#I keep telling myself to take a break from this lmaooo

[sasusaku-on-the-brain]

it seems like I love creating problems for myself 🥰

[sugar-omi]

Is it ok to make a request after the last one? Like everything about the eloping was just a dream in this one. And Mc is still married to Cove but after getting that nightmare they get all guilty over something that didn't happen and fear if they'd actually do something that would hurt everyone, especially Cove that badly. So they decided to isolate themselves somewhere no one would find them for a while with little explanation to Cove when they leave. Any location really like a cabin in the woods idk. They were supposed to be only there for a week then a woopsie happens and now they get stranded for more than a week. You're choice on how it ends and whether they tell Cove or not about the dream.

Seeing Cove suffer hurts me so I wanna see the MC suffer (more) :)

HAHA I LOVE IT, YESSS LET MC SUFFER !!!! also ik i wrote it as a "y/n" post but i was like imagining jamie as MC/"y/n" and inserting myself in cove's happy ending <3 lmaooo no one said "y/n" couldn't be someone else 😋 i imagine a lotta ppl read y/n fanfics with their oc's or the default name though too but yes tysm for this ask bc this heals my heart, this is smth i would do!!! one time i read 2 separate fics with character A died and in the other fic character B died n i was like "oh okay theyre happy together now<333" ITS SILLY BUT IT MADE MY HEART FEEL BETTER

[read the post mentioned above: "leaving cove for baxter"]

tags : Hurt/(No) Comfort, step 4/wedding dlc, nightmare about cheating, running away, keeping secrets, arguing <3 (cove snaps abt you leaving)

synopsis : you have a nightmare about leaving cove, so you run away to calm down. maybe you should've taken a different approach...

you wake up in a cold sweat that night.

you're shaking and trying not to wake up cove because his arms are wrapped tightly around you but you can't help the tears running down your face.

somehow you shake yourself from your husbands hold and go to the bathroom to cry...

that morning you're very distant, and since cove has to leave for work as he's been away for awhile for your wedding and honeymoon, he just kisses you and tells you that you will talk later.

when he comes home you sit him down and tell him that you've just going through a bit of depression and burn out, and that you're going to go visit lee for a week and come back.

cove frowns up, of course he understands what you're going through and he understands that things are hard but do you really need to go away?

"y/n, please. i understand you're going through something but, can't you stay? isn't there anything i can do for you?"

you shake your head, "i'm sorry, it's just 5 days and then i'm coming back. i just.. i just need some time."

cove feels a bit angry now, you just got married and everything was fine, you were happy yesterday and now you've done a total 180 overnight and won't let him help you!

"y/n you can't just leave, i really don't understand what's going on."

you shake your head, standing up and releasing your intertwined hands. "i just need a little break, i promise i'll be back soon."

you do go visit lee like you said, but after the 2nd day she leaving town for a show.

"i'm gonna miss you!" lee squeezes you in her arms, not wanting to let you go. "you just showed up, its gonna be forever before we see each other~" lee whines.

you laugh, patting her back. "its okay lee, we'll get together soon."

she pulls away, needing to leave soon if she doesn't want to miss the train. "okay.. i'll call you everyday! have fun on the rest of your trip, okay?" a worried look comes on lee's face, taking your hand in a soothing manner. "i hope you can work through that burn out."

you nod. yeah, burn out...

lee sticks her hand out the window, waving the whole way (thank god someone else is driving) until you can't see each other.

you sigh, walking to your car and make your way to the hotel you booked for the rest of the week...

the beach reminds you of your honeymoon... you aren't sure why you're torturing yourself like this.

you sigh, thinking about the dream. well, nightmare to be correct.

there was nothing inherently scary. but since it was from a first-person point of view, your mouth moving out of tune with your thoughts and everything happening so vividly, it was scary enough.

you feel tears well up in your eyes as you think about everyone's reaction.

would your ma really tell you to stay away from the house like that? and lee.. you can't imagine not talking to her.

fuck, you're crying... just thinking about everyone's disappointment and the scorn on everyone's face is enough to send chills down your spine.

you cringe, thinking about cliff and krya, their messages and how cliff looked so distraught when he saw you when he came for the last of cove's things on your nightmare.

you couldn't bare your in-laws hating you. cliff has always been someone important to you, and now he's your father-in-law. he's a sensitive soul as well, and he loves cove so much. of what had happened was real... oh man, the simple idea of how much regret cliff would have makes your body shake with sobs.

and even though you try not to think about cove's reaction to you leaving, its so prominent in your mind.

you start wiping at your tears, even though there's no one around since this is a little edge of beach off the edge of a hiking trail near your hotel, you feel so ridiculous for crying over this.

you sniffle and go to stand up.

it's getting dark, you've off the trail, and you have an early day tomorrow.

the only problem is... you're a bit lost.

you didn't realize how far you were. you're back on the trail but do you go left or right? does it matter if it all leads back to the hotel?

you swallow, you're so fucked.

everything is just going wrong.

first, you get lost on the shitty trail and don't find your way back until daybreak, and now your car isn't starting up, and the mechanic said it'll be a few days before they get it up and running.

you sigh loudly and fall back into the bed. thankfully, the hotel let you extend your stay so at least you have that going for you...

you startle from the sound of your phone ringing... it's cove.

you hesitate to pick up, you still feel sensitive, but you miss cove, and you've already texted him about the situation for the most part..

"hey, cove.."

"y/n! are you okay?" cove's worried voice crackles over the phone.

"yeah, i'm alright, uh.. listen, cove."

you trace the stitch pattern of the quilt on your bed. "apparently, it'll be a few days before the car is up and running. something about a busted something, i don't know what he said. i wasn't, uh, paying attention very well..."

cove sighs. "y/n... I'll come get you or something, and then we can talk about this, okay?"

you feel your heart pick up. "no! th-theres no need for all that, you just hold down the fort, tell the fish I said hi." you laugh shakily.

you can practically hear the frown in his voice. "y/n. why did you go on this trip, seriously. what are you hiding from me?"

cove's voice is rising and cracking with tears at the same time.

it breaks your heart. you can't answer him and it just makes cove more upset.

"do you regret marrying me or something? is that why-!"

"no!" you exclaim. suddenly regretting your outburst but you can't help but deny it since that's not it and you don't want cove to think that...

"then fucking tell me!" cove is obviously crying at this point. "all I know is my spouse left for a 'break' and is now telling me they don't want me to pick them up? be fucking serious y/n!"

you exhale shakily, wiping your own tears.

"i'm sorry..." you whisper, burying your face in your hand.

"sorry for what, y/n? leaving me after we just got married? lying to me? shutting me out?"

cove's voice is deep and his words have an edge.

he's right though, what are you apologizing for? you're acting out and letting your problem consume you...

there's silence, and then cove mutters over the phone.

"... do you not love me anymore?"

you snap up, sliding off the edge of the bed as you snatch up the phone. "no! it's not that! don't say that!" you cry, "I love you so much, cove! don't even think otherwise!"

cove is silent. since you can't see his face you can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

"you know what i... i can't take this right now. I'll call you later."

the phone clicks.

now all you're left with is silence and your own thoughts...

when you finally come home it's 11:47 at night.

cove should be asleep but instead he greets you from the door.

you swallow, psyching yourself up to go to him.

something about the way he watches you from the moment you came into view on the street, to watching you pull your bags out the trunk and then maintaining eye contact (more like boring holes into you since you can't look him in the eye.) as you creep up the pathway to the door of your marital home.

he's silent. just watching. no "hi" or "I love you" or "I missed you, I barely survived while you were gone", just.. silence...

you finally look at him. his eyes are hooded with lack of sleep if the eye bags are any tellers, and yet he stands in front of the illuminated doorway like an unmoveable wall.

your heart skips and clenched. what if he doesn't want to let you back in?

you go to speak and he talks over you.

"was it worth it?"

you gape at him, frowning at his question.

"of course you can't say anything. what did I expect..." cove pinches his temples between his thumb and forefinger.

you gather up some words, uselessly trying to grasp for forgiveness.

"i.. i thought it'd be better if i worked things out on my own... i'm sorry.." you fiddle with the keychain on your luggage. "i shouldn't have done that and uh.. I'll deal with my problems without running away.."

cove watches you blankly. he can't believe you're serious.

"you're not gonna tell me, are you?"

you don't nod or shake your head. you just look at the ground and pray he forgives you.

he stands in front of the door for awhile longer, before he takes your luggage, a little more like snatching it since he grabs it by the side of the handle and tugs it out of your hands, pulling you forward.

"come inside. did you eat?"

you gape a bit, wondering how cove can care for you in a time like this but it reminds you more of a mother who's making sure her naughty child doesn't need anything else before they receive their punishment..

you shake your head. "i'm not hungry right now.."

cove doesn't nod or insist you eat like he normally would. "shower and go to bed then. I'll join you later."

you nod, letting cove's orders sink in.

the bath water is getting cold. and the sound of the echoed sound of water clapping against the edge of the tub makes you self-conscious.

you stand up, letting the water run off of you and robotically dry yourself with a towel before slipping into the clothes cove threw on top of the sink for you.

when you slip out of your bathroom, the bedroom is dark except for the moonlight coming through the window.

you tenderly tuck yourself into bed and close your eyes. waiting for something. anything. maybe for everything to become undone or for time to move past this.

just while you start to get deep into your thoughts, tears pooling in your eyes, cove's footsteps thump against the floor, and you halt your breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

the bed dips on his side. you don't feel him leaning over you or getting into bed and so you turn around, looking at the broad expanse of his back and waiting.

"you're not gonna tell me, are you?"

you say nothing.

"not what's wrong? what happened? how can I help?" cove's desperate at this point. "nothing?"

you pause, fingers twitching because you want to reach out to him but if you did he'll just shrink away from you for sure.

"I don't know.." you finally mumble.

cove hangs his head, fiddling with something in his hand and he lays down without looking at you, flipping over once he's gotten under the covers.

you're both awake, there's no way he isn't and you touch his back.

he doesn't flinch like you thought, nor shake or tell you to fuck off.

so you creep closer. maybe that's a bad idea, wrapping your arms around him as the worst he can do is reject you but you missed him. and everything is eating you up that you just want his comfort..

he let's you, surprisingly.

you rest your forehead between his shoulder blades, curving your body against his.

you reach for his hands, finding them clenched weakly around something.

you wanna shake and cry when you realize it's his wedding band...

he let's you take it from him, and he holds onto your other hand that's tucked under his body.

you shakily slip the ring back on his finger.

maybe, maybe one day you'll tell him.

but when the next morning comes, and cove greets you with a bright smile and "good morning" that only has half his usual cheer, and he continues it for weeks until months have passed since then and it's as if nothing happened, you aren't sure you ever will.

[motthe]

Meli!!!! Congrats again on graduating!! You've worked so hard and we're all super proud of you!! 🥺

Pls ignore how embarrassingly fast I zoomed over here lmfao. But for the event: mer Shouto x human fem Reader + lost at sea/marooned + first meeting, please!!

thank you so much again AND I KNEW YOUD GO STRAIGHT FOR SHOUTO LMAOOO. i’m a little rusty getting back into writing but i hope you enjoy it!!

want to request? click HERE

mer Shouto x human fem Reader + lost at sea/marooned + first meeting

At this point, the odds of survival are dwindling. Two days into having the world’s shittiest luck and you’re rethinking your life choices. You’ve made some dumb decisions and you haven’t been the kindest to everyone, but dying alone is something you wouldn’t wish on anyone. Especially in the boiling sun on a tiny ass island.

Palms trees sway in a salty breeze, shadows dancing across your closed eyelids. It’s almost peaceful but the hunger pangs are getting to be too painful, muscles losing their strength.

A loud splash. Waves crashing against the shore some yards away. You start dozing off for the nth time, but there’s a strange clicking somewhere. Another splash echoes.

Cracking up your eyes, you wait for the fuzziness to fade from your sight before focusing on the waves. White caps roll and disappear, froth bubbling away into the sand.

It takes you a moment to realize what you’re staring at when you find it. Red and white cutting through the dark blue—hair, followed by a pair of eyes staring into your own. You wait for the mirage to fade, wondering how the hell you’ve lost your mind this fast. But the eyes keep staring, you think one of them has a birthmark, maybe a scar but the face never leaves the water to see more than that. Guess mirage person doesn’t need to breathe.

You’re so tired, but you manage to push off the tree you’re leaning against, shakily getting to your feet. The eyes follow you, moving closer as you approach the waves. The sand leaves your feet as water crashes against them, cooling the skin there.

“Hello?” you croak, something tickling your chest as a nose is revealed, a sharp jaw and pouty lips.

“How did you get here?” he asks, swimming closer. “Humans don’t usually travel this far.”

Humans? Maybe this is your brain’s way of telling you you’re dying. You fell asleep and this is your last dream. Here, have a gorgeous man that makes no sense as a treat.

A wave swallows the stranger’s head before revealing him again, something big slapping the surface behind him. It’s a flash of red and white again, gleaming. You take a step trying to peer through the water, it’s clear enough that you should be able to see his legs, but nope. No legs. Just a giant fish tail.

“Humans,” you whisper, nodding. “Makes sense. For you to say that, I mean.”

“You’re not surprised,” he says, brow furrowing.

“I’m too exhausted to be anything right now,” you laugh. It breaks halfway through and your eyes burn like they have any tears left to shed. “You make for a nice dream, though.”

“Thank you,” he huffs, something of a smile rising, “but you’re not dreaming.”

You look down at your sunburned hands, cracked skin. Another hunger pain kicks at your stomach, forcing you to curl over for a moment.

“Yeah, guess not,” you groan, going back to sitting down. “If I haven’t gone completely crazy, is there any way you can help me out here?”

“Are there more of you?”

“No. It’s just me.” You squint. “Should I be worried? Are you the type that drown sailors?”

“I’ll defend myself if I have to, but I prefer not to kill given the chance.” He scans you up and down and for the first time in days you worry about your hygiene and how ungodly you look right now. “Your survival skills are lacking, I assume?”

“Wow,” you chuckle. “A rude merman. Who would’ve guessed.”

“I can get you food. There’s fresh water near the center of the island. I can show you where.”

“F-food first,” you nearly beg, hugging your stomach. “I just ran out of water this morning, but haven’t eaten in forever.”

“Alright,” he says and you think there’s empathy there, hiding behind his eyes. You think they differ in color, too. “What should I call you?”

“Oh, my name?” you mumble, letting it slide from your chapped lips. “What’s yours?”

“Shouto,” he murmurs, tail splashing as he turns. “You can call me Shouto.”

[shiftthemoon]

HIIIII so I’ve been following you for a little and i love what you have to say, so I’m wondering what advice you’d have to give about this.

circumstances;

I’m aware that the amount of time I’ve know about shifting is not equivalent to how much I’ve been “attempting” or “trying” to shift so I won’t blow your ear off with that. Just understand it’s been a while now and I’d say I experienced the very worst era for shiftok. Misinformation everywhere, and eventually people in my irl found out I was doing it (they’re toxic christians.) and it was this whole thing.. I ended traumatized.

I promised myself “not to shift” (bc they told me to lmaooo) and then I took a break for two years. I did still believe in it after that break because before I had gotten humiliated by the fuckass religious cult I was in, I was locked in, even with all the bad advice like I was pretty close to shifting.

Jumped into it again, and again, and again… and then I entered this weird cycle that I’m in like right now.

currently

I’m confident in the fact that I can shift, have shifted (even with what’s shown in the 3D), and that I’m capable to shift even with a shitty mindset, circumstance, It doesn’t matter! (the reason I mentioned the circumstances n the beginning because I think ts is subconscious.)

But… I keep dreaming about shifting. Like I will have really vivid dreams about waking up somewhere else and thinking to myself in my dream ‘oh I think I shifted’ but I don’t know if it’s a damn dream or .. what. Sometimes they are dreams because they are very vivid, but then they slowly start to not make any sense.

No, I don’t like methods, the lucid dream method was pretty useless to me even with the dreams I do have about shifting… like, I just don’t like it😭 the portal shit didn’t work at all. And during the dream that I had just a few hours ago, I was sleeping and waking up in different dreams or “realities” back to back questioning if I had done it every single time until I woke up here.

And my friend, who knows about shifting, but doesn’t really practice it shifts every other night literally effortlessly despite being someone who just uses loa / manifestation, nothing ever really aiming towards shifting.

I am utterly mindfucked, my memories are all jumbled up and everything seems like really blurry to me… so I could try to explain the dreams to you, but I would have to write another essay long anonymous submission. anyways,

hi nonnie ♡ i hear ya. let’s talk about what you’re going through— dissect your ask piece by piece.

on cycles & the weight of the subconscious . . .

what you’re describing as a “weird cycle” isn’t strange at all. it’s natural. our minds, particularly our subconscious, are deeply affected by experiences that feel unresolved. you’ve been through something painful—an era where you were judged, ostracized, and forced to doubt something you believed in deeply. that kind of wound doesn’t heal easily.

trauma doesn’t just sit quietly in the past. it leaves impressions, patterns that echo into the present. those moments of humiliation, of being told not to shift, may have settled into the corners of your mind. even as you returned to shifting, part of you may still feel bound by those judgments, even if you’re unaware of it.

here’s what I suggest: address those echoes, but gently. this isn’t about “fixing” yourself or forcing healing—it’s about creating space for the hurt to ease. write a letter to your past self, the one who endured all that judgment. tell them the things they needed to hear back then: that they were strong, that their belief was valid, that no one had the right to take it from them. then, destroy the letter in whatever way feels right—burn it, tear it, release it. this isn’t magic; it’s release.

on dreams and blurred realities . . .

dreams are peculiar things. they can be messages, echoes, fragments of thought—or even glimpses of something greater. the dreams you describe, where you feel like you’ve shifted, where you wake within another reality only to question it—these are significant.

but the significance isn’t in whether or not they “count” as shifting. the importance lies in the experience. when you dream, what do you feel? is it joy, frustration, confusion? do certain details stick with you when you wake? these emotions and fragments are breadcrumbs, hints from your subconscious (or perhaps from your dr itself) guiding you toward something.

a practical suggestion: keep a dream journal. i know this might feel tedious, but it doesn’t have to be perfect. just jot down what you remember the moment you wake. even if it’s chaotic or nonsensical, write it anyway. over time, you’ll start to notice patterns—recurring themes, symbols, or sensations that might hold the key to understanding these experiences.

also, before you sleep, plant a small, quiet intention: “if I shift, let it be clear. if I dream, let it guide me.” you don’t need to chant or force belief into it—just speak it like a quiet truth.

on methods and finding what works . . .

it’s clear that traditional methods frustrate you, and that’s okay. not everyone needs a structured technique to succeed. in fact, sometimes methods can feel like cages, especially for someone who naturally resists rules and rigidity.

instead, i encourage you to explore something more fluid. create rituals, not methods—small, personal actions that connect you to your dr in ways that feel natural. for example:

• environmental cues: surround yourself with scents, sounds, or textures that remind you of your dr. if your desired reality has a certain kind of music, let that be your companion as you visualize.

• sensory immersion: spend a few moments each day simply existing in your dr. close your eyes, take a breath, and imagine not just the visuals but the textures, the smells, the weight of the air around you. you’re not “trying” to shift—you’re simply stepping into the feeling.

• intuitive connection: let go of the need to perform. shifting isn’t about “doing it right”; it’s about aligning with the reality you already believe is yours. trust that the path you’re on will guide you, even if you take no conscious steps toward it.

as for your friend who shifts effortlessly—see their success as proof that shifting doesn’t need to be difficult. you don’t have to adopt their approach, but you can take inspiration from their ease.

on memory fog and grounding . . .

your confusion, the blurred edges of memory, is a sign of overstimulation. your mind has been running hard, reaching, pulling, questioning, and it’s tired. imagine trying to see through a glass of water that’s just been shaken; the particles have to settle before you can see clearly again.

here’s how to ground yourself:

1. step away without guilt. take a short break from consciously thinking about shifting. this doesn’t mean giving up—just letting your mind and body rest. focus on the here and now without resentment. shifting is about harmony, not escape.

2. focus on the physical. grounding is about reconnecting with the senses. eat grounding foods—things that feel earthy and warm, like root vegetables, nuts, or even chocolate. take slow walks and notice the texture of the ground beneath your feet. hold something solid in your hands, like a stone or a piece of wood. these things bring your energy back into balance.

3. practice clarity. when you feel ready, revisit your memories of those blurred dreams or shifting attempts. don’t try to analyze them immediately; just sit with them. sometimes clarity doesn’t come from force—it comes from time and quiet reflection.

shifting is not a task to be conquered; it is a journey, a quiet unfolding. you don’t have to force it or prove anything to yourself. the fact that you’ve endured so much and still return to this path is proof of your strength. trust that every attempt, every dream, every moment of confusion is part of a larger process—one that is leading you exactly where you need to go.

you are closer than you realize. shifting is not waiting for you to struggle harder—it’s waiting for you to let go. when you’re ready, it will meet you halfway. until then, be kind to yourself. take this time to rest, to reflect, and to trust.

[kaycode1999]

Ahhh hello hello! Could I get a mha matchup?

I have a bit of trouble knowing how to describe myself so I’ll try my best 😅

I am female and go by she/her (sometimes she/they) and I go by Irene

I’m super super sarcastic, I can be loud or quiet depending on the day, I’m a bit of a petiole pleaser but not like, a major one yk? Just a little bit of people pleasing tendencies every once in a while, I tend to joke around a lot especially when I feel awkward and feel like I need to fill the silence. I get super super anxious at random times for no reason but I’m really good at pushing through it and continuing on with my day like it’s nothing (a skill I’ve spent years perfecting)

I’m an INFP (though I’ve never completely felt like this was correct I get the same answer every time I take the test lmaooo) I love buying people small things (like their favorite drink or snack) just cus you never know when someone is having a bad day lol. I also have pretty bad RBF. I’ve been told I’m the definition of ‘fake it till you make it’🤣

I have a pretty alternative aesthetic, as well as lots of tattoos and piercings (which tends to confuse people cus they say I have a sunshine personality but I look like I’d be mean… whatever that means?) I also dye my hair a lot (though I keep going back to bright red)

I am a huge gamer, I also love reading just about any book I can get my hands on. I also love working out and kickboxing. I also have a tendency to do algebra when I’m anxious? I’m not sure why but it makes me feel better (I’d like to think my old math teacher would be proud)

I don’t really have a type? I’m not a huge fan of people who are also awkward though cus I’m also awkward and it usually is just a huge mess of awkwardness.

Anyways I’m so sorry I totally rambled for way too long long, have a fantastic day!!!

I match you with

Hizashi Yamada, AKA Present Mic

*You didn't say your gender preference so I just went with who I thought would be a good fit, I can do it again if I was wrong on the gender match*

He strikes me as a very relaxed and chill person, and as an extension he makes those around him feel calmer as well

He doesn't mind if you’re loud ( I mean this is him we're talking about), and he doesn't mind if you’re quiet. You do you and he's cool to just chill with you

That's not to say he doesn't need to learn at first. I think its only natural to be concerned when someone goes from being loud to quiet, but once he realizes it doesn't mean anything bad he totally understands

He loves your wit, and don't expect him not to be sarcastic back just a little bit

I'm not exactly sure why but I feel like he might have some people-pleasing tendencies as well. Not to an extreme extent or anything but it appears every once in a while. This is just so say he understands and doesn't judge you for it, but if if bothers you he’ll help you in whatever way you need

Part of him finds relief in your jokes if its a serious and/or awkward situation because it breaks the tension, and the other part is the one adding onto your joke(s) because he hates awkward situations

He gets to know you well enough to sense when you're anxious, and even if you're a champ at powering through he's gonna do what he can to tell keep you grounded and calm yourself down ( he’ll even keep a workbook on or near him so that you can do your algebra to help keep you calm)

He thinks you're so sweet and that's one of the reasons he loves you. Bringing him something you think/know he will like will make him melt, and he’ll do the same thing for you

Your RBF may have made him approach you with caution but it didn't keep him away. And once he gets to know you he doesn't even notice it

He thinks your piercings and tattoos and awesome, and same for your dyed hair

You're both sunshines and its very wholesome and sweet

He's loves gaming with you, it doesn't really matter what genre it is. Not gonna lie I see things getting kind of competitive 😂

I think if he reads its more along the lines of historical things, news articles, etc. Because he likes to be informed, but he will read something if you recommend it

He is a pro hero so working out kind of comes with the territory, workout dates can be fun.

He is very surprised and impressed with the kickboxing though. He will be there to cheer you on 100%

[yooglerecs]

Omg, kayyyy! I'm going to write little notes while reading because since reading the teaser I knew I'd need to scream every now and then ( Is ginger yoongi with drive-thru wedding, is your faaault! /j ). And because, I finally had time to read this and coincidentally it was before my dentist appointment ( which is great because ✨ anxiety ✨ ) so, yeah, can't really scream rn so notes is the better option haha also, is basically just me highlighting my favorite bits because why not

⋆ « When did it get so hot here? » ← not me reading this in the middle of the waiting room lmao

⋆ I'm totally giggling to myself in the middle of this hospital lol And dreading the angst mentioned in the warning uggghhh

And will most likely said it again later BUT love your writing!! Chef kiss!

⋆ « the slightest lisp that you have always found so endearing » I'M A SUCKER FOR THE LISP ASDFSAGS

⋆ « they get a marriage license instead of a burger. » i almost actually laugh out loud haha

⋆ « “Are you interested?” “Are you asking?” » me in the back with a cartel that says: yes! Get married!!!

⋆ Kind of side note: Now I'm thinking the lady in front of me is going to think I'm texting with someone romantically ( like that meme bc is what parents do whenever their kids are on their phone ) because I keep smiling at my phone and typing lmaooo

⋆ The heartache my heart ache (??? finding about the resignation. BUT WE WERE HAVING SUCH A GOOD TIMEEEE

⋆ « Unless of course, you… hah, you wish.» I'm— 🥹💔

⋆ « of course he looks sexy as fuck » of course!!!!! *screaming cat meme* GINGER MIN YOONGI ENTERED THE CHAAAAAATTT

« using ARMY to voice out your inner thirst, really? » i got you mc, you can pretend is all me lmao

⋆ Me melting into the chair when i realized and —

«What did he do? Wait. Tablo is gone. »

⋆ 🥺🥺🥺 I wanna hug him so bad 🥺🥺🥺 w&f!yoongi and real yoongi 🥺🥺🥺

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

⋆ « “I've nothing to tell you.” » I was not planning on crying before going into the dentist's office!!!

⋆ « loud crash from the other side of the room » it was me throwing my phoneeee *screaming cat meme*

⋆ « He looks up, smirking as he swirls his drink. “Nah.” » yoongiiii haha mh wtfff I'm gonna throw the phone at you hahahahhah

⋆ « No one knows you better than Yoongi, and apparently no one else can hurt you quite like him, too » 😔😔😔💔💔💔

⋆ Okay, thankfully I had to take a break before Yoongi appeared at the hotel room because WHAT THE HECKKKK

⋆ That last part had me on the end of my sit omggg was so worried for a second there 🥺 but Kay, this is so amazing!! I LOOOVE your writing, I don't really know how to explain it but it feels so natural the way the interaction and feelings are described. I was totally giggling and crying with the characters all the way! big asdfg 🤭💖

Wild & Free | Part 1 of 2

Pairing: Min Yoongi x female reader

Summary: Everybody says they want to marry Min Yoongi. But what if he only wants to say 'yes' to you.

Alternatively: While on the last leg of their PTD tour, Yoongi discovers there was such a thing as drive-thru weddings in Las Vegas - spontaneous, wild, exciting - something his pretty little brain can't seem to process having lived the last decade of his life planned to perfection by his management team, which includes you. When he goes down a rabbit hole of Youtube videos about The Little White Wedding Chapel (Omo! Michael Jordan got married there!), he starts getting all sorts of ideas - all of it starring him and you.

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut, Childhood friends to lovers, Idol!au, Coworkers to lovers (reader is a HYBE employee)

Warnings: Mild angst, cursing lol, mentions of sex, pining and lots of it, reader is insecure, couple of idiots truly, covid didn’t happen, one mention of recreational gambling (we're in Vegas!), canon moments I botched for my own use, ginger Yoongi is a warning in and of itself, angry Yoongi, cliches ‘cos meh, possible inaccuracies about Las Vegas - been there once, but details used in the story are just from research. Also, I get that Las Vegas weddings might seem tacky to some. Coming from a background of traditional, elaborate ceremonies, the characters in this story are genuinely surprised by this simpler approach. After all, a wedding is really just about you and your partner, and that’s the essence we’re exploring here. ♡ If you can get on board with that, then let's head to the Tunnel of Love! Viva Las Vegas! 🙂

Word Count: 7.2k (approx. 30 mins.)

Posting date: August 31, 2024

Dividers: @/saradika-graphics

Part One | Part Two | Masterlist

"Yoongi, marry me!" You shout at the top of your lungs, earning laughs from the people around you. 

On the other side of the room, a couple of other people shout the same catchphrase, including Kim Taehyung, who seems to get the most kick out of it out of all the members.

Coerced to do one of those Tik Tok dance challenges, Min Yoongi stands in front of the room, hides his face behind his hands and you watch in delight as he awkwardly sways his hips side to side. More cheers erupt and two seconds after he decides he was done.

"Hajimaaaa!" Your friend says to no one and everyone, cheeks burning as he stalks back to the chair he was occupying across yours.

You push his beer bottle towards him, "Good job, gramps."

"Fuck off," he says with no real bite, taking a long swig off his drink to cool off his reddened cheeks.

It's great to finally get some down time with the crew. After such a fast-paced, high production tour, everybody needed to blow off some steam. This Korean BBQ restaurant off the Strip was the perfect venue to get the team together for samgyupsal and drinks. The vibes are, as the kids say, immaculate.

You are already sufficiently buzzed so you sit down as Seokjin takes his turn to do the challenge. He really seems to be more into it than the man currently giving you a look.

"I heard you." He narrows his eyes at you almost accusingly.

"What? It's the new viral catchphrase," you shrugged. "Everybody and their grandma is saying it these days."

"Not their grandma."

"You should be flattered."

Stop, you thought he would say. But his response catches you off guard.

"Only ‘cause you said it."

And he has the audacity to lick his bottom lip, a ghost of a smirk forming.

Fuck. Your throat dries up. When did it get so hot here?

“And in case you’re wondering…” he leans forward, a dopey-ass grin now on his face. “The answer is yes.”

Record scratch.

Did he really just-

Thankfully, you recover.

“Stop playing,” you say, trying to sound casual. But your face probably betrays the internal turmoil happening in your brain. You fear the day will come that he will have caught on to the unshakeable something you have been harboring for the better part of the last decade.

See, there’s always been an unspoken tension between you and Yoongi, something neither of you ever addressed or acted upon. Perhaps, in your younger days, there were moments when you felt your friendship was on the verge of becoming something more. But then he debuted as an idol, and things took off, and you were robbed of time. With his group’s growing popularity and you managing his personal career, the possibility of exploring anything beyond friendship and your work rapport became even more distant.

You feel like a bug under a microscope the way he observes you with a lopsided grin and while you try to hold his gaze, this clown interrupts.

"If y'all done eye-fucking each other, some of us are heading back." A drunk Park Jimin says with a mischievous grin, eyes crinkling like crescents. You could almost throw up.

Your eyes shift back to Yoongi and he just blinks in that blank way he does and bends to collect his bag from under his chair, completely ignoring his bandmate.

‘Fuck you,’ you mouth to Jimin hastily. Just enough time before Yoongi emerges with his backpack and your tote, which he already slung on his own shoulder.

You try to take it from him, but he waves you off.

"We're in bus 2," Jimin sings-songs and walks off, looking every bit the trouble-maker.

Thing is, you made the mistake of confiding in Jimin once, last year. You got drunk after getting dumped by some guy you met on Bumble three dates down, though it really was the sting of learning that Yoongi took one of Psy’s backup dancers out for coffee, even if it was just casual, that pushed you off the edge and into a bar in Hannam Intersection. Coincidentally, Jimin was there with that cute idol from Shinee and some other guys, but he joined you when he saw you looking like shit.

After learning about your long-standing crush (thank God you did not drop the L-bomb), Jimin would occasionally tease you, much to your chagrin. He’s careful not to push things too far, but it’s clear he sees himself as a bit of a cupid. You keep telling him that nothing will come of it, but he just won’t let up.

You are scared for things to change between you and Yoongi, not when everything is just how it’s supposed to be. 

Not when you believe in your heart that if anything would have happened, it already should have.

And you would snuff the last embers of the torch that you keep holding out for him if only you knew how.

"Drive-thru weddings?" Yoongi enunciates in English, with the slightest lisp that you have always found so endearing. As your tour bus passes by chapel after wedding chapel, he continues to wonder out loud. "People get married there?"

Namjoon turns his head to look at Yoongi from his seat in front. "Yeah, hyung. They don't even need to get out of their car. It's just like a McDonald's. But they get a marriage license instead of a burger."

“Really? And people do this? Like, randomly?”

“Yeah, some celebrities decided to do it that way, but I assume many people do, too. I mean, look how many we’ve passed already.” Namjoon says with a tiny grin, cheek dimpling.

"Mm." Yoongi hums and you're curious about that faraway look on his face as he stares outside.

“Are you interested?” You joke lamely, instantly regretting opening your mouth. Why do you keep propositioning him? You blame that ‘one for the road’ shot of soju you downed on the way out of the restaurant.

He studies your face, before he replies lowly, so only you can hear, “Are you asking?”

Fuck, he’s bold. He’s also a bit drunk, but everyone knows he can drink anyone under the table. You know this is not the first time he got weirdly flirty with you after one too many drinks, so you take it in stride.

“What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas,” Hoseok's voice booms from the back and with a chorus of laughs ringing inside the vehicle, you take that as a sign that this is definitely just the effect of being in Sin City.

A few beats after and you steal a glance at Yoongi, finding his gaze transfixed at a sign that read: "The Little White Wedding Chapel".

Last day of the Las Vegas tour and while you are glad it is almost done, your heart aches as you remember that this is also your last one, ever. Your 60-day notice is already running, having tendered your resignation a month after LA wrapped up.

As great of a job as it is, your heart seems to always be at odds because of the lingering feelings you have for Yoongi. Everyday, you find yourself trapped in the limbo of unspoken feelings and missed chances. The endless “what ifs” weigh you down, and you can’t summon the courage to confront them. It’s not anyone’s fault but your own, and you hoped that stepping away from this life might jumpstart your next chapter, as BTS is also about to embark on theirs. 

With the group taking a break for solo projects and gearing up for their military service, it seemed like the perfect moment for you to explore something different, too. Maybe finally open that cafe you’ve always wanted. Maybe you can also meet somebody, especially since your eomma has been on your back even more lately about giving her a grandchild.

You weren't planning to sever ties with Yoongi entirely, or at all. There’s too much history between you two to just walk away from the friendship. But you were desperate to let go of the emotional baggage.

The thing is, you have not told anyone. Not even Yoongi. Especially not Yoongi. It is highly likely that he will try to stop you and press for reasons, and you can't tell him that you’re in love with him, can you? Just… no. What a fuckin’ cliche.

You don’t know when you will be ready to tell him the truth, but it needs to be soon.

You find him on the side of the stage, eyes locked in on his phone that he held with one hand and you already can tell he is watching a documentary with the way his face is screwed up in concentration. His ‘watching a cat video’ face was infinitely more smiley, that's for sure.

He lifts his sleepy eyes up as you approach, handing you a latte that he apparently picked up for you from that place across the street, because the coffee from the catering ‘tastes like shit.’

Before you can say thanks, Yoongi exclaims, “Omo! Michael Jordan got married there?” 

Your confusion must be written all over your face, because he quickly explains, “You know in one of those drive-thru wedding chapels we saw the other night. Wow. I can't believe Jordan did that.” 

He pauses the video and turns the screen toward you, revealing a white building decked out with all sorts of decorations reminiscent of Valentine's day. The way he looks at you, expectantly, makes you feel like you should share his excitement, but you're a bit stumped. “Yoongi-ah, why are you watching this?”

He fidgets with a sheepish grin. “Well, I’ve never seen anything like this before. Korean weddings can be so complicated, you know? Hyung was really frustrated with all the traditions at his wedding.” He shrugs, still looking a bit embarrassed but trying to stay casual. “Here, it seems like you just need the right person. And maybe some courage. Okay, a lot of courage. I just— I don’t know, I find it fascinating.”

He nods to himself, gnawing on his bottom lip.

Totally endeared, you hop to sit beside him on the stage, bump your shoulder with his, and say, “Go on, press play.” 

The tiniest of frowns that has settled between his brows smoothes out and he angles the screen more towards you before resuming the video.

Turns out it really is fascinating (Omo! Joe Jonas also got married there! But wait, isn't he divorced now?), so you watch a few more clips, before soundcheck starts.

You’ve always known Yoongi to have massive hyperfixations. In fact, you’re not at all surprised when that night during the concert, he even cheekily says to the crowd during his ment, “Welcome to Las Vegas, with the drive-thru wedding.” And of course, the audience eats it up, those wearing Shooky headbands, veils or holding “Yoongi, marry me” signs end up being the loudest.

But while you’ve supported all his previous mini-obsessions (League of Legends, Dalgona coffee, woodworking) until he over-indulged to the point of almost flushing it out of his system, you are not quite sure how else to help him with this one.

Unless of course, you… hah, you wish.

The tour wraps up successfully. The boys have different group and individual schedules before they return to Seoul. For Yoongi, a shoot for his photofolio, and some b-roll content for his upcoming documentary was on deck for him, you, and his crew. 

The drive up to the desert was pretty uneventful as mostly everyone was asleep. You arrive sometime in the afternoon and immediately get to work in order to catch the golden hour. Yoongi has disappeared into the makeup trailer and you busy yourself with checking the preps.

The theme was glamping. Though Yoongi would never admit that that was the concept he approved. He would most likely say something more deep and poetic, that the setting is a poignant portrayal of his growth as a person and a metaphorical exploration of his artistry… Or something like that.

Things were running a little later than you like, which always happens when you are doing shoots overseas, so you volunteer to help with the set design. Placing some of the props near the camper van, you take a second to decide whether to use the metal cup or the ceramic mug, when a sleepy voice interrupts your thoughts.

"Set looks great. Good job."

You turn your head to look at Yoongi and wow his hair is orange.

The color of his favorite citrus and of course he looks sexy as fuck. He smells phenomenal, too–like mandarins with a hint of spice. You are in so much trouble. Seems your mouth is filled with cotton the way you are unable to make a sound.

“Yah! I spent hours on this new hair, you're not going to say anything?” he whines with a small pout.

You snicker at his cute expression, reaching out to touch the ends of his hair very lightly else the glam team unnies might scold you. “You look like a cat.”

“Ugh,” he groans, walking away with what you now realize is a stick of marshmallows in his right hand.

“No, Yoongi, it's cute,” You follow him as he stops in front of the bonfire, roasting the marshmallows over it briefly before taking a bite, still not placated by your words.

You decide to put him out of his misery. “You look good. Like really good. ARMY would probably even say sexy.” You inwardly cringe at the last bit–using ARMY to voice out your inner thirst, really?

Nonetheless, Yoongi's reaction is priceless. His lips stretch into a thin line, chin dimpling as he pretends to not enjoy the compliment that he very well fished for. 

“Ok quit acting like an emoji and let me take your photos for IG.” You take your phone out and snap a few pics of him posing with the marshmallow, some without it. A couple of him grinning, gummy smiles on display, and you know you need to keep some of these for yourself when the inevitable comes and you won't see his face everyday. 

“C’mere,” he pulls you to his side, arm going around your shoulder. A whiff of his musk has you swooning which you hope he does not notice.

Your phone is taken. He snaps a few selfies of you both and tsks when he sees your lock screen. 

“Tablo-hyung, still? You know he's literally married and has a kid, right?”

You make a face and snatch your phone from his grasp. “Yah! As if you're not an idol and your face is not the wallpaper of thousands of people.”

“I think you mean millions.”

“Ass.” You try to shove him, but his hand closes in on your phone again. 

Swipes and taps later, he seems satisfied and your phone is handed back to you, before he walks off without so much as a goodbye.

What did he do?

Wait.

Tablo is gone. 

And the tableau in his place is one of the photos you just took with him. Eyes twinkling, smiles identical. The picture of a seemingly perfect couple.

Oh, damn. You really are a goner.

You send the pic to Jimin a little later. His response was unwelcome.

Jimin: You two have literal heart eyes for each other. So cute.

You: Not helping.

Jimin: Just tell him how you feel.

You: Again, not helping.

Jimin: What's your plan?

You: Do you really wanna know?

You ring him. Might as well tell somebody.

In between layouts, Yoongi films interviews for some magazines. You have complete faith in him and his media relations skills at this point. Smart, thought-provoking Yoongi can wow any interviewer, sometimes to the point where numbers have been slipped inside his coat pocket. Thank God this one is on Zoom, ‘cause you can’t deal with something like that happening right now.

You caught wind of something that he said during the interview and you made a mental note to ask him about it later.

“Sometimes, it feels like my life is just a sequence of obligations and schedules,” he tells the online reporter. “I can’t even remember the last time I made plans for myself. Being here in Las Vegas is refreshing. It’s like everyone is just living by their own rules. I don’t think I’m like that at all.”

"Do you want to be like that?" The reporter asks.

"Maybe..." he shrugs, sinking a bit lower on the chair he was on.

It was late and the crew was just winding down before packing up the set.

“How was your day?” he asks you with a soft smile. You can see the tiredness in his eyes.

“Not bad,” you say, taking a spot beside him on the picnic blanket that was still on set. He seems pensive.

“Did you ever think we would get this far?” he asks. “Couple of Daegu kids, now running around in America.”

“Who would've thought…” you say, observing him. His eyes were stoic, but you know he's got something else on his mind, something bothering him.

“You said something in your interview earlier.”

“Nothing bad, I hope?”

“Not bad per se, I just never heard you say it in an interview before. About not feeling like you can make your own plans. Like life has become a series of schedules.”

He hums and takes a sip of something from the mug he is holding. Your nose tells you it is definitely not hot cocoa.

“I’ve come to terms with it for the most part, you know,” he sighs looking out into the vastness. “But plans are good. Makes me feel like there is a point to all this.”

You follow his line of vision and sigh. You knew he was feeling a lot of stress lately. His life was not easy. You hate that you have to pile on top of it.

“We need to start planning D-day soon. It's going to be so busy with the album and the tour and all the content we have to make. Oh God, we might have to do fan calls, but I'm so embarrassed when I do it.”

You mimic his hum, getting disoriented with his use of ‘we’. He still doesn't know that word would be null and void soon.

“By the way, we gotta come up with a different name for the Youtube show. I can't pronounce it. Sich? Sush? Shit-”

“Suchwita,” you say, guilt settling in your tummy.

“...and we have that collab with Halsey for what’s that game again? Doom? No, Diablo! We used to play that before, remember? I think we might be doing a music video for that one.”

Just tell him. This would be the best time.

“Look, Yoongi I-”

“Thank you,” he suddenly says, in a tone so soft, and the way he punctuates it with your name makes your heart soar.

Your eyes snap to him, the slight pinks dusting his cheeks make him look like the teenage boy you met in music school.

“I’m not good at this - fuck, this is so awkward - umm but I've really been meaning to tell you that I appreciate you.” He continues, “You're really important to me.”

You try to fight back a smile at how elated you are, but can’t. And maybe he needs to see how happy this is making you. How happy he is making you.

In the years that you've known him there were two distinct moments that made you believe that just as you have been in love with him, maybe he was in love with you, too. And as you watch him rub his crinkled nose, trying to act chill but can't, you somehow convince your fickle heart that this might be the third.

“I’ve been thinking a lot, with all this talk about our ‘chapter 2’...”

“Yeah?”

“I know things are going to change, but I’m glad you’re still here. I honestly don't know what I'm doing half the time, but you, you give me direction,” he smiles, a hand scratching the back of his neck.

“Are you seriously thanking me for my constant nagging?” 

“No,” he chuckles to himself. “I’m thanking you for being my friend.”

Oh. Ouch.

His lips keep moving and moving, and he is saying things with a fond smile, but your ears can’t register a single word. Except that single word: friend. Because, that’s all he sees you as, and that’s all you’ll ever be, and lest you need a reminder, that’s why you did what you did.

Disappointment cracks through your core and your lungs are suddenly devoid of air and you feel the urgent need to step away.

“Sorry Yoongi, I- I have to go.”

“Huh?” The light in his face fades, replaced by a frown and confused eyes that are watching your every move.

“Wait, did I say something? Tell me what's wrong.”

Don’t cry. Shit. Don’t cry. 

“I've nothing to tell you.”

You grimace at how stiff you sounded but before you can rectify anything, your feet take you to the nearest trailer. You close the door and drop to your knees as uncontrollable sobs rack your body.

You rein yourself in after a few minutes, wiping your tears on the back of your sleeve. You fish your phone out from your pocket, the photo on your lock screen twisting the knife lodged in your heart. 

You ring the first person on your recent contacts.

“I can’t do it, Jiminah.”

“What happened? Talk to me.”

You tell him how you were just talking and it was getting deep then he got sentimental and said thank you…

“For being his friend.”

A beat, then Jimin finally speaks. “He is such an idiot.”

“I can’t do this,” you say, with finality. “I’m going to finish this tour, but I’m really leaving. I can’t be around Yoongi anymore.”

You finally get a couple of days off and decide to dodge Yoongi after coming back from the desert. It’s oddly easy—he’s not seeking you out like he usually does. You left him hanging the last time you talked, and now you’re stumped about how to fix things. You and Yoongi never really fight, at least not seriously. You handle work stuff through Kakao, like sending over today’s recording schedule for the award show. He left you on read.

Jimin immediately calls out for you as you step inside the set. It was just one of the penthouse suites in the hotel you were staying in. You feel awkward as some eyes shift over to you as you barely had time to fix yourself, you just aren't in the mood.

“Hi,” you respond simply. “How's everything?”

Jimin glances over his shoulder, and you follow his gaze to find Yoongi staring blankly at the coffee table, a face of thunder.

“He knows. He heard you on the phone with me.”

Your heart immediately drops to your ass. “Shit.”

Jimin shrugs, a mixture of sympathy and amusement on his face. “Yeah, he’s pretty confused… and a little pissed.”

“Did you–”

“I would never,” Jimin interrupts quickly, holding up his hands. “It’s not my story to tell.” He pats your shoulder reassuringly. “Just talk to him. What’s the worst that could happen?”

You’re not sure if Jimin’s optimism is comforting or just making you more anxious. You’ve spent years imagining every possible outcome, every scenario where he finds out you felt something deeper. And most of those scenarios end in heartbreak.

Either way, you know you’ve got to face the storm brewing in Yoongi’s eyes.

The shoot goes on without a hitch. You and Yoongi avoid each other like the plague, so much so that one of the makeup unnies takes notice. You downplay it, not wanting to be the subject of workplace gossip.

The schedule wraps up and as you get ready to leave, there is a light tap on your shoulder.

“Hey noona,” Jake says, looking a bit nervous but flashing a tentative smile. “Umm, a bunch of us are heading out tonight. If you don’t have plans, you should join us.”

Jake’s one of the newer camera guys, and while he’s been nice—always greeting you and opening doors—he’s barely scratched the surface of what could be considered a friend. He’s not just polite; he’s actually pretty cute. You’ve never really hung out with him before, but something about the way he’s looking at you makes it hard to say no. It was one of the last nights you have in Las Vegas, and maybe, you should live a little.

“Ok. What time are we leaving?”

“Can we meet at the lobby by 10?”

Just as you’re about to respond, there’s a loud crash from the other side of the room. You catch a glimpse of Yoongi and Jin amidst a flurry of crew members rushing over. Whatever happened, it looks like it’s already being dealt with.

“10?” you repeat, still distracted by the commotion.

He nods.

“Got it,” you reply, trying to shake off your unease. 

Jake adjusts his backpack and gives you another nod, his smile still lingering as he heads out. “Cool. See you tonight.”

“Ok…” you nod, a little dazed as you watch Jake fistbump one of the producers on the way out.

“Hot date?” Jimin appears out of nowhere, casually sipping his Americano. His grin is a little too knowing—clearly, he was eavesdropping.

“Not really. He just mentioned that a few people were planning to go clubbing and asked if I wanted to join.”

Jimin’s eyes light up. “So, he wouldn’t mind if we tagged along, right?”

“Who’s ‘we’?” 

Yoongi lifts his wine glass at you, smiling and unbothered.

Is this him extending an olive branch?

“Hey, Danbi, Eunchae…” he says, his gaze drifting past you to the two girls from Design. They look momentarily stunned, then offer hesitant waves, clearly not accustomed to this rare gesture from the usually wordless Yoongi.

Seriously?

This asshole.

A knot of frustration tightens in your stomach. Not only is he acting like nothing happened, but he’s also playing it cool, like he’s completely unaware of how much this is getting under your skin.

You’re sad, but now you’re kinda pissed, too. And the worst part of it all, he knows he looks fine.

Ginger hair slicked back to reveal the fresh undercut, He’s wearing some black shirt and black pants, with Jordans you would guess, and you know if it was any other man wearing that, he would have been stopped at the door. 

You shift the strap of your dress slightly, conscious under his taunting eyes. The little number was something hot you recently picked up, the kind that might end up on somebody's floor.

“Are you going over to them,” Jake asks casually, leaning closer to your ear.

“No,” you say, breaking eye contact with Yoongi and moving to the next table where the others were, with Jake following closely behind.

A chorus of hellos started as you reached the table. There were a couple of girls from Hair and Makeup and some of the videographers, too. As if on cue, a tray of colorful shots are suddenly placed on the center console. The night is about to begin.

Jake has been incredibly attentive so far, but the truth is, it’s someone else’s attention that you want. You are hyper aware of Yoongi’s presence and it’s like having an itch you couldn’t scratch.

You spot Yoongi by the bar, alone and absorbed in his own world. As usual, he's oblivious to the pair of women casting lingering glances in his direction. 

Taking a deep breath, you steel yourself and make your way towards him. You notice his shoulders tense and stiffen as you approach, a clear sign of his unease, which almost made you want to retreat. But you know you can't go on another day of this unresolved tension with him.

“Yoongi, can we talk?”

He looks up, smirking as he swirls his drink. “Nah.”

Alright. You were not expecting that. 

“Look, I just wanna explain–”

“It’s cool. You don’t have to,” he cuts you off, his voice casual but his eyes fixed stubbornly on the lowball glass he’s holding.

“But I–”

“You don't wanna be around me anymore, simple. Dunno why you're here.”

“Wait, Yoongi, you don't understand.”

“Don't understand? You never told me shit.” You notice how his fists are clenched, knuckles turning white. “I would have apologized if I did something wrong. Thought you knew that. Thought we were friends.”

It’s that word again. You chuckle bitterly. “Friends, I know. You keep saying that.”

At this he looks up at you, brows furrowed, but it was your turn to avert your gaze. 

“‘Kay. You're leaving anyway, right? You can start now.”

“Fine.”

“Bye.”

You take a few steps, but something tugs at you, pulling you back. You glance over your shoulder, hoping to catch him watching you leave, wishing he’d somehow intervene, stop you from walking away.

But he isn’t there. His chair is already empty, the space where he sat now as vacant as if he’d never been there at all.

No one knows you better than Yoongi, and apparently no one else can hurt you quite like him, too.

The night is young. The club is electric. It is the hottest spot in town and you are hell-bent to experience it to the max.

Spirits and sugary shots tempered the hurt that settled in your gut after your encounter with Yoongi, now replaced with an urge to forget, to almost rebel.

The dance floor becomes your sanctuary. Shots of sweet, potent liquor flow, loosening you up and syncing your movements with the music. The crowd sways around you, a sea of bodies, but Jake remains a constant anchor. 

His hands rest confidently on your stomach, your back pressed against his chest as you grind slowly against him. With one arm raised, you hook your hand around his neck, letting your bodies move in perfect rhythm. It's been a while since you let yourself go like this, but it's Vegas, after all.

You can feel the warmth of his breath as he leans in, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, “You’re so sexy, noona.”

“Wanna get out of here?” The words leave your mouth before your brain can stop you.

Jake's eyes widen slightly, but he nods, quite enthusiastically actually, and you think: fuck it, he's cute and you are leaving the company anyway. 

Disappointingly, the heat between you and Jake cools with every passing second as you make your way back to the hotel. Yet, you cling to the idea of seeing it through, driven by the need to prove a point: that a) your life doesn't revolve around Min Yoongi; and b) you are attractive and can pull anyone, even if Min Yoongi does not want you.

In another world, this would be a whirlwind of clothes flying off, bodies pressed against walls, hands exploring with urgency. But instead, you both enter the hotel room in silence, the air heavy with a tension that contrasts sharply with the passionate encounter you’d hoped for. The quietness between you feels like a stark reminder of how far you are from the fantasy you envisioned. 

Jake notices the maze of thoughts you were lost in.

“Noona,” he says, placing his jacket over the arm of the couch. “Are you sure you want this?”

Want. It was hard to stitch words as a response to that. Not when your heart has only wanted one person for years.

To be fair you do want Jake in your bed tonight. Objectively, he is super attractive - his soft, wavy hair, those wide, doe eyes, and a jawline that could cut glass.

No time to waste. You turn to him, slowly unzipping your dress and letting it slip to the floor. “Does this answer your question?”

“Yes, yes, it does,” he walks in long strides over to you, yanking up his shirt in one fell swoop, revealing his toned stomach.

His hands cup your face and soon you feel his lips against your… neck? Ok, you can get into this. It’s not like you hate it. 

He spends a few moments kissing you there. You close your eyes, willing your brain to shut off and just be in the moment.

“Can I touch you here?” One of his hands ghosts the side of your rib, inching towards the underside of your breast.

But before you can answer, loud knocks pound at your door.

“What the hell?” You hastily pull up your dress, zipping it up quickly. The furious raps continue and you can hear a voice behind it.

Jake follows you as you head to the door, picking up his tee from the floor and pulling it over his torso.

Bothered at the urgent banging, you don’t think to view the peep hole as you swing the door open, revealing 

“Yoongi?” you squeak.

“Get out.” Eyes bloodshot, he strides past you and goes for Jake, who quickly tries to side-step him, moving a few steps back to create distance between them.

“Yoongi-ssi?” Jake's eyes, wide as saucers, go to his elder then to you, before a realization dawns on him. “They said you weren't– Fuck, I swear I really thought–.”

"Get. Out." His voice is cold, laced with a fury you’ve never heard from him before. He grabs Jake by the arm, practically shoving him toward the door.

Jake casts a pitiful glance back, mumbling, "Sorry, noona," even though he’s done nothing wrong. But you don’t see it. Your hands are covering your face, trying to shield yourself from the shock and shame crashing over you as the scene unfolds.

“Fuck off, kid.”

And then the door slams shut.

Yoongi paces the room like a caged animal, his hand raking through his sweaty hair in frustration. His breathing is heavy, almost ragged, as if he’s on the verge of losing control.

You finally find your voice. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You can't just barge in my room like that!”

“I just did,” he fires back. “Why are you with him?”

“It's none of your business. But since you really wanna know. I was about ready to fuck him.”

He clenches his jaw, his voice strained. “Did he touch you?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck!” 

His hand shakes as he drags it through his hair again, his frustration barely contained. “Did you want him to?”

You can't understand why he’s asking these questions, why he’s reacting like this.

“Yoongi,” you exhale heavily, the weight of the moment pressing down on you. “Why are you here?”

Yoongi’s POV

Min Yoongi likes being in Las Vegas. The city buzzes with an electric energy, a stark contrast to his own chill demeanor. It’s a place where neon lights flash all night, and the unpredictable atmosphere makes him feel like a fish out of water—a thrilling kind of discomfort. He doesn't get why a city so loud and chaotic captivates him, but it does.

He was never one for outlandish, over-the-top spectacles, but the Cirque du Soleil show he watched with you and Hobi the other night instantly became one of his favorites.

He never liked recreational gambling, but the way you lit up with joy and hugged him tight after winning just 20 bucks at a random slot machine—it’s now one of his most cherished memories.

He never fared well in big, buffet restaurants, but if it means hearing you shout “Yoongi, carry meeee” (so stupid) as you beg him for a piggy back ride after downing five heaping plates, then maybe he can start looking up some buffets back home, too.

Las Vegas is free. Las Vegas is wild. Min Yoongi is not. 

At least, not until that night when he tore past wild and plunged into nothing short of primal.

Straight out of a segment from The Animal Planet, he was a tiger, lounging contentedly with his pack. You were his queen, his chosen mate—though you don’t know it yet. But when a looming threat emerges, the alpha in him awakens, tapping into ancient survival instincts to protect what’s his.

First, he observed the threat.

Some guy from production. Jake. He’s HYBE's new ace videographer from Australia. Isn’t he younger than her?

Oh shit, this was the dude Yoongi actually handpicked to be the director of photography for his documentary. He might have to rethink this, depending on how things play out.

Fucker has his hand on your back and you shift subtly so his hand falls away. This is good, you don’t seem to be too into his advances, Yoongi tells himself, relaxing slightly on his chair.

Second, he assessed the situation.

Unfortunately for him, the situation escalated quickly.

Never in his life has he ever wanted to gouge his eyes out so badly. If he could actually shove his fingers in his eye sockets and scoop his eyeballs from his skull he would have done it right then. Yet somehow he couldn't look away. There was a sick, sadistic pleasure in watching you lose yourself on the dance floor. Like a voyeur, he stared, mouth slightly parted, breathless as your body grinds in time with the bass. He didn’t want to acknowledge the other man in the picture, the one that wasn’t him.

“You’re drooling, hyung,” Jungkook teases, and Jimin erupts in a fit of giggles, almost falling out of the bar stool.

Yoongi wants to deny it. But between the ache in his heart and the boner in his pants, he did not have it in him to lie. “Pass me a napkin, dipshit.”

Third, he sensed danger.

Unfortunately again, he had to use the toilet at some point. And as he returns to his spot on the balcony, he panics.

“Where the fuck is she?”

Jimin looked at him, warily. “They left.”

No, he thought. No, no, no they’re not leaving this club. They are not leaving his sight.

Fourth, he took decisive action.

A rush of adrenaline coursed through his body spurring him to run out the door, his phone on his ear as he tries to reach his driver.

“Hyung, stop.” Jimin runs to keep up with him. “Where are you going?”

“You know where.”

“Why?”

His head is pounding. He cannot think straight. And Jimin asking so many questions is so fucking annoying.

“You know why.”

Jimin sighs exasperatedly. “Why didn’t you idiots just talk about this like normal people?”

He doesn’t answer his friend, but he knows Jimin will be coming with him, whether he likes it or not. Because Jimin, nosy as he may be, is also one of the last real ones in his life.

Fifth, he confronts the threat head-on.

Which has brought him here, in your room, acting like the unhinged motherfucker he never aspired to be.

Your stern voice shakes him from his thoughts. “If you’re just going to stand there, just get outta here, Yoongi.”

“No.”

“No?” you let out a huff, a bitter sound cutting him. “You got some fuckin’ nerve. You ask me all sorts of questions, but you can't answer mine, huh?”

He has never seen this look in your eyes, and he starts to regret the hasty decision to come to your room. 

Now, he was confronted with the first and very real possibility of you walking out of his life.

“Again, why are you here?” you ask, your voice a notch softer than it should be. It’s clear you’re exhausted, your tear-filled eyes an indication, wanting nothing more than for everything to make sense.

He cautiously pads towards you and gently reaches out for your hand. To his relief, you let him take it and he envelops it in both of his.

He takes one good look at you, committing your face to memory, because in his mind, this could be the point where your friendship ends.

He takes a deep breath, squeezing his eyes for a moment, before a confession finally spills from his lips. “Because I can't lose you.”

You blink and a lone tear spills free.

“I heard you on the phone with Jimin and what you said broke me. I keep thinking what I did wrong, but I can't figure it out. Then I saw you with that guy and I lost my shit. You know I'm terrible at expressing myself, but I need you, ok? More than I can say. Don't go. I can’t let you go.” He tugs you gently towards him, encasing you in his arms.

It didn’t take long for you to return the hug, pressing your cheek against his chest, and he is certain you can finally hear his heart that beats only for you. How he wishes he can summon the courage to say so. But the moment feels so delicate and he wants to tread lightly. 

“Yoongi…” you sigh out his name and his heart races at how tenderly you seem to have surrendered to him. 

“I’m so sorry that I was such a dick to you. Didn’t mean to ice you out. Honestly, that’s the last thing I ever wanted.”

“What is it that you want, then?”

“This.” He tightened his arms a tad against your frame to make a point, before pulling his head back, just enough to be able to see your eyes when he says, “You.”

Your breath hitches and he is unable to read the expression in your face. Was it just shock? Was it dismay? A slight panic bubbles in his throat. Did he misread the signs? Did he just blow it? But you felt so pliant under his touch, you still do. So he had to ask, even if your response might just end him.

“Y-you don’t want this?”

“No, I do, I do,” you say, almost too quickly, nibbling on your bottom lip afterwards. His thumb goes to caress your cheek, and you lean slightly into his touch.

‘Fuckin’ do something,’ his brain screams at him, the way it has for years now. 

So many words are still unspoken between you two, but as he looks at the affection and the want in your eyes, he decides–fuck it, you can talk later.

"I really want to kiss you right now," he finally admits, his voice low but steady. "Is that okay?"

You nod, but hesitate. "I’m just—” you place a hand on his shoulder, as if to anchor yourself on him. “I’m afraid that if I start, I won’t be able to stop.”

He lets out a breath, a smile playing on his lips as he sees yours curve into a shy grin.

“That’s exactly what I want,” he murmurs as he closes the gap, his lips almost grazing yours.

“I don’t want to just be your friend anymore, Yoongi.” Your nose nudges his, inviting him to make the next move.

“You were never just a friend,” he whispers against the corner of your mouth.

“And after this,” you say, moving your hands to the back of his neck, “I might want you all to myself.”

His lips brush against yours, featherlight. It’s barely a kiss, just a fleeting touch, but it leaves you both craving more.

“Baby,” he breathes, “I’m already yours.”

A/N: What do we think??? Feedback is appreciated! Do we hear wedding bells, or nah? See you in Part Two! 🙂

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Winter Date Scenarios – Jujutsu Kaisen Characters; Advent Calendar Event Day 11

characters: gojou, sukuna, yuuta [separately] x gn!reader

genre & style: fluff, scenarios + in sukuna’s part it’s a non-curse au

word count: 2k

notes: it’s the end of january and i’m sure i won’t be able to write anything more for this event so it’s the last post for my advent calendar. it sucks that i couldn’t complete all of the fics i’ve prepared but i may change them and do a casual fic out of them or use them this year’s holidays lmaooo also i’ve written this in december, i didn’t post it ‘cause i wanted to write one scenario more but couldn’t bring myself too

warnings: playful insults

event’s masterlist

Gojou; ice skating

“Are you sure it’s a good idea, Satoru?” Your scream-whisper echoes through empty corridors as you squeeze the man’s palm tightly, the buzzing sound of the yellowed lights irritates your ears, every little flicker making you jump with fear. It’s the middle of the night and Gojou has decided that it’s a perfect time for a date. Without explaining anything to you, he put you in a car and drove for a few minutes only to park in front of an indoor ice rink, which was obviously closed. But did that stop him from entering and dragging you with him? The answer’s simple.

“Of course it is,” he mutters, tugging you by your sleeve behind him. He lowers his sunglasses, checking words on a plate stuck to metal doors. “I’ve done this a few times already, you have nothing to worry about, sweet cheeks.” After a few seconds he proceeds to pull your hand again, walking in the direction of another door.

“What are we doing?” You whine, your head constantly turning around in dread of getting caught. “Shouldn’t we, dunno, skate instead of walking?” You almost trip off on your shoelace, but Satoru catches you with his infinity without even looking in your direction. “Yeah, yeah, we should, but first we need to find… a key room!” The man exclaims, pointing at the plate with “KEY ROOM. NO ADMISSION FOR UNAUTHORIZED” written in all caps.

You blink a few times after propping yourself upright on the invisible wall. “Very thoughtful of you to listen to the signs,” you comment, when Gojou’s aiming his finger at the door’s lock. “Yeah. I know. Pew-pew!” A bit usage of purple and the lock’s gone. “Wait here, it’s gonna take me a sec. Where are you sweet mama…” Satoru murmurs to himself, and when you observe him, you really think that he looks and acts like a maniac right now. “Bingo!” Loud clunk of the keys being tossed later you two can finally go on the ice.

“Told you it was a great idea,” Gojou says, while putting skates he’s taken from the rental.

“Until somebody nabs us? Yeah, it’s nice,” you mutter while doing small circles on the ice, waiting for your boyfriend to come join you. “What would you do if a guard was inside?” You ask, and Satoru looks at you confused.

“I would one-shot his ass, duuuh- whoaah!” The man almost fell over only after standing up. “How do you keep balance in this shit?” He snarls, keeping his hands on the railing.

“Gimme your hand ‘n I’m gonna show you how- wait. Didn’t you tell me that it’s not the first time doing this?” You gesticulate. “I thought you meant breaking into the ice rink at night.”

“Well, haha, yes but no.” He deadpans, and you furrow your eyebrows, crossing arms. “Explain yourself then.” Your previous fear of getting caught has turned into anger.

“Do we really have to do this right now, baby? Gimme your hands and let’s have fun, yeah? Gimme. Gimme them!” Gojou bends and straightens his fingers, waiting for you to come closer. And you move away by a bit. “Really? Really, Y/N?” he snarks, while clucking with annoyance. “And I thought you loved me.” The inner theatre kid comes out when Satoru does all sorts of dramatic movements with his head (his palms still desperately cling to the railing), at the end sending you a very pitiful glance.

“I’m waitin’.” You reply.

“Tsk. Okay. So I’ve been here one time in the middle of the night, ‘cause I had to get rid of a curse. Happy now?”

A prolonged sigh escapes your pressed lips. “You’re a failure, I swear. A disaster sent to ruin my life.” Despite your words you approach the failure. “Twenty minutes. Maybe thirty if you’re gonna listen to me. I’ll teach you the basics, ‘cause it’ll be easier to do it now, rather than when other people are skating too, and then we’re gonna come back here tomorrow for an actual, non-illegal date, ‘kay?”

Gojou nods, a shameless smirk on his face. Gosh, it’s annoying, the fact that you hate him so much and it doesn’t make you love him any less.

Sukuna; snowball fight

“Oh no…” You murmur to yourself as you stand behind a big tree, your palm on your mouth so as to make sure that your breathing isn’t too loud.

“C’mon, Y/N, you know you can’t hide from me for long! Show yourself and I’ll show you my mercy… if I’ll still be in the mood to do so.”

You are aware of the exact position the man is in, as the snow cracks noisily after every little step that he makes. His movements are careful, yet he tries to find you as fast as possible, being impatient to hit you with the snowball grasped by his right hand.

You two were deep in the forest. It’s cold, tiny snowflakes falling from the sky, covering up your footprints showing the path you’d come on, and blurring the vision. It was supposed to be a nice romantic walk, since the world glistened beautifully in the white fluff, and the warm rays of the sun wade their way through the dense branches of trees. But it quickly escalated into a snowball fight after Sukuna decided to sprinkle your head with the tiny amount of snow. You immediately responded with a white fistful thrown behind his collar. And this silly and careless act started a war.

“Be nice and come out!” The tone of your boyfriend’s voice starts to be very nagging, syllables seem to be unnecessarily dragged out, a hint of impatience hidden at the end of every sentence. “Don’t be stupid. We both are aware of the fact that you may end up dead otherwise.” He might be annoyed by your stubbornness, but it doesn’t change the fact that you can hear the way he smirks to himself, licking his lips concentrated, tiny pupils focusing and searching for any tiniest movement. He’s having fun.

You feel that you are going to regret it, but you do it anyway. Trying to make the littlest movements, you crouch, taking a fistful of snow, and you fuse it tightly, making sure the ball is firmly packed. You are sure that, no matter what you do, Sukuna will take his revenge. Let’s just add a little bit of spice to it.

You say a little prayer in your head, and with all the willpower ever given to you, you jump from behind the tree and throw a snowball as hard as you can. You see it as if in slow motion – the white ball flies in a perfectly straight line, with a bit of rotation, and, what’s the best part of it, it crashes on the back of Sukuna’s head. You want to scream with joy, but, fortunately for you, the realization hits you immediately, as you stay silent. You fucked up.

Covering your mouth with both palms, you watch, as your boyfriend turns around, frenzyness in his eyes, they glisten in it, pupils focused on your silhouette. “Oh, you’re gonna be dead-dead,” he stuffs his cheek with the tongue while snapping his fingers. Your first reaction is to run away; and it’s a smart decision, considering Sukuna’s inhuman sprint right after you.

A few seconds later you are tucked into the cold ground, a white fluff all around you. Good luck bestie with not getting frostbite now.

Yuuta; snow angels

“It all sucks.” You sigh, looking at the clear, blue firmament above you. There’s not a single lazy cloud on the sky soaring with blasts of wind, warm rays of the sun dance across your cold cheeks, creating this funny tingling feeling.

“I don’t think it’s that bad, honey,” your boyfriend murmurs, his voice joyful with only a hint of sadness, and it is clear that Yuuta only tries to cheer you up. He's lying next to you, his body drowning in the sea of snow. A woolen hat covers his ears, cute gloves with a reindeer print envelope his palms and a matching scarf hugs his neck tightly. He looks like a big baby, all wrapped in different types of clothes so as not to catch a cold. “We still can spend some time together!” He smiles widely, while moving his arms and legs, sweeping the snow away, creating an imprint of a snow angel.

“Yeah. On another mission,” you mumble, a disappointed frown on your face.

“After Gojou arrives we’ll finish it almost right away, you’ll see. Then we can still go on our promised date!” He exclaims, sitting up to look at you. His happy expression fades away as he sees that you haven’t even started making your snow angel, and you’re just lying there with a sorrowful face, observing the sky. Your eyes look as if you are about to cry, a lower lip trembling with annoyance. Yuuta isn’t sure if you are more pissed than upset, but he’s sure that he needs to do something about it before Satoru arrives.

“Speaking of Gojou… This piece of shit is late again. After he assigned us to this stupid mission on Christmas Day, he has the audacity to show up late. He could at least tell us where we should go, so we wouldn’t waste time waiting for him to take us there!” Before you have a chance to continue your complaints, Okkotsu stands over you astride, and with his legs straight, he bends the upper half of his body down and grasps your arms. “What are you doing?” You are confused.

“Helping you with your angel!” He starts moving your limbs up and down, creating the cavity in the snow in the shape of wings. “You shouldn’t be sulking like this. You’re much prettier when you smile!” The corners of his mouth rise, as if he wants to show you how to do so. And it works. “See? Already better!”

You quickly finish making the snow angel with a few lazy motions of your legs and get up with the help of Yuuta’s hand. “Thanks, Yuuta.” You say, hugging him tightly. “I think I’m a bit better now.”

“My pleasure, love,” he pats the back of your head, as he brings you closer with his other arm, and kisses your temple.

“I don’t want to interrupt your lovey-dovey moment, but, where’ve you been?” A sudden voice reaches both of your ears, and you can feel that all of your muscles tenses immediately.

“Gojou.” You snarl, clicking your tongue, and moving away from your boyfriend to look at the man. “May I ask, why are you late?”

“I am late?” He tilts his head, and by the movement of his blindfold you can tell that he squints at you. “You are the ones that have never shown up.”

“What.” Both your and Yuuta’s voices ring out in the air.

“You told us to wait in front of the school, so that you and Ijichi would pick us up!” You defend yourselves, stamping the foot, and the snow creaks under it.

“Did I?” The grown up blurts out, tilting his head even more. “Welp, I finished it by myself, so you have the rest of the day free! GTG for your service!”

“That’s surprisingly generous of you, Gojou,” Okkotsu says, scratching his cheek with the pointing finger.

“Oh, yeah, I know right!” He exclaims, putting his hands on the hips. “But don’t worry, you have other missions scheduled for tomorrow morning and evening! A pack of two ‘cause, after all, there’s the two of you! Ahh, I love my students…”

“And you tell us only now about it?” You raise your voice, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Well, yeah! Call it a Christmas gift!” You can swear that he winks under the blindfold, invisible sparkles dancing around his abnormally tall body.

At first you blink blankly, looking at Gojou bewildered, but it doesn’t take you long to unbutton the cuffs of your jacket and roll them up as Yuuta desperately tries to stop you.

“Y/N, please.” He wants to catch your wrist, but the amount of layers of clothes makes him more immobile, so you easily slip away.

“I’m gonna kill him.”

“Y/N, no-“

[moririki]

⤷ CLUELESS

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI X READER -> 1.5K despite your best efforts to confess your feelings to the infamous stone wall, he never quite seems to understand

REQUEST -> n/a CONTAINS -> ushijima being fucking clueless lmaooo, reader stumbling around being awkward, tendo being a jackass in the best way, obvious pining MORI'S THOUGHTS -> this imagine is based off of monthly girls' nozaki-kun, which is a pretty good (and short!) anime i watched on netflix hehe. the dynamic just reminded me of ushi for some reason so this became a thing

WHEN YOU FOUND YOURSELF FALLING HEAD OVER HEELS FOR THE CAPTAIN OF A VOLLEYBALL TEAM, YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. the two of you had nothing in common. the most you saw of him in a day was the brief glimpse of him before he headed into class. despite the fact that you could count the number of interactions that you've had with him on one hand, you were quick to develop feelings for the guy.

maybe you just had a type. he was tall, handsome, and quiet, but you were surprised that not many of the girls in your class gossiped about him. from what you knew about him, he mostly kept to himself or the volleyball team, with a very focused mindset accompanying him on and off of the court. the more that you knew about him only deepened your crush, to the point where it was getting unbearable to just admire him from afar.

while you felt like you knew the outcome before it started, you still decided to try your luck. today was the day of your confession.

"um, ushijima?" you tapped him on the shoulder hesitantly, stood next to his desk. he turned to you, face stoic as always. now or never. don't give away the fact that you're sweating bullets, you reminded yourself. your hands were balled into tight fists, nails digging into your palms as you felt your mouth open and close a few times with no sound coming out. fuck.

ushijima's face was blank, offering neither support nor disdain. well, the lack of outright disgust was always a good sign.

"i just wanted to say that i, uh.." you trailed off, resolve crumbling underneath the powerful gaze of ushijima. what were you thinking? you couldn't tell him how you felt, but you couldn't just slowly destroy yourself keeping it from him. might as well get it over and done with. "i want to be around you!" you ended up blurting out. and once the dam broke, more and more words started to spill past your lips.

"i've always admired you and how dedicated you are to volleyball, and i want to be around you more- and it's because i-" you finally hesitared at that, feeling your face flame up when confronted with the three little words which would change everything. but ushijima must have assumed that you had finished talking because your chance to confess had disappeared.

"i'm glad that you feel that way, y/n." ushijima's facial expression was still stern, but you perked up at his words nonetheless.

"you do?" you sounded breathless, eyes wide after you had just exposed exactly how you felt to your long-standing crush. ushijima nodded encouragingly, and you could feel a ringing in your ears as you begaj to think that you were dreaming. this was simply too good to be true, and you felt so lightheaded that you could float away with the lightest gust of wind.

"to confirm your position as manager you're going to have to fill out a form, but you can join practice tomorrow." you blinked, feeling yourself crash back down to earth when ushijima continued to speak.

"wait, what?" ushijima then looked at you in confusion.

"did you not just ask me to be a manager?" you hesitated, struggling internaly as to whether you should confess, again. but your cowardice won, and you sighed, nodding.

"i'll see you tomorrow."

the plasticky squeak of trainers hitting gymnasium floor welcomed you, and you steeled your nerves before stepping through the doors and being welcomed by the bright lights. you squinted as the glare hit you, hands holding onto your arms in an attempt to pull yourself together.

the sound of a volleyball being spiked into the floor harshly grasped your attention, and you watched in awe as the shiratorizawa volleyball team began to warm up. ushijima had just delivered that terrifyingly fast spike, and you felt a blush rise to your face as you saw how concentrated he was. cute.

"oh, hello!" a singsong voice and accompanying face invaded your senses, and you squeaked in surprise, taking an involuntary step back. the red-headed boy grinned at you, his frame towering over yours. "are you the new manager?" you nodded once, eyes darting past him to look at ushijima again. the ace still had his attention trained onto the court, despite the racket his teammate was causing. you sighed when you realised that your crush hadn't noticed you come in, and your action caused the redhead in front of you to narrow his eyes shrewdly.

"tendo, get back to practice!" a second voice called from the court. another guy with grey hair was stood there with his hands on his hips, staring at the male in front of you expectantly.

"coming, semi-semi!" tendo sang, offering you a cheery wave before running back. you were glad that there was at least one friendly face in the gym, though you had to fend for yourself now.

considering the fact that you had minimal support and nobody else to show you the ropes, you had actually picked up rather quickly on how to be a semi-decent manager. you fell into a rhythm over the next few weeks, filling up water bottles and preparing towels for the sweaty players. at least your failed confession had led to you taking part in a club that would look very good on your college applications.

another positive from this whole experience was the fact that you had gained two new friends, who went by the names tendo and semi. it was almost embarrassing at how quickly they figured out your crush for their team captain- semi tried to flirt with you, and tendo cackled as you stuttered out a rejection for his advances. next thing you know, one instinctive glance in ushijima's direction had tendo unraveling the entire mystery as to why you had signed up for a position as manager.

of course, the two assholes found the whole situation hilarious at your expense. however, you couldn't find yourself holding a grudge against the boys when they offered to act as your official wingmen. as for the very reason why you had joined the team, things were going about as well as you could expect. while he made no indication of going out of his way to talk to you, ushijima would gladly return any conversation that you struck up when handing him his water bottle or towel. he'd then return to practice promptly, help to lock up the gym, and then leave with not much in terms of a second glance. it was unsurprising behaviour, but still disheartening to say the least.

that's how you found yourself ranting to tendo during the team's five-minute break, with the boy watching your frustrated face in amusement.

“i just- i can’t believe that i talked myself into being a manager! all because of a crush! a crush that doesn’t even realise that i like him!” you placed down the towel that you just folded in frustration, and tendo couldn’t stop a giggle escaping his lips.

“look, that’s just how he is.” the redhead attempted to console you, giving you a pat on the arm. “he’s difficult to read, and he never talks about his emotions. besides, i don’t think he’s ever had a crush before.”

you sighed, nodding in defeat.

“yeah, yeah. i get it.” tendo’s focus drifted from your face to behind you, and he was quick to sling an arm around your shoulder.

“speaking of the guy...” he muttered to you under his breath. you turned to see the captain approaching, his brow slightly knitted. you smiled as best as you could, offering him a water bottle.

“bye, sweetie,” tendo cooed at you, shooting you a painfully obvious wink that had you blushing and looking down at your shoes. now it was just you and ushijima, the latter being as silent as ever. you coughed once, peeking up at his face.

“you spiked well today.” ushijima nodded once, a small smile spreading across his face. the motion had your heart swelling.

“thank you. you’re a very good manager.” you laughed, mostly to hide your blush and just at how ironic this entire situation was.

“thank you.” you smiled up at the man, and that was the end of your interaction. you watched his back as he returned back to the court, going so much further away from you. tendo shot you two thumbs up and received a slap on the back of the head from semi, and that made you giggle.

hell, even if you got here under circumstances that weren’t in your favour, you wouldn’t trade it for the world. something about getting to watch ushijima perform in his element every day was enough to keep your crush going, reciprocated or not. besides, who knew how the guy really felt after all?

your daydreaming had you staring off into space as the coach blew a whistle to mark the return to practice, and a pair of olive eyes tore themselves away from you to focus back on the court.

you had been paying attention to his spikes, after all.

back to the counter - ,, 💐 ·˚ ༘ ꒱

[bluewormonastring]

My (last) live reaction to season 2 (episode 8)

SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY KIDS READ AT UR OWN RISK

Y’all I am not excited about this one with where we left of and my sister telling me I’m gonna be crushed it’s not looking good

I’m actually incredibly scared right now

This is wild

Awwww he’s fishin

AH THE ED VOICEOVER

This is so angsty and I love it

It’s abt to cut to some shenanigans no way is this fr

He’s in his sad girl era

Ew praying ha no thanks

AWWWW POP POP BE NICE TO ED

NO STOP HES TRYING HIS HARDEST

BE NICE

Ah u buttholes

It’s giving the baby stede tied to a boat scene

“You guys are dicks” phahhahaha

Aww the smaller little mini nose jar

JACKIE PUNCH HIS ASS WHATS GOING ON

I’m so fucking mad Auntie is dead I love her

Oh stede ur so you

AWW NO HES WORRIED ABOUT STEDE HE THINKS HE WAS ON THE BOATS WHEN THEY BLEW UP

Ed no murdering that’s not good for ur mental health smh

NO STOP DONT HAVE ED THINK ALL HES GOOD AT IS KILLING

CAN THIS DUDE NOT STAY SANE FOR LONGER THAN A FUCKING EPISODE JESUS CHRIST

Did Ed really just drag on wet leather under water there’s no way that went well he was definitely under there for like a few minutes struggling to put that shit on

Archie Fang get away from the front that’s how you get killed

IZZY

AH

IZZY UR SO PERFECT AND IM SO WORRIED ABOUT YOU PLEASE SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH

“And you’re… Pinocchio?”

IZZY NO DO NOT GO TO A SECONDARY LOCATION THATS HOW YOU DIE

Awww Izzy looks sad

This monologue is going to be the death of me awww Izzy ur growing so much I’m so proud of you

AH SOMEONE FOUND ONE OF HIS BOTTLE MESSAGES

OH MY GOD YES EDDDDDD

I’m hoping he’s now gonna take off all the Blackbeard shit and go back to being Ed and then somethings gonna happen and he’s gonna put them back on and he’s gonna keep flip flopping

“YOU WROTE ME A LOVELY LETTER” lmaooo

OH MY GOD STEDE IS ON A BEACH TOO THIS IS WHEN THEY RUN TOWARDS EACH OTHER OMG

AHH AND THERE ARE THE BRITISH

Lmaoooo watching everyone trying to run on sand is hilarious

LOOK AT THEM RUNNING TOWARDS EACH OTHER

OH MY GOD THEYRE KISSING AHH

Awwwww babiess

If one of them gets stabbed while they’re kissing I’m gonna kill myself

Zheng almost dying while they’re kissing is so funny

OH MY GOD AUNTIE ISNT DEAD

YAAAAAAAY

YESSS AUNTIEEEE

I LOVE YOUUUU

Awww look at the 3 besties just chillin having a good time surrounded by bodies

“You did very well babe” AWWWWW

I feel very lured into a false sense of safety here

Yeah tell his ass izzyyyyyyy

BUT LIKE DONT GET YOURSELF KILLED PLEASE IZZY I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH “and you are a rancid syphilitic cunt” AHH YESS

YES JACKIE YOU POISONED THEM ALLLLL

Totally fuckin called that that was poison fuck yeah

AWWWW AUNTIE AND ZHENG STOP IM CRYING

Aww look at all my ragamuffins

“It’s only suicide if we die” so true

GUYS IM ON THE LAST 10 MINUTES OF THE FINALE EPISODE IS OFMD ABOUT TO PULL A GOOD OMENS AND BREAK MY HEART

I’m incredibly fucking scared right now

FUCK OFF I KNEW YOU WERE GONNA DO THAT

I KNEW YOU WERE GONNA KILL MY SON

HOW FUCKING DARE YOU

IM GENUINELY MAD LIKE I DONT GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR FUCKING PLOT I LOVE IZZY

Yeah whatever

I honestly can’t be fucked to watch this right now

I don’t give a shit about this

Fuck off I don’t care

Im so fucking pissed off they’re doing this I’m not even sad

Fuck you dude

Yeah this show is ruined for me now I just genuinely don’t want to watch any more of it

I honestly just don’t give a shit about finishing this episode

Yeah yeah they’re getting married who the fuck cares

Whatever I’m done with this shit yeah they own an inn okay sure whatever who the fuck cares cause I personally don’t give half a shit

Yeah alright shows over now bye I’m pissed off that’s genuinely ruined this show for me okay bye or whatever I guess

My live reactions to season 2 (episode 1)

SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY KIDS READ AT UR OWN RISK

Holy shit I’m so excited

Oh my god

Oh my god

Oauxbwkxjwhz

LOVE THE BLACK SCREEN W A SHARP CUT TO THE BEACH 10/10

OMG WE GET THE STEDE AND IZZY BEACH SWORD NOW? SO SOON? YOU SPOIL ME OFMD

Omg he’s been stabbed this is for sure a dream sequence

STEDE THATS MURDER EVEN IF ITS JUST IN YOUR HEAD

“You absolute twa….” BEST DYING WORDS EVER ILY IZZY ALWAYS AND FOREVER

THE SLOW RUN TOWARDS EACH OTHER OMG

AND STEDES FACE AND HIS VOICE AND AWW BABY

AWWW THE WAY THEY CRASHED INTO EACH OTHER

“BABE” HA FOWIHXBWNA I WAS NOT PREPARED

“I KNEW YOUD FIND ME LOVE”

“Fuckin love the beard mate”

Oh we’ve started farting lovely

OH MY GOD I WASNT PREPARED FOR HOW ID FEEL WHEN IT CUT TO HIM WITH EVERYONE AWW MY BABIES IVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH

“Cant be worse than you moaning ‘Ed oh ed’ all night” ILY PETE

Iconic title screen as always

“DEAR ED” AHHHH

SPANISH JACKIE ILY

Instantly taking an interest in the Swede as we knew would happen but still iconic

Ugh I love Leslie jones did I mention I love Leslie jones

Nat looks so scared aww baby

I love wee John being security

And host stede aww baby

I live for black Pete dealing with working in customer service

And all of them tbh

Aww poor buttons he needs his ocean and Livy

I’m ngl for a second I was like “where’s Fred armisen- oh wait”

ITS THE I THINK OF YOU OFTEN LINE YESS

HELLO YES I ADORE IZZY HANDS HE CAN DO NO WRONG IDC WHAT YOU SAY IVE MISSED MY BABY BOY

Ahh the wedding

“Demon? *shakes head* I’m the fucking devil” AHH

Guys were only 6 minutes in and this post is already long as shit so buckle up (if ur actually reading it lmao my ass would be like nope too long”

THERES MY VICO HELLO VICO ILY AND MY JOEL FRY ILY BABIES

Ah yes ye olde put trauma in a box in lock it

Awww fang baby boy someone give him a hug find him Lucius

Omg it’s the “you dumped him” scene

“Did everyone get some cake” because he’s still our precious little angle

HE JUST SNORTED RHINO HORN IS THAT A THING WAS THAT A THING IN HISTORY HUH

NO ITS THIS SCENE I DONT WANNA WATCH MY BABY BE SAD

Yes hello I love Izzy hands I would protect him with my life little baby boy

Vico looks so done w his ass

Someone give my baby a hug

Ily fang

The tears in his eyes during “unhand me” aww Angel

AWW IZZY

CONNOTHAN O NONNATHAN WE LOVE YOU YOU PRECIOUS LITTLE BOY UR ABSOLUTE PERFECTION YOU ANGEL

I love the friendship Jim and that girl have

Oh shit Jackie

“BOO CAKES” JACKIE

Stede honey you’re not intimidating

“I know that guy we had breakfast together” “you’ll be having a lot of breakfastes together” “oh okay 🙂” ily Swede

HIM DOING AN ED IMPRESSION LMAO “could be. Could be mate.”

“You’re my hero” 😞😕🙂😏

Swede bein a cute lil double agent

AWW SWEDE “my time with Jackie has been the happiest of my life. Her love has helped me locate parts of myself I didn’t even know existed and reclaim others that I have long missed” ILY

“Tonight is my turn to perform the husbandly duties”

“That’s another toe” ED YOU STAY AWAY FROM HIM LEAVE MY BABY ALONE

“Who am I to you” aww Izzy Angel baby he’s accepting it OMG “I have love for you Edward” IZZY YOURE SAYING IT OUT LOUD IM SO PROUD OF YOU BUD

IZZY YOU DID NOT JUST SAY TALK IT THROUGH YOU HAD TO HAVE KNOWN THAT WAS A HORRIBLE IDEA

OMG AND THE SHIFT IN THE MUSIC AS SOON AS HE SAID IT

IZZY RUN

RUN MY BABY BOY RUN

“As a crew” OH EDDDDD

ED DONT POINT A GUN AT JIM

OR ANYONE ELSE

THAT INCLUDES YOURSELF EDWARD TEACH BORN ON A BEACH

“They think ya crazy” cackling his face omg

Go taika absolutely slaying this scene

The way the camera is all like jittery is so good

Jim’s like “beard” makes their chin look like… not caved in but idk like it looks like they have a rly bad overbite yk

“Everyone knows why” “I don’t. Enlighten me” “your feelings for stede fucking bon-“ *GUNSHOT* ARE U SHITTING ME EDWARD NO WE DO BOT SHOOT FRIENDS

OH MY GOD HE MADE FRENCHIE FIRST MATE HOLY SHIT

Oh my god Izzy my poor baby Izzy oh my god how dare you hurt my Izzy

LMAO SWEDE

“FUCK THOSE HAMMIES UP” LMAO

There’s like no way there’s actually anything valuable in that chest

WE GOT TO SEE HER TAKE A NOSE FOR THE NOSE JAR YESSS

OH SHIT INDIGO

“Now give me back my blue shit STEVE”

Susan’s hot

DONT HURT SWEDE

Oh good okay we’re cool

I feel like she’s lying tho

But for now we’re cool

AWW FANG

AWW JIM COMFORTING FANG

“WANNA HEAR THE STORY OF THE WOODEN BOY” AWW

Living for vico using they them for the puppet

“DO THE VOICE” AWW

OMG VICO THATS ICONIC

AWW YAY THEYRE LAUGHING NOW THOSE ARE MY BABIES YAY

Living for buttons reuniting with the ocean

Okay roll credits cheers yall see you next episode

[crowning-art]

TGCF SPOILERS HAHAHAHA :(

So.

Yesterday was a day.

What happened post reading;

Shut my laptop, and started scrolling through tumblr. Its been 30 mins but I haven't liked or reblogged anything. I'm just scrolling and scrolling and my mind is absolutely blank. Nothing is registering. (Denial)

After I while I turn off my phone too and just sat.

My sister asks me if I'm ok. I respond, "Ya, of course, why wouldn't I be?" She gives me a look, "You're crying."

I'm obviously shocked cuz I didn't even register I was crying and I'm like NO lol I'm not crying What are you talking about?? (Anger) Except now I'm full on crying (depression) but it was so weird cuz my eyes were crying but I was laughing SO HARD, like I couldn't stop laughing, and I'm like wtff??? THERE IS LITERALLY NOTHING FUNNY???? and so to distract myself, I searched up why in the absolute hell was I laughing so hard when my heart was literally squeezing in pain cuz like THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED TO ME BEFORE?? (Bargaining)

Anyways, I found smt interesting; an article that discussed a study done on opposing emotions, why people say "Aww it's so cute, I want to squeeze it sooo hard', or start laughing when they are nervous, or laugh while crying, and it was really cool what they said;

"If you get into a very high or very low emotion that you're almost to the point of being overwhelmed, you become incapacitated so you can't function well,” Aragón tells me. “Emotional homeostasis is important for people so they can be in control of their cognitive, social, and psychological functions."

In other words, people may laugh when they’re nervous in order to moderate their nervous feelings; likewise, people may cry when they’re happy to recover from distracting giddiness."

Def an eye opener for me cuz I'm just not a crying type of person and I was literally so confused lol But I didn't know this was thing til yesterday so I was likke ohh I should share this!

Anyways, I'm going to be make this post reflect EXACTLY how I felt yesterday lmaooo (acceptance)

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You know that feeling of dread? That looming, heavy weight that you feel on your shoulders as you watch and you watch and you know what's going to happen and as each scene unfolds, it starts making sense and that dread turns into down right horror and all you can do is helplessly watch....

Am I talking about me or Hua Cheng???? Perhaps both :(

I think that anxiousness had started building up when Mu Qing left and I felt so angry but it's like how can you blame him? But the absolute respect I got for this funky lil dude when he comes back with bags of rice and money and I'm I LOVE YOUUU SO MUCHHH YOU DON'T DESERVE THIS AHHH I LOVE YOUUUU

(You too, Feng Xin efbfjefjn I literally want to shrink them and put them in my pocket and protect them from the evil, mean, scary world)

ok...now for the actual stuff......

What absolutely fascinates me is that I have come across so many villains from innumerable books, shows, and movies and I have seen stupid villains, pitiable villains, and down-right psycho ones too, but something about White No-Face hits different.

This is a villain that is truly terrifying. A villian that truly understands what it means to destroy someone. And no, it's not about killing their loved ones, it's not about physical torture, it's about breaking the person inside out. It's about ripping their soul out and gently putting it back, only for them to rip it out with even more viciousness. It's about taking away the one thing that keeps anyone alive...hope. I'm reminded of an arabic proverb that I heard once and really stuck with me;

What is worse than death is that which makes you wish for death.

I think every painful moment in TGCF just embodies this quote so well; when Xianle falls, when Windmaster is confronted with the truth, and now the temple scene and it literally hurts so much to read it and it's so lovely and beautiful how MXTX writes scenes that make you FEEL exactly what the people you are reading about feel.

Like yes Xie Lian was screaming 'It hurts' but I can guarantee that EVERY reader also felt the same as they read that part.

And what makes White No Face terrifying is that he KNOWS his subject, knows him so well, that he first takes away what's beloved to him, which is his kingdom, then his godhood, then his friends, and the final straw? His parents. He breaks him and breaks til there is nothing left to break and then rebuolds it just enough to break it again. He takes away his sanity so agonizingly slowly and you just want to scream as you just watch the descent into hell occur...

Could it be that Feng Xin couldn’t see the mask on his face in the mirror at all?!

Xie Lian blurted, “You don’t see it? There’s something on my face!”

Feng Xin was puzzled. “What thing? What exactly do you mean? I don’t see anything?” Xie Lian looked at the mirror again. “That’s impossible! I…”

However, when he looked again this time, the mask on his face in the mirror had disappeared, and what reflected was that panicking face of his.

And what's crazy is that yes, White NO Face wears the mask of half laughing, half crying, but Xie Lian EMBODIES that. He is always in a state of laughing and crying simultaneously. And it just shows how broken he is.

But you know what's insane???? Xie Lian has never ONCE felt like this with Hua Cheng! It's like somehow, he is suddenly in control of his emotions and feels true sadness, true happiness and not this broken confused mixture of laughing and crying, yknow?

And the comfort he gives him? Xie Lian actually felt comforted by this monster, completely. He actually felt calm and I'm like how incredibly sick and terrifying of a person to destroy someone and then provide them with such a comfort that feels real only to shatter it the next second.

And God, oh God! My heart was dying watching a small, inanimate ball of fire express SO much fear and sadness and agony.

From deep in Xie Lian’s throat there came waves of suppressed sobs, shaking harder and harder. That ball of ghost fire flew to his heart, looking as if it wanted to warm him, but it wasn’t confident that it could help chase away the cold, so it didn’t press close

and this part

A ball of ghost fire flew to his side and moved up and down, like it was nodding in agreement. However, wicked wisps like it were all around, so Xie Lian didn’t notice this particular one.

And my god, the absolute twisted mind of White No Face, like 'YEs Your Highness, YOU said it yourself "I want to save the common people!" So here! Save them!" And it's so goddamn twisted and sick and ridiculous but like how do you argue with that when you YOURSELF proclaimed that proudly?

Watching the struggle unfold, White No-Face mocked, “The common people are here, waiting for you to save them. Please, go ahead.”

And what's worse? Xie Lian is watching people destory his temples, spit on his statues, and here, in one of the last remaining temples of the crown prince, he is on top of an alter, and he is being looked up to and you can HEAR the mocking tone of White No Face like you want to be worshipped? Here, have all these people bow to you! And he is getting that, and it's so sick and horrific;

As they tried to atone for their actions wearing ashen expressions, they bowed many times in front of Xie Lian before returning to the crowd with their child. With thick layers of blood clogging up his throat, Xie Lian was about to throw up until he heard White No-Face snicker beside him.

And just when you think that it couldn't get worse, I could feel the ear-piercing scream that Hua Cheng lets out and I think that was truly the moment when my heart completely shattered.

He couldn’t hear his own heartbreaking scream, but instead, he heard the sound of another heart-wrenching wail, and it seemed as if it came from that ring of flames. Although it didn’t come from him, the pain that he could hear was the same as his, as if he was the one that had made that sound.

This was the birth of a malicious creature, the signs of a Savage ghost taking form!

and I think this scene just shook me most to the core because it put EVERYTHING into perspective, the fear of rejection that Hua Cheng has, the overprotective nature, the way he doesn't spare a glance towards Fengqing, it all makes sense because he has been through HELL and watched beloved go through worse than hell.

He died that day with Xie Lian despite going through a rebirth.

And the literal shivers of rewatching the donghua scene, when he first meets Xie Lian where he is dressed as a bride and his hand reaches out confidently, hesitantly and it's the first time in a long time he is able to be face to face with him and he's looking at him and he's just thinking that from now on, you will never know what pain is. I will never let that happen. and you BELIEVE him and Xie Lian BELIEVED him even though he doesn't believe in anyone anymore...not even himself.

Like all the cute scenes? the gambler's den, the confession, the way Hua Cheng lay beside Xie Lian he reaches out to him but sees the shackles and hesitates, the way they both set up Puqi shrine,

just everything

everything

everything

it's so much.

You just can't see them in the same way anymore. Like I really looked at it from surface level, but there was so much behind every action; every atomic shift in their movements towards one another is accompanied by colossal weight and suffering of the past.

Oh boi, this scene too, like no words. It felt like the world stood still in this moment...

Some kind of power forced him to his feet and he stumbled out to look. He walked for a long time before he finally realized those were the sounds of celebrating the newly-built Imperial Palace, after Yong'an was established as a new kingdom and the royal capital was moved. Even the heavens were celebrating! All the once-citizens of Xianle were now cheering for Yong'an. On the main street, everyone’s faces bore such bright smiles; so familiar. Xie Lian remembered. This was also how the people at the Xianle imperial capital cheered during the Shangyuan Heavenly Ceremonial Procession.

and right by his feet lay the corpses of the King and Queen of Xianle...his parents....his dearest.

Boi deserves to go a little ape-shit but also, isn't that giving in to what White No Face wanted?

The expression on his face was like crying but laughing, like joy and sadness mixed together, and he slowly rose to his feet alongside the wall.

And he KNOWS what he's doing? He wanted Xie Lian on his side? He got him! He goddamn this absolute MONSTER UGHHHHH HE GOT HIM!! WHAT MORE DOES HE FREAKING WNT AAAAHHHHH

But I must say, I can't hate White No Face, because from a literary standpoint, he is such a wonderfully written villain. One of my all time faves just because of how well he was written. Again, just the whole book is so perfect and well-executed beyond a shadow of a doubt.

So ya!

It was ALOT to take in and I just had to let it all out.

[shai-manahan]

Ooohhhh angst! Maybe "you can't save everyone" or "their blood is on your hands" for Owen?

I combined them lmaooo sorry :’)

"you can't save everyone" and "their blood is on your hands" for Owen, incoming.

"I'm sorry."

That's the first thing he says to you, after minutes of sitting on the bench in silence, eyes fixed on the ground as he rubs his hands. There's not much air tonight, cloudless as the sky is, but the words send a chill through your spine and your lips begin to quiver at what he implies.

Has he betrayed you?

"I'm so sorry," he repeats, his voice breaking at the effort.

"Owen." You hold his hand, entwining your fingers with his as desperation clings to your chest. He doesn't pull away, but he doesn't reciprocate, either. It's just lying there, almost lifeless. "Hey, let's… let's go somewhere else, maybe? We— We could get something to eat first, we could—"

"We can't." Tears freely stream down his cheeks then, and he takes a deep breath as he closes his eyes. "We can't do this anymore."

Time stills for a moment, and you find yourself unable to reply. He hasn’t betrayed you, no, but what is transpiring may be much, much worse. He’s going to leave you. He's going to leave you and you will be all alone once more. Why did you ever hope for anything else? Why did you ever think it can all work out? Any of it?

"Why?"

One question. 

It takes all your effort to ask that one question, and somehow, you don't want to hear the answer.

"You killed them. You set off that bomb even though I told you—"

"I had to," you interrupt, the words coming out as a harsh whisper.

"Y-You had to? Do you hear yourself? Those people were innocent!"

"And I'm not happy about it." You run a hand down your face, and hesitation clogs up your throat for a second. "But they were gonna die anyway."

"Their blood is on your hands," he says, chewing on his lower lip. "I knew them, you know? I— I knew some of them. I treated them."

"There was no other choice,” you tell him, just as you kept telling yourself.

"Because you wanted to get your revenge. You killed them for nothing." He sighs shakily. "Was it... Was it even worth it?"

You cup his chin, gently turning him towards you. "Nothing's worth losing you, but I swear, I didn't want to do it. So please. Please don't do this."

Owen's eyes bore into yours, but you no longer recognize the emotions lying beneath them. It's not his curious gaze, searching for the answers you've so deeply hidden. It's not his affectionate look, either, the one that had made you smile for more than a few nights. The one in your memories. Making you laugh. Making you feel like you're the safest person in the world.

Making you believe.

His eyes are so blank, devoid of everything you've adored about the man.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be there, when all of this started. I'm sorry I didn't get to protect you." His voice is soft as he caresses your cheek with his fingers, and you realize then that you're crying, too. "That's why you're doing this, right? Because of what happened?"

You shake your head, brows furrowed. "You can't save everyone."

"I know." 

Pressing his head against yours, he continues. 

"I know that, but it’s you I wanted to save. I wanted to be there when you were hurting, I wanted it... so bad. And I tried. I— I gave it my best, you know? And I promised I’d never leave you alone." He gasps for air. "But now, I just can't live with myself like this anymore. I can't keep looking at you, killing— killing all these people."

"Don’t." You grab the fingers touching your face, whispering. Pleading. "Don't leave me. Not you."

Owen smiles, slowly letting you go, reaching instead to kiss your forehead, before he stands to give you his parting words. "I hope that one day you'll be happy. Even if I'm not there to see it. I... I truly want you to be happy."

They're fading away. The trails of the memories you've made with him, both good and bad—you can feel them fading away with every step he takes away from your sight. One step. Two. Three. You stare at his back, hoping that somehow, he would change his mind. That he’d look over his shoulder and think, realize, that he can’t let you go. 

He doesn’t.

The air is still. The night is quiet.

And you’re alone.

[kurimiaki]

For the starter prompts... 25 with scaramouche? I just have to say i discovered your blog like two days ago and I'm binge reading everything you wrote!!! I literally forced myself to study by telling myself I'll read another piece once I'm done lmaooo. Anyways have a good day!

sixth of the eleven fatui harbingers; scaramouche

prompt: “be good for me this time. i don’t want to see you cry again.” via yandere-daydreams

cw: yandere, dark content, gore, bodily harm, abuse.

his fingers, so pale they near sickly in their appearance, caress your right knee, barren and remarkably unscathed in contrast to the disfigured horror he’s made of your left leg. slices to your flesh go untreated and infected, revolting puss and caked on blood lingering in the cuts serving for a sight so vile you can barely force yourself to look at the violence scaramouche has inflicted upon you.

the pain of your ankle, your swollen knee, bruising and no doubt shattered, causes your entire body to shake and convulse from the sheer intensity of it all, the hours it has gone without medical treatment just making your suffering increase tenfold.

this unruly cot he had so nonchalantly cast you down upon was yellowing and damp from your sweat and tears, a vile mix with the smell of mildew and something sour coming from it. regardless, you had writhed on the disgusting thing for the hours in which he had left you, abandoned and writhing, begging for mercy, for relief. you cried, you still cry, for yourself just as much as you wail for the forgiveness and mercy he so cruelly starves you of.

the room around you is dark, save from the moonlight breaking through the iron clad windows, emissive white light illuminating the dust fluttering about the stale basement, the calm features of the man before you. cobalt blue eyes lined brazenly by striking red pigment take in your shaking form with little regard for your rotting wound, uncaring of the way you flinch away from his uncharacteristically loving caresses.

“i think you’ve had enough time to reflect upon your wrongdoings, no?”

he finally breaks this oppressive silence, leaning down to your body, slumped and shivering, to maneuver your head into his lap. you don’t dare look up, merely keeping your lips tightly shut as to not cry out from the way the gashes in your leg graze upon the cot.

that ridiculous hat of his shadows over you as a delicate hand reaches up to stroke your hair, his other creeping down your exposed forearm to then rest upon your waist. such affections are foreign to you, and if anything, is merely rubbing salt into your long opened wound.

“...really, i would have been a tad more lenient had you properly apologized when it was due.”

he hums, breaking out into a long sigh one might think would come from a parent chastising a child. he was always like this, patronizing, never for a moment allowing you to believe yourself as a higher being.

unbeknownst to you, a small smile graces his sharp features so softly, that at a glance one may mistake it for something loving.

perhaps it is, if not merely for the way he can make you succumb to such a state of afflicton, of submission, all at the whim of a few broken bones, a few cuts to soft skin.

“you can spare me even a small sorry in this state, can’t you? come, look at me.”

now cradling your torso to his chest, in by no means anything but possessiveness, you’ve no choice but to face yourself to him, quivering lips and teary eyes on full display to the man responsible for them in the first place.

lips widening into a cheshire like smile, scaramouche lets out a small chuckle when you entirely freeze up in his lithe arms, frigid and staring into his deep set eyes like a little deer.

too adorable...

leaning to press a chaste kiss to your forehead, sweaty and marred by dry blood, the hand he kept resting on your waist moves to ghost over swollen skin and oozing wounds.

his thumb threatens to dip into the open gash, deep enough it could reach bone.

“be good for me this time. i don’t want to see you cry again.”

[usertoxicyaoi]

Hey Faiza, what were your thoughts about the Enchanté finale? For most of the episode, my heart was hurting and I cried a few times, but omg, there were so many beautiful and touching moments. The way I sobbed when I finished the episode because despite all they went through, Akk and Theo came out stronger in the end. Goes to show that when two people are made for each other, nothing can stop them from going back to each other (omg I started tearing up while typing this WHATS WRONG WITH ME) UGHHHH the way I don’t think I’ve ever felt this much fondness over a show — I’m gonna miss it and them so much!

hiiii anon!!!

see. i livewatched the finale and then i gave it a few hours and then i watched it again. and ive realised that livewatching ..... is a very emotionally heightening experience (my emotions were BOUNCING off the walls i was all over the place) and that after i gave it a few hours and rewatched it at my own pace, it just felt .... a little less intense and i understood it a lot more.

i already Knew we'd get theo going back to france and a timelapse. i'd called that even before the finale aired, so i was 100000% ready and expecting that.

the scene that HIT me was theo looking out of the car window and akk standing there and that paralleling back to their childhood. i DID NOT need that, lmaooo. i was just as much of a wreck when i rewatched the finale as to how much i was when i livewatched it.

another scene i LOVED that huuuuurt was akk on the stairs tryna blink away his tears whilst just a wall away from him theo was in his room doing the same too. i think that just. really. epitomised them in a nutshell. how they're both so hungry and so in love with one another and thats their selfish desire bc they would rather be together anywhere in the world but they both will be just as selfless about that same love too.

and. god. theo ACKNOWLEDGING how he was scared to tell akk the reason why he went back to france. bc he didnt want akk to wait on him again, despite knowing akk will. i always say how akk knows theo so so well, but theo? knows akk just as well too. and i think theo realised just how much emotional baggage he really carries and how emotionally damaged and scarred he really is in that scene and how itd be so selfish of him to ask akk for anymore. and that was his moment of growth!!! i think people dont realise that when you're an only child and your entire home just ..... breaks down .... (and theo even said that his house was gonna get sold too) ... the psychological impact that has. apart from akk, he has NOTHING else left in thailand anymore. not even his house he was born in made of bricks and cement, in the physical sense.

would that make akk feel guilty? would that play on akk's mind? that the only reason theo is here is bc of me?? of course it would. and thats where im comes in.

as a Big Asian Sister myself, i GOT where she came from. she used reverse psychology, something that i do with my little siblings alllll the time to try and get them to do and think the opposite of what they are doing or thinking. if my sister has an exam tomorrow and she isnt studying, instead of telling her to go and study, i just tell her "yeah you keep playing genshin impact and then wonder why you failed your exam tomorrow". its. i GOT it when she was tryna tell akk that maybe its about how its time now that you need to take that step to overcome your fears for yourself. you Know you want theo, so go and get him and make a better life for yourself. if theo has been selfish (in the sense of his desires in he just wanting akk) and akk has been selfless (in the sense that he's always made sure that theo was happy) throughout the entire show, then it was so nice to see theo being selfless (by not making akk wait anymore or dragging him into this will he/when will he come back??) and akk being selfish (doing what he had to bc he wanted theo and taking those steps and measures to realise he wasnt confident in who he was before but he is a little more bc of his hard work to get to where he is now). the subtle nod we got into them self-introspecting and self-developing was so nice!! given the show was only 10 eps!!! so i cant even imagine if it did have 12 eps as per usual, we would have seen a little more too! but even then, i'm satisfied, bc i can do a bit of brain work and realise what they were implying.

and to just. KNOW. that they're together! and they can go back to thailand whenever for however long and then go back to france whenever for however long or go anywhere!!! whenever!! for however long!!! and through all of space and time its only ever been them two for each other!!! there's just so so so much love there. soooooo much love. and even time after when they kiss its still the same. its still desperate and they hold each other so ... close, still so desperately and when they hug its so warm and comforting and tight and searing, just like how they cuddled in theo's bed.

and they're 2 grown adults now that are working towards their own dreams so diligently for themselves at the same time too! how realistic! i'm so pleased we got to see the emphasis on that!!

and they're engaged!!!!!!! of course they are!!!! of course they plan to spend the rest of their lives together!! and i know some people said that akktheo havent communicated enough for them to be agreeing to marriage just yet. but its not like theyre gonna get married the next day. i think they just. they Know. that if they were to marry, its that they both will, to each other, someday, and that the proposal was the last act of devotion to one another for us to see. theyre gonna spend time, PROPER LENGTHY time, as boyfriends and fiances, and someday when the time feels right, they'll go from best friends > boyfriends > fiances > husbands, and commit.

and so i feel like. even though their story is complete, it just feels like. yeah. we're a special episode away from it being fully finished. and who knows, man. maybe we will get it someday.

but yeah. i just. i'm biased. i love them. i love forcebook. what can i do? i'm force here squishing book's cheeks as a an act of showing how endearing i find them. they have my whole heart and i cant WAIT to see whats next for them.

[absoluteindulgence]

Imagine being that couple that breaks the bed during... y'know🥴 pt.2

A/N: Hey Y’all, I’m back at it again with the back at it again lmaooo Part 2 is here and I hope y’all like it.... This one is a little bit more vulgar (Characters are aged up 18+)  Here’s PT. 1 for those who haven’t/or want to read it.  And thank you guys so much for OVER 1K NOTES ON THE FIRST ONE. I DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS GONE GO OFF LIKE THAT 🥺. AND I’M GLAD I MADE Y’ALL LAUGH AND FEEL THE SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENT LOL

🌋KIRISHIMA🌋

On your way there, you wonder if his honesty is going to be the result of another flustered mess that you can't see your way out of

You get to the store, and immediately everyone greets you; your face is welcoming, but on the inside, your grieving.

Kiri goes up to a clerk focusing on curtains and asks where to find a bed frame.

Willing to help, they show you where to acquire them. Kiri asks about different sets doing his best to seek out more superb quality. The clerk is understanding, looking to please their current customer, informing that they have more in the back.

He's grateful, and playfully the clerk asks why y'all need a new bed frame, and Kiri says,

"She called me “Big Daddy Riot,” and I snapped, and now we're here."

So straight to the point, the clerk blankly stares at you, but you hide your face not to make eye contact.

"A-anyway, whatever sturdy frame you have is fine, no matter the cost," pulling out his wallet, he says, "I'm ready to pay."

Now you should be embarrassed but now... You're kinda turned on. He was so serious about taking care of this that calling him big daddy was totally worth it.

No matter the purchase, he's very thorough with his expectations, the manly way.

And there’s just something so manly about a man pulling out his wallet with that "I'm willing to pay" attitude. Whether it's his tone, the way he grips his wallet, imagining it’s you being gripped like that (again)...🤤

You smile awkwardly to the clerk, “Give us your best, please?”

And so they do, not only with a complimentary warranty that you can renew anytime but with WATERPROOF SHEETS.

Heading back to the car, Kiri packs everything in the trunk and backseat, then comes to your side of the car. You get in saying, “Well, that wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.” 

"Well, don’t speak too soon, Princess. They just gave us some high-quality merchandise, but we don’t know how long it’ll last.” Pulling out of the parking lot, he looks at you with a quick wink, “I mean, not everything can be unbreakable like me, right babe?"

⚡DENKI⚡

This spicy, smart-ass.

It's definitely your fault, and he's gonna remind you all the way there.

Getting in the store, it’s not your first time there, so you already know where to find the frames.

Only you care that it matches the rest of the bedroom’s aesthetic, which could make the process harder.

Denki teases you, saying that it doesn't matter and that you should just choose a bed frame so that y'all can go the fuck home.

A clerk nearby sees y'all having a hard time, offering to help.

You tell them that you need a bed frame that fits your eccentric bedroom. They understand and go through the ones that you've already seen.

You say that you need something more robust than what's been displayed.

They nod, telling you they have the perfect set, disappearing to the back. They come back, and the set is perfect, but Denki is a skeptic.

"Hold on, babe, I'll handle this" He inspects the box looking at the weight of it, leaving no word on the damn box unread. He finishes and says, "Sorry, just had to make sure, wouldn’t want a part 2 of Pew Pew now, would we?"

Your eyes dart to him, the clerk is confused, "What's Pew Pew?"

Imitating a prince-charming tone, he says, "The weakness my true love bestows upon me it is strong and keeps me on edge."

The clerk waits for you to explain, but you say nothing.

Breaking out of character, he says, "Basically, she got on top of me and wanted to spell out my name, resulting in...... yeah."

He shows a photo, and your stomach drops to your ass, "WHEN DID YOU TAKE THOSE?????"

"When your fine ass was taking a shower, you're crazy if you thought I would keep this to myself!"

Y’all get the set, and buy more towels and get complimentary candles. You put Denki on WAP suspension too 😔 , lmao.

📼SERO📼

No offense but y'all a goofy-ass couple lmao

Y'all just be doing anything in the bedroom and now y'all at the store looking GOOFY-HYUCK

"Well, it started with how high could she jump onto me, and it resulted in a WWE match...."

Sero showed pictures of the private handy work that led you two to go shopping for something more sturdy...

Why the fuck does the room look like discount Cirque Du Soleil? His tape is all over the fucking ceiling, on the floor, and most importantly the bed frame because you dizzy, one brain cell together having asses tried taping the bed back together just to keep on fucking

Resulting in the frame FALLING TO SHREDS

The clerk has never seen no chaotic shit like this in their life!

It is so fucking bad they have to use EYE DROPS, just to confirm WTF they're looking at

"I know it looks bad, but at least we're not hurt" He smiles so earnest it’s almost as you weren't sexually destructive beings.

The clerk disappeared, coming back after 10 minutes with 3 other clerks as they carried a set filled with steel, metal chains, and high-quality leather.

The clerk said, "This is a one of a kind set; if you manage to break it, we will personally build you a steel cage so that your wrestling match can continue."

Sero looks at you, excited, "Wow, Babe, let's buy it."

Y’all buy the bed set and get a lifetime coupon of high-quality sex toys sent to your home, and of course, y’all try the shit out without thinking of the aftermath.

Back at square one, and the clerks are scared of y’all now 

😈SHINSOU👿

Already at the store and Shinsou is doing all the talking to the clerk~

"I told her to go to sleep; she defied me, so I had to punish her..." Realizing he said it out loud, he looked at your face.

If only you could Thanos yourself

The clerk looked slightly uncomfortable, "Well, from what you are describing, I don't know how that would result in breaking the bed."

"Well, my Kitten is a little disobedient and needs many forms of... persuasion."

Putting his hand on your shoulder, he showed his wicked smirk.  

I mean, was he wrong? He wouldn't even let you do the talking. If you spoke out, he would turn up the vibrator attached to your clit.

That was the challenge he placed on you before y’all left the house, and you willingly obliged until he told you his condition. Now he had total power to switch the narrative like it wasn’t him waking you up in the middle of the night after coming back from a long day of heroism.

The clerk squinted at you with a worried/ suspicious look... "O-okay, give me a moment."

They come back out with an exclusive set that was just imported overseas. The box images make it look so beautiful and regal; you’re shocked, wanting to tell him how much you love it but don’t wanna say.

Knowing Shinsou, it’s a trap to punish you.

"Wow, that’s beautiful. We’ll take it.”

Sometimes his dominant side pisses you off, but it’s clearly a turn on, you want to mouth off, but you nod instead.

Shinsou pays for the bed frame along with some pillows, and the clerk offers complimentary essential oils that you can come back and get free refills.

Heading to the car, Shinsou sweetly asks, “Now that we have reinforcements, are you ready to go again, Kitten?"

[silverynight]

so maybe to add onto the last chapter of the tanjiro’s hair?? maybe all the hashira are looking for tanjiro and they find out (from aoi) that he’s in the bath and when they all walk in (already half-naked as they ran and changed out of their clothes) they see kanao cleaning inosuke’s hair, inosuke cleaning zenitsu’s hair, zenitsu cleaning tanjiro’s hair, and tanjiro cleaning nezuko’s hair lmaoooo and they all like ready to murder zenitsu as soon as tanjiro kisses his cheek as a thanks lmaooo

Taking a bath together sounds like a good idea; actually Tanjirou suggests it because he wants Zenitsu to relax for a while. He's never seen him so nervous before, when he's not around demons at least.

Tanjirou lets his hair fall over his shoulders and notices as Zenitsu flinches away; at first he thinks it's because the water is cold, but he realizes quickly that it's actually warm to the touch.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm f-fine," he assures, eyeing Tanjirou's hair every now and then.

When Kanao manages to get Inosuke to stay still for a while and starts washing his hair, Tanjirou smiles at them; an idea starts forming in his mind.

"Let's wash each other's hair! Inosuke you can help Zenitsu!"

Zenitsu is not sure about it but finally calms down when he realizes that Inosuke can actually be gentle if he wants to.

Nezuko is already poking her brother's shoulder to demand his attention so he starts washing her hair quickly.

"Can you please do mine, Zenitsu?"

"Your hair..." The blond blushes, looking at Tanjirou's hair as if it's something he's not supposed to touch. It's almost like he's afraid of it.

"It's alright if you don't want to," Tanjirou assures him. It probably looks awful at the moment. "I'll wash it myself as soon as I finish with Nezuko and Kanao's."

"No," Zenitsu mumbles, looking around as if making sure they're the only ones in the bathing area. "It's okay. I'll do it."

Tanjirou relaxes under his touch and the sound of the water. Perhaps it wasn't just Zenitsu the one who needed a little break.

"Why do you have such beautiful hair?" Zenitsu almost sobs behind him, confusing Tanjirou.

"Well... It's the same as my father's so–"

"Oh, no!" Zenitsu cuts him off, suddenly panicking. "They're coming!"

"Who's coming?" Inosuke finally moves, looking around like he's ready to fight.

For a moment, Tanjirou worries too, but his nose doesn't sense any demons nearby.

"Why did Aoi tell them where–"

The hashira rush in and immediately Tanjirou feels a lot better; he knows they're safe with them.

"Are you going to join us?" He asks, beaming, although judging by how little clothes they're wearing, he supposes that was their initial plan.

He's never seen so many muscled bodies before, it makes him feel weak for a moment. Perhaps he should train harder next time.

"My boy!" Rengoku grins at him, almost falling into the water on accident. He looks flustered.

"Your hair is... wet," even though Tomioka mentions his hair, his eyes also roam over Tanjirou's shoulders and arms. For some reason, he doesn't say anything else, it's like he loses his voice suddenly.

"It's clean now!" Tanjirou nods. He turns around to smile at his friend who lets go of his hair as if it's burning. "Thanks to Zenitsu!"

He leans and kisses his cheek afterwards, like his mother used to do to him whenever he or one his siblings helped her with dinner.

Turning bright red, Zenitsu shivers and looks at Tanjirou like he just betrayed him in the worst way possible.

"You just killed me. I'm a dead man."

"What? Zeni–" he stops as soon as he smells the tension and irritation coming from the hashira.

They're pissed. Kanroji sobs and embraces Obanai like she's just been told love is a lie.

"He stole that kiss from one of us!" She lamets, confusing Tanjirou.

Maybe she's talking about something else entirely.

Uzui kneels so he can take Tanjirou's hand, the irritation on his features is almost gone for a moment and he looks down at him with a fond smile.

"Wait for us here, Tanjirou. We'll be right back."

"We just want to have a chat with Agatsuma," Tokito adds, taking a small stone in his hand.

"No! No! Tanjirou! Don't let them hurt me!" Zenitsu sobs, trying to hide behind his friend, but he stops as soon as he realizes that just pisses the hashira even more.

"They're not gonna hurt you, Zenitsu!" Tanjirou assures him, blushing. He promised the master they were going to show the Pillars the respect they deserved. "Now go with them, they're our superiors... You should listen to them."

When Zenitsu is forcibly pushed out of the water by Inosuke, the boy is trembling so hard that Tanjirou decides to follow him out.

"I can go with you..." His hair is soaking wet, but he pushes it behind his shoulders and doesn't give it a second thought as he gets closer to the hashira. But then... "Tomioka-san! Your nose is bleeding!"

"I'm fine," the water hashira assures him, looking away from him and covering his nose with one hand.

Rengoku is frozen on his spot, crossing his arms over his chest rather hard, like he's trying to keep himself right where he is. His face is completely red.

"I promise we're just gonna talk with your friend, Tanjirou," Kocho assures him with a soft smile. "Now please go back in before someone dies of a nosebleed."

Tanjirou nods because he trusts her, even though he still doesn't understand what is really going on. He tries to forget about it by washing Kanao's hair.

Even though they're at the other side of the bathing area and Tanjirou doesn't have Zenitsu's hearing, he still can catch a few sentences.

"YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO HELP US!"

"I'M TRYING TO!"

"YOU CALL THAT HELPING?"

"Do you think they're talking about a mission?" He asks Inosuke who's trying to tell Kanao how he helped Tanjirou defeat what he calls the spider demon family.

"Yes. They probably realized how useless he is in battle," Inosuke says.

"He's not useless!"

"Well, he's not as amazing as I am!"

Tanjirou sighs, knowing he won't get another kind of response from his friend.

Maybe he should ask Zenitsu later.

***

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[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 287: Family Reunion

Previously on BnHA: The Tomura For One VS Deku And Pals clusterfuck reached new levels of clustfuckery as AFO possessed Tomura’s body and stabbed Kacchan and Endeavor. Shouto was all “good thing I leveled up offscreen so as to be able to fly around whilst carrying 400lbs worth of people”, and did just that and it was like, damn, son. Meanwhile Deku’s rage went Mach 100, and he kicked Tomura’s ass for almost two whole seconds, but in the process he apparently forgot that IF TOMURA TOUCHES HIM THAT IS VERY BAD, and so he stupidly let Tomura touch him and Tomura was all “GAME, SET.” Fortunately for Deku, his quirk plays by its own rules, and so the chapter ended with us cutting to the METAPHYSICAL OFA/AFO PARANORMAL DREAMSCAPE OF MYSTICAL BULLSHIT, where AFO!Vestige was all “lol Tomura y u mad”, and Nana!Vestige was all “SUP DEKU, YOU’RE JUST IN TIME, LOOKS LIKE IT’S ASSKICKING O’CLOCK.” I’m paraphrasing a bit, but that’s more or less the gist of it.

Today on BnHA: AFO is all “well if it isn’t Tomura’s grandmother who I murdered that one time”, and Deku is all “?”, and AFO is all “fucking vestiges, man, wild”, and Deku is all “??”, and AFO is all “ANYWAYS GETTIM TOMURA”, and OFA is all “NOT SO FAST”, and Deku is all “???”, and really, same. AFO then goes off on some wild tangent about how Deku is unworthy because he couldn’t protect everyone and needed help from OFA and got mad about his friends being stabbed, which is such a cold take it gave me hypothermia, but it ends up not mattering since Deku and Tomura both wake up seconds later with OFA still in the possession of its rightful owner, HOW ABOUT THAT. The chapter ends with the LoV approaching on Gigantomachia’s back with Dabi practically salivating at the mouth, and Toga trying to reignite an old fandom blood feud. Toga why would you do this to me. Toga.

YESSSSSSSSSSSSS

[CROWD LOSING THEIR MINDS] FINALLY THE NANA HAS COME BACK TO BNHA!! IF YA SMELLLLL WHAT THE NANA IS COOKIN!!!!! [RINGSIDE BELL CHIMING WILDLY] [LOUD AIRHORN NOISES]

“chapter 287: mistake” omg. yeah I’ll say you made a mistake, AFO. I HOPE YOU ENJOY THESE FLEETING LAST MOMENTS OF YOUR SHITTY EVIL LIFE

(ETA: so in all seriousness this must be referring to AFO’s belief that All Might/OFA made a mistake in choosing Deku, right? “I can’t believe you went and chose this shounen manga protagonist as your champion, what were you thinking.” I’ll just put this out there: however many comic books AFO read as a child, it clearly was not enough.)

wow Deku how slow are you

yes you’re inside OFA you dimbulb, did you think your clothes suddenly vanished out of the blue and the ghost of Nana just randomly appeared in the real world by some freak coincidence?? can you believe this kid. breaks his arms a measly 10-15 times in a row and all of a sudden he can’t think straight, get it together Deku

but also brb having a moment at the fact that his thoughts immediately run back to Kacchan, even with all of this nonsense going on and Nana about to lay the beatdown on AFO’s potato-lookin’ ass. forget that noise, all he wants to know is whether or not Kacchan is all right. fuckin’ geez. AM I OVERREACTING HERE A BIT. probably

(ETA: ALSO!! the way he just trails off!! “Kacchan is...” and then he can’t bring himself to complete the thought. oh my god my heart.)

HOLY SHIT

okay,

damn but this man sure knows how to ruffle my feathers. as eminently detestable as ever!!

could it be any clearer here that AFO is not on Tomura’s side?? for a moment I thought he had actually grabbed him by the back of the head in order to get him to look. but nope, he’s just resting his pointing hand on top of his head instead while he’s all “HEY TOMURA LOL IT’S THE GHOST OF YOUR DEAD PATHETIC GRANDMA”

for those keeping track at home, this would be the first time that Deku has heard this information -- that Tomura is Nana’s grandson -- and possibly the first time Vestige!Nana has heard it as well. Nana died when Kotarou was still a child, so for all we know the Vestige!Nana didn’t even know she had a grandson, lol. TODAY ON “MAKESTE RANTS AT LENGTH ABOUT THINGS THAT WILL PROBABLY BE ADDRESSED WITHIN THE NEXT THREE PANELS”, anyway moving on

lmao for the record I fucking LOLed at this giant question mark immediately bubbling up over Deku’s head

no idea what AFO is about to ramble on about now, haven’t read that far yet. but let the record show that Deku’s immediate reaction to hearing “BTW NANA IS YOUR ARCHNEMESIS’S GRANDMA LULZ” is everything I could have hoped for

(ETA: fandom nailed the shit out of this one with the confused Mr. Krabs meme lmao.)

okay so now AFO is monologuing at length about how he would sometimes have “riveting dreams” about the previous owners of all the quirks he stole. but once he gave the quirks away they stopped bothering him?? holy moly let me just take all the notes

okay so he’s saying that Vestiges are created whenever someone has their quirk stolen by AFO. but if they then disappear when he gives the quirks away, does that also mean that whoever receives the quirks also gets the original owner’s Vestige bundled in every time?? that would be wild okay hold up let me read the rest of this

so he’s saying that the Vestiges are actually the “consciousnesses” of the original quirk owners, which have become embedded in their dna or something. SOUNDS INCREDIBLY DUBIOUS TO ME LOL but on the other hand this is a world where children can be born with airplane heads, so my disbelief can hardly afford to pick and choose what it’s gonna be suspended at! anyways though, how does he know he’s the only one who was able to converse with them? did you conduct detailed six-month follow-up interviews with everyone you gave quirks to or what

and if it really is the case that this ability was formerly exclusive to him, isn’t that more evidence than ever that OFA and AFO are actually THE EXACT SAME QUIRK oh whoops am I getting ahead of myself again, sorry

MEANWHILE TOMURA IS ALL, “GRANDMA?”

“WHY AM I HERE, WELL LET ME TELL YOU A STORY, GRANDSON. YOU SEE THAT MAN GROWING OUT OF YOUR RIBCAGE THERE? WELL IT’S JUST THE FUNNIEST THING, ACTUALLY”

WAIT SO IS HE SAYING THEY’RE SOULS OR NOT??

this makes it sound like they won’t ever get to rest, which sure sounds like a soul thing to me. well whatever, soul, consciousness, I guess it’s just semantics at the end of the day

anyways though, so this asshole is finally done talking (I’m sure that won’t last), so now we can finally have the heartwarming reunion we’ve all been waiting for

sigh

-- actually, no, not “sigh”!! you know what!! because Tomura says “whatever the reason”, but that’s only because he doesn’t actually have a fucking clue about the reason. like, I don’t know if the knowledge that AFO killed Nana would be enough to give him pause, but if he knew the whole story and knew that AFO was behind not only Nana’s death, but the rest of his family’s deaths as well... now that would be a whole different thing

anyway. but at least it’s becoming clearer now why AFO spent all that time raising Tomura up as his heir and brainwashing him even though he seems to have been planning this body takeover the whole time. it’s all because he loves making people miserable! yaaaaay

btw HAS NANA HAD THE EXACT SAME MOLE ON HER CHIN AS TOMURA THIS ENTIRE TIME WTF. am I just the least observant person who ever lived lmao

lol wtf

ground: [randomly starts exploding]

Deku: “ONE FOR ALL IS BEING ERODED!!!” LOL IS THAT WHAT’S HAPPENING HERE, OKAY THEN. I’ll take your word for it

y’all I cannot fucking get over this “AFO growing out of Tomura’s hip socket like a fucked-up ventriloquist dummy” shit though

you do realize that absolutely no one can take you seriously right now, right?? it’s important to me that you know this

WHAT’S THIS NOW

seems like SOMEONE has had it up to here with a certain SOMEONE ELSE’S bullshit lmaooo bye Felicia

I SAID GOOD DAY!!

you guys why is he not dying!!

-- OH DAMN

love how Deku is just lying there like “YOU KNOW THOSE DAYS WHERE YOU’RE LIKE, THIS MIGHT AS WELL HAPPEN.” poor Deku

(ETA: where in god’s name is OFA Prime standing. why are my thoughts fully consumed by this lmao.)

are Nana and OFA Prime even doing anything?? why are they sticking their arms out like that. wait hold up is this all a big metaphor for the back-and-forth going on between Tomura trying to steal OFA and OFA being all “actually no you can’t, please enter your password and click on all the boxes with bicycles in them to prove you’re a human first”?

OH SNAP OFA PRIME SAID NO THANKS

“SORRY BRO WE’VE ALREADY MADE OURSELVES AT HOME HERE”

I have only just noticed that metaphysical!Deku has the same scars as actual!Deku. and yet his arms are not currently broken! that doesn’t really seem consistent to me but whatever!! maybe he saved right before the boss battle, that would be smart of him

anyway, that’s great and all that OFA Prime is here helping out, but I really wanted to see Nana fight AFO in a one on one though so I’m a bit disappointed. also why is it only the two of them?? where are Banjou and the others. of all the times to be sleeping on the job

FOR FUCK’S SAKE, THIS MAN

WOULD YOU STOP. WOULD YOU JUST QUIT IT ALREADY

oh shit hold up

doesn’t this confirm that the reason he wanted to transfer his power to Tomura is because he believed it would make him strong enough to finally take OFA because of Quirk Singularity? jesus christ. and here he was so sure of himself. but it turns out he doesn’t actually know shit! you can’t just fucking take OFA like that ya dingdong that’s not how it works

(ETA: SO, A THOUGHT -- is there any sort of subtle hinting here in the way that he words this? “if your strength is combined with mine”, as opposed to “if my strength is combined with yours”? no idea if the admittedly-so-small-as-to-be-almost-inconsequential distinction between those two sentences exists in the original Japanese or not, but I find it very interesting that the English wording implies that he’s the one adding Tomura’s strength to his own, rather than vice versa.)

now he’s insulting Deku!!

excuse me sir WHO ASKED YOU anyway. and never mind that being consumed by an, AND I QUOTE, “unquenchable” rage is your protege’s whole THING, and that he also needed your help to avoid being burned to a crisp a short while ago. where do you get off I swear

(ETA: also just want to point out that in the panel before this one he says that he’s been “watching through Tomura”, which pretty much confirms that his consciousness or whatever is alive inside of him all the time. Tomura is definitely not getting rid of this guy any time soon.)

WOW

first he calls Kacchan useless, then he calls Deku a simpleton, and don’t even get me started with Nana. just, you guys. this man is just... a very, very rude man

NOW OFA IS ALL “THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT MAKES HIM SUCH A GOOD PROTAGNIST YOU BUTTMUNCH” AND OMG PREACH

“DESPITE HIS COMMON SENSE” sdfkllk my man he already has one brother roasting him, take it easy guy

AHH WHAT

IS THIS BACK IN THE REAL WORLD

YEP

hahaha nice try Tomura

so Deku’s all “I didn’t lose my power! BUT” and I assume the “but” is the part where his arms are still broken and shit, and meanwhile Tomura’s body is almost healed up now finally

they’re both wiped out and now AFO is again petitioning Tomura to let him take over goddammit

“you won’t lose your mind” yep, he sure won’t! scout’s honor!! pinky swear!!

meanwhile Deku is getting fucking desperate flkjl;k my baby. and Machia is going to show up any second now too, probably. what else can fucking go wrong at this point

oh shit I shouldn’t have asked

get ready to rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrruuuumble, probably

OH MY GOD

WELL AT LEAST SOMEONE HERE IS HAVING A GOOD TIME. jesus

so as soon as he heard Endeavor was there he got all, “TIME FOR THE BIG REVEAL”, is that right? WELL JOKE’S ON YOU TOUYA, YOUR DAD DOESN’T SEEM ALL THAT CONSCIOUS AT THE MOMENT, SO THAT’S GOING TO DRAIN A LOT OF THE TENSION FROM THE SCENE WHEN YOU GO ALL REVERSE DARTH VADER ON HIM AND HE’S ALL “ZZZZZZZZ”

meanwhile Toga is having unsettlingly quiet angst

jesus christ Toga this is all we need right now

“WAS JIN-KUN NOT A PERSON” sdkfjlk Horikoshi I swear. please have mercy on this fandom. this is the debate that refuses to die!!

but seriously ffs, the issue isn’t that Jin deserved to die, it’s that the countless people whom Jin would have either directly or indirectly killed didn’t deserve to die either. people don’t only become people when you attach names and faces to them! we all loved Jin because we’d gotten to know him, but that doesn’t mean his life was inherently worth more than the lives of all the people he would have killed. sometimes there’s just no good answer

like, it’s just crazy to me that because the heroes are all “we want to protect everyone!” but then aren’t always able to do so because that’s literally impossible, whereas the villains are all “we don’t care about anyone other than the select few people that we actually like!”, the villains somehow wind up getting the better PR. it just so happens that it’s infinitely easier to be loyal to the interests of a few people as opposed to ALL THE PEOPLE. like, no shit, it’s easier to stick to your moral code when you barely have a moral code. and so the villains can kill thousands and no one bats an eye, but if a hero fails to save even one person they’re hypocritical moral failures. like what the hell

BUT ANYWAY, sorry to go off on a tangent there lol, it’s not really a big deal. I’m just preemptively trying to stave off more discourse about it lol but who am I even kidding

anyways lol, but of course they won’t kill you unless they have no choice, Toga. but when it comes to catch-22 situations, it’s a bit much to infer that the heroes don’t consider the villains people just because they opt for the choice that spares more innocent lives. I sure as hell don’t want my babies out here killing people, but to say that they can’t no matter what or else they’re no different from the villains is just...

anyway so the chapter has now just ENDED, just like that!! on a shot of Ochako’s face!

I SENSE ANOTHER THROWDOWN COMING. and it had better not be a total letdown like the last one! NANA BARELY DID ANYTHING HORIKOSHI, WHAT THE FUCK. I started out with such high hopes lol

but I will settle for Toga VS Ochako, and Deku VS Tomura: The Sequel: Shouto’s Revenge! SPEAKING OF HEROES WHO HAVE NO QUALMS ABOUT MURDERING PEOPLE lmao