#all this hype surrounding a nobody just to feel like you’re doing something

[pineapplecrispy]

People are tearing Noah schnapp apart over a pro-Israel video

You guys have a lot of energy. why don’t you direct it at your fucking governments that are the real villains.

He’s a 18 year old actor what the fuck is he gonna do?

Go to the streets and tell at your politicians demand change not “healthy representation”

Tweeting is not gonna change anything you are creating content specifically to distract yourselves from the main problem

[charcharbinks333]

that was the game

in which you hate carrington bornstein. or do you?

warnings: use of Y/N, alcohol, kiss, cursing, implied!fem!reader, not proofread

you hated carrington. did you have an exact reason why? not necessarily. there was just something about the cocky, toothy smirk he always gave you when you were around, his lingering eyes anytime you wore something skimpy, and that damned laugh. you had to control yourself around him, one last angry outburst and he might clap back, and you couldn’t risk losing jake and johnnie because of carrington. each time you spoke his name it was laced with venom, spat from your lips, but deep down wishing it could be falling from your mouth like a prayer.

you walk into tara’s house, looking around as the party had begun. you were a bit late, since you had gotten distracted unpacking your belongings into your new apartment. you had agreed to match with tara for her fourth of july party: a blue bikini to pair with her red one and the shortest shorts you’d ever worn. you shake off your nerves as you move swiftly and skillfully through the crowd, knowing your way around a party by now, especially being friends with tara. you greet jake, johnnie, and tara, who were standing and chatting. you hug them all cordially, crossing your arms in front of them.

“so, what’s the rundown on cute guys here? because i don’t spy an-” you were immediately cut off when your eyes landed on carrington. and his eyes met yours. shit. their steel blue color was more than familiar, and he flashed that toothy smirk as he shot you a side glance. he returned to his conversation, and you were momentarily dumbfounded.

“oh come on y/n, he’s not that bad,” jake encouraged, putting a large hand on your shoulder. you shook your arms out and exhaled slowly, deciding today would be the day you finally tolerate him.

“maybe you’re right…” you murmured as you mustered the courage to walk over to him. a trashy 2010’s style song began playing, and you felt completely hyped up.

“hey,” carrington cooed, redirecting his attention to you, that signature fucking smirk on his face. you sigh through your nose and lean down, grabbing a beer from the cooler beside him.

“sup.” you open the bottle and take a swig, trying to take the edge off with a bit of a buzz. you shift uncomfortably on your feet, the wedge sandals feeling all the more uncomfortable the longer you were there.

“nice outfit,” carrington compliments cautiously, eyeing you slowly. he noticed your shifting on your feet, and he snorted. “you uncomfortable or somethin’? you should’ve made a better footwear choice…” he trailed off as his gaze met yours once again. you roll your eyes and chuckle dryly.

“yeah, well… i had to choose something decently fuckin’ presentable.” he could argue that point. he knew most guys would never let their girlfriend out like that.

“your boyfriend must be furious, eh?” he nudged you, gesturing to her outfit with two fingers. you tightened your lips into a straight line. you shook your head and exhaled sharply through your nose, as if holding back a laugh.

“i don’t have a boyfriend,” you retorted, taking another swig of your beer. you had recently broken up with your boyfriend of 6 months, Mikey, and it was… rough to say the least. But you ignored those feelings and drowned them out with cheesy white girl songs from 2010. (real)

“that’s unfortunate, i know a guy who would really treat you right,” he spoke just loud enough for you to hear, moving closer and putting a gentle hand on your hip, pushing you against the counter. people were completely surrounding you, but nobody was paying you any mind. it felt like it was only you and him. “but if you’re not looking right now~” he teased, his hand moving up from your hip to the base of your ribcage, rubbing his thumb over your soft skin. those same steel eyes you always resented were now boring holes into you as he awaited an answer.

“i wouldn’t say i’m not looking.” you lazily drape your arms over his shoulders and around his neck, pulling him closer. your breath mixing with his and the faint smell of alcohol on his breath was driving you insane, but you had to resist.

he looked down at you with a genuine smile, one you’d never seen before. your heart practically pounded out of your chest as he put his other hand on the counter behind you, pinning you there. you inhaled shakily and looked around, once again making sure nobody was looking at the two of you. thankfully, everyone was still distracted. carrington gently tilted your chin towards him.

“maybe i’m the one you’re looking for.” you wince slightly as his hand moves to grip your jaw, forcing your gaze to remain on him. before you could even respond, his lips were on yours. you had mindlessly moved your hand to cup his cheek, keeping him close as he deepened the kiss. you became consciously aware of what you were doing, and pulled away.

“this… what… does this mean anything to you? is this a game?” you knew carrington wasn’t a player, but what if he was just playing you, what if this was all a game to him. he took a moment to compose himself before answering.

“me ‘hating’ you, that was the game. this right now is real.” he could barely finish his sentence before your lips were back on his, this kiss more needy than the last, leaving you desperately grasping at him. the taste of alcohol still lingered between the both of you, but you had both sobered up simply from the contact. he pulls away slowly, his eyes unable to open for a moment. you meet his steel blue irises once again and feel at peace.

“i never really hated you, carrington…”

[delusionalwh6re]

drunk in love

aged up!lo’ak x fem omaticaya!reader

summary: after yet another failed relationship you end up at a party. what happens when the youngest son of toruk makto is going through the same as you, is it fate?

warnings: 🔞 smut with a plot, oral (both m & f receiving), fingering, cussing, kissing, alcohol, comforting, a bit of angst and drunk sex

you wanted to scream.

after everything, how could he? how could he just choose to mate with another woman right before your eyes? you were angry. all of these months of you trying to court him. he just throws it off a cliff

he doesn’t care. he never did, and that’s probably the part that hurt the most

the thing was is, you weren’t sad. you wanted to cry yes, but only because you were just so fucking angry

you were never the type to go all out for a man in the first place. the one time you did and this shit happens. you truly did love your great mother but you swore that if she put you through another heartbreak you were genuinely going to lose it

so to avoid him seeing you cry, seeing you in such a vulnerable moment you ran. you ran away from men like you usually did. maybe it was the little girl in you but at this point you didn’t care. you were done trying

eventually your running got you somewhere. from a short distance you saw something that appeared to be a… party?

there was glowy purple lights that blended in perfectly with your forest’s natural scenery. there was some traditional music playing along with some ‘sky people’ music from the lab

you decided to walk over to the party to figure out the hype. with every step you took the strong smell of alcohol flooded your nostrils

you physically cringed as you kept walking to the gathering

when you walked through the leaves flowing from the veins as a makeshift door and observed your surroundings. there were na’vi who were having a good time. they were dancing around, singing and laughing

you smiled at your people and even waved at some that you recognized. as you kept walking closer and closer the smell of alcohol got stronger. so you took this as a sign from eywa herself and decided to treat yourself to a drink

it’s honestly the least you deserve

while you were minding your business you felt a presence coming towards you from steps away. the smell was a bit familiar but you weren’t sure. so you just kept pouring your drink waiting for the person to reveal themself if they even were

you heard someone shuffle next to you and turned your head

“lo’ak?” you looked at him with disbelief

“aye wassup y/n” he smiled and turned to pour a drink

“why are you here? you must wanna get your dick wet” you shook your head playfully

he laughed and put his head down

you noticed his demeanor seemed a bit off but you didn’t say anything unless he showed a sign he needed some serious help

“well, why not?” he shrugged with a blank face

“are you good?”

“umm… why?”

“because you’re not yourself?” you side eyed

he sighed “im fine”

“don’t lie to me” you grabbed his shoulder to turn him to face you

he was silent for a while as he thought

“do you ever just feel alone? like there’s people around you but-”

“you’re still alone, nobody is able to understand you” you interrupted him

“yeah” he sighed

“is that what’s bothering you?”

he nodded and put his head down in shame

“lo’ak let me tell you something. there’s nothing wrong with you. i don’t care what anyone says, everyone is a bit misunderstood. don’t listen to what people say. including your dad because i know he can be tough on you” your tone was so genuine it made his heart flutter

“thank you y/n” he smiled

lo’ak sully had smiled because of you and it seemed to be genuine

“of course” you rubbed his shoulder

the two of you made eye contact. this eye contact wasn’t like how it was before. it didn’t seem friendly or strictly platonic, it was a look of lust

he cleared his throat “so what brought you here”

you fought the urge to roll your eyes at the thought of your “ex” boyfriend balls deep inside of another woman from earlier

“it’s a long story” you kicked a rock

“well we got all night mama” he said handing you the drink you poured with a chuckle

time skip

“damn” was all lo’ak had said

your words slurred as the alcohol started to take over your body “yeah, AND he didn’t even try to say sorry or anything. can you believe that motherfucker?”

“no i can’t actually, that’s so fucked up im sorry” his voice was low as he put his arm around your shoulder to side hug you

“it’s whatever, im getting over it” you laughed

“really, it happened like an hour ago?” lo’ak titled his head with a small laugh

“why would i care about a man who couldn’t give a fuck about me?” you raised a brow

he shook his head in agreement and put his hands up in surrender “you got it”

you laughed before looking back at the party. your people really knew how to turn up because the shit was still lit. mated pairs were dancing and touching all on each other as they celebrated

“let’s dance!” lo’ak pulled you up

“what?” you snapped your head towards him

“girl you heard me” he smirked before dragging you to the middle of the dance floor

“i can’t dance” you crossed your arms

“then shake some ass” he bit his lip

you playfully rolled your eyes and walked past him

“where are you going ma?” he called out as you started to walk away

you pointed in the direction of one of your friends to imply you were gonna go talk to her. he nodded his head as you shot him a wink before walking up to her

“boo!” you popped up behind her

“oh! y/n you scared me” amitsa laughed before bringing you into a hug

you laughed as you hugged her back for a little while. the two of you pulled away and began to catch up until she noticed you walked away from lo’ak

“are the two of you..?” she smirked a bit swifting her finger between you and lo’ak

“oh no! we’re just friends. i didn’t even he was here until a little bit ago” you awkwardly laughed

“mhm, you guys are cute together” she shrugged

you held back a smile “stop it”

“girl i see that smile! and i know you guys have some sort of connection. he seems to really like you, give him a chance y/n” she encouraged you

you finally let yourself smile before scoffing and shrugging your shoulders “we’ll see”

she giggled and winked at you “tell me how it goes”

“yeah, yeah whatever” you rolled your eyes at your friend before taking another sip of your drink

after some time you and amitsa ended up on the dance floor together. the two of you had grown a bit of distance just to focus on your own lives and you were starting to forget how much fun the two of you always had

“WOO!” amitsa danced around laughing

“THIS IS THE BEST NIGHT EVER!” you drunkly yelled jumping around

she grabbed you by the arm to pull you closer to her “and it’s about to get a whole lot better for you”

you looked at her in confusion until she smirked and pointed her head ahead of you. you turned your head and met eyes with lo’ak. he was looking a you, no, he was admiring you from afar

you smiled a bit before turning your head back to amitsa “don’t even”

“told you he wanted you” she teased

“he’s just checking me out no big deal!”

“you need to stop being in denial and go jump his bones already! you know you want to” she sassed

she was right. you would be lying to yourself and literally everyone if you said you didn’t find lo’ak attractive. you thought he was one of the most good looking men in your clan and that was simply just a fact

“you better do it or i will’ amitsa caught your attention

you hissed at her before widening your eyes

“oh my eywa! i knew you would get jealous” she laughed at the trick she just pulled on you

“oh my… i really do like him” you smiled at her

“SO GO GET THAT DICK ALREADY WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?” she crossed her arms

you smiled at her antics before rushing over to lo’ak who instantly smiled when he saw you

‘he’s so cute’ you thought

“hi lo’ak” you whispered

“hey mama” he looked you up and down

the two of you stared at each other like you were the last meals on pandora. the tension between you two was so painfully obvious and so thick. even a palulukan could sense it

now you don’t know if it was the alcohol in your system or amitsa’s words floating in your mind. the next thing you knew you grabbed lo’ak’s hand and dragged him away to the first secluded area you saw

he happily followed you and was very intrigued by your antics. he couldn’t help but smile to himself before checking you out for the millionth time tonight. his eyes looked over your entire body

the way your hips swayed with confidence. the way your hair flowed down your back. the way the fat of your ass jiggled with every step you took. the way your sexy long legs walked with pride

the things he was about to do to you started to now flood his brain

you decided to stop once you guys were far enough and only heard very faint noises and music from the party. you couldn’t even turn around to face lo’ak before you were immediately pinned to a tree

you gasped and looked up at him to be met with those low drunk eyes he had been giving you since the second he saw you again

“lo-lo’ak, please” you whimpered

“please what? use your words” he whispered letting the smell of alcohol fly off his tongue

“please fuck me. i need you” you rubbed yourself against him

“yeah? you want some dick? was that little boyfriend of yours not properly pleasing you?” he titled his head

you immediately shook your head no

“open your mouth” he squeezed your waist

“no” you whispered

“what a shame, he’s trippin. i would never deny pleasing you” he got closer to whisper in your ear

“mhm” you whined at the little friction he was giving you

“are you thinking about him right now?” he kissed your shoulder

“not a single thought” you reassured him

he smacked your thigh causing you to gasp “don’t lie to me”

“no lo’ak! i swear im not thinking about him please” you pleaded as he started to slightly back away from you

“you swear?” he grabbed you by the neck

“yes” you let out a breath before smashing your lips onto his

the kiss quickly became sloppy as your tongues fought against each other. you ran your fingers through his braids as he held onto your waist gently. he started to get impatient though and rubbed himself against you

you pulled away to breathe and leaned your forehead against his. he looked into your eyes before speaking up

“i know we’re drunk off our asses right now, but are you sure you want this?” he bit his lip anxiously

“yes, more than anything” you smiled placing a soft kiss against his lips

he let out a low growl before lifting his head up and tapping your thigh “jump”

you jumped up and he caught you before walking over to a nearby creek with a soft pile of grass next to it

he laid you down as he settled in between your legs. he looked down at you, eywa you were gorgeous

the forest had really brought out all of your features and the bioluminescence only made you shine brighter in his eyes

“you’re gorgeous you know that?” he caressed your cheek

“thank you” you blushed and looked up at the stars

“nuh uh, if we’re gonna do this i need you to look at me” he demanded

you slowly trailed your eyes back on him. your eyes lowered down his body to be met with a huge bulge sticking out from his loincloth

“you did that mama” he whispered

your eyes widened slightly before leaning over to hover over your face

“you want this right?” he rubbed your thigh

“yes” you smiled widely

he smiled back at you “spread your legs some more”

now you weren’t a whore but for him? you spread your legs so damn fast you could’ve got whiplash

“damn girl” he chuckled at you

“sorry” you mumbled with a smile

“nothing to be sorry about, you want this just as much as i do” he leaned down to kiss your knee

your breath hitched as you couldn’t help but gasp at the contact of his lips on your body

he looked up at you with those eyes. you nodded your head giving him permission to take your loincloth off

he smirked and decided to go all out for you. he first pulled at the strings on the side of your thighs slowly knowing you were growing impatient. once he did that, he used his teeth to drag the loose material off of you

you gasped and looked down at him. he was already looking at you and his movements were very very slow. it was like he was putting some type of spell on you because you were making noise and he barely did anything

“mhm, all this for me huh?” he spoke looking at your glistening cunt

you face heated up in a little bit of embarrassment from how wet you were but who could blame you?

“yes, all for you, all yours” you whispered causing his ears to flick up

he groaned before placing a kiss on your inner thigh. you shut your eyes and just let him do his thing. each kiss he placed onto you was closer and closer to where you needed him the most

he paused and there was silence for a moment. you looked down at him in concern before you were immediately cut off when he placed a sloppy kiss to your clit

“oh!” you moaned throwing your head back

“right there huh?” he mumbled now starting to make out with your pussy and sucking hard onto your clit

“yesss” you whined arching your back

you rubbed yourself onto his face as your orgasm was surprisingly approaching fast, damn he knew how to work his mouth

“im gonna cum” you reached down to pull on his hair

he pulled away to rub your clit gently with his thumb before spitting onto your pussy

“yeah?” he looked up at you while swirling his tongue around to write his name on you slit

“mhm lo’ak!” you screamed as your core tightened

he slowed his tongue down before plunging in one of his long thick fingers inside of you. you moaned out loudly as he instantly curled it and wrapped his lips around your aching clit

“FUCK” you squealed as he sped up all of his movements as each second passed

your chest was heaving up and down which meant you were getting closer. lo’ak pulled his now two fingers out of you to grip onto your thighs

he shoved his face closer to you and held your thighs into place as he ate you out like a man starved

you eyes rolled to the back of your head as your moans got stuck into your throat as the knot forming in your stomach finally unraveled. you let out a scream and tugged tightly onto lo’ak’s hair

he hummed causing vibrations to flow through you which only added to the pleasure. he slowly kissed your pussy engraving the taste of you into his tongue. he eventually pulled away slowly, you watched as a string of his spit and juices were connected to your pussy

“oh my” you panted out

“you taste good” you heard the smirk in lo’ak’s voice as he kissed up your stomach and chest

“i can tell” you giggled wiping his mouth and chin

he smiled down at you before leaning down to place a soft kiss against your lips

“take it off” you mumbled tugging on his loincloth

“take it off for me” he smirked

you smirked back and didn’t hesitate to play with the strings of his loincloth. you started to unravel them before sliding the material off of him. he helped you by lifting up more and working his legs to take it off completely

you heard a hard firm slap against his stomach and immediately gulped. it’s sounded so heavy that you started to panic before even looking at it

“hey, chill, it’s okay. im here. we’ll take our time okay?” he cupped your face

you nodded and smiled up at him for being so caring towards you

“no promises i won’t fuck you up though” he smirked

your face heat up and you laughed at him before thrusting your hips up into him to let him know you were ready

“so eager” he shook his head and looked down between your bodies

he gave his dick a couple of strokes with his hand before spitting onto your pussy one more time to ease any possible pain you might have. even though it was unnecessary because of how dripping wet you were from before

“ready?” he placed his other hand on the side of your head

“ready” you nodded and held onto his wrist

he guided himself into you slowly. his tip was encased by your velvety walls as the rest of his dick slowly entered you. he took his time with entering you until his pelvis was connected to yours

you have never felt so full in your life..

you looked down to see a bulge sticking out of your stomach and sat up in awe. he looked at you with wide eyes and placed a hand on your stomach

“lay back down for me baby” he gently pushed you down

you obliged and wrapped your arms around his neck. your mouth flew open as he slowly began to pull out. his tip was the only thing inside of you before he rammed back inside of you at full force

“LO’AK!” you moaned arching your back

“shit!” he moaned now placing both of his hands on the side of your head

he lifted your thigh up to cling onto his waist. he leaned in to kiss you as he increasingly sped up his pace. his thrusts were firm but deep as you felt him hitting your g-spot perfectly

“FUCK” you whined loudly arching your back as the sound of skin slapping together started to fill the secluded area of the forest

he groaned before whispering in a raspy tone “you feel so fucking good mama”

“don’t stop” you started to scratch his back as he placed both of your thighs on his waist

“this pussy is way too good to stop” he leaned up to put your legs above his shoulders

“OH YES! you’re fucking me soooo good” you whined as tears welled up in your eyes as his thrusts started to get down right vicious

“im fucking you so good huh?” he tiled his head not showing any mercy on you at all

“mhm” you whined gripping the back of your thighs for steadiness against his brutal thrusts

he suddenly pulled out of you with a ‘pop’ sound. before you could even think to open your mouth you were flipped onto your stomach and he was sliding inside of you again

“OH GREAT MOTHER!” you yelped as he started to fuck you senseless from behind

“taking this dick so well” he groaned wrapping your hair around his forearm to yank your head back

“god lo’ak” your legs shook as your body started to grow weak

“nah keep that ass up baby” he smacked your ass before holding onto you waist to hold you up

“SHIT” you screamed as he started pounding your sweet spot

“you like that?” he leaned over you a bit

“YES! RIGHT THERE” your back arched causing him to go deeper inside of you

“FUCK! im about to cum” he whimpered as he was in awe of him sliding in and out of you

“yeah?” you whispered looking back as you threw it back on him to help him reach his first orgasm of the night as you reached your second

“don’t look at me like that” he met your low eyes

you smirked and reached for his hand. you started to meet his thrusts halfway. he gripped the side of your hip as he thrusted into you in a circular motion. the both of you let out loud moans as your orgasms approached

“ouuu lo’ak! yessss” you threw your ass back faster as you gripped onto the grass in front of you with your free hand

“im cumming mama, im cumming” he threw his head back as he aggressively smacked your ass

“cum inside of me, please i want all of you deep inside of me” you begged

he groaned as he gripped your hair harder as his cum shot right out of him into you. you moaned as his seed filled you up just right which triggered your own orgasm too

the both of you let out long sighs as exhaustion started to wash over. you squealed when he pulled out of you with a whimper

“shit” he rubbed his hands across his face

you flopped onto the floor as your legs have officially gave up on you

“told you i’ll fuck you up” he smacked your ass once again

you giggled “shut up”

“come on ma, let’s get you cleaned up”

you sat up and turned around to look at him “i rather clean you up first”

he looked at you in confusion and like you were crazy. his confusion was immediately drained from his body as you grabbed his dick into your hands

“oh you’re nasty” he smirked at you

you smirked back at him before licking under his shaft while maintaining eye contact. his breath hitched as he gripped your hair putting it into a makeshift ponytail. you kissed his tip softly causing him to yank your hair before you decided to stop teasing

you hungrily shoved him into your mouth as he groaned. you instantly started to swirl your tongue around him doing all sorts of tricks on his dick. he threw his head back moaning loudly

“you’re so good at this, fuck! keep doing that. im gonna nut all in that pretty ass mouth”

you moaned at his words which only caused him more pleasure. you decided to add on and wrap your hand around what you couldn’t fit into your mouth. your hand worked in a twisty motion as you bopped your head up and down

“mhm, im gonna have to marry you after this” lo’ak mumbled in complete euphoria

you tried not to laugh at him. you reached as far as you possibly could on him. the tip of your nose briefly reached his pelvis. there was a lump in your throat and spit dripping down your chin leading to the crease between your breasts

lo’ak would have that image engraved into his mind forever. he couldn’t help but get needy as he felt another orgasm slowly approaching

“baby please” he begged for nothing as he began to fuck your throat

tears started to form in your eyes as your jaw was starting to hurt from this and all that screaming you did from earlier. you tapped his thigh to give him the green light. his hips stuttered as he gripped your hair so hard it felt like your scalp was burning

but you didn’t care, not when he just filled you up in another one of your holes. his hips came to a stop and his breathing increase as his load flowed all the way down your concentrated throat

“FUCK GIRL! that was amazing” he grinned down at you

you smiled up at him and wiped the cum that got on your chin onto your thumb. you looked up at lo’ak seductively before placing your thumb in your mouth and sucking slowly. his eyes widened at you and you caressed his thighs

“what are we?” you asked in slight desperation

“shit, well we ain’t friends no more. you’re mine” he smirked and planted a kiss on your forehead as he helped you stand up

and you couldn’t be happier…

authore speaking

SHIT THATS FINALLY DONE

y/n really said “i ain’t trippin over no nga im hoppin onto the next” I KNOW DAS RIGHT!!

don’t get me wrong im a proud teyam girl thru and thru but lo’ak is tew underrated.. like cmon he’s sexy yall show him some more lovin 😫

LMAO this was lowk ass um.. go easy on me yall i haven’t wrote smut in MONTHS. 😭

love, liana

[twilightmalachite]

Christmas Live - Epilogue 1

Author: Akira

Characters: Tetora, Chiaki, Hinata, Yuuta, Kanata, Shinobu, Yuzuru

Translation Team: Mika Enstars & 310mc

EN Proofer: ryuseipuka

"C’mon 2wink, you rush over here too! If you take too long, Taichou’s gonna snatch away all the good bits~"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: Park’s Live Stage

Tetora: Alright, everyone! There’s not much time left ‘til the Eve’s Eve Live is over!

While we’d love to keep the enthusiasm up with more and more hype—Christmas Eve and the actual performance have yet to happen, so~

Let’s not overdo it and end things early so that nobody catches a cold!

Tetora: But to anyone hoping for way more—don’t worry! We’d love to have you join us over at Yumenosaki Academy’s StarFes, on Christmas day!

As a present, we’ll bring even more passionate, glittering bright dreams to everyone there…☆

Chiaki: Mhm! Wonderful MC! It’s so full of excitement, Nagumo!

You’re informing them about everything that needs to be conveyed as concisely as possible! There’s really nothing else I could teach you at this point, huh…☆

I’m so moved! I can feel my eyes begin to water! My tears are so passionately hot, not even the winter’s cold can freeze them! Fuhahahaha! ☆

Tetora: Taichou, you’ve been performin’ this whole time, so how come you’re still so energetic? Gonna be real with ya—It’s just getting in my way. I’d rather you not snatch the spotlight from your junior.

C’mon 2wink, you rush over here too! If you take too long, Taichou’s gonna snatch away all the good bits~

This guy always does that!

Chiaki: Nagumo, why do you always say things that pierce deep in my heart… What can’t you stand about me!? Do you hate me!?

Yuuta: Ahaha, you just can’t help but have mixed feelings when someone more talented raves about you with such high praise, you know.

When the sun shines bright enough, the stars around it become overshadowed and invisible to the eye.

And then that sun comes around and tells you something like, “you can shine brighter than that!”…

It’s hard not to feel angry, or rather, pathetic. You understand, don’t you, Tetora-kun?

Tetora: Ooh, Yuuta-kun! The outfit suits you perfectly~♪

Yuuta: That’s ‘cause it was tailored to fit Aniki exactly. So it fits me perfectly as well. At least for now, as frustrating as that is.

Hinata: Well I’m happy that we can still wear the same outfits… We’ll get to make even more memories this year as just the two of us, right? ♪

Yuuta: It’s no longer just you and I, Aniki. Come on, things aren’t the same as “back then” when we were on the streets, shivering in the cold. We’re surrounded by the many, many stars of RYUSEITAI.

This year will probably be a much “warmer” Christmas than ever before.

Hinata: Though, with so many stars, it'll be way harder to stand out! But if we huddle close and stand together, we can shine brighter than any sun!

Behold the brilliance of 2wink, the twin stars! Make sure to burn it into your eyes, everyone~! ☆

Yuuta: 2wink, the two-in-one twin idols, are pleased to meet you! ☆

Tetora: (…Whew, what a relief. They’re still a li’l awkward around each other, but… looks like they made up, huh?)

(Guess it was a good thing that I really ripped into them—Or well, more specifically, swinging my fist at ‘em.)

(I might’ve done somethin’ unwarranted for their sake, but… That’s how an ally of justice rolls, right… Probably, I dunno~♪)

We shouldn’t get in their way, huh? C’mon Taichou, how about we go and hand out presents to the kids~?

Chiaki: Yeah! ☆ You can count on me for that, it’s my field of expertise! C’mon kiddos, gather around~! Santa-san’s got gifts for you! Come and get them!

Theeere, there, there~♪ (pat, pat, pat) You kids must be so sleepy by now, so we’re grateful that you stuck around with us for this long!

Ah—Hey, hold it, Kanata! Don’t give out live animals—! Where did you get those sea creatures from!?

Kanata: ehh~… [winter] is the season for [seafood], you know~?

here you go, a [sea cucumber] for you~♪ and for you, a [sea anemone]~…☆

Chiaki: Stop right there, you’ll traumatize the kids! Nagumo, hold Kanata down at once! Sengoku, come with me! We’ll split the work between us to distribute the rest of the presents, alright?

Shinobu: Roger that~! However, Taichou-dono… The Eve’s Eve Live can be viewed for free, so there is barely any profit to this…

If we were to distribute presents as well, wouldn’t we make a net loss here?

Chiaki: Mm? Oh yeah, true! But, well, the kids’ smiles are our reward! In that regard, Santa-san is the same as a hero! ♪

Yuzuru: Hmm… You could simply make up for your loss at StarFes instead. By working at a deficit to put on a great display of hospitality as a way to entice people to attend, you can increase the profit production margin at the actual event.

It may appear as if you don’t think about these things in advance, I see that your methods do make quite a bit of sense. I’m impressed. Although, well, I suppose rather than calculated, it actually came naturally, perhaps?

Chiaki: Woah—!? You surprised me…! Ermm, you’re Fushimi from fine, right? I-I’ll have you know, this live show has been formally authorized…!

Yuzuru: Fufu, even if it were unauthorized, I do not have the authority to intervene as I am not a member of the student council.

That being said, even President-sama has given out silent approval for unauthorized matches.

More importantly, I had been told that Anzu-san would be here… Where could she be?

Chiaki: Mm? You’re looking for Anzu?

She’s been busying herself with all sorts of things—from making preparations for the Eve’s Eve Live to tailoring our outfits, even setting up a merchandise booth and working as a vendor, so…?

I assume she’s decorating the Christmas tree at the moment.

Yuzuru: Is that so? Goodness gracious, even though I had asked her to head into town hoping she would take a break for once…

I see she’s back hard at work before I even knew it.

If you turn your hobbies into a job, then you won’t have any refuge… However, well, it’s Anzu-san’s life; she can do as she pleases, I suppose.

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THEY FAINT AFTER A MATCH | HEADCANONS PT. II

includes: isagi y. & kunigami r.

request: Ayo i really liked that waking up next to their gf after fainting hdcs you did 👌 hope you (and anon cuz' i stole idea from them) dont mind if i ask same scenario but with bachira, kunigami and isagi? thank u so much, hope im not bothering by asking same scenario😩have a great day to you (and ofc to anon who originally thought of that scenario)! -anon

from the writer: hi sweets!! it’s no bother and i’m v happy to hear u liked the hcs and another thank u to the anon who originally requested. sadly i don’t write for bachira but i do hope that u enjoy and thank u for requesting! have a lovely day/evening!

notes & warnings: fainting, babytalking (isagi), mentions of dehydration (kunigami), possible typos, fainting after a match hcs pt. I

Isagi:

waking up, he's really disoriented

the only thing on his mind is the game because he was in the middle of analyzing and thinking

it's honestly kinda funny to watch—

"his blind spot's on the left!"

full on sitting up in bed, nearly shouting it out in slurred words to absolutely nobody

except you <3

he’s embarrassed but very vaguely

just hold his hand, it’s all he needs to come back

and babytalk him, he normally doesn’t like it cause it makes him feel things (it’s love) and he doesn’t know how to respond

but when you do it this time, he actually responds ??!!!?!?

“aw, my poor ichi. were you not feeling well today?”

“no, i was. i promise.”

your voice could sound like elmo to him and he’d still be 😍😩🥰

he won’t really feel like talking much, mostly fatigued and sore

but when you cradle his face in your palm with that smile, he just melts

he’s tempted to fall asleep but if you’re talking or telling him about something, he’ll brush his thumb across the back of your hand to keep himself awake

very clingy when he’s sleepy and if he’s bold enough, he might just ask you to lay with him or at least let him lay his head in your lap

you have to settle for hand holding and eventually letting go when the nurse checks on him

his grip is surprisingly strong for a man who’s on the verge of knocking out

so it’s just him pouting at you from across the room in his cot the entire checkup

i would think that he’s a little more awake by the time he’s released

he definitely drags you to his room to cuddle

he just wants to be with you after a long day

Kunigami:

bro where is he ToT but i’m not caught up so—

he’s on top of his game, but a little too on top to the point where he falls

one minute, he’s ready, he’s hyped, he’s so gonna beat those—

and he’s on the ground Σ（ºд º///）

he fainted right as the second half of the game started and it wasn’t until everybody had run past him, too distracted with the game, that the crowd noticed an unmoving figure

it was when the cheering and yelling from the stands had stopped that the players noticed as well and called a paramedic team over

he’s out not even a minute when he’s trying to get up so he can continue the game

but push him down once and he admits defeat because, damn, the adrenaline rushes really get you

he’s surrounded by paramedics until they’re shooed away to give him space, just in time as you appear

“ren!”

no other words are exchanged when you engulf him in a hug

he’s dehydrated, thus him fainting

so he’s just sipping on water and eating granola bars as you both watch the game continue on the little television mounted on the wall

his team won and when interviewed, kunigami almost cried when they all thanked him and his efforts on national television

him having to walk away from the game halfway admittedly hurt him a bit because it was a really big game they had all been training for

but he’s also lucky when you see that and assure him that he was the mvp that day

later on before he’s released to go home, the both of you are talking idly, mostly just reveling in each other with hands interlocked

until the whole team shows up at the door with the prize trophy in hand and an urge to do a group pile on top of kunigami pray for him :’) he’s mid-chomp on a granola bar

the whole fiasco is very funny and endearing though so he has a polaroid of the whole thing that you took for memories <3

[hispipsqueak]

Model Behavior

Mammon x F!Reader - NSFW  WC:2K

Summary: Mammon and MC get roped into a photo shoot that gets a little bit spicy TW: unprotected sex, creampie. semi-public, oral (F receiving) A/N: AHHHH are you guys as hype for the OM anime??? VIP gets it this Friday and I am HYPE!! Can’t wait to see all my beautiful boys. Also, I’ve been writing this for like a month and finally finished it today since I forced myself to stay awake til it was over. I’m sleepy. I hope you enjoy. 

"Hurry up MC! These fashion types always get pissy when I'm late." Mammon tugged your arm, dragging you behind him. 

"Calm down! We'll be there on time." You said, but sped up anyway. Mammon was dragging you along to one of his photo shoots. You had to admit you were a bit excited, though you were trying to play it cool. The ivory-haired demon was already super attractive, but these photoshoots made him look incredible. You may have had a couple of your favorite magazine covers and ads of him hidden in your room.

But he didn't have to know that.

"I'm here. Let's go!" Mammon yelled out as he slammed the door open. He lifted his shades and tossed his jacket onto a nearby chair.

"Ah Mammon! Fashionably late as always...ah, but who is this?" A glamorous looking older witch peered at you over her eyeglasses. She reached out and gripped your chin. turning your face to either side.

"Hey, hands off the human!" Mammon suddenly tugged you back behind him, much to the witches amusement. 

"A human? And so attractive at that...SCRAP THIS! I have a new vision! We are going to go BOLD, daring, sensual! Get them both into wardrobe!" she barked to two frazzled lesser demons, who pushed you and Mammon down a hallway. Mammon tightened his grip on your hand.

"Wha-Oi! Keep yer hands where I can see 'em!" Mammon threatened one of the demons as they pulled off your jacket. Another frazzled demon came in and handed you each a garment bag, pushing you both towards two curtained off dressing rooms.

"Um, I'm not really a model." You called out to nobody in particular.

Mammon sighed and you heard the rustling of fabric as he dressed. 

"It's no use MC. Once she gets a vision, it's gonna happen. Hurry up and get dressed."

You unzipped the bag and your eyes widened at the little amount of fabric. You heard the witch yell out more directions in the distance and you pulled the dress on. 

Either she really gauged your size quickly or the outfit was charmed. because the dress fit like it was tailor made for you. The fabric hugged your curves and fell in all the right places. You looked in the mirror in front of you and gasped. The dress had cut outs along the sides and a keyhole cut, showing off ample cleavage. How the hell were you going to walk out of there in front of everyone in this?!

"Ya done, MC?" Mammon called out. You took another look at yourself before swallowing down your nerves and sliding on the attached heels.

"Uh...yeah." You pulled back the curtain.

"Let's g-" Mammon's words trailed off as he glimpsed you in the revealing dress. Your face felt hot as you could see his eyes roam down your body, taking in each slit of the fabric and down your bare legs. Your hands wrapped around yourself.

“I look ridiculous Mammon! I can’t go out like this!” You whispered, unsuccessfully covering yourself with your arms. Mammon, who hadn’t closed his mouth since earlier, finally snapped back.

“Ya look…” he never finished the thought, because you both were being shoved back to the set by the pair of demons from before. 

“Ahh! Marvelous! This is going to be the TALK of Devilgram!” The witch clapped her hands together. She squinted and started positioning the two of you.

“Mammon, darling, wrap your hand on her waist, yes just like that. MC, is it? Turn your head to Mammon’s neck. A little closer…”

You were pressed against Mammon, your lips practically attached to the soft skin of his neck. You could smell his cologne and were hyper aware of his hand splayed on your hip. She adjusted you both slightly, arching your back more and repositioning Mammon’s arms. Finally she stepped back.

“Perfect! Now look into each other’s eyes.”

You looked up and met Mammon’s golden eyes. Maybe it was the cologne or the fact that you were tangled in his arms, but your heart raced as you stared into each other’s gaze. Flashbulbs went off around the two of you and you could vaguely hear the witch making orders to the photographer, but the two of you were consumed with each other.

“Your heart’s racin’ MC. Must be because you’re next to the Great Mammon after all.” He whispered, a grin threatening to spread on his face.

“Shut up, I’m fine.” You hissed through your teeth, though you could feel your skin heating up. Damn photo lights.

“I need something that will push this over the edge. Something...that exudes sexiness…” the witch muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Hey MC, ya trust me?” Mammon asked and you nodded, confused. One of his hands splayed on your lower back and he pressed his lips to the sensitive spot right below your ear. His hand pushed you close to him, arching your back and the flashbulbs went off rapidly.

“Perfect!! Sensual and daring! I can feel the animalistic ferality!” the witch cried out.

You were at a loss for words and your eyes closed as Mammon slipped his tongue out to lap at your skin.

“Shhh…” He breathed into your neck. From the outside, the two of you looked like professional models, albeit in a suggestive pose. Inside though, your heart was jackhammering in your chest as he nipped at your ear lobe. You felt something poke your thigh and looked down.

“Mammon! Are you…hard?”

“Ya think I could control myself when you look like that? Fuck MC…” the rest of his words were muffled as his breath tickled your neck and you tried to maintain your composure.  After what felt like an eternity, the director cut the shoot for the day.

“Great work Mammon, Y/N!” The witch barked out, turning to discuss something with the crewmates. Mammon ushered you towards your dressing rooms, but pulled you into a dark office in the back of the building.

Immediately, he latched himself to your neck, pressing kisses down the column of your throat.

“So fuckin’ hot MC. Fuck it took all I had to keep from fuckin’ ya right there.” He panted out as he bit hickeys onto the tops of your breasts. He tugged down the dress, causing it to rip open.

“Shit! Mammon, that was probably a million dollars!” You wailed, eyes widening.

He continued his assault on your chest, unfazed. “Fuck it. Shouldn’t have looked so fuckin’ good, babe.” His fingers ran down your skin, now freed from the dress and he squeezed at every inch of your curves. You shivered as his fingers trailed down your hips, pulling you closer to him. 

“Mammon, someone might see us! We can’t do –”

You lost your words as he continued to kiss down your tummy, feeling his warm breath inching closer to your heat. 

“Fuck...I wanted this so damn long. I wan’a taste every inch of ya, babe.” He whispered into your skin, tugging down your panties. Immediately, he buried his tongue inside you, lapping at your soaked folds. His painted nails dug into the flesh of your thighs, as he strained to explore every bit of you. Biting your lip, you tangled your fingers into his snow-white hair, gently tugging him closer into you. A low whine escaped his lips and the vibration had your body trembling.

“Fu-fuck Mammon...don’t stop, please…” Your words were strained as he slid his fingers across your skin and teased your entrance. The cool tiles on the wall pressed against your back as you gave into him, letting him devour you.

His tongue moved in a frenzy as he plunged two fingers inside you. Your vision blurred and your grip on his hair tightened, feeling as though if you didn’t hold on, you would float away in a euphoric rush. 

“That’s it babe...ya gonna cum for me? Cum in my mouth baby, lemme taste it.” Mammon panted as his fingers curled inside you, his lips enclosing around your clit. 

You cried out as you felt your body release on his lips. Groaning into your cunt, he slid his tongue up your folds, attempting to drink every drop from you. Your body twitched with sensitivity. 

“F-fuck…’s too much.” You panted out. He slowly pulled away, his dark skin glistening with your juices and looked up at you. His gleaming eyes met yours as he stood up and pulled you into a tender kiss. You could taste the sweet tang of yourself on his tongue as he pulled you impossibly close.

Finally breaking apart, you looked up at him with hazy eyes. The two of you looked drunk on lust and wordlessly you pulled at the buttons on his shirt as he undid his belt. Your fingertips traced the muscles on his chest, down his abdomen and you shivered at the hungry look he had on his face. You could see the tent in his boxers and he looked down at you, as if to ask you for consent. 

Nodding, you pushed down the waistband of his boxers, freeing his cock. A prominent ridge ran across, separating the tan shaft from the reddish tip. Precum glistened on the tip and you could feel your cunt clench at the idea of him inside you. 

Mammon, the normally blabbermouth brother, seemed lost for words. His cockiness was gone, replaced with a softness for you, the vulnerable side of him only you got to see. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him into another kiss.

“I want you so bad Mammon...please make love to me.” The words pressed into his neck like a fiery brand and he growled before lifting you onto the table and pushing himself into you. You hissed. Though he had prepped you, he was still thick and he slowed, searching your face for any discomfort. With a slight nod, your eyes fluttered as he bottomed out in you.

“You feel so good, my beautiful girl. Perfect baby…”, he whispered praises as he shallowly humped into you. You could feel the drag of his cock on your walls and you rocked to meet his thrusts. He had one hand on your lower back, the other propping the two of you up on the table and the feeling of being surrounded by him, as he gently fucked you on his cock had you gripping at his back muscles. 

“Yes...right there. Faster, ohh.” You breathed out as he plunged deeper into you, speeding up his rhythm at your request. The wood of the desk creaked and you knew if anyone was outside the door they would be able to tell exactly what the two of you were doing. But you were drunk on lust, dizzy in Mammon and he was infatuated with you, staring down at your heaving breasts as he pounded into you.

Your nails dig into his skin and his grip on you tightened as he pressed his lips to yours, swallowing your moans. You could feel the sweat plastering his hair to his skin and with every thrust, his body seemed to scream your name.

“Not gonna be able to...hold out much longer babe. You’re squeezin’ me so tight, fuck…”  He panted into your neck, licking at the salty skin and leaving soft bites. You could feel the coil in your belly tighten as your body began to tense up. Wrapping your legs around him, you forced him into you deeper. Whimpers fell from his mouth as you bit on his shoulder.

“Fuck, fuck Mammon, I’m–” You cried out as you gushed around his cock. With a few more thrusts, Mammon yelped and pulled you against him as he spilled his seed into you. You could feel his cock throb inside you and he let out a low groan as he slowly pulled out, the mixture of the two of you spilling onto the desk and your thighs.

Your body felt wobbly and he gently laid you back on the desk. Your eyes closed and soon you felt a cloth cleaning you.

“Mmm...you’re such a sweetheart when you wanna be…” you smiled before looking down at the demon. Your eyes widened.

“MAMMON ARE YOU USING THE MILLION DOLLAR DRESS AS A CUM RAG?!”

He shrugged.

“Looks like we’ll just have to book another gig to pay it back, babe.”

[xaharadesert]

Overly Kind MC - Headcanon

Arcana Characters (Julian, Portia, Lucio, Nadia) x MC

A/N: this one is for @cilantro-mode-testoblerone , who has probably the greatest @ that I’ve ever had the pleasure of typing :) please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes! Requests are open :)

❤️Julian❤️

Usually he’s absolutely endeared by your kind nature

Your constant smiles and generous heart are just two of the many virtues he admired in you

He thinks that anyone who can put up with him for so long is already a saint, but you always seem to go the extra mile

Your kindness never wavers, even in the face of adversity

He feels the need to protect you and the goodness you possess, even if you don’t need him to

The idea that someone would ever dare to hurt someone so wonderful baffles him, but he knows it’s a possibility nonetheless

Therefore, when someone eventually does threaten you, he’s already stepping in front of you, ready to guard you with his life

But when you speak up, calmly moving out from behind him, he’s too shocked to move

You don’t even flinch; you just keep smiling while you peacefully explain to the person who threatened you exactly why it was a bad idea

By no means were you threatening them in return— in fact, you were empathetic and forgiving

It was honestly kind of terrifying to witness

Julian is used to the kind of people who fight without hesitation, throwing punches and words in an attempt to hurt, to win

But you did neither

And somehow, it was more impressive than anything he had ever seen before

🧡Portia🧡

She thinks your absolutely adorable, and makes sure you know it

Being the kind of person who reflects the energy of those around her, the two of you made a wonderful couple

But she could never quite match the same level of kindness as you

There was only so long she could put up with something frustrating before she snapped

You, on the other hand, didn’t seem to have the same limits

Once she realized how scary you could be, simply by being kind, she started leaving the fights to you

She likes to stand by your side, or maybe a bit behind you, and just hype you up as you kill your enemies with kindness

She’s your number one supporter, and thinks your kindness is brilliant, if not a little scary

Sometimes she wonders if you’re capable of more than you let on, and simply choose to be kind instead of releasing what she’s sure is some amazing magic

Of course, she’ll never pressure you to change your ways— she loves you just as you are

Whether your kind enough to calm the greatest beast, or scary enough to tame the most desperate of individuals

💛Lucio💛

He absolutely tries to take advantage of your kindness, especially when he first meets you

He might even think you’re a little naïve, or even gullible

Your forgiving nature and kindness is something that he clings to as tight as he can

You don’t seem to hold much against him, and if there’s one thing he adores, it’s evading the consequences to his own actions

But sometimes he does wonder if you truly forgive him

He’s a bit paranoid, in some ways

Nobody else forgives him, or if they do, it’s after he’s proved he’s changed

You’re just relentlessly kind and patient

It scares him a bit, because he thinks you may have ulterior motives

Even if you don’t, it still freaks him out

The idea that someone could be as kind as you, all of the time, seems almost impossible

Except apparently it isn’t, because here you are

💜Nadia💜

After being surrounded by the corruption of the courtiers for so long, she finds your kindness to be a breath of fresh air

She’s never met someone who makes her feel so loved and safe the way you do

Kindness is one of the virtues she values most, especially after seeing the effects of cruelty

She finds it admirable that you can remain calm and kind in even the most difficult situations

Even when she begins to lose her patience, you continue to smile

As someone who has become an expert at putting on a carefully crafted mask while in public, she feels she’s very adept at detecting insincerity, and she never senses it from you

Which makes it even more awe-inspiring when you can face down an enemy with nothing but a grin and your endless kindness

She doesn’t find it particular scary herself, but she’s well aware of the intimidating effect it has on others

She encourages you to continue to utilize your kindness in all aspects of your life

You have a gift, she claims, and you should use it as often as you can

One of her favourites pass-times during more formal events is to watch you interact with some of the more aggravating politicians she meets with

You never take the bait they lay before you, and your kindness seems to stun them into submission

She would laugh, but that would be rude, so she’ll save it for later

Your kindness was one of the reasons she fell in love with you, and even years later, it’s one of the reasons her love continues to grow

[mettywiththenotes]

Izuku’s Emotional Neglect

Hi so I’m not okay because I keep thinking about Izuku

This kid has been emotionally neglected since he was little. Izuku has had NOBODY to rely on emotionally

He didn’t have Inko, or his classmates, or All Might. Actually, All Might is borderline the only one he’s confided in [since they talk briefly about their connection of being quirkless], but he still holds back

Inko is trying her best and no parent is perfect, I see that, but what she said to Izuku that fateful night damaged that boy and the way he saw himself.

He asks her if he can be a hero, and she cries and says she’s sorry. Not only does this imply that Izuku’s quirklessness is bad, it also implies that she was lying.

And by the way, I don’t mean that Inko ACTUALLY lied that Izuku could be a hero, nor do I think that she meant to mean his quirklessness was bad.

But I need, NEED, to stress that this is how Izuku sees it. This is how he would perceive it, subconciously.

If you’re a child and you think that you can be a hero, your parent encourages it because it makes you happy. But then suddenly you can’t be a hero, and you ask them one more time if it’s possible, hoping that those little wishes you made weren’t fruitless, that maybe somehow this is some kind of dream and she’ll wake you up from it with her smile and her warmth, promising that even with this newfound “disability” you can still be a hero, but instead she cries and apologises to you? That’s going to make you think. It’s going to make you think “Was she lying? if she truly believed in me, why would she cry and say she’s sorry? why isn’t she encouraging me, like she always does? what is happening?”

It’s not the truth, and Inko DIDN’T lie, but subconsciously I feel like it’s something that betrayed Izuku a great deal.

And with the quirklessness. He hates it, he hates feeling useless, and he saw himself as useless when he was quirkless, therefore -> quirkless is something weak and awful.

Time and time again, we see this evidence of the emotional neglect he was subjected to. It’s like actively ongoing and the effects of it are seen even now

We’ll start with the Inko one. I just mentioned it, but here are the panels. It’s really just the language that she uses

“You mean there’s something wrong?”

Apologizing over and over again, like not being normal was a bad thing. Moreso, I think this just meant that she knew how hard Izuku’s life was going to be as a quirkless person, but the way she says it makes it sound like what happened to Izuku was wrong and bad and incredibly awful

Then we have All Might disregarding his feelings and telling him straight up that he couldn’t be a hero

Which then leads to this commentary

“Don’t cry! Let it sink in!!” “Just block it out, just block it all out, just-”

*pats Izuku on head* You Can Fit So Much Denial And Repression Into This Kid!

Then further along, Izuku is seen, and he gets the quirk. He is then surrounded by people that love him, that want to help him, but it’s almost like even the narrative won’t let him have emotional closure.

In most emotional closure scenes (Tsuyu crying, Kirishima vs Rappa, Iieda in the hospital with Shouto and Izuku, Kacchan vs Deku 2), there is an end to it. The character is emotional, crying or upset, and thinking back on their regrets, spilling their guts as they scream, sob, or give solemn expressions. The other characters then cheer/hype them up, reaching some sort of conclusion to the character’s pain, and the situation is more or less resolved.

But that’s not the case with Izuku. He’s always left sorta hanging there, or his hurt and anger get sidetracked by something else. One example of this is the Running With All Might scene in the UA grounds

Izuku is incredibly upset that All Might chose to withhold information on Sir Nighteye and Mirio, and he speaks about how he can’t make sense of it. He’s voicing all his worries to All Might as they run, because he can’t stand the thought of All Might keeping something like this a secret from him.

And then All Might tells him why he kept it a secret, that he didn’t feel it was necessary to let Izuku know about Nighteye’s bias, and then it divulges into him telling Izuku he’s gonna die, and Izuku focuses on that instead.

I am NOT saying that All Might did this purposefully. He didn’t try and steer Izuku’s anger away from him, it was just that it all got revealed so suddenly, so the subject changed.

The narrative tosses Izuku’s feelings of anger aside, and instead Izuku gets emotional over All Might’s potential death. Idk man, to go from angry and upset about withheld information and then immediately shoved into the knowledge that your mentor-father figure is gonna die? That’s the narrative playing with Izuku’s feelings.

Obviously, All Might’s communication skills are awful and he just kinda unloaded all this stuff on Izuku cuz he didn’t think to tell him in the first place, but I still think Izuku’s feelings got pushed around here. He had no time to process any of it

Another example is the cafeteria scene with Shouto and Iieda

The scene goes that Izuku is visibly depressed by the Eri situation and Iieda and Shouto notice. They tell him that he can talk to them when everything gets too much [a parallel to the Stain fight], and Izuku cries. Izuku insists he shouldn’t cry, and Shouto tells him that, actually, Heroes cry too sometimes, and they offer him their food in an attempt to comfort him.

But the thing is, this scene doesn’t offer closure. Closure would be Izuku seeing that he could rely on his friends and telling them how he feels [he wouldn’t have to necessarily tell them about Eri - maybe just phrase it in another way that doesn’t reveal the mission]. Closure would be Izuku accepting that Heroes can cry too, and admitting he’s not okay. Instead, we have this

The scene feels... incomplete? Like there’s no knot at the end of the rope. Izuku is being comforted, but he’s not acknowledging his own feelings of sadness.

In fact, he’s shoveling food into his mouth to stop himself from crying, to shut himself up, to try and move forward and get past his little outburst.

I would go as far as to say this is self hatred eating, trying to quell that vulnerable part inside

I wouldn’t say Izuku HATES himself now. Rather, he just makes connections to his past quirkless self in his mind. It’s the negative emotion connection

Feeling weak? Well, you’re still like your quirkless self before! You’re still not good enough and useless!

Not strong enough? Sounds like back when you were quirkless! All weak and helpless! You can’t help anyone, which is why you need to get stronger, so you can move on from your past self!

Crying? Just like when you were quirkless! You always cried back then, like a helpless kid! You can’t be like that anymore, since you are now All Might’s Successor and A Hero, so stop crying! You’re not allowed to cry anymore!

Do you see what I’m getting at here? Izuku continuously represses these emotions as he gets stronger because he connects them to when he was quirkless. If you associate certain behaviors and emotions with how you were during a vulnerable and traumatic time in your life, you’re going to want to shove those emotions down so you don’t repeat what happened back then [in this case, Izuku sees himself being vulnerable as weak, and he saw himself as weak when he was quirkless, so he’s trying not to be vulnerable anymore].

And the scary thing is, now, we can even see the hatred in real time. I’m sure there are other examples in the manga, but one scene is very prominent in my mind, and it’s this one

Izuku is so incredibly strong now, he has saved many people, but he still can’t view himself as anything other than “useless” or “helpless” unless he powers through death itself just to break himself more. He almost feels like he HAS to do that in order to be seen as worthy, for himself and others. When he’s struggling, bleeding and heavily injured, he yells at himself as if it’s all his fault.

It’s not about whether he’s aware he’s actively dying or not. To him, being worthless and useless is infinitely worse than dying.

Actually, the way Izuku practically yells at himself in this panel reminds me of when he was walking home in chapter 1 after his chat with All Might [shown above when talking about All Might’s impact]

There are two translated versions of this actually that ring alarm bells in my head. There is the panel already pictured above, but I chose this panel too because I simply think it hits harder

“Don’t cry! You knew already, right?! This is reality...”

In either translation, he’s chiding himself. For crying. For being emotional.

And once again, I totally think this stems from emotional neglect. Trying not to get too personal here, but I know what this feels like, and I know the effect it has had on me. I can’t be vulnerable or spill my feelings in front of people, it just feels illegal or smthg. Like it shouldn’t be done. And like... if you’re taught from an early age that, one way or another, your feelings don’t matter and that nobody is going to pay attention to you, why try, right?

Then you just begin to Not Feel Properly, and you become incapable of expressing your feelings in a healthy manner

Current examples of this?

Izuku literally not giving himself time to process anything, like worry, grief, sadness. If anything, the only emotion he gives time for is anger. And he specifically directs it at All For One, cause that’s his target. [we saw little bits of this in War Arc but it also applies to the current arc]

He can’t cry. He feels emotional, sure. But he never lets his tears shed.

And one last bit of evidence

I’d say most if not all of these sound about right

In conclusion I wanna hug Izuku

[alexskarsgardnet]

New Interview & Photo Shoot!  Alex photographed by Johan Sandberg and interviewed by Timothy Small for L’Uomo Vogue (October 2020)!

Alexander Skarsgård: the photo shoot and interview for L'Uomo

BY TIMOTHY SMALL, JOHAN SANDBERG 25 SEPTEMBER 2020

Alexander Skarsgård is a really, really nice man. A Swede through and through, Alexander, or Alex, is a very down-to-earth gentleman who could definitely act as more of a big shot, considering he is also one of the most interesting actors in Hollywood right now, a town that, in true Swedish style, he once defined as “kind of silly”. After getting his first big break as the lead in David Simon's excellent Iraq War mini-series for HBO, Generation Kill, Skarsgård exploded in our collective imaginations as Eric Northman in True Blood, while also acting for Lars von Trier in the wonderful Melancholia. 

Since then, he has been a very buff Tarzan in The Legend of Tarzan, a mute bartender in future Berlin in Mute, a very dark killer in Hold the Dark, and a hilarious Canadian Prime Minister in Long Shot, as well as giving an Emmy- and Golden Globe-winning turn in HBO's Big Little Lies. The self-defined “restless” 43-year-old is set to star in The Northman, Robert Eggers's highly anticipated third film, a “Viking revenge story” that Skarsgård himself was crucial in bringing to production – and, by all accounts, it seems like it could have all the right pieces to become a future cult classic. It certainly has that kind of hype.

L'Uomo Vogue:  The Northman is such an interesting project. I know it's important to you. It's also part of a growing resurgence of interest in the Viking era and Norse mythology and that sort of epic Scandinavian adventure. How did it all begin?

Alex:  It all started seven or eight years ago. As a Swede living in America, I realised there was a certain level of fascination with the Viking era and Viking culture – and this was before any of the Viking shows that have since happened. It made me realise that there basically had never been a real great epic Viking movie made, and I thought that that's what I wanted to do.

LV:  So how did the project kick off?

Alex:  I started having conversations with a studio back then, trying to crack the best story. All I knew at the time is that I wanted to make a big Viking movie. We had a couple of potential different starting points: we had a story about two brothers, and then one about the Viking travels down to Constantinople with the Viking siege of the city. We were looking for the right story, but I never really felt we were there. I knew the scope I wanted it to exist in. But what was the story?

LV:  And that's when you met Robert Eggers.

Alex:  Yes, like three or four years ago. We met about something else. I can't remember how, but we started talking about Vikings. And he was, like me, a huge fan of Viking culture and of that historical era, and I immediately felt he would be the perfect guy to direct this movie. And then we found an author and poet in Iceland, Sjón, who came onboard to write the screenplay – and they did a fantastic job, just cracking the story and the essence of it.

LV:  Sounds great.

Alex:  It's a real adventure movie, but it's much more. It taps into the culture, and the mysticism of the Vikings, it becomes more intimate and more personal. I didn't want it to be a generic “swords-and-sandals” movie. Robert is one of the best filmmakers out there. And the whole process is so much more gratifying than when you're quote-unquote “just an actor”. It's been truly extraordinary.

LV:  But then you had to halt production.

Alex:  Yeah. I was in Belfast, Northern Ireland, three months into prep on The Northman about seven days away from principal photography. Just gearing up, you know, getting ready to start a very long, very intense shoot -- a shoot that we were scheduled to wrap in July – and that's when the virus hit.

LV:  What did you do then?

Alex:  I normally live in New York, while my family lives in Stockholm. When the first wave came, I was on the fence: nobody really knew how long it would be, or what precisely was going on. So we shut down production for six weeks. The idea was to then see what would happen. I basically moved to Stockholm for four months.

LV:  How do you feel about this forced break from work?

Alex:  I had not been home for this long in... more than 20 years. It was strange. We were in a bubble; we were all healthy and safe. In a lot of ways, I had moments when I felt being surrounded by my loving family, feeling safe and loved, and taking a break from work, but then also feeling very guilty because I was, for the lack of a better term, being spared.

LV:  In the past, you've described yourself as being a nomad. Did you miss Sweden and the North?

Alex:  I realised how much I have been missing it. I go to Sweden regularly, but usually only for three or four days, maybe a week, tops. My father and two of my brothers are actors, so we're used to never being in the same city. We all travel all over the world. Maybe we'd get back together for Christmas. And I can really say that I had missed spring in Sweden.

LV:  Do you think we will change the way movies are produced?

Alex:  We're going to have to figure out how to shoot movies with dozens of crew members and hundreds of extras while still respecting social distancing rules. It's an unprecedented situation and everyone is scrambling to figure out the best approach. My brother was one of the first people who worked in our industry during the pandemic. He shot a movie in Iceland in the middle of the lockdown. The way they solved it is they split the crew into colour sections. So, hair and make-up had yellow armbands and the camera department had blue, and they had a “Corona appointee” on set who would call out, “Now blue go in!” and then “Blue, out! And yellow, in!” And then they would all do their job in turns. It was very military-like. Productions are already complicated, so we'll just have to add another layer.

LV:  How did you become an ambassador to the Clarks brand?

Alex:  To me, authenticity is very important. I don't want to endorse products I don't genuinely like. That's why I was excited when Clarks reached out. I've been wearing Desert Boots for 25 years. Also, I like to travel a lot. I like to explore new cities by foot. I want to be able to walk around comfortably in a classic, iconic shoe. I travel from movie set to movie set, and I often live out of a suitcase. And this teaches you to be frugal. Whatever fits in that suitcase, that's all I can bring.

LV:  Is that the Swede in you?

Alex:  Maybe. But we consume way too many things in this society. Also, you give things more meaning when you live with them, and when you go on adventures with them. Like, these are my boots. I've been places with them. And when they fall apart, I'll buy a new pair. If you have the right stuff to begin with, you don't need more.

LV:  Going back to The Northman, that really sounds like a dream project.

Alex:  It is. It will be a rollercoaster ride. I can't wait to get back to Northern Ireland and get back to the production. It's also a very physically demanding project, so I have been training for, well, since a few months before production stopped.

LV: In a way, getting into a role, getting on a movie set, acting through it, the whole process of making a movie is a bit like a little adventure. You have to prep, you have to travel, often with people you don't know, and you have to push boundaries.

Alex:  Absolutely! A huge part of the appeal of this profession is you get to travel, and you meet amazing, interesting people from all over. And the uncertainty, you know? What was it, 12 years ago, I was in New York, and I'd never heard of Generation Kill. And then two days later I was on a plane to the Kalahari Desert to be out there for seven months to shoot the series. And I'll never forget the feeling, sitting on that plane, thinking, “Two days ago I didn't even know about this project, and here I am on my way to Southern Africa to spend seven months in the desert with 200 strangers.” It's very exciting.

LV:  What a feeling that must be!

Alex:  And every single job is like that. Every movie is different. Your part, the tone, the energy, the people – it's always different. And for someone like myself, who has that kind of wanderlust, who's always looking on the horizon, it's very attractive to never know just what the next adventure might be.

October 14, 2020:  Updated with the full interview courtesy of our friends at the ASkarsLibrary (x).

Fashion credits:

Photographs by Johan Sandberg Styling by Martin Persson Grooming Karin Westerlund @ Lundlund Hair Amanda Lund @ Lundlund Stylist’s assistant Isabelle Larsson Digital Daniel Lindgren Production Madeleine Mårtensson and Olle Öman @ Lundlund

Read the full interview by Timothy Small and see the photo shoot by Johan Sandberg in the October issue of L'Uomo, on newsstands from September 22nd.

Sources/Thanks:  Interview:  Timothy Small for L’Uomo Vogue (x), Photos:  Johan Sandberg for L’Uomo Vogue (x), artlistparis.com (x) via artlistparisnewyork instagram (x),  luomovogue instagram (x) &  atomomanagement.com (x) via atomomanagement instagram (x), our caps from artlistparisnewyork’s September 23, 2020 insta story (x, x)

[youmarin]

Ch. 00 Pt. I : To-Not-Do-But-Actually-Do List | JJ Maybank × fem! reader

a/n : I wrote this between last night and this morning. It's not my first time writing fanfic but it is my first one of JJ Maybank. I always delete my works thinking they ain't good enough. Hopefully I won't delete it this time and when I get some breaks I can keep writing. Anyways to whoever stops and reads: Thank you very much and enjoy the story!

tw: underage drinking, smoking, slight mention of anxiety (it's barely there).

There's a small conversation in Spanish but I clarified what is being said.

word count: 3.0k+

You were studying for an upcoming test. It was Friday evening and you were sure nobody liked to study on Friday evenings just when the school week had come to an end. But you had nothing better to do. Well, you were invited to a kegger by your friends, which you were seriously considering going to since you already knew the material and didn’t know what to do now. But you were unsure about parties. One goes to have fun, right? But fun usually means getting drunk, high or hooking up. And you weren’t about to do any of them. But you figured it wouldn’t hurt to put in practice your socializing skills. 

You told your parents you were going out for the night. They looked at you oddly, but didn’t say anything, only wishing you had a good time, telling you to be safe and to call once you got there, once you were on your way back and if something came up. Of course, they also asked who you were gonna be with, where were you gonna be, if someone was going to pick you up, who would bring you home. The whole interrogation. 

After taking a shower and dressing up, you called your friends hoping someone could give you a ride. Luckily for you, your best friend hadn’t arrived yet and was close by. He was always late for everything so you kind of figured that’s how it would be. 

“Hey pretty lady.” , he smirked at you as you got on the bike behind him, arms around his torso, “What made you change your mind?”

“Got bored.”, you answered simply.

“That 's weird. You're not one to get bored. But guess we’re actually having fun tonight so let ‘s go!” he answered, hyped as ever, you chuckled as he drove off to the beach. 

You lost sight of him as soon as you stepped on the beach. And that's on having fun tonight together, huh. “So, now what?” You asked yourself looking around for some familiar faces. You managed to spot some of your friends among the crowd but they seemed to be having fun engaged in conversation and you didn’t want to burden them. Yeah you had just arrived and you already were starting to regret coming, and being surrounded by a squirming crowd, all dancing and moving around wasn’t helping. You made a haste turn and gasped when you felt something spill over your top.

“Oh dammit.” The boy cried over the spilled drinks. Some had gotten on his T-shirt too. “I mean shit, I’m sorry dude. It was kinda your fault too though.” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but smile as you looked up. “Oh shit. Sorry Y/N.”

“You’re great with apologies, Maybank.” He smiled back, but he grimaced seeing your ruined shirt. You noticed and looked down, the thin fabric of your blouse letting into view your bra. You crossed your arms over your chest trying to make it better, looking up at him again and smiling awkwardly to try and hide your embarrassment. But he could make out your flushed cheeks and your discomfort. He felt his own cheeks get warmer at the fact you caught him staring and that you crossing your arms definitely didn’t help. 

“I try my best. Care for a drink?” He offered you the one cup that didn’t spill over you. You scrunched your nose and nodded your head hesitantly, reaching for it. “Actually, can you wait here for a sec.?” You nodded again and there he left you, looking around awkwardly waiting for him to get back. You looked at your drink, swirling the liquid in the cup, questioning if you should drink it. You had never drinked before. And you were alone, well, JJ was with you but you didn’t know if he was actually coming back or if he had just grabbed the opportunity to spare you from your embarrassment. You took a sip, making a face - there goes the no drinking thing you were talking about- and you saw JJ approach, eyes squinted looking for someone. He spotted you and smiled as he came to a stop in front of you, holding a drink and a sweatshirt. He offered the sweatshirt to you “Here.” 

“Oh, um, thanks.” He held your drink as you put his sweatshirt on. It was like two sizes bigger. You extended your arms making a silly pose and he approved, making you do a little spin. 

“Never seen you around one of these before. Didn’t think it was something you liked.” He started walking, you by his side.

“I actually don’t like it. You just bumped into me right when I started to panic about being here.” You said jokingly although it was actually the truth. JJ let out a laugh. “But I thought I might do something different tonight. Get out of the comfort zone, you know?”

“And how’s that going?” He questioned, you could see a smile hidden by the rim of his cup. You smiled.

“Not bad. I’m actually talking with someone, I had my first drink…” You said, and downed the last of said drink. “Not a fan of them to be honest.” you made a face and blinked a few times, not liking the taste. 

“No way.” He said incredulously. You nodded, letting out an affirmative sound. “ What would people think of me for corrupting Y/N Y/L/N?” 

“So bad of you.” you played along. “Nah, it’s just one drink. As long as you drink moderately it’s fine. Also I could’ve refused, so you’re not corrupting me.” You shrugged, then widened your eyes because of all your blabbering. “I went too deep on that joke. I'm sorry.” You smiled nervously, smoothing your hair. He just laughed.

“That ‘s fine. You have no idea how much shit I can talk.  My friends are shutting me up all the time. Wait- Not that you were talking shit- Oh God.” It was your turn to laugh about how conflicted he looked. He smiled and calmed down seeing that you didn’t take it wrong. 

There was a beat of silence before he spoke up again, “So… You wanna go somewhere more quiet?” The question caught you off guard. He sensed your hesitation and rushed to explain. “I mean, since you don’t really like parties. Thought you might want to head over to somewhere else? You don’t have to if you don’t want to. “ 

You nodded, “Wait, but what about you? I don’t wanna make you leave.” you worried

He brushed it off. “There’s always more of these.” 

So you both went further down the beach, the sounds from the party heard from a distance. You sat down and saw him take out something from his pockets. “Do you mind if I burn one?” You shook your head. He lighted it up and took a hit, slowly letting the smoke out after. You caught yourself staring, and he also caught you, showing you a smirk,  “You probably haven’t smoked before either, right?” He said mockingly. You pushed him jokingly, then overthinking about if you weren’t getting too confident around him. You hadn’t spoken more than a couple times before. 

“No, I haven’t.”

“Such a good girl.” he cooed, “I shouldn’t be the one to make you drink and smoke in the same night but, who’s better than me?” He offered you the blunt. 

“Yeah right.” you answered sarcastically, and once again hesitated but took it from his hand - there goes the “no smoking”. The same night, in less than an hour. You just need to hook up with someone and you shall check out your To-Not-Do-But-Do List-. You looked at it and proceeded to put it in your mouth. 

“Easy there.” He warned as you inhaled the smoke. You coughed it out, laughing as he caressed your back, trying to ease you. 

“Whoah.” you blinked a few times as you tried to get used to it. And that's how you spent the rest of the night there talking and smoking. Usually you had trouble making conversation but with the help of the alcohol and weed you were more easy going tonight, mostly talking nonsense and laughing at everything, which had JJ glancing at you with an amused smile. “Yeah, she definitely had never smoked before.”  He saw as you scrunched your nose, suddenly, and smelled his sweatshirt that you were wearing. “I smell like weed.”  You said, disgusted. Apparently, you forgot you were smoking. “And I’m wearing a boy’s sweatshirt.” Your eyes widened as you lifted your arms and looked at the sleeves of his sweatshirt as they dangled when you moved them around. “My parents are gonna kill me. Twice!” You cackled almost hysterically, which made JJ burst in laughter too at the sight of you. 

It was a little past midnight and after running out of energy, you had fallen asleep profoundly, leaning over JJ, your head resting on his shoulder. He didn't bother to wake you up at first, being very comfortable with how you two were. But then he almost fell asleep too and it was pretty late so he gently tried to shove you awake. “Y/N.” you grunted, and tried to ignore him. “Y/N we have to go. It 's late. Don’t wanna fall asleep here for some creep to come and kill us.” 

“You can fight them.” you mumbled. “You look like a very brave courageous prince.” 

“Do I now?” He looked at you, trying to hold back a smile. “Yeah this prince you’re talking about is lacking money. And sleep. So let 's go.” He helped you stand up. You made eye contact with him and your eyes widened. “What now?” he questioned, amused.

“Your eyes are very pretty.” 

“Oh you’re gonna make me blush. C’mon, I can give you a piggyback ride until we meet with John B.” In fact, he did blush a little by the intensity of your gaze. Not that you would notice being as you were right now. You fell asleep again almost immediately once on his back, your head resting on top of his. He almost dropped you when you got too relaxed and your grip around his shoulders got a little too loose. He hoped John B hadn’t left.  He didn't feel like walking all the way to the château. He figured you’ll stay with them. He didn't know where you lived and even if he did he wasn’t about to drop you off high out of your mind. 

“Hey, I was looking all over for you. Kie and Pope already left.” John B started as he looked at your sleeping figure being carried by his friend, his curious eyes making the question for him already but he spoke nevertheless, “You’ve been with her all this time?” 

“Yeah. She’s out like a light. And she doesn’t look like it but she’s starting to feel heavy so let’s get to the Twinkie. Also, have you seen my backpack? I thought I left it around here." He started to make his way to the van, John B keeping his pace.

“ Yeah, I grabbed it when I started looking around for you." He said before saying what he really wanted to say at that moment, "Listen, man, I know you… Are JJ, " He missed the puzzled look JJ was giving him, "Like the JJ Maybank. Big time player.  But Y/N. Out of all people? How did you even get with her? We actually know her and it would suck to hurt her feelings.”John B kept going, just astounded with how far JJ could go.

“We didn’t do anything of whatever you’re imagining.” JJ squinted his eyes at him. “I bumped into her and we stayed together after that, we chatted, drinked, smoked a little…”

“You let her smoke? Since when does she smoke?” 

“Since today man, I don’t know. And it’s not like I forced her to do it. She can make her own decisions. Also she was with me so it’s not like something would have happened to her.” John B raised a brow, “At least nothing that she didn't want.”  He opened the sliding door of the van. “Just help me out, dude. Geez, you’re supposed to be my best friend bro. Wouldn’t hurt to show a little trust.” 

“Precisely because I am your best friend is why I care about it.” He helped JJ get you inside of the van. 

“If someone was looking at us they would say we’re kidnapping her.” John B stated as he made his way to the driver’s seat and started the Twinkie. JJ took a seat, while you laid there sleeping, your head resting on his lap. He made sure you wouldn’t move and smack your face with the van or fall to the floor. When they arrived at the Château, they both helped you out of the van and got you inside the house. JJ went to bother a sleeping Kie, asking her to help you get changed out of your clothes, though he thought you looked cute with his sweatshirt on. 

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You woke up, slightly disoriented but well rested. The smell of food reached your senses. Stretching, you looked around and saw you were sleeping next to Kiara Carrera. How the hell did you get there? 

“Goodmorning.” she said, startling you. 

“Good- Morning?” You stared at her. Kie saw the confusion in your expression and smiled. Teasing a little wouldn’t hurt anyone.

“Did you enjoy last night?” Kie asked, and purposely got a bit closer, looking at your lips.

“What?”

“You don’t remember?” she clicked her tongue. “That’s a shame though.”

“What? No! No. I do remember.” Kie raised a brow, “ No, I was with JJ-” you stopped yourself, “Not! Not in a sexual way.” You rushed to explain. Sheepishly, fidgeting with your hands, you looked up at her again. “Did we really…” God,I thought I was straight. I mean, I am straight. Kie is really pretty though. God you just had sex for the first time and you don’t even remember,  you shook your head to stop the nonsense that were your thoughts at the moment.

At that point, Kiara couldn’t hold it anymore and started laughing at the conflict you were having in your head, your troubled state written all over your face.

“You two! Come and get breakfast before we eat all of it. And Kie, stop messing with Y/N.” You heard John B and JJ shout from the kitchen. You were really hungry, now that they mentioned food. And it smelled really nice earlier. You both got up and went to the dinner table, where you found JJ fixing up a plate for you. He motioned for you to sit. “Goodmorning.” He said, giving you a smile. “You good?” 

Nervously, you greeted him back, nodding. You probably made some trouble for them last night, especially for JJ. You all sat at the table, chatting and recalling stuff from last night. Guess you still were straight, and didn’t hook up with Kie. She was just taking advantage of you not being able to process anything too well before eleven in the morning and making fun of you. You were enjoying yourself but, 

“I should be going home.” you said, excusing yourself.

“I can go with you. Also, your phone went off a few times this morning while you were sleeping.” JJ mentioned casually as he stood up after you. 

“You don’t have to do that.” You told him but he brushed you off, saying it was no problem.  “Oh my God, my phone! I mean, my parents! They’re totally gonna kill me!” The other two held their laughter towards your distressed face and JJ grimaced as he motioned for you to follow him and you went to the room he always stayed in. He gestured towards your clothes and your phone. He had washed your clothes earlier after he woke up. When you looked at your phone’s screen, you saw all the missed calls you had from your mom, your dad, even your brother. Your stomach dropped. 

“You didn’t tell them you were going out?” JJ asked. 

“I did! I just never said I was going to stay at someone else’s place!” As if on cue, your phone went off again. You both looked at each other and you answered, already grimacing at what was coming.

“Hey ma’.” 

JJ frowned, your voice sounded different for a moment. Then he heard a loud voice from the other end of the call, most likely your mom’s. He couldn’t make out what she was saying because it was in Spanish? and she was talking way too fast in a hysterical tone. He looked curiously as he heard you both.

“¡No! Mami estoy bien. Es que se hizo tarde y me quedé en casa de Kiara.” You lied, saying you stayed over at Kie’s as your mom asked you who the hell was Kiara. “Una amiga, ma. Perdón que no dije nada. Ya voy para allá. Sí, sí, bye.”  You sighed. “I’m grounded.” you fake smiled and looked over at JJ. He gave you an apologetic look. “Well I don’t really go out much.” You laughed nervously. “I should go. I'm sorry for all the trouble I caused you guys.” 

“Yeah, yeah, no I mean, not at all.”  JJ answered awkwardly, a hand brushing his hair back  as he smiled at you nervously. 

They let you take a shower and change back to your clothes before making your way out. You thanked them, and both you and JJ made your way out of the château and back to your house. You decided to walk, since it wasn’t too far. You stopped a couple houses before yours, telling JJ that going back after staying out the night without telling anybody and coming back home with a boy was just you asking to get yourself killed. He laughed, telling you that he understood. 

“I have no problem introducing myself to them. Since I am indeed very brave and courageous and all.” He teased, trying to see if you remembered what you said to him last night. You did remember, but did your best to play it off as if you didn’t, feeling kinda embarrassed. He laughed it off when you looked at him as if you didn’t know what he was talking about, a little hurt but he wouldn't make a big deal about it. You were high as a kite anyways. “Forget it.” he finished with a sigh. “See you around?” He asked, hopeful

“Sure. See ya around.” You gave him a hug, then started to make the rest of your way back to your house. You turned to look at him once more and gave him a smile and a small wave. He smiled and waved back. It would be hard to take that smile off his face for the rest of the day. 

[enhyupn]

the perfect date! chapter two

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a series in which enhypen’s 02s competitive side shines through when trying to get your attention. the only solution to end this tiring rivalry? three dates with each of them in the course of three weeks.

paring: 02s x gn!reader

word count: 2.8k

genre: fluff, angst, high school!au, someone’s gonna end up heartbroken

warnings: swearing, violence is mentioned, a lot of jealousy

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a/n i can’t tell if i love this or not BUT i say that abt all my works sooooo 🙏 enjoy

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there you stood. your mouth barely open as you stared blankly at your best friend (there were question marks floating around that word currently), you weren’t able to process anything up until that moment so jake’s few words made your brain explode in utter distress. you put your finger up in the air, trying to figure out this whole situation in under a second so you could catch up with what was going on. no words coming out of your mouth as you tried to communicate with yourself but the outcome of it just left you as confused as you were in the beginning.

“y/n?” jake waved his hands in front of your face to try and get your attention. he sighed before running his hair through his hair, seemingly frustrated by this whole incident. “i swear i was gonna try and tell you this at a later stage in a more romantic way but i couldn’t let him try anything” he paused, licking his lips, “he definitely would of if you told him you liked him in middle school too—”.

“okay can we just let this all sink into my head before we start talking about what the fuck you just told me” you shut him up from carrying on with his little rant. your hands find it’s way to your head, not so lightly hitting it in irritation. your thoughts were already clouded by jay’s return meaning jake’s makeshift confession didn’t help clear up anything at all. especially with all his unneeded rambling; you weren’t be able to understand anything coming out of his mouth.

“what are you—” jake’s eyes widen in concern as he tried to stop you, a glare from you being the thing that stopped him from doing so. you pause what you were doing to blankly stare at jake with furrowed eyebrows, scaring him a little in the process.

“so you’re telling me that” you muttered just clearly and loudly enough that he could understand you. “park sunghoon was staring at me?”.

“yes, but that’s not as much of a big deal compared to what’s happening—”

“we have a new transfer student”

“correct”

“and that transfer student is my first love, jay park?”

“you hit the nail on the head”

“and he told me he liked me? like romantically?”

“i’m sure that’s what he was implying”

“and now you?” you stared at him with narrow eyes. you felt a mix of guilt and confusion due to the fact you should of realised his feelings for you throughout your friendship. the only thing confusing you was why you? what did you bring to the table besides playful bullying and the occasional hyping up for jake sim to have a crush on you? “when did you— why do you— never mind i can’t think right now”.

“you can answer me when you have time to figure this out y/n” he shrugged a little too calmly for you to feel reassured. “i’ve liked you for a while i guess, i even told some people on valentine’s day i couldn’t accept their gift because i had a crush on you”.

“you what?” the memory of the most recent february fourteenth played in your head, the dots connecting when you realised that’s the reason why jake’s number of confession significantly dropped.

“it doesn’t matter okay?” jake didn’t want you to question him about his embarrassing crush on you any further. “i just wanted to make sure you knew so jay park over there can realise you aren’t the same person from middle school”.

“how could he— what does you confessing to me have anything to do with jay?” you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, your voice raising slightly. jake just laughed in response, biting his lip in what it seemed like victory as he turned around in the direction on your classroom. the brown haired boy seemed like he was proud of himself for accomplishing basically nothing, confusing you even more with a random confession seemed to be the only thing he actually did.

“nothing really, just to put him in his place” jake told you as you two made your way through the hallways. you rolled your eyes as you quickened your pace up to walk beside him.

“you’re acting really possessive right now, put him in his place? you’re so weird” you murmured, irritated at how jake was acting. “plus it’s not like jay likes the high school me, you heard the boy. he liked me, even made sure to make the -d sound pop”.

“i don’t think so...” jake replied as his head replayed the memory of jay entering the classroom again. he scoffed at the image of him, not entirely loving the fact he was right in reach of you. “honestly i think he still—”.

“y/n are you okay?” sunghoon interrupted jake, you two were almost one step into the classroom when he had appeared out of nowhere. it seemed like he was waiting for your arrival but you shook it off as some sort of coincidence.

your eyes widen in surprise at his concerned expression, this being the first time you’ve seen the boy look so warm when compared his cold front he normally puts on. “i told everyone to not speak about what happened, i thought that you would feel a little uncomfortable about it” he added.

“oh great” jake said to himself quietly, “another one”. you rolled your eyes at your best friend’s pettiness, elbowing him in hopes he’d finally shut up.

“no sunghoon” you smile widely at him, a warm feeling spreading around his stomach. “i’m fine! thank you though, that was really nice of you”.

“don’t mention it, it must be troubling to be surrounded by all these boys but i can see why” he smiled shyly. everyone but you could see the pink tint taking over his face as he turned around to get back to his desk. it was a blessing you were as oblivious as you were, completely not catching his last few words.

jake raised his eyebrows in suspicion before catching a glimpse of jay who was watching the whole conversation go down with a smirk. rolling his eyes he looks back at you, a small smile spread across your lips from the small interaction with sunghoon.

“sorry about jake too!” you rose your voice a little louder so sunghoon could catch it, he nodded with a small chuckle before sitting in his seat.

jake sent a glare towards sunghoon, visibly annoyed that he was taking your attention off of him. the boy then replied with another glare back, somehow looking more intimidating than jake was.

“some lunch” you whispered to yourself as you looked back on the last thirty minutes. there was only two minutes left of your break and all you had accomplished was three bites from your sandwich and a miniature war between three of your classmates. normal things i suppose.

it wasn’t like jake had anything against the class president, it was just... obvious what sunghoon was trying to do.

what was he trying to do exactly? get closer to you in hopes that you’d fall in love with him.

honestly anyone could put the pieces together, sunghoon passionately telling the class while you were away to not bother you and the pink in his ears when you spoke to him was only the tip of the iceberg. jake was jealous of sunghoon, not that he’d ever admit it, and in the heat of moment he’d let that jealousy take control.

jay was a different story to jake however, he definitely had something against him, he could admit that easily. unlike his jealousy towards sunghoon, this form of jealousy was much more obvious. when your teacher had come in and assigned jay a seat, it was right beside the two of you. jake made it his entire job to make sure jay couldn’t get a word to you, it wasn’t so subtle due to the fact you could see it from the way jake interrupted jay’s questions.

“y/n where is—”

“if you look at page four of your school journal, it tells you where all the factuality rooms are” jake smiled sweetly, sarcasm practically dripping from his lips.

“thanks jake” jay replied, his words not really sounding sincere as he stared blankly at him. jake chuckled to himself before sitting back in his seat smugly, finding some entertainment in this situation.

you couldn’t help but let a sigh out, frustrated at not only jake (who honestly was being a little annoying) but yourself for letting this whole thing happen. i mean it’s not your fault exactly that jake likes you, the fact that jay had a crush on you wasn’t in your control but the fact they had some rivalry going on made you feel guilty since you were the pathway between the two of them.

“can you stop jake, what is with you?” you whisper to the boy. currently sunghoon was giving a speech to the class, something about festivals and booths but you honestly weren’t in the mood to listen to his rambling. “at least play nice, jay’s still new to this whole korean high school thing”. jake rolls his eyes before turning to you, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek in slight irritation due to the fact you were on your first love’s side instead of his.

“y’know, i don’t owe him anything y/n” jake reminds you as you roll your eyes, placing your chin into the palm of your hand not wanting to continue this conversation further.

“the least you can do is be nice” you muttered, jake not hearing due to the fact he was now paying attention to sunghoon. you had never seen jake like this, the usual yellow bubbly aura surrounding him was now replaced by a repulsive green that was unrecognisable.

“and so, that’s why i think we should sell food at our booth” your ears had finally tuned into sunghoon’s speech, who looked like he was currently desperate for some interaction from your classmates. “any ideas?”.

the classroom was completely silent, nobody wanting to speak up in hopes that sunghoon would just figure out the solution himself. you frowned to yourself, feeling pity for him as trying to engage with your class wasn’t the easiest thing to do. you scanned the classroom, making sure your next few words weren’t going to interrupt anyone.

“we could sell candied apples?” sunghoon’s expression turned into a positive one as his eyes sparkled in gratitude. you stand up from your seat so the boy could get a better view of you. “they’re cheap and pretty much in our budget? plus you don’t really need that many people to do anything”.

“that’s a great idea” sunghoon’s praise only caused your smile to grow wider, an action that didn’t sit quite well with the two boys next to you. “and it fits our limited amount of workers too! only... two people signed up to help out this year, which funnily enough is just you and i”. he glanced around the classroom to only find people awkwardly avoiding eye contact.

you had felt a little happy that sunghoon had said that, being one of the two people he had mentioned just added to your already positive mood.

as for jake, who raised his eyebrow in displeasure, you could tell that he was feeling the exact opposite. as if he wasn’t already annoyed with the fact jay was in the room, now he has to deal with the fact you and sunghoon are going to intimately work together on some stupid booth. he took a quick peek at jay, wondering what his expression was at this news.

sure enough the boy was almost as displeased about this whole situation as jake, his cool yet calm composure being the thing that masked his emotions. the only thing that was giving it away was the way he bit his lip in aggravation, making it clear that sunghoon’s words were putting him in a bad mood only an hour in of attending this school.

“y/n meet me after school so we can discuss this” sunghoon grinned, you nod happily as you sat downback into your seat gleefully. you didn’t know why you were so happy, maybe it was the fact this was one of the first times where sunghoon is actually warmly speaking to you? or maybe because he was indirectly praising you? you went with the latter to answer your question.

“sunghoon— it’s sunghoon right?” your eyes widen in surprise when you realise it was jay speaking up. and from the looks of it, sunghoon was not that pleased with the way jay had tried to catch his attention.

“yes jay?” sunghoon tried his best to hide his growing irritation with a smile. jay sat up straight in his seat, clearing his voice before not so subtly sending jake a mischievous smirk. anyone looking at jay could tell that he was about to plan something, a plan that was going to one up jake in terms of getting closer to you.

“maybe i should help out at the booth, since i am new and it’d be good to be involved i guess” bingo. jay gave him his most convincing smile.

“you guess?” jake repeated to himself as he crossed his arms, a scoff escaping his mouth. a smirk found itself on jay’s face when he heard jake’s mumbling, quite proud of himself that he got the boy pissed off from simply nothing.

“that’ll be... good” there was no sincerity in sunghoon’s voice, a slight scowl present across his lips as he wrote down jay’s name on the sign up sheet. “then see us after—”.

“sunghoon” now it was jake’s turn to speak up. you groaned in embarrassment when you realised all eyes were on you, well mainly the two boys beside you but you could also feel the stares too. you glanced over at your best friend, unsure what to feel at his sudden interest in this conversation.

“yes, jake?” at this point it was obvious to your class that there was something going on between the four of you. from the way you had tried to hide from the stares by slouching slightly in your seat in embarrassment to the three boys not to subtly glaring at each other, there was no way you could deny the tension.

it was kind of like you were playing piggy in the middle. you were the pig but every time you tried to interrupt this slightly (hugely) embarrassing quarrel between your classmates, you were ignored. your eyes scanned between the three boys, unsure what was really going on but from the looks of it, they definitely did not like each other. from sunghoon’s passive aggressive tone, jake’s unusual possessiveness to jay’s hostility towards jake, you really didn’t understand where any of this stemmed from.

and yes, it was very cliché of you to be completely and utterly oblivious to their attractions to you but if we think hard, isn’t it justifiable? i mean three heartthrobs (not just one!) suddenly start indirectly arguing with each other over you in under a day and it would be a little unbelievable due to the fact it sounds more like a shoujo manga or k-drama plot than anything.

“i’d like to sign up too”

considering jake was your class’ unofficial yet official golden boy, it was a surprise to know that he didn’t really involve himself in class activities. it was mainly you, who’s aim was to buff up any application you were going to fill out in the future, who was involved in almost everything. well, besides school council, you didn’t think you were ready to have that amount of authority.

“that’s a first” sunghoon joked, one that wasn’t received well by jake.

“ha ha ha” jake laughed dryly but loudly enough that the whole class could hear. you almost elbowed the boy for the second time that day in more embarrassment but you stopped yourself in fear you were going to cause a scene.

“anyone else want to sign up?” sunghoon asked the class, slightly pleading that nobody else would answer him. the class shuffled uncomfortably in silence, a clear sign that nobody else was going to speak up anymore. “i love the enthusiasm” a sarcastic sigh left sunghoon’s mouth, “so i’ll see you y/n after school... and the two of you i suppose”.

“asshole” jay spoke under his breath as he sat back in his seat. the quiet reply was only heard by him and your seat mate since you were in the process of trying to figure out how to make everyone understand you weren’t involved in this silent argument.

while jake, for the first time, finally found something he agreed with that came out of jay’s mouth.

[fanfiction-funtime]

IM SORRY IVE BEEN SLACKING ON HYPING YOU UP

Anyway I’m reading through the Things ™ and wow

Can I request something? There’s an idea I’ve been pondering for a bit. You know already who I’ll ask for, I’m guessing.

What if the reader fell for Xiao in Genshin, in a state where they constantly daydream about him. Rather than working on scenarios and scenes, it happens in real time.

Meanwhile, in another universe, Xiao in a modern setting has fallen for a Genshin character- the reader. He daydreams about them in the same manner.

To the reader, their Xiao is a guardian yaksha, Golden adeptus, and doombane itself.

To Xiao, his (y/n) is something just as exalted. I tend to use a seelie, since they’re an immortal race of ancient and now weak gods.

What they both don’t know is that they’re actually meeting in those daydreams. It’s not just imagination and the longing for company, but an actual relationship with another person.

Bonus points if it’s some sort of soulmate au and they physically can’t find each other and eventually realize it.

I’ve never told anyone about this before, and I’m excited to see what you do with it! I might work with it one day, just not yet.

(Hoo boy, this will be tough, but I'm sure I can do it! Xiao might be a bit ooc as I'm getting his personality from wiki and fanon, as well as modern au [hopefully] gives him less trauma and a slightly different personality.)

(Also, I can't do sad endings. So a bit of deus ex OC at the 3rd part)

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Your game

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Your pov: the dream eater of your dreams

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You are (y/n)(l/n), and you are in the saddest love story this side of the lake.

Ever since you saw him in that first quest you were in love!

You were just a teen though, so it wasn't real right? After all, your red string wasn't connected to the screen.

Well, your string isn't connected to anything...

Y-your just a late bloomer though right?

(Ten years later)

Your now in your twenties and you still love Xiao!

He permeates your thoughts like how lovers do, you feel an inexplicable hurt in your chest similar to what many describe feeling when they see their soulmate prior to their string appearing, not to mention whenever you aren't busy you feel like you're...slipping...in...in and...

[Daydream]

It was happening again.

It was like a daydream but more...real.

Like a lucid dream.

You saw your string, just like so many other times, and you followed it.

You ran and ran, turquoise clouds parting and making paths for you to find him.

Him..

You ran and ran, glad that atleast in some way your delusions can give you some semblance of true love.

You saw the..wait..that's not the inn.

Well it is the inn, but more modern. And there was a school next to it, and a small village not far away.

Another of thing was that you were in some kind of yellow armor, it reminded you of those baby geovisnaps from genshin impact(that are absolutely BULL-)

You went into the elevator, which seemed more ancient than usual.

And when you reached the balcony, you saw him. But he was different.

Instead of the Yaksha you usually saw, you were greeted by an equally shocked man in a martial arts gi. But it was him.

But different.

You reached out, and he did the same.

And you touched

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Xiao's pov: the midsummer knight of his dreams

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(Clarifying: in this version Liyue is based on European mythology and aesthetic while Mondstadt is based on Chinese. So you are a fae hunting knight rather than a demon hunting yaksha)

Xiao had always been reserved, but what happened to him as a kid drew him further into his shell.

Abusive parents, accidentally giving his sister trauma induced amnesia, he felt the weight of his actions like atlas feels the world on his shoulders.

Luckily, two people took him and his sister QiQi in: QiQi's doctor Baizhu, and Xiao's therapist(and Baizhu's husband) Morax.

It was difficult to come out, even after Xiao stopped feeling so at fault. So he mostly stayed in his room and played video games.

That is until he met you.

Well met is the wrong word here.

He saw your character in his world's version of genshin impact: tribunal eruption

The way you used your weapon, the way your armor shined in the night as you rode to his wanderer. The smile you gave as he handed you (favourite food).

But most of all, the way you used fighting styles from so many martial arts and hand to hand combat techniques.

From irish kickboxing to karate, from assassination arts in ancient history of japan to systema.

It awoken two things in him: first was his want to learn martial arts and make his own.

The second was his love for you.

But don't worry, your physical attributes only drew him in. Your personality made him stay.

Years went on, he became a martial arts instructor for his own style, and moved into an apartment near a small village.

He started teaching at a school nearby, he even gets a discount on rent for giving free lessons to the owner's sons, Ivan and Viktor.

He's also convinced those two have a crush on him but it's pointless.

After all, he was a dream eater, a common group of people who have a strange ability to find their soulmate.

Specifically, the ability to have "lucid daydreams" where they meet their soulmate.

But he must be defective. After all his soulmate kept appearing as...well you. As a knight that would meet him on the balcony every night.

He assumed maybe it was your voice actor or designer, but neither of them have had the lucid daydreams.

He began thinking he'd never find his soulmate

Until one daydream...

He was on the balcony again, like a prince awaiting his knight to rescue him.

But it was different.

The apartment complex he lived in now looked much smaller, as did the tree it was built around, and the building looked far more ancient in design yet so much younger in age.

And the village and school nearby aren't there anymore.

Oddest change of all is that his gi he was wearing just a second ago is now similar to the outfit warn by the mondstadt demon slayer Corps

And when you arrived at the balcony, he noticed a red string, one that connected your heart to his. But you weren't wearing your armor, you were wearing casual, modern clothes.

He knew it was stupid, after all you can't touch your soulmate in the daydreams. But he felt compelled to....to reach out and..

You touched him.

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nothing never comes between you, and nobody helps you get together

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(3rd person pov)

He really did find it annoying, how often mortals would find themselves in the wrong dimension, especially when it's because the writer wants drama. And now he's written in to solve the problem.

Ah well, it's his job.

(2nd person pov)

You didn't know how to feel. You were touching Xiao...and you weren't waking up. Was this...real?

"You... you're real...different but....still the person I love...." Xiao seemed to be equally in a trance at the prospect

"yeah...so are you..."

The armor you wore melted away, and you cant see it but Xiao's fictional clothes melted from him as well. You were both equally real, in your own reality.

But you knew it couldn't last.

"When the daydream ends, I wont be able to see you anymore," Xiao said with a sea of tears in his eyes, "We've actually met now...and now...now the dreams will end."

You lean into him, "then let's make this dream the best one we've ever had."

Your about to kiss when-

"Terribly sorry about this!" A childlike voice called, "you know, interrupting your moment and all that. See for the sake of narrative, you both were put in separate universes. And it's my job to give you a happy ending."

When you both looked, you saw a child made of bone climbing into reality from some kind of hole.

"Now just wait a moment aaannnd-"

The turquoise clouds cleared, and the world rippled into a conjoined reality between genshin impact and tribunal eruption.

"Welcome to your dream world, enjoy eternal love!" The child said as he crawled back into the hole and it closed.

When he was gone, you both observed the world around you: a beautiful mix of aesthetics surrounded you, and both your armor and his adeptus clothing were on you both.

You gazed into eachother's eyes.

He placed one hand on your cheek while another held your hand, "I'm not good with speaking..speaking my emotions..but I....maybe my actions can do that for me..."

You felt your red string radiate with the warmth of love, likewise Xiao felt his daydreams dissipate like a haze leaving his mind.

You grab his hand and place your free hand on his cheek, mirroring his love, as you always have.

"Xiao...your very existence tells me all I need to hear.."

You both leaned in, and kissed.

Two lovers, in a dream made reality,

A paradise for all eternity.

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I feel it kinda fell apart with the deus ex, but I think I scraped it back together in the end!

I hope it's good enough for what you envisioned buddy, I tried my best!

(Also I think you deserve something just as good as what happens to the reader insert in this fic, story)

(Tagging: @golden-wingseos (this is the writing blog for someone you told to tag you), and @storytravelled (just to keep the idea of tagging in mind))

[cheri-translates]

[CN] Shaw’s Scorching Waves Date (Eng Translation)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for an S2 date, 炙浪之约, which has not been released in English servers! 🍒

Features S2 Shaw!

[ This date was released in CN on 28 Sep 2020 ]

MC: Mister, this is the place!

After paying the passenger fare, I hurriedly get off the car, but find that the entrance of Live House is already very crowded.

Sweeping my eyes across the area, I receive a shock.

Whether they are male or female, everyone here is donned in punk style: ripped shirts, leather outfits, jackets with rivets on them... A few people even have cool mohawk hairstyles.

At the side, the words “Rock ‘n’ Roll Night” are spray-painted on a wall. Below them is an eye-catching line--

"No entry if your attire doesn’t match the theme”

MC: ...

I look at my surroundings, then lower my head to look at my own officewear... Clearly, under such circumstances, I won’t be able to enter.

With uncertainty in my heart, I take out my phone and make a call.

After a few dial tones, Shaw’s languid voice drifts into my ear. 

Shaw: What’s up?

MC: I’m at the entrance of Live House now.

Shaw: You really came?

His sentence ends with an upward lilt, as though a little surprised.

MC: Yeah. Over the phone last night, didn’t you tell me to come over after my meeting? Since it’s a formal invitation from you, and you’re performing a new song, of course I couldn’t miss it.

Probably not expecting that I’d rush over in time, Shaw pauses at the other end of the line for a while.

Shaw: ...you’re pretty punctual. Are there many people outside? 

MC: Yeah. But the doors don’t seem to be open yet.

Shaw: Of course. After all, I just reached too. Who knew that Old Man would drag out the lesson...

MC: But what do the words on the wall mean? I didn’t know there was a dress code to watch the performance.

Shaw: You didn’t actually wear business attire over, did you?

Shaw’s laughter of ridicule drifts to my ear. Slightly angry, I grip the phone tightly. 

MC: If you keep laughing, I’m leaving!

Shaw: Tch, try to leave if you can. All right, wait where you are.

Shaw pauses, and the soft sound of breathing can be heard from the other end of the line. He seems to be stretching.

Shaw: I’ll pick you up.

-

Because of the way I’m dressed, a few staff members I walk past along the corridor to the break room can’t help but cast sidelong glances at me.

Entering the break room, I discover that there isn’t a single person inside.

MC: Eh, where are the other band members?

Shaw: They’re still on the way.

Shaw closes the door, then lies down on the sofa lazily. I once again check the time.

MC: But the performance is starting in half an hour. Don’t you guys need to rehearse?

Shaw: We’ve been prepared since a long time ago. Heading straight to the stage afterwards is fine. Come to think of it...

He tilts his head, looking me over.

Shaw: This is the first time I’m seeing someone wear business attire to watch a performance. 

MC: The fact that I could rush over already means a lot. Be contented.

Shaw: In that case, prepare yourself to be “saluted” by others later.

I lower my head to look at my outfit. It truly doesn’t suit the crowd.

Also, since there are so many people today, it wouldn’t be convenient to move around later on.

Just as I furrow my brows in vexation, Shaw suddenly speaks. 

Shaw: Hey, I have a suggestion.

Meeting his mischievous gaze, a bad feeling arises in my heart. 

MC: ...what are you planning to do?

Shaw: Since I didn’t notify you in advance, I thought of an idea.

He suddenly stands up and walks towards the wardrobe at the side.

After rifling through it for a while, Shaw takes out a black coloured leather jacket.

Shaw: Try it.

MC: ...is this yours?

Shaw: Why do you care about so many things? Just try it on.

I take the jacket from him. Skeptical, I bring it to my nose to give it a sniff - it has a faint peppermint scent. Looks like it’s pretty clean.

Watching my actions, Shaw gives me a subtle look, and releases a soft “hmph”.

Shaw: If you don’t want to wear it, forget it.

MC: Who says I’m not wearing it.

I snatch the jacket back. Although there are still some concerns in my heart, I can’t be picky considering the current circumstances.

The jacket is a little large, and hangs on my body loosely. However, it’s able to cover my short shirt. 

MC: How’s this?

Shaw: The way you’re dressed...

Shaw pauses, then chuckles softly.

Shaw: Looks pretty punk.

MC: I never thought watching a performance would be so troublesome... Why did you guys suddenly think of having a theme?

Shaw: Because it’s fun.

Shaw responds instantly.

Shaw: People who watch the performances range from working adults to students - all sorts of people. But after changing their outfits, no one will care about their identity. Before music, nobody’s different.

I look at Shaw, a little surprised. I originally thought this activity was just a spur of the moment for them, and didn’t expect that there’d be such a meaning behind it.

Just when I’m about to say something, the lights above my head suddenly flicker.

MC: What happened? Is there a problem with the lights? 

With a glance, Shaw answers indifferently.

Shaw: The voltage isn’t stable, that's all.

Before I can probe further, a series of knocks come at the door. A staff member opens the door, and tells Shaw--

Staff: Get ready, the performance is about to begin.

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In Live House, there are a mass of bobbing heads as the restless crowd congregate near the stage.

After a short while, I’m pushed to the back.

MC: Do I have to squeeze through the crowd...

Looking at the crowd before me, which is so packed till there isn’t a single crevice, I'm at my wit’s end, and stand in place.

Man A: That bass player is quite interesting. My girlfriend likes him a lot.

Man B: Oh? You’re very magnanimous. Not jealous?

Man A: She just appreciates his musical abilities. He plays really well. See for yourself later.

The conversation between the two man standing in front of me drifts over to my ears. I can’t help but laugh. 

If Shaw knew how he was being commented on, I wonder what he’d think of it.

I whip out my phone, taking a few pictures of the scene.

“There are so many people here today! Seems like quite a number of them are here for you.”

After penning my text message, I send it to Shaw along with the photos.

The performance is about to begin. Despite thinking he wouldn’t reply, my phone suddenly vibrates.

A sentence flashes on the screen.

Shaw’s message: Why are you so far behind?

After a few seconds, another message appears. 

Shaw’s message: Don’t move around. I’ll look for you later.

I’m just about to reply. At this moment, the lights extinguish. The entire venue dives into pitch darkness, and the background music stops.

Without the hyping up of a host, and along with a flurry of shrieks, the band members enter the stage.

Purple light streams down slowly, shrouding the entire stage together with faint mist.

Shaw walks in last, his steps indolent. But his figure is tall, straight, and proud.

He hangs the bass over himself casually. Exchanging a glance with his bandmates, his fingertips flit across the strings lightly.

Along with the first sound from the drums, the performance officially begins.

Without unnecessary cushioning or embellishments, the music goes straight to the theme. The rapid and fierce melody propels the hearts of everyone to beat along with the rhythm and notes.

I’m standing below the stage, my eyes fixed on the people above it. 

Just like the first time I watched him perform, I almost forget to breathe in the midst of the shocking music.

Shaw’s fingers fly back and forth on the strings. He is so skilled in his techniques that even if you were to keep your eyes wide open, you wouldn’t be able to see how he moves his fingers clearly.

The lights and shadows intersperse like an illusion. He sways along with the rhythm, the light in his eyes even fiercer than the swift melody from his fingertips.

I grip the jacket on me. In the crowd - as what Shaw said - I have forgotten my own identity in this very moment.

Just like a normal rock lover, I can’t help but raise my hands in the air.

The climax gradually nears, and the entire crowd waits for the explosive point, their insuppressible shrieks surfacing one after the other.

At this point, the lights hanging on stage suddenly release a “PA” sound, and sparks appear in the air.

The audience in the front row cry out in alarm. The lights continuously flicker, and the buzzing sound of electricity can be heard.

Audience A: !! Did something happen?

Audience B: Seems like a problem with the lights. Could this be a stage malfunction...

People on and off the stage seem to notice this unforeseen event, and chaos erupts in the venue.

Suppressing the panic in my heart, I lift my head to look at Shaw.

In the middle of the flickering lights, I see a bewildered expression on his face too.

After a moment, he seems to think of something. He suddenly lifts his eyes and looks at the audience, his probing glance sweeping across them.

My heart jolts. Subconsciously, I give him a wave.

The surroundings are filled with the clamour of people. After sweeping past numerous profiles, Shaw’s eyes fall on me.

The moment our eyes meet, his frown smoothens out. Under the ever-changing lights and shadows, he reveals a flamboyant smile.

Shaw: Scared?

What’s there to be afraid of? Baffled, I shake my head.

Shaw holds back his smile for a moment, and he seems to be making a soft “tch” sound.

The crowd is still in chaos. Quite a number of them even squeeze towards the entrance, planning to leave the venue.

A staff wearing a name-tag is currently maintaining order in front. My eyes brighten, and I hurriedly squeeze myself over to him.

MC: Hello! The lights have been flickering, and I think it could be because the circuit over there has some issues. 

Staff: All right, thank you!

The clamour from the crowd seems to cover the music. I lift my eyes to look at Shaw, and discover that he’s currently staring at the flickering lights, and I can’t tell what he’s thinking about.

Suddenly, he lifts his hand, and a bright light reflects from the pick between his fingers.

Shaw: Hey, catch up!

He steps on the pedal, matching the rhythm of the flickering lights. A few band members start to react.

The drummer raises his drumsticks in the air, tapping them together a few times. The band members exchange glances, cooperating with the rhythm to commence a spontaneous performance. 

When the audience notice that the performance is continuing, they start cheering enthusiastically. Without realising it, I also start to cheer. 

Shaw pulls out the wire connected to the bass. He walks to the side of the stage, his gaze sweeping across the crowd slowly.

He stretches out his index finger, pointing at the most raucous part of his audience, his eyes burning with fiery light.

The mood of the audience is instantly ignited, and they respond to him with gestures.

Shaw takes two steps back. Then, he turns around fiercely, jumping into the air.

At this moment, the hanging coloured balls open and countless ribbons drift downwards.

The glaring lights stop flickering, and they are all focused on Shaw.

Standing at the back, I see Shaw being lifted by the crowd. Along with the surge of the crowd, he draws closer to me.

The performance on the stage continues. The turbulent music excites every single cell in one’s body in an unparalleled manner.

The performance reaches its peak, and everyone excitedly waves their hands in the air. It’s as though the earlier incident was nothing more than for performance effect.

Shaw and I exchange glances. Even though we’re separated by the crowd, he looks at me with an unbridled smile.

My heartbeat speeds up in my chest along with the sound of the drums.

The thin coat of sweat on his collarbones, his intense gaze, and that hand reaching towards me--

All of them render me unable to avert my gaze.

-

In the break room, I shut the door, cutting myself off from the merriment outside.

With twenty minutes left for the performance, Shaw suddenly handed his bass to me, and asked me to wait for him in the break room.

I look around my surroundings, but don’t see Shaw.

MC: Why is he always like this - deciding things for himself...

I sigh softly, looking at the bass in my arms. My mind flashes back to images of him performing.

I can't help but raise my hand. Based on the melody in my recollection, I try plucking on the strings, humming the tune softly.

??: Hey, you’re out of tune.

I jolt. Turning around, I meet Shaw’s sly gaze.

MC: ...didn’t you manage to recognise what I was playing? It shows that I’m not lacking in talent.

Lowering my head, I continue strumming the strings in indignation. But my wrist is suddenly grabbed from behind.

Shaw: You can use one finger to pluck the strings. That way, the timbre will be more even.

Before realising it, Shaw is already standing behind me. I feel his breath on my ear, and it carries the same fresh peppermint scent as the jacket on me.

I pause, then follow his advice on how to play the bass, realising that there’s indeed an evident change in the timbre.

Shaw: How is it? Isn’t it much better?

Before I can respond, footsteps are heard at the door.

In the next second, the door is pushed open. A band member enters, teasing him good-naturedly.

??: Shaw, are you able to rush your assignment before the deadline...

His voice suddenly halts. The moment he sees me, a few band members freeze.

When they notice the jacket on me, their expressions abruptly change, looking as though they’ve seen a ghost.

Adam: Isn’t that...

Jensen: All right, let’s not disturb their interaction and studies.

Jensen’s voice is genial. A few of them who tacitly understand his words start laughing.

Jensen: Shaw, catch!

A silver coloured object flies in an arc through the air, and a set of keys fall squarely in Shaw’s hand.

Jensen: We’re off. Remember to lock the doors.

In the blink of an eye, they’re all gone. 

MC: Is there something about this jacket?

Shaw rolls his eyes, walking over to the side to tidy up.

Shaw: Don’t bother about them. Let’s go.

-

There’s nobody in the main hall of Live House - a complete opposite of the lively atmosphere just now.

The loudspeakers and musical instruments on the stage have yet to be kept. A sole spotlight is turned on, and messy electrical cables are on the floor.

Thinking about the nice yet interrupted new song just now, a faint sense of regret surfaces in my heart.

MC: Shaw, could you play the bass again?

Shaw pauses in his footsteps. He turns his head to look at me, his expression baffled.

MC: That new song today - you only played it halfway before having to stop. I want to hear you play the full song.

Shaw: Right now? You really know how to order people around. Forget it, I'm in a good mood today. Wait here.

Shaw: Wait here.

He tosses his bag at me, then takes large strides to the front, hopping up onto the stage. 

He picks up the bass casually. Plugging the wire in, he lowers his eyes and sweeps a glance at me.

Shaw: This time, you’ve got to listen carefully.

With this, a melody gradually flows from his fingertips.

Although it’s the same song, it’s different from his performance earlier. He plays every beat unhurriedly, his posture casual and relaxed. 

I’m sitting on the floor, quietly listening to the low sounds of the bass, humming along with the music.

The timbre of the bass beneath his fingers is low and unruly. The occasional pauses and increases in speed are reminiscent of himself and how he does things as he pleases.

There’s a strange tugging of my emotions as memories of the past echo--

A very long time ago, underneath similar dim lights, I had watched Shaw’s performance for the first time.

I tug on the jacket over me, immersing myself in my thoughts, not noticing that Shaw has furrowed his brows above the stage, slightly upset.

Shaw places the bass to the side, then suddenly jumps off the stage.

MC: !

The thud of his feet making contact with the ground pulls me back to the present.

Amid the blurry lights and shadows, the image of him hopping off the stage and the image before me overlap.

In the quiet evening without a restless crowd, Shaw walks towards me, every step especially clear. 

He stops before me. I lift my head to look at him, but am caught off guard when he flicks my forehead. 

MC: Ah!

Shaw: You couldn’t keep your eyes off me when there were many people around. Why do you start losing focus when there are fewer people?

Shaw: Tch, you don’t know how to cherish this.

His face is within reach. My heart beats erratically in my chest once again, just like it did when he was surfing the crowd towards me.

MC: When was I unable to keep my eyes off you...

Shaw arches his brows, his expression reading: “Don’t even think of denying it”.

MC: I was just wondering why you thought of hopping off the stage earlier.

Shaw: What? 

MC: Just now, during the performance. If you had waited for the staff to fix the lights, you wouldn’t have needed to go through such trouble, right?

MC: Also, do you like getting off the stage like that? Isn’t it good to use the stairs?

Shaw: But it’s cooler like this.

Shaw’s tone is confident, and the corners of my lips tug upwards involuntarily.

Shaw: Also, this time is different from before.

MC: How so?

Shaw: It isn’t an accident this time.

He takes the bag in my hands, then walks towards the entrance. 

Shaw: Why are you still standing there? Let’s go.

-

The streets in the wee hours of the morning are tranquil and empty. The streetlights outside Live House cast small, round halos.

Shaw doesn’t speak. A lively melody drifts from his earpieces, and he’s humming a certain song from his band softly.

Shaw: Hey, your car’s here.

I nod, my eyes falling on the skateboard beneath his arm.

MC: You don’t plan to ride the skateboard home today?

Shaw: The board needs waxing. Oh yes, remember to share your location with me when you’re in the car.

We bid each other goodbye with a wave, and I enter the car. With the clinking sound of metal buttons, I realise that I’m still wearing that black coloured jacket.

I roll down the window, and exclaim at him.

MC: Shaw, thanks for your jacket!

Shaw appears to pause in his steps. After a while, he lifts his hand and waves it in the air casually. He doesn’t turn around, carrying the bass.

Shaw: Remember to wash it before returning it to me next time. 

Moonlight falls on the ends of his hair, coating it with a tender halo. Shaw steps into the tranquil night, and it seems like his footsteps have become slightly lighter.

-

🎸 MOMENTS 🎸

Shaw’s Post: The first time seeing someone wearing business attire to watch a performance. 

MC: You’ve already said it once!

Shaw: Saying it twice isn’t enough to express my surprise.

-

Shaw’s Post: The first time seeing someone wearing business attire to watch a performance

MC: And with high-heels. My feet were close to giving up when I reached home...

Shaw: You should have mentioned it earlier. I have a pair of shoes in the break room.

-

Shaw’s Post: The first time seeing someone wearing business attire to watch a performance

MC: Are you touched? To watch your performance, I didn’t even have the time to change my clothes.

Shaw: A little. Hope you can continue in your efforts the next time.

-

Phone call: here

[vampiric-daydreams]

Unrequited

Jasper x Reader

Summary: You had been happy to quietly like Jasper from a distance. But when he and the Cullens start acting stranger than usual, you begin wondering if there’s more to it.

Word Count: 2,372

Tags: @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce @eggmettcullen @scuzmunkie

A/N: Felt cheeky and wrote something after a year and a half of hiatus that nobody asked for. Sorry not sorry. Might do a part 2?

*

It had crept up on you. It wasn’t something you wanted.

“I’ll go fir-” you started, as your right hand brushed against your English partner’s. The pen between you rolled off the top of the desk as you jolted from his icy touch. Jasper Hale’s cautious eyes met yours. You suddenly grew conscious of every part of your body and how it might appear to him. Your mouth dried up.

From that touch, those feelings manifested in your fingers; a lingering chill that had lasted for hours. From then, your throat tightened whenever you spoke to him. You stuttered between words, and the mere thought of meeting his honeycomb gaze made you feel sick. Reminiscing that first graze of physical contact and back to your first meeting with him, you accepted that those feelings had always lived within you; dormant and waiting. When hadn’t you liked Jasper?

What drew you to him wasn’t something you could pinpoint, at least nothing that wasn’t shallow. You hardly knew him and you only spoke to each other in English class when you had to. Even then, it was a routine ‘hey, how are you today’ and little more unless you were paired together for a learning task.

“… the dance.” That was all your friends had been talking about and it was still months away.

“I’m asking him to the dance,” Jason was hyping himself up, “I’m just going to do it.”

You had every intention of giving him a slap on the back before he went to lay his heart on the line. But all it took was the sight of Jasper crossing the asphalt with some papers in his hand to make you cease and admire him instead. Sometimes you just wanted to march over to him and confess your feelings.

“Oh shit, that’s not good.”

You snapped out of your lover’s trance and looked at Eric’s face flushed with uncertainty as Jason dropped his head. Rejection. He was biting his lip on his way back to your group. Every time you thought you could be gather courage and tell Jasper how you felt, you saw somebody else receive decline from their own attempt. The world around you gave constant reminders to stay in line. This is what will happen to you if you try to break them up.

“He wants to go with Angela.”

Jason’s obstacle was a cute girl with glasses, and yours was Alice Cullen. Dressed immaculately in designer clothing, Jasper’s girlfriend was not somebody you wanted to rival for his affection. Everything about her was perfect and polished and a clear winner against the likes of anyone who stood beside her. How could he ever look at you, let alone accept you?

However, there didn’t seem to be any sign of Alice today. Or Emmett. Edward and Rosalie were standing by the bottom of the stairs leading up to the school. Jasper descended them, his hands now empty and stuffed in his pockets.  As your group comforted Jason, you felt a burning stare on your back; and when you turned around, you met the perturbed frown of Edward Cullen.

*

 Jasper sat beside you. He had joined the class seven minutes late; citing to Mr. Evans that there was a minor family issue. He didn’t greet you as he took his seat; he didn’t pull out any pens or open an exercise book. Something was wrong. An unkind corner of your mind hoped he had broken up with Alice and that was why she wasn’t at school today; or at least that they were having relationship problems. You shook the nasty thought away, not noticing that you had shaken your head until his voice pierced through you. “Are you okay?”

His voice sounded strained, but his expectant gaze pulled at you. Your tongue felt like it had doubled in size. “I… um.”

“Excuse me, is my teaching disrupting your conversation?” Mr. Evans was frowning at you both, and a few classmates snickered.

“We’re sorry, Mr. Evans.” Jasper’s voice was smoother. “I was asking (Y/N) something that I should have saved for later.”

Mr. Evans crossed his arms. “Indeed.”

Both of you were silent. It wasn’t until the bell rang when Jasper started a rare non-essential conversation with you. “What are you doing this weekend?”

Your pulse quickened. Had you somehow intrigued him? You took a shaky breath and focused your energy on not stammering this time. Sound available. “Nothing, why?”

Was he actually going to ask to see you outside of class? You fought to reign in the blush that threatened to give you away. He was smiling. “Oh, the rest of my family are going camping again.”

You hung onto his pause for dear life. It lasted only for a split second, but it was enough time for you to imagine a study date at his place. Sitting side by side, perhaps a little too close, so that your arms would brush. Growing tired of studying and resting your head on his shoulder. Jasper craning his neck lower so his face was close enough to yours that you could feel his breath on your face. A moment of weakness as thoughts of his absent girlfriend slipped away as his lips found yours…

His next sentence cut through you.

“So, Alice and I will have the entire house to ourselves again, which is always a pleasurable time.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him. Was he still smiling? Why did he feel the need to add that second part? Was he bragging to you?

“S-sounds fun for you guys…”

“Yeah! Our house is always so packed so it’ll be nice to have some alone time.”

Why was he suddenly alluding to his physical relationship with Alice? Why was he bothering to talk to you at all?

 *

 For the following week, Jasper interacted with you more and more. Yet each interaction left you with a hole in your chest. How could something you had wanted for so long turn out to be so awful?

“Our anniversary is coming up so my parents helped me book a romantic weekend away for Alice and I.”

“Even my sister gave Alice a gift for our anniversary. Our family just love us together. They’re always saying how perfect we are for each other and that they couldn’t imagine us with anyone else.”

“Alice and I are skipping school tomorrow for a date.”

Awkward silences turned into deafening info dumps detailing his adoration for his girlfriend; daily reminders that you had no hope of ever being with him and that his family would hate you for hurting Alice if you did. By the time Monday had rolled back around, your light was fading. Jasper had gone from your secret obsession to the last person you needed to see. You dreaded the last class of the day where he’d force you to listen to more of what you least wanted to hear.

Perhaps it was better this way. Each new insight to his relationship made you want to stay further away. Maybe you liked the idea of Jasper more than Jasper himself. Still, if your disillusion stemmed from his relationship, perhaps you’d be reacquainted with your earlier passion for him. A hard bump on your left arm pulled you away from your thoughts.

“Sorry-” you started apologising to Edward Cullen, who you had collided with. You felt hot under his burning gaze. It was a knowing look, one that was brimming with disapproval. Saying nothing, Edward brushed past you in the direction he came from; other students jumping out of his way as he charged through the crowd.

In the cafeteria, the aura surrounding the Cullen’s table was inconsistent. Throughout lunch, you caught each of them watching you one by one. Rosalie’s hostile eyes sent daggers through you, while Emmett seemed apologetic—but not for his girlfriend’s behaviour. An overwhelming sense of dread washed through your body, making you shudder. Edward’s look hadn’t changed since your exchange in the corridor. His gaze was unsettling. It was as though you were under his microscope and he could see everything about you. Had Jasper caught on to you crush on him and told his family? You found your answer when you locked eyes with Alice, whose devastation was clear on her smooth features. He had definitely figured it out, then. Jasper didn’t look at you once. Alice looked at you the most. Up and down. Left to right. She was frowning, but her forehead didn’t wrinkle, and she suddenly seemed miles away.

“I guess they don’t appreciate the threat of an outsider?” Jason glanced at their table and then back at you. “At least I’m not the only one being sidelined.”

“It’s not like I broadcasted it all over school. How did they even find out?” A well of anxiety formed within you. By the second it grew darker and deeper, blacker and blacker, and you were in danger of slipping in and being consumed by it.

“Do you want an answer?”

“No. Not really.”

 *

 And just like that, Jasper’s entire demeanour changed for a second time. His incessant mentions of his girlfriend turned into a bitter distance in which he ignored you entirely. Two more days passed. Your self-worth was diminishing. How could your crush on him be such an insult? Were you so dreadful that he was this repulsed by you?

He was about to walk through the classroom door when you stalked over to him and pushed him back out and to the side of the corridor. His voice interrupted you before you could even speak. “I know you have feelings for me, (Y/N). You don’t have to say anything. But I’m in love with Alice. I love Alice. Not you. I will never leave her for you so you need to accept that and stay away from me.”

“I didn’t mean to fall for you like this. I’m trying to let it go, but none of this gives you the right to be so rude all the time!” Hot tears burned your cheeks as they fell. “I know you won’t leave Alice! I never asked you to! But what is so disgusting about me that is making you treat me like this?”

“It’s not like you’re entirely innocent, (Y/N). If it remained the innocent crush it once was, I could accept it. But fantasising about us cheating behind my girlfriend’s back? Wishing every day that she and I would break up for your benefit? That’s selfish.”

Bile rose in your throat. He was right. There was something worth his repulsion. You should have apologised and promised to leave him alone. You wanted to tell Jasper that you never wanted things to get so out of hand. But you said, “What, so you read minds now?”

His hesitation was brief, but you noticed it. The subtle way his citrine eyes widened as those words left your mouth made you wonder if you had an edge you didn’t recognise. As awful as your thoughts about him and Alice were, how had he known about them? “You still haven’t denied it, (Y/N). Isn’t that what most people who love someone unattainable think?”

“You don’t know a thing about what I think.”

“I know a lot more than you’d expect me to and-” Before you had time to blink, Edward’s hand clapped on Jasper’s shoulder.

“What he means to say is that he—we—don’t appreciate your meddling in his relationship,” said Edward.

You gritted your teeth. “I haven’t meddled! I haven’t said a word! Who do you think you are, with your whole family death-staring me? With all these assumptions about my thoughts and intentions?” Your volume grew louder. People were staring and whispering to each other.

“Regardless of the decisions that have and haven’t been made, I think it would be best for everybody if you and Jasper stayed away from each other from now.” A strange, soothing sensation surrounded you. Your broken, shaky breaths grew steady. You unclenched your jaw and your fists, and you realised that Edward’s suggestion was best for everyone.

“But we sit together in English. Mr. Evans is very fond of his seating chart.” The sharpness had left your voice.

“I’ll change my classes.” Jasper still sounded uncomfortable; he still didn’t look at you.

“Fine.” His dismissal of you caused the embers of your anger to spark and reignite, but it felt like somebody was throwing water on them. You cooled back down.

 *

 The first week with an empty space beside you hurt the most. Knowing it wasn’t because of a camping trip, or even a date with his girlfriend; but that he no longer wanted anything to do with you made you feel faint. You would never brush his hand with yours again or feel the lingering touch of his alabaster skin. He would never smile at you, or greet you, or ask about your day—even if it was only to be polite.

But something niggled in the back of your mind, and over time it bothered you more than losing Jasper’s acquaintanceship. How were they so right about my imagination? How did they figure things out so quickly?  You had told no one about how you wished Jasper would abandon Alice and leap into your arms instead. It was a huge assumption on which to base that level of animosity and disdain.

Something was definitely off about all this; and if you had to sacrifice even your feelings for Jasper, you at least wanted to figure out how the Cullens were so on the mark. A stupid idea popped into your brain, one that was ridiculous—but you were so worn down that you allowed this concept to spread. What if, somehow, your thoughts weren’t safe?

[stanakaashiforclearskin]

Rescue on the Metro w/ Aone and Tendou

Synopsis: You are on the metro and they come to your rescue.

Pairings: Aone Takanobu and Tendou Satori (separately) x fem!reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: sexual harassment

Word count: 1.5K words

Author’s Note: Ignore the fact that the reader is taking the metro to Shiratorizawa. I know that it’s a boarding school but just for the sake of the story let’s pretend it’s not (✿◠‿◠)

Aone Takanobu

you are a second year at date tech

every day you have to take the metro to school because you live kind of far away

you are always on the train around rush hour in the morning because people with office jobs are trying to get around the city as well

one day on your way to school you actually find a train car with fewer people on it, which usually doesn’t happen

you see an open seat next to a tall, angry-looking boy, who happens to be sporting the uniform for date tech

you sit in silence for a few stops until you decide to say something because you still have a long ride ahead of you

“do you also go to date tech?”

the stoic boy does not even bother to look over at you as he simply nods his head once in response

you brustle a bit at his refusal to speak to you, but you continue to try and have a conversation

“i’m a second year student. are you one, too?”

again, he only gives you a nod in response to the question. but this time, his hard gaze slides to his right and lands on you

your stomach drops as you become aware of how scary the boy sitting next to you actually is

but then you see his gaze soften and a pink blush appears on his cheeks

he looks down quickly in order to hide his embarrassment

“my name is y/n.”

the boy still has a red face when you say this, and he won’t look up

maybe he’s just shy, you think

“what’s yours?” you ask him

he finally looks back at you warily

“aone takanobu.” uwu

you can’t seem to keep a smile from sliding onto your face. his name is so cute in comparison to his frightening exterior 🥺

“well aone, it’s nice to meet you.”

before he can respond, an older man sits down on your other side

the smell of cigarettes and b.o. wafts from him, entering your nostrils

you try to scoot away from him, but there’s not much room on your left, seeing as aone is a hulking giant of a person and takes up a lot of space

the dirty man begins to trail his hand along the hem of your skirt, occasionally rubbing the material between his fingers

you tense up immediately, and instinctively grab onto aone’s massive arm

aone is a pretty observant person and knew exactly when the man sat down next to you that he would be a problem

shy baby was just hyping himself up and making sure that you actually wanted him to intervene on your behalf

but after you reach for him, aone knows that it would be okay for him to do something

in one movement, he lifts you up off of your seat (much to the surprise of your harasser) and slides over to sit where you just were. aone then carefully places you down on his other side, positioning a protective arm around your shoulders

the sleazy man takes one look at the giant middle blocker to his left and gets off at the next stop

now that the man has gone, aone begins to remove his arm, but you place your small hand atop his large one, causing him to cease his motion and leave his arm there

you give your silent thanks to him, feeling eternally grateful that he was on the train today

finally you arrive at your stop for school 

as you walk off the train, you gather enough confidence to ask him to stay with you

“um, aone… would it be alright if I stayed with you on the metro from now on?”

you turn your head upwards and see him nod once, but this time you know that he isn’t indifferent, he is just a man of few words

you smile and look away, happy to have made a new adorable friend

it’s too bad that you look away from him so soon though, because you miss the small smile that graces his face at the thought of being able to see you every day

Tendou Satori

you had moved schools right before your third year of high school 

your old school, Aoba Johsai, was not as academically challenging as you had hoped, and you switched to Shiratorizawa for your last year before graduation

you were not used to taking the train to school because Seijoh was much closer to your house, and was within walking distance. now, it would take you at least an hour to walk, so you decided you needed a better mode of transportation

on your first day of of school, you are running late so by the time you make it to the train station, it’s already packed

hopping onto the next train, you find that even the cars are full of people and you’re forced to stand 

you reach for the nearest handrail and pray that you’ll make it to class on time

as people continue to get on and off, you become more surrounded by other passengers, ending up away from the train doors and right in the middle of the car

a creepy-looking man, who has been on the metro since you got on, slowly makes his way towards you

you are on your phone to distract yourself from all the people around you, whom, in your opinion, are way too close

the moment you open on your messages app, you feel a hand come around your body from behind and land on your waist

shocked, you stiffen and look down at where the stranger is touching you

the old, hairy hand is making its way down the front of your skirt and you look back up to try and make eye contact with someone in a silent plea for help

due to the train being filled to capacity, nobody can really tell that you are being fondled by this creep, and nobody is looking your way

at this point you are panicking because you still have at least ten minutes until your stop and there’s no way you can take a different train because you’ll be late to school

the man has almost reached the waistband of your underwear when his hand is suddenly yanked out of your skirt

you whirl around at the absence of him and come face to face with your red-headed savior. well, it’s more like face to chest because he’s much taller than you

his long, handsome fingers are tightly wrapped around the perpetrators wrist

“and what, exactly, do you think you’re doing?” the stranger demands savagely

the man just stares up at him, fumbling to come up with an explanation

“the only person allowed to put their hands on her is me.” the boy looks as if he could snap your harasser’s wrist with his anger alone

you flush at his words, butterflies filling your previously empty stomach

he drops the man’s wrist and reaches out to gently circle your waist, bringing you flush against him

the scent of lilacs envelopes you, and you realize it’s coming from him

“leave now,” he says dangerously

the old pervert makes his way across the busy train car in an attempt to get far away from you and your protector

“thank you” you say to him. “i really don’t know what i would’ve done without you”

the handsome boy smiles down at you. “well then it’s a good thing i was here, isn’t it?”

pink tints your cheeks as you realize that his arm is still around you, and had been joined at some point by the other one

at your blush, he pulls you infinitesimally closer

“i see you also go to Shiratorizawa” he says, eyeing your uniform

“oh, yeah. it’s my first year there because i transferred schools. i’m a third year.”

his eyes light up at this statement

“i guess that means you’ll need a tour guide then. i’m tendou satori, happy to be of service” 

tendou tries to do a mock bow, but he’s still holding you so it doesn’t really work

you let out a laugh and his smile grows

“thank you for the offer, tendou,” you say. “i think i’ll take you up on it.”

“there are rules though,” he says sweetly

“what kind of rules?”

“the first one is that you can’t ride the metro alone,” he smirks, “you’ll have to stay with me.”

“well i guess that’s not so bad,” you say as heat creeps up your neck.

the train finally reaches your stop, tendou keeping one arm around you as you make your way through the crowd of people

“oh, by the way, i never caught your name”

“it’s y/n”

his face freezes, lips slightly parted, eyes wide.

“what?” you ask, concerned

there is a long moment before he speaks. “pretty..” tendou murmurs

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Get Lucky

so i totally forgot about this request from @renluthor for like. two months, terribly sorry, but i finally finished it lmao. bit different than what we had discussed, but i had a lot of fun with it and think it turned out decent enough, hope you enjoy it also idk how to tag on ao3, i hope this works fine

M Rating (still suck at rating, there's drinking and kissing so)

Zoey x MC (Bea)

~1700 words (still pretty short since i cant seem to get my word count up rn but im also not that fussed)

Read on Ao3

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Bea Hughes stands in the middle of Belvoire’s quad on her first day at the school, staring down a snarling beast, some bitch named Poppy that’s really starting to get on her nerves. “You know what, Poppy?” she snarks, “I’m really going to enjoy tearing you down. Something tells me nobody likes you half as much as you like yourself.” She pauses, glancing around before her gaze lands on some frat bro, “Michael, how often does Poppy call you an idiot?”

He frowns, face downcast, “Every day. My therapist says it isn’t good to surround myself with people who bring me down, but my parents are friends with Poppy’s and -”

“Oh my god, nobody asked to be invited to your pity party, Michael!” Poppy shouts, effectively cutting him off with a stamp of her foot.

Bea’s scowl grows, “You know what nobody asked to be invited to? Poppy’s Daily Bitch-Fest. Death by migraine would be more pleasant.”

“Oh, you haven’t even seen Poppy’s Daily Bitch-Fest,” her eyes narrow at Bea dangerously, “But if you’d like a demonstration, by all means, be my guest of -”

“Hey Bea! Look at the time, we gotta go!” Someone takes hold of Bea’s wrist, tugging her along and away from the crowd, from Michael, and from Poppy and her glare. She’s pulled into a sprint across the lawn, running wildly until they’re inside a dorm and standing before some door.

“Wish the circumstances were different, but welcome to the Winfrey dorm complex, aka your new home!” The girl lets Bea’s wrist drop back to her side, gesturing widely with one hand as she fumbles to unlock the door with the other.

She finally succeeds, throwing the door open and ushering Bea inside, the door slamming shut behind them. Bea’s eyes immediately rove over the expensive decor and nice furniture of the huge dorm she’s somehow stumbled upon.

The girl collapses on a couch, kicking her feet up as she looks over to Bea, “So, you got out of that one alive. Barely,” she adds under her breath. “How are you feeling?”

Bea follows suit, slumping down on the opposite side, toying with the hem of her shirt distractedly. “Honestly, you’re gorgeous,” she shrugs, watching the fabric slide between her fingertips. She freezes, slowly glancing to Zoey, “...is what I was thinking, but did I just say it out loud?”

A laugh bursts from Zoey, her head falling back, “You did, and you’re absolutely, positively right. Not to mention easy on the eyes yourself,” she grins, winking at Bea, before sticking her hand out. “I’m Zoey Wade, your roomie,” she shakes Bea’s hand when their palms meet, “This right here is our dorm. Your room’s on the left, mine’s on the right.”

“Okay,” Bea responds abruptly, sinking into the cushions and crossing her arms beneath her chest. “Okay,” she repeats.

Zoey glances over to her, “Are you okay?”

Bea’s eyes flicker to her dark ones, “Yes. Yes, because I got lucky on the roommate front,” she smiles, albeit somewhat forced.

“That you did,” Zoey smiles right back. “In fact, I know the perfect place to get you off campus until the hype dies down.” she jumps to her feet, crossing to the front door before Bea can even react.

She scrambles to her feet, nearly tripping on the corner of the coffee table, “Wait!” Zoey spins as she swings the door open, winking before disappearing down the corner, Bea nearly sprinting to catch up.

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An hour later, Bea and Zoey are sitting in a dim corner of a Soho speakeasy, soft music and conversation buzzing in the background. Half-drunk Manhattans sit before them, their own voices adding to the soft din of chatter flowing in the space.

“How’d you find this place?” Bea inquires curiously, her eyes scanning the building and its patrons. It’s cozy and warm, the inviting atmosphere a sharp contrast to Belvoire’s intimidating one.

“Connections,” Zoey’s shoulders rise in a nonchalant shrug, unbothered as she scrolls her phone.

“Whose?”

Zoey looks up from her phone, gaze meeting Bea’s as she smirks, “Can’t spill all my secrets on the first day, babe.”

“Why not?” Bea challenges, one eyebrow quirked.

Zoey’s phone is set face down on the table as she looks at Bea mysteriously, smiling secretively, “As sweet as you are, I always need a few cards up my sleeve.”

“How many you got?”

“I’ll never tell,” she winks, in what Bea is quickly learning to be her default.

“I thought the whole point of coming here was to learn more about each other, roomie,” Bea counters pointedly.

Zoey shakes her head, leaning back against the booth, “The point of coming here is avoiding the campus harpy that goes by the name of Poppy.”

“So you don’t want to get to know me? Or let me get to know you?”

“Maybe if you’re lucky I’ll tell you something.”

Bea just her bottom lip out in a pout, her eyes wide and innocent as she blinks up at Zoey. She only smiles coyly in return, drinking her cocktail as Bea deflates, sighing and slumping backwards.

“You are so lucky you’re cute,” Zoey hums from the back of her throat.

Bea grins before schooling her expression into something flirtatious, “I’m hoping I’ll get luckier.”

Zoey laughs at that, just as loud and unrestrained as back in their dorm, “Nice try. At least buy me a drink first.”

“I’ll buy you the whole bar, how about that?”

“I’ll take another Manhattan for now,” Zoey laughs, sinking back into the booth as Bea jumps up, weaving through the speakeasy’s crowd to get back to the bar.

She returns a few minutes later, wiggling the drinks in her hands enticingly with a wide grin on her lips. She slides back into her seat, sipping her own bright coloured cocktail as she looks to Zoey.

“So what made you want to come to Belvoire? Long way from home, right?” Zoey plays with her drink, scraping a cherry off a toothpick with her front teeth.

Bea shrugs, “It’s a good school, and I thought it’d be fun to try something new… But now I’m mixed up in petty drama,” a sigh shifts her shoulders, Zoey stilling her absentminded fidgeting.

“Petty drama, maybe, but you’re making a name for yourself,” she nudges Bea with her elbow. “That’s more than a lot of people can say.”

“So you don’t think I’m totally screwed?”

“Hmm,” one carefully manicured nail taps Zoey’s chin. “I give it ten to one odds,” she finally decides, smiling sweetly across the table.

Bea frowns, a dent forming between her brows as the girl across from her’s smile grows in amusement, “Those aren’t good odds.”

“But there’s still a chance. Look, I know I don’t know you very well, but you seem like the type to pull it off.”

“Seems like you’re just trying to flatter me.”

“And what if I was?”

“I guess I’d wonder if there was a reason for it.”

“Can’t a cute girl be reason enough?”

Bea lets her gaze rake over Zoey suggestively, “I suppose so.”

“See? You’re smart, you’ll be fine,” she encourages. “Probably.”

“Ugh,” with a groan, Bea’s head falls forward, forehead crashing against the table.

“Nope, nope, nope,” Zoey chastises above her, “No moping.”

Bea turns, her cheek pressing into the wood, “What else am I supposed to do?”

“You’re going to dance,” Zoey announces, standing with her palms flat on the tabletop. She cocks her head at Bea expectantly, sauntering out to the dancefloor when Bea takes the hint, popping up and chasing behind her.

The dance floor's more crowded than anywhere else, couples and friend groups moving in unison to the beat thundering through the air. Zoey whirls around, dancing to the peppy song currently playing until Bea’s joined her, swinging her hips and throwing her arms about carelessly.

The song’s change, the crowd moves as one, and the pair spin and jump and whirl, Zoey taking Bea’s hands and twirling her until she’s laughing and dizzy. Time ticks past until they’re both breathless and sweaty, leaning against one another for support.

“You’re a pretty good dancer,” Zoey chuckles, her breath brushing Bea’s cheek, goosebumps breaking across her skin.

A grin breaks Bea’s lips too, relaxed and somewhat tired, “Right back atcha.”

Zoey throws her arm over Bea’s shoulders, fingers knitting behind her neck as she looks down at the shorter girl, her messy hair and gleaming eyes, her smudged lipstick and shining teeth. One hand retracts, the pad of her thumb swiping lightly beneath Bea’s lips, cleaning up the mess on her skin.

Bea’s breath hitches, her eyes widening in the dim lighting of the speakeasy, glued to Zoey’s dark ones as they shift over parted lips. “Hey, Bea?” she whispers, thumb still ghosting over Bea’s skin.

“Yeah?” she whispers back, the exhale skimming Zoey’s skin now.

“Are you still trying to get lucky?”

“God yes,” she groans.

Zoey bends down, letting her lips softly graze Bea’s, just barely making contact. Smudged lips chase hers, Zoey smiling before Bea’s palms are on her cheeks, tugging her downwards, her own thumbs brushing along high cheekbones.

Zoey’s hands find her hips, pulling her closer until they’re bodies fit together, only heat between them under the lights. Zoey nips at Bea’s bottom lip, the shorter girl gasping against her lips, Zoey’s tongue slipping past them.

Time ticks past, the mass of people surrounding them lost in a haze, heat the only thing discernible. The break apart after a short moment, unconsciously swaying to the music together, getting caught up in the rhythm, sucked into the thudding bass.

“We should probably head back to campus,” Zoey murmurs after another song fades out.

Bea’s head lolls to the taller girl’s shoulder, a groan spilling from her throat, “Mm, do we have to?”

A familiar chuckle explodes from Zoey’s chest, “Yeah, maybe you’ll find a four-leaf clover along the way. Get even luckier.”

Bea pulls back, her eyes eager as they meet Zoey’s and the remaining laughter in them. “Okay, let’s go!” she grabs Zoey’s hand on her hip, tugging her through the crowd and out the door, pulling her along this time. Her laughter rings behind Bea as she barrels down the street, New York’s lights illuminating her way.