#I’m glad someone else thinks this is possible because I’ve felt for a little while

[tonariofjananda]

I WAS WONDERING ABOUT THIS TOO!!!

Obviously there’s no concrete evidence yet but right now, with the glasses and his hair parted down like that, I can’t help but think he looks a little like…

And I’d be SO fascinated if this was the case! We still don’t know for sure why Parona reincarnated in the first place (I’ve always assumed it had something to do with getting revenge on Hayase and maybe even wanting to reunite with March in some way), but Hanna’s reasoning… I wonder if she might have chosen to reincarnate… so she could reunite with Mizuha ;;

I’m pretty confident the Mizuha clones are kind and would have helped him regardless, but it would give additional meaning to their kindness towards a baby Abel

Could it be...?

[moonybug444]

(sorry for my bad english!) hii! I found your account and i want to tell you that your stories are, like, a GREAT comfort, the few you have are, it sounds weird but, in my opinion reading stories (or writing) about abusive relationships is an escape route to avoid falling into those relationships in real life, I mean, i read them and i get the adrenaline because of reading it instead of living them dhfjkshfsk so yes, they are also very, very well written <:

can i ask for a story where Connie is a little older thanreader, and constantly manipulates her with the excuse that he knows better and reader believes him, because, for a long time, he was the only older figure she had, something like that, I don't know. , bonus if reader cries hysterically in his arms (his fault, of course, he slapped her or something)

i really agree with your take on the whole writing about traumatic relationships because that’s how i feel. i’ve been thru so so much and i know it’s different but this is most definitely how i cope, im glad someone else can relate to me especially during these times i’ve felt so alone💗 you english is beautiful by the way, thank you 😊

tw: grooming - reader was 17 when she meant 24 year old connie / mental abuse / physical abuse - from connie and from readers dad / very mean and manipulative? connie / unestablished relationships / not proofread

such a baby

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“really thought you were over that stupid shit y’know, (name)?” he looks down at you, sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed and spits, “you’re still just a fucking kid.”

he hates it when you cry. you know he does, he knows he does, so you don’t know why it feels like him making it happen is always his main goal.

you sit there silently looking up at him as he scrolls on his phone. after a couple minutes he puts it down and looks down at you.

“you’re gonna have to find a place to go.” your eyes widen all the more and you feel your heart beat quicken. it scares you when he says stuff like that. find a place to stay? where could you possibly go? you feel like you’ve been with connie so long, he’s taken care of you for so long…

“w-what?” you get up suddenly, trying to ease your way into his lap. you’re get even more nervous even harder when he meanly pushes you away, you pretty eyes water.

“c-connie..! hic wh-what— how will i—?” you can’t even finish your sentence you’re so shaken. you really can’t help it, you can’t imagine any life without connie. how could you? he’s the one that took you in, he’s the one that knows exactly what to do when you don’t, he tells you what to do when you’re just about to make the wrong choice. he’s shown you what love is when nobody else could.

while you’re breaking down crying you can tell connie’s losing his patience by the second, he’s getting up waving his hands all type of ways getting all in your face, yelling all types of nonsense.

“dammit (name), shut the fuck up, y’know i hate that crybaby shit, go fix yourself before i do it for you” when you don’t shut up he doesn’t give you a second warning, just slaps you clean across your face. you damn near fly across the room from the impact, connie’s just so much stronger than you.

“—oww ..!” your body shakes as you try to lift yourself up, your crying even harder now. “y-you’re a liar…! you said—you said hic you were d-done hitting me—!”

he stomps over to you, eyes wide and mad while he starts dragging you by your little arm to the front door, “who the fuck do you think your talking to?! i don’t owe you shit you know that, little girl?!”

connie goes to open the front door, “i’m fucking tired, (name) i’ll sleep like a fucking baby without your fucking crying tonight—”

when you don’t stop he freaks out a little more. he hates when you don’t listen.

“think i fucking won’t?” he gets louder, “think i won’t put you out this fucking house, right now?! i don’t give a fuck what time it is—!”

connie drags you back to your shared bedroom and starts ripping your clothes out wherever he can find them and putting them in so random bags, while you cry and hyperventilate. he doesn’t give one fuck, to him you deserve this shit. you’re always running your mouth.

“who got you all this shit, huh?!” he moves on to the vanity and starts packing all your cute little jewelry, breaking some in the process.

he stops for a second and just looks down at you. veins popping out of his neck as he screams, with the bag he’s stuffing all your belonging in tightly gripped in his hand and that mean look of sternness in his eyes, you realize just how how much older connie really is. just how scary he is. with him being 7 years older than you and all, you’ve always put connie on the high horse, always seen it as a flex. but you don’t think you’ve ever really seen it until now. how truly scary he can be.

“you wanna go back, (name)?” he takes a deep breath. “you wanna go back to that shit everyday? living in that fucking house, getting treated like some fucking shit?”

you sob when he finally lets go of your now bruised arm. he goes to sit on the bed.

you were 17 and connie had just turned 24. it was late out when you ran away from home. you were sick of it. your dad was terrible to you, all the yelling and screaming and the bruises—you couldn’t take it anymore. connie was one of your friends older cousin, you had meant him at her birthday party and you think you fell in love. he just seemed so…mature. at the end of the night when he saw you all alone, he went up to you and asked if you were alright. turns out your dad was pissed so he didn’t pick you up. connie couldn’t be more excited to hear that shit. cute little shy teenager, and she’s got daddy issues? he hit the jackpot. he ended up taking you home and giving you his number, in case you ever, “needed anything.”

you’d call connie whenever, no matter what. he always knew exactly what to say.

one night your dad blacked your eye and you called connie. connie showed up 8 minutes later and came barging in, beating the shit out of your dad. that was the last night you heard from your dad and the last night you ever weren’t by connie’s side. you’ve been living with him ever since. you’ll never forget that first night he held you in his bed. he whispered about how everything would be ok and how much he’d take care of you. and you believed it.

it’s been only 2 years since then and connie’s still that ever so cool senior that you look up to. you love connie to death and you don’t think you ever won’t. he knows you’re completely dependent on him now too, he thinks he'll always use it to his advantage.

“you’re such a baby.” you look up at him and he nearly melts, he wants to fucking ruin you. you eyes are all glossy and swollen from crying, your lips are stilly wobbly from the wailing, and your tears—don’t even get him started on the fucking tears.

connie thinks about how perfect you are.. you’re already as naive as you could possibly be, but the age gap just puts it more in his favor.

you look in his eyes to see if that gaze is still there…you know, the loving one even after everything, and it is.

“i love you….” you whisper it like it’s a curse, anxious for his answer.

connie smiles and kisses your forehead watching you light right back up just from the small gesture.

“i know you do.”

[smolwritingchick]

Before you went on your hiatus your little blurbs mentioned jungkook and Jennie breaking up and possible cheating. I’ve been curious if you were still taking that route or if you have found some other direction you wanted to take this story towards. Glad to see you’re back I love your account and LOVE!!!!! This story. I’ve been following the story for years. Love ya

Hey! Omggg thank YOU! Wow! It still amazes me to see long time readers! I hope you are well! Love ya too!! 😁💜💜

I decided not to go with cheating but still considering at one point JenKook taking a break from each other and breaking up for a smol bit.

I’m still thinking about that whole idea of a female OC taking advantage of Jungkook’s sadness over the break up and sleeping with him since she wants to date him and get Jen out of the picture. And after Jen finds out, she’ll be upset and find comfort in one of her male friends while away from the group to handle her Nike collaboration in different areas.

I lowkey still want to do it. 😩 I gotta plan things through but if I do, I hope it’d be well received. Like I know first hand reading a story and the writer randomly and with no warning permanently switching the love interest of the OC/reader and it…pisses me off. Especially when I’m 20 chapters deep and they switch it up out of nowhere. I get it’s their story, they can do whatever they want, it’s whatever but I always felt like I wasted my time and I immediately exit the story. I’ve dealt with it in wrestling fanfics and kpop fanfics when I used to read tons of fics years ago. And I promise you I will never ever do that. This will always be a JenKook story. They will always be the main couple and will be to the end even if I write them taking a break and briefly seeing other people while missing each other. It will still be a Jennie/Jungkook story and they will always be endgame. But I always still had that idea of Jennie having a trusted and lowkey male friend to comfort her in physical ways while keeping everything private and unnoticeable. My ideas about it are still in the documents.

Also I’m trying to see if I want to keep the original male idol I had in mind or choose someone else like a different male celeb or nonfamous male friend. Because a few more options popped up and I’m wondering if that would be better. I’m a little indecisive

[yinyuedijun]

Your Aventurine fic about his language made me so sad in the best way possible. I think it's because I’m in a pretty similar position with my own native language in having a painfully childish grasp on it while being painfully eloquent in contrast with English because I’ve worked to hone it from a young age to make assimilation a little easier. Carve the culture that wasn’t doing me any favours out of me, sliver by sliver. People often neglect the racial aspect of Aventurine’s character, but given that the Avgins are based on the Roma people, it gives such an intensely tragic lens on many common tropes with traumatic backstories. I don’t have much more to say than your fic was artful and it’s going to linger in my mind like thick taffy stuck to the back of teeth when you have too much of it at once.

hi anon!! thank you so much for this feedback, it means a lot to me as I too am in a similar position and I'm very glad that the fic felt authentic enough to resonate with you, as someone else experiencing language loss and cultural assimilation. I agree also - it is so interesting how people hesitate to explore the ethnic violence that is so integral to aventurine's character. it may of course be uncomfortable given the inspiration for the avgin people, but as you said the real world connection also makes it feel all the more significant. thank you so much for reading and for this thoughtful response - I've never had my work compared to taffy before and the analogy makes me very happy LOL

[hadrian-pendragons]

HELLOOO its the one who ask about your fics again lol (sorry if I'm bothering you )

Since it's Ukyo's birthday, please tell me what make you like Ukyo as a character ( why notice him in a vast amount of people in dr stone and when did you know that you like him) have a nice day (can we please have an estimate time when you'll post a new ff - if there isn't it's fine! Please take your time!! And I AM SOOOO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT you will consider writing a sequel to Ocean Tide! I can wait for a year or 2 tbh as long as you're still writing and okay in life)

(Don’t worry about it, I love getting asks!)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE CHARACTER EVER!!

As for why I came to like Ukyou so much—it’s kind of related to writing him. Me and a friend were co-writing something for fun, and he turned into a major character. I ended up in love with writing him and his perspective.

I got attached to him because (in my interpretation of him) he is a character that values peace above all else—to the point of refusing to engage in conflict and looking for every alternative possible, which is something that can end up a flaw (backed up by his actions in Tsukasa’s Empire and to an extent in the treasure island arc). While in Tsukasa’s Empire, he never really had his allegiance questioned—something I like to attribute to his ability to keep his emotions in check and hidden behind a mask (or a smile). In that arc, his moral code gets backed into a corner. He turns a blind eye to Tsukasa shattering statues and, knowing he was horribly outmatched if he were to act out, tried (and failed) to tell himself it wasn’t equal to murder.

That kind of leads up to one of my favorite scenes in the manga: Chapter 73 and 74, when Ukyou talks to Senkuu over the phone. I feel like that scene is where Ukyou knew that his only chance at doing the right thing and succeeding, rather than opposing Tsukasa on his own and recklessly, was to hope that Senkuu was someone good. (I tend to have this in their dynamic when I write them a lot, with Senkuu being Ukyou’s hope and lifeline and confidence that they could do anything (even saving the world). And with Ukyou being Senkuu’s reassurance and the calm to his chaos.)

I think I loved Ukyou when I realized he was a character that understood the world’s darkness and was afraid—not of the darkness, but of the harsh decision between self-preservation and honoring his own beliefs and morals. He’s surprisingly realistic as a character, who keeps hoping for the best even when he falters, but can tell the difference between realistic and unrealistic expectations. (Which, when Senkuu promised, delivered, and then kept going far past the bar and the standards Ukyou held while at the same time working hard to make his goals happen, makes Ukyou feel grateful to have met Senkuu at all. He doesn’t admit it, but I like to think Ukyou felt like Senkuu saved him. And maybe that’s how Ukyou starts to fall a little bit in love with him.)

That turned into an essay, but I’ve been thinking about them for way too long and they continue to surprise me. Ukyou especially is just a character I’m forever going to be attached to. I love the entire Dr. Stone cast, but I just eat up the crumbs from the manga and anime, haha

As for when I’ll have a new fic, I can’t really give an estimate on that. I’m definitely a planner, but I’ve also been unable to write a lot lately (I’m hoping to work out a better pace with writing and work, since I’m a little bit sporadic despite all the planning I do). I’ll definitely remember to post here when I have a new fic, though! I’m so glad you’ve enjoyed reading them <3 It makes my day.

I hope you have a wonderful time, whatever part of the day it is for you! It’s a good night for me, thank you for the ask!

[ecargmura]

A Condition Called Love Episode 5 Review - Genuine Love

Why does all of this friendship talk feel like a buildup for Hananoi to actually make a friend in the future? While his logic for not wanting friends is understandable, it does give off loser vibes in a way. He said that in a disaster, people would usually choose family or lovers over friends, which is true, but at the same time, lovers aren’t forever either. I know that Hananoi is someone who puts everything into a romantic relationship, but he’s still young, so his feelings or Hotaru’s feelings could fizzle out in the future. It’s unknown if Hananoi would even actually feel the same in the future. Given what he had said about giving it all for others but how they choose others over him does hit home on the fact that he’s actually a really lonely person and looks for a romantic relationship because he lacks love in his life—he just wants to be needed and wants to feel needed in a way.

Though, it’s nice to see Hananoi be all attentive towards Hotaru. He’s very observant, so he knows if something’s wrong just from her lack of appetite or her unusual spacing out. However, I didn’t like that he lied to her about the door being locked. I would’ve at least berated him for doing that, even if there was good intentions behind it. I don’t think it was manipulative of Hananoi to do that, but the fact that he lied means that there could be a day where he could be hiding something and a possible lack of communication because of that.

Hotaru is rather understanding of Hananoi. I think it’s a rather strong quality for her to have as everyone else would’ve seen Hananoi as weird or would only approach him due to his looks. Hotaru can see the good and bad in Hananoi and still is accepting of that. However, I do wish that she was a bit more confrontational with what he should and shouldn’t do around her like lying about a locked door and such.

It’s also nice to see that Hotaru does develop genuine feelings for Hananoi. The fact that she was fretting over introducing Hananoi to Satomura shows that she is a bit possessive of him, but she isn’t aware of that. Fortunately, Satomura doesn’t have bad intentions, but it was nice to see Hotaru be conflicted. If she hadn’t felt anything for Hananoi, she would’ve just said “okay” and called it a day. I do like this little detail in the story. However, Hotaru, maybe not confess your feelings when your trial boyfriend is suffering a minor concussion from getting his head bonked by a soccer ball? Will he remember this when he gets better?

Despite that, their date was cute and I do think the progression is nicely paced. I’m glad that Hotaru’s feelings are genuine and that how she falls for Hananoi genuinely does seem understandable too. Also, Hotaru’s sister Kagari is hilarious because she gave relationship advice yet never had one too. It reminded me of how Tsuge from Cherry Magic gave advice to Adachi but was never in a relationship himself. Where does this advice come from?

I apologize for getting this review out so late. I’ve been busy with my personal life and that I’ve been trying to lessen my screen time, so my reviews have been popping up a bit later than they usually are. What are your thoughts on this episode?

[s3rendipitys]

Stargazing

(Ellie Williams x reader)

Warnings: 18+, slight smut, swear words, weed usage, mentions of alcohol, fingering (r!receiving), oral (r!receiving), dom!ellie, idk what else i should put??? NSFW, MDNI

A/n: this is literally the first time i write something in like 3 years??? (also this is the first smut i’ve ever written so it’s probably bad lol) it’s kinda short but i promise it’ll get better

english is not my first language so there might be some mistakes!

reblogs, comments or even opinions in my dms are appreciated! ;)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

After running away from a boring party, you found yourself laying in the grass near the little lake that was right by the end of the walls of Jackson.

And of course, you weren’t alone.

Ellie Williams was there with you, sharing a blunt while stargazing in the middle of July.

“Do you think it’s possible to buy a star?” The green-eyed girl asks, as she passes you the blunt.

“I don’t think so, Williams” You replied, taking a quick hit from the burning blunt.

“Why not?” Without looking at her face, you already knew she was furrowing her eyebrows.

“Well, uhm” You try to think but the weed is kicking in.

“See! I can buy a star and I will!” Ellie interrupts your thoughts and starts ranting about how she’s gonna buy a star and, somehow, she going to live on it.

You chuckle as you listen to her. Ellie always loved space and all that kind of stuff, and it was so enchanting seeing her face light up every time someone brought up the topic.

Well, right now you couldn’t really see her face because she had her hoodie on, but you knew she was smiling while talking, you could hear her smile.

You enjoyed Ellie’s presence, so much that on a random day of the previous summer you realised you had a crush on her.

It was really hard hiding it, because every time she entered a room or her name was brought up in a conversation, you would be all flustered.

Dina was the first one to acknowledge that. She saw how your gaze fell on her when she wasn’t looking, or how you always tried to be close to Ellie. So one day she invited you over to her place, with the excuse to help her choose a dress to go out with Jesse.

Of course you were clueless, so you waited in front of Dina’s closet, while the girl was sitting on her bed as she stared at you with a smirk.

“What?” You said in a confused tone, watching Dina. The girl raised an eyebrow and winked.

“I know that you like Ellie.” She declared so quickly that a squeal came from your mouth.

You felt your cheeks go bright red as you tried to deny it, but Dina knew better, so you two spent the rest of the afternoon talking about it.

The thought of her liking you back never crossed your mind, even though Dina always said that she was definitely into you, so you just kept quiet.

The auburn haired girl snaps you out of your thoughts by passing you the half smoked blunt, a light grin plastered on her lips.

“So, how are you feeling?” She asks in her raspy voice that sent shivers down your spine.

“Like i’m on another planet.” She says before laughing. Next to you Ellie was laughing as well.

“I wish we had more nights like this, you know,” She pauses to take a drag from the blunt. “Just having free time and not being on patrol, coming home late and tired.”

Your attention is towards the night sky as you listen to what Ellie is saying, and then you agree with her.

“I’m glad I get to spend this night with you.” She murmurs as she looks at you with her smirk, eyebrows slightly raised.

Your heartbeat quickens a bit, as you try to play it cool. “Bet your girlfriend won’t be too happy about it” You joke.

Her chuckles fills the air before she shifts a little towards you. “As if i have one.” Then she clears her voice and punches your shoulder in a friendly way. “How come we never talk about your relationships? Do you have anyone special?”

“I’m just vibing with myself.” You blurt out, hoping that she’ll change the subject before you find yourself in an awkward position.

For a couple of second you both stay silent as you admire the plethora of starts above your heads.

Then she breaks the silence.

“Are you into girls?” She says, leaving you surprised by the sudden question. You decide to prank her.

“Absolutely not! I’m gonna marry a good guy and give him 5 children!” You say trying to sound convincing, but you end up laughing before finishing the sentence.

Ellie laughs with you. “I swear, for a moment I was believing you”

“Ellie come on, I literally have a t-shirt that says pussy comes first!”

“I’m gonna have to borrow that shirt.” She says as she playfully pokes you.

Your gaze flies onto Ellie’s lips, and before you know it you’re grabbing her face to kiss her.

When you realise what you’re doing you quickly pull back. “Shit, Els i’m sorry” Your cheeks are burning with embarrassment as you cover your mouth. “I don’t know why I did that.” You knew damn well. “Let’s just pretend it didn’t happen, please?” As if you’re not gonna replay the feeling of her lips in your head for the next year.

You face Ellie again, and suddenly she pulls you close and smashes her lips against yours.

It was unexpected but you quickly kiss her back, moving your hands behind her neck, while she’s resting on one of her elbows for support. 

Ellie quickly shifts her body on top of you, gently biting your lower lip to slip her tongue into your mouth, making it clear who’s in control here. 

Her calloused fingers are playing with the hem of your t-shirt, making you shiver. By now your mind is dizzy because of the weed and drunk of Ellie’s scent, which is filling your nose by how close she is. 

“Can I?” She says as she starts lifting your t-shirt. You frantically nod as you run after her lips like a starved woman. She chuckles as she kisses you again, before pulling away and lowering her face on your neck. 

“Relax pretty, I’m not going anywhere.” She whispers in your ear, gently sucking on your lobe, making you whimper. Suddenly her lips start biting and kissing your neck harshly, leaving you thinking about the fact that the next day you’ll find bruises. 

Your eyes are closed as you enjoy the feeling that is building inside you. She moves onto your collarbone and leaves sloppy kisses before removing your bra. “Who wants to watch the stars when I have this sight here on earth.” She murmurs making you blush. She gently caresses your tits with her hands, making you moan. 

“You’re so sensitive.” She smirks as she plays with one of your nipples, rolling it between her thumb and her index finger. You throw your head back as you feel a wet spot forming on your panties. 

As if she could read your mind she moves her free hand on your thigh, massaging the soft flesh that the shorts didn’t cover. “Do you want me to touch you?” She asks with a grin on her lips. You quickly nod but Ellie clicks her tongue. “Nu-uh babe, I want to hear you say it.” She puts her hand on your covered cunt, making you whine. 

“Shit Ellie,” You murmur. “Please t-touch me, I-I need to feel you” You stutter, gaining a kiss from her. “Good girl, ” She says as she massages your other tit. “Now let’s get these off, shall we?” Her hand moves to take off your shorts. You raise your hips a bit to help her. 

Surprisingly, she also takes off your panties, putting them in the pocket of her hoodie. The night breeze hitting your wet core makes you even more eager to feel Ellie’s finger inside of you. 

“Els, please.” You mumble as she teases you by moving her fingers up and down your folders. 

“Shh babe, I just wanna feel how wet you are,” She lets out a giggle. “Is this all for me?” She leans her head next to your ear to whisper in it. 

“Y-yeah.” Without wasting another second she shoves her finger inside of you, moving it in and out slowly to stretch you out. You moan as your hand grabs some grass next to you, while the other hand squeezes your breast. 

The sound of the crickets is interrupted by your moans and wines, and also by the obscene sounds that your wet pussy is making, being fingered by Ellie. “You’re ready for another finger?” She says as she inserts the second finger, making you let out a high-pitched moan. 

She starts kissing your chest again, making you feel butterflies in your stomach. The trail of kisses moves to your stomach and then to your hips. She starts kissing your tights, before moving her attention to your clit, which has been aching for attention. 

Ellie’s nose brushes against it, sending an electric flash down your spine. She starts kissing it, teasing you, before licking it. “You taste so good.” She says against your core, making you grip her hair. Hearing her say your name is driving you crazy. 

Slowly her pace increases, as she’s now basically making out with your throbbing cunt. “Look at me,” She murmurs as she pinches your tight to get your attention. “I wanna see your pretty face while I make you feel good.” And she really was making you feel good.

You find yourself pushing her face harder into you, feeling your high build up inside your belly. Your breath quickens, as well as your heartbeat. “Ellie, I-I m’close.” You manage to whine out as she curls her fingers against that spongy spot in you, that makes you see stars that you didn’t even know existed. 

“Come on pretty, just let it out.” She says as your walls clench around her. 

“Is someone there?” You hear a voice say. Ellie quickly gets away from you, passing your clothes. You whine as you were so close to cum. Cum because of Ellie. 

As you’re dressed again, Jesse appears. “Oh hey! I was looking for you two!” He smiles, clearly unaware of what he interrupted. “We’re gonna play 7 minutes in heaven, you wanna join?” 

You glance at Ellie, who quickly smirks at you. Her head turns back to Jesse as she gets up and holds her hand out for you to reach it. “Sure.” She smirks as you start following behind Jesse. 

Her hand is placed on your lower back as she whispers in your ear. “Do you think 7 minutes are enough for you to finish?” 

You feel your cheeks become red as you whisper back. “Maybe, but I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of the night chasing the high.” You chuckle as Ellie gives your ass a little slap. 

Meanwhile, Jesse is talking about some drink he wants to try, ignoring the turn that your friendship with Ellie took. 

[letoasai]

Wishes

Things were overly complicated, this was no exception despite how it could have been mindlessly done without thought at all. I didn’t remember picking the bottle up, or how I instantly knew it was more than it seemed. Light as a feather but holding immeasurable power.

The magic lamp. The home of the genie. Was there more than one? Did that matter when I already held it in my hands.

It was pretty, but plain. Gold with little engravings etched into the metal that caught the light just right. There were no gaudy gems or impractical sized diamonds encrusting its shape. It was a magic item already, it didn’t need to appear to be worth more than it was when it was already priceless.

It was done on a whim, mostly believing it wouldn’t work with only a tiny voice inside me wishing it were real. No one was more surprised than me when I rubbed my hand against the lamp and a mist actually appeared.

At least I assume that was the case since I’d done this silly thing alone in the privacy of my own room. I watched the mist seem to move and twist and dance until a person was just there standing across from me. Their clothes flowing and somehow nothing I could have imagined while their body remained fit and their face just simply pretty. I couldn’t tell their gender from their androgynous features alone and somehow they were all the more lovely for it.

“Greetings temporary master who has discovered the key. Count your desires and make wishes three.”

Their voice was just as nice. It was the kind of thing I’d like to listen to often. The temptation to comment on them doing voice work for audio books was almost too great but I swallowed it down. That was likely a terrible first impression.

I was bad at first impressions. I talked too much, forgot other peoples names, laughed awkwardly. No, commenting on their voice first thing was probably weird.

“Hello.” I offered instead, sitting on the edge of my bed awkwardly, half wondering why I wasn't hiding inside my closet over the sudden magical display. This wasn’t the kind of thing that happened all the time but I was rooted to the spot. It was likely too late to run away anyway.

The genie just blinked, trying to figure out what was going on but they were supposed to be ancient right? They’d probably come across every response possible. It was the same thing I told myself when calling customer service somewhere and being afraid I sounded like an idiot. Those people had to have heard everything already.

“Hello…” The genie answered slowly. “You good or do we need to like… call someone?”

“I think i’m good. Haven’t freaked out yet so that’s a plus. How are you? Is it nice to be out of the lamp?”

After a beat the genie shrugged. “Kind of just is what it is.” I was half glad that they didn’t rhyme everything they said, that sounded exhausting. The greeting was enough, that part was cool.

I nodded, relieved on their behalf. “Okay. Do you like…want a drink or something? I have no idea what counts as manners when you accidentally summon a genie even when you were sorta trying to do that on purpose.”

“Okay, this is gonna be a long afternoon, i can tell.” The genie said and dropped down to sit beside me. It was weird, but only in the sense that they might have been the coolest person I’ve ever seen and what was I supposed to do now that we were sitting side by side.

“Sorry?”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. You still got three wishes, so what’ll it be?”

My mind was blank, a sea of absolutely nothing and the places where thoughts once lived was vacant. “Dunno.”

I felt a little less like an idiot when the genie shrugged. “That happens a lot. Being put on the spot and all. Take your time but like, not forever, okay?”

“Right.” I agreed because what else could I do? “This is so weird. I probably have thousands of wishes but here you are and I got nothing. Nothing feels right.”

“Does it need to?”

I shrugged. “I mean I guess not but this is one of those once in a lifetime opportunities, right? You can’t just ask for a sandwich or something.”

“Pretty sure someone has before.” The genie commented after a moment of thought. “They were an idiot.”

That thought went back to the genie probably having already seen every response before. My goal now became, not being an idiot in the genie’s eyes by the time they left.

“I’m sure magic sandwiches are awesome, but it’s not exactly what I'm going for.”

“Fair.” The genie agreed, playing with a bracelet they wore to pass the time. “What kind of wishes have you wanted in the past?”

“Well…” I folded my feet under me as I sat, turning a little to face them. “Can I give you a couple examples without it being like… haha, there’s your wish?”

The genie snorted. “Yeah, it’s kinda late and I'm not in the mood for word games so sure, we’ll confirm before calling a wish legit.”

I nodded again, thankful for an understanding magical genie of the lamp and not one bitter about the job title. “I’m willing to bet the biggest wishes are personal ones. Money. Health. Expensive stuff.”

“For sure.”

I make a face at that one. It would have been nice to be wrong. “I can’t lie and say that’s not appealing but this is three magic wishes we’re talking about. You can’t just wish for a billion dollars, can you? Does the wording matter? Would it be better to wish to always be financially stable? To never be in need of money again? That last one sounds like it could be taken the wrong way too. I dunno what kind of clarity wishes need.”

“Clarity?” The genie glances at you.

“You know, like in cartoons where some guy wishes for a million bucks and gets a million caribou instead.”

That made the genie snort. “As hilarious as that would be, wishes are about intentions. They’re your desires, I'm just fulfilling them.”

I sighed, knowing that just complicated matters. “I don’t think wishes are that simple. Spending a wish on myself feels selfish but trying to spend a wish on everyone seems like it could backfire way too easily.”

“You’re an over thinker, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” I confirmed with another nod. “Like what if i wished for no more cancer? That sounds incredible but what about all the innovations we’ve had as a society from that research? How many other things have been cured? I’m sure i’m not the first person to get magic wishes and no one before me ever thought to do that? I dunno if i’m that optimistic or that conceited.”

“Probably just an overthinker.”

“Probably.” I agreed. “But what if that somehow just made things worse? Like what if a thousand years ago there was the ‘whatever’ disease and someone wished it away and that was freaking amazing. It was gone and everyone was happy but science and biology was like, hey that’s not cool, now we gotta come up with something else and that’s how cancer started.”

The genie shifted to get more comfortable, putting a pillow on their lap to lean on. “I get where you’re coming from but that didn’t happen.”

“Oh sure, I'm just saying I can barely give someone a compliment without freezing. I don’t know if I could handle the added pressure of trying to do something nice for the whole world only to have it backfire so spectacularly.”

“No one would really know it was you.”

“I’d know and I can't have that on my conscience.” I grumbled.

“Fair enough.”

“Then there’s things you hope for and wish for and you can’t just get them easily.”

“Like what?” the genie asked. “Magic is pretty freaking sweet.”

I hummed, a small smile pulling at my lips. “Like what if i wished for global warming to be fixed before we totally ruin our own planet? If it was just fixed the world would freak out because… how!? Then all the people who don’t even believe in global warming would be insufferable.”

“Is this over-thinking something you’ve had to deal with a long time?”

“All my life.”

“Hm, intriguing. Go on.”

I shifted a little, fingers clasping and unclasping. “Then there’s you.”

“What about me?”

“I dunno? Is this some kind of Aladdin thing where you're trapped? Am i supposed to free you? I could not have that on my conscience either. Not freeing someone if i had the chance but like, i don’t know the genie origin story, i don’t know if freeing you is objectively a good or bad thing.”

They held up a hand. “Well, let me stop you there. This is just kind of a job. I get how it looks to you and that is my lamp and all but i don’t live in there twenty four-seven. This is just like a side thing that happens every now and then. It’s not a big deal. Usually it’s just a minor inconvenience before I get on with my own life.”

“Oh, sorry…” I couldn’t help but wonder if I messed up their plans with some other mythological creatures. A movie night, or a bowling club of magical beings.

They shook their head. “Nah, I rarely get this kind of introspection, it’s kind of amusing to listen to. You can go ahead.”

“Oh, okay…” I mumbled. “I’m just not trying to be on the list of like… top ten worst people you ever had to grant wishes to.”

The genie snorted and actually gave me a rather fond look I didn’t know what to do with. “You wouldn’t even make the top one hundred. What else you got?”

“Uh…” I scrambled to think of something. “The selfish stuff that couldn’t be explained. I could wish to lose weight but would that just be temporary? I like cake, you know? I could wish for good health but that would just enable bad habits. I could completely wish for things for other people but I know deep down I'd resent not doing a little something for myself. I could wish for books but it seems lame to wish for something I could go get myself.”

“I almost wish I could look in your head and watch how you get from one topic to another.”

“It’s the anxiety.” I hummed at that. “It’s not even a habit to plan for the worst case scenario at this point, it’s just a way of life. Anxiety blows but I'm not sure what I would do without it anymore.”

“I don’t really get anxiety.”

“I admire you for that one. Just take my word for it, it sucks. That said, I'm aware of my flaws. Dunno if i could just magic them away or magic them better.”

“What kind of flaws?”

I could list them off immediately. “Anxiety. Self doubt. No motivation. Fear of loneliness. Fear of change. Procrastination. Hoping things I don't like or want will just go away when I know they won’t.”

The genie rested their chin on their fist. “That’s a lot to be aware of.”

“Yeah well, change is hard. There’s also a fear of being too annoying. Am I annoying you? Do you have somewhere you’d rather be?”

They shrugged. “Not annoying and time is kind of a different concept for me than it is for you. Don’t worry about that. There’s nothing wrong with you trying to work out your wishes. More people should.”

“Probably easier when people can just do it immediately without putting too much thought into it.” I sighed.

“Meh,” The genie shrugged again. “Maybe easier but that doesn’t mean the wishes always work out for those people. They might consider you the wise one for over-thinking.”

“Doubt it but that’s kind to say. A lot of wishes come back to money. Things I could just do or get myself if I had money. They say money doesn’t buy happiness and I think that’s true, but it does buy hobbies. It buy’s your rent and your groceries. It buys you the security to not be constantly worried about every little thing. I’m not so sure unhappiness and money really go together at all. It’s not money’s fault that people who have it are unhappy. With money they could do anything. Travel or buy stuff, or support causes they like.”

“All of that is true.”

“True, but greedy. I try not to be greedy but there’s a difference between greedy and in need. I could make money as easily as I could go buy my own stuff but it’s hard.” I muttered. “The system is hard and it applies to everyone but I feel like too much pressure has me cracking long before everyone else.”

“You’re not alone with that feeling.”

That was true enough. “I know. I’m not the only one who feels that way at all, but that still doesn’t mean I know what to do with it. You can’t escape being an adult and all the stuff that comes with it.”

“It’s part of growing up.”

“Wish sucks as much as anxiety.” I said. “There’s a part of me who’d like to wish for magic of my own but what does that even mean? I wouldn’t be able to show anyone. I’d either be an internet sensation or a lab rat for defying the laws of…whatever non magic falls under. Is there a point in having something you can’t use all the time? How would I explain it? I can’t just throw you under the bus and say a genie gave me powers.”

The genie laughed. “There would be an uptick in people looking for us for sure.”

“And that makes me wonder what the hell other people even wish for? Is it always personal wishes that go unnoticed? I don’t even know how a person would wish for a car and then explain where it came from to their insurance.”

“People don’t usually think that far ahead.”

I flopped back against my bed with a sigh. “Normally these kinds of things feel very… fictional protagonist. You know? Find the genie, make an impossible wish and now there’s some kind of domino effect of adventure that awaits them, but i’m not protagonist material. I’m more…someone the protagonist walks past in the first episode, never to be seen again.”

The genie relaxed beside me, hands behind their head. “Would be a better story if the protagonist met you though. Sometimes they’re dumb and need someone who over thinks on their team. It would probably save them a lot of time.”

That pulled a laugh from me. “What would you wish for?”

“It’s a lame answer after all this but I just have magic, you know? I’m not particularly bound by it. Sure I gotta answer the summons when I'm called but it’s not under lock and key or anything. I guess you could just think I take wishes for granted when I can answer my own at any time.”

“Nah, I bet you know your limitations. I doubt you’re breaking your own rules and raising the dead.” I paused. “That is against the rules right? Raising the dead?”

“Yep.”

“Thought so.”

The genie snickered. “Well let’s take a look at the big picture. You do have three wishes. It’s okay to be a little selfish with one of them, and maybe help out some people you know with another. No one’s putting ‘solving world hunger’ on your shoulders.”

“That’s true. If wishes could solve everything we’d be living in some kind of perfect world, and even then someone would probably find a way to mess it up with a different wish.”

“I think you have a wise grasp on humanity. Good intentions are still good intentions though. You wanna give a wish a shot?”

I heaved a sigh and nodded. “Yeah, i guess i have a few in mind. You wanna hang out when you're not doing the wish thing some time? You’re a great sound board.”

The genie looked surprised for only a second and chuckled, “Sure, why not? This has been unexpectedly fun. Why don’t you focus on yourself for the first wish?”

“Okay.” There was still so much oddly placed dread swirling in my gut but how badly could I mess things up? To the best of my knowledge, wishes hadn’t wrecked the world before. My harmless ones would probably do very little in the grand scheme of things. “Okay. I wish…”

[rivalsforlife]

persona 4 golden playthrough update:

- I have found the True Killer At Last. was like “I’m not going to use a guide for everything” but I sure did use a guide for this. and I’m glad I did because no way would I have gotten through that Questions Gauntlet without it

- I forgot literally everything namatame did sorry dude. also a little disappointed we didn’t get to see nanako’s shadow though I get why she didn’t have one. want this little girl to be a little bit more upset about things she should be upset about sometimes

- ANYWAYS I maxed out every party member’s social link except for rise (and of course teddie but that doesn’t count). I want to max out rise as soon as possible since she’s also probably got the best navigator skills, but I still want to do a friendship only game and I don’t want to make her sad :( I will have to romance someone eventually on ng+ to get some Achievements, might pick rise so I don’t have to make her sad twice?

- turns out I was missing out on a lot of social links I forgot you have to like. talk to people. and stuff. so I’m probably going to have to do a ng+ to figure out what those people are up to. plus I missed out on a lot just not taking jobs? I took on the hospital janitor job just to get courage up (to talk to naoto) and was NOT fond about how that particular social link started.

- so it’s funny the only other social link I maxed outside party members (and the dojimas and marie) was uhhh kou ichijo who I spent time with because he shares a last name with kay. so then when they had the “remember all your friends!” it was like one guy. which was kinda funny

- also managed to max all stats which is nice

- still was only at like rank 2 at adachi because he said something that made me go :/ and then he was so low on my priority list after that I completely missed out on the rest of his social link. so that’s also a thing I want to do in a ng+ since he’s uh. a significant character.

- looked up the bad endings and accomplice ending is FUN even though I still don’t give a shit about adachi yet. because like I forgot what his whole deal was except it had something to do with being a misogynist? I know people compare him to akechi who I really like but I’m not feeling anything for him yet. like I said I don’t remember a lot of the details of this part of the game so if there was something cool I forgot. well.

- as for characters I DO like: naoto my best friend naoto!! I’m not inherently against “woman feels the need to present as male because of some societal pressures but then grows to accept femininity” or whatever, like I’ve been there, but something about the way they go about this just leaves a sour taste in my mouth? like going “I wish I was born male :( well nothing I can do about it guess I’ll have to learn to accept being a woman” isn’t really. encouraging? kind of like with kanji’s “guys can have “feminine” traits without being gay” like. that’s true! but also! in the way you’ve presented this story I think he’s just gay! 

- think it would be extremely funny if naoto goes like “that’s it... I’ll have to accept being a woman. I’ll have to learn to work through my internalized misogyny and assert myself as a successful female detective” and does that and then five years later is like “wait. I might actually be trans.”

- while we’re on this depressing note, absolutely everything with the school festival beauty pageants was horrific to sit through. aside from the sheer relief I felt when naoto just refused to participate in the swimsuit part

- I did max out dojima and nanako social links just before nanako got kidnapped so it was hard to watch. dojima finally won me over and was a decent father and then all this happens. which I think is how we’re supposed to play the game anyway

- ??? idk what else. maybe I will be able to finish this game soon and maybe p5r will come in some day. what even IS in the winter months I don’t remember a single thing about marie

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Fashion and Flames Chapter 5: Cruella De Vil- Jasper Badun x OC

Jasper Badun x Angela Young

Description: As Angela and Jasper become close while working on Cruella’s master plan, feelings finally surface between them but with no time for them to do anything about them. Will they finally get their happy ending? 

Word Count: 2.1k

Cruella, Artie and Angela arrived at an unfamiliar (to the last two) house less than an hour later with their little tribe of dressmakers in tow. They walked in without knocking and Cruella faced the group. 

“Alright everyone, find a free space and get to work. The Baroness’ charity gala is this weekend, we don’t have time to waste,” she instructed firmly before facing Angela. “Angie, there’s someone who wants to see you. Come along.” The girl shot Artie a confused look before obeying the woman, following her upstairs. 

“Who is it?” She inquired, not even attempting to hide the curiosity in her tone. 

“Always so impatient, Angela,” the woman teased over her shoulder as she walked over to a window, gesturing to it. “Go on.” Angela raised an eyebrow at her incredulously, but sighed and looked out the window once Cruella shot her a pointed look. She instantly lit up when she realized that Jasper was standing on the small balcony outside, facing the sun as it began to set. She had no idea how he wasn’t still in jail, but to be honest she really didn’t care.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Cruella muttered before walking away, but Angela barely heard her. She was thankful that she opted for pants instead of a skirt today as she carefully opened the window and climbed through. Jasper turned around upon hearing shuffling behind him, and a smile immediately appeared on his face as Angela made her way over to him. 

“Hi,” she muttered before she could stop herself. She didn’t really know what else to say as she stared up at him. Maybe she was still in disbelief about the situation. 

“Hey,” he breathed out, his smile widening. Angela opened her mouth to say something, but couldn’t find any words. She finally closed her mouth and instead pulled him into a tight hug. Jasper was obviously surprised by the suddenness of it, but he found himself hugging back immediately. 

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” she all but whimpered, her voice muffled by his shirt. “I thought you guys…” She couldn’t finish her thought, not even wanting to tempt the possibility. 

“Hey, look at me,” he instructed, to which she obliged. “We’re okay, all of us. There’s nothing for you to worry about.” She had to admit his words comforted her, but it didn’t take back the absolute fear she felt when she first read that newspaper. It seemed that he could tell what she was thinking because he attempted to lighten the mood. 

“Were you worried about us?” He teased lightheartedly, which made her giggle as she looked at him once more. 

“You would love it if I was, wouldn’t you?” She responded in the same tone. Jasper shrugged with a nonchalant look, but he grinned when the girl laughed again. 

“Well, I was worried about you,” he responded simply. “I didn’t know what you’d think when you heard about the fire.”

“I knew that you guys didn’t do it,” she said genuinely, moving to take a seat on the edge of the balcony. “You may not have liked Cruella’s attitude, but not enough for murder or arson, especially of your own home.” Jasper chuckled as he sat beside her. 

“Very true,” he muttered before looking at her. “I missed you.” Angela couldn’t help the giggle that left her lips. 

“It’s only been a few days since I’ve seen you,” she pointed out. 

“Still,” he shrugged. She grinned softly then rested her hand over his. 

“If it’s any consolation, I missed you too.” That made him grin once more, and he turned his hand over and grasped hers. They sat there for a minute before a knock was heard on the window, which effectively caught their attention. 

“Sorry lovebirds, Cruella wants us to get to work,” Artie called from the other side of the window with a bright smile. The nickname made both of them blush, and Angela was quick to avert her eyes from Jasper’s shy gaze. Her eyes caught Artie’s before he turned, and he shot his friend an apologetic smile. She brushed it off before facing the man beside her. 

“I’ll see you later?” She asked hopefully, receiving a nod from him. 

“Definitely.” Angela nodded and stood, dusting herself off. She offered him a quick goodbye before climbing back through the window to find Artie, leaving the man watching after her longingly (though she didn’t see it). 

Work had been almost nonstop since the plan was set in motion, but Angela didn’t mind. She loved the adrenaline that ran through John’s house at all times. Everyone was excited to be on board and they wanted to make it perfect just as much as Cruella did. Unfortunately, Angela didn’t get the chance to talk to Jasper until the day of the charity gala as she had to help a few others with last minute details then had to get ready herself. 

Angela dressed in a form fitting half black and half white gown with off the shoulder short sleeves and pulled her hair up into a bun. Once she was happy with her look, she decided to go around and help anyone who needed help getting ready. The first door she happened upon was Jasper’s, who had opened it just enough for someone to see through. 

The man in question was standing at a full length mirror fully dressed, aside from his tie. He looked wonderful, Angela thought. The suit really did him justice because it was like him: simple. Jasper never cared for extravagant outfits, and that opinion has stayed with him to this day. He was just wearing a simple tux, nothing added, just the suit. He seemed to be focused on his appearance though, as he hadn’t greeted her, or noticed her at all. Upon closer inspection, Angela realized he was having trouble with his bowtie. She knocked twice on the door, waiting for him to call her in before entering.

“Having trouble Jas?” she inquired in a teasing tone. His shoulders shook as he chuckled and  turned around to make a witty comeback, but paused. Any retort he had died on his tongue as he looked her up and down in shock, which made Angela smile. 

“Wow, uh, you look incredible,” he complimented, still looking blown away. She blushed in response and absentmindedly smoothed her dress down. 

“Thank you, but that’s not why I’m here. Give me your bowtie please,” she instructed, holding her hand out for the piece of fabric. Jasper looked like he wanted to protest, but ultimately gave in. The girl thanked him and stepped closer, wrapping the tie around the back of his neck. Her eyes stayed on his neck as she tied it, too shy to look into his eyes with how close they were. Meanwhile, he couldn’t find it in himself to look away from her. She looked so cute when she concentrated, usually she hit her lip but not tonight unless she wanted to risk ruining her lipstick. 

Once she was done, she straightened out his tie then slid her hand to the collar of his nice shirt and folded it down. Only then did she finally look at him.  

“All done,” she broke off, noticing the look he was giving her. She couldn’t quite figure out the look in his eyes, but she knew that it was nothing bad. 

“I- uh,” she started, but she had no words to finish her thought. Not like she had the chance anyway. 

“Time to go!” Artie called down the hall. Both their heads snapped to the doorway, then to each other. 

“I- uh, I should be going,” Angela muttered quickly, stepping away from him and ignoring the loss she felt from not being so close to him anymore. 

“Right,” he responded with an awkward smile. “Uh, good luck.” His hands went into his pockets as she shot him a dazzling smile. 

“You as well. See you out there,” she responded before walking out of his room, closing the door behind her and trying to get her heart rate back to normal.

She arrived with Artie, showing their “invitation” to John, who let them in with a knowing look. They gave him their coats then headed to the ballroom filled with black and white wigs in memory of Cruella before splitting up to make sure that everything went according to plan. She caught Jasper’s eyes several times, which made her grin and look away shyly, practically hearing his chuckle from across the room without looking at him.

With one last nod to each other, Angela sent him a wink and continued to walk around. Once it was time to get everyone outside to the cliff, Angela went arm in arm with Artie to see why was happening. The Baroness was talking to Estella right beside the railing between the property and the cliff. Her eyebrows furrowed as she watched the Baroness hug the girl, then gasped in horror after the woman promptly pushed her over the railing. Angela’s knees buckled under her, but she quickly caught herself so she didn’t bump into Artie. All breath left her lungs as the Baroness began claiming that Estella had jumped. Just faintly, she could feel her friend grip her arm. 

“Come on,” he muttered, beginning to pull her towards the front of the mansion. Jasper and John were already there looking like they were waiting for someone. Upon hearing the girl’s sniffle, Jasper turned to the approaching duo. 

“Jas, sh-she- I…Estella-“ she attempted to stutter out, but she had a hard time even doing that. She barely registered the man’s arms wrapping around her in a tight embrace. 

“Shh shh shh, it’s okay Angie,” he muttered soothingly, kissing the top of her head. “Just trust us, everything goes according to plan.” That confused Angela. Surely he saw the Baroness push Estella, why was she the only one distraught? 

“What-“ 

“Here she comes,” John informed them, cutting off Angela’s question. She followed the man’s line of sight, and saw a vehicle driving towards them rather quickly. Her eyes widened when she realized that it was a very familiar black and white Panther De Ville. The four of them went back a few steps as the car skidded to a halt in front of them. Everyone else surrounded the now parked car, and the girl’s mouth dropped open as Cruella de Vil stepped out of her car. 

“No way,” she breathed out with a small laugh. 

“Didn’t I tell you to trust us?” Jasper muttered into her ear, arm going around her shoulder and squeezing it. She couldn’t help but laugh and faced him. Before she knew what she was doing, Angela grabbed the folds of his suit jacket and pulled him closer to her, pressing an impassioned kiss to his lips. Though initially surprised at first, Jasper's arms went to her waist and he held her hips firmly in his hands. Angela was the first to pull away, her eyes opening just enough to look at him. 

“I- um...sorry. That was a heat of the moment thing,” she tried to excuse, blushing profusely. The man in front of her only smiled a toothy grin and pulled her even closer to him. 

“I don’t regret it,” he responded at the same volume. “I love you Angela.” His words made her heart swell with joy and a bright smile graced her lips. 

“I love you too.” The man shook his head with a small chuckle. 

“I can’t believe it took two faked deaths and a few days in jail for us to admit it,” he explained upon noticing her curious gaze. That made her giggle. 

“I guess Cruella has rubbed off on us a bit more than we’d like to admit,” she answered, glancing at the still posing woman with a fond look. Jasper nodded, though he was still looking at her. He didn’t get to say anything before someone else spoke.

“Can’t you idiots see,” The Baroness muttered as they passed the group. “That Estella person, that’s a trick! She’s really Cruella!” 

“Cruella de Vil,” Cruella announced with a triumphant smirk. Angela shook her head in disbelief at the sight in front of her as the Baroness was shoved into the police car a few feet away. Camera flashed practically blurred her vision as Cruella urged them to stand beside her for the cameras. She stood to the woman’s right with Jasper on the other side of her, arm still around her waist comfortably. 

Things were much different after that. Angela and Jasper began dating, that one was a no-brainer. Now that the Baroness was in jail, they had no reason to worry about Cruella going crazy for revenge again, and Angela was happy to continue working for her along with Artie, John, Horace and especially Jasper. Angela had always fantasized about getting a happy ending with someone that she loved and they loved her that she read in fairytales. It was a little unorthodox, but she could tell that she got what she wished for. That was enough for her.

[slightlyaboveaverageiq]

The Whisperer: Part 6 (Wally Clark Fic)

A/N: The scene previous is going to be implied (so I guess really this can be considered non smut part five) though not explicitly stated.

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I’ve decided that whoever made school start before 8 am deserved a special place in hell. Actually I could probably ask Dawn, find the ghost, find out who was responsible for his after life and then insure that the rest of it was hell for him. Because unfortunately I did not gain the ability to just banish people to hell or send them to heaven or wherever the hell it is spirits that are at peace go.

“Well someone had a busy night last night.” I rolled my eyes and ignored Rhonda’s playful smirk remembering what she had said in seventh period before I went home. She wasn’t wrong that was exactly what I had thought about but it wasn’t like everyone else needed to know that. RHONDA herself didn’t need to know that. Not that I think she would tell anyone, Dawn probably but I’ve just convinced myself that Dawn magically knows everything and plays dumb.

“Ohhh does Morgie have a boyfriend? Or Girlfriend. I’m gay and it is the 21st century so who am I to assume anything?” Charly casually threw his arm over my shoulder like he was waiting for me to tell him I was pregnant with a billionaires baby while also trying to act like he wasn’t that interested in the possibility. I tried to ignore the fact that Wally hung back from the group a little bit when Charly said that and also tried to ignore Rhonda’s very pointed look.

“Yes it’s name is organic chemistry and is currently fucking me in the ass without lube.” Apparently no one was expecting that because Charly simply dropped his arm, Wally spit his water everywhere and Rhonda choked on her lollipop. Actually Dawn was the one who acted like the adult in the situation surprisingly enough.

“Mori you’re gonna make them all die a second time if you keep being so blunt.” She didn’t even seem that disturbed just watched everyone casually choking to death without attempting to help. Then again they are ghosts so can they die a second time?

“I’m sorry guys I didn’t sleep well last night and im just grouchy right now, and the little demon is giving me a hard time about something we talked about yesterday.” I closed my locker and headed to first period knowing fully well my adopted group of ghosties were trialing close behind me.

“What did you and Mori talk about?” Charly fake whispered to Rhonda and I made sure to hit both of them in the face with the door when I opened it.

“Sex dreams.”

And once again everyone just about fucking died, myself included but mine would have been from embarrassment. I shuffled to my seat and crossed my arms over my face hiding my blushing cheeks. I felt a piece of paper poking trying to slide under my arms. This was so not the time what I wanted to have a conversation with them after that comment.

/They’re gone, you can come out now. -Dawn/ Oh thank Jesus. I slowly raised my head and saw that it was just Dawn sitting there giving me a smile with her head off to the side like she as a cocker spaniel. There’s no way she has more than 6 brain cells working at the same time. /Wally and Charly followed Rhonda out asking her what the hell she was talking about. Don’t worry though Rhonda likes you and even if she didn’t she wouldn’t talk about that./

Well that was a relief, and I was glad that it was Dawn that has stayed behind to check on me. Anyone really as long as it wasn’t Wally. I needed to get laid, that’s all it was everyone at my old school thought I was bat shit insane and I had been left hanging too many times. Or I just needed a battery operated boyfriend since I’ve spoken to exactly zero humans at the school. ~I know she wouldn’t I just wasn’t expecting her to say that~

/I don’t think she was either, she had an oh shit look on her face when she did and then she ran out./

So there were a couple plus sides to this, Rhonda felt bad that she almost hinted at the fact that I hinted at the fact that I had inappropriate thoughts about Wally, Wally and Charly had no idea what she was talking about and lastly Wally hasn’t touched me today.

/Do you want to talk about it?/

~Rhonda basically told me yesterday that she noticed Wally gave me goosebumps and she knew I was turned on~

/Oh, and she told Wally?/

~NO! but that’s what she was talking about sex dreams and it’s not like I want Wally and Charly to know~

Dawn quickly reached over and ripped the note away from me before shoving it in her mouth. I was about to say something before I looked up to see the three of them had returned.

“Jesus Dawn why did you eat the damn paper?” Wally sat backwards on the chair and Charly perched himself on my desk while Rhonda hovered near me.

“It was a super secret note.”

“Well what were you talking about?” Why is Wally the only one doing all the talking is God trying to punish me? Because apparently not only does Wally’s touch give me goosebumps so does his voice.

“Sex dreams.”

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.” Well… there goes Wally and the chair that he just launched across the room.

[l0st-l0ser]

Taking advantage of the sun today because it’s been rainy as shit and me and dexter needed to get out of the house. I went to Toyota school this morning, I sat next to Craig and Will. Not going to lie, I was nervous you were going to show up. Kind of sad you weren’t there.

I’ve been meaning to find the words to respond to your message, I’ve had this in my drafts for a while��I guess nows the time to post it?

Hi.

I recently saw that you messaged me on here for my birthday last year. LOL. Thank you, it was a good birthday. This years was good as well. I tried replying but for some reason my messages won’t go through. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Not going to lie, reading your last post made my heart break a little for you. I hear and feel everything you’re saying.

I’m sorry you’ve lost yourself. I’m sorry you’re still stuck in the same situation you’ve been in for a decade. It’s easy for anyone on the outside to say “if you’re not happy, then just walk away”

It’s easier said than done. It’s hard to walk away from comfort and from someone you care about. You do care about her, or else you wouldn’t be with her for this long. I know you guys probably have good moments and memories together, and that alone is hard to walk away from. No matter what your relationship is, miserable or not, You’ve clearly built some kind of life together. It’s just a matter of really asking yourself if that is the life you want. I think it’s hard for you to open up and talk about it because you feel judged or you feel like an asshole, or maybe you’re afraid of saying the wrong thing. I do think it’s sad that she doesn’t try to get to know you on a deeper level. Like she knows you, but she doesn’t know the real you. But I also think that’s partly your fault. You have to open up, allow her to get to know the real you. Ya know? She won’t know who you are and what you want out of life or a partner if you don’t. I will say what I’ve said for years, I think you deserve better, and I also think she deserves better.

I think at one point in my life, I’m sure I told you I wanted to help you grow emotionally and do life with you. I’m sorry you felt I didn’t.

When you and I were together, I was so young. I was crazy, acted a damn fool, and said a lot of hurtful things to you that I regret. I can never take those words back, but I can apologize for them and hope for forgiveness. We were both young and crazy. I’m proud to say that over the last 4 years, I’ve done a lot of soul searching, worked through some trauma, worked on my mental health, and I’m actually happy. Sure I’ve still got some crazy in me, but I’ve grown a lot. I think you’d be pleasantly surprised. I’m still the same funny Becca, just with a different mindset, different outlook on life, and I have mad respect for myself. I really think you’d be proud of me.

I went through some really dark times after my mom died. Something changes in you when you lose someone that close to you. My Life definitely changed forever. I sat in my sadness for over a year. I sat with my grief. I sat with my trauma. And the hardest part was, I sat by myself. I didn’t know how to move forward or how to deal with life. I felt stuck, like I was in a routine and like my life was just meant to be shitty. I couldn’t tell you what it was that made me snap out of it, and it of course didn’t happen overnight… it wasn’t easy pulling myself out of the darkness, but I knew it was possible. I took things day by day. Well, minute by minute really. Slowly things started looking up. I feel like I am living proof that you can grow as a person, you can heal, and you can move forward. That’s how I know the life you desire is a possible thing for you too. You have to save yourself before you can help save anyone else.

I’m happy to be alive. I’m so glad that my trauma and everything in my life has lead me to where I am right now. Sure, I thought my life would be different, like I thought I’d be married with kids by now. But I’m not going to lie, I’m happy I’m not because I don’t really want kids. I fully believe everything happens for a reason and I truly feel blessed to be where I am in life! Sure, my life still has flaws… like my weight, it’s gone up and down and up and down… but grief, drugs, and alcohol will do that to you. I’m at my heaviest right now, which puts me down but honestly my mental state was more important to me than what’s on the outside. And I’m still beautiful, big or not.

I don’t know if you want a life update on me but I’m going to give it to you anyways… lol.

I inherited my grandmas house after my mom passed. It was really hard living here at first, But I feel like I’ve done a pretty good job making it my own home. It’s old as eggs and small, but to me it’s home! I have so many childhood memories here and I’ve already made some good adult memories here too. It’s been almost 4 years and Its still weird to think that I am a home owner. LOL. I try to do 1 big project on the house every year. This year is my back patio! I had the roof of it replaced, painted the siding of the house back there, got some furniture, string lights, and of course have been adding my cool boho hippie style touch to it.

I’m still at Toyota. I’ve been a Main shop advisor there for about 4ish years! It’s definitely not forever but I do think I’m pretty kick ass at my job lol.

I finally sold my Subaru! My brother in law bought it from me. I currently drive a 4Runner and I love it so much.

Charlie and Dexter are still my boys. Charlie is 11?12? I forget. He’s getting old though, has trouble jumping on things sometimes and needs help… but he’s still huge and a big fluff ball. Dexter is 9, almost 10. He’s still a puppy at heart. I honestly don’t know where the f he gets all his energy from lol.

I’m still a summer girl. I’ve been paddle boarding and kayaking a lot the last 2 summers.

I’ve been going on vacations and exploring places. I went to Vegas and Texas last year and had a blast. I also went down to bend Oregon, floated the deschutes river with my friends and went to a reggae concert there. I loved bend! I would move there if I could. This year I went to Joshua tree for my birthday, it was wonderful. I was Basically shroomin in the desert for a week LOL! I went to Vegas recently for a concert, it was hot as ball there but I had a freaking blast.

I am currently dating someone, his name is Alex. He’s a tall nerdy metal head. I won’t go into too much detail about him, but he’s cool. He’s been one of my besties for a few years now. It’s pretty rad being in a relationship with your best friend.

I hope you know that I’ll always be here for you, as a friend. You were a big part of my life for a while, and I will always hold you close to my heart. I truly wish nothing but the best for you. I know you think that we can’t be friends without being more, but I would certainly like to try. I hope you have the courage to text me, because I would definitely reply. I hope someday we can be friends again.

Xoxo

Rebecca

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I like you very much! If you suddenly disappeared, I would be distressed and upset and if you stayed away for long, I would be devastated. (I’m being serious. I’m I writer and I don’t use words lightly.)

It sounds like you are believing a lot of lies about yourself: that you exist to hurt people, that no one would miss you if you left, that you have to deal with troubles alone, that the emotions of other people are more important than yours… these are all lies. It sounds like you already recognize that in your head but your heart has yet to be convinced.

I want to tell you that there is hope. As time passes your heart will learn the truths: that you are loved, that you deserve care and comfort, that people do value you and would miss you if you left, that you are not alone, that your life and your existence does NOT hurt people but it enriches their lives. It will take a while for your heart to know these truths: weeks, months, even years, but it will happen. I have hope that it will, I am confident that it will, I KNOW that it will someday come to pass.

I know this because I was there once. I’ve been to that hell too and I’ve made it out alive.

When I was a kid, I grew up in a dysfunctional household with abusive and neglectful guardians that were not my parents. My guardians and my siblings were all neurodivergent but no one knew how because my guardians believed that “there was no such thing” as anxiety or autism or OCD etc. I was so weird that I had no friends. And I used to think that I was unlovable, that no one cared about me, or seek out my company or value what I have to say and that no one would ever remember my name

Eventually, I graduated high school and left that toxic place and traveled far away and made my own way in the world. And as I’ve gone on, I’ve met nicer, better people who DID learn and remember my name, who invited me to hang out, who stayed by me in hard times. And slowly I learned the truths, that it was possible for someone to love or care about me, that my life was worth something, that I have value. It’s taken years, but I have mostly worked my way from believing lies to believing truths.

I’ve come a long way but I’m not all the way there yet. I often interact on anon because I’m afraid people won’t like me as much anymore if they knew what my main blog was. I know that’s not true in my head, but my heart isn’t quite convinced yet. But I know the day will come when I am comfortable enough to reveal myself (or I’ll accidentally forget to hit “anon” in the ask box, haha).

Thank you for sharing a little of what you’re going through. Thanks for letting us know so we could help carry your burden. No one can do life alone. I don’t know about everyone else, but I know that I like you too much to let you try.

And yes, as the other person said, it is truly an honor and a privilege to meet you. I am so glad that I found you. You are an utter delight to know. Even though you’re going through a hard time and things are messy and confusing, know that no matter what you think or feel or believe, no matter what anyone else tells you…

You are worth knowing.

And you are so very loved.

I have more to say, but I am petsitting for someone and have to go feed their cats and their guinea pig. But I’ll be back later. I’ll be here for you everyday for as long as you need even if it is forever.

There is always hope!

~ 🌲

P.S. And look at that! Linked Universe just updated! And it is a happy and hopeful update indeed!

You're such a sweet person, Evergreen, I'm glad you're out of that situation now. It's terrible when you feel that there's no one in your corner, even worse when it's family on top of friends (or lack thereof) who seem to ridicule you. It leaves such a lasting impression, it shapes your entire being, which has always felt so unfair. Never feel like we won't still adore you for being you, but also never feel pressured to reveal yourself - do what feels right for you, love.

Honestly, I just hope it gets better than it has been, I want to return to normal soon. I only have 3 or so months until I'm out of my school and onto something better hopefully.

Sorry, I don't have much to say right now, it's been a lot to fathom all this love and support. I just don't know where to store it in my head right now lol. I read this like literally 12 hours ago and had to sit on it because I had school and then just didn't know what to say lol

(P.S. This was the first thing I woke up to this morning and so I rushed over to the LU blog to see the update. It's made me feel better lol, thanks! It's just everything I need right now.)

((P.P.S. I saw all the hearts and love ask and I think I might just keep it in my inbox for harder times ^^))

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mc enemiez! ( ✶ ) chapter 18 : first episode // word count : 2.3k

⸝⸝ SYNOPSIS ‎𐪆 despite jungwon being a #humble leader, he was kinda salty about the fact that his almighty title of the “youngest leader in k-pop” has been taken by blackpink’s brand new juniors. the world goes against jungwon’s wishes in staying as far away from her as possible when they both end up being the new mcs for ‘the show’. ₊˚✸ ༘

today was the day everyone has been waiting for; the first episode. you stood in front of the salon’s mirror, immediately feeling the same nerves you felt when you had just debuted. everything had to be as perfect as you could make it so hopefully jungwon wouldn’t mess up.

you were so caught up in your own little bubble that you barely noticed arms sliding around your waist. you frowned after looking up to see a smiling jihye right behind you as she rested her chin on your shoulder.

“first day nerves?” she asks as you respond with a quick nod.

rest of the story is below!

glitch be gone!

“don’t worry, you’re going to do great… it’s yoonah you have to worry about.” you both look at a sulking yoonah who was being “bodyguarded” by your manager.

“yoon can handle herself. what i’m worried about is what exactly i’d do to jungwon.”

“hm.. enhypen sunbaenim are going to be there, right? why not make jungwon jealous?”

“jungwon? jealous? of his own members? no. that’s not a good idea, unnie. i’ve never seen jungwon jealous before. i need something else…”

“use yeonies le—“ yoonah began but her mouth was quickly covered by your manager.

“i think you have nothing to worry about, y/n. just stay pretty and jungwon will regret everything.” meiju reassured you while tucking a section of your hair behind your ear.

thankfully, the sly winks each of the members gave to each other became unnoticed as you were too consumed in your own thoughts to bother.

you were honestly glad the members cleared up their “definitely busy” schedules to watch your debut as a music show mc.

jungwon was lucky his group was already scheduled to be filming for the show for their comeback. sometimes you envied enhypen for constantly being able to release new content but you wondered if enhypen envied arcane for doing the opposite. honestly, probably not.

as soon as you and your group arrived in the sbs building, you all entered your designated waiting room which was right across from jungwon’s.

it was quite obvious it was his waiting room not only because his name was posted on a card next to the door but also because you could hear all the noise coming from inside.

yoonah groaned and crossed her arms in front of her chest, “i wish i could barge in there and kick him in the shin…” she began before looking at your manager who was already glaring at her, “but i won’t do that because it’s rude and disrespectful to our seniors…”

“good job, yoon.” you patted her head.

not even a minute after you all enter the dressing room, you hear a knock on the door and before you know it, almost the entirety of enhypen are scattered around the room.

“woah, why doesn’t jungwon hyung have a nice waiting room like this one?”

“sunoo! don’t eat that, it’s not ours.”

“no, riki. i’m still better than you at soccer. i can beat you right now!”

“no, i’m friends with jiyeon so it’s fine… woah… these taste so good… heeseung hyung! you have to try these.”

“yah! ugh i really can’t do anything to make them stop.”

you looked around the room in an attempt to find jungwon but to no success. you were glad the members, though still a little weary of your manager, were able to somewhat interact with enhypen normally… with an exception of yoonah who was still being held back.

you felt someone tap on your shoulder and whisper a faint “hey” which startled you to the point that you jumped a little.

maybe you put your hopes up a little too high thinking it was jungwon since you immediately got disappointed after seeing a smiling sunghoon right before you.

“oh, hey sunghoon sunbae.”

sunghoon left out a small laugh, “are you disappointed it’s me?”

“ah! no! it’s seriously not like that! i’m sorry…”

“it’s fine, it’s probably the first-day nerves. i had that too when i started mcing… you’ll do great though, i can’t wait to watch you guys later!” he started, before his gaze went to niki and sunoo fighting over a snack. “oh, and sorry about my members…”

“it’s fine. the rest of the members seem to be enjoying their company anyways… by the way, have you seen jungwon?”

“wonie? last time i saw him, he was still preparing for later but i’m not exactly sure where he is now. best if you don’t disturb him for now though, he’s sort of going through a phase.”

“ah.. alright then.”

a few minutes passed and you seemed to be having a pretty good conversation with sunghoon. he gave you tips and things he learned while being mc in music bank and you were definitely going to use them.

the first time you saw jungwon that day was when you were both called onstage. the difference of the trip there from the last time you both went on stage together was that jungwon was both ignoring you and walking quickly, and there were a lot more people there.

jungwon’s long legs with the addition of performers and staff scattered around the hallways made it nearly impossible to reach him.

“jung- jungwon! wait!” you said as you practically chased jungwon down while trying your best to still be respectful to everyone you crossed paths with.

once you entered, you already saw jungwon reading his cue cards while getting his final touch ups onstage. as you went up, you bravely stood next to jungwon and nudged him just a little bit.

“hey.” you whispered. however, the response you got was something unexpected — he just looked at you as if you dug up injang from the grave, ate it, then ate miniwon and garden for dessert.

“okay, not hey…” you looked away, desperate to find something else to do after that somewhat embarrassing moment.

operation: get jungwon back to the old friendly jungwon by being clingy and extra nice was an immediate fail.

the lights of the stage turned on as the cameramen prepared all of their equipment in order to have a successful stage with no malfunctions while both of your staff were doing final touch ups to your hair, makeup, and clothes.

you smile at your members who were silently cheering behind the camera at the audience’s area. usually fans would fill those seats but since it wasn’t allowed, arcane and enhypen would have to do.

“action!”

“the only k-pop show you need!”

“it’s live and it’s”

“the show!”

“hello! i’m the show’s soft cat-like center y/n!”

“and i’m playful cat prince jungwon!”

“jungwon, did you know today is a very special day?”

“oh? why is that, y/n?“

“because, jungwon, today is our first day being mcs! woo!”

“woah! y/n, we should definitely celebrate our first day together.”

“of course we will! we’ll have a lot of fun on our first day, together with a bunch of amazing artists such as…”

on the bright side, the introduction to the show went really well. the most surprising part would definitely be how jungwon acted like there was nothing wrong, as if you both were still friends.

it sort of hurt you a bit after realizing he was only faking it for the fans now but at least you both did a good job as first time mcs.

you didn’t wanna admit this out loud but you felt a small tingle in your stomach every time you made eye contact with jungwon. maybe it was the tingle of pain and embarrassment.

once the camera stopped rolling on you, you didn’t even bother to spare jungwon a glance as you immediately walked off stage to leave him just standing there awkwardly.

you arrived in your waiting room, where the members were supposed to be waiting, to find out that everyone was nowhere in sight.

it disappointed you, of course, knowing that your members probably went home immediately after that stage and you might have missed them just by a hair.

you sat down and scrolled through the comments of your latest twitter post while waiting for the next stages to finish.

while you were doing that, jungwon was searching for his members everywhere. sure, you might think your members went home but enhypen were scheduled film something there so it was impossible they went home too.

after looking for what seems like forever, jungwon had no choice but to knock on your door. of course, when you opened it to reveal him, you immediately closed it again and went back to your seat.

jungwon already knew your waiting room door wasn’t locked so he just invited himself inside anyways.

“why are you here?”

“i’m mc too.”

“yeah, but this is my waiting room.”

“it doesn’t matter.” jungwon said before searching every place his members could be hiding from him.

you stood up and started watching in disbelief. “what are you doing?”

“looking for my members.”

“in a drawer? gosh, you’re unbelievable. i think you should just go.”

“not until you bring me to my members.”

“i. don’t. have. your members. please leave.”

“no.”

“why not?”

“because my members are missing.”

“okay, and? mine are too and do you see me looking inside spaces they clearly can’t fit in? no. so go.”

“you obviously know where they are so take me to them.”

“how would i know where they are?”

“you left the stage before me, didn’t you? you probably stole them from my room and brought them into another room.”

“how could i possibly steal six guys when even their shortest member needs to look down to see me?”

“are you calling me enhypen’s shortest member?”

“are you not?”

“no that’s- that’s beside the point… just show me to my members.”

“okay, fine.” you took his wrist and pulled him into his waiting room before storming out and back into your own.

right when you opened the door, the first thing you heard was your phone. thankfully, it was just jihye calling. she probably wanted to compliment you with the rest of the members.

“unnie! hi-“

“jiyeon’s missing. we can’t find her anywhere, i’m so stressed out.”

“wait what? where’d you last see her.”

“she was with sunoo… and niki! they all went missing.”

“where are you? i’ll go there.”

“wait! i’m in the hallway. i’m close to your room.”

“okay,”

“go outside now.”

you opened the door of your waiting room, not to see jihye but to see heeseung and jungwon going outside as well.

“ah, great! you’re here too.” heeseung said before looking around for something, probably in search of sunoo and niki.

“i’m here!” jihye said as she placed her hands on her knees while panting.

“okay, i heard sunoo and niki are missing too and since they were with yeonie, they probably are together. so i suggest we split up in pairs so we can find them on time.” you say.

“okay! i can go with heeseung.” jihye responded before almost immediately dragging him away.

“i’m going on my own, then.”

“yang jungwon, didn’t you hear? i said in pairs, it’ll save us a lot more time… next thing we know, you might be the one missing instead.”

“fine.”

you and jungwon have been walking in silence for who knows how long at this point. it was of course, awfully awkward and silent, though when has it not recently? as you both turned the corner, the barely lit hallway seemed to be abandoned by everyone.

“are you sure we're supposed to be here..?” jungwon asks while instinctively holding your arm.

“probably not, let’s go.” you grab jungwon’s hand which was holding onto your arm and pulled him into the dark hallway.

“y/n, i don’t think we should go here…”

“do you wanna find your members or not?”

“i do but i don’t think they’d wander off here… niki and sunoo, probably… but they’d be back by now. jiyeon, on the other hand, i’m not exactly sure. you told me she didn’t like scary things.”

“she doesn’t but she might act tough if your members were around.”

“boo!” jungwon let out a loud yell while his head turned back in fear after feeling someone shake him which made you do the same.

you let out a relieved sigh once you came back to your senses to see sunoo, niki, and jiyeon laughing at the reaction they got out of you both. only a small glance could tell how annoyed jungwon was at his members though it was obvious he was just having a little bit of fun too.

“oh thank god it was just you guys…”

“ew hyung, why are you two holding hands?” niki so obviously pointed out, making the both of you let go almost immediately.

“we weren’t! my hands are free and you’re delusional from the prank you pulled. let’s go.” jungwon said before pulling niki and sunoo away by the arm.

the day passed by quickly but you couldn’t help but think about the fact that you and jungwon actually held hands. it was so weird how comfortable it was for you, it seemed like nothing.

it was still sad how it went back to how it normally was before the incident but you were still glad jungwon showed his true self to you even if it was just because he was scared.

you spent most of your free time with sunghoon since jungwon always managed to keep himself busy whether it be practicing or just spending time with his members.

of course despite this, jungwon took notice — how could he not? every corner he looks at has you having fun with sunghoon in it most of the time.

he sort of regret being so mean to you, especially because you’ve been nice to him for the most part though he had too much pride left in him to just leave the cold mean jungwon façade behind so quickly.

sure, sunghoon was really fun to be around but little did jungwon know that the only thing you really wished for was him to spend time with you instead.

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⸝⸝ NOTE ‎𐪆 kinda realize how this au is like 1% mc and 99% jungwon being jealous hm … doesn’t matter though i don’t think 😁 anyways jungwon rly said “todays our first day… of being mcs” the show is wilding

⸝⸝ TAGLIST ‎𐪆 [status : open for taglist 2 / italics can’t be tagged] @enhacolor @youngbloodslut @ceoyjw @lunaflvms @enhyped-up @yizhoutv @fairycheol @kissuzies @yvesismywife @ja4hyvn @wony6ung @vlykai @woopetals @papiibuprofen @hiqhkey @bloodylovelymary @luvarots @missmadwoman @hoonstrology @mitsukifilms @soobin-chois @venusesroses @bearseulgs @jiwlys @jaywonlix @jungwonniecore @awkwardnesshabitat @xuanya @ultnishimura @yjwfav @shynypeacekitten @stealanity @wonfiles @renjunvrse @niocity @higamersitsbarney @jwlvr @maeumiluv @annoyingbitch83 @darrensos @odetoyeonjun @s35nbae @nrksrealgf @afiaaaa19 @moonchilddfics @myluckycat @c9tnoos @yogurteume @gguksblush @drunkwithfever @staysstrays @limiliib @penghoonz @acciomylove @soobsdior

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Accidentally Injuring Their Partner PT. 2

Part One Here

Y’all- the last one is like, my most popular post. As I’m currently writing this, it’s literally almost at 1K notes so... yeah. This one needed a lot of thought and effort if it’s going to meet people’s expectations. 

Please read the note I added at the end of the fic

Genre: angst

Type: drabbleshot

Warnings: gore, mentions of hospitals, crying, cursing, toxic relationships, self blame, some real ‘who cares how I feel, how do you feel?’ kind of unhealthy vibes, hazbin hotel reference (found in Todoroki’s section), talking down on oneself,

Other: this was requested multiple times, but this bitch was planning it before it was requested haha I’m so cool no I’m not I still feel like shit lmao. 

Angst Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore

Tomura Shigaraki

It was really all he could do to stare at you.

You’d moved from the theatre to an abandonment hospital, mostly to find any leftover supplies to help with your arm, or rather, lack thereof.

You’d only sort of expected this. Tomura lashing out at you, you getting hurt, you just didn’t expect it to result in you loosing a fucking arm.

Toga was helping to change your bandages, and Magne was speaking quietly with Twice, Spinner, and Compress.

Dabi was speaking with Shigaraki outside the room, and you couldn’t hear what they were saying. You were glad, you didn’t exactly want to hear his voice right now.

You didn’t think you were being that annoying, you thought you were just helping him. And you usually did. When he’d have his little tantrums, he’d get upset at you sure, but he’d never hurt you.

You knew you didn’t do anything differently than usual, maybe he was just more stressed than ordinary? Maybe you should’ve recognized that and altered yourself to fit accordingly.

Or maybe he’d just been horrible, and attacked you for no reason, and you had just been trying to help him.

You knew it was more likely the latter, but you couldn’t help but blame yourself. People don’t just try to kill their partners that they love so much

The door slid open, and Dabi stepped in. He glanced around the room, waving his hand to usher Magne, Spinner, Twice, and Compress out of the room. Today stood up, but you grabbed her hand.

Dabi pushed the door open a little wider, and your boyfriend stepped inside. For once, you were glad he had that horrible hand in his face, you knew that if he took it off you’d probably vomit.

“Call us in if you need anything.” Dabi offered uncharacteristically, sliding the door shut behind him.

Everything was quiet.

Not even the people in the hallway wanted to say anything.

He slowly walked towards you, pulling up a chair and sitting down.

You sat cross-legged on the creaky hospital bed, staring at him as Toga held your hand.

“Why are you here?” You asked quietly.

“I- I um. Why is she here?” Tomura ignored your question, pointing to Toga next to you.

“She’s here because she chopped off my arm after you dusted it. She’s here because she saved my life. Why are you here, Tomura?”

One of his hands lifted to his neck, scratching lightly.

“Shit- I didn’t want anyone else in here-“

“Why not? Don’t want anyone to see you loose yourself and hurt me more? Don’t want anyone here to save me?” You snapped.

“You- you know I didn’t mean it-“

“It doesn’t matter if you meant it or not, Shigaraki.” He flinched away when you spat out his last name like that. “I still got hurt. I lost a fucking arm because of you. How horrible are you that you have to cover up your own insecurities by trying to kill me? No really, I could have died.”

“I’m sorry!” He exclaimed, nails digging deeper into his neck. “I love you, okay? And I promised I’d protect you so-“

“So you broke your promise in the worst way possible.” You swung your legs over the side of the bed, squeezing Toga’s hand before letting go. You walked up to Shigaraki, lifting your hand and gripping his shoulder tightly.

“I’m going.” You whispered. “I can’t be around you. I still have family outside the League, friends that aren’t villains. I can build myself a semi-normal life. I’ll be happy without you.” You turned back to Toga, offering her a smile. “You can come over whenever you want, you’re my friend.” You headed towards the door.

You paused when you heard a soft noise, like a gargled scream. You turned around, seeing Shigaraki shaking.

“No, no please no- don’t go!” He spun around, grabbing your shoulders. You shoved him off you in an instant, curling into yourself

“GET OFF ME!” You screamed. But he was already launching himself at you again, you saw his palm flying towards your face. This time, it wasn’t an accident.

And you knew you wouldn’t make it out this time.

You were pulled back by a strong force, realizing Magne was holding you tight. Compress and Dabi were on either side of Shigaraki, holding him back, while Twice had ran to Toga.

“No! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Please don’t leave me!” He screamed, the hand fell loose on his face, tumbling down to the floor. You turned away, not wanting to see him.

You could only imagine his expression.

“Goodbye, Shigaraki.” You whispered, ducking out of Magne’s grip and rubbing off.

“Goodbye.”

Touya Todoroki/ Dabi

It had been a week since he’d seen you, a week since he’d felt your hands on his. A week since he’d heard your voice. A week since he’d seen your smile.

A week since he’d burned you.

Called you inferior.

Threatened to kill you.

Well there was certainly a reason why he hadn’t gone to see you since the incident.

But...

He missed you.

He felt so guilty, knowing what he’d said and done to you, and he needed to see you.

Maybe he was just being selfish.

Maybe he knew he’d done something wrong.

Maybe he needed to call you.

He flipped his phone upside down, then right side up again on the counter of the bar.

Toga sat on a stool next to him, tapping her hands against the marble in boredom.

“So... what’s up with you?” She asked, cocking her head and glancing at him.

“Like I’m telling a brat like you.” He growled, flipping his phone over again.

“You’ve been off all week!” She exclaimed, leaning towards him. “Somethings happened to you.”

“If i tells you a little, will you shut up?”

“Mhm mhm!”

“Ughhhhh fine. I had a fight with someone close to me. I... I really hurt them. I know it. I haven’t spoken to them in a week.”

“So... Dabi has a soft spot?”

“That’s not the point of this. Also say that again and I’ll kill you.”

“Oookay then. You should just call them. Say something to them and apologize.” She offered with a shrug.

Dabi sighed, pressing his face into his hands.

“They don’t want to talk to me. Trust me on that.”

“Welp- that’s just my advice. Cent for my thoughts kind of thing except you didn’t pay me. You owe me a penny.”

Toga shrugged, hopping off the chair and leaving the room.

“Don’t owe you shit.” Dabi grumbled, glowering down at his phone again. He pulled up your contact, staring at the picture he’d set for you.

You had a bright smile, emoji hearts decorating your cheeks. It was from your first ‘date.’ When you’d hung out at your place after he broke in looking for shelter and food.

You’d taken care of him, let his spend the night, and even offered to let him stay whenever he needed to.

You were an Angel on earth.

And he’d burnt you.

Called you dirty.

And selfish.

You were anything but.

Ring

Ring

Ring

“Why the hell are you calling me?”

“I-“

“Dabi. Why are you calling me? You hate me, don’t you?”

“I don’t hate you...”

“Jeez, coulda fooled me.”

“Baby...”

“Don’t call me that.”

“I- I didn’t mean it.” He choked out. “Everything I said, I didn’t mean it. And I-“

“I really don’t care. The doctors said my arms would scar. I’m burnt and scarred like you. Are you happy? Is that what you wanted to achieve? Make me like you so that no one would want me? So that only you could have me?”

Yes

“No! I never wanted to hurt you, ba- Y/n please,”

“Please what? Please what, Dabi? What do you want from me? Huh? You want me to cradle you and say is all going to be okay? You want me to kiss your scars and tell you you’re beautiful? You want me to suck your dick and tell you I love you? After everything you’ve put me through?”

“I-“

“It’s not just you burning me. You’ve left me for days without contact, and then showed up like nothing’s happened! You’ve hit me and then groveled and cried for my mercy! You’ve made me do so much shit for you in bed that I never wanted to do! Our entire relationship, I was scared you’d get sick of me and kill me!”

“You really thought that?”

“Well guess what motherfucker? You can’t come after me! I’ve told the police what happened. Everything between us. They’re helping me move across the country. You’ll never see me again. Happy?”

“No. No no I’m not happy why would I be happy? You made me happy, when I didn’t even know what the word meant, you don’t have to go through with this, please don’t go through with this!”

“Don’t flatter me. I never made you happy. Nothing could make you happy except watching the world burn. I don’t make you happy, Dabi-“

“Yes you do!”

“Just shut up. I’m going to hang up. If I’m being honest... I’ll miss you. You made me happy. But with so much anger and fear surrounding you, it’s hard to even remember the last time we were happy together.”

“I’m... I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

Beep

Beep

Beep

You were gone.

Shouto Todoroki

If you thought Shouto was quiet before, you should see him now, wait, you were seeing him now, in class, eyes boring into your spine.

You still had a large bandage on your face, being hit in the face with plus added fire power is bound to leave a mark that lasts for over three days.

Did I mention it had been three days now?

It’s very hard to ignore Shouto, seeing as you were in the same class and lived in the same dorms. 

Plus everyone in class wanted to know what happened between the two of you, why Shouto seemed so down, why you had the bandage on your face, and if it was all connected.

You’d only told one person what had gone down between the two of you, and that was Bakugou.

Which maybe was a mistake, because he took to trying to fight Todoroki every time he saw him, and repeatedly told you that he ‘fuckin knew that icy-hot bastard was a good-for-nothing bag of of poorly packaged horse shit.’

You appreciated his comfort, but it hurt you every time he said something about Todoroki.

“I don’t get why you’re defending the scumbag. His hand hasn’t even healed off your face yet!” 

You and Bakugou were heading to the dorms after class, and he had gone on his usual tangent about how Todoroki did this, Todoroki did that, Todoroki was an asshole, etc etc.

“I mean... he’s technically still my boyfriend. And he’s been nothing but kind to me up until this point. He just... he was stressed, and I was being a bother. I’m sure the injury will fade at some point, then he’ll talk to me again and we can get back to normal.” you shrugged, rubbing at the back of your neck. “We’ll be fine.”

“You know what you are? A pushover.” Bakugou glared at you. 

“Wha- I am not! Where did you get that idea?” 

“Oh I don’t know, maybe from the fact that You forget to check in with how you feel and keep thinking only about that Half n Half bastard! ‘Oh, he must be so upset with himself!’ Fuck that! How do you feel?” 

You kept your eyes on the ground, speeding up. Bakugou grabbed your sleeve, tugging you backwards. His hands found your shoulders, thumbs rubbing soft circles. Your breath hitched, did Shouto ever do this for you? 

Not that you could remember.

“I feel... nervous.” you admitted. “I’m nervous that he meant what he said to me. That I’m nothing but a bother to him. I’m nervous that he’ll never come and talk to me, never apologize. I’m worried that if he does talk to me, he’ll think it was my fault. It wasn’t was it?”

You looked up at Bakugou warily, and squeaked when he tightened his grip on your shoulders.

“The fuck? Of course it’s not! Idiot.” he poked your forehead, and you couldn’t help but giggle a little. “Keep talking.”

“Um... I’m...” you took a deep breath. “I’m angry. I’m angry that he hasn’t talked to me. I’m angry about what he said. I’m angry that he even hit me to begin with. If we were training, of course it’d be different, but we weren’t training. And he hurt me. And now I’m doubting everything between us.”

Bakugou was silent, Cardinal eyes met yours. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, and for a moment, you feared Bakugou would try to blow your ass up for being a pathetic little weakling.

I mean... compared to people like Todoroki and Bakugou, you were right?

Bakugou took a step forward, pulling you into his arms. You held your breath, wondering if he was going to finally snap and kill you. 

But... it felt nice. 

You lifted your arms, wrapping them around his body and tugging him a little closer. You buried your face into his uniform shirt, body shaking a little as you cried.

You almost wanted to scream, but then the school would panic.

So you just cried, sobbing into his arms and letting him hold you. His embrace was war and comforting, nothing like you’d felt from your so-called boyfriend.

Maybe he was right, maybe you really shouldn’t try to think about him.

You did deserve better.

You sniffled, pulling off Bakugou with a soft smile.

“Thanks, Bakugou. I really needed that. And you’re right.”

“What was that second thing?”

“You’re right.”

“Hmmm?” Bakugou cupped a hand around his ear, feigning deafness.

“Oh my goodness- I said you’re right!”

“That’s it.” he patted you on the shoulder, proud smirk traced across his features. You chuckled. “Now you’re going to tell that to Mr. Daddy Issues and get the fuck over him.” 

“Alright, but you’re coming with me!” he nodded, keeping his hand on your shoulder as you returned to the dorms, heading to his dorm.

You paused just outside his door, knocking lightly. Bakugou was a few feet behind you, out of the way, but close enough to step in if something were to happen.

The door swung open slowly, revealing a bored-looking Todoroki. WHen his eyes landed on you, he jumped a little, taking a step back. His hand tightened around the doorknob, his other hand gripping his pants

“Y-Y/n-“ he stuttered, eyes flickering between you and Bakugou. “I-“

“We need to talk.”

“Listen I- I’m sorry!” He exclaimed.

“Todoroki, I don’t think you get it. ‘Sorry’ doesn’t cut it. You might have scarred me, so your one mistake might stay with me my whole life!”

“I know.” His head drooped, and his grip on his pants loosened. “I know. I’m- I’m just like him.”

“Him?”

“I promised I was nothing like him but here we fucking are!”

“Shoto what are you talking about?”

“I’m the worst kind of person!”

“No!”

Shouto looked up, eyes brimming with tears. You took a few steps forward, taking his face into your hands.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered “it was an accident, and you didn’t mean it. Please don’t talk about yourself like that.”

Bakugou grabbed you, yanking you away from him

“Uh, what the fuck? You came here to sever ties with him, not fucking comfort him!”

“Look at him, Bakugou. He needs me.”

“Y/n-“

“Trust me.” You smiled at Bakugou, pushing him away from you slowly before turning back to Shouto. You took the boy into your arms, rocking back and forth with him.

You ignored the heavy feeling in your chest, and the screams your brain slew ar you to get off of him, get away from him, and let Bakugou protect you.

You ignored logic, emotion, and all better judgement.

For this boy who’d hit you.

But Bakugou would end up being right, he was smart.

You’ll see.

Katsuki Bakugou/ Dynamight

Shit wrong Pomeranian

That’s better

Katsuki stood outside Recovery Girl’s room, waiting for Kirishima to come out and tell him what was going on.

He was chewing on his nails, foot tapping against the ground as he stared at the door. He could hear people moving around and talking inside.

He couldn’t get the sound of your screaming out of his head, the large dark patch that formed on your skin around your face, the way you just... fell.

The door slid open, and Bakugou stared forward and Kirishima stepped out, smiling and thanking Recovery Girl.

Bakugou was on his feet in an instant, grabbing Kirishima’s arm.

“How are they? Do they hate me? Can I see them?” He rambled, Kirishima gently pushing Bakugou off him.

“Uh, they’re fine for the most part, they haven’t said anything about you at all, and ask Recovery Girl.” He said, backing off down the hall as Bakugou stared helplessly after him.

“You uh- you might want to apologize. They are really upset.” Kirishima told him, quickly running off down the hall. Bakugou faced towards the room, stepping inside.

A cyan curtain blocked him from seeing you, and he heard shuffling behind it. It slid open, Recovery Girl stepping out. She looked up and saw Bakugou.

She wacked his leg with her needle/cane, and he yelped, stumbling backwards.

“You have no shame!” she snapped. “With what you did to them, you should be cowering outside right now!”

“Shhh!” Bakugou pressed up against the wall. “Do you want them to know I’m here?”

“Are you that clueless?” she grumbled, pulling herself up into her chair. “They’ve gone temporarily deaf.” Bakugou froze, glancing back at the curtain.

He’d blown up your eardrums.

He felt Recovery Girl press something into his hands, and he glanced down. 

It was a small whiteboard, with a pen and washcloth.

This was how he’d have to talk to you.

On a fucking whiteboard.

RG pulled the curtains aside, revealing you.

You were laying in the bed, half your face wrapped up in bandages, hands resting on your lap.

“Y/n...” he murmured. You remained still, staring out the window. Bakugou cleared his throat, and you still didn’t react.

“They can’t hear you, remember?” RG shook her head, waddling over to the other side of your bed, pointing at Bakugou. He watched your face slowly turn, before his eyes shot away from you, staring at the ground.

He heard you swallow, and you let out a soft whimper.

Were you scared of him?

Bakugou lifted the whiteboard, quickly scribbling some kanji on it 

ごめんなさい (Translation: I am sorry)

You reached forward, taking the whiteboard from him and erasing his words, putting your own down instead.

分かってる。(Translation: I know)

Bakugou pursed his lips, fidgeting with his shirt before he watched you put more writing down

どうして？(Translation: Why?)

Bakugou reached out, taking the whiteboard back, quickly putting down his excuse explanation

私は弱いと感じました。 じゃあ霧島を助けてくれたんだ。 うらやましくなってきた (Translation: I felt weak. Then you helped Kirishima. I got Jealous)

お許しください (Translation: Please forgive me.)

He handed you the whiteboard back, tapping his foot against the ground. You passed it back to him, and he hurridly read your response.

私はそれについて考えます (Translation: I’ll think about it.)

He had a chance. His eyes finally lifted off the whiteboard, landing on you.

The visible part of your face looked exactly the same, although there was a large bandage on your ear. Your eye looked sad, fearful, and nervous. You had a shaky smile on your face, trying to make him feel better.

You were always thinking about him.

それは再び起こらないだろう (Translation: It won’t happen again)

You sighed, smile falling.

本気？(Translation: Are you sure?)

Bakugou felt his heart drop into his stomach.

Well of fucking course you didn’t trust him, look what he’d done to you!

おっしゃ��通りです。. もうお前を放っておいてやる さようなら、y/n。(Translation: You are right. I will leave you alone now. Goodbye, y/n.)

He stood up, leaving the whiteboard on your bed. He headed towards the door, with his hands stuffed into his pockets. He ignored the soft cry of your voice, surprised he was leaving.

He ignored the way you managed to choke out his name in a warbly, unsure voice.

He slid the door shut behind him, slumping against it and sliding down until he sat on the cold ground. He buried his face into his arms, finally allowing himself to cry.

He wasn’t going to try and talk to you, he resolved. He wasn’t going to bother you or scare you.

He’d keep you safe by refusing to talk to him.

He’d let the author end the fanfiction right then and there.

The door slid open behind him, and he flopped backwards, staring up at your face. You were holding the whiteboard.

オマンコにならないでください。 事故だったのは分かってる 頑張って俺を捕まえるのか諦めるのか? どんなヒーローがあきらめるだろうか？

(Translation: Don't be a pussy. I know it was an accident. Are you going to work hard and get me or give up? What kind of hero would just give up?)

A smirk slowly spread across his face. Yeah, he’d work hard. He’d never scare you or hurt you again. He’d do better.

He’d be the best boyfriend.

And he’d accept your help to stand up next to you.

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After fic note: ohmygod I’m finally finished. This took fucking forever. You loved part one so much, I had to make sure part two was perfect.

Some of these ended in heartbreak

Another ended in a questionable descision

The last ended happily

All of them are different! 

I hope you get my references, and appreciate the Japanese Kanji I put in Bakugou’s part (if any of it is inaccurate, please let me know so I can try my best to fix it. I don’t speak or write Japanese, I used this translator to get what I needed). 

I worked hard on this, so if y’all could tell me what you like and dislike about this so I can improve my writing, that would be lovely. Don’t be afraid to pop a comment or pop into my ask box, I do my best to respond to every comment and ask, so don’t worry about being ignored.

I love all of you, and I’m so glad to be able to write for you.

Thanks for all of your support, I promise I’ll work hard on all of my drafts to make sure you get entertainment constantly! 

[skinnyducky]

tattooed heart // v.h.

Hey y’all! This is just something I’ve had in my drafts that I forgot to finish. Since I started school this week + I’m getting my wisdom teeth removed, the updates are going to come a little bit slower than usual, but they’ll still be coming, so yuh! Hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1175, edited

WARNING: nothing but pure unadultered fluff.

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There were many things you loved about Vinnie. You loved his rings, his hair, and last but not least, his tattoos. To say they fascinated you would be an understatement; you were practically entranced by them. You didn’t have much ink yourself, but him however, his body was covered from head to toe…and you loved it. There were moments where you two would be chilling and you’d spend the time tracing the lines of his tattoos, asking him the stories and meanings behind of them. For you, it just made you love him even more. And for him to know that you adored that part of him, it just solidified how in love he was with you.

With that being said, to show his adoration for you, he decided to get something new added to his forearm. This time, a simple heart. But this wasn’t just any heart…it was heart with your name right in the middle. Many of his friends ridiculed him and said he was a fool, that he’d be stuck with a reminder of you if the relationship ever went south. But he didn’t care to focus on a possible future; he was living in the present, and you were his ‘right now.’

To not ruin the surprise, he made sure not to disclose the tattoo with people he knew would spill the beans. At that, when you questioned where he was going in the middle of the day, he told you he was going to go look at a car. But, in reality he was spending his time down at the tattoo shop. Luckily for him, you didn’t ask too many questions after that. He made sure to wear a baggy short-sleeve shirt so that you wouldn’t notice the newly added ink when he walked into the Hype House. Thankfully, you didn’t.

You rushed up to him and engulfed him in the tightest hug. “I missed you.” You smiled, pecking his cheek.

He returned the gesture and said, “I missed you more.”

“Impossible.” You replied, letting him go. “How was it?”

“How was what?”

You furrowed your brows. “Uhm, the car you went to go see. Was it as good as you said it was?”

He mentally slapped himself for forgetting his own lie. “Oh, the car! Uh, not really. Turns out it needed some heavy work, and I didn’t feel like spending a bag on it.”

“That sucks. I’m sure you’ll find another one like it.”

Vinnie nodded and followed you into the kitchen. Everyone was gathered around the island, too invested in their own business to notice you or your boyfriend had entered the room. It was quite loud due to Calvin and Paper having a screaming match over a brownie. It didn’t help that everyone else was shouting to calm them down, thus making it even more noisy. Vinnie scrunched his nose and covered his ears. You took notice of this and laughed.

“Wanna go out back?” You said to him in his ear.

He nodded and you two rushed to the backyard. You went over to the makeshift canopy bed that was hanging from a tree and beckoned Vinnie to sit next to you. Once he did, you stretched your legs across his lap and his arm snaked its way across your back and rested on your hip. The two of you sat there in silence, just enjoying the Los Angeles night sky. You kept your eyes set on the silver moon, occasionally moving them to admire the dots of stars that danced around the celestial body. Vinnie, however, took this time to admire you. He studied your features as the moonlight reflected off of them, highlighting your beauty. He grinned to himself, wondering how he was so lucky enough to have someone like you. He thought about his decision of getting your name tattooed onto him, and at that moment he knew…he did the right thing.

He was pulled out his thoughts as he felt your fingers slide up and down his arm.

“I don’t know how many times I’ve said it, but I really love your tattoos.” You spoke, making him laugh.

“Thank you, babe.”

You sighed in bliss. “So, what else did you get?”

Vinnie nearly choked on his spit as those words left your mouth. He turned to look at you with wide eyes, confused as to how you knew about his trip to the parlor. He made sure that you wouldn’t find out. It sent him into a frenzy trying to figure out how you could’ve known.

“Who told?”

You reached into your hoodie pocket and pulled out your phone. “I think you forgot that paparazzi exist.”

You flipped your phone and showed him the circulating picture of him leaving the tattoo shop. He groaned, a whine escaping his mouth shortly after.

“You weren’t supposed to find out.”

“Why? We’re you cheating on me?” You joked.

“What? No, I wasn’t cheating on you. I just wanted my new tattoo to be a surprise.”

You looked at him with a puzzled expression. “I don’t get it. Why wouldn’t you want me to know about you getting a new tattoo? You’ve always told me when you were getting one. Why is this tattoo different?”

For as smart as you are, he was surprised you haven’t figured it out yet. Nonetheless, part of him was still glad there was still an ounce of surprise left. He gave you a small grin and reached for his right sleeve. He raised it up to revealing the very thing he’d been hiding from you.

You studied the piece of art for a second, still confused as to why he’d hide it.

“You got a heart. That’s cute. Why’d you get it?”

He scoffed, “Read the name in the middle, Y/n.”

You followed his orders, your eyes shooting towards the middle. The minute you saw your name, you felt your heart burst. Tears welled up in your eyes as you traced over it through the plastic wrap.

“Vinnie.” You whispered, trying to contain your sobs.

“I got it because you really mean a lot to me. From the moment we met, I knew you were the one and I’m very lucky enough to have you be apart of my life. Regardless of whether we’re endgame or whatever, I’m just glad to have you.” He said, pulling you closer into him.

At this point, you were a mess. You attempted to wipe your tears with the sleeves of your hoodie, but there was no point. They just kept coming.

You sniffed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “And I’m glad to have you.”

The two of you shared a passionate kiss before you rested your head on his shoulder, feeling the effects of his loving embrace. This time, he was the one admiring the moon while you were admiring him, specifically his new ink. It brought a smile to your face knowing that out of all the people in his life, your name was the one on his tattooed heart.