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qqueenofhades · 8 months ago

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I don’t have any words right now for what’s happened. Where in the fuck do we go from here?

I don't know. I really, truly don't know. We can't sugarcoat how bad things are going to get, and we can't pre-emptively give into it anyway. This is going to be an unprecedented time in American history (if, sadly, not world history) and the forces conspiring to make you obey will gain much of their power from you doing so in advance, without a struggle. It seems fair to say that America as it has always been historically constituted is over, and may not return in our lifetimes, but we also do not know that for a fact. If nothing else, the fascists will find it very hard to cancel competitive elections, and we cannot sit back, throw up our hands, conclude that voting is clearly meaningless, and let them do that. There are a lot of other things that we need to do, but that's one.

There are various postmortems to be written and nits to pick, but Harris was thrown into an impossible situation and did the best she could in 100 days. Even her critics agree she ran a pretty much flawless campaign. But this country simply decided that a well-qualified black woman could not be preferred over the most manifestly and flagrantly unfit degenerate to ever occupy the office. They decided this for many reasons, not least because large swathes of the country now live in curated misinformation bubbles that, under Government Czar Musk, will only get much, much worse. They were helped by the cowardice and complicity of the "mainstream media" that could have ended Trump's career exactly like they did to Biden after the first debate, but chose to preserve the profits of their billionaire oligarch owners and did not do so, giving Trump the benefit of the doubt and normalization at every turn. They also hounded Biden relentlessly over the four years of his presidency, never reported on the good things he did, and drove him to the historically bad approval ratings lows for a president who was by any metric, quite successful (and will quite possibly be our last ordinary American president for a very long time). Along with the searingly ingrained racism and misogyny and misinformation, Harris could not overcome that.

Democrats clearly had a messaging problem, but it's also true that the country, quite simply, does not care about "democracy" when the economy is perceived to be at stake. Not to over-egg the Hitler parallels, but yeah. This is how Hitler returned to power in 1933 -- on the backs of widespread economic collapse of the Weimar Republic; voters decided they just didn't care about the overtly fascist stuff, which he then proceeded to you know, do with genocidal vigor. Except the American economy in this case was actually doing well, which makes it even more baffling and indefensible. Enough people simply memory-holed Trump's crimes (aided at every turn by SCOTUS, Mitch McConnell not convicting him after January 6, Merrick Garland being far too slow and timid, the corporate media), liked the racist fascist behavior or felt that it wasn't a dealbreaker, and decided that in this election, he was the "change" candidate. It's insane by any metric, but that's what happened.

The country is deeply sick. We do not know what will happen. It's going to get bad. Barring a miracle, we will not have federalized abortion rights again in my lifetime, and there will be widespread attacks on public health, women's rights, immigrants, transgender people, and other vulnerable people. Even and especially the ones who voted for Trump. Never Thought Leopard Would Eat My Face, etc. Alito and Thomas will swiftly step down and allow their seats to be replaced by 40-year old wingnuts hand-selected from the worst the Federalist Society has to offer. SCOTUS is gone for the next generation at least. There is very little prospect of it being ever fixed in the foreseeable future.

Trump will never face a scintilla of consequences for his previous crimes; all the open federal cases will be closed as soon as he takes office and fires Jack Smith. The best we can hope for is that he dies in office, but then we get Vance and the cadre of alt-right techno billionaires ruled directly from the Kremlin. Putin is celebrating this morning and with good reason; he's gotten everything he wants. Trump will egg on Netanyahu in Gaza and abandon Ukraine. Democracy across the world will remain even more fragile and badly under threat. Authoritarians will be empowered and American withdrawal from international systems will percolate in very dangerous ways that cannot and will not be fixed in the short run. I really hope all the leftists who celebrate this as the "defeat of the genocide candidate" will enjoy all the genocide and suffering that's about to come. And yes, I do think the Israel-Palestine war fucked us in a large way. Jewish voters perceived the Democrats as insufficiently pro-Israel due to the presence of far-left antisemitism, even as the far left attacked the Democrats relentlessly and never targeted the Republicans. Arab voters abandoned them, possibly deservedly. What would have happened without the war? We don't know. You get the historical period that you get. Netanyahu and Trump can now do anything they want. Hope it was worth it.

As I said, I can't sugarcoat it. We are going to be paying for this in some form for the next decade, and probably longer. I'm not as absolutely shattered as I was in 2016, but I am much, much angrier. We all thought, we all hoped, America was better than this. It isn't. That, however, is something that has also happened before. What we decide to do next will shape how the next chapter unfolds.

This would be a great time to stock up on needed medicines, renew your passport online, and anything else you need to do in preparation for next year. Many of us simply do not have the wherewithal, whether financial or otherwise, to leave the country. I don't know what will happen with me. I don't know what will happen to any of us. This was utterly avoidable and yet, America didn't want to avoid it. At some point, there's nothing else you can do. You can point to media cronyism, Russian influence, etc etc., but the fact that two of the most qualified presidential candidates who happened to be women have now lost to Trump twice makes it unavoidable. The virulent rightward shift of young men (of all races) in particular paints a grim picture as to how the reactionary misogyny of the 21st century is going to essentially undo most of the progress for social and gender equality in the 20th. The patriarchy has been a problem for most of human history. Doesn't really seem like it's going to change.

The end result of this, however grim: we're still here. We are still living within our communities. If (and this is a big if) Democrats can retake the House, they can put some checks on the process for the next two years. At this point, we are in full-out buying-time, trying-to-prevent-the worst mode. We could have continued fixing things, but we won't be doing that. We will only be trying to preserve ourselves and our friends and our smaller spheres of influence. It sounds very trite to say that we have to have courage, but we do. There's not much else.

It's going to be an awful winter. We have two and a half months to see this coming and know how bad it's going to be, and... yeah. I don't know how soon the buyer's remorse will inevitably set in, but it will. Tough luck, people. You voted for him. You get the country that you decide to have. But the rest of us are also here, and what Gandalf says is still true. We wish the Ring had never come to us, we wish none of this had happened, but we still have to decide what to do with the time that is given to us.

I don't have a lot more. I'll probably be logging off for a while. I don't need to look at the internet for.... yeah, a long time. (Will I do it anyway? Probably.) I don't know what else to leave you with, aside from again:

Do not obey in advance. Do not act as if everything is foreordained and set in stone. Fascist regimes end. They always do. We are going to have to figure out how, and it will suck shit, but the alternative is worse.

Take care of yourselves. I love you.

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nhaaauyen · 1 year ago

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is it casual now? ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

modern sev x reader au: after a shitty day at work, you go to the beach to release some stress, only for a certain coworker to show up.

series masterpost: floating wc: 4.2k author's note: everything that happened in this fic did actually happen with a girl I was seeing LMAOO (except for the kiss cause i was too shy) but i’ve been wanting to write an ode to this memory for so long! though the title was named after casual by chappell roan, i actually don't recommend you listen to it when you read this because this is anything but casual ~ My Song Recommendation

Sev: Why are you at the beach at 11PM? You: ? You: Why can't I be? Sev: Because it closes at 12am Sev: And you said before you don't go out past 11PM on workdays You: I didn't know you worked for the beach patrol Sev: Lol

You stare at your phone screen, watching the three message dots bounce back and forth. You know you're being an asshole, but you can't help the snappiness in your tone. Sevika never cared or talked to you outside of work before, so why does she suddenly care now?

The typing bubbles disappear and relief washes over you, but a small, masochistic part of you wishes she'd actually sent something.

Sev: Are you good?

The three-word question glares at you from the screen.

Are you good? Absolutely not.

But this is Sev, the woman who doesn't bother with greetings or a courtesy "How are you" despite working together for months. How do you answer a question that could unravel the emotions you're barely keeping at bay, especially to someone who's never asked before?

You: Yeah You: I'll go soon so you don't have to stalk my location haha Sev: Alright

You stare at the tiny message bubble until the blue light stings your eyes. Finally, you shut off your phone and toss it onto your makeshift blanket.

The beach is eerily quiet save for the rhythmic crashing of waves against the shore. The moon hangs low in the sky, casting a silvery glow across the water and illuminating the foam as it rushes up the sand. You sit there as the incident at work replays in your mind for the hundredth time. Your head server's harsh words, the embarrassment of being scolded in public, the shame from how quick you were brought to tears - it all comes rushing back, making your chest tighten.

The cool sand beneath your fingers grounds you somewhat and you inhale deeply, letting the briny scent of the ocean fill your lungs.

A cool breeze picks up, causing goosebumps to rise on your arms. You shiver as you sit there, feeling small and vulnerable, and you can't help but wonder how you'll face everyone tomorrow. The thought makes your stomach churn, and you close your eyes, trying to shut out the world for just a little longer.

As you close your eyes, a new sound cuts through the sounds of waves crashing against the shore. The crunch of rubber tires over pebbles grows louder, and suddenly, a bright light washes over you. You squint, momentarily blinded by the harsh glare of headlights.

"You really had to make me search for you, Pagli?"

Your head whips around in shock, eyes wide as you see Sevika stepping out of her car. You scramble to your feet, brushing sand from your clothes.

"Sev? What are you— You didn't have to come here," you protest.

She approaches with a casual shrug. "Well, too bad, cause I was near here anyways. Had to make sure you weren't drowning or joining a beach cult."

You can't help but let out a small, incredulous laugh. "A beach cult? Really?"

"Hey, you never know," Sevika retorts with a smirk. "I don’t know what you like to do late at night."

You shake your head, trying to maintain your composure. "I appreciate the concern, but I'm fine. You should go home."

"Nah, I think I'll stick around," she says, plopping down on the sand next to where you were sitting. "Unless you've got some secret midnight rituals planned?"

You roll your eyes, but feel your resolve weakening. "You're stubborn as hell, you know that?"

"Part of my charm," Sevika replies with a wink. "Now, are you gonna sit back down, or do I have to drag you?"

After a moment's hesitation, you sigh and lower yourself back onto the sand. "Fine, you win. But don't expect me to be good company."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Sevika says softly, her tone gentler than before. "But I'm here if you want to talk. Or not talk. Whatever you need."

“I’m good.” You replied.

“Fine with me.”

As you sit in silence, Sevika reaches into her pocket and pulls out a joint. You can't help but shake your head in disbelief.

"You're unbelievable," you mutter.

She glances at you, eyebrow raised. "What?"

"Do you just have an unlimited source of that or something?"

Sevika just shrugs, a small smirk playing on her lips as she places the joint between them. As she fumbles for her lighter, she catches you staring and pauses.

"Do you want some?" she offers casually.

You hesitate, fingers fidgeting in the sand. "No... uh, I never tried."

Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Serious?"

"Yeah," you admit, feeling a bit self-conscious.

Sevika's expression softens slightly. "Well, Pagli, I'm in a sharing mood, so..."

You shake your head quickly. "Nah, I'm gonna embarrass myself. I don't know how to..."

"It's easy," she assures you. "Just inhale, hold it for a bit, and release."

You eye the joint warily. "Uh, shit... Yeah sure."

Instead of handing it over, Sevika brings the joint to her lips and lights it. You watch intently as she demonstrates, her cheeks hollowing slightly as she inhales. She holds it for a moment, then slowly exhales a stream of smoke into the night air.

Your eyes are fixed on her, taking in every detail of the process. There's something almost mesmerizing about the way the smoke curls from her lips, dissipating into the darkness.

Sevika turns to you, holding out the joint. "Your turn, if you want."

You hesitate, your heart racing a little. Part of you wants to refuse, to play it safe knowing that you wouldn’t risk humiliation in front of your coworker when you end up messing up, but another part of you was just completely over this day.

Slowly, you reach out and take the joint from her fingers, your skin brushing against hers for a brief moment.

You take the joint, bringing it to your lips with nervous anticipation. Trying to mimic Sevika's actions, you inhale deeply. Immediately, your eyes go wide as the smoke hits your lungs. You start coughing violently, your throat burning.

To your surprise, Sevika gently pats your back. "It's okay, Pagli! Damn. You just gotta practice some more."

As your coughing subsides, you realize this is the most Sevika has ever talked to you. It's oddly comforting, despite your embarrassment. You hand the joint back to her and she casually takes a puff, with her head leaning back slightly as she exhales.

"You're not cold?"

"No, why?" you ask, puzzled.

She gestures at your outfit. "Because you haven't changed out of your work uniform."

Instead of answering - because you know where that conversation would lead - you reach for the joint again. This time, you focus intently on mimicking Sevika's technique. You inhale, hold it for a moment, and exhale. There's still a slight cough, but it's significantly better than your first attempt.

"Hell yeah!" you exclaim, feeling a small surge of pride. "I sorta did it!"

Sevika gives you a half-grin that makes your heart skip a beat. "See? You're gonna be a pro soon." She pauses, her grin widening slightly. "But you're gonna get super hungry later at this rate."

Your eyes widen as realization hits you. "Oh fuck, you're right. I didn't bring any food," you say, a slight pout forming on your lips.

"I brought something," she offers, "but in exchange, you have to tell me what's going on."

You roll your eyes, you weren’t going to fall for that. "I can deal with it."

"Fine," she shrugs, "then no more." She makes a motion as if to put out the joint.

"What? I'm still practicing!" you protest. "What happened to trying to get me to the pro league?"

Sevika just laughs, the sound unexpectedly warm. "Sorry, there's an entry fee."

You sigh, knowing you're cornered. "Fine," you mutter, then barely above a whisper, add, "I fucked up bad at work today."

Her expression turns serious. "What do you mean?"

Taking a deep breath, you tucked a stray hair behind your ear and avoided eye contact. "There was this creepy guy at one of my tables. He kept specifically asking for random things like more napkins or refills, and I knew why he did that." You shudder slightly at the memory. "I wanted to switch with a male server, but we were too booked so I just tried to bear with it. I didn’t think he would cross any lines since it looked like he was with family too."

Sevika listens intently as you continue, "It got too far when he kept making me uncomfortable, saying he would tip well if I gave him my number." Your hands clenched into fists in the sand. "So after I came back, I... I 'accidentally' spilled water on him."

You can't meet Sevika's eyes as you finish, "I knew it was unprofessional and petty, but I was so frustrated. After getting yelled at by the head server, it kind of hit me what I did."

As you fall silent, you feel a mix of shame and lingering anger. You wait anxiously for Sevika's response, afraid to see judgment in her eyes.

But Sevika's response catches you off guard. "He deserved it," she says firmly.

Your eyes widen in surprise. "Huh? But I made a mess because I couldn't keep my emotions in check. You know there are always going to be horrible customers..."

She cuts you off with a shake of her head. "Nah, he deserved it. It's a shame you couldn't stay to watch when I kicked him out and announced that he was trying to grope one of our servers in front of his entire family and the restaurant."

You stare at her incredulously for a moment before bursting out laughing. "No way? You actually did that?"

Sevika shrugs nonchalantly. "What's Silco gonna do? I'm the best general manager he's got." She pauses, a prideful glint in her eye. "Though our head server might need a bit of retraining."

You can't believe what you're hearing. Sev, the Sev, actually stood up for you. A wave of gratitude washes over you, and you suddenly feel shy.

"Thank you... for that," you murmur. "It meant a lot."

She just nods in response, a comfortable silence falling between you. Sevika passes you the joint again, and this time when you take a hit, you manage to do it without coughing.

"I did it!" you exclaim, unable to contain your enthusiasm.

"Look at you, you might get into the Olympics next." She teased.

The tension from earlier completely dissipated, and you can't help but feel a newfound appreciation for Sevika.

"Okay, you gotta slow down now. This is your first time," Sevika warns, pulling the joint away as you reach for it again.

"Nooo, give it," you whine, making a half-hearted grab for it.

She shakes her head firmly. "Nuh-uh." Sevika puts out the joint despite your protests. Then, without warning, she announces, "I'm lying down."

"What?" you ask, confused by the sudden change.

Sevika doesn't respond, just leans back onto an apron acting as your beach blanket. After a moment's hesitation, you did the same. It's only now that you realize how close she is. You can see the rise and fall of her chest, steady and rhythmic.

You close your eyes, letting the sensations wash over you. "Do you hear that?" you murmur. "The waves sound amazing." A small giggle escapes your lips.

"It's hitting you now," Sevika observes, amusement coloring her voice.

"Shhh, Sev. Listen," you insist, your voice barely above a whisper. If only you didn’t close your eyes at that moment, because then you would’ve seen the shy smile appear on her lips at the nickname that she only lets you use on her.

As you concentrate on the sound of the waves, you became aware that you're also following the pattern of Sevika's breathing. It's oddly comforting, this synchronicity between her, you, and the ocean.

Curiosity gets the better of you, and you dare to look over at her. Your breath catches in your throat as you realize she's staring at you with those stormy gray eyes that never seem to reveal anything. The intensity of her gaze sends a jolt through you, triggering an immediate panic.

You sit up abruptly, your heart racing. Sevika follows, concern etched on her previously relaxed face. "What's wrong?"

"Uh, I'm hungry," you blurt out, desperate for a distraction.

Sevika just laughs, the sound rich and warm. "Here, I’m glad I brought this," she says, reaching into her pocket. She pulls out a colorful bag of sour gummy worms, the plastic crinkling loudly in the quiet night.

The sight of the candy, so unexpectedly bright in contrast to Sevika's stoic character, makes you laugh. You watch as she pulls out a gummy worm, the candy stretching slightly before she bites into it. The casual act feels strangely intimate in this moment, and you find yourself transfixed by the movement of her jaw as she chews.

"Want one?" she asks, holding out the bag to you.

Your fingers brush against hers as you reach for a candy, sending another small shiver through you. As you pop the gummy worm into your mouth, the burst of sour flavor feels like a shock against your tongue.

While you devoured practically half the bag, Sevika stretches languidly before lying back down on the sand. You followed suit, turning to face her. This time, feeling way less sober than the beginning, you don't shy away from her gaze.

You notice one of her usually tucked fringes has come loose, falling softly across her forehead. Your fingers twitch with the urge to brush it back, but you manage to restrain yourself.

Sevika's eyes are fixed on you, her expression softer than you've ever seen it. "I'm tired," she mumbles, her voice low and slightly husky. "I want to sleep... this feels nice."

A dopey smile spreads across your face at the sight of her uncharacteristic vulnerability. "Do it," you encourage gently.

"Wake me up in a bit?" she asks, her eyelids already starting to droop.

"Of course," you assure her.

As Sevika's eyes close, you sit there, taking in the moment. You listened to the rhythm of her breathing mix with the sound of the waves and the refreshing sea breeze.

Suddenly, Sevika makes a noise that's almost like a whine. "It's cold," she murmurs, not opening her eyes.

"Really?" you ask, surprised.

"Yeah," she confirms. Then, to your shock, she says, "Come here."

Before you can process what's happening, Sevika is draping her red jacket over both of you. The action brings you even closer to her, and your brain struggles to keep up with this new development.

You find yourself studying Sevika's features up close. Her nose, which you've always thought was cute but never dared to admit, her long lashes resting against her cheeks, and the scar that runs across her cheekbone.

The warmth of her body so close to yours, the scent of her cologne mingling with the salt air, the soft sound of her breathing - it all combined to create a moment so intimate and unexpected that you feel almost dizzy with it. You're acutely aware of every point where your body is almost, but not quite, touching hers.

Your heart is pounding so loudly you're sure she must be able to hear it. But Sevika's breathing has evened out, suggesting she's drifting off to sleep. You lie there, barely daring to move, caught between the desire to savor this moment and the fear of disturbing her.

You find yourself caught in Sevika's gaze as her eyes slowly flutter open. The moonlight reflects in her dark irises, creating an almost ethereal effect.

"What are you staring at?"

Your heart skips a beat. "You," you reply without thinking, then immediately feel heat rush to your cheeks.

A smirk plays at the corner of Sevika's lips. "Mmm... you're plotting my murder, right?"

You can't help but chuckle softly. "Haha, of course. I’ve been waiting months for this moment.”

"Damn," she sighs dramatically, through her eyes sparkled with amusement. "At least I get a gorgeous view before my final moments."

The air between you suddenly feels charged. You fall silent, profoundly aware of every breath, every subtle movement. Sevika's hair has fallen across her face, obscuring part of her scar. Without really thinking about it, you reach out, gently tucking the errant strand behind her ear.

As you start to pull your hand back, Sevika's fingers wrap around your wrist. Her touch is gentle, a stark contrast to her usual brusque demeanor. You freeze, your breath catching in your throat.

"Don't," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the soft lapping of waves.

Sevika holds your hand gently, her calloused fingers tracing over yours with surprising tenderness. She examines each fingertip as if committing them to memory. Just as you're getting lost in the intimacy of the moment, she breaks the silence.

"You got tiny ass hands, Pagli.”

You blink, taken aback. "Excuse me?"

Sevika bursts out laughing, the sound rich and wonderful. Her head tilts back, revealing a full set of stunning teeth. The sight momentarily captivates you, but you quickly recover, determined not to let her win this moment.

"You know, I was only trying to steal the gummies," you retort, trying to keep a straight face.

Her eyebrow arches challengingly. "Really? Come and get it then."

Before you know it, you're both wrestling on the makeshift blanket. Sand flies everywhere as you tussle, laughter filling the air. It's been so long since you've felt this carefree, this alive. Your worries from earlier seem like a distant memory now.

Somehow, you manage to gain the upper hand. You find yourself practically pinning Sevika down, your faces mere inches apart. You can feel her warm breath on your skin, catching the faint scent of weed. Your heart races, and for a moment, you're tempted to close that small distance between you.

Instead, you break the tension by snatching the bag of gummies from her grasp. "I win!" you declare triumphantly.

But even as you say it, the victory feels hollow. The gummy bag hangs limp in your hand as you watch Sevika accept defeat with surprising grace. She's still beneath you, her chest rising and falling with each breath, her eyes locked on yours.

You wish you could reach out and caress her face, trace the line of her scar, feel the softness of her skin again. The urge is almost overwhelming, but you hold back, unsure of how she'd react. The moment stretches between you, filled with unspoken words and possibilities.

Sevika pats the spot next to her, inviting you back. You settle in, acutely aware of her warmth beside you. Her eyes, dark and curious, search your face.

"What are you thinking about now, Pagli?" she asks softly.

Before you can stop yourself, the words tumble out. "I want to play with your hair."

Immediately, heat rushes to your face. You're about to stammer an apology when Sevika takes your hand, guiding it to her hair. The silky softness surprises you, and you can't help but run your fingers through the strands.

Sevika's eyes flutter closed, a contented sigh escaping her lips. Encouraged, you begin to gently massage her scalp, marveling at how relaxed she seems.

"What does Pagli mean?" you whisper.

A smirk plays on Sevika's lips. "Crazy girl," she replies without skipping a beat.

"Huh?!" You're not sure whether to be offended or flattered.

"It's because you do crazy and bold things. I like that about you."

Your stomach flutters with warmth at the admission. Sevika leans into your touch, murmuring, "That feels amazing."

Gradually, she shifts closer, until her head is tucked against your chest. You can feel the steady pace of her breathing, the warmth of her body against yours. Without really meaning to, you find yourselves practically spooning.

As you stretch out, your feet brush against her shins, and you realize just how much taller she is. It's oddly endearing, this contrast between you. Your fingers continue their gentle exploration of her hair, occasionally trailing down to trace the curve of her neck.

The moment feels soft, intimate in a way you never expected. The sound of waves provides a soothing backdrop, and the moonlight casts a gentle glow over you both. You're struck by how vulnerable Sevika looks like this, all her usual sharp edges softened.

You want to say something, to put into words the feeling blooming in your chest, but you're afraid to break the spell. So instead, you hold her close, savoring the unexpected comfort of this moment, wondering how something so beautiful could arise from such a difficult day.

You keep replaying the moment when Sevika's strong arms practically dragged you into cuddling her. The memory sends a pleasant shiver down your spine. Your hand moves almost of its own accord, slowly rubbing circles on her back. You hear her sigh contentedly, the sound filling you with a warmth that has nothing to do with the physical closeness.

Just as you're sinking deeper into this blissful moment, bright white lights suddenly flash on, startling you both. A loud voice booms across the beach: "THE BEACH IS CLOSING IN 10 MINUTES. PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY BACK TO THE PARKING LOT."

"Urghhh," you groan. You instinctively buried your face into your hands.

Sevika's response is even more vocal - she lets out a louder, more dramatic groan that vibrates through her chest and into yours. The sound is so unexpected and so uncharacteristically cute, that you can't help but laugh.

Your laughter seems to break the spell. Sevika lifts her head, her hair mussed from your earlier attentions, and gives you a mock glare that's softened by the smile tugging at her lips.

"What's so funny, Pagli?" she asks, her voice husky with lingering sleep.

"Nothing," you say, still chuckling. "Just... I never pegged you for a whiner."

Sevika rolls her eyes. "Yeah, well, don't get used to it," she grumbles.

You lean in close to Sevika, whispering conspiratorially, "They can't kick us off if we hide in the sand, right?"

"Yeah, or if we stay really still," she adds, barely suppressing a grin.

You both freeze comically, trying to blend in with the beach around you. But as the final announcement blares across the sand, you finally admit defeat.

As you both reluctantly start to gather your things, you can't help but steal glances at Sevika. Her hair is tousled, her clothes rumpled from lying on the beach, and there's a softness to her expression that you've never seen before. It makes your heart do a little flip in your chest.

Just as you're about to lead the way back, Sevika suddenly grabs your hand, pulling you back towards her. Before you can react, her lips are on yours.

You were suddenly frozen, till your brain practically yelled, Fucking kiss the hot girl back you dumbass! Your hand immediately slides into her hair, and you respond back to the kiss with the same ferocity. All the tension that's been building between you tonight finally finds its release. Her lips are softer than you imagined, moving against yours with a passion that takes your breath away.

But the moment was short-lived when it was cut short by another blaring announcement.

Sevika breaks away, growling, "I'm going to break that speaker."

You can't help but laugh at her annoyance, the sound bubbling up from the happiness overflowing in your chest. You lean in, giving her a quick peck on the lips. "C'mon, we can continue this later."

Sevika nods, a small but genuine smile playing on her lips. She has that look on her face, that is just so content and full of adoration that your legs practically felt like jelly.

“Race you back to the car, loser has to buy dinner!” You yell as you spirit across the sand.

You were fortunate enough to get a head start because once Sev realized what was happening, you could already see a blur of her movement closing the distance through the corner of your eye. Your hair whipped wildly in the wind along your combined unadulterated, giddy laughters echoing in the night air.

With her athletic build, she easily caught up to you but instead of surpassing you, her hand found yours. Her fingers intertwined with yours, fitting perfectly. The warmth of her palm against yours feels like the most natural thing in the world.

You two slowed your pace into an amble, the sound of waves fading behind you. Every so often, you steal glances at Sevika, still hardly believing this night has been real.

When her car comes into view, Sevika gives your hand a gentle squeeze. You turn to look at her, finding her eyes already on you, soft and full of something that makes you unsure of whether this moment was a dream or not.

Sevika tugs you closer, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "We should do this again sometime," she murmurs against your skin. "Minus the getting kicked off the beach part."

You chuckle at the joke and tuck your head into her chest, listening to her heartbeat. Thump. Thump.

"Thank you," she says quietly, her voice a small murmur above your ear, "for making a shitty day end beautifully."

You smile, feeling a warmth spread through your chest.

"Thank you for finding me."

#sevika #arcane sevika #sevika imagine #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika #fluff #comfort #lesbian #lesbian yearning

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444sweetmourninglamb · 3 months ago

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is it wrong?

˚𝜗𝜚˚notes ➵joel miller x reader, dbf!joel, f!reader, mutual pining, age gap, no outbreak au, slowburn

Texan Junes were always sweltering—not as bad as August, but bad. Your dad was hosting a barbecue to celebrate your graduation and arrival home. You were thankful for the gesture, appreciative that he thought of you. You knew he must’ve been lonely without you in the house, but at least he had Joel, whom you haven’t thought about for a while. It’s been a while since you’ve seen him; granted, you’ve only been home for two days.

Joel had always been a part of your life. Ever since you moved to Austin, he and your dad have become good friends. It helped that he also had a daughter, who, although being a couple of years younger than you, still got along with you.

Returning home for the summer was bittersweet. All your friends– except Sam– left the state for college, and their parents moved, leaving no reason for them to return to Texas. Sarah still lives across the street, so hopefully you could hang out with her this summer.

You finished getting ready, adding finishing touches to your makeup and making sure your outfit was appropriate for both the weather and the event. Your denim shorts were a bit revealing, but it was like 100° outside, so did it really matter?

You finally decide to leave your room, making your way down the stairs and out to the backyard. A smoky scent hit your nostrils, one that you always loved. The scent never failed to remind you of a particular night you spent over at the Millers, one where Joel barbequed for you and Sarah after you spent the entire day in their pool. Your heart ached at the memory, thinking back to when you were innocent and didn’t have the stress of adulthood looming over you.

You scan the backyard, noticing how everyone was over 40 with beer bellies and button-down t-shirts, suddenly feeling out of place in your tube top and denim shorts. The grad party thrown for you started to look a lot more like a get-together for your dad and his friends. It’s not like any of your friends could’ve gone anyway, but you highly doubt any of these people even cared that you graduated–only Diane.

Diane was Sam's mother. You like her more than Sam, she was warmer, kinder, and just had a way of making everybody feel good. It didn’t take long for her to find you and begin talking.

“Hey, honey! Oh, look how beautiful…” She faux-pouted before pulling you in for a hug, your nostrils immediately filling with the scent of cheap perfume and cigarettes. “I swear you just get more beautiful every time I see you!” She coos, pulling back to cup your face with her slender hands, the rim of the beer she was holding feeling cool against your skin in contrast to the outdoor heat. Her hands lingered there for a bit before reluctantly removing them.

You awkwardly chuckle, not used to being fussed over anymore, “Aw, thank you, Diane.” You give her a sweet smile.

“Sam was just here, swear to God– he probably snuck off for a smoke or somethin’, you know how he is.” She brushed it off with a laugh. “Oh well, ‘m sure he's fine, you know how he is.” Her smile faltered slightly. “He doesn’t talk to me much lately.” She took a sip of her beer before speaking again.

“Oh! Is Joel comin’?” She asked, raising her eyebrows and attempting a flirty look, a faux-sultry smirk plastered onto her frosty pink lips. It’s a joke, maybe. But when she checks her reflection through the beer can and adjusts her bleached-blonde hair, it doesn’t feel like one.

“Um, yeah…I’m sure he's coming. Why, you got your eyes on him?” You reply with a teasing smile, eyeing the smudged eyeliner along her eyes, as if she tried to reapply it in the heat. Diane’s makeup was always smudged or unblended or something, but before you get the chance to tell her, your eyes are drawn elsewhere. Diane starts talking, but her voice is drowned out by the sound of your heart racing.

Joel Miller was standing by the gate, looking much sexier than you remember. His muscular arms straining the fabric of his denim button-up, the sun hitting his tanned face perfectly, enhancing his ruggedly handsome features.

This was so wrong…he's your dad’s best friend. You had seen him numerous times before, so why was it different now? Your pulse quickened and your breath hitched at the sight, and if possible, you began to feel even hotter. Everything seemed to slow as he began approaching you.

“Joel!” Diane looked at him with a smile, her pale pink lipstick on her teeth. You hope he doesn’t notice, for her sake. He gave her a tight-lipped smile in return before turning his attention to you.

“Hey, kid.” Kid. You hate that he called you that. 22 isn’t a kid. You were old enough to drink, old enough to do pretty much anything. But he called you kid. You just had an inner crisis about how sexy he is, and he makes his thoughts about you clear with one simple word. Kid.

“Hey.” You hated the way his smoky voice caused your stomach to flutter. You hope he can’t read the look on your face. The ‘I’m totally fucked’ face. The way the sun was hitting his face only made your heart beat faster. How could you just now realize how good-looking he is? All those times you’d hung out with his daughter, the times he's been over for dinner, driven you to practices, taught you how to fucking drive, and you just now notice how insanely handsome he is? How?

Diane placed a slender hand on your arm, her long acrylics gently poking your skin. “I’ll be right back, puddin’, I’m gonna go find my boy.” She shifted on her heels, as if waiting to be asked to stay. When no one said anything, she turned and walked off, leaving you and Joel alone. You shifted your gaze back to Joel, sucking in a shaky breath at the proximity. Never did you think you’d feel so…nervous…around him.

“Got any beer? Or’d she bring her own?” Joel asked with his sultry southern drawl that began messing with your head.

“Oh, yeah.” You turned and walked towards the cooler, taking a steady deep breath to calm yourself.

“So…done with school, huh?” He asked, trailing behind you.

“Yep. Finally…” He gave a small smile to your response.

“Don’t like school? Thought you were a good girl.” He grumbled with that velvety southern drawl. You felt a warm flush creep up your neck and settle on your cheeks, your lower abdomen tightening with arousal at his words. Fuck– no. This is wrong. This is Joel.

“T’s just stressful, s’all.” You murmur back, bending down to get two beers, hoping he chalks the flush on your face up to being summer heat. You hand him a beer, his intense, dark eyes staring at your face before dropping down to your lips, then finally, the beer you got for yourself. His eyes remained there for a moment.

“What?” You ask quietly, a confused look plastered onto your face. You felt your mouth start to dry up due to the intensity of his gaze.

“Nothin’...Just weird seein’ you drink.” He grumbles, untwisting the cap of his beer.

“Well, I’m 22, sooo…” You reply, almost like you’re trying to remind him you're an adult. You mirror his action, untwisting the cap of your own beer.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Y’r a big girl, can drink n whatnot.” He took a sip of his beer. “Where’s your dad? Haven’t seen’m yet.” You felt relieved as he changed the subject to something other than your age.

“Uh, maybe the kitchen? I’ll go check.” You hand him your beer before going in to find your dad.

“Dad, Joel's looking for you.” You say, leaning against the kitchen doorframe. You were finally able to catch your breath with the added space between you and Joel.

“Oh, he’s here? Tell him I’ll be right out. Just gotta finish seasoning these burgers…” His voice trailed off as he continued sprinkling seasoning onto the patties.

“Alright.” You say, turning back outside to find Joel. You see him with Diane, she’s playing with her bleached hair that desperately needs a tone, and batting her fake lashes at him. You love Diane, so why does your stomach churn with uneasiness at the sight of her with Joel?

While you’re walking over to him, you’re stopped by Sam. “Hey, wait.” You turn to meet his gaze, a tinge of disappointment striking your chest.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you yet.” You wrap your arms around him, he stiffens before reluctantly hugging you back.

“Missed you..” He said quietly, making your heart warm. Sam wasn’t one for affection or feelings. He and Diane were so different, you wondered how they were even related.

“Aw, I missed you.” You reply with a smile before pulling back, feeling eyes burning into you. You look around briefly before you see Joel staring right at the two of you. “Uh…how have you been?” You ask, trying to shake the feeling of Joel’s eyes.

“Good, good…I mean…Yeah, good.” He started fidgeting with his lip piercing. He was almost always fidgeting with one of his piercings.

“What about your mom? How’s she?” You ask, genuinely concerned about her well-being. You knew that if you were to ask her directly, she’d mask it with her usual cheery smile.

“Eh, same as always.” He mutters, pausing before speaking again. “I’m gonna get another beer, you want one?”

“Oh, no thanks, uh…Joel actually has mine.” You say quietly, avoiding eye contact with him.

“Oh. Well, okay…” He replied quietly before stealing a glance at Joel. The silence stretched for a moment before Sam headed over to the cooler. You began walking towards Joel, who was still watching you.

“My dad said he’ll be right out.” You said, grabbing your beer back. “Ya know, we could go in n see him.” You added, definitely not because you wanted him away from Diane and alone with you.

“Yeah, that’d be great.” He walked with you towards the house, your shoulder accidentally bumping into his arm as you walked side-by-side.

“So…Diane…” You said, looking up at him with a smug look, secretly hoping she didn’t mean anything to him.

“What’re you implyin’?” He replied lowly, his eyebrows knitting.

“Oh, nothing…” You hoped it was nothing. But why? Sarah told you she worries about how lonely he is. Diane would be good for him, right? But you could be good for him too…What? What's wrong with you? This is your dad’s best friend. Your dad’s best friend, who also happens to be over 30 years older than you.

He’s silent for a beat. “So…Sam…” He said gruffly.

“Sam?” You look up at him, eyebrows knitting.

“Yeah. He your boyfriend? Didn’t think you’d be into that whole...Goth thing.”

“It’s punk, not goth. And he definitely is not my boyfriend. We’re just friends. He’s got this Sid Vicious thing going on, and I really don’t wanna be his Nancy.” You grimaced, thinking about how toxic their relationship was.

When you two entered the kitchen, your dad was nowhere to be found. “I swear, he was in here before.” You murmur, your pulse quickening at the sudden realization that you and Joel were alone together.

“‘S fine, wanted t’get away from’er anyway.” He grumbled.

“What? Diane is awesome.” You suddenly felt guilty for stealing Joel away from her, and even more guilty as he revealed his true feelings about her.

“Not when she's ramblin bout you marryin’er son.” He took a long sip of his beer. “You got a boyfriend at school?” He asked.

Your breath hitched “No-What-Why do you care?” You ask, taking a sip of your own beer to mask the way his question heightened your nerves.

“Don’t. Just…makin'’ conversation, I guess.” He replied, leaning back against the kitchen counter. Your dad came into the room from the bathroom.

“Oh. Hey, you two.” He said, placing his hands on his hips. Joel’s eyes quickly shifted off of you and onto your dad.

“Hope you washed your hands b’fore you start touching our food…” You tease, earning a slight huff of laughter from Joel. You felt a sense of pride wash over you, It’s rare for Joel to laugh.

“Oh- be quiet. Of course I did.” He quipped back, wiping his hands on his pants.

“I’ll leave you two alone.” You turn to head back outside before realizing you hadn’t seen Sarah yet. You turn back towards Joel and decide to ask him. “Wait- Where’s Sarah?” Your stomach fluttered when you met his gaze.

“She’s away for all of June. She’ll be back in a week’r so.” He took a final sip of his beer, his dark chocolate eyes piercing into you.

“Oh…Alright.” Now you leave, hoping your dad didn’t clock the way your face heated under Joel’s gaze. Hoping Joel himself didn’t notice.

Sarah being gone means you’ll likely be seeing much more of Joel. He’ll have more free time, which will lead to him hanging out with your dad more. Your stomach fluttered at the thought, whether it was with arousal or anxiousness was beyond you.

this is also on ao3 here !!

this will be a series, i hope to upload chapter 2 very soon <3

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rei-ismyname · 5 months ago

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Uncanny X-Men #10 review

Well, ten issues in and we finally hear something substantive from Nightcrawler. The Outliers are still being attacked by the Wolfpack sentinels after Ground Bear and Jubilee bailed, the Graymalkin Podcaster clown show continues, and Moonbeam and Gambit go on a date mostly off panel. It looks pretty good but it's unfocused and shallow. The Outliers are the stars and the absence of Rogue/Gambit was refreshing. There's fart jokes?

Nightcrawler thinks to himself that he doesn't want to go back to being an X-Man, except he is an X-Man, isn't he? Realistically, he's having the same doubts everyone else has had. They were left unresolved and brushed aside so I'm not going to spend much time on this. Fool me thrice.

Anyway, he's painting a roof with Chelsea, who ends up being a mutant. Great, just what this book needs more of 🙄. She's probably the wisest person here who knows the mall is a bad idea. Kurt is really enjoying this place as a 'home' that's 'healing him.' How? Doesn't matter. He's just saying words and I wonder why he's even in the book. The lady whose kid he rescued rocks up with homemade German pastries for him which is a nice moment but it's not a substitute for character development. Things happen to him, mostly.

Meanwhile, Deathdream is bleeding out at the mall and The Outliers are rallying. The adult X-Men are feeling like a bit of a distraction tbh. The kids are being developed the most, learning, growing, making choices. It's great for them, but it's an awkward situation if you want more than the barest development of The X-Men. I look back on the first arc and how much time was spent flashing back to Xavier and Sarah Gaunt. No idea what degree of editorial meddling there is, but I find it hard to believe Gail Simone would intentionally take focus off the main characters to that degree.

Jitter uses her powers to become a master combat medic for sixty seconds and takes charge. For some reason the Wolfpack just aren't attacking them right now, despite having a taste for blood and no master.

Calico has her heroic moment and aims to distract the Wolfpack. Ransom is hunting for a needle to save Deathdream and stops to cheer her on despite the ticking clock. Said clock ticks down and he's just a little bit too late, so Jitter is relying on memory. Sure. The 'if X happens, run and leave me' moment is the 5th time this beat has been played this run, and it gets the same response each time. There's value in repetition but I'm not seeing any formalism or thematic purpose here, so it just feels repetitive. Don't get me wrong, the kids are the best part of the book, but I don't get these choices. It's the kind of thing even a parody of action cliché should be embarrassed doing - and it loses power each time.

Time's up! We check in with Graymalkin, where the same dynamic as last time is escalating after the incident hits the news. Trask wouldn't kill kids because of his family history, apparently. Maybe he's referring to his sister, but that's a stretch. He had no problem with basically enslaving Juston Seyfert for his sentinel program. Whatever, maybe it's some new shit. The podcaster isn't happy, and keeps telling him to shut them down, something he's established he can't do. Not sure what was gained by including this.

Okay, Nightcrawler sees the Wolfpack situation on the news (TF are Logan and Jubilee?) He is obviously going to teleport there to meet them, but he stops for thoughts and prayers in a life or death scenario. DEEEEEP BREATH. Fucking really? Yeah, Kurt is Catholic, though he has spent the last few years having a major crisis of faith. He's also an experienced hero and pointedly not an idiot. Stopping to pray when kids you're responsible for are probably being torn to shreds is not something he would do, ever. It's embarrassing and frankly highlights why he shouldn't be in this book. Kurt Wagner is a complex, well-rounded individual. In this book he's been portrayed with 'is religious' as his defining character trait. I hate to go there but I'm dubious that Simone knows a damn thing about him - besides 'religious guy.' All that aside, if you only have room for a single flat character trait, take them out of the book. Kill him if you need to because this is painful. That would free up space for other characters to have beliefs, motivations etc.

Jitter is going off memory and Calico is regulating. The memory is fading and Ember is down though. After encouragement from Ransom Jitter does the Pulp Fiction thing anyway - Calico lapses into despair, repeating her mother's abusive nonsense.

Nevermind, Ember is fine and so is Deathdream. More than fine even. Right as rain. Ransom is reinventing the fastball special except with Ember kicking him in the heart.

Logan and Jubilee finally show up to protect the kids they're responsible for. They're held up by a barricade and a cop. Okay this must be a shape shifter or something because I don't see Logan even asking for permission, let alone wasting time arguing with this bozo. He'd leap the barrier, or slice it. Famously he does not give a fuck and is very willing to use violence. If you thought that was bad, Jubilee convinces the cop and then wastes time flirting with him. Flirting with a cop while their charges are fighting sentinels. I guess now that she's abandoned her baby in Otherworld she's got time to date. This is unserious shit.

I wish I had the gall to follow up that waste of time with 'we're not gonna make it.' This run isn't going to make it. Kurt beats them there and has his second most substantial conversation of the run. With a killer robot dog. He teleports it into the sky and kicks it without hurting himself. Maybe Calico softened them up since last issue.

Jitter and Deathdream seem fucked with two Wolfpack sentinels racing towards them. Ransom and Calico check in, while informing us that Ransom is who they look up to. I mean, she's been doing all the fighting and Ransom was going to leave last issue but sure. Why not? He does throw a robot dog at Logan for him to slice, that's leader shit. If I was being generous I'd say it's a callback to Fall of the House of X #1, where Colossus did the same thing with an ORCHIS soldier. It doesn't matter because Deathdream suddenly figures out he can kill them all. Easily. It's loosely explained and I don't care enough to quibble. His powers are established and they apparently include a healing factor too.

With that, the threat is over. They got them all, together. Right. Logan compliments Ransom who asks not to be called 'kid.' I guess he's the man now, dawg. The mutants are hailed as heroes by local news and The Podcaster is not happy. They've finally tracked down the idiot responsible for this debacle, and she sends him to be tortured. The private sector is rough. I still don't know what the Podcaster's actual deal is, she's all over the place and I can't fathom why anyone obeys or fears her. What does she want aside from a mutant prison?

This book lacks consequences. The adults keep making huge mistakes that other people suffer for yet they get bailed out. It's narrative 101 - if your characters make a mistake they should have to deal with the fallout. They learn and grow. Rogue hasn't made a good decision yet and her team are complimenting her - directly after a prison break with no plan where she spent her time punching Scott. They sent the kids to school and Calico was kidnapped in an hour. Logan and Jubilee fucked up so badly here the kids nearly died. One actually did, but luckily it didn't stick. Kurt is praying and Jubilee is flirting while they're fighting for their lives. These actions aren't being used as mistakes to learn from, they're just things that happen. There's no tension because nothing really matters. No matter what they do things work out and they're hailed as heroes. Personally, I want more out of the flagship X-Men book.

When the wisest person in the book is 6 years old, it hangs a lampshade on how cartoonishly everyone is behaving. I'm thinking that's the point. The ragtag misfits have goofy adventures that seem like the end of the world at the time, but it's just Tuesday. It's the fun book where you don't have to think hard. Moonbeam, Ground Bear, and the Podcaster. PTSD, let's never talk about it again. Diction lessons, sugah. Let's pray.

A look at the letters page tells us everyone is loving the book, and they're definitely real people that aren't cherry picked. Good for them and good for you if you're enjoying it. I'm not loving it, but I'm not hating it. It exhausts me a little but I do enjoy reviewing it. Thanks for reading, Ground Bears.

#x men #x comics #uncanny x men #logan howlett #wolverine #nightcrawler #jubilee #the outliers #calico #jitter #deathdream #ransom #rogue #gambit #marvel #comics #reviews

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kdpartworks · 12 days ago

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A few updates...

So, where do I even start? 😂

Since my bike got stolen, it’s been all downhill from there. Every single day something new. After the bike drama, I had another lovely little disaster (which I won’t go into—those who know, know 👀). Let’s just say it really knocked the wind out of me. I mean, I’m a grown woman, but wow… it hit hard and left me feeling like 💩.

Then my phone—because of the heat AND because it was basically ancient—decided to give up on life. So I had to rush out and get a new one. At that point I thought, “Okay, surely the bad luck streak is over now?”

…WRONG. 🙃

I managed to transfer (almost) everything onto the new phone. Got back into my socials (Instagram was being its usual dramatic self, of course 🙄). Everything seemed fine…

Except Discord. Discord took one look at my new phone and said: “Nu-huh”

Long story short: Discord and Google refused to cooperate, and poof—my account was gone. Along with all my friendships, gifs, memories (some of them awkward but hey, memories are memories), and the draft of my server I’d been slowly putting together for the future. I was too scared to launch it because I didn’t feel ready… well, guess what? Now i am.

Moral of the story? I had to start over. From scratch. 😅

Maybe it’s the universe giving me a little push to clean house and start fresh? I like to think so. It’s like when I lose hours of work on a drawing because I forgot to save—at first I scream internally, but then I redo it and… it usually turns out better. So maybe this will too? Fingers crossed. 🤞✨

Anyway… I rebuilt the server! 🎉 But I’m not opening it officially just yet because I have zero moderators and, let’s be real, it would turn into chaos faster than you can say “@everyone” 🤣

When it is ready, I hope you’ll come hang out!

Oh, and side note: today is my son Nicola’s birthday! 🥹 After all this streak of bad luck, I really hope today is a good one.

So yeah… if you don’t see me posting much, now you know why. That and the heat. It’s absolutely draining me—I swear I’m working, but I’m slower and tired. Please be patient with me 💕

Thanks for reading this far—you’re a lovely friend. 🥹❤️

#sorry for the wall of text #update #summer #discord server #discord why #you know i'm too fried #new phone #new start #rant post #artist on tumblr

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ipilokko · 3 months ago

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-| I Dislike Redheads |-

– Chapter 1- Arriving Dawntown

Ah, dammit.

Why was Mollie so bad at organising suitcases? She'd fold something neatly, put it in the case, and there'd be plenty of room; more than enough for all the clothes she wanted to bring. Then, as soon as she turned her head, or put in one or two more items, suddenly even her hand couldn't fit.

After half an hour of struggling, she finally managed to fit everything– except for a dress which she wasn't sure if she'd take with her anyway– but this time she was struggling to zip the case up. Mollie grunted as she tried one more time, then gave up. She sighed. This was really starting to get on her nerves.

All she had to do was mark something as excess and let go of it, yeah? She re-opened her suitcase and recited a rhyme, pointing her finger at a different piece of clothing with each word. The shoes, a black shirt, a red sweater and another one with some kind of pattern she could never really identify...

When the rhyme was over, her finger was pointing at the sweater. Uhh... She'd buy a new one when she started to work again... This was staying home. She clutched the thick fabric and carelessly threw it out of the pile. Finally, she successfully closed the travel case. Not affording to lose more time now, she quickly slid into her jacket, took her backpack, suitcase, project case and took off. She would have called a cab, but she figured the traffic was probably overwhelming at this time of the day. She navigated to the subway station and waited for the train’s headlamps to appear.

The crowd was bustling with life; the line of waiting passangers stretched further and further in front of her. Some were chatting over the phone, some were talking to each other, which filled the hall with buzz. The trip to the airport took longer than she would have liked, and she was more than ready to sit down. After what felt like hours of waiting, it was finally her turn to board the plane. She checked her ticket again to memorize her seat number. Memory was never her strong suit; she’d never forgotten a face, or a voice, but remembering numbers and names was one of the many things she wasn’t very good at.

C162 was her seat. Mollie searched the overhead signs until she eventually found it. She looked out from the tiny window; the plane was surrounded by the large, concrete field of the runway, which made her only more melancholy.

When the captain announced to the passengers to fasten their seatbelts, she sat down and did so. Once the plane took off and flew higher and higher, the greens of the trees transformed into tops of needles –only fluffier– houses just a bit bigger than grains of sand… maybe really small pebbles if she was being generous. Getting bored of the view, she scrolled through airplane movies for a bit, until she finally found something that she could tolerate watching.

Roy switched off the alarm clock which was hurting his ears with its loud beeping. He stared at the ceiling for a moment in the regained peace. Listening to his breathing, he thought about how much work he had to do today. He told himself to leave the bed and start the day, but he was too comfortable to get up just yet.

After sliding "Riverboat Days" out of its box, he set the vinyl on the turntable. He positioned the stylus casually with muscle memory, then switched on the whole sound system he had built there.

"Good morning, Ms. Elizabeth, how are you today? Quite thirsty I see." He asked, gently brushing a finger under one of the plant’s leaves. He tilted the glass and watched the water flow onto the soil. Pulling the curtain back a bit with his finger, he peeked out; it was a beautiful morning with no one outside. The sun was beginning to rise brightly, painting the nature in a warm, happier light.

Roy decided to leave home early to enjoy a bit more time outdoors, after brewing his morning coffee and having breakfast. He grabbed his coat and unlocked the door, taking a moment to stand in the doorway and feel the pleasant warmth of the sun on his face. The ocean ahead was perfectly still and lonely. Why not accompany it?

He walked along the seaside on a walkway, his eyes sometimes lost in the waves, sometimes admist the clouds, and random pebbles or sand that were unintentionally carried onto the path by people who stopped by the shore before using it. He took in the crisp morning air and sat on the same bench that he had rested on everyday, and then thought about how misunderstood the pigeons were.

The plane landed right after passing the border, and then the passengers were transfered into a giant drone for their next flights. Another hour later, all of her flights were finally over. As soon as Mollie got off from the drone, she noticed the floor was constantly trembling with all the giants walking around. She exited the airport and followed the subway sign into a huge see-through tube. From the outside, the edges of the tunnel were slowly descending ramps for giants to not trip and fall.

She took a seat on the train, and even after trying to memorise the stop she was supposed to get off at, she still failed. Then she pressed the power button of her phone. It didn't light up, except for the infamous empty battery sign. No battery. No battery?

Great. She was going to be late and leave the worst first impression.

"Fuck!" She really wanted to throw her phone and watch it break, but she convinced herself not to. It was FULL this morning! She didn’t use it on the plane, nor at the airport, nor in the subway before that. The universe seemed like it really wanted to watch her suffer; no one else was in the cabin that she could ask for help. And the airport was filled with a crowd of human passengers like her. Not even one person headed the same way?

"Found the perfect day to mess with me, you shithead!" She cursed.

After impatiently waiting for the next station so the train would emerge from the ground, she got off to ask for some help. As the train left, it felt like the time also slowed down, just so she would be even later to work. The view above ground was bizarre, with everything being huge and tall. Next to the station was a tree, which must’ve been the same height as the highest skyscrapers she ever saw and as thick as a three story building. Each piece of bark seemed longer than both her femur and tibia together. Yes, while cool, trees weren't helping her get to work. Right next to the tree was a giant sitting on a bench. She looked around for any humans but no one else was here.

You know what? Fine.

She made her way through the station to find an elevator or stairs that could take her to the giant’s level. Finding an elevator tucked away way back in the building, she got in and impatiently waited for the ride to be over. The elevator dinged as the doors slid open, the fresh air welcoming on the balcony waiting outside. She stepped out and looked up and up, until she could see his face then his rusty hair. His gaze seemed to be fixated somewhere between the ocean waves. His expression didn't say much but he looked friendly enough... From the outside at least. Not that she had many options.

"Hey! Sir!" She yelled to get his attention.

The stranger turned around to look at the sudden sound.

She studied him to decide if he was friendly or not. He had kind, hooded hazel eyes with a mark under his left one.

"Yes?"

Roy waited for an answer but there was none.

"How can I assist you, miss?" He had a lower voice than she'd expected and a received pronunciation accent that she thought matched his appearance.

"I'm trying to go to a game corporate that's supposed to be around here somewhere? And how I can get there?"

"There is one a few streets ahead.. I'm afraid I don't have much knowledge about human transportation. Although, I'm certain that the one you just got off of passes through there." To her luck, he only knew about this specific station. Its stops were always on his path to work, and they were quite easy to notice from above the ground.

"Oh, you've gotta be kidding me! How much I have to wait for the next?" Mollie was so stupid, she felt like even a can of hairspray was smarter than her right now.

"I'm not certain..." Roy trailed off.

"But you're sure the underground has a stop there, right?"

"I am, yes."

"...How many stops from here to there?"

He knew there was one near the art gallery and one near the art-nouveau building which he never failed to look at when he was passing by. "It's two, I suppose."

"Two? Do you think I could walk there?"

Roy took a few seconds to think about his answer. He didn't want to sound disrespectful nor as if he looked down on her. "...Are you in a rush?"

"Yeah, a little... Ah, forget it. No way can I make it on time on foot. I'll just... wait." Mollie sighed in annoyance. She was tired of waiting and walking and waiting and walking again all day... And the other problems of today. She hated today. She wanted it to be tomorrow already.

"...I'd offer to carry you there but–"

She laughed nervously, cutting him off. "...Thanks though."

The giant gave her a small, kind smile. He pulled himself back and she went back to the ground. She found it cool that subway stations were like malls, even though not as big or comprehensive. She could buy stuff, drink coffee, and eat if she wanted to. Maybe she could free herself from preparing lunch at home today.

A train reappeared from the ground shortly.

"Have a nice day!" Mollie called out to the giant as she got in the vehicle.

"Good day, miss."

The sunlight disappeared as the subway dived underground.

Mollie stood between the giant automatic door and the human-sized one. When she craned her neck, she could hardly see the top of the giant one. Oof. The giants were so big. She walked through the door her size, and the atmosphere inside immediately overwhelmed her. Not because it was noisy or something similar, but because it was dead silent –Well if you don't count the distant keyboard clicking from the receptionist– the room was so vast. The clean, off-white tiles seemed to stretch miles ahead of her, until a plant, the receptionist desk or the other furniture weighed down on them. She felt like she was right in the middle of everything, so out in the open. There wasn't anything she could hold onto if she fell, nothing to hide behind if she felt like hiding.

The floor started to tremble as a dark haired woman with a nice blue dress came in from one of the doors. The rhytmic trembling along with the click of her steps grew increasingly stronger as the giant woman came closer.

"You must be Mollie Jefferson." Her voice was pretty squeaky for a giant. She stopped a safe distance away from her.

"Yeah, I am." Mollie needed to crane her neck more than she would've liked just to see her face. She was really starting to get bored of looking up.

"You're sixteen minutes late, but I'll let that go for today. I'm Mrs. Smith, let me show you around. We don't have many human workers here, sadly."

"That's alright. I figured as much." All that rushing and she was late regardless. Mollie at her best...

The giant took a single step that carried her god knows how many feet away. She then pointed down at a white thick box near the door that Mollie later realized it was actually not a box, but a column that extended to the ceiling with huge glass windows way above her head… and it was also an office building. "This is where you'll work. There's an elevator so you can get to your office, which has the number of 05 on it. I'll email you the adress of your hotel room."

"Classy."

"Let's visit the break room. There’s one in the human workspace too." Mrs. Smith started walking away from Mollie as if she could catch up with all of her luggage. Not like she could catch up without her luggage.

Her boss disappeared after passing through a door. She could’ve at least picked her up. Her one step equaled like forty of Mollie's. And damn didn't this woman have some heavy steps. It wasn't a big issue, but she'd probably have a hard time adapting to walking with her if she could ever catch up. She really needed to stop judging... No, she wasn't judging was she? These were just mind statements. Did that mean judging? Okay, then excuse her for having a bad day.

Then the giant woman was rushing back.

“Can I pick you up?”

Mollie didn't do anything other than ficusing how much her legs hurt when her boss suddenly folded in half and loomed over her.

"Yeah, go ahead."

Ms. Smith wrapped her manicured fingers around her to lift her up to a dizzying height. Her whole body- except for her head- was completely covered by her fist. The movements were rough and her grip was making it hard to breathe. She was obviously not experienced with humans.

"Sorry about that, but my time is limited."

"It's alright... But maybe loosen your grip a little?" Mollie forced out.

"Oh, of course. I'm sorry." She loosened her fingers a bit, but they pressed into her still a little harder than she would’ve liked, but she didn't push it more.

"This is the break room. The vending machine is just back there. And there's both stairs and elevators if you ever want to get up on the tables or counters."

The break room had such a boring color palette with the stereotyped moody blue and a lighter sadder blue, accompanied by white and grey. The room had an "L" shape; in the shorter bottom line of the "L" was the kitchen that had a microwave, a stove, a fridge and probably some snacks and glasses in the small cupboards. The main part had a couch, a coffee table, two other larger tables behind the couch, a bunch of chairs and a TV. It also looked like there was a game console to the TV. That was definitely the highlight here.

Mollie jolted with a sudden movement from her boss when she gestured to one of the doors. "My office is just there if you ever need me. Now you should probably get to work. I'm guessing you already know the details of the project."

"Yeah, I do."

"Great. Good luck."

Her boss took her to the human workspace, put her back on the ground, then left.

She navigated between the rooms until she found her office, and as soon as she sat down, thanked God that being tired existed so she could feel the sweetness of actually resting. She put on some music and sat with herself for a bit, before making three rough storyboards of the same scene, where a woman placed her child on a shelf.

The first day was finally over. She definitely hated the vibe of literally everything about this building. The actual drawing part was fine though. She was just glad she was going home... Well, more like her hotel room. But it was still "home" in a way, wasn't it? She really felt like watching a movie and extending her legs and just finally relaxing.

As she opened the door to leave work, she noticed the same giant she met at the station. The one that helped her. She felt bad that she was a little rude to him this morning.

He effortlessly moved his colossal body with much gentler steps than her boss, despite being noticably taller than her. Mrs. Smith really did have heavy footfalls, didn't she? She ran as fast as she could to catch up to his immense speed, but then remembered that here on the giant side, she was just a little over two inches tall, so she just decided to yell to get his attention again.

"Hey! You were a great help today, thank you! I'm sorry for being rude this morning!"

Roy turned back to look at the source of the small voice. His eyes stuttered for a second as they searched for her. He smiled warmly when he spotted her barely visible silhouette on the ground, a few meters away from him.

After standing there for a few moments he reminded himself that he had to reply. "...I hope you had a nice day, miss."

"Thank you! But my day sucked! I hope yours was fine though!"

He looked down at his feet, then at her again. "...Then I hope you'll have a nice tomorrow."

"What about the day after tomorrow? And the day after that?" She yelled back playfully.

"I hope they will be nice as well."

That night, Roy thought about Mollie a little longer than all the ither thoughts that rushed through his mind.

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Hello everyone! Finally i could finish the first chapter and got the two weirdos to meet!!!

This has been in my notes app for far too long

I'm sure I'll get better at writing!!

I'm so glad I can finally make this into a thing since i was way too impatient with the comic and it lacked the buildup.

THIS version is the canon one!!!

@justagiantpotato helped a SO MUCH with editing !!!!

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hangup119 · 11 months ago

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FEELS LIKE A THRILLER! ᯓᡣ𐭩

18. all's well that ends well word count | 3k

YOU’VE BEEN FRIENDS WITH ANTON LEE SINCE YOU CAN EVEN REMEMBER. You met each other as kids, forced to hang out with each other at a house party his parent’s had invited your family to. Given that you two were around the same age in comparison to the other kids who were still oblivious babies or whiny toddlers, it was only natural for you and Anton to gravitate towards each other: wherever he went you would follow, your fondest memories with him being when you both constantly abused your ‘big sister’ and ‘big brother’ privileges to boss the other kids around.

But in comparison to you who always got a little too mean towards the little kids, Anton was much more lenient; it was why they often favored him over you, which you didn’t really mind. That meant they’d bother you less during parties. But it was still you who hung out with Anton the most and it was you who stuck to his side even if the younger kids didn’t really want you around. Then middle school came, and you two gradually drifted apart until you had your own set of friend groups in high school—you were off with Minji and Sunoo and Taesan and Jaehyun and Danielle, and he was constantly surrounded by other guys you didn’t really care about (all except for a certain someone, of course, but that’s later on into the future). The house parties happened less and less, the little kids grew up and eventually left the two of you alone, and it was only until he found out about your little crush on Seunghan did you and Anton finally start bringing back the friendship that was slowly becoming forgotten.

Anton is… a good kid, which is why everyone is always drawn to him. He’s always had a heart as big as his head, so perhaps the reason why you’re this nervous about meeting with him after what seemed like days since your fight is because you don’t want to lose him again. Drifting apart is natural, friends fight—you know all that, but at the very least you did not want to end it on bad terms. You don’t want your last memories of your childhood best friend being bitter, which is why you must absolutely not mess this one chance up.

“…Did you ever, like, have a crush on him?” Seunghan inquires slowly, tapping his pen against his chin languidly as he sits on the floor beside your bed.

You give him a small, questioning glare. “Why do you ask?” you start, suspicious. “Because you think girls and boys simply can’t be friends?”

Seunghan shrugs. “Yeah?”

“Wait, really? You really think that?” your shoulders slumped.

“I mean,” Seunghan says, leaning back on your bed. “Anton’s pretty handsome, surely you’ve had a crush on him when you were younger, right?”

You consider it. “Hmm… well, I guess I did.”

“Really?” Seunghan seems more shocked rather than appalled. You hoped that was a good thing.

“In seventh grade, I think,” you clarify, “that was when he started getting…cute, I guess, and he was also getting more involved in swimming. Everyone started finding him attractive too, so it wasn’t just me. It was like being attracted to him was the new trend, or something.”

“What happened after that?”

“Well, he got a girlfriend around that time, so I quickly lost all the interest I had in him. I think I was super in-denial about it, too, so it’s not like anything would have happened between us because I didn’t want it happening at all,” you blandly respond. “Anyway, whenever I think about dating Anton, I just keep remembering about how he’d always cling and cry to his mom for hours when something didn't go his way back when we were little. So, major turn-off.”

Seunghan laughs loudly, and you watch him fondly as he tries to regain his senses. “Seriously?” he asks, tilting his head to the side.

“Seriously.”

Seunghan looks at you thoughtfully. “So you lost interest in him because he got a girlfriend, but why wasn’t it the same when it came to me?”

You pause, blinking slowly at him as shock invades your expression. Seunghan merely stares right back at you, an easygoing smile on his face while he waits for your response.

“I…” your words lose you, and you desperately try to grab at them. But Seunghan is patient, he waits for you to gather them, leaning his cheek against the cap of his knee while he sits beside you on the floor of your room. “I don’t… know?”

His smile widens. “You don’t know?”

You feel your face flush. “Well, I mean,” you start off bashfully, looking away from his prying gaze. “This and that are different… I knew Anton way before I started crushing on him, but I barely knew you. Plus, I realized I just saw him as a brother, but you… we weren’t even friends in the first place…”

Your face is probably as hot as a whistling kettle after you finished talking, and Seunghan’s amused smile isn’t helping your situation in the slightest.

“Don’t start teasing me,” you grumble, and Seunghan just laughs again, moving closer to pinch your cheek.

“But you’re so cute,” Seunghan coos, inching closer while you attempt to push his invasive hands away from your face. “You’re my cute girl, the cutest ever, I just wanna—”

A loud knock interrupts him, and you jump at the sound.

“Anton,” you gasp, staring back at Seunghan with wide eyes.

His silence enables you to aggressively push him away from you, and he gently stumbles back into the opposite way as you scramble to get onto your feet. He gives you an offended look, and you look back at him with an apologetic expression only to be met with a playful roll of his eyes. You hype yourself up as you make your way to the door, before opening it without further ado.

Anton blinks down at you. “Oh, hey,” he casually says.

“Hey!” you respond, suspiciously a little out of breath.

Anton glances at Seunghan who’s keeping himself busy with his laptop by the back, looks at your flushed face, before making a disgusted expression. “Ew, don’t tell me you two were making out just now…”

Seunghan freezes, the tips of his ears turning red while your jaw almost hits the floor.

You instinctively hit Anton’s arm. “No, we weren’t, idiot!”

He yelps, nursing his arm. “Ow! You didn’t have to hit me, jeez… I came here in peace, and this is how you treat me?”

You cringe. “Sorry…”

Anton quickly digresses. He meets your hesitant gaze, quietly asking, “Can we talk outside?”

“Oh, uh, sure,” you blinked. There it was—the Anton you knew when you were kids, always so shy despite being in the company of his friends. But the situation is a little more than just that, so you understand where he was coming from. “In the hallway?”

“Yeah, it won’t be quick,” Anton confirms as you step out of the room, taking one last longing look at Seunghan, who merely sends you back a reassuring smile as if he was saying ‘goodluck!’ to the both of you. (You refrained from eating your fist at how cute he looked.)

Out in the hall, the air turns into suffocating awkwardness you never thought you’d have with Anton Lee. You don’t remember being this… tense around his presence, as if you’re walking around eggshells around him no matter how nonchalant the two of you tried to act. You try to recall the last time you felt this awkward around him, but you can only come up with the brief moment in middle school when you harbored a crush on him that hadn’t even lasted a week. You had felt awkward around him because viewing Anton in a romantic light never really seemed that appealing, but that feeling had immediately washed away when you realized all you ever wanted out of him was his friendship and nothing else.

Of course, you can’t say the same about Anton. It’s not as if you can read his mind despite knowing him for so long now, but now you wonder if he’s experienced the same feelings you once did. And, in some part of you, you wonder if he harbors any romantic feelings for you right now—even if the rest of your friends tried to hide it, you weren’t oblivious to Jaehyun’s knowing glances whenever you and Anton were in the same room.

You just didn’t want to acknowledge such things ever again, not when your friendship with him has been sailing pretty well these past few years already.

Well, until now, that is.

“So…” you trail off, looking at his shoulder instead of his face.

“I’m sorry,” Anton immediately says, voice quieter than ever.

Oh.

“I shouldn’t have acted so weird after promising I’d set you up with Seunghan,” he continues, scratching his nape. “I never meant to insinuate that your feelings for him were shallow. I know how much you like him, but I ended up projecting my doubts into you and ruining our friendship in the process anyway. I honestly really, really wanted you guys to get together because I know that’s what makes you happy, and it’s also what makes Seunghan happy, so—”

“I forgive you, Anton,” you interrupt, before looking down at the floor. “And I’m also sorry; I shouldn’t have cornered you like that in the groupchat. I just… I just hated the thought of you disapproving of my relationship with him, even though you were only worried about us. And I don’t blame you for being suspicious of me, too, because I was honestly starting to falter during the first stages of becoming close with Seunghan, but I ended up really liking him anyway. And I’m glad you helped us get closer, really; I just wish we went about our concerns differently and honestly.”

“Yeah,” Anton agrees, smiling lightly, “but it’s okay now. You got your man, and I did my job. We’re all good. Right?”

“Yeah,” you repeat. “Life is good.”

“Eh, well, not… really? I have a composition assignment due in forty-eight hours and I haven’t gotten a single note in,” Anton says dryly. “I need to lock in right now.”

You push him, and he looks back at you in offense. You smiled, saying, “Lock in with us, then. We were just doing homework, for your information.”

Anton grumbles. “Yeah, right… I’d still third-wheel anyway.”

“Don’t be a big baby, ‘ton,” you roll your eyes. “We’re not gonna kiss in front of you.”

“Please don’t put that image in my mind. I’ll vomit right in this hall.”

“And I’ll make you clean it up, then I’m gonna tell your mommy how good of a job you did.”

“Kay why ess.”

You pause, looking at him thoughtfully. Anton slowly looks back at you, and you send him a small smile.

“...Thanks for looking out for us,” you say, quietly, “you’re a—...you’re a good best friend.”

“Naturally,” Anton snorts, and you give him a blank look. He quickly feigns a cough, saying, “You’re my best friend, too. Of course I’ll look out for you.”

It feels like a weight has been lifted off of your shoulders.

“...Can you believe that I had a crush on you during seventh grade?” you joke, intending to lighten the mood.

“Yeah?” Anton raises a brow at you, surprisingly unfazed.

You blink.

“Wait, seriously?”

“Yeah, I knew you liked me at that time,” Anton casually replies. “But then you started liking Intak from choir. By the way, he also knew you liked him—he told me at our last concert.”

“What?! How?!”

“...You’re not that slick, you do know that, right? The only reason Seunghan never knew was because you barely talked to him.” Anton explained dryly, sending you a disapproving look. “You were too—admirer-like. It gets sad to look at sometimes. Those four years could’ve been shortened to, like—I don’t know, three months? If you just freakin’ talked to him or something.”

Your eyes narrow. Anton raises his arms up in defense.

“But all’s well that ends well, right?” he quickly says, voice laced with a tinge of panic. “Let’s not drag this scene out now…”

You sigh in response, but oblige nonetheless. “You’re right. All’s well that ends well.”

You smile at Anton again, feeling content. You hope he shares the sentiment.

Just in time, Seunghan pops his head out from your door, looking both ways before finding the two of you crowding to the right. The creaking sound the door made as it opened forces yours and Anton’s attention towards the interruption, only to find a sheepish Seunghan stare right back at you.

“You guys have been out here for a while—just checking,” he says, ruffling his already messy black hair. “My bad.”

Although he tries to play it off with an air of nonchalance, you think you sense a hint of worry in his tone regardless. The thought makes you both uneasy and excited at the same time, which shouldn't even make sense but it just does.

Because Seunghan’s your boyfriend. And sometimes boyfriends get jealous when their girlfriend’s are alone with another guy. God, you shouldn’t be liking that sentence as much as you actually do.

“It’s all good, man,” Anton assures, waving a hand placatingly. Awkward again, but that’s none of your concern anymore—that’s just how Anton is anyway. He bites the inside of his cheek, flickering his gaze between the two of you. “Um, so… I think I’ll go now. See you guys later.”

“What?” Seunghan exclaims, a little too dejected. “So soon? You should stay and study with us. I know you still have that composition assignment to work on, and if you go back to your dorm now I know Sungchan’s just going to distract you.”

Anton winces. “Erm… I think I’d rather have that than third whe—”

You interrupt him. “He’s right! We’re better company than Sungchan anyway. Stay. Let’s get some food or something. And pull an all-nighter or whatever.”

Seunghan nods excitedly. Anton looks at the both of you incredulously.

“What the heck? You guys haven’t even been dating for a month, yet you’re already so in-sync of being annoying,” he says. “You’re quite literally making me pick between two evils right now.”

“So you’re staying?” Seunghan asks, grinning widely. You share the same, hopeful expression. “The lesser evil is definitely us, right?”

“...I’m not so sure about that.”

“Pleaaaaase, Anton, we promise we’ll be good, supportive study-buddies!” Seunghan needlessly insists. And you should be a little irked that your boyfriend’s begging another man to hang out with you two, but you surprisingly aren’t. One more company didn’t hurt, after all.

So Anton can’t even believe what he’s about to say next:

“Fine, but Y/N’s paying for food!”

You and Seunghan immediately cheer.

“Wait, what?” you ask dumbly.

But you eventually relent as the other two start making their way down the hall, an echo of a nonsensical conversation picking up. At least it didn’t take that much of a resistance from Anton to agree to yours and Seunghan’s invitation, and sure, it would’ve been nicer to just hang out with your boyfriend, but you also didn’t mind having your best friend tagging along as well. He was, after all, most of the reason why the two of you got together in the first place, so you more or less owed it to him. Plus, a hang out will slowly dissolve that suffocating awkwardness that has been circling between the two of you these past few weeks despite having already made up just minutes ago anyway, so really—all’s well that ends well.

When you finally catch up to them, Seunghan is the first one to speak up.

“So, Anton, was there ever a time you liked Y/N?”

The two of you practically choke on air.

“Excuse me,” you say.

Anton’s response is quieter. “You heard us…?”

Seunghan laughs. “Sorry, I got curious…” he says although he doesn’t sound all that remorseful. “Did you, though?”

“How can you just ask that?” Anton squeaks out.

“No, wait, I’m curious too!” you exclaim. “I can’t just be the one who had feelings for you at some point—you know how embarrassing that is?!”

Seunghan nods along. “Yeah! So embarrassing!”

“You guys are crazy, you’re literally her boyfriend!” Anton cries out, before slowly turning away. “...And yes, I did like her back at some point.”

You almost trip on nothing. “What?”

Anton awkwardly avoids your gaze.

Seunghan hollers, and you send him a pointed look. He quiets down.

You look concerningly horrified when you ask Anton. “Wait… you’re for real? When? Why? How?”

“In seventh grade,” he replies meekly. “It just happened, I guess.”

You and Seunghan almost go into shock.

“Holy shit,” he whispers, staring at Anton with wide eyes. “You guys could’ve been—oh, my God. Wow.”

“Wait, so if you knew I liked you, then why didn’t you…?” you trail off, confused.

Anton rolls his eyes indignantly. “By the time I did have feelings for you, you were already over it. What was I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know—fight for her?” Seunghan suggests. “Such a wasted opportunity…”

“Dude,” Anton says dryly. “If I did that, you guys wouldn’t be dating right now!”

“Oh, right.”

You snort. “I guess it just means we aren’t meant for each other, huh?” you joke.

Seunghan almost looks sad. “Well, when you put it like that… I guess it really was a ‘right person, wrong time’ kind of situation, huh?”

“Yeah,” Anton says. “I like this outcome better, though. I like you guys together.”

You look at him pitifully. “Anton, you don’t have to be sad…”

“I’m not sad.”

“We’ll find you a partner soon… for all the help you’ve given us… I mean, they probably won’t be as cool and awesome as me, but at least you won’t be lonely anymore…”

“No thanks. Can we just go get food now?”

“No, really, Seunghan and I are always here for you. You helped us, so now it’s our turn to help you—what do you think of Wonyoung? She’s pre-med.”

“Oh! I know someone who’s friends with her, what do you think? I think you guys would be a good match.”

“Go to hell, the two of you.”

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honghwalvr · 1 month ago

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2 > 3

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genre: fan fiction, friends to lovers, college/highschool themes

wC: 1k

- synopsis: after taking a bad fall and losing your memories, seonghwa, your best friend, takes it upon himself to make you remember him and in the process, you both remember how much you love each other

pairings: senior!seonghwa x senior!reader

- warnings: amnesia, underage drinking, swear words, smut

Going “Home”

After Seonghwa explained everything that had happened, you were thunderstruck.

"I jumped off this Kai guy's garage?! Wow, I would've never guessed I was so daring."

"You usually aren't," Seonghwa said, now that the room was empty except for the two of you. "But high school parties always brought out that spontaneity in you," he smiled.

"How long did it take to bring me back to life?" you asked curiously. This guy had brought you back from almost drowning.

"A little longer than it should have with CPR. I was worried sick about you; I thought I messed up big time until you woke up. Then the interesting thing happened..."

Your brows furrowed. "What 'interesting thing'?"

"You asked who I was. That's right when the ambulance came rushing into the yard and took both of us. Your parents, Hyejin and Junso, didn't believe me that you had forgotten me until now, when it's clear you've forgotten them too."

You nodded sullenly. "That must really suck for them, that I can't remember them. It'll take a while to get used to them being my parents and stuff, growing back into calling them Mom and Dad."

Seonghwa nodded. "You had friends other than me, just in case you were wondering. At school, you're part of the popular kids."

Your eyes widened. "I am? God, I must be pretty," you exclaimed.

Seonghwa nodded. "Yeah, you are. The prettiest girl in our grade—we're in our senior year, by the way. We're graduating in a week. But aside from that," he continued, standing up, "you're friends with the hottest guys in school."

You raised an eyebrow. "You must be one of them, I'm assuming?" He grinned, running a hand through his hair.

"Yeah. Then there's Kim Hongjoong, Jeong Yunho, Kang Yeosang, Choi San, Song Mingi, Jung Wooyoung, and Choi Jongho. You and Wooyoung are closest, after me, since you're close in age," he finished, and you nodded, sitting up in your bed.

"Do you know when I'm allowed out of here? I'm tired of being here," you grumbled, just as a nurse, doctor, and your supposed parents walked in.

"Good news, Kyung-jin—you can go home today!" the doctor said. Your brows furrowed once more.

"My name is Kyung-jin?"

"Yeah, Jeon Kyung-jin," the doctor replied with a smile. You nodded and repeated the name several times over in your head.

As you walked into your house, you gasped. The outside was already gorgeous, but the inside?

It was freaking magical.

"This... this is where I lived?" you asked your parents, turning your head to face them.

"Yes, dear. And I know it'll take some time to get used to everything, especially your room, but we'll be here for you," your mom said, rubbing a gentle hand on your back.

And although they were strangers in your mind, the feeling of motherly love was there.

"Let me take you to your room," Seonghwa said. He tagged along because your parents allowed him to. Not that you were complaining—it was nice to have someone your age around in these moments.

He helped you up the stairs, as you were on crutches because your leg didn't heal as well as your arm, which only turned out to be a broken hand anyway.

When you opened the door to your room, you gasped for the third time.

"The old me had good taste..." you said, walking in.

"Yeah. You were really into a lot of sex-song artists," Seonghwa said with a smile, his hands in his back pockets as he leaned against your doorframe.

"Chase Atlantic... I don't fully remember them, but I'm sure the second I hear a song, I'll be a fan all over again."

Seonghwa nodded before pushing himself off the frame and walking in behind you.

"You have some Polaroids of us and with us in here," he said, walking to your bed. It had a canopy, and around the square frame was a string connecting all the pictures Seonghwa was talking about.

"Woah... I was really friends with you guys," you marvel at all the pictures. "Who's who? I know which ones are you, obviously," you say, looking at all the photos Seonghwa placed on your desk.

"Well, that's San, the really buff one. That's Yeosang, the one who looks like he's under a stage. That's Mingi with the blue hair. That's Jongho; he's the youngest. That's Wooyoung, and right next to him is Hongjoong, and that's Yunho.

"You and I are the closest, but you and Wooyoung are also very close," Seonghwa explains, and you nod.

You point to the picture of Wooyoung and Hongjoong. "Who's the eldest? Between them, I mean."

"Hongjoong. I'm the eldest of our group, and you're right between Mingi and Wooyoung."

You nod again. "How does the group go in order?"

"Me, Hongjoong, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, you, Wooyoung, and Jongho. Nine freakishly hot teens," he says with a smile, and you grin.

"I can kind of see why we're close. Not that I can explain it, but I feel it," you say suddenly. Seonghwa smiles and puts all the photos back up.

"Here, let me help you to bed," he says, helping you crutch over and lay down comfortably on your bed.

"You'll probably still be on crutches up until graduation or the day before, so I guess I'll see you then. My contact in your phone is 'Mother' with a moaning emoji and a kiss emoji.

"Don't ask me why," he says with a smile, making you smile too.

"I feel like the old me had every right to name you that. What about the others? How will I know who's who, since I have such bizarre names for you all?"

"We have a group chat that you named. It's called 'A-Tease,' for some reason. You'll know by the profile pictures," he says as he walks over to your room door.

Just as he's about to walk through, you call out to him.

"Seonghwa?"

"Hmm?"

"Thank you."

He smiles before nodding. "No problem."

#kpop #ateez imagines #ateez yunho #ateez texts #ateez seonghwa #ateez x reader #ateez mingi #amnesia #ateez fanfic #ateez smut #ateez mtl #ateez #ateez hard hours

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blueishspace · 5 months ago

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Hero, Villain God 59

(Prev) (Next) (First)

*Scar's pov*

You never really liked hospitals, they are empty and dull and white and you go there only when something bad happens... Never a pleasant experience, you of all people have bad memories of them...

This time It's really silent too, the association pulled all the steps to keep Grian far from other patients, maybe to prevent his identity being discovered by someone wandering around.

Cub stops you in front of the door right before you can enter.

"Before we go in, Altostratus and Ocean Queen don't know Cuteguy's identity"

You forgot about that, you didn't even consider it... you feel awful, you got distracted and- not the time, you'll feel bad later, you can just ask Grian what he wants to do...yeah.

Altostratus crosses his arms and rolls his eyes. "And?"

You are the one to speak up this time around. "A-and the choice to reveal his identity is still his" Your words get caught up on eachother a bit but they must understand what you are trying to say.

"So, I'm going with Cub to ask him if he wants to do it." That should be ok right?

Altostratus goes to say something but is shushed by his wife (You are still shocked about that and no, you will not let this go, how did no one notice??). She nods in his place and hits him the head slightly when he tries to protest...

You open the door and step in, there is a corridor in front of you and at the end of it is Grian's room, as you do you hear Ocean Queen call Altostratus a "Nincompoop" from behind the door...you have no idea what that means and at this point you don't think you even want to ask.

Grian is waiting for you, you don't really question how he knew you were coming, as far as you know he just has been waiting like that for hours... You hope he hasn't done that. Maybe he just heard you! That makes more sense! You didn't really care about the noise you made so he must have noticed when you and Cub came in.

"Scar! Cub! Finally!"

He's excited? You of course It's good that he's doing good of, that's the most important thing, butbyou didn't expect this from someone who just woke up from almost dying. You just don't know how to feel, you expected him to be angry or sad or something, more then that it feels like you don't deserve to see him so happy since he got hurt because of you being careless.

"You can't believe how bored I was! Here all alone ... waiting!"

He was...bored? The room is mostly empty except for some medical machine stuff, that does seem like it would be pretty boring. You are wondering if your thought about him waiting for you the whole time might actually be what happened- Wait, you need to say something, you are usually a lot better at talking over thinking.

"Well, eh...no time to be bored with me here. And I brought friends!"

Cub nods and adds "They are heroes...but still, seeing them would have you reveal their identity to them, Scar insisted we ask you first. I agree with him."

...

Grian looks thoughtful, this is probably a really big choice for him so you understand he might need some time to make the choice-

"Sounds good to me!"

Nevermind! That was a bit fast though, you hope he doesn't feel like he has too.

"Are you sure Grian? You can say no, no one is-"

"Nah! I'm sure, bring them in! I wanted to meet the others for a while now anyway."

Oh. Oh? Oh! Well, that's good news then Cub nods again and leaves to get the others... Hopefully they'll get along well.

...

Well this is weird, Altostratus and Grian are just staring at eachother. Like they know eachother already??? I mean, Altostratus is a top hero so it makes sense for Grian to know OF him but this feels different, like they met face to face.

But you would know if something like that happened right? Grian would have definitely told you. Cub beats you to it though, you aren't surprised he noticed it too, he's very smart about these things.

"Do you two know eachother already?"

The two answer at the same time, Grian with a no and Altostratus with a yes....Ok so, something strange is definitely going on here, you akwardly look between the two. For a second Grian looks actually angry???? Frustrated at least. You don't think you ever seen him make an expression like that, it disappears immediately but you can swear it was there.

. . . Huh

*End of Chapter 11*

#trafficblr #traffic smp #hermitblr #hermitcraft #goodtimeswithscar #grian #joel smallishbeans #ldshadowlady #hero villain god au

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riteliso · 14 days ago

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SEASON 2

Hey sorry to everyone who hates how long that last post is when you're looking for fanart and shipping tidbits instead of a dissertation

But here's another

Shut the fuck up

ALRIGHT SO

we cold open on violence and fighting to bring us back into the setting, and we're quickly introduced to a miscellaneous status quo change that throws some people off

Frosta is nice now

Some people I've seen, it throws them off enough that the show kinda loses them, and I can understand that.

This is a show that lives by strong character writing, so an immediate tonal shift DOES feel strange. I'm not gonna deny that, and I'm not gonna say that the version of Frosta we get for the next little while isn't my least favourite version of her.

I think we end UP with a happy median. Where she's childlike, but she takes things seriously, and doesn't like to be talked down to. That's why she makes such a good character foil for Micah. I personally believe that's her at her best, but she also had a very strong introduction, so I can't BLAME people for getting attached to that version of the character, and disappointed when they take things in a different direction.

It's strange, and it's something that this show doesn't really-- DO. I get that it can be explained away in universe with her putting on a brave and uncaring and rough exterior for the ball she was hosting, but we also literally JUST saw her at the very end of season 1 and she was acting the same.

It's not a bad change, this version of her is fine, but it's unusual and in a perfect world the transition between the season 1 version of her and the version we end up with as the character gets more depth would have been smoother.

The splash screen is still the same >:(

I don't remember when they start changing I was hoping it'd just be once each season (with one exception) so that it'd be easy for meeeeeeeeee

Now I have to pay ATTENTION

UGH

VOICE DIRECTION

First off, it's odd that this isn't the first time that we've had a fake Catra.

Secondly, she sounds weird here in a way that's kinda hard to explain. She sounds kinda like a caricature of herself, which makes sense?

It's a tiny detail. But it kinda falls flat on your first watch because we just saw Frosta acting weird, anyway.

As with all holodecks in sci-fi, this one's primary use is lesbian sex

Also it's an amazing fight scene, I won't show YOU the frame-by-frames, but they're good frames

The amount of times she will be fighting Catra and we get to see her expression soften the moment she gets ANY amount of upper hand

If you pay enough attention to take a shot each time you'll be more of a wine mom than Shadow Weaver

We hear this in not strictly Catra's voice, it's distorted, because it's Lighthope speaking THROUGH Catra, not just EMULATING Catra.

Lighthope wants this cat dead. I mean I don't blame her I just don't agree with her reasoning of "I want this cat dead so that this lesbian follows my orders better"

Yeah :(

Also I don't believe her when she says it's meant for total accuracy

I think it's probably PRETTY accurate

But also it's based off of ADORA'S memories which is why Catra actually has the troublepuffs to hold her hand instead of being a whiny little baby.

Somehow Adora is under the impression that Catra is brave which is fucking insane

She's not brave she is just filled to the brim with unimpeded violent hubris

Catra thinks that the point of the myth of Icarus is that "at least his wings melted from the sun and not the sea"

Also it's been a month take note

Not for any particular reason, it's just good to know how long these breaks in time are

Girl me too and for equally stupid but very different reasons

As we learn later they weren't mistakes they were being a decent fuckin person

Do you think when nobody's around Catra puts on the glasses and kisses this robot

Or does she not because she doesn't like She-ra she still just likes Adora

You are such a pathetic show-off

MOUSE

Nah but fr the fear of stepping on a mouse is too real I don't wanna FEEL THAT

PEOPLE JUST POINT AND LAUGH AND SAY IM AN ELEPHANT WHEN I TELL THEM THATS MY REASONING

She really is bored

She needs a hobby besides vengence

Y'see when they actually fight she gets into such a slump and she's so ANNOYING about it

The moonstone is super-charged by the way

It doesn't hold much relevance and I guess that shows that due to the princesses uniting all of their powers have improved

Everyone is a bitch and they all hate each-other

#she ra and the princesses of power #spop #live watch #she-ra rewatch #she-ra

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theitaliansalad · 24 days ago

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rewarding all of my loyalists for their patience by posting yet another "pieces of hate 2.0" sneak peek.

the whole thing is coming soon, guys, I promise.

So, first game you come see and I lose, she starts, You might be my unlucky charm.

He laughs, Damn, first time I’ve been called that. I’m almost honoured.

Being a sport about it, with a smile on his face. Wearing jeans, a sweatshirt and a leather jacket. Drove here with his fancy car. People taking his pictures at all times. Plastered already all over the internet, having people, well, some people, those kind of people who love hating on things and on other people and on women, especially, those people, left wondering what’s a player like Pedri doing watching dumb chicks shaking asses running after a ball.

A true ass tightening game, Pedri offers

Makes her grin, despite the let down, Thank you for the compliment, she replies, But they trashed us.

You made them angry with that goal in the first leg, he says, shrugging, as if to say that’s how things go and why did she except anything else and he adds, Made Alexia angry.

Oh yeah, she’s let me know as much, she comments.

Pedri smiles.

And I think Pina traumatised your goalkeeper, he says.

Hannah? Mh, that might be, she nods, Sonia peels her eyelids back with tape and then forces her to watch hours of footage of Pina scoring on her to make her get over it.

Then Pina might not be the reason why she’s traumatised, Pedri comments.

Laughs, humming. Runs a hand through her hair. Fingers wet. He stares at her and she holds his stare. Doesn't know what to tell him, what to give him. Hanging in the balance. Both knowing and ignoring the reasons why they're here one in front of the other in a corridor at Cruyff's stadium. Even brought his mates along. They'd be there nonetheless, for Barça. But is he here for the same reason or is he here for that reason and also for her, on top of that? And if that's the case, does that make her happy? Closes her eyes for a second. Imagines it's Ryan in his place. Feels no excitement about that. She'd be fine with it, glad he made the trip to be there for her. He's not here, anyway. And Pedri's here out of convenience. They're all here for that. All of them here doing things because they feel good.

You were great out there, he tells her.

Chuckles, Doesn't feel like it, right now.

I know, but it will pass, he nods, You know what I do when I feel like that after a tough game?

What do you do?, she sighs.

I watch both legs of the 2014 Champions League quarter finals against Atletico, he says.

Frowns, trying to recall those games. Memory doesn't even go that back. Was a child.

Didn't Barça go out losing 2-1 on aggregate?

Pedri nods, They did, he confirms, But the year after that they won, and spectacularly so. That helps me, you know? Makes me understand that you can always come back. It's just a bad 90 minutes, not a bad season. Today it seems impossible but tomorrow, you already know you'll come back. Just not against Barça, sì?

Smirks, Not against Barça, sure. Gonna win this whole competition just out of spite so I can pull a Caldentey 2.0.

Hey, at least you're not Arsenal.

What, you don't like red either?, she asks.

Pff, he rolls his eyes, waving his hand in the hair, I look horrible in it.

Nods. Has to go with the rest of the girls. They're piling up one after the other, moving towards the exit where the bus awaits them. Getting away from here as fast as she can. He looks at old footage to feel better about his mistakes. She'd put her head in the sand. This loss is heavy. Losing in the WSL - well, firstly, that doesn't really happen, and when it happens, it's easier because the whole league feels alien to her. She's a tourist. Someone who's just passing through. Champions League is different. Harder by design and by definition, yes. Losing against Barça, however, against the team that's put her out there, it hurts just a little more. Losing against the girls she's learned to call friends, the ones who welcomed her when she was just another climber coming in from Barça B trying to do something of herself, that's gut wrenching. Losing against Alexia, however, that's deeper. It's like losing to her and losing her at the same time. The confirmation that she's not good enough. That there's this distance between them that won't ever be gone. Never going to be truly equals. By the time Xenia rises to her full potential, Alexia will hang the boots.

Feels that day hunting her already. Patiently waiting on the horizon, rifle in hand, waiting to shoot them all down once the time comes. Time's a hunter itself.

It's nice that you came, she tells him.

Of course, he nods, then smiles, I keep an eye on all great players.

I see, she bites her lip, You came for LJ, then.

Shakes his head, laughs, and slightly touches her arm, half a shove, a playful game. Asks her for a picture to commemorate the moment because he won't ask for her jersey, can't. Taking the picture, wraps his arm around hers and she throws in a thumb up, smiles for the camera, wet hair and almost dead eyed, beaten by the loss. Tells him to think of a witty caption. Says he'll do his best. He goes in for a hug first, this time. Pats his back and smiles. Briefly, touches his cheek with her hand before she kisses his cheek, and then she's gone. Leaves him with empty arms, with only a vision of herself, an illusion.

Wishes she could pass out in the bus. Head resting against the window, earphones in. Can't even relax or pay attention to her music playing. Going back and forth thinking about the game. Starting to forget moments of it. Won't remember any of it in a few hours. That's why they always look at footage, 'cause they forget. Rinse and repeat. Playing day and day out, some games, they all become the same. But some you remember, always. Alexia, she remembers them all. Obsesses about ever single details. Remembers every second of all those 90 minutes. Goes over games times and times again, replays them all in her head. Got Aitana to yell at her once, told her to knock it off and leave them be and Alexia yelled back at her and the two of them started fighting right there and then in the locker room, in Catalan, didn't understand a single word but it looked bad; and then Irene stepped in and grabbed Alexia by the arm and told her to shut up and go take that shower and silence filled up the whole locker room and she thought Alexia would yell at Irene, too, but she didn't. Grabbed a towel and showered and didn't say a word for the next two days, not even at training. Found her going over videos of that cursed game with Aitana on the third day.

Sleepless. Hotel room in Barcelona. Used to share an apartment with a few girls here. Old teammates from Barça B are still there, probably. Doesn't keep up with any of them, really. Girls probably hate her for moving on. Still fond of them. Thinking maybe she should be the one to reach out. Still in the darkness, under the covers. Can't get her brain to shut up.

Gets a text at three in the morning from Alexia. Woman gotta sleep nine hours but not on Champions League night. That's the exception. Says she never sleeps after a Champions League game. Too much adrenalin on her. Sent her a link to a YouTube video.

Even added: buenas noches, nena.

Bites her lip. Clicks the video open. First thing she sees, Lucy Bronze in the press box of Cruyff's stadium where she's allowed to shoot her FIFA sponsored show when she analyses games live. Lucy, a big table in front of her, a sports journalist on her side and on the other side of the table, stands Jenni Hermoso. First time catching a live glimpse of her since that Olympics final. Never had any official ceremony for her retirement. Refused all of the honours. Pina got her number in the National Team and just like that - Jenni Hermoso, now a ghost. Seen just a bunch of pictures of her since then. Working for Atletico Madrid, officially, as an insider. Not really part of the coaching stuff, but working for the club. And on the side, has this gig with Bronze and also comments games for DAZN every once in a while. Not too shabby. Knows what she's doing. Growing the game from the outside. With her opinions, with her ideas, with her experience. Atletico's now in the second place of the league. Kicked off Real Madrid. Now just a bunch of points away from Barça. Means whatever Jenni was brought in for it's working.

Almost scared to click play on the video. Uploaded only an hour ago. Takes a deep breath and taps her finger on the screen. Whole thing is in Spanish with English subs. Bronze talks about the game. Not that good of a performance from Chelsea. Tactical analysis, praising Barça. Discussing players. Gets a grin on her face. And it goes like this:

Jenni, we must talk about her, now. Your little shadow. Xenia el-Haddad. On loan to Chelsea. What do you think? Is she coming back to Barça next season?

Ball’s in Jenni’s court, now. Smiles as she starts answering the question.

Absolutely, Xenia is coming back for sure. She is young and she is a brilliant player. We’ve seen as much with Chelsea, even if today she’s struggled a bit more, but this is a player who comes in and changes the game. Brings the chaos in, rattles the other team. Very quick, already, very inventive and intuitive. Bold as well and Barça likes that. She's a playmaker, runs, scores, creates chances, can decently defend when she has to.

And just imagine how she's going to improve and evolve.

Clearly, yes. And she's also mastering the false 9 role and Barça hasn’t been able to work with a good false 9 in a while-.

It was you, no?, the last time, Bronze interrupts, once again smirking, The golden era, back then. We were all scared of facing you at some point. Do you think Xenia can be your Barça heir, so to speak?

Jenni laughs, flicks her hair back behind her shoulder, grins.

Pues, no sé, but if I did leave anything of myself at Barça I would be very happy if she picked it up. Very promising player. I look forward to see her back here. Barça’s her team, her style and it’s where she needs to be.

Video fades to black and ends after that.

Shocked, incapable of moving at first. Doesn't even know if she's still breathing. Ears booming like when you spend too long in a club, when the stadium’s filled up to the brink and the drums are too loud and so are the cheers and anthems. Scared of having hallucinated all that. Every single word. Rolls the video back. Watches it all over again. Still the same words. Still Jenni standing there in front of Lucy Bronze, wearing a long, black coat, eyeliner and those mismatched irises of hers. Compelling person. Mesmerising. Holds everyone's attention on her.

She did leave something behind.

Has to know that.

If she never corrects anyone when they tell her she looks like the Jenni Hermoso. If she's learned to live wit it. Grew comfortable with that part of her identity, actually. If she started playing as a false 9 because of that resemblance. If she studies the game. If she works on improving every day. All of that, yes, because Jenni did leave something of herself behind. Spent so much time watching Jenni exist from afar. And now Jenni knows she exists as well. This person to whom she's never said one single word. A person who respects her without even knowing her. Some times, some days, forgets Jenni doesn't play anymore, that she lives on only in YouTube compilations and video tributes on the internet. Goes to bed some nights, thinking, Jenni's playing tomorrow, but she isn't. And it's hard to deal with it, to make peace with the fact that that chapter of both of their lives, both hers and Jenni's, is over. One of her pillars, gone. Felled by time and personal choices. Will be able to say: I played at Alexia Putellas' side; I lifted trophies with Aitana Bonmatì. Will never say: I played with Jenni Hermoso. Wrecks something inside of her.

Brings her hand to her face, covers her mouth. Finds wet skin. Tears rolling down her cheeks. In a second, all of the pain from the game they lost earlier - gone, erased. Taken over by something else. Some kind of distress, melancholia. Another kind of pain.

Jenni was there. Right up there looking down on the field at her while she was playing. And Alexia. The liar. Said she had her mother and sister over. True. Just not only them. Fuck knows what Alexia’s up to, these days, anyway. If anyone ever knows what she's up to at any moment. Been seeing reports of people seeing her around Madrid, in the sense that people have taken pictures with her in Salamanca and then at Parque de El Retiro and also in Chamberì. Smirks at the thought and shakes her head. Rolls the video back once more. Watches it again, right from the start. Cheeks end up hurting from smiling too much.

#woso #women football #futfem #woso fanfics #jenni hermoso #alexia putellas x jenni hermoso #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #aitana bonmati #irene paredes #aitana goatmati for the memes #lucy bronze #ona batlle #ona batlle x lucy bronze #pedri gonzalez #mariona caldentey #works: pieces of hate

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eternalera · 6 months ago

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tbh i feel like the real reason illumi turned out the way that he did (controlling, putting his family needs above his own, etc.) is mostly because he was the firstborn child in what was going to be a dumpster fire. like am i approving of his actions? hell no, but when you think about it... how else was he supposed to turn out?

cause he's their first kid so all of their attention is really on him until milluki is born and im pretty sure theyre around 5 years apart so he grew up with that for five years. and after they had milluki... yeah lets be honest for a second they probably realized he kinda wasn't worth training all that much and focused more on illumi which... YEAH PROBABLY NOT GOOD

and the reason that this is so bad is because he probably didn't interact with any kids when he was younger like at all. most likely because his parents told him not to and yeah, he (probably) listened. killua didnt of course as we see his interactions with canary but he didnt listen and thats probably because he saw how illumi turned out and was like 'oh that does NOT look good'

while illumi on the other hand really didnt have anyone to compare it with, to see like 'oh this is probably not a good thing' because that was his normal. and of course it's also killua's 'normal' but the difference is that killua was able to look at that and realize that that was not normal. illumi couldnt do that, being homeschooled and all he didnt grow up around people his age and yeah that made him kinda... eccentric in a way but still.

if you were put into a room with no memories and someone started telling you what to do obviously you're going to listen to them, especially when they're the ones taking care of you. youre gonna listen to them no matter what because in your mind they most likely care for you because you're still alive and such. however over time they might start molding you into something else.

now imagine that same scenario getting put into a room with no memories and such except there are other people in the room with you, one of them has obviously been there the longest but that doesnt matter because there are other people and you realize 'hey this is kinda fucked up' and you manage to leave.

thats basically how i picture illumi vs. killua in terms of what they realized growing up, of course personality is definitely a big factor but also who and what they grew up with helps.

like i truly believe that if killua was born first he'd be just as fucked up if not more fucked up than illumi (mostly because theyd HYPERfocus on him and stuff because they believe he's 'the strongest' or whatever)

yeah anyways thank for coming to my tedtalk ig

#dont get me wrong #i dont support any of illumi's actions #but it does kinda make sense #like given his childhood #hxh illumi #illumi zoldyck #hunter x hunter #illumi hxh #hxh #killua zoldyck #anwyas #i just thought it was interesting #i just like analyzing fucked up characters #and he is in fact very fucked up #might do killua next #and like why hes so attatched to gon...

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creatortools · 3 months ago

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Some changes to BvZ OC lore/Info

Okay. I got some questions answered by GBA and I’ll also like to clarify some things as well so I’m going to talk about my BvZ Ocs! Of course most of this info would not be 100% canon in GBA’s universe. And sorry for the yap session and bad grammar. It's a bit unorganized-

WARNING! MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE, DEATH, KILLING, ETC! HUGE HUGE HUGE YAP SESSION!

Wyvern:

GBA said that building humanoid robots are banned and any robot building is heavily monitored. But GBA also said that they will still build those humanoid robots and that there might be still might be humanoid robots roaming around.

So, Wyvern does builds his little robots in secret. He knows he’s technically breaking the law. But he doesn’t like how the rules are technically limiting his genius so, why not just do it? He doesn’t care anyway. Creating small animal robots is not as bad as creating a full on human.

GBA also said that people with bounties on their heads cannot become a bounty hunter, but if they were already bounty hunter before, then they can get a bounty on their heads. Wyvern is the only one out of the four that doesn’t have a bounty. All of them are registered bounty hunters, but the three other bounty hunters have all gotten a bounty on their heads after becoming bounty hunters. They all became a group after each and every one of them had a bounty on their heads because Wyvern hunting them all down individually on separate occasions. Wyvern, pitying them all (they were all in a low point of their lives), asked them to join him when each of them were defeated.

Wyvern, being cautious, is the only one who actually turns in bounties, because the rest of them are wanted.

Mammon:

For those who saw my discord message about each of their diets I want to clarify and change some things. I literally forgot that I did type up previously before this that Onis eat Human flesh (usually children), livestock and alcohol I believe. So originally, Mammon doesn’t just each children its humanoid flesh as well. He avoids eating them, but still occasionally gets bloodlust. The reason why he hates children is because they’re the reason for his bloodlust (That’s what he thinks but it’s usually humanoids in general). That’s why he doesn’t eat them often. It’s still pretty bad, Mammon isn’t a good guy. I apologize to you all for the miscommunication! 🙏

But I am changing this to that he and the rest of the Oni just eats livestock and alcohol and that Mammon just hates/fears children for a different reason. And I'm also adding on the fact that Onis get a bad reputation of eating humans/humanoids in this world. Mothers tell stories of Onis devouring bad behaved children to sort of scare children and make sure they don't go out at night. Those stories are definitely not true, of course since I changed this to them only eating livestock and alcohol.

GBA said that death works differently than what I expected. There is no ghosts rlly except for demons, which could work for Onis since they're technically a type of demon, not sure how that would work so I’m just going to change how Onis are “born”. I used to say that they are either evil people who have died or they are truly truly evil people who just turn into Onis on the spot. I’m changing it to only being the last situation, they just turn into one if they are truly evil people.

He became a bounty hunter just after he turned into an Oni (and lost all of his memories of his previous life). Something happened and got a bounty on his head and yeah. (I haven’t rlly thought this out for him)

Sakura:

Like I said before GBA said that death works a bit differently. Which means no real ghosts except for demons but exorcists would usually be paladins. I don’t really want her to become a paladin so I’m just going to work around this kinda. So now shes just a regular old bounty hunter but she’s not an exorcist but she’s just hallucinating. I was originally going to make her a spirit medium who can see ghosts and exorcize them but I’ll change this to make her more canon to GBA’s world.

Changing her backstory a bit. She became a bounty hunter after leaving her group after seeing the death of one of the members who was the closest to her. She was less than 100 years old at that point. She hallucinates about him constantly and has rlly bad nightmares. At one point she just snaps and goes on a rampage. That’s when she gets a bounty on her head. The hallucinations and nightmares lessened but have not gone away.

Ironhide:

Not much changes to her. Other than being a bounty hunter before getting an actual bounty. Not much changes to her.

Her backstory (from what I originally thought) is going to change a bit as well. She became a bounty hunter being influenced to do so by her pack. The pack believed that they were all monsters and that anyone could assassinate them at anytime. She hated them because they basically just kept on calling her a monster too. She eventually left that pack in a rage and also went on a rampage that gave herself a bounty.

And the rest is history

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Also, if you guys have any questions feel free to ask! But if you guys sent an ask before this, and I haven't answered, then I haven't gotten it. For some reason, even though there is no asks, it still says I have like 6? I have no one blocked, so I'm not sure if tumbr is just hiding actual asks from me or these are just phantom asks. I did test by sending myself asks and it popped up, so I'm very confused. Like uhh what’s happening?

You can always send asks of course but if you see that I'm posting and it's been like a day or two since you sent that ask, then just tell me that you asked in the comment section and type in your question there. This allows me to at least figure out if those 6 asks are just there for no reason or tumblr isn't showing asks. And it also makes me actually see your questions!

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@solzticesoulz here you go! I might change some things later on as well but here is what I have so far. I heavily apologize for the yap session, the miscommunication and bad grammar once again! <3

#good boy audios #goodboyaudios #gba bastards vs zombies #bastards vs zombies #bastard vs zombies #good boy audios bvz #gba bvz #bvz oc #bastard vs zombies oc #SORRY GUYS!

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amethyst-marshmallow · 2 months ago

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i just got the new deltarune newsletter!!!1 i was going through spamton sweepstakes again so heres some thigns i found :P

Ignore my tumblr notifications, i wanted my address bar to be visible so you could see the titles and links of all the pages

idk how much of this is new, but i havent seen most of it b4 so :3

One of my favs was the new rarecats game!

i got here by going to Noelle's blog, then clicking the word "clues" and getting the "egg" page, then clicking "secret cats" and, after reading, clicking the "try it yourself" text :3 its honestly fun just to play..

But!! if you get one of the rare angel wing cats, it spawns a window! click the window, and you get sent to a room like this:

The windows room!

All of the windows link to a different part of the site, each one being a scrambled version of "lost where the forest would grow." Most send to dogcheck, but eventually if you find the one with the unscrambled version of the phrase (or cheat and just type it in)(-note that theres a scroll bar!! there are more windows!!) it sends you to this page:

A page titled "ROOTS."

It's really pretty.. The tree moves up and down a little, and it looks like theres a picture of either the sky or the ocean (probably the ocean, given how the game already has connections with the ocean/water) in really high contrast?

If you click the tree, it plays a sound. Sounds like a piano note to me? Click it enough times (3 or 4 in a row?) and it sends you back to windows. But this time, all the windows now have a different scrambled phrase- except even harder, since last time it was just the words scrambled, but this time, its all the letters. The unscrambled version this time is "the poor children."

Find the window where its unscrambled, click it, (or just cheat again-) and get sent here:

Therapy.

At first, just a blank page. If you click and drag, you can actually draw on it though!!

Here i drew Four :)

It also does the thing where after you draw a while you "run out of ink" and the end of the trail disappears. I actually spent the longest time just drawing circles because it was really satisfying...

At first i thought that was it, but after i scribbled a while, i noticed something in the middle-

and well.

Look at that! A red tree :)

Of course, this links back to the egg page. Anyway, i decided to go back to the main page to do other stuff.

I only found onneeee other thing that i havent seen before- in the green room! (thats what the community calls it anyway)

As most know, there are a couple different ways of getting to the green room. The way i got there was at the alternate "silence" ending of Spamton Sweepstakes, by scrolling all the way down, and clicking the big "WHAT'S NEXT?" (since the newsletter links to this ending it was just easier- also i brainfarted on the other ways-)

This sends you to a part of the site called "ramb," and if you click the door it opens the green room!

There's a good handful of fun things here, but the thing i found (that i hadn't already seen before, anyway) was by clicking the little,,, bar.? (the red area) and going to "romb"

The title is "No one will shed a tear for him." Since this is the alternate ending to Spamton Sweepstakes where we decide to let him die (don't worry, if you forgot- we let Spamton live!) , this is probably about Spamton, saying no one would miss him. (i think ive seen this room before?? but i have a bad memory so it might be something else..)

Anyway, if you click the door, it leads you to a seemingly empty room, but if you drag your mouse, you can see that there is actually an invisible box!

(here it is blue because I selected it- why i said to drag your mouse) (also, it moves around in an infinity shape! so yeah :3)

If you wait then this page appears:

If you click on the empty spaces, it plays a funny noise,, like a sort of echoing "zoop" sound?? idk how to describe sounds sry guys TwT (the sound also plays when the page switches to this one)

I assume that its talking about how you didn't click the box, especially since you can't select the text for some reason? (idk what the crystal is about tho, tbf i was only looking at face value/how it directly related to what just happened so it will probably take on a different connotation once we find out what happens in chapter 3!)

anyway, if you click on the box instead of leaving it be, (you have to be pretty fast TwT) then it sends you to this page:

"chapter3"

All it says is "Not applicable." and the title is just "..." so idk. yah

maybe about how ch. 3 isnt out yet?? if thats the case, it may change after it comes out :0

Anyway!! those r all the things i discovered :3 hope this was neat,,

#:3 #deltarune #utdr #deltarune tomorrow #deltarune chapter 3 #deltarune newsletter #toby fox #deltarune news #deltarune website

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irisintheafterglow · 2 years ago

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alright @mididoodles since you're so determined to absolutely annihilate my psyche every time you press post, here's wonderwall hockey player!satoru x skater!reader

it couldn't be that bad to go a little later to the rink, right? right?

wrong, so very wrong.

on top of sleeping through your alarm, you couldn't find your skate guards after you carelessly tossed them on your desk the night prior. you ended up having to wrench them from your dog, nearly dropping your car keys in the trash in the process. by the time you were through the double doors and shivering against the frigid air, someone's already occupied your usual timeslot. sure, it was a free skate before doors officially opened, but years of going to the same rink established that you were the one on the ice at the asscrack of dawn. the ticket sellers knew it, the zamboni drivers knew it, even other skaters knew that you had first claim. everyone was aware of your seniority, it seemed, except for the lanky hockey player swinging pucks into a net on the far side of the ice. you lace up your skates and pray for him to leave, grimacing when he doesn't and hopping onto the rink anyway. if he hit you with a puck, the lawsuit would certainly pay for your next program's costume.

you tune him out the best you can and try to ignore the way his muscles stretch against his compression long sleeve, something much too light to be wearing for a typical hockey player. you don't skate close enough to see his face, but the corded muscle on his back was enough to have your face heating. his hair was nearly the same color as the ice, and he flipped it back every so often to get it out of his face. in another world where you weren't sharing the rink with him, you'd have found yourself with a little crush on him. the music in your earbuds isn't enough, however, to drown out the sound of the stick hitting the puck over and over and over again, not to mention the times when he misses the net and the puck ricochets off the walls of the rink. your jumps become messier than usual, as are your spins, and you can only accredit it to the other occupant of the rink. after barely a few minutes of trying to share and run through your drills without using half your space, you give up and make to leave. you'd just have to come back tomorrow and hope he wasn't there.

"hey, wait! i was just leaving," a vaguely familiar voice calls to your back. it's melodic and incredibly confident, borderline arrogant. "sorry i stole your spot; i have a game tonight and i wanted to get some extra practice goals in before class." the crunch of skates sprinting across the ice and power-sliding to a halt floats into your ears and you look at the perpetrator from the corner of your eye, turning fully to look at him when your brain clicks into place who he is. "oh, shit!"

"satoru?" he mirrors the surprise in your tone, throwing his head to the side with a lopsided smile as he states your name tenderly. "oh my god, what are you doing here?" your mouth breaks into a grin, grateful to be free from the scowl you were wearing a few minutes prior. your eyes flick down to his lips as his tongue runs absentmindedly over a sparkling canine.

"i had to come in a little earlier than i usually do; i didn't know that it's during the time you're here. it's really good to see you," he says warmly and you feel your face warm. "you went pro, yeah?" you nod, casually leaning a shoulder against the plexiglass walls of the rink. he crosses his toned arms across his chest and you fight the urge to stare. it's rude to ogle the arms of your childhood crush turned hot hockey player bad boy, you scold yourself. "how's that going?"

"mmm, i just got back from russia a few weeks ago. holiday intensives and such."

"wow, that's incredible. not like i'm surprised, though. you were always the best skater in our group."

"not true. i had to use you as a walker a few times when we were first starting out," you remind him and he laughs at the memory. "you made me hold your hand while i shimmied around the perimeter."

"and you asked if i was born with skates on my feet, i remember."

"how's suguru?"

"he's great. he's usually here with me but i couldn't drag him out of his house this early in the morning."

"in true suguru fashion, really," you joke. you feel like you're seven again, staring up at satoru's bright blue eyes absolutely lovestruck. he still makes you feel butterflies, even over a decade later. "you said you had a game later?"

"yeah, here at 6:00. you should come if you're free. watch me kick ass on the ice for old time's sake."

"i'll do my best. i'm meeting a new ballet teacher who's coaching us on musicality later this afternoon."

"i don't know what any of those words mean," he states plainly and you snort. "i never understood your world."

"and i never understood yours," you confess. "yet, here we are."

"here we are, indeed," he murmurs, looking at you with an expression you've never seen on his face before. it has your heart racing like an idiot. "well, i'll let you have your rink back. thanks for letting me borrow it." he carefully steps past you and heads for the benches, throwing back his snowy hair in a way that has you gripping the edge of the wall for stability. it takes all of your willpower to keep your voice from shaking.

"i'd say come use it anytime, but i am very protective of my timeslot." he sends you a smile over his shoulder. holy shit, were his shoulders always that broad? and was he always that tall? was he always this fucking hot?

"i'll respect it, though i might pop in to watch you skate. you're mesmerizing, you know?"

"careful, any more sweet words and i'll think you have a crush on me." the words slip from your mouth faster than you can stop them and he looks at you curiously, and you'd be lying if you said he didn't look amused at your jab. you'd learned to flirt from him, after all.

when he's slipped out of his skates and re-approached you, you're barely tall enough to look him in the eyes. "it was good to see you," he murmurs.

"feeling's mutual." he's close enough that you can smell his shampoo and you resist the urge to touch his undercut.

"i missed you." his three words have you feeling weak in the knees and slightly breathless. "a lot." despite the chill, you feel your palms start to sweat.

"i missed you too."

"keep your eyes on me tonight?" you roll your eyes at his familiar, comforting self-assurance.

"like i would look at anyone else." his eyes are sparkling and time seems to slow down to a honey-covered crawl. "what number should i be watching?" he cracks a mischievous smirk, shrugging and walking to the exit. you're speechless on the ice until he turns back a final time.

to tell you that his number is your birthday.

I CALL WRITING THE GAME I'M GONNA WRITE THE GAME I WANNA WRITE THE GAME SOON I JUST FEEL SO AWKWARD WRITING WITHOUT ANY FIRST MEET/CONTEXT

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