#I’m tired of the weird hate speech and the news

[beecreeps]

I find myself leaving the internet more and more. And honestly, it feels really nice. I just don’t care anymore.

[pinkandpurple360]

ppl point out Blitzo literally apologized to Stolas in Ozzie's (when he shouldn't have had to) when Stolas accused him of never feeling sorry but I just noticed

that wasn't the only time

Blitzo literally says 'I'm sorry' when he says he can't go rescue Stolas from Striker because he's busy.

so that's twice he apologized and Stolas somehow forgot

and if you count non-Stolas related apologies he also apologizes very loudly and sincerely to Loona at the end of Seeing Stars.

Stolas acting like Blitzo is this prideful guy who never apologizes and it's a major flaw of his is just him rewriting reality, yet again. it comes off like he only believes it because Blitzo wouldn't cave immediately and apologize a second time for expressing how Stolas made him feel (or in Stolas' head, for refusing to believe Stolas genuinely liked him despite it being entirely Stolas' fault that Blitzo has no good reason to believe that)

honestly it really feels like the classic abuser strategy of projection where the perp accuses the victim of doing something they literally just did to their victim

the perfect moment for Stolas to apologize would have been at the end of full moon - a genuine apology, not that weaselly-words 'I'll do everything but say it's my fault for making the deal' speech he did earlier. but he doesn't and in the very next episode accuses Blitzo of being the one who is incapable of apologizing

yucky abuse dynamics asides, idk why we're expected to believe Stol1tz will last longer than five minutes when one party is comically incapable of self-reflection or sincere regret and the other party is being manipulated into apologizing just for expressing their feelings

🤕 except it’s the writer herself who keeps altering past events to make her favourite character look better. So she creates a new character flaw in Blitzø who has actually apologised more than any in the character in the show. 7 times in the series.

1. Sorry I (x) your husband - to Stella (weird but it counts)

2. In truth seekers when he vowed to be a better friend to moxxie and reminded him his value, and to use his actual name. I count that.

3. I can’t do it tonight alright, I’m sorry. - to stolas

4. Loona my sweet baby girl I’m so sorry I’ll never replace you no matter what.

5. Aw shit stolas i cant today alright I’m sorry I’m literally on my way to take Loona for her very important S.H.O.T.

6. I’m sorry Fizz. I’m so sorry you got so hurt, I’m sorry for what you’ve lost and I know I can never make that right. But You have no idea what I lost in that fire. I mean it’s all my fault, I’d hate me too. I do hate me.

7. Stolas, wait, I’m sorry. - stolas kicked him out

8. Him berating himself and verbally lifting stolas up as amazing, so that he stops crying and stops drinking. Shows remorse also. None of which stolas deserved.

Stolas has once. To via. Unless you count a polite ones in those simpering texts of his. In seeing stars via doesn’t let him because she blames herself entirely due to Loonas words. I struggle to count the “sorry it’s a bad time yet again Blitzy but I’m in a sitch” because he’s asking for something. So if you stretch, that’s maybe 3.

The sad part is Blitzø internalises all of stolas’ cruelty and insults and believes them to be true. Blitzø already has an internal voice of hate and criticism; stolas is his externalised self hatred. Because why wouldn’t he believe the prince, stolas is the one dressed so nicely, singing so nicely with pretty props, crying and surrounded by people crying with him, who all hate Blitzø, so stolas must be right.

Idc, Blitzø knew stolas was in trouble and reacted accurately. He had other things to do and Millie offered to help him. He was going to go over there. It’s weird that Viv wrote him to say “he can get hurt?” “I didnt think he was capable of-” and this was all she could come up with to make stolas all wounded and all betrayed. I’m tired of Blitzø throwing himself in the line of fire all the time. Stolas encourages his worst instincts. It’s not his job to protect stolas. But he did anyway. Even if he had saved him Viv would say “but it’s his fault striker even came back at all because reasons” I think it’s Stella’s fault actually but maybe that’s just me? He’s angrier at blitzø than Stella because he didn’t fulfil his damsel fantasy?

I think vivzie doesn’t account for fans who aren’t knee deep in stolitz Twitter, Instagram, ao3, r34, tiktok etc. Those fans have the romance in their heads the show doesn’t need to even write it. I’m guessing their dynamic will end up as Stolas replacing Loona. Blitzø allows him to abuse him because he feels guilt and sympathy, he wants there to be love between them. The relationship is based on this feeling of remorse and self hate, and pity for how lonely and hurt stolas is.

[reina-tries-2-write]

The Space Between Sounds

Chapter 4: Finding A Place

SYNOPSIS: After a silent week at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech, someone finally reaches out and invites you to participate with everyone. Are they just being pitying or are you really going to find your place?

WC: 2.8K

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You were sitting alone at lunch today, as usual, and you had noticed that Tired Guy was observing you. You had no idea why, he was probably just being judgmental or something but you couldn’t quite convince yourself that was the case. He looked almost sad for you so you assumed he was just pitying you.

But your assumptions were quickly proved wrong today.

A few bites into your meal, he came over and sat down across from you with a small smile in greeting. He pulled out a yellow notepad and pencil before writing something down and turning it around for you to see.

—Hey! You know you don’t have to sit alone. You’re always welcome to come join us if you want to. Just tell us how you need to communicate and we can do that. We did it with Toge so that’s not a problem at all. Want you to feel like you fit in and everything. And if it’s any consolation, I struggled to fit in at first but they’re all really good people/panda—

You looked at the message a little shocked. You were not used to people taking the time figure out how to communicate with you, let alone inviting you to participate with them. You picked up the pencil and wrote back, hand a little shaky in shock.

—Thank you. I really appreciate that. Kinda used to not fitting in anywhere tbh. Thing is, I can speak, I just don’t sound normal and hate talking—

—We don’t care if you think you sound weird. Toge only talks in onigiri ingredients so you definitely won’t be alone in the unique communication situation—

—I’ll manage. But thank you for including me. I kinda don’t know anyone’s name still since I struggle with new words—

—I’m Yuta. Panda is pretty self explanatory. I told you about Toge and then that’s Maki. She’s a bit intimidating but nice once you get to know her—

—It’s nice to officially meet you. Sorry it took so long. I’ll come sit with you guys—

He nods and smiles at you before leading you over to the table everyone else was sitting at. He gestures for you to take a seat and you end up between him and Blond Guy— Toge, that’s his name.

Picking up on the fact that you knew nothing about anyone, Yuta says something to the group that you don’t quite catch before he hands the notepad to Panda.

He takes a second and writes something down before handing you the notepad back. In his, interesting, handwriting is a proper introduction and an explanation of his cursed technique. Rather the fact he’s a cursed corpse.

After you read, Toge gestures for you to hand him the notepad and does the same. Cursed speech is his technique and it makes sense as to why he covers his mouth. You hadn’t noticed before since you sat alone during meals but he has cursed speech marks, a snake and fangs seal as he explained, on his cheeks and tongue along with having actual fangs which you found pretty cool.

Maki goes next and explains she can’t use cursed energy which you find interesting. Could you potentially give her some and teach her to use it? You had tried with Mari but it didn’t work so you weren’t too hopeful and didn’t bring it up.

Yuta went last and explained his curse, Rika, and his newfound technique— copy. He rambled a bit on the paper and you figured you might be able to help him control cursed energy if he wanted your help that is. He seems pretty damn competent with it already.

He requests you introduce yourself as well since Gojo had apparently not done a good introduction for you and they also had no idea what your cursed technique was. You figured this would be a good time to explain that, while you were touched by the gesture of using the notepad, you could get by without it. So needless to say, you wrote for quite a bit.

—Hey, I’m Y/N. Obvs I’m deaf but I actually can hear cursed energy. Sounds like how electricity feels if that makes sense. My technique is called Energy Flux and along with hearing cursed energy, I can manipulate it. Give it, take it, move it around, stuff like that. But there’s some stuff that’s important about me you should know. I can usually hear you guys coming up behind me because of your energy and stuff but it’s really loud around here and I’m still getting used to it so you’re welcome to tap my shoulder to get my attention if you need. You all sound different so I’m figuring it out. We don’t have to use the notepad the whole time since I can read lips but new terms and names are hard for me at first. So that’s why I had no idea who you guys were until now. But let me know if you have any questions about me and being deaf and stuff. I don’t get offended about it so you’re welcome to ask anything.—

Everyone reads your message and nods, letting you know they understand and will ask when they need. Toge notes the two of you will probably need to keep writing or typing since you don’t know his onigiri language and that he prefers it anyway since his language doesn’t exactly convey much.

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Today at lunch, Y/N was sitting alone again, as she had done all week, and I watched Yuta’s mind race. I knew what he was thinking so I nudged him and nodded my head toward Y/N.

He gave me an appreciative smile before digging through his bag for a notepad and pencil. I heard him take a deep breath before going over and sitting down across from Y/N.

Obviously I wasn’t privy to their written conversation but a few minutes later, to my delight, Y/N followed him over to our table. I scooted over on the bench so she could sit between Yuta and I. She was clearly comfortable with him so I hoped she’d be okay with me too.

Yuta explained that she didn’t even catch our names during introductions last week and that we should do a proper introduction. We all took turns writing on the notepad and passing it around.

Y/N’s turn to introduce herself came around and I was actually a bit excited to get to know her. Figure out how she talked in a sense— what she was like.

She handed me the notepad after writing down a good bit of information and I scanned the page. The first thing I noticed was her handwriting. I really liked it and it was a nice personification of how she would sound if she spoke. It gave her tone and emotion that normally wasn’t present with written words.

She explained her technique which I thought was really cool. She could hear cursed energy? That was, well, unheard of. Not only could she hear it but she could manipulate it too. I wondered what exactly she could do with that.

She said we were welcome to ask any questions and after a few basics about how to communicate with her that Panda and Yuta asked, I scribbled down a question.

—What do I sound like?—

She smiles and takes the notepad back, writing down her answer.

—Like a humming noise. It’s not low like a bass speaker but more like a machine. Soft and not annoying. Kinda nice actually. You’re not as loud as Yuta but you’re louder than Panda. He sounds like a cat purring. Yuta sounds like a storm. Crackly, buzzy, the most like electricity. Maki is a quiet buzz but when she gets angry she sounds like electricity too.—

I chuckled at her response and was honestly happy that I didn’t sound annoying to her. I liked that she seemingly liked how I sounded the most. Based on her description, everyone else sounded kinda annoying except maybe Panda. I loved that he sounded like a purring cat— I was definitely going to give him shit for that.

I loved finally getting a little glimpse into who Y/N was and I really liked her personality and seeming resilience. She was doing her best to make the most of her situation and while clearly frustrating, she was still upbeat and kind to us.

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You have a good time with everyone at lunch and after going back to the dorms to change into your training outfit, meet up with them in the arena. They’re all talking together when you arrive and you walk up to join, your notes app pulled up on your phone so you can communicate with Toge.

They all greet you and Maki indicates to you that she has a question for you.

“So, theoretically, can you give someone or a weapon cursed energy?” She asks, placing a hand on her hip.

You nod and smile, not expecting someone to be that interested in your technique.

“Show me.” She requests simply, brows raised.

You give her a thumbs up and everyone takes a few steps back, not knowing what to expect. To take or give cursed energy, you have to make contact with the target entity. You can still repel, amplify and manipulate the energy otherwise without physical contact. It’s just that the transfer process is much faster and safe for you this way.

That being said, you simply extend you hand out to her and she gives you an odd expression. You glance from her, to your open palm and back to indicate to her to hold your hand.

She furrows her brows a bit as if she was skeptical of the experience but places her palm face down on top of yours.

You already know she can’t use cursed energy, you can hear her or rather, she’s almost silent, so you channel a very small amount into her hand. To you, cursed energy feels and sounds like electricity, buzzing and slightly tingly and you don’t want to freak her out.

She flinches a bit at the new feeling, her eyes widening as she feels it move through her per your direction. You donate a small amount of your energy to her and once completely transferred, you drop your hand out from underneath hers.

She looks down at her hand, turning her palm up and making fist a couple times before she gives you a genuinely grateful smile. You then point to her polearm lying in the grass next to her and raise your brows. She picks it up and hands it to you, and upon touching it, you feel the energy flowing through it. It is already extremely powerful on it’s own, clearly compensating for her lack of cursed energy so you don’t tamper with it and quickly hand it back.

Training goes by faster than you could have thought and on your way back to the dorms, you reflect on your interactions earlier.

Sure everyone was nice to you which was surprising but welcome but were they just doing it out of obligation? Were they just being nice out of pity? It didn’t quite seem like it, Toge and Yuta being the most genuine with you. Maki was a little more closed off and Panda was hard to understand but was clearly trying to cheer you up and lighten the mood.

Maybe they weren’t being fake.

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Y/N seemingly had a good time at lunch and didn’t struggle as much during training today so I figured it would be a good time to invite her to hang out with us again. Dinner would probably be a good, casual, no pressure opportunity for her to join.

I wanted her to continue to feel included and not like lunch was a one time thing. Plus I liked hanging out with her so I pulled out my phone and typed up a message to her.

Toge walks up next to you, snapping you out of your thoughts, and hands you his phone with a message typed up in his notes app.

—Wanna have dinner with us at 7?—

You smile and nod as you hand him his phone back and he accepts, smiling back.

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You showered, changed, and hung out in your room until seven rolled around. You walked down the hallway to the kitchen to discover everyone already there, Toge and Yuta cooking something that smelled really good while Panda and Maki sat at the table, chatting.

They all greeted you in some form, smiles and waves once more, and Panda gestured for you to join him and Maki at the table. You sat across from the pair and Panda said something that was clearly directed at you. But you still couldn’t read his lips yet, or snout rather, so you furrowed your brows and pointed to your mouth as you shook your head.

“You can’t read his words?” Maki asks, picking up on your confusion.

You nod, happy someone understood. You pulled out your phone and typed to the pair.

—I’ll pick it up eventually so don’t worry. I’ve just never exactly talked to a panda before—

You watch the pair chuckle at your message and Panda nodded to acknowledge you. He said something again and you picked up on an ‘okay’ assuming he was telling you it was okay and that he’d be patient.

Maki looked up over your shoulder as you heard someone come up behind you. You turned to see Toge sit down next to you, setting a plate of yakitori in front of you. You flashed him a grateful smile that he reciprocated and, after Yuta served Panda, Maki and himself, the five of you dug in.

The food was absolutely delicious and you tapped the table between you and Toge to get his attention. He looks over at you and you point to the plate before giving him a thumbs up. He gives you a thumbs up back and elbows Yuta who is on the other side of him, pointing to you, his plate and giving him a thumbs up.

Yuta peers around him. “Glad you like it.”

Everyone diligently includes you in the conversation and as delighted as you were to be accepted, you knew you were only slowing it down. Toge noticed your change in demeanor and typed to you.

—What’s wrong?—

—I appreciate being included but I know I’m just hindering the conversation—

He vigorously shakes his head no before typing back.

—You’re definitely not. Promise. We want you to participate so we can get to know you and learn your gestures and stuff—

You smile, a bit sadly, but accept and continue answering questions and typing to everyone until you finished eating. After you cleaned up dinner the five of you migrated into the living room to continue your conversation.

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In the middle of dinner, Y/N’s expression and body language suddenly changed. She looked sad and upset with something I couldn’t quite tell. No one else seemed to notice so I did what I would have wanted and typed up a quick message to ask if she was okay. For all I knew she could just be lost in thought but I got the feeling something else was wrong.

I tried to hide my sad expression after she answered my question.

She felt like she was being a burden. And I knew exactly how that felt. The two of us have unique communication needs and while I knew everyone here didn’t mind adapting, I understood why she felt that way.

I made sure she knew she wasn’t hindering the conversation in the slightest. She was actually contributing quite a lot to it and everyone was having a particularly good time tonight. Maki was more involved, Panda was a bit crazier and Yuta was more relaxed. She was helping for sure.

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In the living room, Toge sat next to you on the smaller couch and you were more comfortable with his presence than you thought you would be. He seemed to understand you in a different way. Quietly. Intently.

Whatever it was about his presence was comforting in a way and you found yourself relaxing into the couch and social situation more fluidly and easily than you had ever done before.

Usually you were pretty guarded when it came to sharing details about yourself aside from surface level explanations about your deafness and the like. But the group had really put in an effort to include you and you could tell they were being genuine. Not pitying.

As you all settled into the living room, the conversation drifted to topics like favorite movies and embarrassing childhood stories. You found yourself laughing more than you had in weeks, and when it came time to share something about yourself, you hesitated for a second before revealing a small detail about your life before Jujutsu Tech. The group listened intently, their reactions kind and encouraging, and for the first time, you felt a glimmer of belonging.

You slowly opened up to them some, still a bit guarded because of past experiences but you could tell they all meant well so you revealed a few little pieces of yourself. Maybe you had found another little band of misfits.

[i4longhairchris]

I HATE BOSTON - Chris sturniolo×Reader

Hey everyone!! This was the first time I wrote a story in English (which btw is not my first language) so I apologize for any mistakes and pls lemme know if you find any!! This is just a silly angst, don't be rude pls

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The music drowned out the conversation, but I knew exactly what was going on. Chris was talking to a girl, smiling the same way he did when we first met.

As much as I try to forget, the memories are etched in my memory like fucking tattoos. The way he showed Boston with a smile on his face, so proud of his city, told stories from his childhood and showed off his strong accent.

We were just friends. I mean, we kiss sometimes, especially when the drink or neediness talks louder, but we never went beyond… friends. And Chris seemed happy with our situation. He kissed as many mouths as he wanted and there was always this idiot waiting for him when the party ended. On the other hand, I couldn't hide the way my heart broke every time I was forced to see him with other girls.

As I feel tears forming in my eyes, I decide that I'm just too tired of this shit. I walk towards the door as if my life depended on it, when I hear Chris calling my name, but I don't stop walking until I finally leave that party that seemed to take all the breath from my lungs.

I was staying at the Sturniolo house during my stay in Boston. I tiptoed until I reached the guest room, which, conveniently, was next to Chris's.

When the crying finally wears me out, sleep wins and I feel my eyes getting heavy, but a loud noise wakes me up. I hear a curse, and I know it's Chris even before he opens the door to my room.

"What's up? You seemed weird earlier at the party, you didn't even talk to me." Chris says, sitting down next to me in bed. His slightly messy hair, slurred speech and the smell of beer gave away his state.

"I'm just tired, Chris. You should go back to one of your girlfriends, I'm sure they're in a better mood than I am." I sigh, pulling the covers up to hide my face.

"Lucky for you, I want to stay right here, even with your bad mood." Chris laughs, pulling the covers up and grabbing my chin so I look at him. When I push his hand away and get up from the bed, the boy's eyebrows furrow. "What's your problem? You've been acting like an asshole all day!"

"My problem? You're my problem! I'm tired of being your consolation prize when the party's over, the beer's no longer fun and the pretty girls are gone." My voice comes out shaky. I was startled when I heard the words coming out of my lips. It was almost as if my conscience had lost the battle with my emotional side. Sure, I had planned that fight several times in my head, but I never thought I would have the courage. Having a little bit of Chris was better than having nothing.

"What the fuck, y/n! What is this all about? Are you mad at me because I didn't spend all fucking night with you or...?”

"I’m mad cause I don't want to be your fucking friend! I don't... I don't want to be just your friend, Chris. I've been in love with you since day one. When you showed me the most hidden places in Boston, I was so, so sure that we could work. And I still am! We could work if you just tried."

"You know damn well that I don't want to be in a relationship, y/n. I never gave you any expectations about it. I showed you Boston because you were like a tourist or some shit like that... If you imagined things, that's not my problem." Chris answers. My words seem to have affected him, but he doesn't allow any reaction to be shown for too long, soon returning to his neutral expression. I laugh, too tired of that shit. “You’re probably drunk… I should leave. Tomorrow we can try to talk if you're not acting all this crazy.”

"Actually, I should leave. I'll get a ticket back to New York and we don't have to have any fucking conversation in the morning. You should be happy, I mean, since you're so afraid of feeling any shit!”

Chris shakes his head in denial and stands up, holding my hand and murmuring "baby" in the tone that used to make me forget my own name.

“But if I can give you a advice before you leave this fucking town… When your friends get tired, the girls get sick of your games, and you're all alone, don't say I didn't try. Cause i tried so hard, Chris..."

"No! Please, y/n. I'll get better, I..." I could have sworn I saw tears in his blue eyes. He just hugs me.

"Chris, let me go.” I leave his arms wipe away the tears that ran down my cheeks. “And just so you know… I hate Boston! As far as I'm concerned, they should just burn this whole city down"

[qtssvnwoo]

I See You, So See Me- Lo’ak Sully

Description: You had feelings for Lo’ak ever since you saw him arrive that day in the village and you had done all sorts of things to try and bring to light the feelings you had for him. But, you felt as if he had all his attention only on your best friend Tsireya. For him, it only took a motivational speech to realize his true feelings. 

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Warnings: None! Might be weird but it’s 23:42 and im tired 

A/n: MY FIRST ATWOW FIC!! So be nice to me, also if you can’t tell, “admiration” is my new favorite way to describe an undeveloped love.

You had your eyes on him first. You had watched him carefully as he stepped onto the white sand of the shore. You were fascinated by him, you knew he was different right when you saw him, and not because his skin was a darker blue than yours, or that you had different tails. But you saw something in him, saw something in him that you didn’t see in anyone else. 

And that’s what lead you to like him. Besides his looks, you had felt some sort of connection to him that you had never felt with any other Na’vi before. And, as you slowly started to see, so did your best friend Tsireya. 

You saw how she smiled when he said ‘hey’. You saw the way she was so eager and willing to help strangers she did not know. You saw the small gestures of physical touch between them and you knew that you had no chance up against her. 

You tried your best to show Lo’ak what you had truly thought of him. You made him a necklace, and a matching bracelet that went with it. You helped him even more than anyone else with breathing exercises and learning the ways of the Metkayina people. You did more for him than you did anyone else, purely out of the admiration you had for him, and yet, nothing. 

—----------------------------------------------------------It was at night that you found him sitting on a rock and looking at the sunset. The yellows and oranges came together beautifully as to quite an Ombre of colors that seemed to be set out perfectly for this moment. You saw how he was sitting, and how he was throwing the rocks in the water, that he was unhappy. Something told you to leave him be, but your fleshly desires pushed you to walk forward and sit next to him. 

No words were exchanged for a couple minutes. He just sat in the presence of you, no longer feeling as alone as he was before. But, after a couple minutes of pure silence and listening to the waves crash against the sand of the shore you spoke up. 

“Lo’ak, I see that there is something troubling you. Would you like to talk about it?” 

Lo’ak looked at you and for a moment you saw a glimpse of anger and a mix of sadness in his eyes. He threw his head back down to stare at the rocks and lightly shook his head. You knew better than to push him to talk about it, but you felt like, at this time, you needed to. 

“Lo’ak please,” You placed your hand on his and leaned forward to try and look into his eyes, “Talk to me.” 

At this point, Lo’ak was frustrated at the sudden form of affection that he was receiving. He couldn’t explain why he was so frustrated that someone was actually caring for him, and caring about him, but he just was. Lo’ak stood up abruptly, and he took a deep breath as if he was trying to calm himself down before he said something that he did not mean to see, purely just because he was angry.

“Listen, I’m not in the mood to talk okay? Why can’t you just leave it?” 

“Because Lo’ak, I am worried about you.” 

“Yeah well, why? Why are you so worried about me? Me of all people Y/n” 

You stared at him in confusion and watched as he looked at his hands and repeated to himself “Me of all people.” The look on his face broke you. He looked so hurt and so disgusted with himself. The fact that he hated himself because of something he could not control hurt you. 

You walked forward to him and you went to reach for his hand, to which he pulled away. 

“Y/n, I do not need comfort right now. I need to be alone.” 

“Lo’ak…”

“NO. No okay? Just leave.” 

He sat back down and crossed his arms over his knees. He fully expected you to walk away, but you stayed and gently rubbed his back as he sat in his own silence. You let the sounds ewya was making comfort you too like a warm blanket. You heard the sea hit the shore and the distant chatter of people talking. And you just let Lo’ak sit and think, but not by himself, you didn’t want to leave him in such a vulnerable place. 

Lo’ak lifted his head from his knees after a while and looked at your prying eyes. You opened his mouth to say something, but it was as if the words were stolen from him, or that he had forgotten how to speak because nothing came out. After a couple more minutes of silence, Lo’ak finally looked at you and uttered the words he was searching for. 

“You were the nicest person here, you never treated me differently and didn’t laugh at my mistakes and you stayed here with me. Why?” 

“Why not?” That was all you said. Inside you were screaming at yourself to tell him, to tell him that the reason why you cared so much was the fact that you had admired him so much, and that he made you feel things you hadn’t felt for any other boy you had met.

“Because Y/n, because I’m a freak.” 

“A freak, Lo’ak what are you talking about?” 

“I’m a freak Y/n. Demon blood, look.” He put his hand up and wiggled his extra finger, you looked at his hand and studied the lines on his palms. Before he put his hand back down, you slowly reached up your hand and placed it on his. Your fingers didn’t match perfectly, but the way your heart was beating gave you a boost of confidence. You ran your fingers across his and watched as his face became more and more flustered. You enclosed his pinky with your hand and you smiled. 

“This,” You held his pinky in emphasis to prove your point, “This does not make you freak Lo’ak.” You continued to trace his arms, “Neither does this,” Then his shoulders, “Or this,” And when you reached his face, you smiled softly and cupped it with your hand, rubbing your thumb over his cheek as you spoke, “and definitely not this. You Lo’ak, are Na’vi, and no one can tell you otherwise.” 

Lo’ak smiled and held your hand that was holding his face. He looked at you and for the first time, he felt like something was there, something new. 

“Lo’ak, I See You.” You felt your heart stop at the words you were saying. The words felt so right to say, but you were so scared about what he would say. And he said nothing. You felt stupid for saying it, but since you had started you felt no harm in counting.

“I see you, so see me Lo’ak.” His heart stopped. The combination of the sunset colors hitting your face and the words spilling from your mouth made his heart stop. You took his silence as rejection and you looked down and started to get up. 

Lo’ak got up with you, and he grabbed your wrist. 

“I see you, Y/n. I see you.”

[sissytobitch10seconds]

Febuwhump 12: Awake

Fandom: Grishaverse: Six of Crows and Shadow and Bone Summary: Kaz is a fighter, but even fighters get tired sometimes. Warnings: Gang violence, serious injuries, and graphic depictions of violence Word Count: 1,096 Ship(s): Kaz Brekker/Inej Ghafa

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“Kaz, open your eyes,” Inej’s voice was a piercing sound in the numbness and buzzing that was brushing through his mind.

He immediately realized why that was such a weird thing for him to be thinking of. He adored Inej, she was the only person that he would ever trust to be near his heart. There was no way that he hated her voice, that and her laugh was his favorite part about her. The way that she sang was so lovely, as was the way that her native tongue sounded on her lips in the rare moments when she spoke it. He loved the way that she sounded when she talked and he would never think anything else of it.

So why had he?

Slowly, Kaz began to take inventory of everything that he could see and feel. The world around him was dark, marked with pocks of light that were streaming down from the poorly slotted ceiling and falling onto Inej in yellow beams. She herself was a marvel as she always was, her hair floating around her so that it created a brown-gold halo that sanctified her. Kaz knew that she would hurt him if he told her that, but then he began to realize what his body had been trying to tell him.

He was laying against something heard, his knee was aching in protest to that fact. He could feel his shoulders and head cushioned by something that had a dip in the middle, likely Inej’s lap. On either side of his face was something soft and delicate, gloved fingers that were raking over his cheekbones. The biggest thing that his body was telling him was that he was injured. The very distinct sharp stabbing pains of a bullet wound radiated from his left third rib all the way around the rest of his torso. He was vaguely aware of the feeling of thick, hot blood seeping out between his fingers. He hadn’t even realized that his hand was clutched to his side to try and stifle the wound from bleeding out.

“What are we doing?” he asked. His speech was slurred and his mouth felt like it was stuck together. He would have thought that he had suddenly developed lockjaw if he didn’t know how his body responded to being in poor condition.

“We’re getting you to a Healer,” Nina replied. She shifted from where she was sitting next to him and then began to grab the things scattered out on the floor of the wagon. He hadn’t realized that she was there when Inej was holding him so tenderly. She was almost enough to make all of the pain coming from his wound feel like it was nothing. He wished that he could take her like a drug, he didn’t even care that he was already addicted to the idea of taking it.

“A Healer?” he questioned. “I don’t need a Healer.”

Jesper let out a barking laugh as he leaned in through the door of the wagon. It had been ripped off its hinges at some point, which allowed his entire body to take up the space, which was why he hadn’t been able to see him before. “You most certainly do, Boss. You’re in bad shape,” he snarked. When he turned to lean back out of the window, Kaz was able to catch the glinting pearl handles of his revolvers. They must have been in some kind of trouble if he was already preparing for a shoot out.

He tilted his head down as much as he could without removing Inej’s gloved hands from his face. He wanted to know what the pads of her fingers felt like on his skin, though he knew that could wait for another day if he managed to survive his new wound. Nina had placed a bolt of fabric next to him and was already pulling at it so that she could make bandages. It wouldn’t be the worst thing that he had pressed to his insides, especially since she was making sure that she was using the inside fabric that had been protected from dust.

She paused for only a moment before she began speaking, “I’m going to lift up your shirt so that I can clean your wound.”

He wanted to protest and tell her that she was going to do no such thing, but her hands were already in motion. She grasped at the weary folds of his shirt and then tore with the strength that she had just finished using on the bolt of fabric. As soon as her delicate fingers brushed against the glaring wound on his side, his vision whited over.

He felt his throat constrict in pain as he no doubt screamed from the pain. He couldn’t think about what he was actually doing, he could barely even stay in his own body. The urge to exit to somewhere unknown but painless overwhelmed him as soon as his vision returned back to normal.

“Kaz, Kaz, don’t you dare,” Inej said with a simple shake of her head. Some of the longer hairs that had escaped her braid were brushing across his face. “Stay awake for me. Keep your eyes open, at least until Nina can get that wound bandaged.”

“I love you,” he whispered. He had told it to her before, in many ways other than saying the words directly. He had called in his favor with the Ravkan king to find her family, he had purchased her a boat and a harbor to park it in, he had even found her ribbons from the seller she had always gone to when she was a child. The largest thing that he had done was remove his armor, hold her hand against his own skin and kiss her lips without a sheet between the two of them. He had never said it out loud, though. He had been working with some of the other Suli freed indentures to try and learn how to say those words in her language, so that he could make their first time saying it allowed special.

“Shh, shh, no speaking, just stay awake,” she said. When she turned her head to the side so that she could look to Nina, he felt a single hot tear drip down onto his face. Inej was crying. He had made her cry by telling her that he loved her.

“I love you,” he whispered again as he slipped down into the black nothingness that had been pulling at him for quite some time.

[dekuprompts]

boku no hero academia, season two, part two.

prompts taken from the subs of the second series of the anime, specifically the vs. hero killer and final exam arcs. some lines have been lightly edited for roleplaying suitability. content warning for implied violence, mentions of blood, injury and death.

it’s only morning, but i’m already tired.

people were staring at me. it was kind of embarrassing !

after just one day, we’ve suddenly been thrust into the spotlight, huh ?

for [them / name] to extend offers to first years like you shows they are interested in your future potential.

those pros don’t know a good thing when they see one !

they’re scared of you ‘cause of the crazy way you were fighting.

you haven’t decided on a hero name yet ?

i don’t want to be on the news, so i don’t care what name i have.

i’ve had this in mind ever since i was in elementary school.

if you’re bearing a name you admire, it’ll come with that much more pressure.

there’s no way i can take on a name like that.

i don’t have any feeling in my legs.

if you’re up for it … will you take this name for me ?

i didn’t like this name up until now, but someone changed the meaning of it.

hey, have you decided what pro agency you’re going to yet ?

it’s weird that you didn’t get any offers.

i can’t stay the way i am.

he who follows two hares catches neither.

[name], let’s go home together.

what’s the matter ? why are you in such a hurry ?

getting straight to the point, you’ve got an offer from a hero !

i heard about what happened to [name / you] on the news.

the culprit has already killed seventeen in the past, and hurt twenty-three others beyond recovery.

if you ever feel hopeless, make sure you let me know.

a hero that even you’re afraid of, huh ?

i can’t waste time messing around with you.

the way you used that power was unthinkable !

you’re worse than a novice when it comes to teaching.

i can’t stand watching how you’re using your power, so i’ll teach you.

honestly, i don’t know how well i can use this suit yet.

you couldn’t see my true strength with that hit earlier ?

i can’t believe the holder of this power is such a wet blanket …

i thought i had you for sure !

your admiration for [name] and your sense of duty are like shackles.

i’m sure you had offers from heroes more capable than me.

i know this might be in vain. even so … even so, i can’t not go after [them / name.]

i cannot forgive you.

you’re the type of person i hate the most.

you want me to go along with your childish tantrum ?

what meaning is there in killing without conviction ?

you only chose my agency because i’m one of the most popular heroes, right ?

you believe yourself to be the strongest, and you try to put that into practice, not caring about how that looks.

it is part of my work as a hero to correct people like you.

heroes and villains are two sides of the same coin.

being a hero’s not so easy that you can rely on brute force alone.

this is not something you can avoid if you want to become a pro !

it seems you’re finally ready to take the path of the mighty, huh ?

i have no intention of going down a path you made.

i was training on my own yesterday and got a little too caught up in it.

can you move in that state ?

if you can’t even react to this, then you won’t be able to save those that could be saved.

a single hit doesn’t pack much punch, but [they’re / you’re] too fast to follow with my eyes !

you might become a monster.

i’ve still got a long way to go, but i can see the light.

your physical appearance, speech and actions must be elegant if you’re a hero.

you’re literally unable to think for yourself.

are you even human ?

[they’ve / you’ve] been modified so [their / your] body can hold multiple quirks.

it’s likely that there is someone with a quirk that can give others quirks.

no matter what you want to accomplish, it’s necessary to have conviction and desire.

those who are weak will be weeded out. it’s only natural.

this society overgrown with fake heroes, where the word itself has lost its true meaning, and the criminals who wave their power around idly, should all be purged.

you sure talk a lot.

my last injury was finally about to finish healing …

people show their true colours when they’re on the verge of death.

[name], i don’t want anyone this crazy as a party member.

well, with the whole city on alert, villains can’t come out, huh ?

you’ve already experienced combat against villains, right ?

i didn’t think i’d be wearing my hero costume in such a fashionable town !

you shouldn’t act on a personal grudge.

no matter what the reason, heroes must not use their quirks for themselves.

what am i supposed to do about these feelings ?!

you’re so noble i could cry.

you think you can get away with stabbing me ?

if i want to kill you, i just will. that’s all.

i’ll crush your honour and your pride, [name.]

you usually respond within three minutes of reading a message.

so noisy … the idiots have come out, huh ?

if you call yourself a hero, you should choose your last words carefully.

i have been chasing you ! i didn’t think i would find you so soon !

your eyes … are you here for vengeance ?

are you saying that i am … not even a target ?

remember my name for as long as you live !

i’ve gotten mixed up in something crazy !

i won’t let you do whatever you want !

why did you choose a time like this to run off, [name] ?!

i can destroy the things i don’t like, right, [name] ?

once the night is over, the world will have forgotten about you, [name.]

in order to let news of [me / them] spread, [i / they] let [them / me] live.

i’m not that talented or anything, but i have to live up to the name of hero.

you were an excellent hero who gave me a dream.

save that guy first.

being taken in by the hatred before you and trying to fulfil your own desires … that is the furthest from what a hero should be.

[name], don’t get involved. this has nothing to do with you !

people who are all talk are a dime a dozen, but you are worth letting live.

[name], you need to give more details in a time like this.

i’ve inherited this name. i have to do it.

you’ve got a lot going on behind the scenes in your family too, huh ?

i’ll distract them, so you support me from behind !

i know just how narrow the field of vision can get for someone like you.

for you to move forward without anything holding you back would make me happy.

it’s not that i’ve forgiven you, and i have no intention of doing so.

no matter what a scumbag [they / you] are, i have to appreciate the judgement and instincts of the one called the number two hero.

the only words i can say to you are : look properly at what you want to be !

what kind of hero am i ?

i only saw what was in front of me … i couldn’t see anything except myself.

you really take everything literally, huh ?

it’s just as you say, [name.] i’m different from them.

i’d like to see you dodge this !

that quirk isn’t as great as i thought.

it’s no use trying to be reformed for appearance’s sake. a person’s essence does not change so easily.

you will never be anything but a fake who prioritizes his own selfish desires.

you are a cancer to society that warps the idea of heroes. someone must set you straight.

[name], don’t listen to the logic of a murderer.

i have no right to call myself a hero. even so, i cannot give in.

it’s been a while, so my control’s not great.

they’re probably knocked out after all that … right ?

even though i’m a pro, i was just in the way.

jeez, this part of you is just like [name.]

you were injured because of me. i am truly sorry.

this is all to create a more just society.

why won’t things go the way i want ?

i must take back what it means to be a hero !

come ! try and get me, you fakes !

the only one i’ll let kill me is the true hero … [name.]

thinking about it now, we did something amazing, huh ?

seeing an ending like that really makes you feel like it’s a miracle we’re alive.

[name], i’ve got a lot of complaints for you.

if [i / you] hadn’t done anything, [you / i] would have been killed.

are you saying we should have followed the rules and watched people get killed ?

are you saying that as long as it turns out alright, it’s okay to bend the rules ?

there are those saying these people are connected to [the league of villains / organization.]

chaos can sometimes tempt people, and draw out the cruelty that lies sleeping inside them at their core.

the first thing i should have done was tell [you / name], but i forgot myself in my anger.

i feel like if i get involved … other people mess up their hands. is it a curse ?

[name], i didn’t know you could make jokes !

i am who i am today because of your teaching.

i only saw them in person for a few minutes, but even so, they had me shaking.

the current age, for better or worse, is one of suppression.

for them to have survived after that injury is a reality i don’t want to believe.

there have been rumours recently that legit support companies have been selling on the black market to people without hero licenses.

maybe it’s time for me to retire.

the title of hero must only be granted to those who epitomize self-sacrifice.

the present-day heroes are fakes who are all talk.

i want to learn what i can from you.

they said you defeated the villain even though you didn’t actually do it.

you become kind of mean when it comes to [name], huh ?

even though this is just a patrol, don’t let your guard down.

you were caught by a villain and looked like you were about to cry, right ?

did you already forget what i taught you ?

i wasn’t caught by the villain back then, i was thinking about how to defeat them.

there’s no reason for someone like you to worry about me.

it’s fine for those strong feelings to be aimed at becoming a hero, but if that’s no longer the case …

how many hostages are there ?

i was confused by the difference between the image i had of what a hero was when i was a kid and what the reality was.

was i too cute for words, [name] ?

if you answer my questions, then i won’t get rough with you.

stop moving around so much ! it’s annoying !

you don’t have your license yet, but you’re already an excellent hero.

you still strain yourself in your impatience, and when you lose focus, your control wavers.

even though you’re really strong, your name is almost unknown. is there a reason for that ?

i was never interested in working as a hero.

stop laughing ! my hair’s gotten used to it, so it won’t go back even after i wash it !

in order to keep anyone else from turning out like me, i will once again walk on the path to becoming a hero !

whoa, [name] ! what’s with those moves ?!

you went through a lot, huh ? i’m sorry i couldn’t be nearby.

do you remember what i said when i gave you my power ?

this quirk cannot be transferred to anyone unless the bearer wishes it.

i was thought to be quirkless, but there was something inside me. something neither me nor anyone else around me noticed.

it’s ironic that justice always comes from evil.

why are you bringing up an evildoer from so long ago now ?

i’ll do whatever you ask of me, no matter what it is.

as long as you’re with me, i can do anything. that’s what it feels like.

by the time this comes to pass, i won’t be able to be by your side anymore.

in the end, what i need to do hasn’t changed.

the leader of [the league of villains / organization], huh ? i wonder if you can really do it.

when you first debuted, your costume was so extreme that it created a stir !

what’s with you ? trying to pick a fight ?

you did well on the midterms ?! and here i thought you were one of us !

[guys / girls] like you are only likeable if they’re dumb.

it’s pretty hard to fail if you just pay attention in class.

it’s like you casually slapped me with the huge difference in how we were born …

oh, sorry. your head was so big that i accidentally hit it.

you guys just have to have all the attention, huh ?

that attention isn’t because people have high hopes for you. it’s because you keep attracting trouble.

some day, the rest of us might also be caught up in the trouble you bring and become victims as well.

are you an idiot, [name] ? we had an information advantage ! this was our chance to get ahead !

you seriously keep rubbing me the wrong way.

i don’t need another half-assed result like at the [event.]

we’ll all get individual scores, so we’ll see who’s better whether you like it or not.

it’s been a while since i’ve seen you this intense.

you’ve gotten worse than i thought.

i feel so out of place, it’s making me nervous …

we can just ignore them. let them say what they want.

the more time passes, the more of a disadvantage you’ll be at.

this is never ending, man ! no matter how many i break they just keep coming !

listen, in a fight, you have to see just how much you can push the things you’re good at.

you’re avoiding a fight after all, huh ?

now that i think about it, having you there at [place] really helped a lot.

good job getting past all the others, but what’ll you do against this ?

what i want is the shine of heroes who can do away with adversity.

in other words, we should run, right ?

you were quick-witted enough to get your friend out without getting injured yourself. not bad.

once we see them, i’ll draw them to me. then, you should run.

let me know if you notice anything strange with your quirk.

we started from the same place, but in terms of the practical skills a hero needs, i haven’t done anything that stands out.

what are you, a ninja ?

your plan places the burden pretty heavily on yourself.

ever since the [event], you’ve obviously lost confidence.

now that i think about it, it looked like you wanted to say something.

you’ve got to get your opponent where it hurts !

what’s wrong ? do you feel sick ? if you feel nauseous, there’s a pressure point on the instep of your foot …

when all’s said and done, you’re a softie.

i can’t see where they are, so i can’t do anything with my shots !

you can control animals with your quirk, right ? can’t you get birds to attack them or something ?!

are you planning on hiding ‘til time’s up ?

aren’t you giving up a little too easily ?

why are you so ready to run away ?

it might be hard for someone like you to survive in this place.

if someone runs away from me screaming, my sadistic side starts to throb.

what do you think you can do in that state ?

oh, you’re pretty clever ! you had me completely fooled !

we’ll toy with them until it’s almost over, and once they’re tired out, i’ll beat them up !

stop yelling ! this is why we can never have a real conversation !

who gives a damn about damaging the city ?

i told you, there’s no way you can win facing them head on !

i’ll win. that’s what it means to be a hero.

no matter how much trouble [you’re / name is] in, [you / they] always win in the end !

i know why you’re so angry. it’s because of [name]’s sudden improvement, right ?

there’s so much wasted potential in you.

if i have to get help from that scum, then i’d rather lose.

who’d work with someone like you ?

what kind of face is that, [name] ?

i don’t like it, but with what we’ve got right now, this is the only way to win !

i’m a little traumtized when you destroy your own body to fight.

that’s how you were from the beginning. you can’t help but save those who need rescuing.

you’ve gotten so strong since i first met you that i hardly recognize you, [name.]

you all have been the talk of the town for the past few days.

i saw a picture of you, but you look gross in person.

every time we drive them back, they come back stronger.

i came all this way to visit, so at least hear me out.

if what you wish is to come to pass, then we must increase our numbers.

i’m looking forward to hearing your stories about training camp.

stop, [name.] if you say it out loud, you’ll probably jinx it.

you’re scaring the children. stop that.

i can’t believe i’d see you again in a place like this.

you’ve got some sympathizers who are far from your ideals.

aren’t we doing the same thing, you and me ?

everything was upstaged by you. no one’s looking at me.

what do you think the difference is between me and [you / name] ?

i can’t understand or agree with who you are.

even if the way they did it was wrong, they were trying to live up to their ideals, i think.

whoops, don’t struggle. do you want to die ?

it’s nothing ! i’m fine ! don’t come close !

you should be careful. the next time we meet will likely be when i’ve decided to kill you.

i’m sorry i couldn’t save you.

do you also have times where you can’t save everyone ?

it’s frustrating, but i’m human too. i can’t save the people i can’t reach.

[name], i can’t take this anymore. my heart can’t take it …

the stronger the light, the greater the darkness.

i told you before that you weren’t cut out for this.

[upside-down-low]

No so true, I hate Steve stans who are Stancy shippers because they just don't get it. Regardless if Steve has feelings for Nancy that relationship isn't good for either of them. I don't find it also too ooc for him to have still feelings, as he didn't get closure, aka him knowing the full extent of Jancy, in season 2. And him wanting to have a huge family because he loves the kids and longs for something like that as he grew up as a single child with neglectful parents is also in character for him. Imagining a future with Nancy, because for him she was his first love and he blames himself for everything that went wrong during that time and now that he has matured and thinks he could be better for her isn't this horrible thing the fandom makes it out to be. People act like he forces Nancy into it while in reality he thought he was about to die so he wanted to get it off his chest. I hope we'll get one scene in s5 where Nancy comes clean to him, explaining how it was always Jonathan from the beginning and that she's sorry she couldn't love him. Then he can finally truly move on. I also think he has to learn that platonic relationships matter just as much, if not more. Him leaving the show with Robin and Dustin would be the happiest ending for him. Fr as an outsider I don't get why people are rooting for a toxic relationship, but I also get Steve's view because he doesn't have the information we have.

(I would like to say upfront that the love triangle annoyed me and I wanted platonic stoncy since s2, so that is gonna color my answer a bit)

Perhaps still having feelings is not necessarily ooc, but at the same time each season is like a check-in every few months. If Nancy’s all cool with the boys going into s2 after the shit they pulled s1, and I just have to assume there’s been room to have better conversations pre-s2 when there’s no monster to pursue, I was assuming there’s been room for them to come to terms with the situation at any point in time before s4. Idk I’m just pretty tired (not to mention how Eddie, Robin, and Dustin were encouraging it)

And yeah, I don’t think a dream of having a big family in itself is terrible. I do understand the speech in context—they are driving into possible death, a “hey, if we die” kind of thing; I still think it’s weird like the other attempts to push them together, while she’s still in a relationship. But if I’m being honest, I don’t seriously think it was an instance of ‘he cornered her just to say weird things to her’—they just came from a death dimension and had to go back to the death dimension. So I mean. If that’s the last thing he wants her to know from him, ok

I just don’t like how some people took it and ran with the Nice Guy thinking of “aww well ykw he deserves Nancy and to fulfill that dream with her” and throwing characters like Jonathan and Nancy under the bus on behalf of Steve in the process, which isn’t a new phenomenon, unfortunately

Aside from how I think much of the romance is done, the platonic and family relationships are always what I appreciate a lot from the show, and yeah, it’d be nice if Steve ends up content with the family he has acquired

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Chapter 2

“I don’t particularly like this new dress of yours.” Your father snapped Indy your ear as you both danced. Something your mother insisted on having was a father daughter dance. You clearly did not give two shits what your father thought. “Yeah well I didn’t particularly like my bloodied nose this morning, but here we both are…might as well put on a good show.” You snapped back at him slowly. 

Your father gave you a warning look before smiling softly. “He's gonna beat the shit out of you…you know you can't act like you’re some big macho hot shot.” He whispered with a grin, his grip tightening on your waist. “And you’re proud that you gave your eldest daughter to someone who might kill them? I’m left to wonder what kind of husband Pauline will have.” Your smirk didn’t go unnoticed by your father as your snarky comment caused him to step on your toes while his nails dug into the back of your hand, causing you to whimper. 

To everyone around it looked like you both were sharing memories, and just enjoying your father daughter dance, but you couldn’t wait for it to end. You hated your father, you hated your entire family honestly. But your father made you feel like shit. You were tired of it. 

Your father pulled back suddenly, and Chris stood there grinning, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Mind if I cut in? I quite like dancing with my wife.” He said in a happy but firm tone. It wasn’t as friendly as it appeared. “Oh Absolutely, of course, she’s an excellent dancer.” Your father grinned, knowing now…you were off limits. You were officially Mrs. Christopher Evans, you were untouchable, and if he was to ever lay hands on you again? Chris would watch him die in a heartbeat. 

As Chris took his spot, you looked up at him. “I’m ready to leave, when is this thing over?” You asked looking up at him. He stared down at you, his eyes searching your face. “3 more hours, then we’ll have some drinks at home.” He said dancing slowly with you. 

Chris’s Point of View

This was all for show and you knew that once you took Y/N home, things were going to be discussed. You watched her actions, her features, you watched as she rubbed her hands together during the speeches. A nervous habit perhaps? You knew she didn’t want to be there, hell you didn’t even want to be there yourself. 

“Champagne ma’am?” A server asked her, to which she held up her hand and shook her head. “No thank you,” she said softly, turning back to the plate before her. “You don’t drink?” You asked her, as she turned to you. “No, I don’t. Is it time to go yet?” She asked, pushing the plate away with food on it. 

You could have made her stay, showing the control and power you have, but what good would that have done? She would have been in an even more sour mood and she would have put up a fight. Besides, you had things you wanted to talk over with her once you arrived back home. It would be weird for you to have someone living with you. You could have made her spend time with people she clearly didn’t want to be around, but, you needed her to understand how life would be from now on also, so you didn’t want her to think you would force her into situations she wanted nothing to do with. “Fine,” you waved over Sebastian and whispered “We’re leaving, gather the gifts, send Anthony to the house with them. You gather everyone else and I’ll meet you in about an hour.” You said standing. 

Grabbing Y/N’s hand and helping her up, you smiled softly “We’re going home, Sebastian and Anthony will clear all this up for us.” You told her as she eyed you but said something as you both left, saying goodbye to everyone. 

She was silent the entire car ride home as you answered texts and calls. This would end up being an extremely long night. 

Y/N Point of View

Chris’s house was huge, there were two stories to it. Lights were shining down from the lining of the second story of the house. It was white with two large skinny trees on either side of the front door. On the left handed end of the house was a wood finished garage door, and off to the right was another garage door. There was a balcony above the front door, with a beautiful railing. “Your home is beautiful,” you told him as he helped you out of the car. “Thank you.” He said in a short tone. 

The moment you were out of the car, Chris dropped your hand as he walked up the stone driveway toward the front door. Two men stood on the upper balcony above the front door watching. You followed Chris inside and stopped just inside the front door. 

The house was amazing, the floors were a light sandstone color, marbled. Which continued up the stairs. The banisters, walls and pillars were blackm with a large crystal Chandelier adorned the ceiling. Off to your right was a den, there were brick walls, two steps down into it. With a black poker table square in the middle, on the farthest wall was lined with alcohol bottles, settled behind glass doors. You walked slowly past the den toward the living room which was nestled in the back of the house. Just between the living room and the foyer, there was a hallway. “Down there is a bathroom, a spare bedroom, a storage closet and my study.” He led you down the hallway showing you each room, before showing you his study.

The study was a dark oak trim with a large wooden desk, carved with some of the most amazing details you’d ever seen. Behind his chair, that was stationed neatly at his organized desk, was a portrait of a woman and man. You watched as he poured himself a drink and nodded. “When the door is shut…you don’t enter. At all. I don’t care if it’s an emergency.” He said shortly before guiding you back out. 

You followed him as he walked down the hallway and into a large kitchen, the countertops were marble, and the island in the middle held a prep area as well as a large deep sink. You could see yourself cooking dinners with all the black stainless steel appliances, the silver streaks in the black marble countertops, the floor was a shiny black tile flooring and you looked at him. “Fan of black huh?” You actually were just curious, but the look on his face made you feel like he was bothered that you even asked. “My father designed this house for my mother. I was 14 when he was killed. My mother had the entire place in a white color. I hate the color white.” He said looking back down at your dress before up at you again. 

Wanting to change the subject quickly you nodded, “Wow, Nice house…” you walked back toward the stairs and kicked off your heels. Bending down, you placed them on a step before you reached behind you, unzipping the gown. “I assume I have boxes of clothes around here…or did you want to change that too?” You asked, facing him as your dress dropped. 

Chris swallowed as his eyes traveled down and back up your body slowly. “Uh…” he pointed upstairs. “Your things were sent over yesterday,” he said with a sharp tone. You sighed crossing your arms. “We’re married, you’d see me naked eventually, might as well get it out of the way now.” You grabbed your shoes, leaving the gown he’d purchased for you on the floor, and started up the stairs. You had worn a pair of white lace cheeky panties for your wedding day and nothing else. 

Chris snatched your dress up and followed you. “Don’t leave shit lying around!” He called after you. “You need to learn to clean up after yourself!” He grabbed your arm and pulled you into the master suite. “Jesus…” you looked around. “You have a living room in your bedroom?” You asked about tossing your shoes by the couch in the living room. 

Chris gritted his teeth. “Shoes. Go in the fucking closet.” He grabbed your shoes as he walked over to the closet doors and opened them. There was all of your stuff. “What the fuck!” You cried out pushing past him as you rushed into the closet. “Where’s all my stuff?!” You looked through the dresses, pant suits, designer clothes, none of which belonged to you. “I upgraded you, there’s lounge clothes in the dresser drawers, lingerie for bed and there’s club outfits for when we go out.” He watched as you flipped through the clothes with a wrinkled nose. “Whatever.” You muttered as you grabbed a pair of silk pink pants, with a matching top that was thin strapped with lace around the edges. 

You came back out to see him sitting on the couch with a scotch in hand. “You drink a lot.” You started as you stood by the opposite end of the couch. Chris glared at you. “Not usually….but you look….comfortable.” He smarted off seeing you grit your teeth, “Well I’m not.” You crossed your arms causing your breasts to spill toward the lace covered edge of the thin silk top. You looked around the room. 

The room was stunning; large floor to ceiling windows covered the wall adjacent from the bed. Large, thick, dark curtains were hung with black circular rings along a black rod. You glanced back at him, the couch he was relaxed back against was a black, leather, corner sofa, the back and arm rests were curled and it looked like it cost almost the same as the house. The button indentations in the material were covered by black marbled, smooth circular pieces, which matched the tables that were sitting beside the couch and two matching chairs. “You really like black don’t you? Seems to match your heart anyways.” You snapped coldly at him. 

Chris glared slightly before he huffed out a breath. “Sit down. We need to discuss something.” He swallowed the rest of his drink before getting up to refill the glass with more scotch. You sat at the far end pulling your feet up under yourself as you looked up at him. “What’s your rules?” gotta be the perfect little wife?” you smarted off only for him to glare at you. “Something like that. 1) Pick up after yourself, don't be sloppy. 2) this was a deal, we're married, but this marriage is all show. 3) Keep your mouth shut, don't act like you know jack shit about this life or business. 4) We will go to one of my clubs on Friday nights, I’ll be out on Saturdays, and on Sundays we will host dinner for all my men & their families. 5) you will wear what’s in your closet, you have a workout schedule and you will have a diet to follow. 6) you will be guarded at all times. 7) You will not ask me about my business or what I do in my free time. 8) you will report to me everyday, where you are going, what your days look like, who you talk to, who you associate with. Your cell phone will be cloned and I will see everything. 9.) I’ll never hit you, or hurt you in any physical way. We have a staff, a chef, security, and personal assistants. So, we will have dinner together on wednesdays. If you decide to leave me, it will be the biggest mistake you ever make. In 4 to 6 months we will try to have children. We will have sex twice a week. Any questions?” Chris asked as you watched him down the scotch in his hand. 

You knew how Chris operated just by his little list of rules. “I have a few of my own…if you don't mind.” you said sarcastically. “1) I’m not giving you children, 2) I will choose what I wear, when I wear it, 3) your assistant will be a male. 4) since we’re legally married I will ask you to stop all contact with other females. 5) I’ll cook dinner on Wednesdays and breakfast on Saturdays. 6) We will have our families over twice a month for dinners. 7) I will only agree to your terms if you agree to mine. 8) I’ll never hit you either. 9) don't break my rules, I won't break yours. 10) this one is most important….do not cheat on me. A friend of mine, who has liked me for years…and the feelings were mutual….I broke contact with him when I found out about this marriage. I won't stand for cheating.” you said as he eyed you with a sly smile. You knew he wasn't going to follow through, which made this all the better. “Deal” Chris smirked, which made you smile. Step 1, completed. 

Chapter 4

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[cottoncandyjester]

How would yuki be with an insomniac darling?

I do adore the opposite attract trope yuki has heavy symptoms of narcalopsy and sleep is his love language

Warning this contains: yandere behavior, drugging, forced sleep, narcolepsy

He doesn’t understand how you can just not sleep

It really worries him when he wakes up from a ten hour nap to see you still awake

He’ll make you lay with him for his naps

He wants you to sleep but seeing you just stay up upsets him this isn’t healthy to him and it isn’t healthy for him either

He is someone who usually doesn’t care about much but he is deeply concerned about you which in turn can trigger his sleep attacks at times which doesn’t help the situation.

He’ll slowly stop taking naps since he wants to spend as much time with you as possible.

He will also stay up at night with you for as long as his body will allow him but the moment he feels sleep consume him he tries to fight it but it isn’t long til he is asleep

He’ll do everything he can to try and get you to rest from making tea to sweet cuddles during naps

If he’s noticing it’s affecting your health or you have gone too long with no sleep he’ll start drugging you with strong sleeping medicine

Nothing to put you in a coma but just enough to force your body to sleep

He always slips it into your food or drinks watching as you eat and hours later faint he always catches you and Carries you to bed falling asleep with you

He’ll make sure your sleep schedule is similar to his so when he sleeps usually so do you

He knows it isn’t healthy to sleep as much as he does but the thought of you going somewhere while he is asleep worries him.

Yuki let out a tired sigh as he finished a new batch of tatoos closing his sketch book with a soft sigh leaving his studio room to find you. He hated being away from you but if he was with you while he worked he would end up drawing nothing but tattoos inspired by you, yuki found you where he left you sitting on the couch watching tv. The sight made him sigh since he knew you barley had any sleep he knew you couldn’t sleep as much as him but he would like if you slept more.

“Oh you’re done? You have to show me them later” you cheered out your sweet smile making him feel guilty his poor baby must be so tired but their body was preventing them from sleeping, he had to save you. Yuki walked towards you and placed a soft kiss on your lips “ I’m gonna heat up some left over curry and rice, want some?” He asked out with a loving gaze. You wrapped your arms around him pulling him in for another kiss “mhm! Let’s eat together” you said happily blissfully unaware of his intentions. Yuki gave you one last kiss before he went to the kitchen making a fresh batch of rice while heating up curry, he was saving you that’s all he ever wanted to do. Yuki soon returned with two plates of curry now putting them on the table, hands shaking lightly as he felt a harsh wave of sleepiness consume him.

Not now! He couldn’t sleep yet not til he made you sleep! Yuki gulped and sat next to you starting to eat though he seemed more focused on watching you. “Is it yummy? Not too hot Hmm?” He asked out with a smile though he was already preparing himself for when he collapses. He placed his plate on the table now leaning back into the couch, rapidly blinking his eyes to prevent sleep from overcoming him he had to see you sleep first..he couldn’t sleep yet.

“It’s good! Curry is one of the few things you can make without falling asleep” you teased but noticed his behavior worry in your eyes “oh hey don’t fight it. Just get some rest” you cooed out as you reached out towards him but a weird feeling overcame you. You felt tingly so you placed your plate down and drank some water hoping that would help but everything was spinning and you looked to yuki who sleepily smiled holding his arms out “come, lay down..with…me” he whispers out his speech getting slurred and you collapsed ontop of him just as he closed his eyes.

“Fin..ally..” he whispers out as he hugged you close the two of you fast asleep, yuki was normally the one to awake first his sudden sleep attacks typically lasting a couple of hours while the strong medicine still left you asleep. He took this time to stroke your hair and watch you sleep pressing sweet kisses along your sleeping face.

He knew he shouldn’t drug you without asking but he was saving you, this was all for you everything he did was for you.

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 328: Pandora’s Box of Discourse

Previously on BnHA: DEKU TOOK A BATH.

Today on BnHA: 

Also Naomasa grew a beard. Goddamn. 

please let this be a cool chapter that plays nice with my ADHD lol

(ETA: lol I feel guilty because a lot of people hated this chapter, but I’m just happy there was a lot of stuff to make fun of, and also that I have another week to work on my backlog of meta posts since the kids were MIA.)

around one month ago?? ah, okay, so we’re gonna find out what was in that Tartarus security file huh

I love that they just randomly set the place on fire

was it necessary to do this in order to escape? no. was it a good idea to set the island they were occupying on fire while they were in the midst of still occupying it? uh. was it cinematic as fuck? fuck yeah

wow it’s a pervert!!

that’s so great that the villains set loose this fine fellow who I’m sure is definitely not a serial rapist. truly the LoV is so noble and misunderstood. they’re just trying to free society from its chains people

oh my god??!

SHANKED!!! oh my god I cheered for Stain before I realized what I was doing. time to have an identity crisis I guess

so he’s all “hey what’s going on.” which, while a respectable question, is something I personally would have waited to ask until I had put a bit of distance between myself and the fiery murder island. but that’s just my personal preference

Stain you really are tenacious I’ll give you that

“what’s the point of escaping prison if you’re not gonna be smart about it” well shit. anyways yeah you’re dead right, society is in the process of collapsing and the outside world is in total chaos, good call there

oh shit

I mean it’s not like we really expecting anything otherwise, but still. fucking brutal. I feel like these guys’ fates were decided the minute that one guy called AFO “scum” back in chapter 94. AFO is unmatched at getting long-term revenge

??

ahh, was it the security footage??

fdsdfk he’s still alive??

and he’s immediately launching into an inappropriately theatrical monologue even as the darkness closes in on him fdlfksjdlk. you know, was it ever confirmed that the other guy back in chapter 297 was Seiji’s dad? I’m just saying

very impressed that he’s still coherent enough to weigh the pros and cons before making the decision to gamble on giving this info to Stain, who at the very least has his own moral code and isn’t allied with AFO. it was definitely still a risk, but as we now know it was also the right call

what a weird alliance. so Stain tells him that he’ll give it to a just person, and the guy is all,

okay for real though I’m gonna need someone to run a DNA test on this guy. maybe it was some kind of cuckold situation?? the other guy had the family resemblance, but this guy absolutely 100% raised Shishikura Seiji and you are not going to convince me otherwise

anyway, so Stain is all,

PRISON GUARD: “???? ??????? what the hell. what the fuck does that fucking mean. I’m dying here, jesus christ, whatever man fuck you”

(ETA: I kind of feel like this might have been Stain’s last appearance in the manga, given all the fanfare. there’s not really much else he can do for the story at this point, and he seems to have gotten all the character development Horikoshi was planning on giving him. so if this really is it, hasta la vista and good riddance I guess.)

DWLFDKSLDK MEANWHILE, OUTSIDE

(ETA: I feel like this is meant to be evocative of that Sermon on the Mount painting, but in a really fucked up way lol.)

if it were me stumbling upon this scene I would just shake my head and walk right back into the flaming building. not getting involved in that mess. sorry not sorry. I’ll take my chances with the fire, especially given that it’s half-assed neutered BnHA fire lol

blah blah blah and so he decided to pass the info on to All Might -- HOT DAMN, HOLY SHIT

NAOMASA HOLY SHIT. THE APOCALYPSE LOOKS GOOD ON YOU, BOY

“I really like that facial scruff thing Aizawa’s got going on, I think I’m gonna get in on that” yes sir. “also thinking of ditching the tie in favor of the bulletproof vest look. also thinking of getting totally fucking jacked.” good lord. except I’m pretty sure that’s just body armor, but also I don’t care. anyway I should probably stop staring and actually read the fucking speech bubbles here lol

“All Might first handed this information over to Nao, and then went to see Deku, and then came back to Nao” thanks for that tidy little summary Horikoshi. we are capable of piecing events together in sequential order, I just want you to know that. but thank you

“so has Deku finally gotten a bath? also, sucks that Stain saved the day, but what are you gonna do” Nao I missed you so fucking much and didn’t even realize. how am I just now realizing that you are the perfect man

for a second I was gonna ask why Tartarus’s security systems would be cut off from the outside world, and then I remembered that’s a basic security control, and then I actually got impressed by how sensible that is. like, it’s been a while since I could genuinely say that the good guys (excluding class 1-A) did something smart. not that it helped them much in the end, but still

anyway so they’re talking about how AFO was able to coordinate the attack by communicating between his horcrux self on the outside and his ugly peanut-faced self on the inside

huh

okay you have my attention. I am taking notes here lol please continue

ah okay so he says that prior to Jakku, the transfer of information between him and his Vestige self was only one-way. but post-Jakku when Deku was in the hospital, he was able to tell what was happening inside the OFA Radical Lisa Frank Dead People Book Club Realm when he touched him. I feel like we established that before, actually. but he didn’t talk about how it actually felt, though

boy we already know this lol. yes AFO can talk with his horcrux self. and he can also communicate with his little bro in OFA too, let’s talk about that sometime why don’t we. what exactly does that imply, based on the rules we’ve established here

my god I cannot get over Naomasa and his fucking facial hair

no wonder All Might was in such a hurry to leave Deku and get back here

like I have no idea what this radio waves nonsense is but my god, people

that jawline. also so it’s a quirk, I see. except last I checked Deku didn’t have a radio waves quirk, so that doesn’t really explain his connection to AFO. but whatever, hopefully we’re at least getting closer to some kind of reveal here

(ETA: since I sometimes forget that other people’s lives don’t revolve around my theory posts, here are the two relevant links if you by chance want to know my thoughts about this.

Hagakure is still The U.A. Traitor™ regardless of whether Deku is passing information on to AFO through his psychic link, which he almost certainly is.

speaking of said psychic link, Deku is a horcrux.

just posting these now, because whenever trippy OFA stuff happens I tend to get an influx of theory asks. so hopefully this will be a bit of a time saver lol.)

-- wait, what

THAT’S what the recording was??!? holy SHIT. I genuinely was not expecting that. y’all wiretapped his fucking telepathy. fucking quirks, man. wild

AND THEY USED THAT POWER TO DETERMINE WHAT WE ALREADY KNEW, HUZZAH. GOOD SHOW

-- oh shit wait lol, except I forgot we’re not talking about 38 days from the present, we’re talking about 38 days from the date the conversation was recorded. heh. um

yeah that’s the face I would make too if All Fucking Might just casually told me we had eight days left until the end times

oh, pardon me. three fucking days

r.i.p. anyone who thought we were going to have another band arc sob. I sure hope Deku is enjoying that nap

(ETA: I realize people were hoping for a longer rest period here, but given that the man warned us all the way back in chapter 306 that we were entering the final act, you can’t really blame him too much when that turns out to be true. anyway but I do recognize that we’ve reached the point in the story where this kind of discourse is going to become a weekly occurrence, simply because there’s no possible way for Horikoshi’s actual endgame to line up perfectly with the variable headcanons of millions of fans, all of whom have wildly differing and in many cases contradictory expectations which can’t possibly all be fulfilled. anyway, so I’m already bracing myself for that lol. this coming year is going to be a wild ride.)

damn, U.A. out here looking like the motherfucking United Nations

-- is this U.A.?? I actually just realized, U.A. is four interconnected buildings, not two. wait holy shit is this Shiketsu?

wait holy SHIT

based on the overwhelmingly powerful vibes of bureaucratic incompetence, I’m thinking this really is the (future) U.N., or whatever organization it is that deals with international hero stuff

“just let them handle it themselves I’m sure they’ll be fine” yeah okay, thanks guys. appreciate it

wait oh shit did he say that it’s not just Japan?

soooo, what you’re telling me is that AFO is this close to bringing about the end of not just Japan, but the entire world, and you guys don’t think it’s a good idea to help the Japanese heroes stop him? so, genuine follow-up question: are you guys already planning your rich people exodus into space a la Wall-E, and that’s why you don’t give a fuck?? like, what??

omg international heroes

these guys are from World Hoodie Mission, right? is this Horikoshi’s way of reminding me to buy tickets

(ETA: and it worked too lol.)

WHO??? WHAT???

don’t tell me you’re introducing yet another badass new female character for me to fall in love with only to watch as you dismember them and/or blow them up, Horikoshi. I’m getting tired of playing this game my dude. don’t lie and tell me this time will be different. we’re not doing this again goddammit

noooooooooooooooooooo

god fucking dammit lmao. [sighs and rips the previous paragraph into shreds]

on behalf of Americans I apologize for our superheroes always being Like This

I also apologize because I love her already and I’m gonna be shameless about it. so fucking shameless you guys

is her fucking hair red white and blue. it is, isn’t it

this is the volume cliffhanger, 100% lol. it will take every ounce of Horikoshi’s willpower not to put her on the volume cover. he’ll have to settle for the spine or the inner cover this time because Deku VS his class 1-a superpals takes precedence. but it will be a close thing let me tell you

tbh it’s that smile that does it for me. she’s definitely All Might’s protege. get out there and show them how it’s done girl. and maybe call Salaam and BRD and see if you can’t convince them to play hooky from their governments as well. why not. world’s ending in three days you guys. “sorry, I’m busy this weekend” ain’t gonna cut it lol

so while I am not fully caught up with Vigilantes, I have read far enough to know that there’s an American hero named Captain Celebrity whose superpower from what I recall is being a humongous douchebag. and while I haven’t read far enough to know what happens to this guy, I can’t say I’m very disappointed to learn that he’s no longer the number one hero in the U.S. (actually, didn’t they kick him out and that’s why he moved to Japan to begin with?). anyway, so my thanks to Horikoshi for having a marginally higher opinion of Americans than Furuhashi, even though we have definitely not done anything to warrant said opinion lately, and you may have inadvertently opened the door to a pandora’s box of discourse lmao

(ETA: lol I went into the tags and they don’t disappoint. “why is she dressed like a flag” because she’s an homage to Captain America and Major Victory and literally every other character on this list. again, I apologize for fictional American superheroes being Like This. “oh boy another thicc waifu to make the fanboys happy” look, tumblr fandom never seems to have a problem thirsting over Dabi or Tomura or Aizawa or Nao, lol, I’m just saying. “where is Captain Celebrity” idk, probably murdered by the exploding bee cartel, let’s just be grateful for our good fortune and try not to Beetlejuice the man.)

anyway, so let’s see if Horikoshi’s recent character development with regards to making Mineta not terrible anymore will apply to other aspects of his writing as well. I know I was making light of discourse just now, but I do think the complaints about him introducing yet another new character at the 11th hour to be cannon fodder in the final battle are absolutely valid. and again, it wouldn’t be a problem if he didn’t keep maiming/killing off his female characters one by one instead of developing them and letting them kick ass long-term. but that said, I will never complain about Horikoshi adding another female character to the series, regardless of how clumsy the attempt may be. go ahead and pander away, just give us more girl power lol

anyway so we’ll see how it goes, but I think I’m gonna be optimistic and let myself hope once again, even though I’m probably gonna regret it lol. it is what it is. she is standing on an airplane just chilling for fuck’s sake. I’m only human. anyway fingers crossed

[stanknotstark]

5 Times Loki Held Your Hand and One Time You Held His

Only realizing it when they have to let go

You and Loki had become close friends when he came down with Thor. You were friends with Jane and through her knowing Thor scored a job at Stark Enterprise in R&D. This is where you basically just played with Tony’s new toys to make sure they work correctly and efficiently. Tony had invited you to live at Stark tower so you didn’t have to make an hour commute every day. Thus when Thor came down with Loki you ran into him randomly in the tower. 

You two first met one night when you couldn’t sleep and decided to wander the tower. Your final destination was one of the common areas that held a bar and an open view of the entire city with floor to ceiling windows. 

You had entered the common area and spotted a dark figure sitting in front of the windows. Clearing your throat the figure looks at you and you realize it’s Loki. 

“Mind if I join? I can totally leave if you’d prefer.” You say nervously from in front of the elevator. 

Loki looks you up and down with his eyes then shrugs. You take that as a cue to do whatever you please. So, you make your way over to him and sit far enough you don’t touch but close enough that you share companionship.

It’s silent for awhile but you can tell Loki is thinking so you stay quiet and just look across the lights lighting up the never sleeping city. 

“Are you not scared?” Loki finally breaks the silence and asks. 

You look at him confused. “Of what?” 

Loki looks at you, now confused too. “Of me.”

You really look at Loki. He has bags under his eyes, almost too hidden to see and you can see his face holds line of stress. His features are taught as if trying to hold himself back from something. 

“No.” You say, taking your eyes off him and looking at the city again. 

“Why? I could kill you.” Loki nearly demands but his voice doesn’t raise from the almost whisper you had both adopted. 

“And? Anyone could. Natasha could, a random stranger on the street could, hell I’m sure a really dedicated cat could kill me. I can kill myself. Why are you so special?” You say, your left hand coming up to rest in between your knees where you lay your chin. Your right hand stays on the floor to support yourself. You don’t look at Loki. 

However, you do hear him scoff. After a few seconds when you’re sure he’s not looking at you anymore he chuckles. “I would ask if you’re alright but I don’t particularly care.” 

At this you laugh lightly, “I didn’t ask for you to care.” You look at Loki who turns to look at you, squinting. 

“You’re weird.” He says and you shrug with a smile still on your face. “I like it.” 

You both go silent and look out at the city. Loki breaks the silence again by asking what certain buildings are and their functions. Through your explanations both of you fail to realize Loki let his left hand drift and cover your right hand still on the floor. It’s natural and you both like it subconsciously. 

When you yawn you go to raise both your arms and Loki realizes he had been holding your hand and pulls away like he’s burnt. You don’t say anything about it, you’re not even bothered by it, you simply stretch and stand.

“I’m tired. Good night.” You say, Loki nods, and you make your way to the elevator and to your wonderful bed that sits waiting for you. 

Not wanting to lose each other in a big crowd

The next time you hold hands isn’t for another month. 

Your relationship has developed a lot since that night in the tower. You’re practically inseparable and spend hours together daily. Loki appreciates your humor and non judgmental attitude about him. You enjoy his sarcasm, wit, and love for knowledge. Of course there is more you both love about each other but you keep it simple. 

Today, Loki has agreed to attend Stark’s Expo with you. He is curious as to what Earth has to offer with science and technology. He relishes in the fact that you turn and look at him and accept his offered hand to drag him from table to table, without losing each other in the crowd. You explain what everything is and how it works. You were obviously passionate about technology and science and what new things these students had to offer. Loki found he really enjoyed whatever it was that made you so passionate and animated about the new tech.

You keep a tight hold on his hand as you both make your way around the convention room and if he squeezes your hand back with just as much vigor he knows you won’t say anything. 

You both finally make it to the center stage where Tony is supposed to appear for a grandiose speech on the winners of the Stark Fund scholarship. When you both sit down in seats not far from the stage you keep holding Loki’s hand. 

Loki vaguely hears what you’re saying but more so is focused on how well both your hands fit. While his is cold, yours is warm, where his is calloused and rough, yours is delicate and soft, while his is big yours is small. He thinks that there could be no better fit. He could hold your hand forever. Unfortunately you let go of his hand when you make it to the car, after the expo is over, but he vows that you will hold his hand again. 

Grabbing hand to show them something

This time, when Loki grabs your hand, you’re both on the roof of the tower waiting for a meteor shower. He grabs it in between your conversation when he spots the first meteor and points at the sky. 

“Look.” He says watching you watch the meteors flash across the sky like shooting stars, as you had called them. 

He lovingly watches as your mouth opens a little, your face filled with mirth and excitement. From his spot he sees your eyes practically twinkling. 

“It’s beautiful.” He hears you whisper.

“It truly is.” He says, still staring at you adoringly. 

You turn and look at him with a smile. “Thanks.” You say in reference to him bringing you out to experience this.

Loki gives a small smile, closed lip, and a short nod in understanding. “Any time.” 

You both look back at the sky and watch as one more lonely meteor passes and then it’s over all too soon. You sigh, look at the ground in an attempt to look at Loki’s hand holding yours, then look up at the god. 

“I’m sure I’ll never see them up close but this is just as magical.” You say. 

Loki purses his lips in thought. “If that is your wish, I shall make it happen, some day.” He says with determination.

You smile again, something you can’t stop doing around the god, “I’ve no doubt you’ll achieve this, somehow.” You laugh a little. 

Loki smiles down at you, lifts your hand to his lips, and kisses it.

“Shall we go back inside and try some of the Moon berries Thor brought back?” 

You nod excitedly and rush to the door with Loki behind, never releasing each others hands. 

Possessive hand-holding

You’re attending Stark’s gala for some charity you’ve never heard of. Tony had told you to attend so you could make some connections and further your research with funding. Loki had agreed to be your plus one when you asked him a few days before. That’s how you found yourself in a dark, emerald halter dress that flowed to your feet in elegance. Loki wore a three piece suit, the outer suit jacket and pants black, the inner vest the same dark, emerald as your dress, and a white button up underneath. 

What you don’t expect is for all the men to flock to you when Loki excuses himself to grab you both a drink. You’re surrounded by three men asking you questions about your work but you can read the flirt in between their words. You act nice but don’t play into their flirtations. When they start to lean closer to you you start to get a bit uncomfortable. 

Luckily you spot Loki not too far away coming to you with a soft glare on his features. You know he’s downplaying the glare so he doesn’t outright scare everyone in his path. You knew all too well Loki could very likely kill someone with his infamous glare. 

When Loki makes it back you subconsciously hover into his side and take your drink from his hand with a small thanks. When his hand is free Loki’s hand finds its way down your arm and takes your hand into his. He smiles at the three men sharply and you introduce Loki as your date. The three men back off but don’t leave quite yet. 

Once they’ve asked all their questions they leave you with their business cards and stalk off to their next victim. 

You wait till they’re far enough and deflate a little with a small sigh. Looking up at Loki, who looks down at you concerned, you smile reassuringly and take a sip of the champagne in your hand. 

“I need to give Stark more credit and I now understand why he hates these things.” You say after your sip of the dry alcohol, shaking your head, “Everyone in here is like a shark waiting to feed on you if you show an ounce of weakness.” 

Loki chuckles. “They’ll have to get through me before they even look at you.” Loki empathetically says, squeezing your hand.

You look away from Loki, “So, technically, are we dating? Is this what’s going on? Because I’m honestly a little confused.” You say shyly. Squeezing his hand in yours.

Loki doesn’t say anything so you look at him a little anxious that you might have crossed some unseen boundary. When you look into his eyes he finally answers. “Is that what you want?”

“I mean,” You bring your drink to your lips, let the drink coat your mouth, swallowing, and cherish that Loki is leaning into you with anticipation, “Yes. Quite frankly I’ve been wanting this for months now.” You finally say with an opened mouth smirk. 

Loki smirks too. “Then yes, we’re dating, exclusively.” He adds the last part in case that wasn’t explicitly clear. 

You watch as Loki takes a drink of the champagne and his Adams apple bobs, his neck is bared to you and you want to lick a stripe up it. The moment is over too soon and you look at Loki with a glare. 

“What’s a girl got to do to get a kiss around here?” 

Loki smirks, places his drink on the counter you stand next to and looks at you with a raised brow. You smile. Loki then uses his free hand to cup your face, stare at you with amazement that this is actually happening, then close the short distance between you two and finally kiss you.

Only linking the pinkies together, not ready to let go completely

It’s a few weeks after the gala and officially dating Loki that you hold hands again. This time it’s in public. You’re both walking central park, mostly so you could get some fresh air. After the gala you had made a lot of connections and were getting unbelievable funding for your personal projects which in turn had you cooped up inside working constantly. Loki took it upon himself to get you out and about. 

You had both been totally besotted in each other and talking about random exciting things while walking and holding hands, when you make it to Bethesda Fountain. At the sight of it you ramble on about having change to throw and pull Loki towards it with glee. As you near it you both pull your hands away but only enough to still hang on my the pinky. You turn and look at Loki with a loving look, bring the god’s face to down to kiss you, then let go of his hand completely to cup his jaw with both hands. After you pull back Loki opens his eyes to fall in love with the way you look at him. 

“We both make a wish when we throw in our pennies, ok?” You ask, completely pulling from Loki’s hold and searching in your purse for two pennies. Loki watches you with a frown but accepts the penny you give him.

When you both stand at the edge of the fountain you count down from three and as the pennies hit the water you both silently make your wishes. Loki wishes for marriage with you and he’s honestly not quite sure what you wish for. He questions if he’s moving too fast but disregards that thought. Both of you had been very romantic leading up to dating and knew each other inside and out from constantly spending time together. Just because it’s only been official a few weeks means nothing. Loki knows he wants you forever. 

You turn to look at Loki and wag a finger, “Don’t tell me what you wished for or it won’t come true!” 

Loki smiles and grabs your hand again, “Then I shall keep my lips shut, darling.” 

+1 comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together

It’s you who initiates the hand holding this time. It’s a couple of months into dating when you do it. Loki will never forget it because you had initiated it this time. 

You’re both casually spending time in the common area with Nat, Clint, and Thor when it happens. You’re sitting across from Loki, both of you with crossed legs, playing a game of cards with him on the big couch Stark has. Nat and Clint are making bets as to who is going to win each round and Thor is fascinated as you explain everything going on in the game. 

Loki goes to flip his card when you stop talking to Thor and grab his hand. Loki looks up at you confused but watches with fascination as you flatten his hand out then put yours up to it and compare sizes. His hand looks like it could engulf yours. You hum thoughtfully and intertwine your fingers with his and return to the game as if nothing just happened, setting your hands to the side of the game on the couch.

Loki himself feels a little breathless but takes is a small gasp when Thor claps his shoulder. 

“Brother you’re at 19 are you truly sure you want to get hit again?” Thor asks.

Loki glances back at Thor but disregards him and looks at you instead. You look innocent enough but the spark in your eyes says you know what you’ve just done to Loki. 

Loki clears his throat. “Hit me, the risk is well worth it.” 

He watches as you give him a faced down card next to his jack and nine cards. 

You look up at him with a smirk, “Try your luck, Mischief.” You say. 

Loki raises a brow then turns the card you gave him. 

It’s an ace.

Loki smirks at you when you gasp and look at his cards with wide eyes. Natasha groans and pays Clint, Thor laughs roaringly. 

Both of your hands are still linked on the couch. Loki uses his thumb to caress your thumb and says, “What’s even more satisfying is that I didn’t even have to cheat.” 

You look at Loki with a mix of awe and satisfaction. “And here I thought I was the lucky one in this relationship.” 

Loki chuckles, “You’re severely mistaken.” He says, obviously not talking about the game anymore when he gives you a look full of tenderness and love. 

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imaaaaagine a world like that..can you? part 2

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in which y/n sees a text, harry lies to her, and wants her back.

a/n: ahhhh!!! i feel like the first part of this story was a fan favorite out of all my other pieces! so thank you thank you thank you!!! hope you enjoy!

here’s the link to part 1 if you haven’t read it already!

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you were always a light sleeper. you would wake up to a pillow falling on the floor, slight wind coming from outside, or even a phone that’s on silent vibrate. that’s the case when you woke up to a text vibration sound coming from a phone. tired eyes, you wake from your current position and see a love island episode playing. on auto-play of course because you already remember watching the previous episode a few days prior. you guess you and harry fell asleep during the new one you two were watching. with tired eyes, you squint to see harry sleeping peacefully. you miss this, you thought. sitting there in silence and taking in how harry used to sleep, slight snores, mouth a little open. except he’d be right next to you and not across.

your thoughts interrupted you hear the text buzz again. you grab what you assume to be your phone, since you and harry both have simple, plain black cases.

wrong.

it wasn’t your phone. it was harry’s.

you realized this when you read the text displayed on the lock screen, from olivia wilde.

I miss you, and our casual hookups. Can’t stop thinking about it. it read. you wanted to breakdown and cry right there.

you felt all kinds of emotions; confused, upset, angry, and jealous. why wouldn’t harry tell me this part? no i understand that, but why would he make it seem like he did not enjoy it at all? clearly he’s comfortable doing this stunt if he was hooking up with her. all these thoughts running through your head as you quietly get up, turn off the tv, and go upstairs to your bedroom. leaving harry to sleep on the couch.

you feel tears rolling down your face as you get into bed, quiet sobs erupting from your chest. you loved him. you still love him. you were glad when harry said that it’s all pr. you were glad when he made it seem like its all fake. but now, it was all a lie. sure it was a pr stunt, but harry and olivia seemed to take advantage of that and use that to get intimate. he clearly wasn’t as annoyed as he made to seem about the situation since he got to hookup with her. you may be jealous, but you don’t care that he didn’t mention something private like that to you, because he didn’t need to, it’s his business. but what stings is that he made it seem like it was clear he wasn’t actually into olivia.

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you wake up to hear the coffee machine on, and the sound of something being cut against the cutting board. harry’s still here. you felt weird facing him now that you know he lied to you. even though you two aren’t in a relationship anymore, he has never lied to you. ever. nonetheless, you get up and proceed with your morning routine, then head downstairs.

“mornin,’ sleep well?” harry smiles as he sees you enter the kitchen. his eyebrows furrow a bit as you come closer to his vision. he couldn’t help but notice your eyes look a bit puffier than usual than how it normally looks when you’ve just woken up. he knows its either allergies or that you cried.

you reply with a slight “mhm” and reach for the cupboard to get glasses.

the thought of you crying makes him worried. it always did. you rarely cried during your relationship with him. only when it was a close individual’s funeral, or tears of laughter. or the day you two argued and he broke it off with you.

that’s why he hates seeing you in your state now. because if you were crying, all he could picture is the day you two broke up.

“y/n, y’good? your eyes look puffier than usual, love.” harry asks cautiously, trying to read your face, which refuses to make eye contact with him.

you were stood by the fridge, filling the glasses of water for the two of you when you replied, “m’good, just allergies. cat’s shedding season.” you say with a straight face, looking towards the glasses you’re filling. not wanting to look harry in the eyes. because all you can think about is how he was intimate with olivia, and how he lied. your stomach already turns at the thought.

“take the allergy meds that doctor prescribed you a while ago. remember it works wonders.” harry smiles, setting yours and his plate down on the table as you come and set the glasses down.

harry makes it so damn hard to hate him sometimes. the fact that he remembers the little things has you in awe. but no, not right now y/n.

“mhm, i’ll call in to get those refilled.” you lie through your teeth, acting as if the allergies were the reason for your current state, “thanks for breakfast by the way, y’didn’t have to. my fault for waking up later than usual.” you say sitting down.

harry sitting across from you, senses a different feel to how you were yesterday. you seem a bit off now, and you were never like this in the mornings. he supposes you did have a late night and filled with allergies bothering you, so you’re probably not in the best mood.

he shrugs it off, “no need, i overstayed my visit on accident, and its the least i can do after you helped me with my little uh, situation,” harry giggles, sticking a strawberry in his mouth.

you give him a glare as he looks down. his situation he says. you wanted to laugh in his face.

it’s a silent breakfast from there. harry in his own thoughts thinking about last night. oh, how much he missed you. how much he wanted to cuddle with you. be sleeping in bed with you. waking up to your face. soft kisses throughout. he misses it so much. he senses and hopes you miss him too. he had a good feeling last night. and that’s when he decides he needs to say something. if he doesn’t speak now, he never will. now’s the perfect time. after his tour and new album, he’ll be taking a break. a break from everything. a break to spend time with family, friends, live privately, and hopefully settle down with you. now’s the perfect time to reconcile with you and put the offer out on the table.

“..so,” harry begins. you look up and see harry putting his utensils down, wiping his mouth with a napkin, getting ready to speak. “after the tour ends, i’ll be releasing my album, do some promo for that, and then i’ll be on a hiatus..for however long i’d want it to be..”

you can’t just have all feelings for him disappear in less than 24 hours. so when he said that, you can’t lie to yourself and not feel some happiness. yet, he still better not say what you think he’s gonna say. you’re still mad at him y/n. don’t do this to yourself.

“so what are you saying..” you hum.

“god y/n, you know what i’m about to say.” harry purses his lips and looks you in the eye, hands reaching out for yours, “i’m ready to settle down with you, if you’d have me back that is.” he says with a little smile and gleaming eyes.

the days prior from yesterday of you finding out, you would’ve have said yes. you would have breathed out a finally, and had a sense of relief.

but now it’s going to be a different outcome. he took advantage of your kindness and you giving him advice. he took advantage of your time. maybe dramatic, but that’s how you see it.

you’re mad. that slight happiness you got when he said he was taking a break is gone.

“s’not even like we have to be boyfriend and girlfriend for another period of time! we can go straight to fiancés! we already have trust in each other, i mean we only broke up because of my work. nothing else was to be fixed in the relationship! i’ll put a ring on it right now if i have’ta!”

harry rambling, saying some bullshit about trust, causes you to interrupt him, “harry-“ he still rambles but now about having kids. “stop.” you say, voice grew a little louder and more stern.

harry pauses, wide-eyed. sure he didn’t know how you were even feeling about this, but he was sure the love you two have was still there.

“trust?” you laugh in disbelief. “first off, you’re acting like we took a break. a halt in our relationship until you were ready to settle down. you should know that’s not the case. i’ve been patient throughout our relationship far too long for me to be waiting around on your terms.”

“y/n i-“ he interrupts.

“no, i’m talking. this whole ‘trust’ thing is gone. i’m sorry but last night i woke up in the living room to a text notification. i assumed it was my phone, and since we have the same phone cases, i happened to pick yours up and saw a text from who’s supposed to be your ‘pr stunt’? she’s wanting to hook up with you? again? jesus harry, you should know why i’m mad and upset that you’re saying you want me now. even before you said all this, right after seeing that text, i was mad because you lied to me. look, you of course didn’t have to share that you were intimate with her; but don’t make it seem as if you’re not into her at all. and making it seem like it’s the poor girl’s fault. acting as if she’s a nuisance wanting to be intimate or affectionate, cause clearly you wanted her as well.” you end your speech with a sigh, shaking your head. you take a sip of water, mouth dry from the little speech you said. you wait for him to come up with whatever amusing thing he can say to make it not sound as bad as it is.

harry’s startled. doesn’t know what to say. he saw the text when he woke up, but he told her that it wasn’t for him anymore, that he just wanted you, and it was nice in the moment, but they are after all, strictly just business buddies with a platonic friendship. she understood, she seemed a bit mad, but harry didn’t care. he just wanted to make sure there’s nothing in his way to get you back, and that those hookups he had with her were in the past. he’s going to try to fix this.

you speak up again in a calmer tone, “you didn’t care about my feelings,”

his face turns red. nerves rattling him.

“y/n i feel awful about it, know what i mean i-“

you cut him off. “you made me look really dumb, harry.” you say while lightly nodding your head in order to get him to understand.

he begins to speak again. “look i’ll be honest. i should’ve mentioned it yesterday, and m’sorry for that. i will admit, there was a physical attraction with her at the beginning of everything, and since we were broken up-“

you correct him, “are, broken up.”

his heart hurts when you say that, he nods, “yes, are broken up, i didn’t want to live with any regrets. i felt it was better to just experiment and to take advantage of being in the stunt, seeing if there’s a spark,” he takes a breath. “i would’ve regretted if i didn’t and it was better to do it at the time because i didn’t know if you would even take me back once i came home,” he keeps fidgeting with his feet under the table, nervous on what your response will be; but hopefully understanding. because you always were.

wrong. boy was he wrong.

“so..you still did it with the intention of coming back home, hoping to get back with me?” you caught him. “harry..what are you even saying?”

he gulped. fuck. this looks bad. he didn’t think things through, he thought. “look, you didn’t feel anything rushing back last night? everything that we had, and built together?” face even more red.

“yeah and then today..you slapped me across the face with a lie and embarrassed me.” you spat. “what’s wrong with you? you don’t have any respect for me.” shaking your head in disappointment. “and its such a let down considering if you hadn’t hooked up with her, i would’ve hopped right into your arms right when you said you wanted to settle.”

he regrets everything and anything right when you said those words. why did he hook up with her? god did he really think y/n was going to just be waiting around? of course he thought so. he always did. and that’s why you two were broken up.

he sighed, shaking his head as well, as he’s disappointed in himself. he was about to speak, but you beat him to it. “i’m not mad that you hooked up with her, i’m mad that you don’t have any respect for me. i’m mad about your intentions behind it. and the fact that you lied to me making it seem like olivia is the bad guy saying, ‘s’like she enjoys it!’” you repeat his words he said to last night, when he made it seem like he wasn’t into her. “and just the fact that i gave you meaningful advice because i care about you, once again, you embarrassed me. i feel dumb, harry.”

he feels dumb too.

you still didn’t let him speak, instead, you let him leave.

“something needs to change, harry. until then, please leave.” you say, getting up from the table walking hurriedly upstairs, eyes beginning to water, but you feeling satisfied that you listened to your own advice you gave to harry: stand your ground.

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a/n: man really thought y/n would be waiting around for her. smh.

hope you guys enjoyed this part!! still deciding on whether to make a part 3 or not! don’t really know which way i want to go about it.

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I DON'T WANT YOU LIKE A BEST FRIEND - MAT BARZAL X READER

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Summary: after Mat introduces you as his best friend and it affects you more than it should, you end up confessing your feelings for him 

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His words hadn’t left your mind the whole night, they were on loop, replaying over and over in your brain. ‘This is Y/N, one of my best friends.’ That’s how Mat had introduced you when you arrived at his family’s friend’s wedding, to which he had invited you as he’s plus one.

You knew you and Mat were just friends, you have been for a long time, and it surely wasn’t the first time he introduced you like that. Maybe this time hit differently because you had just come to terms with the undeniable fact that you had fallen for your best friend, no matter how cliché that sounded.

You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when it happened. It just happened slowly without you even realizing. Suddenly seeing him hit on random girls at the bar made you feel sick. Suddenly his hand on your lower back guiding you through a crowded room felt different. Suddenly your name coming from his lips made the world stop. You didn’t know what turned the switch in your brain from platonic to romantic love and made you look at him with new eyes, but once you realized it there was no going back and the thought of Mat and you becoming something more was always there painfully present in the back of your head.

“Y/N?” you heard Mat call you, bringing you back to reality. You looked at him still a bit lost in your thoughts. ”Are you okay?” he asked with his eyes stuck on the windshield as he drove you home after the wedding had ended.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why?”

“I don’t know. You’ve been a little off all night.” He noticed, he obviously did. Because he’s Mat, he’s your best friend, he’s one of the most attentive guys you know and he knows you better than you know yourself sometimes. So he obviously noticed, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t keep on pretending.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you replied failing to sound as confident as you wanted to. Mat didn’t say anything and the car fell back into silence. 

You looked outside the window, trying to distract yourself and calm down. You weren’t far away from your place, in just a few minutes you’d be in your apartment. Mat had noticed something but he didn’t know what it was, so you could send him a text explaining you had a headache or something to get him off your back and just move on.

At least that was the plan but then Mat turned off the car and got out of it with you. You thought he was walking you to the building door like he had done many times, nothing strange. However he walked into the building with you and got into the elevator.

That’s when you started to suspect something was happening. You looked over at him confused and he just smiled at you, like nothing was going on. So maybe he was just walking you to the door. You decided not to think too much into it because if you did your heart would start racing and would notice your nerves, the last thing you needed was to give him more reasons to believe something was going on.

As you opened the door Mat was quick to walk into your apartment and you watched him with furrowed brows as he took a seat on your couch, casually like there was nothing weird with it.

“Excuse me? Can I help you with something?” you asked, stepping in front of him.

“I know something’s up Y/N. You barely talked today and you didn’t cry, I’ve seen you cry at stupid commercials and you didn’t cry at a wedding.”

You rolled your eyes walking away from him because you knew you couldn’t lie to his face, he’d notice. “I’m fine Mat I promised I just had a headache.”

“No you didn’t. When you have a headache you massage your head and you get sleepy, that’s not what happened today. It’s more like you were gone.” You hated how much he knew you, it would be harder to convince him but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t try.

“Well I’m sorry I don’t always have the same gestures Sherlock.” you replied, irritation was clear in your tone. Mat let out a deep sigh and got up. It wasn’t his intention to argue and he could see you were getting mad, he just wanted to know what was going on.

“Y/N I know you-” he started to say as he approached you but you were tired of hearing that speech.

“Can we not do this right now? I’m tired Mat, I just wanna go to bed.” you said with a defeated look, lowering your town. He looked at you for a minute and decided to push his stubbornness aside. He knew he was right, he’d bet a million dollars on it, but he also knew you were exhausted, he could see it in your face.

Mat walked till he was in front of you, inches away, and suddenly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. He held you tight as one hand went up to your hair to stroke it. You were surprised at first but then he felt you relax in his embrace. He placed a kiss on top of your head as he balanced slightly from one side to the other, keeping his face buried in your hair.

“You don’t have to tell me what’s going on okay? Because I know something happened, don’t even try to pretend it didn’t. I just wanna know if it’s something I did, that’s all I need to know because I can’t leave you here alone knowing I may have done something to upset you.”

His voice was soft as he spoke against you. Tears started to build up in your eyes and you tried to push them away as you debated what your next move would be.

If you told him it wasn’t about him he'd leave and you could move on pretending nothing happened and dealing with your unresolved feelings. If you told him the truth you didn’t know what would happen. However you knew that regardless of how he felt about you he’d be nice to you. The man was hugging you tight about his chest, refusing you to leave until you told him it wasn’t his fault because he wouldn’t be able to live with himself knowing he did anything to hurt you.

Maybe it was the wine you had drank. Maybe it was because you were emotionally exhausted and unable to think clearly. Or maybe because you were tired of pretending. You didn’t know the reason why you decided to be honest and tell him how you truly felt, but you did that.

“You introduced me as your best friend today, that’s why I was off the whole day, I just kept thinking about it.” you mumbled against his chest, breaking the silence.

“Did you want me to introduce you differently?” He pulled away a little to be able to look you in the face, but his arms were still around you.

“Yes- I mean no. I-” You stumbled on your words, trying to find the right way to explain everything. “What you did was fine, I am your best friend, that’s right.”

“Then why did it upset you?” You rested your head face against his chest again, not having the courage to look him in the face as you confessed what you were about to confess.

“Cause I don't want you like a best friend Mat. I haven’t for a while now and I just don’t know how to deal with this. It’s not your fault, I don’t know what happened or when or how. I have these feelings for you and I guessed it hurt a bit to hear you calling me your best friend, even though that’s exactly what I am.”

After you spoke the room went silent again and you started panicking. You looked up at Mat who was already looking down at you and all you could see was shock. Suddenly your worst fear was real, you had screwed up your friendship with him. It was over. You felt the familiar knot in your throat and tears blurred your vision.

“Sorry ignore everything I said. Just forget it okay?” you said as you freed yourself from his embrace. Still no reaction whatsoever from him. “Shit. Shit. Shit. I feel so stupid.”

“Y/N.” he said, but you were too distracted pacing around the room and rambling to hear him.

“You know I even spent hours shopping for the perfect dress that would magically make you see me as more than your friend, do you know how stupid that sound? What am I? 15 years old?”

“Y/N listen-” he tried again but there was no getting to you, you were too lost in your own jabber. It was like once you started you couldn’t stop and you’d surely later regret all you were confessing.

“I’m an idiot. I really thought you could maybe by some miracle feel the same and-”

“Y/N!” he said now in a much louder tone so you would hear him and place his hands on your sides to stop you. You were surprised, not even realizing he had approached you at some point.

“Please stop.” he added now on a lower more tender tone, it almost sounded like a plea.

Now that you looked at him the initial shock had been replaced by something you couldn’t make out. His face was unreadable as he stated leaning in and before you could even question what was going on his lips were on yours.

You were surprised at first, eyes wide open not being to process what was going on. But once the initial shock was over you kissed him back. It’s embarrassing how many times you had thought what kissing him would be like, but it turned out to be even better than you could have imagined. His lips caressed yours gently, even a bit shily. Your hands met on the back of his neck and his slid down your sides to your waist, pulling you closer. 

Then a thought found its way into your brain.

“Wait.” you mumbled against his lips and he instantly pulled away. “I need to know you’re not doing this out of pity.”

He chuckled letting his head fall back before answering. “I’m doing this because I also don’t want you like a best friend. Because you do look amazing in that dress. Because I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long now. Because-” 

Your smile grew wider with every word and your cheeks turned red. You could tell he planned to keep on going, and you were surely going to ask him to tell you the rest later, but now there was only one thing you wanted.

“Ok, ok. I get it. We can go back to kissing now.” you said making him laugh, already tugging him closer by his neck and his laughs died in your lips.

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“blep” flashback

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premise: since you’d been absorbed into Karl and Nicks relationship, you guys had kept it under wraps, until... you accidently said something on a stream with Quackity, when you start getting hate about it Karl and Nick decide to do something about it

(y/n/n)- your nick name

(y/s/n) your screen name

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No one was quite too sure when it started, Karl would say once you moved in with them, and Sapnap argued that it started even before that, that you had just naturally been absorbed into their relationship. 

Now ‘the frat house’ as the house you all rented had been dubbed by your friends on the Dream Smp, consisted of one relationship, and not just a group of pinning idiots. 

You sighed, looking down at all the messages flooding your phone, it hadn’t even been a whole day since you let it slip, and still so many people knew, so many people were giving you hate online. 

Everyone knew, except your boyfriends. 

Somehow despite letting your involvement in there relationship out, and thousands of people were tweeting about it, they still hadn’t realized. 

You had to hand it to them, for two pretty smart guys, Karl and Nick could be pretty oblivious. 

“(y/n/n)?” 

Karl’s call knocked you out of your thoughts and back to reality, so, you pushed away from your desk, “Yeah?”

He stuck his head in the door, “You almost done? Nicky’s about to finish his stream, and I would like cuddles.” 

“uhhhh,” you glanced at your monitor, the assignment for one of your classes still open, “Soon, baby, I’m almost done.” 

“M, kay.”

You pulled you chair back in as Karl wandered out, doing your best to refocus on the assignment, and not back onto the top notification, ‘I can’t believe (y/s/n) managed to convince themself they were good enough for Sapnap and Karl’ 

You sighed, you didn’t want to keep looking through them, but- what if someone said something worse? 

It was a rabbit hole, every mention, every hashtag, every dm dragged you further in. 

~~

“Do you think (y/n)s being weird?” Karl asked quietly. 

Nick looked up at him confused, “Weird how?” 

“I don’t know, something just seems off, you know?” 

Nick frowned as he looked back down at twitter, confused by what he was seeing, he held his phone out for Karl to see, “You think this has something to do with it?” 

~~

After a little while, and maybe a few tears, you managed to tear yourself away from your phone long enough to finish the work you had left, continuing to shove your phone away whenever a new notification came up.

You finished up the last of your assignment, quietly sending it off to your professor, and shutting down your computer, you shuffled off toward your unused bed, flopping down face first. 

“(Y/n/n)!” Nick half sang, laying down next to you, “I was told to retrieve you for cuddles.” 

You hummed in acknowledgement, shifting closer to him as he wrapped an arm around you. 

“You alright love?” 

“‘m tired.” You mumbled, tucking your face into the crook of his neck. 

“Why don’t you come cuddle then? Karl’s lookin for a movie right now.” 

Slowly you pulled yourself to stand with a sigh, “Alright.” 

You shuffled out of the room, Nick only pausing to grab your phone, glaring down at a notification that read, ‘imagine thinking living in the same house is enough to warrant becoming a homewrecker.’ 

He quickly followed you into the other bedroom, smiling upon seeing how Karl’s face lit up upon seeing both his partners. 

“(y/n/n)! Nicky!” He exclaimed, Holding up his arms, “Cuddles!” 

You smiled at that, climbing into bed next to him, burying your head in his chest as Nick came to lay on your other side, wrapping an arm around both of you and pressing a light kiss to the back of your neck. 

“(Y/n).” 

It was the tone Nick used that got your worried, “Yeah?” 

“Why didn’t you tell us what was going on with the fans on twitter, Darlin?” Karl asked softly. 

Nick sighed, “I know we said we were keeping this on the down low, and it doesn’t really matter that it’s out there, but why didn’t you tell us?” 

You bit your lip to stop it from quivering, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t’ve said anything. I didn’t mean to mess this up. We- We said we were going to announce it soon right?” 

“Hey, hey,” Nick sat up a little, using the hand that wasn’t already holding Karl’s to rub small circles into your shoulder, “It’s alright love. It doesn’t matter that it’s out there, we just wanna know why you didn’t tell us about the toxic people?” 

“It’s nothing.” You muttered. 

“No it isn’t,” Karl said, “Darlin what happened?” 

~~

“The Frat house?” 

You had been streaming with Quackity, running around on the smp. 

“Yeah, that’s what we call it!” You laughed. 

Quackity snorted, “The Frat House? Why?” 

“Have you met Karl and Sapnap? They are literally frat boys that aren’t in a frat!” 

“Nah, it’s still weird. Like, why? What the fuck?” 

You chuckled, “Interestingly it did actually used to be a frat house.”

“WHAT THE FUCK?” He laughed. 

“Yeah, that’s why there’s like four different bedrooms, plus a weird party basement.” 

You both laughed, and went back to trying to mess with Fundy’s build without him noticing. 

“What’s it like living with Sapnap? Is he actually that much of a Chad?” 

“Oh yeah. It’s- it’s fucking chaotic here, obviously. I swear we do enough grocery shopping for like, three times the people than what live here, and every room except mine is a mess.” 

“Oof, Imagine living with chadnap full time chat?” Quackity laughed. 

A text to speech donation asked, “What’s it like being the third wheel too frat boys Karl and Quackity?” 

In spite of yourself you snorted, “Someone asked what it’s like being the third wheel.”

He laughed, “Oh yes, the viewers want to know, give us the scoop!” 

“Well.... I guess I’m not a third wheel in that sense, We’re pretty much a fully functioning tricycle now.”  You clamped a hand over your mouth, realizing what you’d said. 

~~ 

Karl laughed once you finished explaining, and you slapped him lightly, “It’s not funny.” 

“Yes it is!” He giggled. 

“No!” You half wailed, “I fucked everything up!” 

Nick barley held back a chuckle, “It is a little funny.” 

You sighed, screwing your eyes shut and snuggling into them, “I didn’t wanna mess anythin up, but I did an’ now your making fun of me.”

Nick kissed the back of your neck again, “We aren’t making fun of you.” 

“We just think it’s funny the way you said it,” Karl reassured, “What isn’t funny is the people harassing you.” 

“Why didn’t you tell us it was going on?” 

“It doesn’t matter,” You insisted, “It’ll all blow over eventually.” 

~~

Sapnap 

@sapnapalt

GUYS PLEASE WATCH THIS VID IT”S IMPORTANT!!

The video:

*Karl and Nick are half sat up in bed looking at the camera*

Nick: ‘guys as much as we were thinking weren’t going to have to say this, it really needs to be said.’ 

Karl: ‘When we came forward with our relationship you guys were all super caring and considerate, there was actually very little hate going around, surprisingly, and what are a few random homophobes on the internet gonna do?’ 

Nick: ‘We really appreciate how kind you all were to us, so please’ 

*the camera shifts down to show you, asleep on Karl’s chest and wrapped in Nick’s hoodie* 

Nick: ‘stop bothering our partner.’ 

Karl: ‘please, it- everything has gone to far since they first said it and it isn’t okay. Yeah, we were keeping this a secret but thats because we were planning on a funny reveal, Just because this came out sooner than we planned doesn’t mean you get to bother (y/n) about it! I want all the hate your sending to them to stop!’ 

Nick: ‘It’s honestly fucking disgusting, how far you guys are taking this! The fact that they can hardly pick up there phone without getting more of this bull shit is not okay!’ 

*karl smiles at him softly* : ‘we just want (y/n) to be happy and comfortable in this relationship and you guys aren’t exactly helping. Please Please please stop sending them hate and so yeah, it’s official, we really are a fully functioning tricycle.’ 

Nick: ‘so stop sending our partner hate!’ 

~~ 

You didn’t actually see the video until later, having all but thrown your phone away once you woke up the next morning, but when you did you couldn’t help but quickly tackle Karl, who happened to also be in the kitchen, in a hug. 

“Thank you.” 

He smiled into your shoulder, hugging you back just as tightly, “It was mostly Nicks idea.” 

As if on cue Nick hugged you both from the side, “We couldn’t just leave it be love.” 

Still grinning madly, you kissed them both, “I love you guys. So, so much.” 

[lonelier-version-of-you]

Overall I liked this week’s episode. It wasn’t quite as strong as last week’s, but that may just be because I don’t like what they’ve been doing with Sah’s storyline. I really enjoyed everything else.

The Dylan stuff was absolutely fantastic. I love it and I love William Beck’s acting. And I am really, really glad the show is finally addressing Dylan’s mental health, because he’s been blatantly unwell for nearly 2 years at this point (going right back to when he was looking at houses for him and Faith in February 2021, a move I’m still baffled that people thought was romantic), and I was really worried it would just be swept under the rug, but no, it’s just been building up really slowly. Look, not that I want to sound happy that Dylan is ill, but I’d rather have him be ill and the show address it than have him be ill and the show not address it, so... yeah.

I also just love that the show is currently in a place where people on Twitter are whining that it’s “too political” every week. Mate, if you don’t want politics, fuck off and stop watching Casualty.

I expected after Dylan’s whole “I can’t fix the NHS but I can fix things here” speech a few weeks back that the show was going to quickly deconstruct that idea and show that Dylan actually has very little power in the grand scheme of everything, and I was right. His speech tonight calling back to that moment was WONDERFUL. I’m definitely gonna gif it. Probably won’t gif it right away, because tomorrow is Johnrik Day (AKA the “One Man And His God” anniversary) and I’ll be focusing on that (might make a little gifset of them, we’ll see), but I’ll gif it at some point.

Also, I said this already, but I find it both annoying and funny how they’re going out of their way to avoid acknowledging that Henrik left the hospital, while also not outright retconning the fact that he left the hospital. Hence, we’re getting all these mentions of the chairman and stuff thrown around, but nothing about the CEO. I’m begging you, Casualty, please just confirm that Henrik left. You don’t even have to tell us the actual name of the new CEO if you really can’t be bothered. Just give us a line that starts with “since Mr. Hanssen left...”, or have someone go “I’m gonna talk to the CEO about this and see what she thinks” to confirm it’s not Henrik anymore.

Anyway, diverting back from that tangent onto the topic of Dylan and his storyline, I loved Betty. I thought she was just lovely.

Paul was worried that what he said about Dylan could get him in trouble - let’s hope it does, because I want him to just leave already. Why is he still on the show? Having him punch Dylan, however unintentionally, just makes me hate him more.

I also hate Marcus, but he’s clearly a short-term character we’re meant to hate. Whereas Paul’s been here over a year and there’s still nothing likeable about him.

I liked all the patient storylines tonight. I especially liked the guy who had been taking his girlfriend’s contraceptive pills because he thought that would make extra sure she didn’t get pregnant. That was so cute. Silly, but cute.

The Sah stuff... the stuff with them being kidnapped was better than I expected, but I really didn’t like the stuff with their family. The kidnapping stuff reminded me of when Henrik was kidnapped just as much as I thought it would. His responses were not dissimilar. If I had a nickel for every time an autistic-coded queer Holbyverse medic got held hostage, I’d have two nickels, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it’s happened twice.

As for the family stuff, I am glad Kevin survived the episode. I really expected him not to, so I was relieved that he did. But other than that... I am just so tired of storylines where trans people are expected to “make things up” and “reconcile” with their bigoted family members, even if in this case there were admittedly extenuating circumstances (which you can’t say for the similar storyline on Holby with Louis). Especially in this case, because Sah’s mother isn’t just bigoted, she left them alone when they were only a teenager and they needed her. Sorry, but she’s a terrible person. Sah has no obligation to forgive her.

Also, what the fuck was up with them having Jan misgender Sah? Jan has no reason to misgender Sah. She’s never ever had to call them by she/her, because she met them long after their coming out. They’ve been using they/them for as long as she’s known them. (I know some people just tend to mix words up, which could lead to unintentionally misgendering someone even if you’ve always known them by their current pronouns, but we’ve seen no sign of Jan being like that before from what I remember.) Add to that the fact that Jan is literally queer herself, and just... she should know better. Having her misgender Sah is not a good look.

Loved Sah’s new haircut, though, I’ve gotta say that.

There was very little Faith tonight, which pleased me. Honestly, I could almost forget she was in the episode. Hopefully she’s leaving and they’re phasing her out now to make sure no one will miss her - I can dream.

There was, however, not enough Stevie. I wanted more Stevie.

Anyway, there’s no episode next week, because of Strictly IIRC. So... next review whenever the next episode airs, lol.