worrisome glance at one another before turning back to you. “Look I get where you coming from, but he won’t take it that way.” Jimin explained.

“I know.” Ever since that night, a feeling of dread started to eat you up from the inside. You felt guilty, even though you shouldn’t. You told Jungkook multiple times you were just friends, but people continue to be protective about his feelings. But what about your feelings? “I’ll just…tell him myself. He needs to hear it from me you know.” You said defeated. Taehyung nodded in agreement, but Jimin just gave you an awkward smile, knowing this won’t end well.

What have I done to myself?

Work stalled and the only thing you could focus on was the ticking sound of that dreadful clock. Yoongi was planning to pick you up from work after your shift, but the idea of Jia still walking around on the work floor made you nervous as hell. How were you going to explain to her that her casual fuckbuddy used to be your boyfriend and that ever since a few days ago, you started seeing him again? The more and more you started to think about this situation, the more fucked it seemed to be. The clock hit 5 ‘o clock, which meant it was your time to head home. You quickly checked if you missed anything on your to-do list before checking out. You quickly freshened up, and if anyone was watching you right now it looked like you were running late for something. But in reality, you just didn’t want anyone to see you looking like this. Because you hated to admit it, but you did pick your best outfit for tonight. You quickly fixed your makeup and walked out of the changing room.

To your surprise, Yoongi had been waiting inside the café for you. He was wearing a nice dark blue dress shirt and black trousers. Yoongi told you to wear something nice, but not overly formal, so you just chose a nice top in combination with a skirt. And when he noticed the effort you had put in for him, a sly smile appeared on his face. “You look good.”

Your cheeks were getting a bit flushed by his compliment. “Thanks.” You looked around a bit stressed as you walked up to Yoongi, making him frown his eyebrows, wondering why you were behaving so anxious. “Let’s go though.”

“You seem to be in a hurry, but not for the right reasons.” Yoongi said as if he could read your mind. “Worried Jia will see us, huh?”

You forced a smile as you linked your arm to Yoongi’s. “Let’s just go.” You repeated. Yoongi just scoffed but did as he was told since he didn’t want to piss you off already.

Your mission of nobody of work seeing you leave with Yoongi was successful, making you feel more at ease. Yoongi let you to his car and to your surprise it was a very nice one, coming from someone that doesn’t give two shits about cars. He opened the door for you, giving you a small smile as you hopped in. He closed the door and you didn’t know why, but your anxiety was getting the best of you. Who were you kidding, of course you knew. You were going on a date with your hot ex that everyone seemed to either want or hate.

You stepped into his car, but before starting the engine he turned to you, a small chuckle leaving his lips. “Relax, it’s just me.” He placed his hand on your thigh, slightly caressing it to ease the tension.

You expect your uneasiness to be that obvious. “I know, that’s the problem.” Why did I say that?

You thought Yoongi was going to snap back at you, but instead, he just smiled. “If it makes you feel any better, you’ve done this before.” He said in a joking manner in combination with a wink, making you smile as well as memories of your past relationship flooded through your mind.

Yoongi started the engine and began driving, and what I sight to see it was. Seeing him drive shouldn’t be that attractive, but here we are. The older he got, the more handsome he got. You still remembered that shy quiet guy from high school, one that was not capable of being such a player. But look at him now, he had grown into a man, and what kind of man…One that women can’t seem to get enough from.

“Jimin and Taehyung were quite surprised when I told them we were going out tonight.” You said to break the silence.

Yoongi tilted his head in a slight surprise, his eyes still focused on the road. “You told them about us?” He almost didn’t believe it.

You rolled my eyes and chuckled. “It was hard not to. Especially after Jimin found out about the hickeys you had left on me.”

He proudly smiled at the thought of that. “My hard work shouldn’t go unnoticed.” He joked, making you smile at his stupid comment. “You seem to have covered them well though.” He added, noticing the lack of love bites on your neck, even though he knew they were still lingering.

You couldn’t help but pout as he said that. “Yeah, because of you I have to wake up earlier to cover them up with concealer.” You whined, making his heart melt by the way you said that.

“Cute.” He whispered under his breath. “I guess I’ll apologize for the inconvenience.” He said oddly formally, making you well aware he didn’t really mean it.

This was nice, you thought to yourself, but then your mind decided to ruin it for you again. Don’t feel special, he’s probably like this with all those other girls. Overthinking had become your specialty over the couple of years, especially when it was around the topic of ‘Min Yoongi.’ And now it had become a threat to fully enjoying your night. As you were staring out of the window, you started to notice the streets were getting oddly familiar. You narrowed your eyes as you carefully examined the buildings and street signs, trying your best to recognize why it all felt so familiar. But that’s when it hit you…

“Wait, are we…” You softly spoke, almost inaudible to Yoongi, but just loud enough for him to hear. However, he didn’t say anything and just started smiling at himself until you arrived. And that’s when your speculation got confirmed. A small restaurant hidden in the city, the outside covered with plants and fairy lights. “Oh my god, Yoongi.” It was the place where you had your first date.

Yoongi parked the car before he asked. “Don’t like it?” He was a bit unsure if this was the right move.

“No, I…do.” You were in awe as you looked a the place with wide eyes. “It is the same as how I remember it.” You smiled, turning to him, seeing his eyes were already on you. Shit. You were feeling those damn butterflies again.

“I’m glad you like it.”

As Yoongi and you stepped out of the car, you couldn’t help but get a little bit emotional about this place. Not only did you have your first date here, but many dates after that. You came so often that the boss started to recognize you every time you came, even stopping by sometimes to join in your conversations. A soft smile painted your face the more you thought of it, the feeling of nostalgia hugging you.

“Wait-“ Yoongi spoke before you walked in, gently pulling you in for a kiss. “Now we can go.”

This man…

The waitress outside greeted you with a bright smile as Yoongi asked if there was still a spot free for you two. She let you to a free table outside and you two happily sat down. “I don’t know why, but being here again is kind of weird.” You opened the menu, seeing nothing had changed from the last time you two ate here.

“I know right.” He chuckled, happy he had chosen this date idea. “Just pick whatever, I’ll pay.”

“It’s fine, Yoongi. I don’t care about these gender roles-”

“I don’t either, but I want to pay.”

You looked up from the menu for a second, noticing two piercing eyes looking at you. Your eyes widen, frozen in your current pose as your eyes met hers. Oh no…The woman quickly walked over to your table. Oh no…

“I thought I recognized you two! I haven’t seen you in ages, I thought you had moved to another city or something.” The old lady spoke with joy, almost sounding emotional at the sight of you. “It warms my heart you two are still together. How have you been?”

You moved your eyes over to Yoongi, not sure how to respond to this. However, he just smiled at her, ignoring the fact you were unsure what to do. “Yeah, we both were just so busy the last couple of years, plus we also wanted to save up some money to move out so that’s why. But luckily we finally found a free slot in our busy schedules to enjoy some time together again at our favorite place.”

You’ve never heard so much bullshit coming from someone’s mouth at once. However, Miss Kang was completely eating this up. “I’m happy to see you again. Can’t believe it’s been so long, you’ve really grown into adults, it’s making me slightly emotional even.” Were those tears in her eyes? “I’ll let you two be for now, enjoy the food!”

With a tilted head, you looked back to Yoongi, giving him a ‘what-was-that’ kind of look. He just shrugged his shoulders. “If you want to tell her the truth, go ahead. But then you’ll break a poor lady’s heart.” He said to toy with you, holding onto his chest as if his heart hurt.

“I don’t think I have the heart to do so.” I said, putting on my best act to sound emotional, making Yoongi chuckle.

Shockingly enough, there wasn’t a moment where you two fought or anything close to that. This was actually…really nice. But your mind knew its way to ruin it for you again. He better have not brought any other girls to this place…But then again, if he did, the owner wouldn’t have been so surprised to see us. Stop thinking! Just enjoy this for a second. You barely went out lately. It had just been work, work, and more work. Taking on more shifts you could actually handle. Jimin liked to tease you for it, saying you barely had any time for him and the boys. He then would follow up with a fake cry and dabbing away his fake tears.

The night flew by, and how darker the night got, the brighter the fairy lights shone. It seemed like a scene out of a movie, how romantic. After dinner, Yoongi invited you to his apartment, and not to do any funny business perse, he quickly added after suggesting that. So after him paying for your food, a car ride, and some more flirting, you two were standing in front of his apartment complex. You looked up at it in awe, seeing it must have cost a nice amount of money…

“You live…here?” You ask, almost in denial that this was where Yoongi lived.

He was searching for his keys as the two of you head inside. “What? I’ve been working hard.” He said nonchalantly as he noticed your wide eyes. And that’s when you realized…Yoongi didn’t live in an apartment, this was a penthouse. “Don’t forget, when you were still in college, I was starting to create a name for myself, so this just didn’t happen in one two three. And it’s not the biggest around, so no need to be so in shock.”

“But still!” You didn’t care if it wasn’t the biggest or the most luxurious, it was still something you could never afford with your café money. The two of you took the elevator to the seventh floor and you couldn’t hide your amazement at Yoongi’s living space. “No wonder girls like to spend the night with you.” You said without putting much thought behind it.

He just scoffed. “Are you saying my wonderful personality isn’t enough for them?”

You rolled your eyes and smirked. “I bet it is.”

Yoongi opened his front door, letting you into his penthouse. “Ladies first.” You stepped your first foot in and already were impressed by how nice it looked inside. It was decorated with a lot of dark and wood undertones, but you didn’t expect anything else from him. You awkwardly stood in his living room, waiting for him to say “Please, take a seat. Make yourself at home.” You carefully sat down on his sofa, watching Yoongi walk over to his liquor cabinet, and pour a drink both for him and you. He walked back to you with two glasses in his hand. “Drink up, It’ll help you loosen up.” He said as he handed over the alcoholic drink. “So tell me, how has y/n’s life been doing ever since she and Min Yoongi broke up.” Yoongi placed down the liquor bottle and placed himself next to you, nonchalantly putting his arms around your shoulders.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his weird way of asking that. “Well-” You spoke “After graduating, I just continued working at the café. And to be honest, I really enjoy it there. I’ve even been considering opening one myself, but first I need to do some more research and save up some more money to do that.”

“So you tell me, all those nights you were busy studying instead of going out, were all for a bachelor you ended up not using?” He teased. “So all those nights you could’ve been spending the night with me-”

“Augh, shut up!” You interrupted.

Yoongi laughed before taking another sip from his drink. “I’m joking, getting a bachelor’s degree in the first place is really impressive. And I’m just happy you found something that you like doing.”

“Thank you.” You smile, circling your finger on the rim of the glass. “I see your music producing has gotten you far.”

Yoongi always stayed humble. “I just got lucky, it took me a while to get here.”

“I’m not surprised though, you always had talent. I think it was just a matter of time for you to be successful.” When you said that, you spoke from the heart. On Yoongi’s free days, he would spend the night at your dorm, making you listen to whatever draft he had worked on that day. You always loved it, no matter if it was a biased opinion or not. You just felt confident he was meant to be successful.

“Is that why you’re back?” He teased. “I always knew you were a gold digger.”

“Augh-“ You playfully sighed. “You know that’s not true.” You took another sip from your drink, noticing yourself getting more lightheaded. “Does that occur often? Girls just wanting you for your money?”

“No, this all just happened recently. They are always impressed though.” Another sip. “Besides, I don’t have enough to be someone’s sugar daddy, if that’s what you’re thinking about.”

“You’ve made yourself quite the subject around the girls I know.”

“Did I?” You smirked, not because he felt proud about being the number one topic in Jia’s friend group, but more out of sheer curiosity. “Tell me more.”

“Well, especially Jia. One time she was even telling me about how great the size of your dick was.” A sign of you getting more and more intoxicated by the minute, was the fact you started to say everything unfiltered. “It drove me nuts, especially because I could imagine every single detail she described.” You said with a look of disgust. “Oh, maybe I shouldn’t have said that.” You say, turning to Yoongi with wide eyes and your hand covering your mouth.

However, he found this rather amusing. “No, no, it’s fine. Please, continue.” He chuckled. “Didn’t expect I was such a hot topic.”

“She also told me some of her friends had done the deed with you. Can’t believe you.” You said with rolling eyes before emptying your glass. “They talk about you in a way that I could never imagine.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“They act as if you’re this sex god or something.” You say with a confused expression on your face. “I’ve heard them talk about you once and I never knew people could say such filthy things in one sitting. You really got them wrapped around your finger, I got to give you that.”

Yoongi just laughed, a bit embarrassed to be honest. He noticed your face getting redder by the minute, and not because you were embarrassed, but because of the alcohol. “Your mind probably thinks, fuck, not that bastard again.” He said jokingly, even though he knew there was some truth behind it.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. “Initially, it does.” Your smile faded into a softer one as you reminisce about the former version of Yoongi. “But then I think about how you were in high school. That sweet boy in the back of the class who was even too shy to ask me out.” The smile Yoongi noticed appearing on your face made him feel appreciated, since now he knew how you really thought about him whenever his name got mentioned. “I only started to think you were a bastard after we broke up the first time.”

Yoongi just scoffed as he took another sip of his drink. “That’s when it all went south.” He laughed. “I guess I’ll have to show you the best of me from now on.” He teased as he eyed down your glass, noticing the lack of liquor left in it. “Should I pour more for you?”

You happily nodded as you handed him your glass. “Yes please!” He just smiled as he went back to his cabinet to fill your glass for round two. You just studied Yoongi’s anatomy as he was pouring the drink. How his shirt accentuated his back muscles, how broad his shoulders became as he got older, or how beautiful his long black hair was. What a sight to be seen. Yoongi turned back around, handing back your drink as he sat down next to you, in the same position as before. He took another sip from his drink, something obviously gnawing on his conscious.

That’s when he decided to ask it. “How are things between you and Jungkook?”

You couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy whenever Jungkook’s name got mentioned in conversations. Especially since you got together with Jungkook after the break up with Yoongi…“Good, we’re best friends now.” But you noticed the weird look Yoongi gave you after you gave your answer. “What?”

“Nothing.” He quickly said to shrug off any suspicion. “Why did you guys break up though?”

“Eh, it’s my turn to ask a question now” You didn’t want to keep talking about Jungkook anymore, especially when it came to Yoongi. Why would you want to be honest about your emotions?

Yoongi was a bit taken aback by your reaction. “Didn’t know we were taking turns. But all right, go ahead.”

You felt your heartbeat increase by the question that was lingering in your head. “How many other girls are you seeing beside me.”

Yoongi moved a bit closer to you. “Wouldn’t you like to know, huh?” He said he locked his eyes onto yours, noticing the seriousness on your face. “Well, that’s private.”

Your eyebrows frowned as he said that. “Private?!” You said baffled.

“Hmh? What? Aren’t you the one being secretive about us too?” He asked in the most unserious tone.

“fine”

He chuckled before emptying his glass as well. “Now, back to my former question. Why did you two break up?”

“Uhm.” The thing was, no matter how much alcohol you drank, there was no way in hell that you could tell him the real reason you broke up with Jungkook. Oh, I quickly discovered that he was just a rebound and that I was actually still in love with you. But when I wanted to get back together, you were already busy fucking half the girls of the town. So I just came to the conclusion we weren’t meant to be to start with. Yeah right. t“We just didn’t match.”

“That’s all?”

“Yup.”

Yoongi would’ve believed you if you said that statement in full confidence. But the mixture of you waiting too long to respond and saying your sentence with hesitation made it very clear to him that there was something you weren’t telling him. But he also knew he wasn’t going to get it out of you tonight. “Alright then.”

After your second glass, you realized you really shouldn’t have had another one. Because unsurprisingly enough, you couldn’t really handle alcohol that well. “Can you kiss me now though? I’ve been dying for you to give me another one but without much success.” You tried to say in your most seductive tone, but due to your drunkenness, it came out a bit funny.

“So needy all of a sudden, huh?”

“Hmh, kissy kiss please.” You pouted your lips like a fish as you leaned into Yoongi to plant one on him.

Yoongi frowned his brows as he suddenly backed away from you, a sinister smirk formed on his lips. “Wait, are you drunk already?” He said bewildered, not believing anyone could easily get that drunk.

You scoffed. “You’re a silly man with silly questions. I don’t think I am. Which means we can take this further, right tiger?” Stroking your index finger from his chest to just above his groin.

He shook his head in disbelief. “Alright, You’re drunk y/n”

“Maybe a little.”

“Well, I’m not, so there won’t be any funny business tonight.” You suddenly felt the touch of his hands around your wrist, holding your hand back from touching him any further.

“Heh!” You couldn’t believe it. “But you know I like to fuck when I’m drunk.”

Yoongi couldn’t help but smile out of embarrassment, not expecting you to have said that. Min Yoongi being a bit shy? “I know, but it’s weird when I’m sober.”

“But I’ve been dying to kiss you, touch you, fuck you.” You leaned in even closer to Yoongi, the distance between your faces being minimal, hoping this would reel him in.

But to your disappointment, it didn’t work. “I’m flattered, really, but don’t worry I won’t be going anywhere soon.”

You pouted, your heart aching from the idea that he didn’t want to touch you. How dare he. “Can we just hug then?”

“Hugging is fine.”

You quickly wrapped your arms around Yoongi, pressing your cheek against his chest, appreciating the softness of his shirt. You were listening to his heartbeat as if it were a lullaby. With every thump the relaxer you got. “I haven’t spoken to you for three years and it feels like yesterday we were together.” You mumbled.

“Weird huh?” He said softly.

Something in you wanted to tell him you missed him, but your little heart couldn’t get itself to do it. It would’ve made you too vulnerable and you didn’t want to ruin this moment to speak up about your complicated feelings for Yoongi. It could mean absolutely nothing to him, but you were just happy to be able to lay in his arms tonight. Cause after tonight, you knew he was just going to the next girl on his list. But the sudden feeling of his thumb caressing your arm as he held you made your eyes water. He wasn’t talking, just watching admiring you. The silence felt far from awkward. It was more comforting than something else.

You felt your eyelids getting heavy though. “Would you have a problem with me if I fell asleep right now?”

Yoongi chuckled, not surprised you were already going to crash. “Of course not”

“We’ll the chance of that happening is very high.” You mumbled. “Why do you smell so good.” You said it as if it was a bad thing. Which for you kind of was, because it made you crave for more of him. You looked up to him and when his eyes met yours, a smile appeared on your face out of reflex. “You’re so beautiful.”

The moment you said that, you saw Yoongi’s features soften up. His eyebrows turned into a pleading kind of expression, his eyes twinkling and his mouth slightly open. “Oh y/n…” He said as if his heart was hurting.

“What?”

He let out a defeated sigh as he tucked a strand of your hand behind your ear. “Nothing. I’m just happy to see you again.” You saw his pupils move from one place to another as he was examining your face like a work of art. “Maybe we should head to bed.”

“Ooh, we?” You teased, still trying to get him to do all those things he said he would over the phone.

“Come on.” He moved up from his seat, reaching his hand for you to take it, which you did in seconds, of course. He led you to his bedroom, seeing how luxurious it looked, making you even madder he didn’t want to do anything with you tonight. “I’ll give you my shirt to sleep in.” He walked over to his closet, grabbed a black shirt, and handed it to you.

You accepted it in full grace, happy to be wearing his clothes again. He used to do this as well when you came to his place three years ago. It almost felt like a privilege. “Turn around though.”

“Are you serious?” Yoongi said appalled, almost sounding offended. Not because he really wanted to see you naked or something, but rather because he had seen you naked multiple times, Hoseok’s party excluded. But he just guessed because it had been a long time, you had lost that comfort in him.

“Yes, this is very exclusive content!” You pouted. Yes, you knew Yoongi had already seen every little crevice of your body, but because of his abundance of experience, you became a bit insecure.  

“I’ll go ahead and brush my teeth already then.” He said, respecting your needs.

“Oh, I don’t have a toothbrush.”

“One night won’t ruin your dental hygiene.”

As Yoongi headed inside his bathroom, you quickly changed into his shirt. You were blushing to yourself, feeling rather proud to be able to wear his shirts. I hope no other girl has worn this. A moment later you were lying down on his bed, quickly realizing the sheets smelled like Yoongi. You really were on Cloud 9. After a few minutes, he came back wearing only a pair of briefs. Even though you’ve seen his chest multiple times, you still were too timid to look, making you turn your head to the side. “What’s the matter? First time seeing a bare-chested man?” He said sarcastically

“I’m feeling violated.”

He placed himself next to you, hovering over you. “Next time you’ll be drinking the weak stuff first and I’ll just drink the hard stuff myself, lightweight.” He gently grabbed your face and planted a kiss on your forehead. “Then we can get drunk at the same pace, how about that?”

You smiled, pulling him in for a kiss on the lips. “Sounds like a great idea.” This felt weird. This whole night felt weird. Not because of you or Yoongi in particular. But because it all felt like weird déjà vu. “Alright, goodnight y/n.” He said before turning off the light

“Goodnight Yoongi.” You rubbed your face against the pillow, creating a little malt to fit your face nicely to sleep in. The sudden feeling of his arm snaking around your waist almost made you cry. He pulled you a bit closer, feeling his heartbeat against your back. You smiled. Cause tonight, you were his and his only.

“Don’t kiss me I have morning breath.” When you found yourself in Yoongi’s arms, and a painful headache, the next morning, you realized how bad of a combo you and alcohol are.

Yoongi chuckled before leaning in closer to you. “Like I care Besides, yesterday you were very persistent on me kissing you.” He teased with a smirk.

“I talk a bit too much when I’m tipsy.” You pouted as you felt Yoongi’s lips on your neck.

“Tipsy?” He teased.

“Shut up.” You sat up straight, stretching your body to wake yourself up. “I can’t stay long though, I have to be at work at 12.” Your heart was feeling sad you had to leave already.

Yoongi sat straight as well. “It’s fine, I have a meeting in the afternoon, so I couldn’t stay either,” He gently grabbed your chin, pulling you in for a kiss. “unfortunately.” Yoongi moved up from his bed, stretching at well. “Let me take a quick shower before I drop you off.”

However, you did not hear that last sentence Yoongi just said. Because Yoongi was indeed, a healthy man. And healthy men would occasionally get morning wood. It was not your fault it distracted you for a minute. You quickly moved your eyes away from his clothed erection and decided to keep your focus strictly on Yoongi’s face. “Sorry, what?”

Yoongi smirked at the sight of you being flustered. “I said I was going to take a quick shower, but it seems that you were a bit distracted.”

“Just go shower, please!”

Yoongi just shook his head in disbelief. “You’re a lot of talk when you’re drunk, but sober you’re such a pussy.” He said before closing the door behind him. During Yoongi’s shower, you put back on your own clothes as you heard the shower head running. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, noticing the rubbed-out mascara that made you look like a raccoon. You tried your best to tame your hair but without much luck. You heard a notification noise coming from somewhere, but it wasn’t from your phone. Curiosity got the best of you, so you quickly took a glimpse at the text Yoongi received.

[09:21] Eunha: Yoongi~ I hope tonight is still on. I haven’t heard from you yet so I’m getting worried ㅠㅠ

The urge to text her back yourself to tell you that he was busy with someone else, was immense. But you just bit your tongue and ignored it. It was the universe telling you that you were, indeed, not special. Being Yoongi’s one and only was too good to be true. You just sighed, laying back down and trying your best to get your mind out of the gutter. After a few minutes of waiting, Yoongi was done with his shower and decided to come out of the bathroom with just a towel around his waist. You really are testing me, aren’t you? You took a little peak, before covering your eyes with your arms, making Yoongi chuckle. “You can look you know? I don’t mind.”

“I feel more comfortable likes this.”

His lips left a little ‘tsk’ sound as he started to get dressed, telling you after a few minutes it was safe to open your eyes again. You sat up from the bed, smiling innocently at Yoongi as if you didn’t want him to rearrange your guts yesterday, but now you were chickening out. “y/n-” You hear Yoongi whisper, making you turn your body to him. You felt his hands creep onto your waist as he leaned in a bit. “Before we go, can I just…” He pulled your body closer to his, making you hold onto his shoulders as he gently pressed you against the door. You could feel his breath against your lips, waiting for a second before pressing his lips against yours, his lips slowly moving against yours. A rush of excitement went through your body by Yoongi’s sudden need for you. You could feel his hand squeezing your breast as if he had been waiting for the opportunity to do so, making you let out a small wince. His lips left yours and a grin painted his face. “Alright, let’s go.” You weren’t sure what just happened, or why he suddenly had the need to do that. You’d be lying if it didn’t leave you wanting more, but neither of you had the time for it anymore. Making you think he did this on purpose.

After the two of you left his apartment, he drove you back home, which didn’t take that long. Conveniently enough, his house was that far from yours. After holding the door for you again and walking up to your front door, you couldn’t believe this was already over. “Thanks for last night, I really had fun.” You said before opening the door.

“So did I.” He smiled before it turned into a slight grin. “Now that you stopped pretending you don’t want to see me, how about I come over to pick you up this Friday?”

Suddenly, the text from that girl named Eunha popped into your head, altering your answer. “I’ll think about it.” You said with a hint of sadness.

Yoongi leaned in closer, holding your waist for a second before planting another kiss on your lips. “Let me know, okay? See you soon y/n.” He smiled before letting go of you. You watch him drive off before heading into your home, leaning against the door as soon as it’s closed. But when you caught yourself being a little bit too smiley, you mentally slapped yourself out of it. Don’t do this to yourself No, you weren’t going to fall in love with him again. No matter how nice he would be to you. He was an upper-fuckboy and you should know better. You were just another one in his long contact list of girls. So tonight you made a promise to yourself. The moment you started to catch feelings for Yoongi, you would cut him out of your life.

Simple.

Taglist; @flowerblu00, @brinda-9, @seokjinkismet, @sugainmybowl, @mxxxnshine

[hearts4eros]

RP REQUEST: PLEASE BE 18+ I AM 22 I DO NOT ROLEPLAY W MINORS!

disc: hearts4eros

DON’T BE A FUCKING WERIDO / MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Marvel: Anything at all i’m actually insane but preferences for poolverine and spideypool!

Scream: Billy x Stu (Stuilly) open to other ships!

THG: Finnick x Peeta, Snowjanus

SAW: coffinship / chainship / Lawrence Gordon x Mark Hoffman (please nobody gets this ship like I DO)

DC: Riddlebat / batjoker

DBH: idk just wanna do this, could be ocs!

ALWAYS OPEN TO OC RPS!!!

here’s an example of my writing, keep in mind i can write from anywhere from 300 words to over 2k+ but I prefer on the longer side

Alex was going to spiral when he woke up. How could he not? The world was going to end. That was it, his world was going to come crashing down and burn all around him. If he thought his future was somewhat salvageable before, it was no longer going to be. How could Alex go from an active addiction, to living a normal life? He couldn’t. He never would be able to get *clean* after this. Not after Alex felt. Not after how *fucking great* it felt. Life would be boring. It was boring whenever he was sober. The male wasn’t ready to give up on an exciting life. He didn’t want to work a 9 to 5 anymore after this.

All his ambitions are gone. What if Karl found out he was *wasting* his life. Wasting all his potential. It was only a matter of time before Karl found out. Alex would try his best to hide it, but everything comes to light. Everything comes out. *He didn’t want Karl to know.* Karl would look at him differently. What did everyone think of Alex? Were they already disappointed? Did everyone already lose hope for him? Probably. They probably did. He wouldn’t be surprised at that.

He went to bed, knowing he was going to spiral in the morning. He knew it. But that wasn't an issue right now. He was asleep now. Everything was okay at this moment. No worries about what the fuck they just did. No worries at all. The worries didn’t even seep into his dreamless sleep. Luckily. This was going to ruin him. *Forever*. He had never been so *attached* to a person before. It was like Nick was everything to him. Alex idolized Nick. Romanticized the heavy drug use. How could he not? Seriously.

Nick was *everything* he wanted, maybe that was because of the drugs. But something about Nick, lured him in. He was captivating, he was exciting. Maybe those were the only things Alex liked about him. Oh he was also *very very* pretty. Alex loved the idea of Nick. Sure they didn’t know each other, not in the slightest. The addicts never opened up to one another. So his past was unknown to Nick, and Nick’s past was unknown to Alex.

Alex ~~loved~~ liked Nick. He was unsure where along the line this happened. Though he knew that, it was not reciprocated in the way he wanted it to be. He was blind to this, but something similar was happening between himself and Karl. Alex was far too blinded by the drugs, and this dependency on Nick. Maybe it was ironic in a sense. Alex probably deserved this, because the same was happening to Karl. Call it karma, or whatever one believes in.

Karl didn’t deserve to be second place on the list of things important to him. First place was shared by Nick and drugs. Karl came second. Just like how Alex would become second to Nick in due time. Parallels. If only Alex could see these, maybe he’d stop. Losing Karl was the last thing he wanted. His *best* fucking friend. Now discarded to the side. Abandoned like an old toy when a child gets a new one. Forgotten. Was that all Karl was to Alex? Someone who could be discarded, without a second thought to how this *might* hurt Karl.

It most likely *was* hurting Karl. Going from hanging out everyday to, just once in a blue moon. Alex was always too busy with Nick to text or call back. Coming up with some bullshit excuse as to why he was missing, or why he couldn’t call back. The realization would hit him when he woke up. When the withdrawals hit, allowing him to spiral completely. This came much sooner. Hearing voices down the hall he reluctantly woke up, first noticing how he woke up alone. He didn’t open his eyes though. He really *really* didn’t want to. Rays of sunlight shone in, not enough to be an issue though. He just laid on his side, not moving an inch. He heard the door close, though no footsteps back into the room. Alex let out a breath he had been holding in, it was a silent one. He didn’t want to bring attention to himself.

He didn’t *want* attention right now. He didn’t *need* it. He wanted to disappear. Alex wished he wasn’t existing right now. Alex didn’t want to see Nick after what happened. What was he supposed to say, ‘Oh yeah what are we by the way?’ To only get hit with something he didn’t want to *hear*. They would talk about it, right? They had to, despite Alex’s wishes. It was something that couldn’t be avoided. Maybe it could if he got high and forgot about it for the moment. He really didn’t want to have *this* conversation. They weren’t even together, yet Alex knew that this wasn’t gonna be a one and done kinda thing.

It was all hitting him.

How he wanted Nick to be violent with him, how he liked it when Nick made him scream. That wasn’t him though. He knew it was the drug, but what in the world was it laced with that made them act like that. Molly didn’t do that. Alex had taken it enough times to know that. Molly itself wouldn’t do that. He didn’t have extensive knowledge on drugs, at least the way Nick did. He was familiar with how they’d make him feel though.

This was so different.

Why did he like it so much? He was going to crave that high now. He knew realistically that it would *never* feel the same as the first time. Nick probably wouldn’t do it again so he wouldn’t bother, at least he’d try to. Yeah he decided that the *best* option was to avoid that

Alex didn't like feeling like a burden, so bothering Nick about it would make him a burden. That's just how it worked.

Why the fuck did he sleep with Nick? He’d never get over Nick now, not that Alex wanted to.

His head hurt, it felt like it was going to explode. Yet Alex stayed exactly where he was. He wasn’t ready to move, even if his thoughts were starting to get the better of him. What the fuck were they? Did any of it matter? Why wasn’t he good enough to date? Was he not being good enough for Nick? Did Nick actually like him? Did he care about him? Why? Why him? Why him. Why did this have to happen to him? What did he do to deserve any of this? Logically Alex knew that he should be with someone who actually wanted to make it official with him. Who would love him in the way he loved. Alex actually didn’t know how Nick felt about him. He wasn’t going to ask. Though part of him did know that Nick had to care about him. He was never mean to Alex, never raised his voice or *hit* him. So that had to mean something.

These thoughts wouldn’t let up. His mind was torturing him. All he could do was lay there and take it. Take every negative, self deprecating thought he had about himself.

He felt like he needed to throw up. He wanted to scream, rip his hair out - he just wanted to be loved. Didn’t he deserve to be loved?

No. He did not.

Karl. Karl loved him, Alex knew this. Karl was very affectionate. Yet that wasn’t enough. He didn’t want Karl, he wanted Nick. He hadn’t talked to Karl in so long. Not even a normal conversation was shared between them. It was like they were strangers. Alex didn’t want to be strangers with Karl.

However, Karl would make him stop. He didn’t want to stop. He didn’t want to recover. He *wasn’t* sick. What would he even recover from? It wasn’t bad. He wasn’t sick. Yet, he felt like he was going to die. That this was the end of the world. *He was being dramatic.* He was always dramatic.

Opening his eyes finally. Looking at the floor. He was going to break down. It was becoming too much. The thoughts were so loud.

He was a bad friend. A bad son. He wasn’t even good enough to be a boyfriend. This was *his* fault. He was the problem. If he wasn’t the problem then why would he treat Karl like this. This was not who he *used* to be. Would that version of him ever come back? Probably not. It was moments like these where he felt everything at once. He managed to pull his boxers and pants up. He was now on his back. Looking up at the ceiling. Staying idle.

*’You deserve to feel like this. You deserve to suffer. You’re a shit person. Look at you, a mess over drugs and a boy.’* Loud. Loud. Loud. Too LOUD.

He sat up. Alex felt disgusting. He glanced around the room, seeing his belt and walking over to put it on. He looked out the window. He had never felt *more* alone. Walking over to the closet and grabbing one of Nick's shirts. He knew that Nick wouldn’t mind. As soon as he put it on, he immediately felt worse than feeling comfort. Ignoring everything around him he went to the bathroom. He shut the door. Alex didn’t want to look in the mirror.

Yet he did. His eyeliner was smeared, it was messy. Then all the marks on him. From Nick. From their night. Why?

He felt helpless. He turned around leaning against the door, sliding down, leaning his head against the door. He covered his mouth because he knew he was going to be loud. He clasped a hand over his mouth. Then the tears came.

He felt nauseous. Holding his hand tightly against his mouth, preventing any noises from escaping. Alex couldn’t let Nick know he was crying. Nick wouldn’t like him if he saw him like this. The tears kept coming. The spiraling thoughts didn’t let up. Thoughts about the sex, thoughts about the drugs, thoughts about *Nick.*

He needed to pull himself together. He needed to call Karl. He needed to tell Karl what he was doing. Though, he wouldn’t. Karl would look at him so fucking differently. Karl would hate him. Then Karl would leave, and he’d have nobody. At least with Karl, Alex could open up, since they had been friends for so long. Yet Karl couldn’t see him like this. This worked up over his addiction, this worked up over a boy who couldn’t even make it official with him.

He stayed crying for some time.

His stomach turned. He crawled over to the toilet dry heaving. There was nothing to throw up. Nothing would come up. Tears still streaming down his face. He didn’t know how long he had been in the bathroom for.

*He wanted to die.*

At some point a flip switched in his brain. He stood up. Perfectly fine. Well that was dramatic. He used the bathroom, flushed the toilet. Went to the mirror. He felt like shit. He washed his hands and his face. Drying his hands on the towel that was in the bathroom.

Why was he so fucking dramatic. He was fine now. Perfectly fine.

Dramatic. So fucking dramatic.

He shook his hands.

Time to find Nick. He hesitated. Alex wasn’t even gonna ask what they were. He needed to get high.

Exiting the bathroom and going to find Nick. He didn’t think about it too much. He pushed away those thoughts. He was fine.

Alex found the male at the table sitting down.

He didn’t know what to say, he was at a loss for words. He hated this. He hated being sober, nothing was easy like this. It just felt so nerve wracking.

“Do you have anything left - or can you please give me something?” He spoke, unsure. He regretted how awkward he sounded. Did he come off too desperate. It’s fine. It wasn’t *that* deep. He was fine, he just needed to get high. That would fix everything. It always did. He was slightly shaking despite trying to act completely normal, like this didn’t do *something* to him.

[karlmarxmaybe]

The new Marvel show Secret Invasion used AI to make the intro I need you all to be FUCKING ANGRY at this

"Like many people, Selim says he doesn’t “really understand” how the artificial intelligence works, but was fascinated with the ways in which the AI could translate the sense of foreboding he wanted for the series. “We would talk to them about ideas and themes and words, and then the computer would go off and do something. And then we could change it a little bit by using words, and it would change.”"

These idiots

"Method Studios did not respond to Polygon’s request for comment about how exactly it designed the sequence (the staff for the credits includes producers, designers, and an AI technician)."

The intro doesn't look like pure garbage which means some of these artists have been tweaking and fixing it and they sure as fuck won't be properly compensated for it, with the excuse of "AI made it, not you". This is the next step in Marvel and Disney's inhuman exploitation of visual artists.

"In the case of Secret Invasion, Selim says he was excited by what Method Studios brought to the show: “It felt explorative and inevitable, and exciting, and different.”"

Inevitable.

[ID: the "and I am Iron Man" meme from Avengers: Endgame. Thanos has a label on his head that says "AI" and his subtitles read "I am inevitable." Iron Man has a label on his head that says "SFX ARTISTS" and his subtitles read "And I... am... unionizing." /End ID]

Support the writers' strike. It's the picket line of the fight against AI bullshit right now. And FUCK MARVEL AND DISNEY

[hanquokkasgirl]

Will We Last?

Chapter 2

"Excuse me, Miss Hart. We're landing in 30 minutes." I felt a poke on my shoulder waking me up from my slumber. Whoever said that redeyes to anywhere were a good idea is lying.

I yawn. "Thanks. Could I get an iced coffee with two sugars and cream please?" I said while I adjusted my blanket and taking off my eye mask.

"For sure, in just a moment." She leaves through some curtains. I decide to go to the restroom, and do my skincare. And by skincare I mean moisturizer and cleanser because I forgot everything else. I also reapply deodorant and a bit of perfume. As I get out and walk back to my seat, the coffee was waiting for me. I chugged that motherfucker because man did I need it.

After a couple more minutes, the landing announcement came on and I started looking out the window. I still couldn't believe that I moved here, far away from everything. My anxiety was already a bit on overload but the excitement helped mask it. As I was taking in the beauty and being the cliche that films the plane landing, a million thoughts rushed into my head. What if I don't fit in? What if this whole deal was not actually legit? I mean, this whole thing sounded too good to be true, a great job straight out of college in a whole new country that pays my housing and a salary? What did I get myself into? And with that last thought, the plane landed.

I got off the plane and went to baggage claim. This airport looks amazing, so modern yet classic. Can I fall in love with an airport? I think I can. Once I was able to grab my bag and head to where I was supposed to get picked up, I saw a bunch of girls behind barriers with their phones and banners that said "Ateez", were they waiting for someone? Is that a singer's name? Well, anyway... I make my way to the door when they all start screaming and I see a bunch of camera people coming at me. Then because of the flashes and screams, I get dizzy and confused, I ended up crashing into someone and fall ass flat to the ground... great.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry" said the guy helping me up... right before a security guard pushed me out of the way. "Hey hey, let me help her. It's fine"

"Thanks. I'm sorry too. I was just trying to find my exit." I look up after getting my stuff and we kept walking outside. He was tall... like really tall. Wearing sunglasses *indoors well that's a fashion choice*, black leather shirt and a black tank underneath, a spiky silver necklace, and he smelled so amazing.

"Well, good luck, and sorry again." And he left outside some doors, right then its when I see someone holding a sign that read Ms. Y/N Hart.

"Annyeonhaseyo.  Jeoneun Y/n Hart-imnida" I tried my best with my korean... truth was that it was really rusty because I never get to practice it.

"Welcome Ms. Hart. I will be your driver today." okay english, good. Not embarrasing at all. "I'll be taking you to the company and then dropping your luggage off in your apartment." My driver said while opening the door. What a service. I feel like the queen of England... rip.

I get on the car, and he closes my door. But all I keep wondering is who was that guy? Even though with sunglasses, the vibe I felt was like nothing I felt before.

Okay one thing we gotta get straight, I don't believe in love at first sight, all that "I looked into his eyes and I just knew" bullshit, no I don't believe on it. Relationships take work and if one of the parts in not willing to put in the work, then that relationship is over. That's why my parents split up, they didn't work. They always talked about love at first sight, until my dad fell in love with his secretary. They still think I don't know, but I know. My family life all went to crap about a year ago, and my parents have been trying to keep it to themselves all this time... unsuccessfully. That bimbo that works as my dad's secretary is even younger than I am... about a year younger but its still significant to the implications and consecuences this brings to all of us. I was, and still kind of am, pissed at my dad but until they decide to tell me there's nothing I can do. So that's why maybe I decided to take this job and get away from all that drama. I mean I am 23 years old, but still they are treating me like a 5 year old.

We arrived to a building that had the letter KQ posted at the entrance. New beginnings here I come. I was just about to open my door when my driver did it for me. "Thanks...uhm..."

"Mr. Kim, ma'am. I'm the one that mostly will drive you to important events with the rest of the crew."

"Thanks, Mr. Kim." I got off the car with just my purse and important stuff, meanwhile the rest left with Mr. Kim to my new apartment. I may be exhausted but it is like noon here in Korea so, gotta get some things started right away I guess.

I walk in into the building and I get greeted by the security guard at the reception. I walk up to him and he looks up from his phone. I was about to say something when he pressed somethings on the phone and called someone, something nim, that wasn't part of my vocabulary. I better get into some korean classes soon.

"Ah, Ms. Hart! Glad you arrived safe. I'm Ms. Jung, head of international relationships and your boss for the time being. Please follow me." Ms. Jung was very attractive. Like any guy could fall in love with her, I would be lying if I said I wasn't feeling self concious right now. I mean, to be a stylist and make up artist, I look like a homeless person with a slight better fragrance than most. I mean I have my Air Forces Ones and wearing the sweatpants from Louis Vuitton that my dad gave me last Christmas. Airpods Max and my Iphone... not an Android person... still not the looks for the future stylist of whoever they assign me to.

"Do you know who am I being assigned to yet? I liked to be prepared for whenever my first day starts." I tell her while we were in the elevator going to the last floor.

"Sure! You are being assigned to one of our most successful groups and with your designs and innovation of ideas, we feel here in KQ that you will be a great fit." She said letting me pass once we arrived to our floor. "Now we will go to our conference room and sign the last contracts, will get your ID badge information ready... do not worry your photo will be taken tomorrow once you go and pick it up from the reception." We stopped and she opened a door to let me in. "Then I'll give you the code to your new apartment." Code? What about the keys? "Korea uses a coding system instead of keys, its just safer that way." She reads minds too, wow. "Here's your new T-card. You'll use it to move around the city, we'll give you an assistant as well who will double as your roommate, and everything else you're schedule will be all set in this contract which of course you will have a copy of." Ms. Jung handed me a pile of papers that seemed like a million miles to read, but the excitement of this new city took over me and I was signing right away.

"All done, Ms. Jung. If its not an issue I would like to go get settled at the apartment now." I said standing up and grabbing my stuff from the table.

"No issue at all, Ms. Hart. We'll let Mr. Kim know to take you there so you don't get lost. Now take the elevator all the way to floor 1 and Mr. Kim will be waiting for you." Ms. Jung grabbed the stack of papers I just signed my life away to, and walked to one of the offices on this floor. I just made my way to the elevator and put on my headphones, it was a good idea to download some music before the trip. I put on my favorite song to date Lost in Japan by Shawn Mendes. There's something about that song that always makes me wanna dance, y'know.

I noticed after a bit that I had gotten to the first floor. I was about to get out when I crush into someone...again. I really do have to start looking up, at least this time I didn't fall. I looked up to apologize to whoever this person was... it was the same guy from the airport.

"Oh my god its you" Suddenly that thought slipped my lips and said it aloud.

"And it's you... you're here"

[mimikoflamemaker]

Faerunian Writing Challenge - Day 7

7. A heated argument with a companion/LI

(Certainly heated from one side for sure)

Elminster and Gale departed her side at the same time almost, one disappearing into the blinking light of a portal, while the other retreated towards his tent without so much as a glance at her. Neve was left in the middle of the camp, feeling her muscles nearly cramp beneath the weight of anger that begged to be directed somewhere. Githyanki, Vlaakith, whatever bullshit their dream guardian was spinning, Karlach complaining about the rising discomfort from her engine and now this. Right now she wouldn’t be surprised if she woke up to a mindflayer staring down ay her.

She could tell others were watching her, likely itching to hear the details of the conversation they tried to keep private.

Well, she was about to indulge them she supposed, though not in the way they expected, probably.

A wave of warmth alerted her to the approaching tiefling in question. She bounded over to her, nearly vibrating with excitement.

‘Aww… was that Gale’s granddad?!’

Neve closed her eyes, resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose.

‘No’ she huffed, before catching herself and continuing in a kinder tone. ‘That was Elminster Aumar, arguably the greatest wizard of our time. He knew Gale before the tadpole and now he came to him with a… request. I’ll explain better once I’ll speak with Gale, okay?’

‘Sure soldier! Though you two don’t look all that good after talking to that Ele… Elminster if I am to be honest with you.’

‘You don’t have to tell me that’ the elleth sighed, mustering a parody of a smile that would fool no one. ‘I’ll talk to you later…’

She turned on her heel and stalked off towards the tent where the wizard disappeared, hoping that no one else would stop her. And they seem to know better than to try, even though she could feel at least one set of eyes trailing her movement across the camp.

She didn’t bother with courtesy, pushing the tent flap away and stepping inside without announcing her presence first.

It was her own fault then, that she was greeted with a full magical reflection of Gale as he examined the new addition to the orb’s imprint, the magic seal still glowing lightly upon his skin. Neve felt her fingers curl into fists at the sight of it.

‘What the fuck was that?’ she spat, the words tasting like bile on tongue.

‘Elminster brought me a message from Mystra’ the wizard replied, pulling his shirt closed and dissipating his reflection with a flick of his fingers. His tone was measured, not rising to her obvious anger, though she could tell his shoulders were taut enough to snap. ‘And she provided us with a resolution to our problem…’

‘I was standing right there’ she interrupted him. ‘I heard the same words. And I still have the same question for you – what the fuck was that?! You cannot tell me you are seriously considering…?!’

‘Why not?’ Gale’s tone grew defensive as if he was trying to shield himself from her words. ‘All I need to do was find myself at the right place and the right time… and let go. That shouldn’t be any harder than loosening an arrow, if you think about it…’

Neve let out a frustrated sound. She  wasn’t expecting for half a second that this is going to be easy, but they seemed to have accelerated towards catastrophe over the course of last three days and she felt like she was grasping at straws.

‘Spare me’ her hands were itching to throw something, but she chose to fold them over her chest and dug her fingers into her forearms. ‘Especially if you’re going to come up with such piss-poor comparisons… You are a smart man Gale, but in case it didn’t sink in… Mystra, your goddess, just requested… no. She ordered you to kill yourself. And she didn’t even bother to make that request in person. She should have, mind you, if only for the sake of what was allegedly between the two of you once…’

‘Allegedly?!’ the wizard exclaimed, incensed for all the wrong reasons. ‘Excuse…’

‘We are not discussing your love life again’ she cut in. ‘Certainly not now, when she had turned you into a time bomb…’

‘Well, I was a bomb before and you didn’t seem to mind’ Gale cut in, his frown only growing deeper. ‘Now at the very least we get to decide when it will detonate.’

She walked into that one, she had to own it. Even if the clipped words hurt. She was standing here exactly because it bothered her, ever since she first learned he had that problem. Ever since she saw him in pain because of it, not to mention since she started to consider him a friend.

‘Hells, Gale! Consider it for five fucking seconds! There must be another way!’

‘Oh, I did, trust me. If the greatest wizard and the goddess of magic herself offered us only that, this must be the only way…

‘Fuck me…!’ Neve felt her arms flying outward, the desperate need to release some of the tension overriding her mental restraints. ‘This right here tells me exactly that you are not thinking! You’re one of the smartest men I’ve ever met… and this is what you are going to do?! Roll over and follow through, because the old man in a fancy hat and your former lover said so?!’

The wizard’s gaze darkened visibly and she felt the tiny pinpricks of… was it the weave? Sliding across her skin. It felt decidedly less pleasant than when he allowed her to taste it for the first time.

‘I would consider your next word very carefully’ it was probably the first time she had heard the threat, underlying his voice.

She wouldn’t be herself however, if she didn’t go and poke the enraged owlbear in the eye.

‘Why? Because you don’t want to hear that your goddess is a bitch? She is – demanding the ultimate sacrifice because you went a little too far in trying to prove your devotion to her? Hardly a fitting punishment if you ask me…’

‘I don’t. And I’m beginning to wonder if you had paid any attention to what I have told you. I crossed the line and…’

‘She is still a bitch!’ she wouldn’t be listening to him blaming himself again, especially not now. ‘You were young and in love and… did you act like a fool? Maybe! That’s no reason for such a… All I’m hearing is bullshit, is what I’m saying! And we’ve been defying the odds rather splendidly so far. I won’t hear it anymore! There is another way to destroy the Absolute, and we are going to find it!’

Something she said had dissipated the anger in an instant and Gale offered her a tired smile. In the dimmed light of the tent, he looked very drawn and very tired.

‘Thank you. You might think differently though, when we finally arrive at that point…’

She was fairly certain that she somehow picked the sound that left her mouth from Lae’zel.

Gale, if anything , appeared even further amused. Whatever stopped him from moping she supposed.

‘I won’t!’ she repeated and she had little idea of where she suddenly gained so much conviction. She wasn’t going to complain about it though. ‘You are not blowing yourself up!’

‘You know, there is a difference between resolve and stubbornness’ it was a clear attempt to lighten the mood. ‘One is admirable and the other can quickly turn into stupidity…’

‘For fuck’s…!’ Neve rubbed the tense spot between her eyebrows. ‘You were supposed to say you will at least try to look at it from another angle…’

‘If it’ll make you feel better than I will…’

‘Don’t make this about me! Find some of that hubris you supposedly had once and think about yourself! Gods! Do you really want to die?!’

The silence sounded a fraction too long. Neve felt it like a punch in the gut.

‘Well I’m not letting you’ she barely managed to push the words past her lips. ‘Now I need some air’ she turned on her heel and bolted.

[ttcbabymccarty]

Washington finally decided it was spring and so that apparently means I’m up at 2:30 am too excited to sleep? I don’t have any other excuse other than the baby. I had awful insomnia with A so I’m sure that’s what this is. I’ve just been so sleep deprived until now that my body hasn’t tried this bullshit yet 🤣 we’re almost to viability which is insane! I’ve got BH alllllll day most days which is annoying but I’m glad he’s doing his thing in there. This boy is SO active. So so so active. Like I cannot stress enough how screwed we are when this kid is partying on the outside. I don’t know if it’s just that I notice movements more than the first time or if he’s actually the level of insanity I’m expecting but either way, it’s about to be chaos here. In other news, A sleeps through the night most nights now! We got him a twin size mattress when he turned a year old and a bedframe shortly after that and it’s been a game changer. Also my supply took a huge hit a couple weeks ago and he just decided he was done nursing 🥲 so bittersweet but also my nips hurt so bad so I followed his lead and we went from nursing 2+ hours a day to completely weaned in a week. I’m so proud of him and also mourning the last bit of babyhood we had left. He’s full on walking now and will walk all over the place at home but when we’re out in public he still crawls. Not sure why but I’m sure he’ll get there. He’s 14 months today! The picture is from yesterday of him cuddling the bump for nap time 🥹 I don’t know how he sleeps through getting kicked in the face, sometimes his whole head will be moving around and he’s just out cold 🤣

[notmuchtoconceal]

while i don't consider myself a harry potter fan, i do feel that harry potter reached such a point of cultural saturation that with a select age group it can be taken to be a collective cultural touchstone.

having said this, i think i just really love the chamber of secrets.

the story and the locale.

holy fuck.

the other day my youngest brother was going through old DVDs and I got shocked at how excited i was at the notion of re-watching just chamber of secrets in particular. it speaks to something in me.

i love almost everything about it. i love moaning myrtle. as a character, as a presence, as a concept. i love the basilisk. i love the giant killer dick that comes out of the girl's bathroom. (oh my god.) the out-of-nowhere hard-on for ginny weasley. i love that harry can look at glyphs and intuitively know how to speak an entirely sibilant-based snake language. i love that his blood is whispering and it's full of evil and he's running around constantly wondering if he's on the verge of a nazi awakening.

i love tom riddle. i love his secret diary. i love that the magic book in which he preserves his young man consciousness forever can only be destroyed by a basilisk fang and is later revealed to be a horcrux, thus functioning effortlessly as exposition and a plot boomerang. i used to think it was hokey af that his real name was an anagram for I AM LORD VOLDEMORT but now that i'm recognizing the irish-hebrew connection and the ways in which language directly affects reality, it is so apropos that he incorporates the name of God as a verb and title, with LORD as both name and title acting as connective tissue to his self-adopted metanym, originally intended as a verb in regard to his ersatz immortality.

Mostly, though? I love big elaborate architectures under other big elaborate architectures. That is my favorite thing. It makes me so happy. I will always remember that line in the book from the really boring history teacher who was also a ghost (which they gave to McGonagall in the film, cause why would you introduce a new character with a two hour runtime) about how there was no proof Tom Riddle built so much as a secret broom closet cause that is such a great British nanny state gaslighting tactic, to obscure the truth with hilarious and frivolous bullshit.

To make it clear, I think Ms. Rowling was grappling with demons from the beginning, and while this doesn't excuse her foibles -- her demons after all, can thrive only for she continuously submits to them; continuously allows herself to feed them -- ultimately, she's shackled to her fear, and she will not be free or alive until she overcomes it.

It doesn't do me any favors to despise a woman for being weak.

I'd drive myself insane.

[watchmegetobsessed]

SATURDAY NIGHT LIVE

A/N: i am so excited to post this fic, because it is a collab with @harrysfolklore !! it means that the story has a pair over on her blog, a blurb that features the instagram posts included in this fic! head over to her blog and check out her blurb as well!!

PAIRING: Harry Styles X Famous!Reader

WORD COUNT: 5.6k

SUMMARY: You're in a PR relationship with your long time friend, Pete Davidson. Hosting SNL along with Harry as the musical guest, you are hoping your fake relationship will spark some jealousy in the british singer you've been crushing on forever.

MASTERLIST

“There, it’s out,” you grin at your phone, placing it to the coffee table, knowing well your socials are blowing up at the moment like never before, but that’s exactly what you wanted.

“Have I told you lately how crazy you actually are?” Pete laughs, sprawled out on your couch as if it was his home, but in a sense it’s him as well. Having been friends for over a decade, he comes and goes in your house like he owns it and you do the same at his. There’s no taboo in your friendship at this point. That’s why you asked him to be your PR boyfriend for a couple of weeks, at top two months.

“Um, excuse me? Is that how you talk to your girlfriend?” you ask pretending to be hurt, but he then pretends to throw up so you throw a pillow at him laughing.

“Stop abusing me, I’m helping you!” he protests, but can’t hold his laughter back as he grabs another pillow and attacks you with it.

He really is helping you in a lot of senses. Your PR team has been in your ass all month to get you to do something that would bring you attention with your upcoming SNL hosting and your next movie’s premier. You never liked these fake deals, but they do help with the attention, people go crazy for these stunts and most of the time they don’t even realize it’s not real. Like the time you were papped moving out of your exboyfriend’s place just weeks before the release of one of your movies when you were still happily living with him, or the time someone “leaked” some personal photos of you when your movie needed more attention, but of course, you handpicked all the photos from your own phone. The same is happening now with you and Pete pretending to be a couple, your fans have been wanting to see the two of you together for the longest, because apparently, there is no true friendship between a man and a woman.

Bullshit.

But they don’t have to know that and they are getting what they want now, just in time before you’ll be the next host on SNL with the musical guest as Adele. Then in a month, your new Netflix movie premiers, you’ll parade on the red carpet with your best guy friend, act like a couple and have a blast, just to announce your break up not much after. It will play out perfectly, though you have something else planned with your fake relationship.

Nothing gets a guy’s attention more than jealousy. While the world has been dying to see you with Pete, you’ve had your eyes on someone else. And that man is Harry Styles.

You religiously believe that there is no woman on this Earth who doesn’t have a crush on him. It just seems impossible. You remember watching videos of One Direction when they were still going strong together and you couldn’t take your eyes off of that one curly haired member with the pretty green eyes.

When you first started running in the same circles as him once you had your break through, you were on the edge to finally meet him at a party, an award show or practically anywhere. And then it finally happened, at the most iconic place, the MET Gala.

You still remember how his hand wrapped around yours when he introduced himself, the way he repeated your name when you said it, testing it out on his tongue, you were about to faint in the middle of the whole event. That would have definitely made headlines: “Young actress falls unconscious upon meeting Harry Styles.”

You ran into him a few times throughout the evening, but because he was one of the hosts, you couldn’t have him for as long as you wished. A few small talks, even a photo taken together and you went home with his smile stuck in your head, graved into your memories forever.

Since then, you have crossed paths a few times, but it never seemed like he wanted anything more than just a friendly relationship in the business, while you were crushing on him like a lovesick middleschooler since day one.

With this PR relationship, you are hoping to get him jealous enough to change all of that and get his attention. Is that petty and childish? Definitely, but you couldn’t come up with a better plan.

“You think Boyband will now take an interest in you?” Pete asks, snapping you out of your thoughts. He reaches for his beer from the coffee table as you cross your legs and hug the pillow he threw at you. He’s been calling Harry Boyband ever since you told him about your little crush on him and you know him better than to try to get him to stop doing it. He is too stubborn so you’re just living with it.

“If not, I’ll just jump at him next time I see him somewhere,” you scoff joking.

“Public sex, nice!” Peter grins and you just roll your eyes, grabbing your phone from the table. Opening up Instagram, you are pleased to see that people are going nuts about your post with your new beau. You scroll down the comments and like a few ones, replying to what some of your friends wrote and then close the app, letting them process the news, hoping that one particular British singer has seen the picture as well.

It’s been a week since you’ve started dating Pete and things have been going well. You’ve been doing the same thing you always do, grabbing lunch together, going shopping and hanging out, only this time you hold hands on the street and he kisses you sometimes, no big deal.

You’re not freaking out about it, because it’s not the first time. Years ago, you both got drunk and ended up having sex, but it was awful and awkward, at one point, you couldn’t stop laughing. You both promised then and there that it will never happen again and you knew that neither of you could look at the other one as more than just a friend. There was no chance any of you would catch feelings and a kiss on the lips is not the end of the world, you think of it as just another gig, a movie where you have to kiss someone you are not actually dating.

Your SNL promo pic went out a few days ago along with the announcement of you hosting. To say you’re pumped to be on the show is an understatement, it’s been a dream of yours for so long. Pete always told you he could get you an episode, but you told him not to. You wanted them to ask you, to want you because you were good enough and not because you knew Pete. The day has finally come!

What was weird is that you saw nothing about the musical guest. The announcement should have happened along with yours, but it’s been radio silence in that department.

You’re at Pete’s place when the announcement finally happens, but it’s not at all what you were expecting.

“Hey, you didn’t tell me Boyband is gonna be the musical guest in your episode,” Pete casually throws it in when you’re making dinner in the kitchen. He is sitting on the counter while you’re cutting the vegetables. The knife falls from your hand and you turn to him with a puzzled look.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

He looks at you as if you had two heads, but you have no idea where he is coming from.

“Your little lover, he is gonna be the musical guest on the show. You didn’t know?”

“You think I would be this calm if it was the case?” you snap at him throwing your hands into the air. You love him, but he could be so stupid sometimes.

Pete shrugs and then turns his phone to show you the screen. Your heart drops when you see the SNL promo picture of him, posted to his Instagram, announcing that he’ll be performing at the next episode. Your episode.

“Pete, you’re on the show, why didn’t you tell me?!” you growls at him, checking if there are more posts, but it’s just this one so far.

“You think I pay attention at the meetings? I go there for the free food,” he grins, taking his phone back, snatching it out of your hands.

“What happened to Adele? Why didn’t they tell me about the change?” you throw around all your questions, still unable to process. You’re going to be on SNL with Harry Styles, your biggest crush ever.

“This is going to be your time! You can jump his bones on live TV!” Pete teases you, but you throw some carrots you just put at him.

“I think I’m gonna throw up. Like, actually.”

“Please don’t do that in my kitchen,” he grimaces. He is definitely not getting how serious this is. You won’t be just having quick little chats with Harry, you’ll be working with him on a full episode.

This is going to be your chance.

Harry is not big on using socials. He used to be, keeping full control of his Instagram, posting whatever he felt like when he was still in the band, but not so much in the past years. The photos going out on his page are usually posted by someone from his team, several people have access to the account and they make sure his profile is well-kept and professional.

However he still likes to snoop around on others’ profile.

From time to time he checks what’s been happening online, likes the pictures his friends posted and if he is feeling like it, he even comments on some of them, though this latter is a rare occasion.

He is having a late lunch at home when he decides to open Instagram and have a look at the buzz online. His promo picture for SNL went out just yesterday, he had to step in for Adele because she got the flu and she knew she wouldn’t be able to perform the way she wanted. Adele suggested Harry herself for the team on SNL and everyone loved the idea to have him on the show. A few calls later, it was all fixed and done.

And the most exciting part of it? That you’ll be the host, meaning that he gets to work with you.

Harry has been crushing on you since the first time he saw you acting in a romcom. He remembers seeing it with a few friends ages ago, you were a lot younger, playing a teenager and you might have been one at the time as well. He was in his early days with One Directions, very young and eagerly looking for his role in the world.

The movie was some no name, random film that didn’t really got too popular at the time, your break through came just a few years after that, but even in the terrible old movie, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

Secretly, he followed your career all along. He has been your number one fan since the beginning and kept an eye on you at all times.

The first time he actually met you at the MET he was shitting his pants, to say the least. He knew you’d be there and when he was you in your custom gown, looking more gorgeous than ever, he felt like a nervous little boy, his palms were sweating and he thinks he talked a bunch of nonsense whenever he met you throughout the night. He was completely enamored by you and also so starstruck that he couldn’t even get himself to try to shoot his shots.

He felt like you were totally out of his league.

With you on his mind he wanders over to your page now as well. From time to time he likes to check what you’ve been up to and he loves your daring style in real life and on your social media profiles as well. You ooze confidence, giving away the biggest girl boss vibes.

You never disappoint him with your posts, but this time his stomach drops upon seeing your latest pictures.

One of them is not that big of a surprise, your SNL promo picture is looking as wonderful as he would have expected, but the photo posted before that is what knocks the breath out of his lungs.

You look as breathtakingly beautiful as always, but you’re not the only one in the photo. Pete Davidson is right there beside you and though Harry knows you’ve been friends with him for a long time, this picture is not a friendly one, especially with the caption underneath.

It’s a post that makes your relationship with him official. You are dating Pete Davidson.

“Fuck,” he growls, feeling like he has lost all hope to shoot his shots with you now that you’ll be working together. You even left a comment on his SNL post and it got his hopes high that this time he might not chicken out and make a movie. Well, that goes out the window now.

He is quick to fall down the rabbit hole, checking out more photos of the two of you, grabbing lunch together, getting caught leaving each other’s place and even kissing at a café. The bitter taste in his mouth just gets stronger with each photo he digs up from the internet, especially because fans are praising the new power couple.

He could throw a tantrum, jealousy is rushing through his veins right now.

Snooping around at an update account dedicated to you, he sees the latest picture of the two of you leaving some kind of event, it’s two pictures cut next to each other of you and Pete, so you didn’t leave side by side, but it’s obvious that you were together. His hand fists as he reads the comments and keeps zooming into the picture, loving the way you looked but hating that you were with another man.

And before he could stop himself, he likes the post.

“Oh shit,” he gasps and almost immediately takes it back, hoping no one caught the mistake, but then he changes his mind.

It’s just a like, he tells himself. You might never even find out about it. Not that big of a deal.

But you do find out about it. Because just a few hours after the like, screenshots spread around the internet highlighting Harry’s username in the list of people who like the post and one of these screenshots make it to Pete, who of course, sends it over to you right away.

PETE: Boyband has been stalking you ;)

PETE has sent an attachment

You open the picture he sent you and your mouth hangs open seeing Harry’s user circled in red, impossible to miss. But just to make sure it’s real, you look for the account yourself and opening the post you realize that it’s really there. He liked the paparazzi photos of you and Pete.

You have not had a private moment with Harry and you’ve been working on the episode for days. Okay, you don’t actually have much to do together since he only acts in one of the skits while you have to do three pre-recorded scenes and rehearse for three live ones along with your monologue, but you were expecting to see more of him.

The first meeting however was interesting. It was both awkward and funny, because you were wearing your costume for the skit but he was still in his own clothes and he couldn’t stop laughing at your wig.

“You look great,” he said, trying to hold his laughter back but he miserably failed. You play a mother in the skit, Pete is going to be your husband and your teenage daughter brings home her first boyfriend, but it turns out she is dating a badboy, aka Harry. He will burst into the room confessing his love for the daughter and then tries to charm you and Pete so you’ll let him date your little girl. You know it’s going to be a fun scene and you can’t wait for it to air.

All through rehearsals, you were catching him staring at you, your eyes meeting way more often than what you’d consider normal and he was especially observant when Pete was around you.

You sat through his rehearsals for his songs and were blown away by his talent of course. You wish you had time to actually talk to him after that, but you were dragged away before he could even come off the stage.

Now it’s the day of the show and on top of having your usual jitters because of being on live TV, you can’t stop acting like an awkward middleschooler around Harry. SNL just posted a picture of the two of you on Instagram just a few hours ago and now that you’re sitting outside the building with Pete, having a late lunch, you can’t help but scroll through the comments.

“Everyone thinks we look great together,” you sigh dreamily.

“I know, people have been shipping us forever,” he shrugs, thinking that you’re referring to him and you.

“No, I mean Harry and I. Look!” You hand him over your phone and he reads a few of the comments before giving it back to you.

“So now that you’re dating me, they want you to date him? I’m being thrown away!” he scoffs dramatically, but you just bump your shoulder against his as you lock your phone and go back to your sandwich that you’ve been trying to push down.

“I wish he thought the same way as the commenters.”

“Maybe he is in his dressing room right now, obsessing over the picture like you are. Or maybe he already has it printed and framed!” he teases you and you can’t help but laugh too.

“I will definitely have that picture framed,” you snort.

“I know. I know how crazy you are, so it’s not a surprise.”

“Shut up,” you giggle, not taking anything he says seriously. It’s a nice, peaceful moment before the madness settles in.

Your dressing room’s door flies open and you don’t even have to look there to know it’s Pete who just barged in.

“It’s shot time!” he announces, kicking the door closed, a bottle of tequila in his hands with three shot glasses. You finish applying your lipgloss and give him a puzzled look.

“Three glasses?”

Pete just grins at you knowingly and just right then, there’s a knock on the door and he calls out to the person on the other side.

“Come in, dude!”

The door opens again and Harry walks in, your mouth hanging open but you’re quick to mask your surprise. He looks gorgeous in his custom Gucci suit, of course, his hair done in a nice blowout, something you haven’t really seen on him and he is smirking at you playfully as he closes the door behind him.

“Is this where the before party is at?”

“Yeah! Come on, we’re gonna have some liquid courage, we all could use some,” Pete grins as he fills the three glasses and hands one to everyone.

“No salt and lemon?” you ask.

“Don’t be a pussy, we don’t do shit like that here. Just drink it, babe,” he grins and you fight the urge to roll your eyes at him.

The glasses meet in the middle, all three of you singing cheers!, your eyes meeting Harry’s as you all down the shots. The alcohol burns down your throat and you can’t push down a grimace at the taste of it, that lemon would have been nice to wash it out of your mouth.

“Oh shit, I’ve gotta run. See you guys in a bit!” Pete exclaims, totally just pretending to be in a rush, he even winks at you from behind Harry before running out of the room and leaving the two of you alone.

“So, we haven’t really had too many chances to talk all week, huh?” you start the conversation.

“It’s been crazy, yeah. But I’m glad we are finally in the same room without anyone trying to drag one of us away,” he chuckles. “You look gorgeous, by the way.”

“Oh, thank you,” you smile, feeling your cheeks heating up, but it’s just the shot, right? “You look great too. But you always do.”

“Is that so?” he arches an eyebrow at you.

“Well, obviously,” you huff and you start to feel nervous under his intent gaze. Is this his normal? Does he stare at everyone like this? Like he wants to devour them? Or is it just you?

Clearing your throat you grab the bottle of tequila feeling like you could use some more.

“Another one?” you smirk at him holding the bottle up.

“Are you sure it’s wise to get drunk before going live?” he chuckles, but doesn’t protest when you fill two of the glasses, Pete’s staying empty this time.

“Two shots is nothing,” you shrug and hand him one of them. “Cheers to us being on SNL!” you grin, clinking your glass to his.

“Yeah, cheers to us,” he smirks before downing the shot and you heart skips a beat as you do the same.

“Welcome! And thank you!” you smile around as the audience cheers when you walk out, the cameras rolling. The tight dress you’re wearing is stunning and you feel great in your skin, but maybe it has something to do with the shots you had not long ago.

“Thank you! I am Y/N Y/L/N and I will be your host tonight!” The cheering starts again as you wait a little, and when your speech starts rolling on the screen again you continue. “It is such an honor to be here tonight, it’s been definitely one of my dreams to be here and make a fool of myself. When I was contacted about the possibility of hosting an episode my first question was: “Did Pete show my nudes to the producers?”

The audience starts laughing again and you push down a smile as well.

“Turns out it’s not what happened. It wasn’t Pete, my nudes just got leaked. Anyway! We are in for an amazing show tonight, we have plenty of jokes and if things don’t go the way we planned, I can always just show my boobs on live TV, right?”

You don’t feel uncomfortable because of the jokes you’re making, the writers had you approve them very early on. You’ve been known to be the bold type, you don’t shy away from showing some skin or making some blunt jokes about your body or sex. Sometimes it’s even entertaining to see people get mad at you for them.

“Hopefully we won’t have to turn things into a Fifty Shades sequel, I wouldn’t be able to act upset if someone took me to a room like that, I’m way too familiar with those equipment.” This time someone even whistles along with the laughter. “I’m hoping to—“ you continue, but as planned you get interrupted by Kate McKinnon and the audience starts cheering. “Oh, hello, Kate!”

“Hi! Sorry to interrupt, but I’ve been trying to spice my Instagram up, I was wondering if we could take a picture,” she smiles, holding her phone up.

“Um, sure, but can it wait until after the show? I’m… kind of in the middle of something,” you say gesturing around in the studio.

“Just a quick picture! Please!” she begs and holds her phone up as she moves closer to you. Smiling at the camera you strike a casual pose before she turns to you.

“This is kinda boring, it’s not how you pose on your Instagram.”

“What… what do you want me to do?”

“Like, give it some… spice, you know?” she asks and then starts imitating the poses you usually do on your profile, only she does them even more dramatically while you just stand next to her, trying not to laugh along with the audience.

“Let’s just do this after the show, okay?”

“But—“

“Bye Kate!” you sing and push her out of the frame. “Okay, where was I? Um, I have no idea. But let me just introduce myself a bit more in case some of you have no idea who I am. I’m an actress, you most likely have seen me in romcoms on Netflix, but I actually have done some more serious stuff as well lately! Not many of you know this, but I was actually in Dune!”

At this point a picture is shown on the screens, a badly photoshopped photo of you posing in a bikini with a cocktail in your hand next to Timothée Chalamet and Zendaya in the desert. Then another one where you’re building a sand castle in the background at a fight scene.

“I understand if you didn’t notice me, I wouldn’t see anything else either if Timothée Chalamet’s sharp ass jawline was on the screen. But hopefully, tonight I will give a better performance.”

“Funny that you brought up performances!” Pete walks onto the stage, another round of cheering washing over the audience.

“Oh, hi Pete. What about performances?”

“Your performance wasn’t too good last night in the bedroom.”

“You really want to go there?” you ask pursing your lips. “Because you lack quite a lot in knowledge about the female orgasm,” you retort and the laughing continues until it turns into cheering and you know what’s happening. Harry has walked out to the stage. He stands on your other side, waiting just a few seconds for the cheering to die down.

“Did someone mention the female orgasm?” he asks and now you can’t hold back a chuckle.

“Everyone, give it up for tonight’s musical guest, Harry Styles!” you announce and clap along with the audience yourself as well.

“Thank you!” he bows a little with a smirk tugging on his lips. “So, you guys need advice on the female orgasm?” he asks.

“No, no, we’re good, dude,” Pete shakes his head but you scoff.

“Uh, excuse me, we are not good, dude. But I’m not sure if you’re the right person to turn to, Harry.”

“Come on, everyone knows I have a bunch of songs about this topic.”

“Are you talking about Watermelon Sugar? Because I don’t know what kind of woman you ate out who tasted like that. It’s not healthy, Harry.”

“Yours tastes like cinnamon rolls,” Pete adds with a shrug.

“Okay, okay, this is enough. Why don’t you guys just let me finish this damn monologue in peace?” you roll your eyes.

“Alright, see you soon,” Pete nods and bumping his fist against Harry’s, he exits to one side and Harry heads out on the other, leaving you alone on the stage.

“I’ll just keep it short before another man pops in unannounced,” you sigh dramatically. “Stay with us, we’ve got an incredible show for you tonight, I’m Y/N Y/L/N, your host tonight and you are watching Saturday Night Live!” you finish off the monologue as the outro music starts playing and the audience claps for you.

The show goes by in a blur. One skit after the other and whenever you’re not on the stage, you’re in hair and makeup, transforming into the next character. It’s crazy and hectic, but you love every moment of it.

And then the skit with Harry comes.

Everything is going smooth, the audience seems to be liking it and you haven’t broken out of your character either so it’s a win. According to the script, Harry bursts into the room, confesses his love for your daughter who is played by Cecily Strong. Then he would beg for you to let him date her, but Pete, aka the father throws him out. It goes as written on the script, the audience seems to be enjoying the skit and then they go wild when Harry appears.

“No! I can’t stay away any longer!” he exclaims dramatically and waits a few moments for the laughter to die down before continuing. “I’m here to do what I should have done a long time ago!”

“Who the hell are you?” Pete asks from next to you on the couch.

“I am your daughter’s boyfriend,” he states in a heroic pose and you have to give it to him, he looks hot in the leather jacket and Dr. Martens, his hair smoothed into a kind of style John Travolta had in Grease.

“Another boyfriend?” you ask with a gasp, since according to the scene she has brought a fake one home, one you’d accept in her opinion.

“No! I’m her real boyfriend! She just hired this little loser!” Harry grimaces.

“He is a prostitute?!” Pete questions.

“What? No!” Cecil snaps. “Matt, what are you doing here? I told you not to come here!” she cries out to Harry and running over to him, he takes her hands into his, kissing them passionately.

“But I just couldn’t stay away, I have to fight for what I want!”

“And what do you want?”

“I’ll tell you what I want, everyone to shut up so I can watch the game in peace,” Pete sighs, staring at the prop TV that’s not even on, but the audience can’t see that.

“I want you, Kate!” Harry continues, ignoring the comment. “I know we’ve only been dating for four days, but I can’t live without you! I love you, Y/N!”

Wait, what?

Everyone on stage freezes for a moment after the slip up and the audience gasps as they register what just happened. Harry was supposed to confess his love to Cecily, calling her Kate, but he ended up saying your name. Your real name.

It seems like everyone in the scene is too shocked, even Harry himself and your acting skills kick in.

“Y/N? Who is Y/N? See, Kate, I bet he is dating other girls!” you snap, turning the scene a bit around.

It seems to get everyone else going and soon, you manage to get back to the scene as it was planned, but all along, you can’t stop yourself from shaking inside.

The show finally ends, no other mishaps happen and you feel relieved as you say your goodbye and the whole cast gathers on the stage, congratulating everyone on the successful episode.

Everyone keeps coming up to you, hugging and shaking hands and you catch Harry’s eyes over someone’s shoulder. Without anyone else noticing you nod at him to follow you and you sneakily make your way to a hidden spot on the set, Harry following you right behind.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, I have no idea what happened!” he apologizes right away, clearly, it’s been eating him away. “It’s gonna make the headlines, this is gonna get so messy!”

“I don’t care,” you say with a blank face. “Was there any meaning behind it?”

“What?” he breathes out with a puzzled look.

“Was it a slip-up because you actually have feelings for me?” you rephrase the question.

“I uhh, I would never want to ruin someone else’s relationship, Y/N. You and Pete—“

“Just fucking answer it!” you groan rolling your eyes. “Are you into me?”

He stares back at you, his jaw clenching before he finally answers.

“I am. I have been for a while and—“

You cut him off again, but this time, you put your lips to good use, pressing them against his in the dark hiding spot somewhere on the set of Saturday Night Live, the rest of the cast buzzing not far away from the two of you, yet it all fades into nothing as his lips start moving against yours, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you close. Pushing you to take a few steps backwards your back hits the wall and you moan into his mouth as he presses against you. You feel like a teenager sneaking around with your boyfriend so your parents don’t catch you, only this time if you got caught you’d be labeled as a cheater and Harry would most likely become a home-wrecker.

Suddenly, Harry pulls back as if he got hit by electricity, his lips swollen and his eyes wide as he stares back at you in shock.

“Wait, what are you doing?! Pete is right out there, we… we can’t…”

You can’t hold back a laugh at his panic, realizing that you are supposed to be in a relationship.

“It’s fake, Harry. I’m not actually dating Pete,” you tell him and watch as his face falls upon hearing the news.

“What? Are you kidding me?”

“No,” you chuckle shaking your head. “It’s PR for tonight and my upcoming movie. We already have a date set to break up.”

“Holy shit, I got so scared, Y/N,” he admits exhaling sharply before he cups your face in his hands and kisses you again. “I was not in the mood to fight Pete Davidson at the after party,” he chuckles against your lips, making you laugh as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Don’t worry, he’ll probably high five you when he finds out about us.”

“So there is an us?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow.

“You don’t want that?”

“Y/N, I have wanted it since I was like… eighteen,” he admits chuckling.

“You’ve been crushing on me all along?” you gasp with wide eyes and he just nods, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip that you can’t wait to go back to kissing. “That’s funny, because I’ve had the fattest crush on you since probably forever too.”

“Damn it, then we have a lot of time to make up for that we missed, huh?” he grins coyly and kisses you again. And again. And again…

Thank you for reading, please like and reblog if you enjoyed it!

[winns-stuff]

LO RANT:

So everyone won’t take Minthe’s backstory and will continue to try and rip her a new one and insult her but you all will be up in arms to defend and victimize Hades’ disgusting behavior because of his backstory right? Okay. See this is what really annoys me about THAT part of the fandom, I’m not saying Minthe is a good person or anything like that I’ve literally talked about the way I feel about her in a earlier rant and I’m not saying “yes, yes excuse her behavior because she has a sad backstory!!” because as I always say for Hades the backstory is only ever going to be an explanation not an excuse or pass for her behavior, but at the same time it’s real hypocritical for so many people to use that exact statement when trying to defend Hades. Let me explain.

One thing I absolutely despise about this whole thing is how so many people continue to say that Hades has trauma and he has issues, “everyone’s been sooo mean to Hades no one respects him or treats him right!!” (which is understandable because look at how this motherfucker acts ON THE DAILY, we all read the exact same chapter he yells, manipulates, gaslights, and talks shit about all of his employees but they’re supposed to bend over backwards for him and forgive him even though he won’t fucking stop?? he doesn’t deserve respect, respect is earned not given and he has done absolutely nothing to correct his attitude nor has he compensated for his actions to literally everyone who deals with him in the Underworld, I don’t want to fucking hear that shit) but they’ll bash Minthe so fucking hard for having the exact same fucking issues. You guys act like Hades is just this perfect man who can do no wrong when Hades is literally a man-child. When Minthe and Him started their relationship he basically used her, he made it so that she got fired from her old job just so she can be his assistant that he can just take out all of his stress out on whenever he wants to. That’s why he gave her the job, so she can be completely reliant on him and not go anywhere. He knew that buying her that apartment and clothes, basically everything she had would make her financially helpless and what did he do instead of giving this woman a better job or at least a damn paycheck to get her on her feet? He went and found another woman in the exact same situation as her, scared and financially unstable. Needing someone to rely on, maybe not for sexual or financial things but it’s definitely emotional. The whole thing was started by him and no I am not blaming him for Minthe’s behavior but I am blaming him for using her and creating this mess in the first place.

Honestly, I’m proud of Minthe’s arc. I am excited to see her development and to see her grow as a person, wanna know why? Cause we still don’t see development from fucking Hades yet everyone wants to comment on how amazing he is, HES FUCKING BORING. He’s not a male wife either stop slandering male wives like that, he does not deserve the title of male wife, all he is is a predatory loser who obviously can’t handle mentally and even physically mature women because he knows that they won’t take his bullshit. So many people are eye rolling about hearing Minthe’s backstory but hers is probably one of the most interesting ones we’ve seen this whole fucking comic. You all accepted Hades’ backstory with open arms even though they’re doing the same shit! Stop insulting and berating Minthe and not doing the exact same to Hades.

Not only that, but at least Minthe is getting some actual developmental changes. Hades pulled out a man’s eye in season one and he has not shown an ounce of remorse or care, we never see Hades doing anything except being a whiny fucking dickhead that can’t fathom the fact that he’s the fucking problem. Minthe at least showed some damn self awareness and self reflection, she’s in the damn process of maturing and becoming better! Hades is still on the same shit he was on the 1st season and ITS SEASON FUCKING 3!! I’m so tired of everyone praising such disgusting characters and getting upset at people pointing out just how uncomfortable they get. Your fave is an asshole, he’s a manipulator, he’s a hothead, he’s a cold piece of fucking work that does the bare minimum. That doesn’t mean you have to stop liking him, I’d just be so relieved if people would stop pretending like he’s fucking Bob Ross! Like honestly, I wouldn’t even have a problem with people liking Hades or favoring him if only they’d stop shaming and gaslighting and being so hostile with this weird delusion that he’s a good person, not only that but I cannot stand the hypocrisy that comes out of this how are you mad at one person saying that they favor Minthe but you favor and defend Hades with your whole life no questions asked. You’ll shame that person for liking Minthe because she’s a bad person who’s made terrible decisions that’s affected everyone around her but you cross the line to Hades that’s also a bad person who’s made terrible decisions that’s affected everyone around him. Make it make sense please, it’s getting super annoying.

But anyways that’s the end of this rant, honestly I’m just really disappointed about how some of the fandom treats situations like these. I feel like this comic makes it it’s mission to have as many poorly written female characters as possible just for them to be hated on by the fandom. I’m probably overreacting though I am really upset at the response of some fans. Anyways, this was completely and entirely biased and it should not be used as fact since I literally just started writing this with little to no evidence, I’m basically running on thoughts and piling them together. These are just my plain raw emotions about the situation and how I chose to react, a little extreme and more aggressive I guess so I’ll fix that later. But if you agree or disagree is both fine I don’t mind either, disagreeing or agreeing with anyone is human nature and it would be really creepy if we just agreed on everything honestly.

[madarasthicc]

Map to Hope

Madara x reader

- An arranged marriage twenty years in the making comes calling for Madara Uchiha. Now that Konoha has stabilized, his bride-to-be is ready to be at his side. But is Madara ready for what marriage all entails?

[Master list]

—> [Chapter Two]

Chapter 1: Konoha’s Most Supportive Best Friend.

“I'm getting married in three months.” 

Madara had almost forgotten to tell Hashirama and Tobirama. Well, telling Hashirama meant Tobirama would hear about it as well. Fuck. Hashirama would probably tell the whole village. Not that it mattered, his clan was already aware of the arrangement so it wasn’t as if his loud-mouthed best friend could tell anyone of importance. And it wasn’t as if it was that close to coming. Three months was still plenty of time to tell them. Not as if he was springing the news on them.

When he’s met with silence he looks up at the other men in the room. As of late he had gotten pulled into helping the two Senju’s with Konoha’s government matters- “you have an equal hand in building this village. It was as much your dream as mine” Hashirama had said to him. It was what led the three of them, often late nights in the Hokage tower. Mostly Tobirama and himself going over Hashirama’s work. Ensuring it was completely filled out and correct. 

“What? Are you two deaf suddenly?” Madara snapped, banging his first on the table. It clearly woke them up from whatever stupor they were in.

“You know a woman?”

“How did you convince her to marry you?”

“Is she real?”

“This is a joke. There’s no way you convinced any sane woman to marry you.”

“Hey!” Madara snapped. “I am a catch, excuse you both.” He said straighten his clothing. “Any woman would be lucky to be my wife.” He huffed, crossing his arms. This, he expected from Tobirama. But Hashirama? His so-called ‘best friend’? It was just rude.

“I’m sorry, Madara. It’s just, well, you’re not exactly one to be romancing women.” Hashirama cleared his throat. It was obvious he was trying to be nice in explaining their disbelief. “And you’ve never mentioned a lover so-“

“He’s trying to say you’re shit with other people, neither of us have ever seen you interact with a woman outside of pleasantries, never showed interest in anything other than battle-I’m pretty sure you’d have more fun tormenting me for the rest of your life than being with a woman.” Tobirama said, holding his hand up as he counted this off. “And only the crazy put up with your bullshit.” He added flatly. 

“Hey! I’m his best friend!” Hashirama gasped, throwing a pen at his brother. 

“Exactly.” Tobirama sighed, rubbing his forehead where the pen had hit. “Only crazy puts up with you.” 

“So who’s the lucky woman??” Hashirama asked after throwing another pen his brother’s way. He rubbed his hands together excited to get the details now that he was over his Initial shock.

“I don’t remember her name.” He said with a shrug. 

“MADARA UCHIHA!” Hashrama hollered, absolutely shocked. 

“What a lucky woman, don’t even remember her name. How ever did you woo her?” Tobirama huffed, feeling a headache forming. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to ignore his brother’s rambling. 

“Madara! I cannot believe you! Your own fiancé, you can’t remember her name?!” Hashirama began to ramble off his disbelief. 

“Hey! In my defense, I have not seen her in twenty years.” Madara yelled over Hashirama's outrage, and Tobirama’s insults. 

“Then how-why in the fuck are you even marrying her?” Tobirama snapped. Gods, he felt even more pity for the poor woman. “Some poor random woman tied to you till death.” 

“Tobirama language!” Hashirama gasped, throwing a balled up paper at him. 

“Are you always looking for the worst in me?” Madara growled, his eyes narrowing at Tobirama. “It’s an arranged marriage.” He said firmly. “Has been in place since I was ten.” The room went silent. 

“Ah, so a marriage for alliance and peace?” Hashirama said, resting his head on his hand. This took all the fun out of the news. But certainly calmed his frustration with his friend. And made the situation much more understandable.

“Loyalty, money, shinobis, land-all that.” Madara waving his hand. “As the war expanded, she and other non-shinobi members of her clan moved further west.” He explained. “I didn’t have time to focus on someone I had met once when she was a toddler. It wasn’t necessarily to me she was betrothed to anyway-it was myself or any of my brothers if I died. I just happen to be the last one alive.” There was a bite to his last words. They all knew Madara would never forgive Tobirama for the death of Izuna. Both men understood and respected Madara’s grief and anger. They understood, no one loved like an Uchiha, no one hated like one too. 

“So her clan has come calling for you to fulfill your end of the treaty.” Hashirama phrased it as a statement, not a question. 

“Yes. Her clan believes Konoha is stable enough for her to settle here and marry.” He nodded. “It is what it is. She’ll have a comfortable life here in Konoha as a clan head’s wife.” 

The other two men nodded at Madara’s words. They both understood the place where he was coming from. Hashirama, being clan head as well, would marry for an alliance between them and another clan. It was how it had always been. Marrying for power and safety, rather than lust or love.

Silence fell over the room. Madara sighed and stood, “I’ll be turning in for the night.” Was all he said before he left. The brothers shared a look and without a word turned back to their paper works. It was odd to imagine Madara being a married man. It just seemed something out of character for him. But one couldn’t escape their duty to their clan. Not even in times of peace.

End of chapter one-ten notes(likes/reblogs/comments) and chapter two will be posted. Let me know what you think!

[quirkless-accident]

Honesty is the Worst Policy

Let's hear it for drabble #50! I've been super excited for this one. Words cannot describe how much I appreciate all of you. Your support and enthusiasm makes writing these much more fun, and I'm happy that you all are as excited about these as I am!

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The day had started off normal. Great, even. But he should have known to wait for the other shoe to drop.

It happened during lunch. He had gotten a stain on his blazer, and, well, his parents already didn't like buying him things, and it's not like he could afford another. So he was doing His Best™.

He had been chatting actively with Tucker, Sam, and another one of Sam's new gen ed friends, who had reached over him to slap Tucker, and had used his arm as leverage.

But he hadn't noticed. Nobody had. Not until he had gotten slammed into a wall by Bakugou and his dumb explosions during Foundational Heroics.

"Are you okay?" Uraraka had asked, hands hovering over him.

Yeah, I'm good, is what he had tried to say. What had come out was, "No. My head hurts, I'm tired and I'm pretty sure at least one rib is broken."

That had been more than enough for him to get his ass sent to Recovery Girl. And like always, as the end of the session she asked the same question.

"Anything else, Dearie?"

And he tried to respond with his usual, "Not today! Maybe tomorrow I'll have a concussion for you!"

And then she would swat him with her cane and send him on his way. What came out, however, was nothing like that.

"Not anything you can fix. I'm kind of a biological anomaly that can't be fixed."

He fled before she could ask him questions. She would probably tell Aizawa about it later, but that honestly sounded like a future-Danny problem. Present-Danny was currently trying to get a hold of Sam.

"Aren't you at training?" She asked him.

"Bakugou broke my ribs and I had to get them fixed," he says, and he can't tell if it was against his will or not. "But something is wrong. I can't-the words that I want to say aren't coming out. I just told Recovery Girl I was essentially a freak of nature. And I didn't want to."

"Sounds like Shinjistsu accidentally activated her quirk," Sam replied. She sounds far to calm about this for Danny's liking.

"Okay. Where is she so I can turn it off?" He'll apologize for his snappiness later. Right now he needs to get his brain fixed so he doesn't accidentally spill anything terrible.

"You can't. It has to wear off on it's own. I think she said it lasted a week? Maybe a month? I'll have to double check with her. I think part of it is answering all questions directed towards you, too. Honestly, obviously."

Danny wanted to scream out in frustration, but instead of doing that, he forced himself to take deep breaths. "I'll have to give you my phone, then, just in case," he said. "And I have to tell Aizawa. Maybe if I'm lucky he'll excuse me from class until it wears off."

"Why don't you just tell him the truth?" Sam asked. "I mean, if anybody is going to believe you-and help you-it's gonna be the guy who got totaled by a Nomu for you."

"Because he might tell my parents and they already don't like me. And you know how they feel about Inviso-Bill. I don't really wanna be strapped down to a table and experimented on, Sam."

"Ugh. Right. Listen-I'm super sorry but I have to go. But talk to Aizawa, I'm sure he'll help you out."

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Sam is a big fat liar.

He had turned over his phone to her after telling Aizawa who told him he still had to attend class.

"Whatever petty teenager bullshit you have going on isn't important enough to have you skip out on class," he had said.

It wasn't too bad at first. For the first two days he wasn't asked too many questions. Not any that he wouldn't have answered honestly anyway. And when they got back to the dorms, he would hide away in his room and work on homework to avoid a mental breakdown.

Aizawa had notified all of the teachers, but none of his classmates, per Danny's request. The less questions he got, the better. And man, were they good at asking needlessly invasive questions sometimes.

It was on the third day when everything went to shit.

He was walking into class, debating on whether or not he wanted to invest in some kind of muzzle when he was hit with a question by his least favorite person.

"Danny-what bra size is your sister?" Mineta asked him from across the room. His voice carried, and nearly everybody went quiet, but Danny saw red.

"I don't know. I don't care. But if you ask me anything like that ever again," he let his eyes flash a dangerous green, "then I'll punt you into the fucking sun."

"Geez, no need so be so sensitive. Why is your quirk so creepy like that, anyway?"

"Because I'm dead."

The words had left his mouth before he could even properly process Mineta's question. And it was said with such a finality, such a certainty, that even if he hadn't been under the effects of a truth quirk, he's pretty sure a couple of them would have believed him.

"He, yeah, right," Mineta said. Danny could practically feel Mr. Aizawa's gaze on the back of his neck despite the fact that he was hiding behind his desk in his sleeping bag. "Tell us the truth."

"I am."

He's starting to think that maybe he should have let Aizawa tell the class he was under the effects of a truth quirk.

"Oh yeah?" Kaminari asked. "How'd you die?"

"I got electrocuted with millions of volts of ectoplasmic electricity and it bonded to my DNA."

There was a bark of laughter and a couple of applauds from his friends for committing to what was obviously a very hilarious bit. But the more he spoke, the more he could feel Aizawa's gaze boring into him.

But thankfully, he was saved by the bell.

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"Class dismissed," Aizawa drawled, but his sharp eyes were sitting firmly on Danny, who didn't move an inch. "Fenton, stay behind."

He wanted to punt Mineta into the sun. It hadn't been a threat when he said it earlier. It had been a promise.

The class cleared out quickly enough. His friends only lingered for a couple of moments before being dragged away by other classmates. The entire time, Danny stared at his desk, unable to look up and face his teacher.

Because Aizawa knew he had been telling the truth. Had known that he couldn't lie. And now he knew he was a freak and he was going to tell his parents, and when they found out they were going to strap him to the table in the basement and-

"Danny, breathe," Aizawa told him, stepping into his vision. Danny squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head.

"I don't need to," he said against his will. "Fuck."

If Aizawa had a problem with his swearing, he didn't show it. Instead, he sat down in the chair in front of Danny's desk and placed a warm hands over his cold, trembling ones.

"Are you okay with answering a few questions?" He asked. And, wow. Danny hadn't been expecting that. He had been expecting a full-tilt investigation into his weird tragic backstory. But Danny could see it. It was the illusion of choice, whether Aizawa saw it like that or not. He could answer yes, and spill his guts. Or he could answer no, and be pestered about it later, and with his terrible luck, he wasn't going to count on that being a time where he was vulnerable.

So he nodded his head yes.

"What did you mean by you being dead?" He asked. Danny just shrugged.

"Exactly what it sounds like," he says. "Sort of. I'm half dead."

"How did-how did you survive?" Danny didn't miss the hesitation in his voice. The uncertainty of the words coming out of his own mouth. And Danny couldn't blame him, not really. If he was Aizawa, even with a truth quirk playing a part in all of this he wouldn't believe a word he said either.

"My parents are ghost hunters and they experiment a lot with ectoplasm. I think a lifelong exposure is the only thing that saved me. Er-well, half of me, anyway."

"So your other half-your Phantom form...That's your ghost form?"

"Yeah. My superpower is dying on command."

"That's not funny."

"I'm not trying to be."

A tense silence fell between them. Danny met dark eyes, but the only thing he could see in them was genuine concern. And...And maybe Sam was right, he thinks. Because the only thing Aizawa has ever done for him is help. Whether it be from a panic attack or a walk to Recovery Girl or giving him harder course work because everything else was just to easy. He helped Danny in any way he could.

Could he help here?

Danny averted his gaze to his shoes.

They were bright red with black laces, and more bulky than the average shoe. There was only one brand that sold half-decent shoes that fit the feet of quirkless people, and they only came in one color. It was a constant reminder that he was different. Even with the power that he had now, he was still different. Because he had things that he didn't need, like an appendix, wisdom teeth, an extra toe joint.

He's seen Midoriya with the exact same pair. There was an understanding between the two, though they hadn't talked about it. Maybe after all this was over he would spill his guts to him. But right now, he needed to spill his guts to Aizawa.

Because if anybody was going to help him it was him.

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Aizawa wanted to throttle the people who hurt his kid student. From the beginning Danny's been a twitchy, anxious mess, just like Midoriya, but he had passed it off as social anxiety because he wasn't the one breaking his bones every day.

And he wasn't stupid. He noticed the shoes. He and Midoriya had the same ones. As an Underground hero he's seen more than his fair share of quirkless murders or suicides. Always young. Always powerless.

But these kids have power. Almost too much, if he was being honest. He figured that maybe they just had abnormally wide feet, and needed the extra space. But after hearing Danny's confession-about his parents, about his death, he was cursing his past self for being so ignorant. He should have looked at the signs and connected the dots a lot sooner than this.

And the worst part was that he was telling the truth. There's no way he could tell a lie.

"Why...Why didn't you say anything sooner?" Aizawa had asked him.

"Because I didn't want you telling my parents," Danny answered.

"Are you safe at home?" Fuck, was this kid abused? It happened often with quirkless kids. And he could see it being a super awkward conversation with his parents that he was just a late bloomer. A late bloomer with a quirk directly tied to their profession.

"I don't know," Danny answered. "Probably not. They're not good parents."

The words seemed to slip from him without consent, and Danny's eyes widened, as if he was just realizing this for the first time. It was a possibility-it's not uncommon for the abuser to make their victim completely rely on them, or to make them think nothing was wrong.

"If you elaborate-depending on what you say-I can get you out of their custody by the end of the week."

"Including my sister?" Danny asked. His voice was quiet, and he was suddenly met with wide, blue eyes. They looked absolutely desperate for help.

"Including your sister. So...Do you want to elaborate?"

"Yes."

"Are you okay if I record this conversation? It can be used as evidence later."

"Yes."

"Okay," Aizawa said, starting a recording on his phone. "What makes you feel unsafe in your home, Danny?"

------

They had talked for hours. Long past the normal time for a teacher and a student to be speaking. Maybe he could just pass it off as a tutoring session. It was no mistake that Danny was working on more advanced math and science classes. Growing up in a lab gave you a leg up on some things, he supposes.

He was drained, and all he wanted to do was eat and go to bed. Maybe he could skip the shower and just take one in the morning. He hadn't gotten to gross from training.

He held a hand over his mouth as he let out a large yawn, while his other opened the door to the dorms. It was around dinner time, so the common room was in full swing with students milling about here and there. Danny genuinely enjoyed his time with all of them, but tonight he just didn't have the energy. Maybe he could sneak upstairs and just have a big breakfast. That could work, right?

"Hey, Danny!" Uraraka greeted. "Did your talk with Mr. Aizawa go okay? You were gone for a long time."

"Yeah, it went...Really good, actually. But I'm really tired so-"

"-What did you guys talk about?" Kaminari asked him.

"About how my abusive neglectful parents inadvertently caused my death."

"Wh...Bro, are you okay?" Several others were starring at him now, and-oh, that's right. They didn't know he was under the influence of a truth quirk.

"Not currently, no. I had a really emotionally draining conversation with Aizawa and I'm tired of being so open and vulnerable with everybody."

"Then why don't you just shut up?" Bakugou barked. He got a couple of glares from his friends for his trouble.

"Because I got hit with a truth quirk and now I'm forced to tell the truth. It'll last for another...four days? That's what Sam said, anyway."

"So if we ask you questions you have to answer truthfully?" Sero asked.

"Yeah, pretty much."

"So...You're actually...Dead?" Ashido asked him. She looked like she was about to cry.

This was going to be a long night.

"Half dead," he corrected. "It's why I have so many powers that aren't linked together."

It was strange, hearing these words coming from his own mouth. It wasn't hard to talk about with Sam and Tucker since they were there when it happened, but telling his classmates was a completely different experience. He wasn't stressed necessarily. It was just odd that his normal anxieties about being caught were overridden by the quirk.

And, maybe, there might be a small part of him that was tired of hiding. He trusted his friends. Everyone in this room, with the exception of a tiny purple menace, he trusted with his afterlife. If anybody was going to hurt him over this, it wouldn't be these guys.

"What was your quirk before you died, kero?" Tsu asked.

"I didn't have one," Danny answered automatically, and okay. Maybe things would change now. Because he definitely didn't want people knowing that.

He noticed the way Midoriya and Bakugou flinched, but it was missed by everybody else, who's attention were all laser focused on him.

The class was stunned into silence. The only sounds they could hear was Danny's rapid, panicked breathing. He didn't want this. He didn't want to talk about his quirklessness. It had caused so many problems for him his entire life. Why was talking about his death easier than that?

He would have to answer that question later. Because now, he was too distracted by Midoriya standing up. He slowly walked over, and when he got to be arms length, he held them out.

His arms were littered in self-inflicted scars from his bones breaking over and over, but with his sleeves riding up, he could see the edges of starburst scars and permanent red handprints.

Danny opened his own arms out, and Midoriya crashed into him. His ribs were thankfully fully healed. otherwise the hug would have been painful with how tightly Midoriya was squeezing him.

He's not sure how long they stood there for. It could have been seconds or minutes, but he didn't care. The only thing he cared about was finding comfort with the one other person in this entire school who could understand him.

Because being quirkless in a world full of superheroes was a fate worth than death.

It was abusive parents. It was being berated every day by peers. It was hard fists and brutal kicks in back alleys. It was the threat of death looming over their heads every time they were out and about. It was the ache in their chests when they read an article about another quirkless death. It was the silent mourning as peers mocked the dead the next day and pretending that it didn't bother you. It was starring over the edge of a roof and thinking, maybe today's the day. And, unless your last name was Fenton or Midoriya, it was unescapable.

At least with death, he had been, in a way, set free. Because now, he knew where he was going when he finally passed. The illusion of peace was broken right alongside him when he activated that dumb portal.

Eventually he and Midoriya let go. Unsurprisingly, Midoriya has tears in his eyes, but he's got a small, watery smile, and Danny thinks that, yeah, with someone who understand by his side, this will be easier.

------

The rest of the week is a little rough. The class did not take his death as lightly as he thought they would. Thankfully they had banned Mineta from even being in the room. And they had promised not to tell anybody outside of the class.

And though things were a little weird, it wasn't all bad. Aizawa, as promised, had gotten custody of him and Jazz. Over breaks and some weekends, they would be staying with him. And Hagakure, who's been pestering him about his nonexistent love life since the start of school, finally got him to confess about his crush. Danny avoided her for the rest of the week, and prayed to whoever was in the sky that she didn't spill the beans.

Todoroki was, oddly enough, a silent comfort. Whenever things were getting to be too much he would ask Danny to help him out with something random. In the end, they would just sit in one of their rooms and sit in a comfortable silence, or sometimes they would invite Izuku-because that's who he was to Danny now-and they would talk about shitty fathers with unrealistic expectations.

Danny found the whole ordeal oddly freeing. It was like he could breath properly again for the first time since he got his powers. He hadn't realized how much those secrets sat in the back of his mind, taunting him about his peer's reactions. But now that it was out in the open, there wasn't anything to fear. Not really. The people who knew all cared about him, in their own ways, and he trusted that they would protect his secret.

After all his dirty laundry was aired out, the rest of the week wasn't super terrible. But the best part was when how he found out the quirk wore off.

It was a bright Saturday, filled with a warm breeze and laughing classmates as they all hung out in their various friend groups. The girls were having a picnic, Kaminari, Kirishima, and Sero were actively trying to piss Bakugou off, and Midoriya and Uraraka were laughing at something Ida had said-and judging by the boy's face, he had no idea what was so funny, which sent his friends into another round of hysterics.

Sam, Tucker, Shinsou, and Shinjitsu, who had apologized profusely, sat with him under the shade of a tree. He was half-asleep next to Shinsou, laying in the soft grass and being lulled to sleep by the sounds of Sam talking and Tucker tinkering.

Hagakure, Jirou, and Momo walk up to them, all looking a little too smug.

"So, we Danny, we were talking about what you said to Mineta a few days ago," Jirou says, and wow, she's not trying to hide her mirth at all.

"Which part?" Danny asked, still half asleep.

"When you said you would punt him into the sun," Hagakure said excitedly. "You were under the truth quirk. Does that mean you can really do that?"

"No, I was just talking out of my ass," Danny said. The sarcasm was more of a reflex than anything, but it was enough for him to jolt upright a moment later.

"Hagakure, gimme a lie."

"Uh, you can't punt Mineta into the sun?"

"I can't pun Mineta into the sun," Danny repeated. He couldn't keep the grin off of his face as he jumped up. Without warning he picked up Hagakure excitedly. He repeated the phrase, growing louder every time he said it. The attention of his classmates were on him again, more confused than anything.

"I don't see why you're cheering about that," Uraraka tells him. Danny sets Hagakure down and runs over.

"It means I can lie again! I'm more than capable of punting him into the sun but now I can say I can't!"

In all his excitement, he wound up in a jumping circle with all of the girls, save for Jirou and Momo, who had a finger on her chin in deep though.

And after, Danny will be pestered about how he can go to space, unharmed. About how, yes, he doesn't need to breath in his ghost form, he's dead, so he can last long enough to get to the sun. And Aizawa will give him a half-concerned raised eyebrow and makes him promise to not actually commit to such an act.

And later he will also have to go to court against his parents and admit to them that he is no longer fully human. He will have Aizawa and Jazz by his side, as well as Nezu. And he will fight great, wonderful battles that bring the rest of them to their knees, but Danny has always been stubborn, so he refuses to go down. And when the ash will settle, he will stand tall as a glowing beacon of hope.

But that's for future Danny to worry about.

Right now, Present Danny is just excited that he can punt Mineta into the sun.

[maizumis]

Hii! Another Haikyuu dad au! Can it be with the miya twins, Bokuto, Iwa, and Suna? They get into an argument with their pregnant wife so the wife tells them to leave her alone. The boys find a loophole so they talk to her baby bump about how sorry they are to their mama :)

— HAIKYUU BOYS ARGUING WITH YOU WHILE PREGNANT AND APOLOGIZING

ft. timeskip!miya atsumu, iwaizumi hajime, suna rintaro

note: female reader‼️ angst to fluff ‼️different format cos I wanted to write more 🥴 thanks anon! hope you like it 😽 I think I'm gonna do a part two cos this got longer than expected and I couldn't add all the characters! not edited, that's work for tomorrow!

# MIYA ATSUMU

atsumu came home after a rough day at practice, excited to spend some time with you and baby boy that was about to come in just a month

all happiness he had quickly erased when he saw that the home was on the same that when he went to practice, dishes without washing and clothes without fold

" ‘tsumu you're home! we missed you!" he walked past you, he didn't even give you a side look, going directly to the bathroom "‘tsumu all okay? I made your favor–" "could ya please shut up? a come home after working and entire day for ma family and the house is like this? what did ya do the whole day?"

you were stuck in your place with wide eyes and hands over your belly "I'm sorry ‘tsumu, my back hurts a lot today and—" "save it, don’ wanna hear yer excuses"

"go fuck yourself then, miya, sleep in the comfiness of the couch today and don't you dare talk to me until tomorrow" with that you were gone to the master bedroom, fighting the tears that were in your eyes

he thought nothing about it and went to the shower, thinking what was he gonna eat for dinner then go to sleep, tomorrow is a new day

-

freshly out of the shower with pajamas on, he went to the kitchen to eat something, mesmerized when he saw the little note on the oven glass

"enjoy your meal! we love you!<3"

not only that, but that you made his favorite, knowing he was gonna come home late and exhausted after practice

memories of the recent fight came to his mind, he didn't even let you talk your mind, his throat feeling heavy with the guilt that he was experiencing, maybe he should let you talk after all

contradictory to your words, he went runnint to the shared bedroom, ready to apologise for being an ass "baby, yer awake?"

"not for you" you told him trying to hide your sobs, the day was awful, your back didn't let you do anything, the meal you cooked was an hour of fighting the back pain, thinking your ‘tsunj would be happy if he found this

"okay then, good thing a have a baby I can talk to"

he knelt down in front of you, carefully placing his head on the baby bump, caressing it from time to time

"I was an ass, sorry, a bad person to yer mom today baby, a came home and told her bad things, she was hurting and a Didi care, can ya tell her sorry for me?" he felt a kick on his cheek and a smile on his face when he saw you laugh, even with the tear-stained cheeks you were beautiful

" ‘tsumu, not cool what you did today, I wasn't feeling okay and I missed you, we missed you" your voice still a little wiggly after that crying session you had with your maternity pillow

finally, first name privileges, he thought "a know, am sorry, am so sorry, ya deserve so much better angel, am sorry"

"‘s okay tsum, cuddle me as an apologize, yeah?"

he never got into bed at that speed, quickly cuddling you with hands on your tummy while giving little pecks to your neck

"ya don't have to tell me twice"

# IWAIZUMI HAJIME

before and during pregnancy you joined iwaizumi on his works out or runs from time to time, you knew he enjoyed his time doing it so, why don't join him?

today you were not feeling like it, morning sickness took over you and the bed seemed like the best place to stay all day, one day in bed wouldn't hurt, you thought

apparently it stroke a nerve on hajime "what are you doing in the bed? up! we need it go out! " '‘m sorry haji, not really feeling like it today, why don't you go and I make something when you return home?"

"what do you mean 'you don't feel like it' the only thing you do all day is laze around"

you took a deep breath before answering, knowing didn't meant what he say "well I'm sorry I'm pregnant iwaizumi, I can't help it. go on your run and we can eat something together when you return"

"fucking Clara wouldn't put this excuses on me" he murmured under his breath, hoping you didn't heard the mention of his ex partner

"repeat yourself iwaizumi hajime, I'm waiting"

"no baby— I'm sorry, I didn't mean it-"

"go out before I go out by myself iwaizumi, don't bother talk to me the rest of the day, I'm gonna make dinner and leave it on the fridge, I'm also gonna sleep in the guest room. fucking low of you iwaizumi, so fucking low"

he went out with a knot on his throat, he didn't need to bring that up— he knew you weren't feeling your best and then he still played that ex-girlfriend card. on the way back home he picked up flowers knowing you loved them, praying to anyone who was above him for your forgiveness

"I'm home"

"and I told you not to talk to me, iwaizumi"

being petty was right, the mention of his ex while carrying his first daughter because you didn't feel like going out today was bullshit, he didn't have an excuse

he looked down to the floor before closing the door and going to the living room to think about what he did, cheeks red of embarrassment because of his childish behavior

-

he waited for you to be asleep before going into the room, with the idea of carrying your to the king bed instead of this one, after all, he was the one that deserved the uncomfy room

before picking you he saw the pregnant belly, the shirt you were wearing rolled up so it was exposed to the cold air

" ‘m sorry baby, your mama doesn't deserve this, you have the right to be angry with me" tears were pricking his eyes, maybe he was thinking too ahead but would you leave him for this?

"I'm such and asshole, I hope you don't remember that lady's name" he told the fetus as if he was having an actual conversation face to face "behave for mom yeah? don't put more pressure on her than already did" with that he picked you up, without knowing you were fully awake the whole conversation

you let yourself be carried to the big bedroom, once you felt him place you on the bed, you tugged his shirt while looking at him with teary eyes "we need to talk tomorrow but please,stay hajime" you were still mad, but his company is what you were craving right now

"there's no way I'm not staying forever with you"

# SUNA RINTARO

rintaro was coming home late this past weeks but he finally had a free night! so you were excited to spend a bonding time with him and your unborn baby

finishing the little detail on the table such as the dry flowers and the candles, you hear the door being open "rinnie! you finally home! it felt like forever while waiting for you!" he gave you a sweet peck in your lips before going to his room to change his clothes

"oh~ I see you dressed fancy for the occasion! wait for me I think I have a dress that stills fits me!" "what do you mean? I'm going out with the inarizaki boys, kita is in town"

you stopped midway the hall that ended in your room, quickly walking towards your boyfriend again "what do you mean you're going out? what about what I made?"

"you made something?"

it was ridiculous to keep begging, maybe you should call it a day and watch some movies in the couch with a tube of ice cream, alone, again.

"okay then, have fun rin, don't drink to much and come home safe"

-

rin came home after a few hours out, he indeed had a good time with his old teammates but his mind was all the time one you, maybe he should have stay with you, eat some homemade food and cuddle all night while talking about nothing

he entered the house and saw you spread on the couch, huge blanket on with his highschool jersey on, long forgotten night snacks on the night table and Netflix on the tv

it wasn't only that what caught his eye but the table in the kitchen too, he walked towards it and saw it, the candles, the flower carefully placed on the middle of the table, the matching napkins and fancy plates, so that was what you were referring to earlier

guilt creeped all over his body, he didn't acknowledge your efforts to make a night for the both of you, was this negligence? he thought

going again to the couch, bending over so he would be at your height, he placed a hand on your belly before speaking

"you're allowed to be mad at me when you're born baby" he paused for a few seconds, thinking what was he gonna say next "papa is a fucking asshole— sorry, don't say that, papa is very clumsy from time to time"

"Rin?"

there you were! his hand came quickly behind your neck, pressing your forehead and noses together, lips brushing each other

"I'm sorry I'm so stupid— fuck, I really don't want to cry right now, I'm an horrible person"

you cupped his face with both your hands, eyes teary about to cry for a second time that day "you're not horrible Rin, it's just it feels lonely you know?" tears already going down your cheek, the sight made his heart ache, you were crying because of him

"I know you're out there trying to be the best for us but" your voice wiggly, you were really trying to hide the sobs you had inside "but sometimes it feels like you're not around anymore, I can't share the little moments I have because I wake up to an empty bed and go to sleep with the thought of you being out" full sobs were coming out of you at this point, days of pain finally reaching their point "and it hurts so bad not to have you around"

rintaro was crying along with you, you could feel his wet tears on your neck, where he was placing his head "and your absolutely right angel, I'm gonna be better for you– for the both of you, what about I take the day off tomorrow, yeah?" his quavering voice betraying him, even if you knew he was crying he wanted to be strong

"that sounds perfect rin... come cuddle me?"

carrying you bridal style to the bedroom, he lit your favorite candle and snuggled you under the cost sheets

"cuddle you, all day long baby"

[streets-in-paradise]

Ready for the Good Times - Andy Barclay x Reader.

Requested by @livsterriblesecret​

“  Can you do an Andy fic where Andy and reader are both 18 and reader is like innocent and Andy feels like they're too nice for them and reader reader just comforts him with cuddles and movies while telling him the deserves all things nice.” 

Word Count 1 K

Warnings: None, this is all clean. 

Summary: Andy can't believe that he is dating you, a person so nice and innocent that brings light into his life. When he finds himself forced to reveal his dark secret to you he is sure that you are going to leave him, but you unexpectedly prove him wrong.

Tags: @losersclubisms​

He never imagined he would meet someone like you. After so much time in the dark, Andy forgot that lightfull people existed. In his opinion, saying that you were adorable was getting short as a description. Right during your first meeting, when he was helping you with some street indications to reach the place for a job interview, you already did your thing being unbelievably nice to him. In the course of the interaction he figured out that you were heading to his very same place of work, meaning that you were one of the probable new additions to the staff, and when he commented on it you got somehow even more excited. You ended up gifting him a lollipop you had in your pocket along with your thanks for the help and you smiled so sweetly that he could swear he felt dizzy just by staring at your cute face. Trying not to get distracted with your tenderness and beauty was his new work challenge, since you actually became coworkers later. 

After over a month of constant casual interactions he finally got the courage to ask you out, what obtained an answer of the sweetest excitement from you. As dates progressed it all felt too wonderful to be true, Andy was falling for you a little bit more every day while being absolutely unused to feeling like that. Your loveliness was impossible to ignore, but it made him feel guilty about allowing the relationship to keep evolving. You were so nice and innocent, always positive and bright. Being with you was like dating a Disney protagonist, but his life was more like a horror movie. Most people that came across him had a grim end and some of them seemed more prepared than you to face something like Chucky.

You didn’t deserve to be dragged by the darkness following him, Andy felt he had to face you were simply too nice for him and you would be better without him. 

The first time he was at your place seemed to serve as a confirmation for his painful doubt. A first look inside your bedroom showed it was full of plushies and dolls, which made his old instincts kick in. As soon as you left him alone he began to search the place to make sure you didn’t have a Good Guy. It wouldn’t matter if it wasn’t a Chucky. Even if you once were one of the many kids that had a good childhood owning a normal doll that you would keep for nostalgia, he felt obliged to get it out of your house. 

He had enough of that ‘ I am Tommy’ bullshit as a seven year old. 

“ Have you lost something, Andy?” Your voice interrupted him from behind while he was searching in the closet. “ Don’t worry, I lose things all the time here.” 

Any other person would have kicked out the weirdo touching their personal stuff, but you didn’t seem bothered about the violation of privacy aspect of the scene. 

“ You have so many dolls… I wondered if you happen to have a Good Guy.” He attempted to excuse himself. “ It’s important, those things make me uncomfortable.” 

“... Good Guys, I remember those! The redheads with the rainbow striped shirt! So cute, I wanted one when I was a kid but they got them out of the market too fast. A real shame, they looked so huggable in the commercials!!” 

It was the sort of answer he expected from you, a proof of why things between you may never work despite how badly he wanted it to do so. 

“ Why do they upset you?” 

You invited him to sit on your bed and held his hand, heart melting tenderness that incited Andy to be honest with you. If that would be the end, at least he wouldn’t carry the guilt of lying to you and possibly endangering you. 

“ I got one for my sixth birthday… and it came to life, but it wasn’t like in Toy Story.” He started to explain, eyeing the Woody doll on the corner. “ Chucky attacked and killed many people trying to possess me. Inside of him there is the soul of a serial killer and he has chased me for my entire life. Most of the time I think he will never stop haunting me.” 

“ Where is Chucky now?” You asked immediately, no hesitation. “ Have you tried locking him in a cage? If he can’t go to human prison, make him go to doll prison.” 

Andy was blatantly shocked seeing you display an impossible reaction. It was as if you believed him automatically, no questioning. 

“ … How do you?..” 

“... When I was a kid I saw fairies in the backyard of my childhood’s home, I believe. “ You cutted him off. “ I lose things because of the leprechaun, he takes the cream i leave for the fairies in case they want to visit me again.`` 

He was no one to judge. if Chucky, a serial killer, was able to do magic he was probably not the only one out there. 

“ A leprechaun visits your house? “ 

“ He comes and goes, I notice because I find my shoes polished and he steals most shiny things he finds.” 

It sounded weird, but adorable. He couldn’t help smiling and you clung to him in a hug. 

“ Don’t worry, Andy. If Chucky ever comes, the leprechaun will protect us.” 

The whole situation was simply unbelievable to him, but not because of your leprechaun. 

“ Why are you so sweet to me? I told you something that can potentially kill you and now you are the one comforting me.” 

“ I do it because I like you. I wouldn’t be dating you otherwise, dummy. You deserve nice things and I am here to give those to you, that’s what people who fancy each other do for one another.” 

You were right and he couldn’t put that in question, so he closed the matter with a sweet kiss that got you a bit blushy. Immediately afterwards you were already putting into action a full comfort plan to cuddle on the living room couch watching fantasy films, adding to it a little detail that was just too nice to handle on his part. 

Aware of his issue with toys, you gifted him the little dog plushie that was one of your favorites in childhood. Caramel, named after its fur color, was very special to you and he understood quickly how great that show of support was. 

Perhaps he just had to get ready for the good times.

[whiteqnn]

PURE [3] - Corpse Husband x Fem! Reader

A/N: Over 1 thousand notes. You guys are insane. I can’t see any other explanation.

Thank you so much for all the love and support under the previous parts, all those comments just absolutely made my day! I would never expect this story to receive such a positive feedback, which I’m extremely grateful for! 

Anyway, I decided to add some additional plot to this story - mainly, the sudden criticism and hate directed on Y/N after the last Among Us stream. I thought it would make things more interesting.

That being said, I hope you enjoy the third part ^^

part 1

part 2 

part 4 

part 5

PURE [3]

Y/N stared at her phone screen, reading through the latest tweets of her friends inviting their fans to watch their streams. It was Thursday evening and just as it was planned, everyone was getting ready for another game of Among Us. Just as she would do if it wasn’t for all those comments...

The last stream caused sudden, unexpected amounts of attention on her social media. She probably shouldn’t be that surprised by it, given the fact that by appearing in Sean’s and Felix’s videos she wasn’t all that strange to their fans. But people who watched Rae, Toast, or Corpse’s streams didn’t know her. And apparently, some of them weren’t that happy to see a new face among the group of well-known gamers. 

She always tried to avoid the unnecessary spotlight as much as she could, preferring to stay hidden somewhere behind other, much more popular streamers. And it never bothered her. She was never one to enjoy too much attention anyway.

That’s why when she discovered how upset, or even angry, some people were when she played with all those famous streamers, she was quite shocked, to say the least. 

Like all those comments under Poki’s tweet, in which she mentioned who’s gonna be playing this time...

“Duh, why’s that Y/N chick supposed to play with them again? There are at least hundreds of other, much more popular streamers I can think of who would be better than her.”

“Who the fuck is she anyway? Why’s she there?”

“lmao, some random girl who got lucky enough to know jacksepticeye. Don’t get why she’s playing with them though.”

“NOT HER AGAIN. I SWEAR TO GOD SHE WAS SO FUCKING ANNOYING LAST TIME”

Sure, she wasn’t as famous as Felix, or Sean, or Rae, or anyone else for that matter. Her audience wasn’t very small, but it was nothing compared to the number of fans other YouTubers had. It was understandable that most people didn’t know who she was, and didn’t understand why she was there in the first place.

She was, in fact, just some random girl who was lucky to have Sean as her friend. But in a group of such great and well-known streamers, she definitely stood out like a sore thumb. 

Y/N almost jumped in her seat when her phone beeped with a new message, Sean’s nickname showing up at the top of her screen. 

Jackaboy: We’re starting in a few kiddo

Jackaboy: But join the call now so we can both make fun of Felix

After the last game, she was so excited and couldn’t wait for this evening. She looked forward to cooperating with Sykkuno again, to arguing with Toast, to laughing with Sean and Felix, to murdering other people with Corpse... Yet now, all this excitement seemed to vanish just like the mood to play, let alone talk with other people. They would surely see right through her and try to make her spill the beans, which would ruin the stream. And the last thing she wanted was to ruin their game.

Jackaboy: You there Y/N??

She sighed, thinking of some believable excuse that wouldn’t arouse suspicion, but her mind was flooded with all those comments and DMs she received over those past days, which expressed nothing but hatred towards her. 

Y/N: I’m really sorry Sean, but I don’t think I will be joining you today... I don’t feel very well. 

She waited for Sean’s reply impatiently, expecting him to send her some angry emoji or tell her to move her ass and join the discord call. What she didn’t expect though, was that he would facetime her. 

Her first instinct was to throw her phone across the room as if it would make Sean stop calling. He wouldn’t stop unless she’d tell him the truth. 

So she cleared her throat and plastered the widest smile on her face, before answering his call.

“Alright, what is going on?” Sean asked right away, staring at her with his brows furrowed. He wasn’t in his recording room, but in his kitchen, which meant that he left his stream to call her. “And please don’t tell me you’re sick cause I won’t believe it anyway. And neither will Pewds.”

“I’m tired, Sean... I was working late again and I really need to rest.” she lied, trying to keep her voice steady and calm. She really didn’t want Sean to interrogate her now, not when his fans were waiting for him. “I’m sure you’ll find someone else though. Please tell the guys that I’m sorry”

“Y/N, c’mon, cut this bullshit. What’s wrong?” he asked softly, moving his phone closer to his face. “You know you’re a terrible liar, just tell me what happened. If you don’t wanna play then neither do I.”

“Sean, please don’t do it” she shook her head with a sigh. “Your fans are waiting for you, I’ll be fine.”

“Well they’re waiting for you too you dummy, I already promised them you’ll be playing with us tonight” he stated matter of factly, rolling his eyes. Y/N remained silent for a moment, and Sean suddenly furrowed his brows, narrowing his eyes at her in a suspicious look. “Did someone tell you something rude last time we played? Who and what?”

“What? No, Sean, oh my God. Everyone was super nice, it has nothing to do with the last stream... not with you guys, at least.” she mumbled under her breath, dropping her eyes from Sean’s confused face.

“What do you mean not with you guys? Y/N, what the hell happened?” he demanded, slowly getting more and more worried. She wouldn’t tell him though, too scared that Sean would just laugh it off, even though he also sometimes had problems with dealing with hate. And just as if he was reading her mind, Sean sighed, his face softening in a sad smile. “You’ve read the comments, didn’t you?”

She felt so stupid for being so easily offended by comments of some random people on the Internet, that she just nodded her head meekly, still looking anywhere but at the man. 

“Look kiddo... I’m not gonna tell you to get yourself together and just ignore them, cause it won’t help, and I know cause I’ve been there. Hell, I’m still there.” he chuckled to himself and continued “Anyway, you really shouldn’t be worrying yourself about people who don’t even know you. They don’t know you, Y/N, why would some complete stranger’s opinion matter to you?”

“They said I shouldn’t be playing with you guys... that I’m nothing but a burden and you should be playing with someone who’s at least recognizable.”

“Well excuse me Miss, last time I checked I could choose who the fuck I want to play with.” Sean scoffed, clearly irritated by such comments “You’re one of my best friends Y/N and I don’t give a fuck what some haters say. And neither should you.”

“Maybe you should just invite someone else... It would make everyone happy.” she muttered almost inaudibly, but Sean almost barked at her when he heard her words.

“I told you to cut that bullshit, Y/N! Everyone couldn’t wait for this game and now you wanna back out? C’mon, kid. Do you have any idea how heartbroken Sykkuno’s gonna be? When you left so quickly last time, he kept complaining that he has no one to team up with.” she couldn’t help but smile at that, letting out a tiny giggle. “And Corpse? Have you even seen his last tweet?”

“What? No, I- I don’t follow him...” she said, wondering what Sean was talking about. She quickly searched for Corpse on Twitter, still being on facetime with Sean, and her heart almost dropped when she saw the last tweet.

@.Corpse_Husband Really excited for tonight’s Among Us stream, 8PM PST.

Jacksepticeye

Valkyrae

Pewdiepie

Pokimane

Sykkuno

Disguised Toast 

Logic 

Mr Beast

and, hopefully, my partner in crime - Little Y/N 

:)

She stared at the screen with her eyes widened, and her lips corners curling up in a small, bashful smile. It was so nice of Corpse to mention her as well, especially with the nickname that he seemed to like so much since their last game. 

“God, if you could see yourself right now. How’s it that my pep talk didn’t do shit, but Corpse’s tweet magically made you smile, ugh.” Sean reminded her of his presence, and she quickly returned to the call, trying to somehow control her burning cheeks. 

“It’s not like that, Sean, I really appreciate that you’re trying to cheer me up... I just didn’t expect your friends to like me...” she admitted quietly, and if Sean could, he would probably strangle her at that moment. 

“I JUST TOLD YOU THAT SYKKUNO KEPT BUGGING ME ABOUT YOU FOR TWO FUCKING HOURS. YOU THINK HE WOULD TALK ABOUT YOU IF HE DIDN’T LIKE YOU?!”

“I just... what if they’re just being nice, but they don’t actually want me to play with them?”

“I’m done.” Sean groaned, shaking his head furiously. “Alright, here’s what you’re gonna do. You stay away from your phone, join the discord call, say hi to everyone, and we’re all gonna have fun, okay? If not, Pewds is gonna murder you, cause he was already growing impatient even before I called you.”

“I’m still not sure if that’s a good idea, Sean...”

“But I am sure, Y/N! Now come on, we’re playing in five. I’m telling everyone you’re joining as well.”

And before she could even reply, he hung up. Y/N groaned, rushing to her computer to turn it on. Now it would just be plain rude not to join the game, especially after Sean wasted his time talking with her, while he should be talking to his fans. Just as he suggested, she kept her phone far away from her desk, deciding to stay away from Twitter and all those comments for a bit. Maybe it would help her clear her mind and at least try to have some fun. 

An invite to the group call was already waiting for her, along with a message from Sean with a code to the game. Y/N put her headphones on before joining the call and quickly typing in the code. 

“... so let me repeat myself. I ALWAYS sound guilty, no matter what. Please, guys, don’t vote me out!” 

Y/N shook her head with a smile on her lips when the first thing she heard after joining the call was Felix’s pleading voice. Clearly, he was already trying to save his own ass even before the game began.

 Y/N could hear Sean’s loud voice as he commented on Felix’s plea with some snarky remark, later also catching the sounds of Rae’s laughter. Everyone was already there, they’ve been clearly waiting for her to join. 

“Hey, look who’s finally here! Hi Y/N!” Poki noticed her presence first. 

“Hello everyone” Y/N said, as shy and quiet as usual.

“Oh, Y/N! It’s so great to see you again, I was worried you weren’t joining us tonight” Sykkuno said, a pout clear in his voice. 

“WELL ABOUT DAMN TIME” Felix all but yelled, making her roll her eyes with a smile. “What did I tell you about being late?!”

“Give her a break Felix, her mic wasn’t working again... Luckily, I was there to save the damsel in distress” Sean said, and even though she couldn’t see him, Y/N was almost certain that he was smirking. 

“Yeah, I’m really sorry guys to have kept you waiting so long...” Y/N said, feeling genuinely bad. Maybe Sean was right after all? They could have just invited someone else, and yet they decided to wait for her.  

“It’s okay, you’re here now and it’s all that matters” a deep voice sounded out, and whether she liked it or not, Y/N grinned like an idiot with a blush rising up her cheeks. 

“Shit, here we go again...” Felix sighed, making everyone else laugh. Y/N bit at her lower lip, feeling her heart thump in her chest as she felt a sudden wave of courage, deciding to speak up despite her initial shyness:

“Well... I couldn’t just leave my partner in crime alone, right?” she asked, and she could swear she heard Corpse stutter as if he completely didn’t expect her to say that.  

“Ah yes, after all, killing wouldn’t be the same without her, right Corpse?” Toast teased, repeating Corpse’s words from the last stream. Everyone in the call laughed, Y/N included. She couldn’t stop herself from smiling, even though just mere minutes ago she was on the verge of crying. “It’s good to have you here, Y/N/N. Maybe I’ll actually get a chance to finally kill you this time.”

“Jesus Christ, Toast. You sound like a psychopath. Hey, I’m happy you’re here, lemme stab you in the back, please?” someone whose nickname was MrBeast spoke up with a chuckle, before directing his next words to Y/N “I believe we haven’t played together before, I’m Mr Beast, it’s really nice to meet you Y/N”

“Yeah, pleased to meet you!” another player, Logic, spoke up “I also didn’t have a chance to play with you yet, but I’ve seen Sean’s last stream... Let me just say, that Toast murder was absolutely perfect!” 

“Wow. And here I almost managed to block it out. I’m fucking traumatized Y/N, you should be ashamed of yourself” Toast scoffed over Felix’s laughter. 

“You should be proud of yourself!” Sean interfered “Just so you know lads, Y/N may seem like a little angel, but she’s a little demon. You’ve been warned.” 

“Yeah, she’ll charm you with her voice only to snap your neck next second.” Felix scoffed.

“Just like she did with Corpse!” 

“Charm?!” Y/N gasped, her cheeks burning.

“I don’t recall Y/N killing me...” Corpse said in his low voice. 

“I love how that’s the only thing he denied” Poki pointed out in a teasing voice, which only made Y/N sink further into her chair. 

“Can we please start the game now?” she asked in a pleading voice, hoping that everyone would stop making fun of Corpse and her. She could only imagine how uncomfortable he felt, for some reason being the target of their jokes... They must’ve made him feel awkward, right? 

“Jack, did you tell Y/N how we’re playing tonight?” Sykkuno asked, and she sighed in relief that they dropped the jokes. 

“Oh, right! So there’s this mod called proximity chat, where we’re able to hear each other as we pass by another person, and it seems quite fun so that’s what we decided to try out tonight.” Sean explained to Y/N, and before she could ask another question, he added “I’ve just sent you the link, it’ll take a minute to install it.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you Sean” Y/N said, before downloading the mod and quickly installing it. When everything was set and ready, she pulled up Among Us again and typed in the code, and the game finally began. 

“Woah”

“Holy shit!” 

“Guys this is so cool!” Sykkuno exclaimed, his voice so happy and excited that Y/N couldn’t help but giggle. 

“Okay, I’m scared now. I feel like encounters with Imposter are just gonna be perfectly cut screams” Felix chuckled, as they left the dropship and moved down the map. That’s when Y/N gasped in surprise, upon seeing the locations completely different than those she was used to.

“Wait- is that a different map?” she asked through her mic, hearing Toast’s distanced, devilish laugh. There was only Rae and Sykkuno beside her, as everyone else have already split up to do their tasks.

“Oh yeah, that’s Polus, it’s much more fun than the one we were playing in last time.” Rae explained happily and Y/N groaned. She didn’t know that map.

“Great. I don’t even know how am I supposed to do tasks in here...”

“Oh, it’s not that hard. They’re in most cases similar to those you already know, they only look a little bit different.” Sykkuno said in his kind voice, before asking “Do you want to team up again, Y/N?”

“I thought you would never ask Sykkuno” Rae chuckled under her breath.

“Yeah, that would be great! I need someone to show me around” she smiled. The trio finally moved from their spot beside the dropship and went to the left where, as Y/N later realized, was electrical. She quickly did her task in there, being under the watchful eyes of both Sykkuno and Rae.  

Before the latter could do his own task, the first body was reported.

“The body is in the lab” Felix said, and Y/N couldn’t help but smirk as she saw that it was Toast who was murdered first. One less person to accuse her or try to frame her, if he was the Imposter. 

“I just ran towards the lab from the left side, I only saw Poki on my way there” Corpse said right away, and the accused girl was quick to try and defend herself:

“Okay, I wasn’t in the lab, I was doing that engines task which is next to the lab.” 

“Did you see someone else there?” Jack questioned. 

“Nope, just me and the engines.” 

“Okay. Sykkuno, where are you?” the lime astronaut was next on Jack’s list of suspects, which made Sykkuno groan. 

“Why do you sound so suspicious right away?” he asked in disbelief, causing the rest to giggle “I was with Y/N and Rae all this time, we were all doing our tasks in electrical.”

“Is that true Y/N?”

“Yes Sean, that is true” she rolled her eyes with a laugh “I don’t even know this map, I have to stick with someone so I don’t end up like Toast.”

“Alright, what about rest? Logic? I think I saw you in admin but then you disappeared somewhere.” Felix said.

“Yeah I’m with Mr Beast in the office”

“That’s right” Mr Beast confirmed, which didn’t bring anything new to the investigation, so everyone decided to skip.

“Wo- Okay where are we now?” Y/N asked in surprise, when the new round began in some completely new place Sykkuno didn’t manage to show her yet. She could hear as Corpse laughed at her shocked voice, which made her smile widely.

“Yeah, I’m also not used to this new map yet” he admitted, his black astronaut walking up to her white one “Hey, wanna see something cool?”

“Sure!”

-

*Meanwhile Sykkuno*

“Okay this is bad guys, we lost Y/N” Sykkuno said to his mic, running around the map to find the girl he was earlier teamed up with. “I thought she followed us when the new round began, but she must’ve gone the other way... What if she’s dead already? Not good, not good...” 

-

"Woah! This looks amazing! Is there some task here as well?”

“Yes, there’s temperature recording right here” Corpse said, standing by the lava pit, watching as Y/N’s character ran back and forth over the pool of lava. 

“I wonder if you could jump into it. What do you think, Corpse?” she asked curiously, standing close to the edge. 

“Not that I’m aware of it...” he mumbled coming closer to the edge as well “Why would you jump into it?” he asked with a half-smile on his face. 

“So Felix can’t stab me in the back.” she whispered, even though there was no one around them. 

“You think it’s him?” Corpse mirrored her voice, and she hummed in response “Why?”

“He’s constantly suspicious of everyone, last time we played he also kept interrogating us all, without even telling his own location.” she stated as if it was very obvious. Corpse couldn’t help but let out a laugh “What? Why are you laughing at me?”

“Not at you, Y/N. I’m just impressed by your investigation skills” he admitted “In that case, we better both jump in. Felix likes to frame other people.”

“You wanna jump into the lava with me?”

“Sure I do.”

“There you are!” Sykkuno’s lime astronaut came out of nowhere, followed by Mr Beast. Two of them walked up to Y/N and Corpse, and before the latter could even say anything, Mr Beast snapped Y/N’s neck.

“WAIT, NO-”

“OH GOD, OH GOD” Sykkuno yelled in panic.

“KILL HIM CORPSE” Mr Beast screamed, frantically running around.

-

“What the heck?” Y/N stared at her screen in shock, her dead body laying over the lava pit. Mr Beast had already fled to the left, leaving her, Sykkuno and Corpse standing between two of them. None of them said anything for a moment before the black astronaut finally spoke up.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N” he kept repeating, regret clear in his voice. “And Sykkuno, I- I can’t even express how-”

He was cut off by Felix’s scream, who reported the bodies before Corpse could kill him as well.

“IT’S CORPSE ALRIGHT” Felix yelled right away “HE’S STANDING OVER Y/N AND SYKKUNO, HE HAS THEIR BLOOD ON HIS HANDS”

“That is- I did not kill them” Corpse replied, calm as ever, as opposed to his frantic apologies. 

“Then why were you standing there?! Without reporting the bodies?!”

“I was... mourning their death.” he replied, which caused the whole group to burst out laughing. “Seriously guys, you think I would murder Sykkuno? And Y/N? I would never even think of hurting them.”

“The simp is strong, we get it, but it doesn’t really save your situation” Rae laughed. 

“Let’s kick him out guys, he can’t even defend himself” Sean chuckled, and everyone else didn’t need to be told twice. Soon enough, Y/N watched as Corpse’s black astronaut was thrown into the lava pit... Oh, the irony...

The game continued with her wandering around the map, doing the rest of her tasks to at least support somehow her fellow crewmates. She stumbled upon Corpse’s ghost at some point and laughed wholeheartedly when he started circling her little character in something she read as an attempt to apologize. 

A little while later another body was reported, this time it was Felix who lost his life. Y/N didn’t really focus on the conversation this time, glancing at her phone instead. There was this urge to reach for it and check how people reacted to her joining the game, but she kept repeating Sean’s words in her head. There was no point in worrying about the opinion of somebody who doesn’t even know her... or at least that’s what she tried to convince herself to think. 

Her attention was brought back to the game when she heard the sound of a new message from someone who was also dead. She clicked on the chat, seeing that it was one of the Impostors.

Corpse: :(

Corpse: I’m sorry 

Y/N thought it was sweet of him to apologize for it, even though it was his main goal to murder everyone after all. She believed he was genuinely sorry for it, just like she was each time she was an Impostor and had to kill somebody.

Sykkuno: Welcome to the afterlife, Corpse!

She laughed at Sykkuno’s constant happiness, which was evident even in his messages, before typing one as well:

Y/N: We’re all corpse here

Sykkuno: Oh, so it means we’re all really cool then ^^

Y/N: Fair point

Corpse: See Y/N

Corpse: I told you I would jump into the lava for you 

Y/N: You didn’t exactly jump...

Corpse: :(

Y/N: But let’s say it counts as well :)

Corpse: :)

Before they knew, the voting ended. Mr Beast was thrown into the lava, which ultimately lead to the victory of crewmates. Y/N cheered happily, when the blue sign appeared on her screen, right above everyone else who was innocent. 

“Yaaay, the first time I wasn’t killed in the first game!” Sean announced enthusiastically, his astronaut running around the dropship.

“Yeah, and the first time it went so fast...” 

“Right? Corpse, I’m disappointed in you. What happened to the King of Impostors?” Rae asked.

“Well.. no matter how good you are, you can’t always win, right?” Corpse replied calmly.

“Hmm, you seemed kinda absent-minded during the game, though...” Poki suggested with a smirk hiding in her voice, and Rae was very quick to pick on it.

“Oh, you’ve noticed that too? Almost as if he was distracted by something” 

“I don’t know what are you talking about” he chuckled nervously, and Y/N just sat in her chair confused about what was going on. “Anyway, who’s up for another round?” 

“Yeah, I have an idea” Sean said, effectively shutting everyone up “What if we play something along the lines of hide and seek? Let’s have one impostor, and everyone else needs to get their tasks done before he finds them.”

“That is...” Felix took in a dramatic breath “THE BEST THING I’VE EVER HEARD ABOUT”

“Yeah, I think it will be fun” Sykkuno replied. 

“It sounds really cool, but let’s maybe tell who’s the impostor? I think it would be more fair” Rae suggested. 

“I think it’s a good idea” Sean concluded, before changing the settings for one impostor only. Y/N waited patiently for the game to begin, and when she saw that she was a crewmate again, she sighed in relief. Only to gasp in a panic a second later...

“It’s me.”

Everyone stumbled out of the dropship as Corpse admitted that he’s the impostor. It seemed that knowing exactly who can murder everyone made the whole game a little bit terrifying...

“I don’t know where the heck I’m going” Y/N mumbled to herself with a nervous laugh when instead of doing her tasks, she searched for the perfect place to hide. When she entered security, she spotted Mr Beast fixing the wires, so she decided to join him.

“OH SHIT- god damn it, you scared me to death!” he all but yelled when she appeared next to him, doing her tasks. 

“Sorry” she giggled, quickly finishing the wires, before speeding out of the room. On her way to weapons, she stumbled across Felix’s dead body, and could hear some screaming in the background... but didn’t recognize who was murdered next. 

Y/N managed to do most of her tasks without meeting Corpse, whom she hoped not to see probably for the first time since they played together. She was just leaving decontamination when she heard Sean’s panicked laughter:

“...tee, bitches love me?”

“Wrong.” Corpse’s voice almost made her squeak in surprise, only to really scream when he suddenly snapped Sean’s neck. 

“Retreat, retreat!” Y/N laughed as she sped past oblivious Rae and Logic, Corpse hot on her tail. She quickly returned to the decontamination room, hoping to flee from her inevitable death, when Corpse’s black astronaut walked in, and the door closed. 

“Please don’t kill me” she chuckled, even though there was no hope for her. 

“Finish my lyrics, and I’ll let you live...” he began, and Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion “ I spilt wine...”

“Wait- what lyrics? You sing?” she asked, completely dumbfounded. Corpse was silent for a moment as if he didn’t understand her, before bursting out laughing “What’s so funny again? Corpse, come on!” 

“Yes, Y/N, I do sing, I was actually hoping you’ve heard some of my songs...” he admitted, still chuckling to himself. She felt a blush rising up her cheeks.

“Oh- I- I didn’t, I-... but I will, okay? I’ll do it right away!” she promised, quickly jumping up to grab her phone and listen to Corpse’s song. She was genuinely shocked, she would never expect him to sing! 

 She unlocked her phone with a wide, somehow nervous smile on her face, which, however, dropped the moment she saw her notifications. Hundreds of notifications. 

“You there, Y/N?” Corpse’s voice reached her after a moment, when she still didn’t say anything, just kept looking at her screen. “I hope my music isn’t so bad that you passed out from listening to it...”

She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, her phone gripped tightly in her shaking hands.

“Um, Y/N?” his voice became more worried now “Is everything okay?” 

Y/N cleared her throat and quickly wiped her eyes, closing them for a moment to steady her breathing.

“Yeah, all good Corpse” she forced herself to smile, so her voice wouldn’t sound weird. “Look, um, I need to leave, can you tell the others bye from me?” 

“Is something wrong?” Corpse asked confused.

“No, of course not!” she laughed through her tears “Something just came up and I really need to leave.”

“You sure you’re-”

“Bye Corpse. It was nice playing with you.” 

-

A/N: I hope you guys are not too disappointed in me... It didn’t turn out as I initially thought it would. Isn’t it too dramatic? And is this hate plot fine? Or is it not? What do guys you think? 

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