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oopsiedaisydeer · 1 day ago

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…𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥? 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 i'𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘮?

slow burn, fluff, light angst, love confessions, future talk, emotional intimacy, comfort, domestic vibes, hand holding, vulnerability, cozy setting, mutual pining, established relationship, reassurance, fear of the future

inspired by this amazing and wonderful song and this devastating tiktok !!

word count - 800ish

You’re curled into him, legs thrown over his waist like you forgot how to be shy around him. His hoodie’s too big on you, sleeves hanging past your fingers, and your head rests against the pillow while he leans back against the headboard. One of his hands plays absentmindedly with the hem of your shorts. It’s warm in the room, soft. The kind of night that feels like it’s holding its breath.

Your phone glows between you, TikTok videos flashing by in bursts of music and laughter and quiet commentary.

Then, a video comes up, fireworks against the night sky while a girl asks her boyfriend, “Can we have fireworks at our wedding?” And the guy, casually, his tone bitter, says, “Who says we’re getting married?”

You both kind of wince at the same time. You try to play it off with a laugh, but Matt looks at you sideways, like he’s studying your reaction.

The video loops, but Matt reaches over to pause it. The sound cuts out.

“Do you ever think about that?” he asks suddenly. “Weddings, I mean.”

You blink. “What, like... mine? Or in general?”

He shrugs, but he’s smiling a little,. “Yours. Like dresses or anything. Just... do you?”

There’s a sudden thud in your chest, and you sit up a little, propping yourself on your elbow. His fingers trail gently across your knee.

“Um. Sometimes. Not... seriously.” You laugh, but it sounds a little off. “It’s just hard to think about silly stuff like that.”

Matt’s quiet. Not pushing. Not really. But still there. Still waiting.

You chew on the inside of your cheek for a second. “It’s not you. I just get nervous. Talking about the future, I mean. With anyone. But especially you. Like if I say it out loud, it’ll jinx things. Or worse, I’ll get too attached to the idea and then it doesn’t happen and I’m... stuck with the version in my head that never came true.”

Matt’s eyebrows knit together, soft concern flickering behind his eyes.

“I get that,” he says. “Really. But it’s okay to want things.”

“I know,” you say. “But wanting something doesn’t mean you’ll get it.”

He takes your hand then, gently, like if he holds it too tight you might vanish.

“What do you want?” he asks, voice low. “Just—what you want. Not even about us. Just... in general.”

You hesitate, images rushing through your mind, but you can’t seem to say any of it out loud.

“Can, um, can you go first?” you ask tentatively.

He nods. “Of course.”

“I want to go with you to a drive-in,” he starts. “Put pillows in the trunk. Let you pick the movie even if it sucks.”

You smile.

“And I want to get a dog together. Something weird and cute and scruffy with a name that doesn’t make sense.”

“I want a dog too,” you say, quieter.

His thumb brushes your knuckles. “Yeah? What else do you want?”

You hesitate.

“I want to live with you. Like have a place. Together. Decorate the fridge with magnets.”

He smiles a little. “I want that too.”

“And I want to go to cool places.”

“Cool places?” Matt questions, chuckling as he nudges your knee.

“Like road trips. Hiking trails and gas station snacks and places with no phone signal.”

“That sounds amazing,” he whispers. “Me too.”

“And... I want to have a family,” you say, your voice quiet.

You watch his face as you say it. His eyes go soft. Wet.

Matt smiles, then adds, almost shy, “Good.”

You look at him, heart pounding like it’s been waiting for this exact moment.

“Does that mean you want to get married?” he asks, and it’s barely a whisper. He sounds hopeful. A little scared.

You don’t answer right away. You look down at your hand in his. You run your thumb across his palm.

“Yes,” you mumble. “Do you?”

He lets out a breath, then laughs. It cracks a little at the end.

“What the fuck do you think?” he grins.

You both laugh — breathless, a little stunned, like you’re trying to catch up to your own hearts. Matt pulls you into him, arms winding around you, and you let yourself collapse against his chest. You’re both laughing and not laughing, holding on a little too tightly.

And then he sobers, squeezes your hand.

“I want to marry you.”

Your chest tightens, and when you look at him, he looks serious. Real.

“Do you believe me when I say that?” he asks.

You nod. “Yeah. You’re a man of your word.”

Then you lean in and kiss him — warm, and a little salty, and a lot honest. His hand moves to your jaw, thumb brushing gently over your cheek, as your fingers curl in his shirt. And it feels like something quietly promises itself to you, a comfort without any ceremony at all.

No fireworks go off.

It’s not a proposal. It’s not even a plan.

It’s just the truth.

creds to rose for the dividers!! @bernardsbendystraws

a/n: i really love this song and i've wanted to write a fic inspired by it for a long time, especially after i saw this quote: “It feels so good to express love and appreciation when you really fucking mean it. but it’s hard to feel worthy of love, of something so rare, and all we can do is try to measure up — that’s what that last part [“Do you believe what I said, that I am the man I say I am?”] is all about.”

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cheol-e-kat · 1 day ago

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hi hi can i ask for stuck in elevator + handcuffed and lost key + hair pulling for mingyu? i think the hair pulling could go several ways 💕💕 i hope you feel better soon

hiiii anon - thx <33 also this is more angsty than i meant it to be...and if you’re me, you imagine their old building has some very well-meaning ghosts tampering with the elevator

♡ kat

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bingo squares: stuck in elevator + handcuffed and lost key (unintentional bingo squares: their phones are dead, now what?)

pairing: kim mingyu / f!reader

summary: y/n and mingyu’s relationship hasn’t been smooth lately, maybe a stuck elevator and handcuffs can help

word count: 1.7k

genre: rocky relationship, tension, a tiny dose of angst, fluff? - Idk what this is for certain besides very forced proximity - two people struggling in a relationship?

rating: 18+, mdni, explicit

warnings: explicit language, drinking mentioned

“This is so dumb,” she whispered and shook her arm, which was connected to his, to emphasize the point.

“Oh, stop it,” he mumbled, no bite in his voice at all, “it wasn’t like I wanted it to happen,” he sighed.

She pursed her lips and stared straight ahead at the elevator door. They were headed to a locksmith because Mingyu had, in all his infinite, drunken wisdom, decided to handcuff them together.

And then he almost immediately lost the fucking key.

She tapped her foot impatiently, watching the elevator floor indicator slowly ticking up as the elevator ascended. She groaned as the elevator finally arrived at their floor. It had been on the fritz all that week. She would have taken the stairs if it were up to her, but she couldn’t exactly drag the biggest puppy in existence to the stairwell, could she?

It was like anything else between them lately - they were at loggerheads over what should be nothing at all. If anything, the lost key and the trip to the locksmith should be some silly lore between them, instead, of this tense moment with them both fighting to rip one another’s hand off.

He had pulled her back from the stairwell though. He was convinced that they would fall if they took the stairs because she was in such a rush. She had ignored the way he looked at her when he said that bit - she definitely ignored the way he seemed to imply she was rushing away from him.

Besides, he decided they should take the dodgy elevator. In her mind, if they died, it would 100% be his fault, and her ghost would trap his ghost in the earthly realm and force him to ride the elevator with her infinity times. He would regret ever implying that she was running away from him.

Mingyu shook his head at her and walked into the elevator, pulling her along by the wrist as he went. “You know I’m right about this being faster,” he added as he punched the button for the ground floor.

“Yes, the faster way to death,” she proclaimed in obvious frustration.

“It’s not that bad - actually, if you hadn’t said anything, I wouldn’t even think the elevator had been weird this week,” he said sounding a bit too smug for her liking.

“Actually...” She couldn’t help imitating him - he was the king of ‘well, actually.’ And ‘well, actually,’ she wanted to smack him. It was his fault she was headed to a locksmith with her left hand in a set of fucking handcuffs! It was so ridiculous!

She wanted to stamp her foot and make a scene - it was so. fucking. STUPID. Just like so many other things between them lately.

She let out a deep sigh, knowing that she shouldn’t be that upset. It could have happened with any of their friends - they had all been playing around with the handcuffs since they found them in her roommate’s bedroom. They had become part of whatever chimera of a drinking game they were playing.

But it hadn’t happened to anyone else. It happened to her and mingyu - why did it have to be him, she wondered. She didn’t want to be upset with him. She was too tired for it.

She leaned against the elevator wall, listening to the dull hum of the machine. She really wished they had just taken the stairs.

She bit her lip and stole a glance at Mingyu - he looked fairly pathetic while staring at the floor, or at least uncomfortable. She had seen his face when the key slipped out of his grasp too - it was like his soul had left his body. She had immediately felt bad for him. Everyone already joked about how clumsy he could be.

He had glanced up at her with such a worried look. It stuck in her mind, the way he looked - like he had dropped much more than a key.

She closed her eyes, trying to think positively about the elevator. And push any other thoughts to the side. She knew it would go from floor 23 to the ground floor without any problems at all - she tried to quiet her anxiety.

And for a few moments, it moved normally, right up until they were - she could only assume - between floors 12 and 14. Their building didn’t have a 13th floor, technically. At least she didn’t think it did. But they certainly seemed stuck where one would be.

She watched Mingyu try pressing the button for the ground floor a few times before finally looking defeated and pushing the ‘help’ button.

Luckily for them, the ‘help’ button seemed to do absolutely fuck all. She stared at it for a moment - that stupid little ominous button - it wasn’t like anyone wanted to be in the situation where they needed to push the ‘help’ button. But here they were.

She walked over and tried pushing it for herself. And still, nothing happened.

“I do know how buttons work,” he whispered - his annoyance obvious and his voice drawing a clear line under ‘do.’

She rolled her eyes and glanced at him. “I’m not questioning your button-pushing skills,” she snapped, her voice harsher than she meant, “Sorry, just you know what if it worked or something - I don’t know - like maybe you need to push it three more times for it to decide you’re really calling for help,” she shrugged.

He blinked at her. “Because the button is deciding something?” He asked with a raised brow.

She shook her head. “Just - it was worth a try, okay.” She went back to her place against the wall.

Their building was old and sometimes goofy like that. To her, it seemed totally reasonable to have a go at the button.

“At least now you’ll be able to tell everyone how I got us stuck in an elevator,” he muttered.

Again, she rolled her eyes. “Why do you do that?”

“Do what?” He asked sharply.

She was thrown off for a moment by his tone - she had never heard him sound that annoyed. Even if he didn’t - even if things weren’t the same.

“Assume I’m going to be mean?” Her voice trailed off, and she immediately wondered if they had run out of oxygen because what had made her say that?

He shrugged. “It doesn’t matter, y/n,” he sighed, “I’m sure the button does something,” he added. She nodded but wasn’t so sure.

✶⋆.˚

He kept checking his watch for the first few minutes, dragging her arm along with his as he did so. And then he started checking his phone, clicking the home screen on and off, on and off.

She knew they didn’t have service - the elevator was the place where all calls dropped. Even text messages didn’t send. Or if they did, people got them at weird times. It was a virtual dead zone.

She tried to be more practical about it all and contemplated if she could maybe fit her hand through the handcuff so they weren’t stuck right next to one another. But every time she pulled her hand, she pulled his too.

He finally jerked his hand back from her. “Your hands are not that small - and no, you very clearly, can’t dislocate your thumb like a magician, so please stop trying.” He sounded like he was telling off a small child.

“Sorryyyyy for trying,” she muttered. She glanced away from him. He didn’t need to know that he had maybe succeeded at hurting her feelings.

She looked away from him, focusing on the wall, pouting. She hated everything about this - they really could be minutes away from plummeting to their deaths, and she was about to spend, potentially, her last minutes on earth with someone who couldn’t stand her anymore.

And when she felt a single, horrible, little tear trace down her cheek, everything instantly became that much worse.

She tried to force herself to stop crying and only ended up sniffling loudly. She knew he heard her. The elevator was too small - the air was too stifling - they could hear one another breathing. So naturally, he could hear her crying like an idiot.

It surprised her when he squeezed her hand lightly. “Everything will be okay,” he murmured.

That was too much though - his warm hand gently squeezing hers in reassurance that they weren’t about to die. She tried to pull away enough to hide in one corner of the elevator. She had some dignity.

Or she thought she did until he simply followed her to her corner and slid his arms around her waist. He pressed close to her as he held her. She wished that it made her feel claustrophobic. Instead, she turned around quickly and buried her face against his chest.

“It’s like final destination or a zombie movie - we’re going to be stuck and have to climb out on top of the elevator or something and then the cord snaps no matter what,” she whined.

He gave a soft snort, “It’s not like that, y/n, I promise,” he murmured, as his free hand traced gently along her back.

She closed her eyes tightly, hoping her mind would calm down. She breathed him in and realized how much she had missed his warmth and how safe he made her feel. She was crying in earnest, warm tears streamed down her cheeks and darkened his shirt.

He kissed the crown of her head. “Everything will be okay,” he whispered.

She shook her head, leaning up to look at him, “Everything?” She met his gaze with a pleading look.

She watched the way he bit his lower lip. “Yes, everything.” He sounded so certain. She didn’t hesitate to nod along.

“I feel like everything we say is wrong though - things get a little better and then we ruin it all over again,” she confessed, managing to meet his gaze the entire time.

He shook his head to that. “No, baby,” he leaned close, his lips barely grazing hers, “nothing is ruined between us.” He kissed her tenderly then. His lips lingered on hers.

He pulled away just enough to speak.“Sometimes, things just aren’t as easy as we want them to be.”

She swallowed roughly. “I just want you to be happy - I want to make you happy.”

He hugged her closer. “But I am happy,” he murmured, pulling her even closer somehow. “You make me happy, even when we’re annoyed with each other.”

She nuzzled against him - her last tears drying at the corners of her eyes.

She barely noticed when the elevator started to move again. It was almost like it had stopped for them, making space for them to talk.

a/n: yea...more angsty but yayyyyy togethernessss...fr i thought this would be smutty

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casssmalefantasy · 3 days ago

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team usa: the series — paige bueckers x oc!

ii. looks that linger— when late nights turn into something more. something quieter. charged. the lines between teammates blur, and maybe it’s not just friendship anymore.

s: ivy’s watching more closely now. she doesn’t mean to, but paige laughs a little too hard at someone else’s joke and it stings. across the space between them, paige leans on azzi for clarity, for cover, for a way to make sense of the feelings she’s not ready to name. they’re both waiting—both wondering if the other feels it too.

w: slow burn tension, jealousy, emotional confusion, language, soft flirtation, late night thoughts, and avoidance.

word count: 2.8K

last part | part two of “looks that linger”

part one of: “looks that linger”

ivy’s pov

the weeks between training and then actual practices blurred together—long days, late nights, and everything in between.

me and paige? we found a rhythm.

sometimes i’d wake up and she’d already be up, stretching by the window in a hoodie and shorts, headphones in, mouthing the lyrics to a drake song.

i pretended not to watch her some mornings. but i did.

other times, she'd toss me a protein bar before practice without saying a word. like she already knew i skipped breakfast.

i started noticing things.

how she tugged on the drawstrings of her hoodie when she was nervous.

how her eyes flicked down to my mouth when i spoke too long.

how she'd choose the seat next to me even when there were others open.

nothing major.

just enough to drive me insane.

and for some reason, we found comfort within each other too.

there were little things that made me realize i liked being around her more than anyone else here.

sharing headphones on the bus.

ordering late night meals and snacks after practice.

laying in the dark and hearing her voice, sleepy and raw, telling me about pressure and expectations and how badly she wants to be great.

flashback. a week ago. after lights out.

we were laid out on top of the covers, legs stretched across the hotel bed, half-whispering like we were scared someone would hear us through the walls.

paige stared at the ceiling. "sometimes it feels like everyone’s already decided what i’m supposed to be.”

i turned toward her. “what do you mean?”

"like... uconn. wnba. gold medals. it’s like there’s already a plan for me that i didn’t even get to write,” she said, voice low. “don’t get me wrong—i want it. all of it. i just wish people knew how heavy it is sometimes.”

i didn’t say anything for a second.

“so uconn’s the move?” i asked softly.

she nodded. “yeah. i already committed. it’s been the goal forever.”

"that’s big.”

she glanced at me. “what about you?”

i sighed, tucking a hand under my head. “i’ve gotten offers, but… i don’t know. i wanna go somewhere that fits me. somewhere i can actually grow. i’ve been thinking about it a lot.”

she nodded. “makes sense.”

“your pressure comes from everyone else,” i said. “mine’s more... internal. i didn’t grow up with a highlight reel. i only started getting noticed this year.”

"yeah, but you belong here. you’re good. really good.”

i smiled a little at the ceiling. “thanks.”

she rolled her head toward me. “i mean it. and wherever you end up—they’re lucky to have you.”

we were quiet for a beat. just the hum of the ac and our breathing.

“i just wanna make the right choice,” i said finally.

“me too.”

and maybe we weren’t just talking about schools anymore.

end of flashback.

—

“you talk more than i thought you would,” she said one night after practice, propped up on her elbow, watching me like i was a secret she wanted to figure out.

i hesitated, eyes on the ceiling.

"i don't usually. not like this."

"why now?" she asked, voice low.

i turned toward her, only seeing her silhouette in the dark.

"maybe it's 'cause you listen like it matters."

“maybe you’re easy to talk to,” i answered, not even thinking.

she was quiet for a second before whispering, “i feel the same way..”

it was like that. easy. natural.

but too natural for me to figure out what it meant.

we kept winning scrimmages. coaches kept praising both of us. we we already 3-0 in tournament so far.

but then things started to change.

the bus rides got quieter. not in a bad way. just... different.

paige stopped sitting next to me one morning. sat with azzi instead.

it wasn't on purpose, but it happened again the next ride. and the one after.

i told myself not to care. but part of me kept waiting for her to slide into the seat next to mine again.

she never did.

and then slowly, but shortly she started spending more and more time with azzi too.

i didn’t think anything of it at first. they were both funny. been friends for years. two peas in a pod. i got it. but it started to feel like they were sharing something i wasn’t part of.

and the more i noticed, the more it started to get under my skin.

paige’s pov

i stopped sitting next to ivy one morning.

no real reason. just… got on the bus and slid into the seat beside azzi instead. thought maybe she wouldn’t notice. or maybe she would. part of me hoped she wouldn’t.

i told myself it wasn’t a big deal. but then i did it again the next ride. and the one after that. and the one after that.

not because i didn’t want to sit with her.

but because i did.

and that was the problem.

ivy was getting noticed—not just by the coaches, but by everyone. teammates, media, the girls we played against. she was locked in. sharp. funny, too. and confident in this quiet way that made me forget what to say sometimes.

and when you start forgetting what to say around someone?

yeah.

that’s when you know.

so i avoided it. leaned on azzi instead. sat with her. kept my eyes ahead. tried not to look back when i heard ivy laugh from a few seats behind.

and it worked for like… five seconds.

—

we were in the hotel lobby waiting on extra room keys when azzi leaned over. “so. we’re doing the ‘avoid the girl i like’ routine now, huh?”

i blinked. “what are you talking about?”

she raised an eyebrow. “paige.”

“what?”

“you haven’t sat next to ivy in days and don’t act like you haven’t been glancing back every time she gets on the bus.”

i stayed quiet.

“just admit it,” she grinned.

i sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. “i don’t know what’s happening. i just… i like her, okay? i didn’t mean to, but it’s like—suddenly, everything she does is in slow motion and now i don’t know how to act.”

“aw,” azzi smirked. “little paige bueckers caught feelings.”

“shut the fuck up.” i say jokingly

“i told you this would happen,” she said, way too proud of herself. “she’s cool. talented. cute. literally perfect banter material for you. i called it day one.”

i rolled my eyes, but i couldn’t fight the smile pulling at my mouth.

“it’s not that simple.”

“it is, actually,” she said. “you like her. she likes you. you’re both dumb about it. classic.”

i laughed a little. “thanks for the support.”

“and we don’t know if she likes me az.” i said seriously.

“anytime. also, she definitely noticed you��ve been sitting with me instead.”

“great.”

“so… what are you gonna do about it?” azzi asks.

i looked across the lobby, just in time to see ivy glance my way and then quickly look back down at her phone.

my stomach flipped.

“…figure it out,” i mumbled.

azzi just grinned. “good plan.”

✦ ✦ ✦

a few few days later

ivy’s pov

we were all crammed into the back room of a steakhouse the coaches picked for team dinner. i picked at my fries while the rest of the team buzzed around me. paige slid into the seat across the table—next to azzi. of course. i didn’t look over, but i could hear them laughing about something. the sound hit me like a brick.

“you and paige good?” someone asked beside me.

i blinked and turned to see jordan, the freshman guard, watching me like she knew something. “what?”

“i dunno.” jordan shrugged, chewing her straw. “you guys seemed tight for a minute. now you barely talk during practice. or like, at all.”

i forced a laugh. “maybe we just spend too much time together at the hotel. got sick of each other.”

“honestly,” jordan grinned, “that tracks. paige is paige. i don’t know how anyone can be around her that long without losing it.”

i laughed again, but it was thin. i looked down at my plate, my voice quiet. “yeah.”

my stomach twisted again, same way it had in the lobby earlier that week when paige looked at me like she didn’t know me anymore.

across the table, paige leaned into azzi’s shoulder, cracking up at something, and my chest tightened. i knew it wasn’t fair—i knew that—but it still felt like something was slipping out of my hands.

maybe i should talk to paige. ask what changed. or maybe… maybe i should just wait and see if she ever came to me. either way, it sucked.

paige’s pov

i was mid-story about our coach’s tragic karaoke performance when azzi elbowed me. “you still haven’t talked to her, huh?”

i blinked. “what?”

“ivy,” azzi said. “your roommate. your crush. the girl you have been actively pining for since this team started. ring any bells?”

“you’re so dramatic.”

“i’m so correct.”

i sighed and shoved a fry in my mouth. “i don’t even know if it’s a thing. it’s probably just like… a dumb crush. it’ll pass.”

azzi looked at me like i had two heads. “right. and i’m going to the wnba next week as a center.”

i snorted. “you’d foul out in the first quarter.”

“don’t change the subject.”

i glanced across the table. ivy was laughing at something jordan said, but it didn’t reach her eyes. i’d been trying to give her space—trying to cool down whatever mess was happening inside my chest—but it only made everything worse.

“i don’t know what to say,” i muttered.

azzi raised an eyebrow. “try: ‘hey ivy, i like you and it’s driving me insane.’ see how that goes.”

“yeah, let me not do that.”

but my gaze drifted back to ivy anyway. maybe i was being stupid. maybe this whole cold-shoulder thing was more obvious than i thought. i didn’t mean to make her feel like she did something wrong—i was just scared if i let myself get closer, i’d fall too hard to get back up.

and based on how much it hurt to sit across from her like this, maybe i already had.

author’s note: so i decided to split this into two parts so it wouldn’t be super long. don’t worry tho cause both parts are out right now. but feelings are sparking???

#paige bueckers #uconn wbb #uconn huskies #ncaa women’s basketball #paige bueckers x reader #azzi fudd #paige bueckers smut #paige bueckers x oc #caitlin clark #paige bueckers x black!reader #wlw relationship #friends to lovers

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haikyu-mp4 · 15 hours ago

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Husband material – Futakuchi x reader wc 783 – gn!reader requested by @cottonlemonade for A blast from the past, workplace romance edition<3

It was almost concerning how amazing your husband was at lying. You trusted that he didn’t lie much to you, but you distracted yourself with doubt as you watched him talk to your coworkers about his lack of dating life despite the wedding certificate in your nightstand drawer at home.

After being hired as manager for the energy company Futakuchi worked at, you fell victim to his charms. Over the first year of working together, he had snuck his way into your heart. In the second year, you tiptoed on the line of partners, and now, four years later, you were happily married. However, you never got around to clearing it with your workplace.

Usually, it was fine. You could focus on your job and save the pleasantries for when you met back home. Keeping it a secret was ideal for focusing on your jobs, actually.

This mindset was not helping you right now, sitting across from your secret husband on a company outing to the closest bar. Two beers in, you were already feeling the buzz, both from the alcohol and the electric looks your husband sent you.

“Y/n! You’re always so private; who do you go home to after managing us troublemakers all day?” one of the older workers asked, meaning well but catching you off guard. You pursed your lips, glancing at Futakuchi before clearing your throat and looking down at the table.

“I’m not seeing anyone,” you managed to say, hoping they’d leave it at that.

“No one?!” another coworker piped in.

You only shook your head in response.

“Say less, I’m sure there’s some handsome man – or woman – around here we could hook you up with.” The first guy started glancing around the bar while you looked at him like a deer in headlights, shaking your head frantically.

However, you didn’t even get to say anything before someone else did. “No way,” Futakuchi scoffed.

All the attention was suddenly on him. “Sounds to me like someone’s jealous,” the woman beside Futakuchi teased. You covered your mouth, trying to hide your smile at how the tables had turned.

“Futakuchi is single, maybe your dream guy is sitting right in front of you.”

“Maybe,” you agreed, sipping your drink and avoiding your husband’s eyes, which were staring you down. “He’s such a free spirit, though; I don’t know if he’s husband material.”

Now that the lie was more or less handed to you, it was much easier to play along. You could just voice the very real thoughts you had before marrying him.

“Yeah, it’s all trouble dating coworkers. Don’t bother, y/n.” You chuckled your way out of the situation, taking a deep breath when the topic finally moved on from you and Futakuchi’s love lives. Or any love lives for that matter.

Everything seemed fine until you finally focused back on Futakuchi, noticing that he was kind of pouty. You carefully kicked his shin under the table to get his attention.

However, he just squinted your way and huffed, returning to whatever conversation he pretended to be part of.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” you excused yourself, getting up and trying not to wobble as you made your way towards the bathrooms like you said you would.

You waited around the corner for just about two minutes until your husband followed, letting out a sound of surprise when he bumped right into you. He leaned his hands on the wall on each side of your head, seemingly also steadying himself a little, before moving one hand to stroke your cheek.

“Not husband material, huh? That’s not what you said last night, sweetheart.” Futakuchi could take a joke, but maybe he wished he could be a little more public about how much he loved you.

Flustered, you looked to the side, but his hand brought you right back.

“No, don’t look away now. You were so confident earlier.” He leaned in to trail kisses from behind your ear down to your neck, feeling your pulse under your skin as you considered how someone from your table could walk in at any moment.

“Babe, we should go back.”

“What if we tell them?” he suddenly suggested, tip of his nose almost touching yours. “Now that they’re all drunk anyways.”

“You’re drunk too, Ken.” You brushed a hand through his slightly sweaty bangs. “Let’s do it more rationally, yeah?”

He sighed but nodded, forehead finding yours to ground himself for a second before pushing off the wall. “Okay, then we’ll tell them tomorrow.”

“W-what?” you stuttered, but he just winked at you before going back to the table.

Oh well, it had to come out at some point.

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kioflerkira · 1 day ago

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Hello may I have a Percy Jackson x reader when the reader unclaimed (ppl think she is cabin 6) but established with Percy she train with him. And they began to flirt with each other. Percy had taught her how to fight long time ago so he is happy with her amelioration. PLEASE IF YOU WANT TO 😻🥹

“ UNCLAIMED ”

pairing: p.jackson x unclaimed!reader warnings: mild cussing, flirting, light angst ?? genre: romance, humor, fluff summary: you’re the only unclaimed camper left, unofficially part of cabin six, training alongside demigods who know exactly who they are. but you ? you’re just trying to survive—and maybe impress the boy who taught you how to fight.

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YOU WERE THE ONLY unclaimed camper still left after two years.

two whole years.

you’d trained, bled, sweated, survived—and still the gods hadn’t bothered to claim you. not even a half-assed shimmer of light or a holographic symbol over your head. nothing. nada. zilch.

cabin six— the athena kids —unofficially adopted you out of pure logic. they claimed you had the “intellectual discipline of a daughter of wisdom” or whatever. probably because you didn’t try to eat your sword and knew how to read.

you didn’t really care. not at first.

but lately ? it started to gnaw at you.

especially when everyone else knew who they were. what they were. where they belonged.

except you.

well, you and percy jackson.

“I didn’t know who my godly parent was either,” he told you once, back when you first arrived and looked like a feral stray behind the big house, clutching a plastic spoon like a weapon. “but we don’t need gods to tell us we’re worth something.”

you stared at him. then promptly passed out from dehydration.

he’s been training with you ever since.

and by “training,” you mean: throwing you in the lake, blocking your sword strikes with dumb grins, and making really, really bad jokes.

like, offensively bad.

“my sword’s name is riptide,” he told you once.

you deadpanned, “i’m gonna name mine tsunami so she can beat yours.”

he had the audacity to look impressed.

you hated how cute he looked when he smiled.

⸻

now, two summers later, you’re in the training arena.

sweaty. sore. swearing at your sword. and percy is grinning at you like a mentor who just watched you unlock a new ability in a video game.

“yo.” he raises his brows. “you’ve gotten good !”

you roll your eyes and wipe your forehead with your sleeve. “about damn time.”

“I mean, you used to swing like you were trying to kill a mosquito with a shovel.”

“I will stab you, jackson.”

“hot.”

you pause.

he pauses.

“.. was that out loud ?” he asks, blinking.

you squint at him. “are you flirting with me or stroking out ?”

“I mean— yes ?” He scratches the back of his neck. “you have been looking real sword-wife material lately.”

you snort. “that’s the nerdiest thing anyone’s ever said to me, and I’ve been adopted by the athena cabin.”

percy grins wider, clearly unfazed. “so what you’re saying is .. i’ve got a shot.”

you blink at him. he’s serious. you can tell because he’s not wiggling his eyebrows or making fish jokes.

you look away and try to focus on the dummy you just sliced in half.

“.. maybe,” you mutter.

we makes a triumphant noise like he just won the olympics and you immediately regret giving him an inch.

“wait,” he says, stepping closer. “say that again. slower.”

“don’t push your luck, seaweed brain.”

his smile only gets bigger. “you like me.”

“I will throw you into the strawberry fields.”

“you like me and you’re blushing !”

“i’m sunburnt.”

“it’s cloudy.”

“fuck you,” you mutter, but there’s no heat in it. your lips twitch.

“you promise?” he grins.

you elbow him in the ribs.

He wheezes.

gods, you liked this idiot wayy too much.

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later, you’re both sitting by the canoe lake, feet dangling off the dock.

he tosses pebbles into the water like it’s some deep philosophical thing. you’re trying not to stare at the way his hair stick to his forehead or how the light hits his sea-glass eyes or how he keeps glancing at you like he’s waiting for something.

“still mad no god claimed you ?” he asks quietly.

you shrug. “sometimes. mot because I need the power or whatever. just .. I wanna know who I am.”

percy nods. he gets it.

“you’re a pain in my neck,” he says lightly.

you roll your eyes.

“but you’re also brave. strong. smart. and the only person who’s ever blocked my trident strike without being scared out of their skin.”

you snort. “you make it sound so romantic.”

he bumps his shoulder against yours. “i’m serious. whether you get claimed or not, you already belong here. you belong with us. with— me.”

you look at him. but this time he’s not smiling.

it’s not a joke.

it’s not a flirt.

you lean your head on his shoulder, heart thudding stupidly loud.

he sighs in relief like he’s been holding his breath for months.

“.. i’m gonna take that as a yes,” he mumbles.

you smile.

“shut up, jackson.”

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a/u: this is lowk cringy cuz i wrote it yesterday while i was half asleep SORRY 😵‍💫

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Let's talk about the clock keepers!

With the last chapter (124), we have a lot of new things to look at and mostly, a lot of new questions. So let's look at what we know about them for now!

N°1's rumor shows right away what they are capable of. Putting even more emphasis on it and what they really do in the festival arc.

The owls eat away the time of whoever entered the boundary and wasn't allowed to. And the dolls Kako creates would answer the question of 'what happens to the souls after the body is destroyed' . (Knowing that Mirai can destroy the souls and bodies, so the Owls are probably not that powerful.) It's a cruel and awful price to pay, but not that surprising from the supernatural's perspective. Knowing the skate was 'a human who wanna play god and control time'.

What they are doing is also literally written in their titles, they are described as 'Time guardians, representatives of the Past, the Present and the Future', they are called clock keepers because they are protecting the clock that controls time within the school, act and punish according to it.

But with this chapter showing them in a really grim light, it’s pretty hard to see how they can be described as ‘good’ guardians.

The last chapter is really showing the danger Nene is facing. Showing the boundary as a cold place with all the things the clock keepers have been hiding. To show all the risks she is taking to go back to her friends knowing fully what could happen to her. If she tries to change the past, the clock keepers may change her into a mechanical doll wandering aimlessly in their cold boundary.

AidaIro have been trying a lot to show how wrong and dangerous they were in this arc. We saw them through a lot of character’s pov, and all of them have been treating them as the biggest threat like Akane described them in chapter 108.

Nene sees how horrible their methods are, everything is pointing at them for being cruel. They will maybe even not listen to her because she seems to have broken the representative of the present’s watch and Akane is nowhere to be seen.

Do they just punish anyone that seems to get too close to their powers? Humans mostly? Since the clock keeper of the present is a human too, does it mean they are affected by this?

The only reason for this would be if they gain something out of it. Would it mean the dolls have a bigger use than just filling the boundary. But what for? A soul? A body? A kind of sacrifice?

But it would be insanely hypocritical of Kako to do this, showing his clear disagreement about the pit god's situation and Hanako’s choice to not do anything when the school is in in danger.

It’s not impossible, but only if the representative of the present breaks those rules they would suffer the same consequences as a normal human, they clearly have ‘autorisations’ over anyone else.

And I also think it makes sense for a human to be part of this mystery.

Let's look at what happened when they decided to rewind time too.

We just can’t decide which timeline is the worst. On one hand we have a muderous curse, and on the other hand, we have a whole school being 'killed' in record time, the students are being turned into supernatural beings and even if they can turn back they are still attacking other students and people present for the festival. The school is even more crowded than usual, the number of victims at the end of the day will be pretty horrible in both timelines. I am not surprised the clock keepers decided to act.

Changing a whole timeline is a huge deal, we even know that all of the Mysteries have limitations, prices to pay to be powerful.

Shijima can’t stop drawing even if she wants to, Tsuchigomi has the power to know but is not allowed to act on anything, Hakubo can bring things back to life but also kills everything he touches, and the Clock keepers have mechanical/broken bodies.

It may be the price they pay for their powers, Mirai seems in better shape than Kako too. The latter has to keep his mask on to hide his fake eyes. And they are dolls, the things they create to punish people. They can use their power to change the course of events but then have to go to sleep for a really long time, here for around 50 years, and just hope that what they did was the right choice. Kako’s role is one of ‘control’ over a lot of things, so not being able to do anything and not have any relevance for a long time is a big risk and price. Even more knowing a supernatural needs their rumor to continue to spread around to exist.

N°1 have a human in their team because they can break the ‘curse’ of their power. If Kako and Mirai can’t see anything and are forced to sleep to change the past, the clock keepers may use a human because they can observe what is happening in the living world, so they can observe the present. Akane was left to be the eyes for the clock keepers in the new present like he is already in the original timeline. He reports things that seem suspicious to Kako. Kako said it in his second appearance, their role is to observe at first, they take actions if they deem it necessary.

Another thing to have in mind is that the clock keepers have also been kind of an exception since the beginning of the manga. They are the only mysteries to have ‘split powers’ in three, and several representatives. They are clearly important for the mysteries, being named number one and the oldest. Most of them show up to a meeting when they don’t when Hanako, the leader, calls for one. N°1 also don't fear to put their 'boss' on a trial.

They have respect from the mysteries, but also from exorcists. None of the characters want to take action against them in a big part of the manga despite having caused a real mess across the school. Tsuchigomori’s yorishiro was taken for no real reasons than Hanako's plan, and Shijima '’only'’’ trapped 2 students in her painting for example.

Teru always talks about the clock keepers like they are above the others too. He lets them have a pass on a lot of things and they are the only mystery he was willing to ask for help, probably mostly because a human is among them. But if the clock keepers always had such insane techniques to recruit a human (pretending to kill students (cf:chap 25 with Aoi)), it’s strange that no exorcist has done anything against that. Teru threatened to get rid of other mysteries, like Hanako even when he is the leader. Even after saying how much he hates the timeline and being 'controlled' by them, he never actually mention getting rid of them after or regretting not doing it sooner. It's considered a problem for Akane for him, he is only ''vexed'' to work with them and he even advised Akane to be careful about the yorishiro to be able to use their power.

We can point out that the inactions of the Minamotos clan may be because the mysteries are the real ‘pillars and yorishiros of the gods (Kami)’. Kako is the one who confirms that they are proxies of the gods , so close to deities. The mysteries’ yorishiros being clearly seals to a bigger danger (probably the pit god) But I still think the clock keepers have had a pass for the thing they did when others didn’t. Only two yorishiro were destroyed when they messed with the students' time.

The broadcasting club strengthened their methods with each new mystery and they had to use an old mystery power to do only a distraction for n°1 with their usual use of Hanako and Nene, knowing that they are really cautious supernatural. They went right away for their weak link, the mortal one, and they are the last mystery they want to take out before the most powerful one (Mitsuba not even being considered as one) It's also the time where they finally use Natsuhiko's curse. A curse that can take out Mitsuba down immediately. They were rarely as pro active to go against a Mystery in terms of power.

The moment being ‘now’ is also something to note. The clock keeper's powers may be more ‘fragile’ and/or powerful during this time, since the three days-ish of the festival are the time limit for people to forget if they ever rewinded time. The days before and during the festival are also the moment where the school time is the most unstable. Maybe they can do something that drastic only at this time, but it’s also the period where they are the most ‘weakened’ hence why the broadcasting club may have chosen this precise moment to act on them, Natsuhiko taking contact with Akane only when the preparations of the festival started. I would say that they can’t change the timeline when they want, a power like this may need a pretty big limit.

The whole school being infested and killing students, their big clock being threatened, the boundaries between the supernaturals and humans nearly don’t exist anymore, the ‘enemy have gone this far’ with the curse on the school etc... The solution was to get rid of the root as Kako said. Because only rewinding time for the day wouldn't have been enough. I also think they didn’t mind what Shinigami did in the previous arc if it set things right. Kako even admits that Hakubo has extremes measures but doesn't stop him. It's not that surprising when you see what has been happening in the manga. They are “judges” after all and condemn things as they think it’s better to do.

Number 6's story being the last arc before the one of the clock keepers, was full of insane and drastic measures from a lot of characters. The story has more skates, it's normal for its progression. The more we go into the manga, the bigger the punitions are too. They lost everyone to the severance in the previous arc but they could get back because they weren't 'dead'. Now they don't exist as 'themselves' anymore, they have to literally change time to go back to their statu go. The clock keepers have been in the manga since nearly 100 chapters, it's great their story and the way they are handling things are awful to the characters. It doesn't mean they are right, but it's logical in term of story telling.

And now this is more of a personal preference, but I truly believe making a supernatural, especially a mystery, truly 'evil' now would go against the themes of this manga. None of the mysteries are shown through an ‘only evil lens’. Obviously they all take drastic measures that are awful to the livings half of the time, their morals and comprehension of life and death are way different than humans, it’s not even comparable. But the story always reminds us they do this for a reason, at least to them. Showing the clock keepers going 'oh yes we have been sacrificing people only to keep our power/be more powerful and nothing else' would be pretty strange in my opinion.

Hakubo was only doing his job this whole time, being more a servant/slave unable to take decision on his own, Hanako has done of what he did out of love, Shijima tried to kill Mei only because she thoughts she was hurting her by existing, Yako wanted to see the only person she ever cared about and who teached her everything, etc

All rumors have a part of truths and lies in them we are missing a lot of informations here.

That would break the whole point of the mysteries and the fact we as readers try to empathize or at least have a perspective on why they do this. Even the God pit wasn't shown only as an evil entity when it has been eating dozens of people. And we could even argue that it tries to do the right thing from its pov by wanting to bring 'happiness' since humans asked for it, all of it is also being amplified by rumors. The villagers thought that to keep the pit god calm they had to sacrifice young girls, but it was also to ask for wishes, like 'happiness'. And the god pit answered.

This is more of a stretch now but Kako being so extreme in his rules and choices may be because he is the one who already saw. He is the oldest supernatural they introduce in the manga, he is maybe even older than the god pit. He doesn’t even hesitate to say what It is to Akane, he seems to be the only one knowing that Tsukasa and him have merged. (w/o Tsuchi probablybut too many rules forces him to stay inactive/silent) What kind of perspectives are we missing?

Going this extreme must be for a reason that we don't have for now. We don't know how many times they rewinded time, we don't know what happened to them.

And especially we don't know why they had to leave their city and country. Why did they have to go into a foreign land, keeping only the memory of an endless snow day spent next to the chimney with sweets and tea as the representation of what they can call home. It is also shown that the clock keepers, compared to other mysteries, spend a lot of time in the innermost reach boundary. Akane has clearly been there several times. And it's so personal too, they have their house here. We see that Tsuchi spends more ’casual/mundane’ time in the school than his boundary, Yako’s innermost reach is the start of the staircase where Misaki died, Hakubo's could only be described as 'the awful village Sumire was from' and Shijima's was Mei's dream. These last two mysteries never went into them before Nene appeared. Everything they still do and cook is filled with their previous life/home, and it's always shown in a reassuring light. I think there definitely will be a story around this, and I hope we will see how it's important to their roles, and their powers.

Their yorishiro is a key to the big clock to control time,something that exists for them only because they are a mystery. But it also seems to lead to an ever more ‘secret’ part of the boundary. I have no idea what it means for them, but fire and comfort are always here in all their ‘most important places’.

It's too easy for now, to judge them and only categorize them as evil. Yes it's insane what they do, and not right to any other characters. But it's also not that drastic when you know the consequences of altering Time and what already happened in the manga previously, the two ideas can coexist.

The clock keepers are not an exception among the mysteries in terms of personnalities, they have traits all of them have.

They represent Judgment, or at least think they represent it. All mysteries are arrogant, the one being the most neutral about it being Hakubo, he's just doing his job and knows his capacities. But the clock keepers? They really are, probably the ones with the biggest ego. Kako is arrogant enough to not even care and take his time when danger arises because he knows he has time on his side. His introduction actually already shows this side, his first appearance showing he came late because what's the point of being on time when you literally control it. Nothing is a problem when you can just go back in time like it never happened.

Mirai may not go with the definition of arrogance at first glance, but she definitely shows it in a different way. The world is her playground, she is kept in the clock keeper's boundary because she can't help herself but use her powers and turn the whole school into a retirement home. Whenever she fights she has a big smile on her face and she is seen laughing a lot at people following her, acting like a child whenever she doesn't get her way. I think their arrogance is the main point of their story. They are awful because of it.

It's no wonder Akane is in the clock keepers , the idea to judge someone forever and stick to it is something really strong for them too. Kako has been stuck on Hanako's first introduction to him not even wanting to see him again for a really long time, just because he said ONE thing and Kako made his whole view about it, even bringing it back in a trial. They make their views on something and just stick to it forever. It’s not that surprising to see they go this far for people who try to control time, because they think they are right.

Once again, it’s easy to see what’s wrong with them but they are not only shown as evil supernaturals since the beginning of the manga.

They are always shown as duty centered and described as stern and strict supernaturals. Kako doesn't hesitate to turn back time because it's Mirai who wrecked the school. So it's only fair 'because it's one of our own who did it, it's normal for me to fix it'. He works by the rules since his introductions in his manga, he is the most strict mystery and the one being the most bothered by what is happening in the school because it is ‘Their sworn duty to protect the school’.

And they are just once again, as a lot of mysteries, taking their roles to an extreme for humans' standard. Kako's problem is that he is TOO serious, he knows his role, he knows how powerful they are, he knows his duty and he will make sure to do it. Even if his methods are awful. And I personally think that's what their arc, the next chapters, will be about.

That they were wrong and that it cost the lives of a lot of people and that especially Akane was a victim of it too.

Putting them as only ‘cold blooded and evil’ characters is also not fair when there are a lot of little interactions that at least shows that they care about human lives and the school to some extent and Akane. Mirai literally took a blow for him. After getting destroyed, the first thing she does when she wakes up, is checking if he is alright and asking to be praised, she doesn't check anything else only making sure he is okay because she knows Kako can physically fix her. And we know that Kako can rewind Akane’s time, but he maybe would remember what happened, which means Mirai took the blow to avoid him to feel the pain of being stabbed. This wasn't even scripted since Akane planned for Mirai to escape. She acts like a kid more whenever he is around and wears the name he gave her like a badge, clearly having fun with him. She is absolutely shocked when he orders her to never take a blow for him ever again, saying she is a child rather than a beast/monster like he does in all previous chapters.

Kako forces Akane to have tea with them because he wants to congratulate him on a job done well. He is a bitch about it and is shocked because ‘what do you mean someone said no to him?’ and he uses his power to force him, but it’s a classic supernatural move, he does this because he can’t fathom that Akane would say no when they baked cakes specifically for him, it’s just another representation of his ego. Akane even admits that Kako listens to him at some point. If Teru wanted to ask for their help is also because they seem ‘'’reasonable’'’ supernaturals.

Akane has gone through a development in the manga that makes him question A LOT of what he knows, sees and assumes, that's his whole role. In the last chapters it is shown that Akane has a hard time to pinpoint exactly how he feels really about the clock keepers because he knows what their real role is, they are 'protecting' and that's something he can understand. But he hates the way they work. He says it throughout the whole series, but what can he do? He is literally just a random human boy among god powered beings. And it's no wonder Akane is also one of the only half supernatural.

Their whole thing is 'being humbled' by humans in this series.

And it's easy to say that humans are only victims in all the supernatural stories. They need to realize how much their actions and consequences are a part of the supernatural world. Supernaturals especially the mysteries, are bound by duties and rumors, they have to respect rules for the humans if they want to be part of their world, things happen because rumors were written, supernaturals start existing because of humans, the god pit became so powerful because humans made sacrifices asking for wishes. I kinda hope that Human’s greediness will be addressed, they are far more powerful than they think they are in the grand scheme of things.

And it’s even more obvious when we see that all mysteries have a human and their death linked to their yorishiro. Which is also why I think there is more behind the clock keepers’ backstory, we know nothing of it and it will give us a new insight at what is happening. What happened to make them feel so much that they now go to all those extremes to respect their sworn duties as mystery n°1? I think they are arrogant and need to be put in place for what they are doing but I don’t think they are as greedy as a lot of fans are saying. I have so many questions and I hope we will have some answers soon.

We are missing information on so many things, why was Amane trying to get the clock moving too? He wanted to change time probably, but it’s not as simple as trying to move a 'magical' clock. Was his fate a consequence of this at some point? If Kako already knew Tsukasa had the god pit in him why not do anything sooner (Tsukasa became a real threat recently though, since he was locked in Hanako’s boundary probably and the clock keepers waited to be active)

So many things can’t be answered for now and it’s blurry on so many parts so it’s easy to make speculations, but once again I think the important thing here is ‘nuance’. Not all humans are ‘only nice’ and the supernaturals aren’t ‘only evil’, otherwise AidaIro won’t have any story to tell. And unfortunately I think it's a thing that has been clearly lacking in the writing of the recent arcs and the consequences of rushing storylines.

I am really scared for the next chapters but I also can’t wait for the clock keepers’ story to finally be shown!

#toilet bound hanako kun #biggest shoutout to Mari who helped me through this #tysm for helping me and listening yay #tbhk #jshk #jibaku shounen hanako kun #jibaku shonen hanako kun #yugi amane #shijima mei #aoi akane #akane sumire #the three clock keepers #hakubo tbhk #mirai tbhk #kako tbhk #tsuchigomori #yako #mitsuba sousuke #this is really messy on some part but I needed this out of my system for the next chapter #this is mostly 'lots of random stuff I think on the clock keepers bc i love them'#and also to give another pov on this whole thing #bc I mostly saw people dunking on them when I think it's more complicated than that #this is for the three N°1 fan out there #including me #I have missed stuff it's sure djsds #will probably edit tomorrow but it's late af #i don't think it is impossible for Aidaqiro to make them bug bad evil tbh #I just think it would suck lol #I didn't mention the cat much bc it would have been too long but yes the clock keepers suck but they are not only that #look at my clown self being destroyed tomorrow I have absolutely no hope left for the mysteries tbh

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yourislandgirl · 2 days ago

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*:ꔫ:*ₓₒ WHAT WAS LEFT UNSAID ˚ ༘♡ੈ✩ || 박성훈 x fem!reader || drabble

— KISS ME, DON’T SAY NO series

summary: being in a relationship with sunghoon was nothing short of absolute splendour, the love between you both was undeniable, and yet you find yourself curious to know where sunghoon’s love began, and what he did about it

genres: fluff, romance, non-idol!sunghoon x non-idol!reader, est. relationship, ft. tiny cameos of ive’s liz and rei

warnings: attempts at humour, sickeningly sweet and lovesick sunghoon, lowkey tsundere (shocking to no one) but it makes it a tinge angsty, mentions weed like one (1) time

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You were curious. So undeniably curious. It was all you could think about on the drive home from the café.

You’d spent the afternoon squished in a booth meant for two people, except there were three of you. Your college roommates, Liz and Rei, had sat on either side as three spoons dug into a large caramel sundae whilst you all reminisced on your shared four years of hell aka university.

Eventually the conversation led to relationships and you were introduced to a concept you hadn’t exactly considered before today — what did people do for each other before the relationship had even begun?

There wasn’t exactly concrete parameters for this, but you soon figured out what it meant:

Liz’s boyfriend had paid such close attention to her that without realising, he’d recognised something as inconspicuous as a change in her perfume; “I only ever wear floral scents, that’s all I really like aside from the occasional autumn-y kind, but he still noticed! I literally just switched from a rose scent to a lilac one.” You’d found it quite simple yet sweet, nothing astounding but still a moment of recognition, especially considering how Liz held floral perfumes so closely to her identity. But the depth of her boyfriends actions became clearer when Liz explained how he made a note of every sort of scent she liked and what she kept going back to, and for his first gift he got her the perfect perfume to add to her collection. You didn’t think you could smile any wider as you watched your friend’s glittering eyes while she spoke.

Rei’s girlfriend, on the other hand, was somewhat of a psychological mastermind. Every time they’d pass each other on campus, Rei would receive a little pinkie promise from the girl. For what reason? She did not know. But ultimately, it became their “thing”, and soon enough, Rei felt incomplete in her day if she did not receive that beloved pinkie promise. As you sat beside her in the cafe, Rei took many small moments to hide her face in her hands as she recounted how after they started dating, her girlfriend admitted with her whole chest that the pinkie promises were a deliberate tactic to get Rei thinking about her. “It’s so bad you guys, I can’t pinkie promise anyone else. Ever. Like, they’re all for her now. She’s ruined pinkie promises for me but in the best way!” And Rei then went back to hiding behind her hands.

So now you were stuck in this predicament. As you sat there in your car, stopped at a red light, you recalled the days spent interacting with your boyfriend prior to dating and you wondered to yourself, did Park Sunghoon ever do anything, intentionally or unintentionally, that indicated his feelings for you?

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If memory served you right (and it was unbelievably easy to remember, considering you’d sat your friends down and gone over every interaction you and Sunghoon had ever shared each step of the way) … Well, nothing seemed to stand out to you.

Sunghoon wasn’t a boring person by any means, he was incredibly witty, a wry sort of sarcasm, and then when you got to know him more and he felt more comfortable around you, the louder side of Sunghoon would blossom — the one who thrived off of dad jokes, the one that secretly enjoying being the little spoon, the one that refused to let go of your hand any time you both stepped outside, the one who seemed just as in love with you as you did with him.

So why couldn’t you remember anything?

You carefully parked your car and took the elevator up to your apartment, wondering if you may have done anything preemptively romantic towards Sunghoon. In that regard there was a lot that could be remembered:

There was the tiramisu cupcake that you suggested when you both were studying together in your second year of uni (you heard him mutter something about wanting to try it and snagged the perfect opportunity to connect with the cute guy in your class).

There was your subtle yet not so subtle interest in figure skating which came out of left field, purely because you’d heard that the cute guy in class used to train professionally in the sport.

There were little details about him that you’d pick up and hold close and reminisce about in the late hours of night, when thoughts became velvety and water coloured and meaning made no sense because something like love doesn’t have any meaning, it simply is.

And yet you couldn’t think of a single thing from Sunghoon’s side.

Maybe he was just not that kind of person? Maybe he only said and did and felt things once he was committed to someone? Maybe the build up to a romance isn’t that important… It was hard to convince yourself of that last one. After all, the greatest love stories only mattered because people cared about said build up.

“Whatever,” you muttered to yourself as you got out of the elevator. Walking towards your apartment you started delving through the contents of your bag, looking for your keys whilst trying your hardest to push the curiosity out of your mind. “It’s stupid anyway.”

“What’s stupid?”

You jolt a little, quickly relaxing at the sight of Sunghoon unlocking the door to the apartment. “Oh. Um, nothing.” You smiled somewhat convincingly, promptly rising up on your toes to reach his cheek and kiss him hello.

“Nope,” he swerved just in time to meet your lips with his, pulling you closer with one hand whilst opening the door with the other. He pulled back ever so slightly to mumble something at you "Missed you." His voice was so soft you almost didn't catch what he said before he leaned forward again, gently guiding the two of you inside.

He was dizzying. So effortlessly magnetic. And the warmth of being with him would never get old. But that was exactly why you just had to know.

You pulled away to catch your breath, trailing your hands down his arms as you asked him, "Did you ever do anything, before we started dating, purely because you liked me?"

Sunghoon tilted his head a little, “Like what?”

“I don’t know,” you gave a little shrug, a small smile blooming on your lips as he laced his fingers through yours. “Anything, really. Like Liz’s boyfriend unintentionally memorised her favourite perfumes. And Rei’s girlfriend ruined pinkie promises.”

“I’m sorry, what?” He chuckled softly, helping you out of your jacket and taking off his own before tossing them onto one of your armchairs. “Did you… want me to, uh, ruin pinkie promise?”

You felt your face heat up. “No!” It was hard not to laugh at his gradually confused expressions, the little crease in forehead coupled with his pout made him look extra adorable in your eyes. Reaching for his hand, you guided him towards the couch and you both fell back on it with a sigh.

“I just mean that…” You trailed off, trying to find the words. Softly tracing the lines on his palm, you gave yourself a second before speaking again. “When I first liked you, I wanted to know you. Really know you. I wanted to learn about everything you loved and fall in love with it too.”

Sunghoon nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. “And… You don’t think I did?”

“No! No, no, I just meant that— Well, I tried remembering, ya know? Whether you did anything like Liz and Rei’s partners? And, um, I couldn’t.”

You felt yourself cringe at the end of the sentence. It was hard to explain your thoughts without the grating nausea of hurting the man you love with an assumption that basically summed up to “ I don’t think you love me enough ” Even though you knew that was far from the truth.

Sunghoon frowned a little, his thumb still caressing your fingers, but his eyes moved past you, staring off in the direction of your bedroom.

“Hoon… Listen, I didn’t—”

“It’s okay.” Leaning forward, Sunghoon kissed you ever so gently before getting off the couch. “I need to show you something.”

You didn’t really know what to expect. Maybe it was something cute like a photo of you that he kept in one of his jacket pockets, or maybe he bought something just because you liked it, maybe he actually had said or done something to indicate that he loved you before he’d even told you.

He led you to the bedroom with a hesitant determination — an odd combination where his strides seemed confident but you recognised the signs of growing anxiety with the way he rubbed the back of his neck and kept stealing glances at you. When you both entered, Sunghoon headed for his side of the closet and started rummaging through his bags before finally fishing out his old college backpack.

“I honestly wanted to throw these sometimes, especially before we started dating because, well… What if we didn’t? Then all I’d have are these stupid things.”

You had no idea what he was referring to but you couldn’t bring yourself to interrupt, no matter how deep your curiosity ran. (Plus, it looked like he needed to say something, at least to push himself to show you whatever he was talking about).

He shuffled a little closer to you, biting back a smile that seemed to teeter on embarrassment. “Don’t laugh, I know this seems…odd. But I swear I didn’t know how else to deal it with.”

“Okay,” You laughed nervously, “Now you’re scaring me. What are you talking about?”

Sunghoon reached inside his bag, with its coffee stains and enamel pins (both being curtesy of you) and he pulled out what looked like five letters, bound together by a rubber band.

You gave him a confused expression but took the letters carefully and walked towards the bed, hearing Sunghoon following after you. As you pulled each letter apart, you noticed they were all dated to before the both of you got together.

Finding the earliest one, you turned it over and went to open it before halting. “Can I?”

Sunghoon nodded, “Of course you can”

Carefully pulling out the paper, you unfolded it to read:

I knew I shouldn’t have taken elective Psych … but I did. And here we are.

Professor Yoon said that the unspoken desire is what gets left to fester. And I don’t think I really want this desire right now. I kinda just want to pass classes and go to a party or two. Maybe try some weed? I don’t know just the whole college experience.

So maybe if I get these desires out on a page and then toss them later on, maybe they won’t fester. I should submit this for extra credit. NO WTF AM I SAYING … Anyway

I saw someone today. No, correction, I met someone today. I can’t remember when I first saw her but I’ve been seeing her around ever since first year and holy shit knuckles she is dangerous she’s kinda cute

She’s in my business class. She’s got a smile like literal sunlight She always mumbles to herself when she’s confused or annoyed about something. It’s distracting.

I want to talk to her. Maybe tell her to stop with the mumbling? Yeah. I might do that.

You knew you were smiling — like literal sunlight apparently — but you didn’t want to stop no matter how much your cheeks hurt.

“Are they all like this?” You asked Sunghoon who’d shuffled closer to you as way to hide behind your shoulders inconspicuously.

“Well…”

You giggled and refusing to wait for his response, you went to the next letter. And then the next, and the next. You read through them at a ravaging pace, devouring every word, scoffing at every spot of denial, sighing against Sunghoon as you reread every compliment he gave, noticing how he stopped bothering to cross them out.

Then you finally reached the last letter.

Sunghoon had moved beside you, having started enjoying your reactions, he’d occasionally turned away, burying his face into your shoulder, but for the most part he’d read along with you.

At your hesitation to open the letter, he took it out of your hands and did it for you.

“You’ve gone this far, might as well go all the way.”

You smirked, “Even if it means more embarrassment?”

“Hey, I bagged you didn’t I?” Sunghoon lazily draped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. “I think I win.”

“Uh huh.” His self obsessed tone was nothing short of entertaining, and while you’d normally give in to an opportunity for banter, the letter in his hands was more important.

It was short, a few lines at most, but your heart swelled as you read it:

I think i knew from the first letter, so I might as well admit it. I’m in love with Y/n. And I’m going to do something about it today. So this might be the last letter. I mean, it should be, right?

I know what her and I have is special, so, I should be able to tell my thoughts to her instead of telling it to paper. I should say them to her.

Yeah. I’ve decided. This is the last one.

Anyway, Yoon’s kind of an idiot. Those desires festered one way or another.

If this works out with her I could invite him to the wedding? Actually let’s not

A warmth embraced you as you folded the letter shut. Sunghoon held you closer to his chest, his lips brushing against your hairline.

You whispered, afraid that if you spoke louder you might choke up and cry. “This is what you meant by dealing with it?”

“Mhm.”

Your breathy laughs seemed to ease his tense shoulders and you felt him relax against you.

“Y/n?”

“Hm?” You moved away to look up at him.

His eyes darted across your face before settling on your hands, “I know I’m not great at always saying everything I’m thinking.”

You frowned “No, Sunghoon—”

“I’m not, I know that.” His fingers reached up to the tuck some of your hair away from your face. “But, I need you to know that I loved you like a millennia before I even told you. And even if I left it all unsaid, it doesn’t change that.”

You brushed your nose against his, your heart racing at the way his half lidded gaze was fixated on you. “I know, Sunghoon,” you whispered.

“Good. Because it’s been over thirty minutes since we last kissed and I’m feeling very neglected right now.”

You scoffed, looking away as you nudged his ribs gently. “Needy much?”

His laugh started a flurry in your chest. “Yeah. In need of you. Look at me.”

You willed yourself to turn back, immediately unable to control the sunbeam smile forming on your face. Sunghoon tilted your chin up ever so slightly, his hand sliding up to cup your jaw. The build up was bubbling inside — the need to go and grab something you want so badly and yet you hold off, because you know it’s worth the wait.

You both slowly moved closer, softly feeling the heat of each other’s breath on your cheeks, before Sunghoon finally pushed himself forward, a searing kiss sealing the trepidation.

It was so worth it. And as an added bonus of validation, you were right; the build up matters.

a.n: FINALLY HERE IS THE NEXT INSTALMENT !! i’ve been unbelievably busy, like . seriously.. uni has been beating me up but… i’ve got two weeks of mid sem break (or more like one and a half weeks now) and i plan to do some writing so pls be patient with me 🥲 anyway to whoever’s stuck around with me, i hope you enjoyed this one!! i had fun writing it xx

taglist: @oceanstide — @sheepsgf

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lysitheatheglasscannon · 3 days ago

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So fair warning, I will be critiquing the show here. Please do not read further if you are sensitive or are combative. For these people, I offer you an ox bezoar and wish you a great day. For the people who are interested, please read on:

Does anyone in the Apothecary Diaries fandom NOT like Jinmao, out of curiosity? Or have any criticisms in general of the show? I am curious. There is a reason I am asking. It seems to not be talked about much if there is, as I’ve tried googling and finding related tags on the subject.

This is a show that I heard about quite a bit, and everyone was singing it’s praises. As such, I presumed it must be something extraordinary in its romance genre. I’m not a stranger to slow burn romances. I’ve shared some funny memes and other posts about the show as a way to try to get into it more mentally. I thought maybe I’d like it more if I interacted more with the fandom.

However, I must confess that I find the show as a whole to be a disappointment. In my opinion, it does not do its romance between the two leads well at all. To quickly summarize- Jinmao makes no sense at all. And their “relationship” is problematic. The frog episode that everyone is so giddy over lately is basically sexual assault both ways. She doesn’t seem to want him on top of her, and he doesn’t ask her for her consent or give her an opening to leave that position. And she keeps messing with his “frog” despite knowing full well what it is, that it makes him uncomfortable. These people are not compatible at the least, and toxic at worst.

Maomao does not want a relationship (friendship or romantic.) Jinshi does. Maomao does not care about nor want sex. Jinshi does. Maomao wants to stick her head in the sand and do nothing but play with poisons. Jinshi is someone in authority who cannot give that authority up. He has responsibilities that, should they be together, would fall some on her. Maomao is distant and does not like people in general. Jinshi is a golden retriever who is desperate for any real affection and falls for the first nobody (I do not mean to be rude here) that does not fawn all over him. Why would someone in his position ever give someone like her a romantic or sexual thought? This guy is surrounded by beautiful women and would have some level of societal expectation to marry someone for their beauty, talents, and political leverage. (We can’t use Maomao’s medicinal talents here as a rebuttal, as it’s technically illegal for her to be doing what she is doing. And her dad being who is can’t count either, because Jinshi was obsessed [creepily, I might add] way before her dad showed up.) And finally, Jinshi has sexually harassed Maomao before and never apologized for it. How in heavens name, is this romantic?

I also find the pacing to be odd, and some story points that are dropped with no other mention or explanation. That is something I find to be frustrating. My form of watching entertainment is to dissect and analyze characters and narratives, so to have no explanation for something (even after some time), is frankly infuriating. Small things can be very important. One example in the burns mentioned on a lady’s arm in S1. I forget her name. Jinshi orders his guard guy to find a lady with burns. Much, much later, we do. A lady had been sending secret messages via fireworks for slave trade. But why did she have burns? I rewatched S1 and either missed an answer or maybe it doesn’t exist. My husband didn’t either. She had been doing this for years, it seems. She would be experienced enough to not burn herself. Or are her burns from something else?? What then? Why introduce this mystery as “the lady with the burns” if the burns are not significant? There are other examples, but I don’t feel like typing them out. At times I felt disoriented by the pacing and sometimes confused on the timeline. Even Steins;Gate explained important things well and handled lots of confusing aspects better.

I’m confused that this show is what took off and is so popular. When watching, I found myself comparing it sometimes to another show I enjoyed in the past. One that I think does its pacing and inter-personal relationships much better. I’ve decided to abandon Apothecary Diaries after the frog incident even though I’ve watched well into season 2. My husband and I had been watching it together.

Instead, I had him watch some of Raven of the Inner Palace yesterday. I told him my opinions on both shows and asked him to compare. (He had greatly liked the mystery aspect of Apothecary, but very much disliked Jinshi and Jinmao.) He agreed with me. I even asked him “you’re not just saying that to humor me, correct?” And he said he wasn’t. That the pacing and inter-personal relationships were better in Raven. And as a ship, Raven and the Emperor were a better match and made sense. (Even if they don’t end up together, I love their friendship. I don’t see a genuine friendship between Maomao and Jinshi.) Raven (as I call her) and Maomao are both traumatized teenagers with repressed emotions and with a lack of social cues. But as my husband said: “one feels real and the other falls flat.” I know some people headcannon Maomao as Autistic, but in my experience (as an Autistic person), Maomao does not make me think of her that way. I think either poor writing and/or CPTSD are more to blame for Maomao.

[Side rant] And it’s a bit insulting that yet another “emotionless” character is labeled by a fandom as Autistic as if the Autism Spectrum isn’t a spectrum, and as if Autistic people can’t have and feel emotions too. (We can actually be hyper-empathetic, btw.)

Of course, these are just my feelings and my husband’s feelings on the matter. People have the right to love the show and ship their characters together. My viewpoint is just one of someone who does not “see the vision”, as the cool kids say. And I’m curious if anyone else feels this way. I thank everyone for their time reading, and hope everyone can be civil in our discourse.

#the apothecary diaries #jinshi #maomao

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booniebaby141 · 2 days ago

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Y/N, who gets the 141 into Rupauls Drag Race and they get REALLY invested…

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Y/N likes Rupauls Drag Race and openly watches it in the common room, much to the dismay of the other recruits. They would much rather be watching footie or some rerun of an old action movie for the 50th time, but being one of the strongest, most dangerous members on the 141 had its privileges. One of them being no one DARED fuck with you when you were watching Drag Race, that doesn’t mean they didn’t relentlessly tease you about it at first.

Soap and Gaz tease you the most when they see you snapping your fingers and cheering on the queens like they’re physically in front of you. They hear you in the common room shouting out “Yass queen!” And just HAVE to say something.

Soap: Aye, how come I never get that reaction when I’m in my best duds?

Gaz: Yeah mate, are we not fabulous enough for you in ghillie suits and black eye paint?

Soap: It’s the same steamin bloody face paint, only, tactical… You’d get wasted in a second on the field if you came out looking like that! They’re like exotic birds!

Y/N: I think you boys are missing the point of the show, and drag in general. Besides, I think there’s a difference between doing makeup, and running a stick of black paint over your eyes…

Gaz: There’s a point to it beyond big wigs, drama, and dancing on bar tops?

Ohhhh boy were they about to get a herstory lesson…

Thankfully Soap will listen to literally anything, anyone has to say regarding their interests, no matter how weird or niche. He just wants to know about people and why they ‘are the way they are.’ He was curious as to what you specifically liked about the show. Plus, his ADHD let him soak up information like a sponge.

Gaz, surprisingly took a genuine interest in the history lesson about drag throughout the ages and its significance in each time. Eventually, they both found themselves intrigued and let you explain EVERYTHING. All the way from the Stonewall riots, the history of Rupaul, the Pulse nightclub tragedy, to the current season of Drag Race you were rewatching for the 10th time.

Soap found it fascinating you knew so much about a history that was often not spoken of in military settings for specific reasons. Gaz found it fascinating when he looked over and saw to his surprise, a beautiful queen coming down the runway. She wore metallic blue thigh highs and a bright pink minidress with a bright green top half. The cherry on top was the neon strapping around her neck and chest that lead into a bright pink, faux fur jacket. He was enamoured.

Gaz: What’s her name?

Soap: You do know that’s a dude in a dress right?

He pointed at the screen, getting Soaps attention. He let out a low wolf whistle as the queen sauntered down the runway…

Soap: Fine she’s not that bad, just too serious for me. But aye, what is her name?

Y/N: That would be Shea Couleé…

It didn’t take long for you to get the two hooked. They insisted you start the season over so they could watch from episode one. You agreed, if for nothing else than to finally have someone else watch TV with you. They got into the competition FAST, learning the lingo and the staple challenges (Snatch Game, The Ball, The Makeover, and the Rusicals).

You were about halfway through the season with them when Ghost and Price returned from an Op, exhausted and barely able to make it to their own beds. They both decided to just crash on the common room couches, only to find one of them occupied by you, Gaz, and Soap.

Soap: Aye! You’re back L.T! Just in time for the lipsync.

Ghost: …What?

Gaz: *sighing* How was the Op Sir?

Price: Ughh, not good. Switch over to 23, London’s got a game on.

Soap and Gaz: NO!

Ghost and Price looked at you incredulously before looking to see what you three were watching…

Ghost: Fucking hell…

Price: Tell me you didn’t y/n…

Y/N: Guilty…

Eventually, exhaustion won over and both decided they were too tired to argue and flopped down on the adjacent couch. It started with a few absentminded flickers over to the screen when one of you made a comment, then the occasional “hmm…” or “oh, that’s interesting.” When they too started asking questions, a little smile graced your face and you knew it was only a matter of time before you reeled the other two in…

Ghost was first, finding himself actually enjoying the workroom stories and banter. Some of the queens told stories of their past that reminded him of his own father; abusive, drunk, judgemental, and downright terrifying. He had more in common with some of them than he thought…

One night, Price finds him alone in the common room, catching up on the rest of the season. He chuckled but eventually plopped down and joined him in amusement.

Price: Don’t tell me they’ve got YOU hooked on it too now…

Ghost: It’s actually not that bad Sir, and you can’t deny… They’re crafty, could probably fashion weapons from their own clothing…

Price: Hmmph, you don’t say?

Ghost pointed to his current favourite Queen from the season, noting her intellect and ingenuity.

Ghost: See her? She’s pretty fucking smart, and educated, and doesn’t take fuck all from anybody. They could even make a decent soldier if they weren’t, you know, on the field in a dress.

Price chuckled before finally giving in and asking to be filled in with the details. Ghost insisted he just start from the beginning so Price could be caught up…

It didn’t take much convincing before they had binged the whole season in a single night, joining the rest of you for the finale.

Needless to say, when you, Gaz, and Soap saw the Captain and Lieutenant walk into the common room the next morning with popcorn and whiskey, you knew you had them HOOKED.

Price: Well? What are you waiting for?

Ghost: Put the finale on! I need to see if she wins!

Soap: Aye in your dreams, Peppermint’s gonna slay the house down boots.

Good God Soap was using drag lingo, what monster have you created?

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ALSO, here’s who I think the 141 would be rooting for in the Season 9 finale…

Price 🚬 • Trinity Taylor

Price would definitely be a lover of the pageant queens for their professionalism, poise, and no bullshit attitude; and Trinity was the whole package with a WHOLE lotta ass for Price to admire, before you told him it was plastic… He just called it ‘tactical silicone’ which was about the funniest thing you had heard all week.

Ghost 👻• Sasha Velour

We know this man has taste, cmon. She’s different, he’s different. She’s weird but intelligent, so is he. She looked and spoke of everything with such a unique and educated perspective. He appreciated a queen who could give a narrative through their drag. He beamed when she won and didn’t stop talking about the rose petal wig reveal for at least 2 months after the episode.

Soap 🧼• THE NUMBER ONE QUEEN IS P-E-P-P-E-R, BITCH YOU KNOW THE REST!

Soap is a life of the party guy and Peppermint would definitely be at the top of his guest list. She made him laugh throughout the whole season, kept things light and fun, and her laugh in general was infectious. He said if she doesn’t win the crown, she had BETTER win Miss congeniality… Oh Soap you poor bastard…

Gaz 🧢• Shea Couleé

Do I even need to explain myself? Gaz looked at statistics, and she had the most wins, most consistent performance, and not to mention, she was smoking hot… Gaz has to remind himself occasionally “dude in a dress, dude in a dress, dude in a dress.” Despite that, he doesn’t hesitate to scream out “You better werk!” Everytime she comes down the runway, wagging his finger and everything.

#this is so long and niche i’m sorry lol #also such a weird fandom combination but whatever #john price #captain price #captian john price #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #johnny mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghost #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #gaz #cod #cod mw2 #rupaul's drag race #rupaul #drag queen #drag race

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zylian · 2 days ago

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vod watching the bacon zam talk and realizing they have no idea of why subz did what he did 2 seasons in a row was because of subzs relations with his teammates and the intricate yet heavy responsibility placed on him by them and their adjacent allies

the importance talks with vi and red that no one will ever know about

the way he was demeaned to his pvp therefore having him contorted into becoming only for his pvp which made him able to throw sand in the face of those who reach for him again

the deals he made with vi, his respect towards certain players, his revenge plans that carried seasons over, the way he argued about saving jumper to vi when he wasn’t her teammate, he wasn’t vi’s teammate yet he had to help to prevent her from being spawn killed, the way he was dragged into reds ideals in both seasons from clowns deal to fighting mane to being almost thrown into helping the phantoms

the silencing and blatant ignorance to his opinion, for his skills to be devalued yet he was expected to give

for his only wish to finally be allowed to lose hearts and let himself lose yet every teammate forbade him from it, always wanting him to live

to live with no happiness but to be covered in blood, hunted regardless and opinions placed for him to follow blindly

oh subzs pov is so precious to me even if it’s known through whispers and background tales to others

the way willerhide on lsn vowed to not hurt him even if they were no longer teammates, to allow him to stay there in his base and do nothing with full access to everything and refused to kill him even if it was a joke and had no meaning, the respect he held for him and anger in his voice for the hurt he went through from others

the way that standard he had for others were never appreciated or acknowledged at all until he was on lsn

gawd the lsers won’t know and probably will never know cause the time has passed for them

to be used as a weapon, to be seen as a weapon to those closest and the second he leaves he finds players whos baseline of care is beyond anything anyone else had in words and action

he was hurt and he cared, he cared way too much for his own good that he didn’t even recognize it

he has his legacy written, poured through many seasons with many other players, s6 does not define him, all it did was confirm him being used and than once he left his feelings/motives for his prior actions were questioned

gawd

I’m glad zam clocked the main parts tho, with getting the server to care about spawn even if they didn’t clock the trying to move to the next season part with an unfixable and miserable spawn

oh I mourn sun shield but they only properly exist to me in s4 and that’s where my mind will lay for them with no expectations going forward

I hope he rests well away from the hell it is on the priv server

#zy rambles #zy’s brain won’t shut up #zy is collecting zys thoughts together #zys thinking about sunshield again uh oh

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moonwateraura · 3 days ago

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“Almost”

(Van Palmer x Reader — Pre-Crash Bonfire, Slow Burn, Yearning, Tension)

The woods behind the school were already lit with flickering firelight, the air thick with smoke, pine, cheap beer, and teenage noise. Someone had dragged out a speaker, blasting grungy ‘90s alt-rock. People were shouting over each other, dancing badly, daring each other to do dumb shit.

You were standing near the edge of it all, nursing a soda and quietly people-watching, hoodie sleeves pulled over your hands as your eyes scanned the crowd. You weren’t exactly anti-social—you were just selective. You liked to hang back, observe, and let the chaos unfold in front of you like a movie.

Van saw you the second she got there.

She was in her usual worn-out jeans, an old band tee, her denim jacket slung over her shoulder. She pretended to be looking for someone else, laughing at something Taissa said, but she kept her eyes on you like you were gravity.

You were standing in the firelight, hair catching the glow, looking like something she couldn’t touch.

Van had been trying—so hard—to figure you out. You were always around. You got her jokes. You liked horror movies. You touched her arm when you laughed. You wore her flannel that one time and gave it back smelling like your shampoo and lip balm and whatever actual sunshine would smell like if it was a person. But you never said anything. Never gave her a yes or a no. And Van was spiraling.

So tonight? She was going for it.

She wandered over with her usual cocky grin, thumbs hooked in her pockets. “Hey. You look tragically sober. Want me to spike your drink and make this party tolerable?”

You turned toward her, amused. “You offering me alcohol or attempted murder?”

Van grinned. “Both. Depends on how fun you want your night to be.”

You laughed, and her heart flipped.

“I was hoping you’d come,” you said softly, and Van’s smirk faltered for a split second.

“Yeah?” She tried to recover, leaning a little closer. “What, so you can have someone to make fun of the bad music with?”

You gave her that half-smile that killed her every time. “Something like that.”

She couldn’t tell if you were flirting or just being friendly and it was driving her insane. She leaned closer, head tilted. “So… did you come here alone, or did you bring someone who’ll threaten to fight me for flirting with you all night?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you planning to flirt with me all night?”

Van grinned, bold but so nervous underneath. “I mean, only if you want me to.”

You didn’t answer. Just looked at her for a long second—eyes flicking down to her lips for half a heartbeat—and Van swore she stopped breathing.

“Come with me,” she said suddenly.

You blinked. “What?”

“To the actual fire. You’ve been brooding in the shadows like some misunderstood film noir protagonist.”

You rolled your eyes, but followed her. She didn’t touch you—not yet—but your arms brushed as you walked.

At the fire, people were roasting marshmallows with sticks they clearly ripped off nearby trees. Natalie was talking to Travis with her usual exasperated tone. Taissa waved at you. Misty was… being Misty.

Van watched you talk to the others, always half-turned toward her. She noticed every time you glanced at her, every time your smile lingered longer on her than it did on anyone else. It was subtle, but Van saw it.

When you were alone again, Van cleared her throat. “So, okay. Hypothetical.”

You arched a brow. “Oh boy.”

“If I asked you to go to, say, a movie night. With me. Like, just us. Would that be a thing you’d be into?”

You sipped your drink, clearly stalling. “Like a date?”

Van tried to laugh casually. “I mean, only if you’re into that kinda thing. I can also just sit six feet away from you and throw popcorn whenever something dramatic happens.”

You looked at her again, and she swore the air got heavier. “You don’t know if I’m into girls, do you?”

Van blinked. “I… don’t.” She shoved her hands into her pockets. “It’s not like I haven’t wondered, though. Like, a lot.”

You stared at her for a long second. Then you stepped in closer.

Van’s breath caught.

You were barely a foot apart now, firelight dancing over both your faces.

“You ever stop talking?” you teased softly.

Van swallowed. “If it meant you’d kiss me right now, probably.”

Your lips twitched. Then your hand brushed against hers, slow, deliberate. Her fingers curled around yours like muscle memory. She leaned in—closer, closer—your noses nearly touching, breath mingling, eyes flicking to lips—

“HEY!”

Misty’s voice cut through the moment like a chainsaw.

You stepped back fast, cheeks flushed, and Van nearly groaned out loud.

“Oh my God, what now, Misty?” Van snapped, spinning around.

Misty blinked innocently. “Natalie said to tell you the cops might be doing a drive-by. We should, like, look less drunk.”

Van turned back—but you’d already pulled away, your face unreadable again.

She didn’t try to close the space again. She just stood there, burning in more ways than one.

You glanced at her, gaze softer this time. “You still haven’t asked me officially.”

Van blinked. “What?”

“The date. You said hypothetically.”

Her heart jumped. “Right. Shit. Okay. So—movie night. Just us. Friday?”

You smiled faintly. “I’ll think about it.”

And then you walked away, throwing a look over your shoulder that left Van completely wrecked.

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HI!! First fic but omg the lack of van fics in general is concerning. Let me know if y’all like it!! X.

#van palmer #van palmer fluff #vanessa palmer #yellowjackets #van palmer x reader #x reader #van yellowjackets #wlw #wlw yearning

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trulyfushiguros · 2 days ago

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“Too Late.” PT 2! (sad ending vers.)

After Toji received the text from Shiu, informing him that you were in the hospital because of him, he ran after you.

warnings! emotional distress , cheating , mention of killing (doesn’t actually happen) , profanity , heavy angst

“Toji?”

“I’m at the restaurant, where are you?”

“TOJI!”

9 missed calls.

He saw it. He saw all the notifications from that damned woman he cheated on you with, but he couldn’t care less. All he cared about was you.

The millisecond Toji stepped foot out of the car and onto the hospital parking lot, he ran like his life depended on it. He arrived at the front desk and asked for you, telling the staff you were his wife.

As they led him to your room, he silently begged whatever deity was out there that you were okay. Every step he took closer to your room, his heart panged in his chest like it was trying to escape. He was nervous. Cautious. Desperate. A wave of emotions crashed over him all at once.

“Here it is.”

“Thanks.”

After thanking and waving off the nurse, he peeked into your room just to make sure. Nothing could have prepared him for the sight he was met with.

It was you. Oh, it was you, alright. Laughing it up with a man. And not just any man.

Gojo Satoru.

His sworn enemy… and your ex-boyfriend.

You and Gojo were talking about old times. You enjoyed his presence. You felt safe. Heard. Cared for. Then all of a sudden—

BANG.

You and Gojo turned your heads toward the source of the sound—the door.

And there he was. Toji. Toji fucking Fushiguro.

“Furious” was an understatement. For both of you. You were staring at each other with fire in your eyes. Both demanding answers.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” Toji said, turning his fiery gaze to the blue-eyed man.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Toji?!”

“What? I don’t have the right to see my own wife now?”

“Ex-wife,” you corrected him.

And suddenly—he felt his world stop. The frustration that had built up in him drained. He was hit with flashbacks of his harsh words. His actions. Of course this was bound to happen. He didn’t know why he thought, after everything he’d done, you’d still let him in.

Yet, he wanted a clear answer.

As if you read his mind—

“It’s over, Fushiguro. Gojo will be at the house tomorrow morning to collect all my belongings. You have ownership of the house; you’re free to do whatever you want now. Let that bitch in while you’re at it. Should’ve done that a long time ago instead of toying with me.”

Your voice softened near the end. Toji still heard you.

Silence filled the room.

“Alright,” he replied as he turned his back to you and approached the door. Just before his hand fully opened it, he paused. He turned to face you again.

“Why?… Why him? I mean, you could’ve chosen anyone else. Yet, you chose to twist the knife deeper and chose my mortal enemy.”

Toji swore, if it weren’t for the situation and the fact that you were present, he would’ve killed Gojo right then and there.

“Your mortal enemy happens to be my ex-boyfriend of six years. He was the only one there for me after you chose not to run after me that day.”

His heart panged with regret as his mind took him back to that day.

“Sure, I felt a little guilty for finding comfort in my ex… but then I remembered.” You bit your lip, holding back tears. Gojo gently patted your back, calming you. “I remembered how I felt when I saw your chats. I remembered how you never even attempted to stop me from walking out that door. I remembered how you chose her. You chose her over me. Never in my life have I been hurt more by a man.”

Toji felt his eyes water. He blinked hard, trying to hold it in. Trying being the key word. He knew he was wrong. How could he not?

He silently nodded, finally twisting the door handle and stepping out.

The walk down the hospital hall was the worst. Toji was slowly but surely losing his mind. He was sobbing. Loudly. He didn’t care that everyone was watching him break down while walking. He didn’t care that his phone was still blowing up from that girl he couldn’t care less about anymore. All he cared about was you. But he knew he’d really done it this time.

One day—maybe one day—you’ll cross paths again. Maybe you’ll forgive him. Maybe he’ll really change for the better this time.

That’s all Toji had.

A maybe.

#toji angst #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji x y/n #toji x you #toji zenin #toji x reader #jjk toji #jujutsu toji #angst #angst with a sad ending #trulyfushiguros

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ducksido · 3 days ago

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Hi! I hope you're having a lovely day. I was watching some "Avengers" movies (god, I can’t stop watching the one called "war" or something like that), and out of nowhere, I started imagining—how would the characters from Twisted Wonderland react to a Yuu (preferably male) who’s an Avenger? I was thinking you could take inspiration from different characters(? I mean, maybe a Wonder Woman (in this case, Wonder Man? 😓) dating Riddle, and Leona with Black Panther?? Sorry if I’m not making much sense. 😭😭

Riddle Rosehearts × Wonder Man!Yuu

Powers: Super strength, flight, indestructible bracers conjured from magic. Noble, principled, and terrifyingly efficient in battle. Vibe: You’re basically a walking justice manifesto wrapped in charisma and polite sass.

Riddle tries to scold you for breaking school rules, but the moment you disarm a rogue monster from the Ghost Camera event with your bare hands, he’s sputtering.

“That’s... not how we duel at NRC, Yuu! And also—did you just catch a bolt of lightning?!”

You: “You said to handle it without causing damage to the courtyard.”

He becomes lowkey obsessed with your sense of justice. You believe in rules because they protect the weak—his heart does a full 360. The Heartslabyul students are so confused when Riddle starts blushing every time you call him “your little rose.”

Leona Kingscholar × Panther King!Yuu

Inspired by Black Panther Powers: Superhuman strength and reflexes, enhanced senses, vibranium-clawed gauntlets, ancestral magic from a hidden jungle kingdom. Vibe: Calm, strategic, and a bit smug, with deep loyalty to your people.

Leona thinks you’re just another high-and-mighty noble at first—until you outmaneuver him during a Spelldrive match without even sweating. The audacity.

Leona: “Don’t think I didn’t see that fake-out. You trying to show me up?” You: “Just making sure the prince gets his claws sharpened.”

He finds you infuriating and attractive in equal measure. He respects strength, but he adores subtlety—and you’re both. You challenge his laziness and show him what it means to lead with grace. Over time, your quiet authority makes him soften (just a little).

Azul Ashengrotto × Iron Mage!Yuu

Inspired by Iron Man/Doctor Strange fusion Powers: Tech genius, magical artifact wielder, portal manipulation. A dramatic cape. Vibe: Snarky, charming, and too smart for your own good.

You run circles around Azul in business negotiations and smugly open portals like it’s child’s play. He pretends to be annoyed, but really? He’s obsessed. You two are the “too powerful for anyone else” power couple. Everyone is scared of you both.

Azul: “I’d offer you a contract, but I imagine you’d find a loophole I didn’t even write yet.” You: “Oh, Azul, darling—I invented loopholes.”

The Lounge thrives with your tech support. You built Jade and Floyd magical espresso machines. You made Azul a holographic customer tracker. He’s in love and terrified.

🐉 Malleus Draconia × Stormbringer!Yuu

Inspired by Thor Powers: Weather control, god-like durability, storm-born magic. Can summon storms with your voice. Vibe: Regal, intense, a bit dramatic—but charmingly clueless about Earth things.

Malleus stares in awe the first time you call down a thunderstorm during a Night Raven blackout. You stand in the middle of the storm, eyes glowing, and then say:

“Sorry, I was cold. Thought I’d make some lightning to warm up.”

He finds you fascinating. You're powerful in a way that’s natural to him. The others fear him, but you match his energy—no fear, only wonder. You talk to him like an equal, even when sparking with raw magic.

You two take midnight flights together, him with bat wings, you surfing clouds like a celestial.

Vil Schoenheit × Vision!Yuu (aka “Aesthetic Android” BF)

Inspired by: Vision Powers: Intangibility, flight, hyper-intelligence, and emotional evolution through data and experience. Elegant af.

Vil didn’t know what to expect when Crowley introduced you as a “foreign exchange student from a distant… timeline.” You glide into the room, composed, graceful, and glowing faintly with cosmic energy. You analyze NRC like a poetic computer:

“The beauty of this place… is data arranged into visual harmony.”

Vil's ego was ready to scoff—until you proceeded to walk through a wall, save a Dorm Spelldrive match mid-game by phasing through the field, and then compliment his foundation by comparing it to nebula shimmer.

You’re logical, well-spoken, and slowly learning emotion—especially love. Vil finds himself constantly surprised when you’ll suddenly say things like:

“Statistically speaking, I find myself recalibrating around you, Vil. I believe this is what humans call… affection?”

He is NOT prepared for a boyfriend who phases through mirrors to bring him fresh tea during spa days. But he adores it. You remind him beauty isn’t just visual—it’s emotional, too.

Idia Shroud × Spider-Man!Yuu (aka “Neighborhood Chaos Gremlin” BF)

Inspired by: Peter Parker / Spider-Man Powers: Wall-crawling, web-slinging, spider senses, chaotic hero energy. Vibe: Nerdy, snarky, and charmingly awkward.

Idia has never met anyone who can beat him at games AND do backflips off the ceiling. You’re the only one in the entire school who can sneak up on him—by hanging upside down outside his window and tapping on the glass with a webbed hand.

“Hey babe! Wanna skip class and swing around the school? I found a cool mossy rock!”

He thought you were a hallucination at first. “There’s no way a real person just thwipped onto my gaming chair.” But then you offered him a home-coded arcade cabinet with your webs spun into LED wiring.

You two bond over tech, coding, and being the most awkwardly brilliant people in the room. You call each other dumb nicknames like “WiFi Warrior” and “Web Head,” and you cling to walls during romantic conversations just because you can.

When you get serious (like, defending him from a magical cyber attack), your goofy nature flips into “calm hero mode,” and Idia melts.

Kalim Al-Asim × Captain Sunshine!Yuu (aka “Yuu Rogers”)

Inspired by: Captain America Powers: Enhanced strength, speed, leadership instincts, a shield made from sunsteel. Glowing hope incarnate. Vibe: Sunshine protector who makes inspirational speeches and also loves hugs.

Kalim was already sunshine personified—but then YOU showed up.

You caught a falling chandelier on your first day with one hand, told Crowley “with all due respect, sir,” and then helped mop the floor. Kalim was starstruck.

“Waitwaitwait—are you a hero hero?! Like—defends the innocent and jumps off buildings and helps little kittens cross the street?! THAT’S SO COOL!!”

You both get excited about the smallest things—buffet tables, flower crowns, matching outfits. You're a “power couple” in the most literal way.

You give heroic speeches and Kalim claps every time. You protect others without hesitation. And when he gets overwhelmed? You kneel down and smile softly:

“You shine so bright, Kalim. Let me shield you when you need it.”

He’s sobbing. Jamil is quietly begging you to not encourage his chaos. You do anyway.

#twst #twst x reader #twst yuu #twst wonderland #twst headcanons

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vyladerz · 2 days ago

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Season 8 didn't start off with a whole ton of hope. In fact it furthered the continuation of the poor characterization from season 7 with the addition of convoluted lore writing. However, after watching the last episode of this season, this show has restored my faith in it. It's like everything clicked together seamlessly, in a way I haven't seen from this show in a long time.

Now, I had a paragraph of complaints when I first wrote this but I'm choosing to let them go.

"So?"

Who knew the most devastating line in this show would be said with only one syllable. My heart sank down to the pit of my stomach when I first heard Sam say it. Oh man, Jared does such an incredible job at his wounding portrayal of Sam in this scene. This is by far his best performance ever (I'm getting choked up here just visualizing the scene in my mind). Sam's soul was purely human here and what a fragile soul at that. His guilt has manifested into a physical sickness and it's so haunting to see. Dean's reaction and apology elevates this moment to a song of sweet harmony. A duet between two sorry brothers who must put aside grudges and feelings of inadequacy to come together as whole. Finally they are able to see eye to eye after so many brutal instances of them being world's apart. A scene like this understands what Supernatural is to its core.

I wish I had more words to describe everything but I'd need more time. Still, god what a memorable scene. It's become my absolute favorite and I'm both intrigued and terrified to see if another scene later on can top it.

Okayyyy so what else did I enjoy?

-The ending was gorgeous with all the angels falling. (I constantly think about when I'm making fake edits in my mind.)

-I love Charlie episodes. I knew I would fall in love her immediately from the start. I'm glad she got some backstory to add some dimension to her character. She's a character I can definitely see getting far in the show.

-I LOVE BENNY! I miss Benny. Absolutely devastated, will not recover from losing him. Sadly, his character was always destined to be a tragedy. Even so, I will forever long for a happy ending for him. The wound is still fresh though so moving on.

-The whole "I need you" scene between Dean and Cas was everything to me and I will savor that scene forever. I will be craving another scene like this going forward. The desperation and intensity drawn from that moment is what I need more of from this show.

-The Parallels between Castiel and Sam this season was UGH so great. They're so willing to sacrifice every bone in their body not for the world (they can tell themselves that) but to save Dean from disappointment. Beautiful symmetry here.

-Sam and Crowley's dynamic is so fascinating. Crowley being slowly restored of his humanity is something I wouldn't have imagined possible in this show. Having Sam, the man who knows the path of forgiveness more than anyone else be the one to do it is perfect. Such an unlikely duo I'm excited to see explored.

-SARAH?? I didn't expect to see Sarah again whatsoever cause 1.) I thought the show would've just moved on and forgotten Sam's promise to return. 2.) I've unfortunately ran into a lot of spoilers but I never saw anyone talk about this so I really didn't expect it at all. I wish their moment lasted longer with more of a kick to Sam's character. I did cry, a lot, so if they wanted an emotional torment they got it. I'm still glad this scene exists though even after my pain and agony.

I really love this show, I hope that comes across here. I started watching Supernatural this year after years of peeking at it through window blinds. Every song reminds me of these silly fictional characters and everywhere I go I see a Supernatural reference. This series means the world to me and the mold in my brain. I know I'm new here spouting things that have been said before, for what, over 15 years? I'm just catching up to the surface of everything. For this review I wanted to leave my complaints for another time so I could romanticize all the good things that have happened and are to come. So if my next ranking is more criticism than praise, then so be it. I wouldn't do it if it wasn't at least fun!

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