#but at the same time i feel like i shouldn't scold myself for it. feels like i'm being influenced by sns pace in that manner

[nastyaromatherapy]

"Can't handle myself" (18+)

After killing yet another person, Ethan can't handle himself around you.

pairing - ghostface!Ethan Landry x fem!reader

short, 969 word dark fic

warnings: non-con, dark themes, PIV

"Ethan, we really shouldn't," you started, desperately trying to go against his advances. Your heart was beating out of your chest, and your stomach felt like moldy Jell-O. Ethan just killed someone, the third guy this month. He was unphased, blood splattered on his mask and clothes. You on the other hand, were frantically hiding all of the evidence.

"Why not sweetheart? I thought you liked the mask," he said, gently stroking it in his hands as if it were his child. "I do. But I don't like fucking on the same dirt you killed a man on!" You screeched, gesturing towards the dismembered body. You slightly felt a gag build up in your throat.

"You know I'm irresistible," he whispered in your ear, caressing your hips, his hands moving up to your waist. Ethan had this thing where whenever he killed someone, his ego goes from zero to one hundred. Really fast and really fucking hard.

You grimaced at his manic breath, tapping fingers at your side anxiously. "Come on," he coerced. "I'll have you screaming for me in minutes."

You met Ethan through a friend, Quinn. He was her dorky younger brother that you guys would poke fun at and laugh about during sleepovers. That was until one day, you two grew attracted to each other, and started to see each other behind Quinn's back. It didn't take long for her to find out though. Her and your other friends.

It didn't take long for you and Ethan to lose your virginities to each other, not long for Ethan to follow you to your college. It took no time at all for you to find out about him and his wicked family's little secret.

Quinn knew how livid Ethan would be if you were to ever leave him. She betrayed you that day. Blackmailing you on your birthday to stay with the young man. You were young yourself.

Your stomach twisted in a familiar way as Ethan touched you, feeling over your body. He started to kiss at your neck, but you pushed him away. Ethan looked at you worriedly and wiped his slobber covered lips. "You okay, babe?" You shook your head and threw up your arms. "No! Nothing is okay. Can you at least get rid of the fucking body before doing this." Ethan just shook his head. "But you're so sexy baby, I can't handle myself."

He overpowered you and bent you over the counter beside the bathtub where the chopped up body laid. "I'm sorry ma. I really can't." You internally rolled your eyes. Of course he could. He ripped a hole in your leggings for an opening. "Ethan!" You scolded, again trying to get up but he held you down. "Sorry," he repeated again. "I'll get you a new pair. How's that sound?" He asked tenderly.

"Horrible," you muttered to yourself.

His hands hooked your panties aside and got a feel for your folds. Dry. He leans in and spits on them, making you clench. "Just making you slick for me, baby," he says as a response to your jolt.

"Ethan please, just stop," you whined. You were clearly not at all in the mood. A dead, rotting body was the least sexiest thing ever. He kept going anyways, slipping two fingers into you. You responded with a grunt.

"This okay?" He asked you. "No, it's not." You said firmly, again making your way up only for Ethan to push you back down on the cold surface. He leans down to kiss your neck and takes out one finger. "There, better," he whispers. That was clearly not what you meant. He thrusted the finger, his ring, in and out at a slow and steady pace. Your breaths got heavier as you tried not to make eye contact with your mirror reflection.

After about five minutes of fingering with no response from you, Ethan gets needier. He takes his cock out, it was red and extremely wet. You gasp when you sees it in the mirror. "Ethan, no. We can't. I got off of my birth control." You say. It was true, but you knew he would be disappointed due to his breeding kink.

"What? You're playing with me." He says, smiling obliviously. You shaked your head, assuring you were not. He sighs and looks very disappointed, and you see his cock twitch as he thinks to himself. "It's okay," he says, turning you on your back and lining himself up with your entrance. "I'll just pull out!" You shook your head as the tip comes in contact with your pussy. "Ethan I don't trust you, stop- Ethan!" You screamed when he pushes into you anyways.

"I'm sorry baby, it'll only take like six minutes okay," he huffs out while thrusting shallow thrusts. "Then I'll pull out and you'll be good, okay?" Your eyebrows furrow in fear. "Ethan, let's just quickly go to the store and buy some protection okay? Just don't, I know you," you plead, aware of his horrible pull out game.

"J-just trust me," he stuttered out, already feeling close. You didn't get what pleasure he found in this. You were clearly uninterested and not even wet. His thrusts become slower, deeper, and you could feel him pulsating inside like a heartbeat. "Fuck I'm close," he whispers, falling forward with his hair covering his eyes. "Ethan fucking pull out right now," you beg with tears in your eyes as you hear the victim's roommate's car approaching. "I-I can't," he whispers breathily. You shake your head a no, using your feet to try and push his tall frame away.

"Fuck!" He screams with a final thrust, filling your cunt with his cum. "Ethan," you shakily let out, choking on tears.

"Babe, where are you? The craziest shit happened at work today!"

[buccini555]

— 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪ 𝟎.𝟏 — 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡

𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪ You ended up having an argument and after they said something harsh to you, you left and during the night they found you drinking in a bar with someone else, but they took you home afterwards and in the morning they were still by your side

𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪ H e a d c a n o n s!

𓄹 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪ 𝑭𝒕. Rindou Haitani, Kokonoi Hajime, Izana Kurokawa, Shinichiro Sano, Hanma Shuji and Kisaki Tetta

tw: morning after drinking, hangover, bad words

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

The next morning, you woke up with an unbearable headache, immediately noticing Rindou's presence, you could only remember the argument you had.

He would be extremely worried about you and your condition, so he would do his best to make all the hangover go away.

"Are you awake? Do you even remember what happened yesterday?" Rindou questioned you, giving you some cut fruits to feed you.

"We had a fight and then you got drunk on some guy you don't even know, fuck it, do you know how worried I was about you?" Rindou said in a serious tone, shaking his head in denial.

"I hate giving lectures, but, don't ever do shit like that again, if I hadn't found you and taken care of you, something bad could have happened and I honestly wouldn't forgive myself! And, I'm so sorry for our fights..." Rindou would hug you and sincerely regret every word he said, despite that, he wouldn't stop scolding you for your behavior.

𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞

"What the fuck were you doing in that bar yesterday?" As soon as you woke up, it didn't matter if you were hungover or not, he would question you.

"I hope you at least remember the guy who was drinking with you, I shouldn't even be looking at your face, but I'm here like an idiot taking care of you!" Kokonoi would definitely still be hurt and jealous about the whole situation, however, he would also take care of you the next morning, not forgetting to give you several lectures for drinking more than you could handle.

"Don't ever do that again and promise me you'll never step foot in that kind of local alone!" He would make you promise, Koko actually worried about you even after they argued, somewhat ignoring his jealousy for your well-being.

"... Forgive me for our argument, I know it was me who caused such damage, I'm sorry for my words, they weren't true." After he calmed down, he would apologize for such an argument earlier.

𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

"Holy shit, I thought you would never wake up, what the fuck did you want to do? Go into an alcoholic coma because of me?" Izana would question you the next morning, completely ignoring your headache and hangover.

"Do you realize that I found you in a bar drinking with a guy? I wanted to leave you there or in the middle of the street, but no! I preferred to take care of you all night!" Still jealous, he would say without thinking too much or being careful with his words, for Izana, that situation really was stressful and worrying at the same time.

"Don't make such a fuss again, I should have kicked that guy's ass but I was busy worrying about my irresponsible darling." Izana would definitely not fail to give you the worst lecture you've ever heard, besides, he really wouldn't have any desire to apologize for the argument before all that mess, even though he belongs taking care of you, he would ignore you most of the day and he would throw in your face the fact that he had wasted his night trying to cure your drunkenness.

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

Shinichiro would stare at you in silence, making you eat light food and take medicine in the morning to cure your hangover, after a while he would find the courage to talk about what happened.

"Seeing you with that guy makes me feel so fuking sick, even more drunk, I didn't need to see that." He would say, still indignant and disappointed with his behavior.

"... Something bad could have happened to you if I hadn't looked for you, I don't want to come out as the hero of the story, I know I caused this, but, don't ever do that again." Despite being hurt, he would be understanding, leaving his jealousy aside, even if he still felt uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you with some of my words in our argument, I hope this all serves as a lesson for both of us, I want our relationship to be healthy, you understand?" Shinichiro would sincerely feel sorry and wouldn't hesitate to apologize to you, even so, he would still feel strange for a while thinking that you would easily leave him for another man without even thinking twice.

𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢

"What the hell were you looking for in that bar yesterday? I'm glad I found you, I've never been so angry in my entire life, I'm so hesitant." Hanma said as soon as you woke up, he was still angry and hurt by your attitude, even so, he gave you some medicine and made you eat.

"I spent the night awake taking care of you, I cursed you a little, the shit you did still hasn't entered my head." He would definitely take out some of his anger on you, still jealous, Hanma felt threatened to see you with another man.

"Who was that son of a bitch that was with you? Or do you not even remember that disgusting face?" He would question you about the person who was drinking with you, even if you claimed that you didn't know him, Hanma would still remain suspicious of that whole situation, at the same time, he would feel relieved that he took care of you even though he was angry.

"... Let's not fight anymore, please." Hanma wouldn't apologize, but he would definitely regret that argument.

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐓𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚

"Good morning, are you feeling better? For a moment I thought you weren't going to wake up... You really drank too much, you know that, don't you?" Kisaki told you as he made you drink water and eat, despite being angry, he definitely didn't want to treat you rudely.

"... I know I hurt you in that argument, but don't ever do that again, understand? Something bad could have happened to you, you know you crossed the line, I don't want you to do or think about doing that again." Without elaborating too much on the subject, Kisaki would say, leaving his jealousy aside at that moment, he was sincerely sorry, even though he was a cold person, with you he always tried to be a sweetheart.

"Taking care of you will never be a problem for me, it's my obligation to keep you safe and well, but don't do shit like that to yourself again, damn! That was so ridiculous." He wouldn't stop scolding you like that, however, he was just doing it out of concern.

[levispersonalslave]

He tapped the fragile shell of the egg against the edge of the bowl, humming a small Italian love song to himself as he cracked it into the large bowl. His bangs held back by a pink clip that he had 'borrowed' from his oh so generous fiancé. He didn't bother keeping quiet, as he knew you would be sulking in the corner of your shared bedroom after the argument. His ego wouldn't let him apologize to you just yet, so you'd have to settle for the cooking he was currently making. Cookies. His mother's recipe.

One hand holding the pan with the other kneading the dough, he glanced at the closed bedroom door. He rolled his eyes, wondering when you'll finally decide to come out just to sass him again. He didn't mind, he liked your attitude.

What he didn't like, however, was how you had decided to go ahead and flirt with some other guy, just to spite him. He squeezed the dough in his fist tightly at the thought. You shouldn't be with any man other than him. Only he deserved to be yours. No one else.

He kept those feelings to himself, however, refusing to cause any problem of sorts with the love of his life.

He rolled the dough and sliced it into a few small pieces, all while thinking about you and that man you had decided to try and 'seduce'. He hadn't gotten the chance to be alone with that man, as much as he had wanted to show him why you were his and his alone. Why did that bastard get to make you laugh like that?

“He shouldn't have even gotten the privilege to live on the same ground as you do,” Levi thought to himself as he scooped a bit of cookie dough into the palm of his hand.

He had been quiet for most of the fight, watching you and your attitude that he usually handled so well. But he couldn't, not this time. How could he? When his mind kept wandering back to the image of you touching that bastard over and over again? He had half a mind to put you in your place tonight, although he pushed that thought away for the time being. He wouldn't let himself get carried away. He was angry, but he still cared about you enough to not go too far. He hadn't yelled at you during the fight, he had just been scolding and rambling on and on about why you shouldn't have let that guy touch you. Are you crazy?! He remembered himself saying.

You had to be. You knew all too well what happens when you manage to get him angry.

His hands absentmindedly shaped the dough into little balls, his thoughts already preoccupied by you. He was quickly finished with the food, letting it bake as he watched it with a blank expression. He was simply standing there, wearing a black apron, staring at the food as it cooked. He didn't know why, but he couldn't shake off the feeling of irritation. It wasn't like him to get jealous easily, but he couldn't help it this time. He let a small sigh leave his lips, turning to plate the readied sweet dish.

He left it on the dining table, not bothering to call you. He knew you wouldn't come if he called you anyway, but he also knew you'd come out eventually. You'd get hungry and sneak out of the room to find something you could eat. The corners of his lips curled up ever-so-slightly at the thought.

He turned and left to the living room, sitting down on the couch where he had made himself a cup of tea and his favorite book. He waited patiently, knowing you'd come out anytime now, until he finally heard the bedroom door creak open. He didn't spare you a glance as you reluctantly took the plate of cookies. You looked at him with a scowl, “You think I can't cook for myself?”

He easily ignored you, sipping his tea as his gaze remained fixated on the passage he was reading with a calm expression on his face. This wasn't the first time he had ignored your mere existence.

“Wow, you're ignoring me too now?” You retorted, rolling your eyes when he stayed silent. He wordlessly glanced up at you, taking a long, taunting sip of his tea, just to make you mad. His plan worked, as you began to reprimand him angrily. He simply watched you, calmly sipping his tea with one hand while the other held his book.

“Are you done now?” He spoke nonchalantly once you finished.

“No--” You began, before he quickly raised his hand for silence, cutting you off. He snapped his book shut, set the cup of tea on the coffee table, and gestured for you to come closer. Reluctantly, you did.

“Closer,” He spoke in a demanding tone. His finger gesturing you closer.

The moment you stepped within reach, he grabbed your arm and pulled you down onto his lap. You let out a gasp at his sudden act. You looked at him with your hands resting on his shoulders. His large hands held your waist, keeping you in place as he pressed a long, deep kiss to your lips. He pulled back after a moment.

He looked at you solemnly, though his eyes held a hidden warmth, “Will you behave now?”

Seeing your nod, his lips curved up into a smile. “Good girl. C'mere, angel.” He gently grabbed your face with one hand and pulled you in, planting a passionate kiss against your lips.

Once he pulled away, he ran his long, slender fingers through your hair, enjoying the feeling of the strands between his fingers. He smiled softly at you, pecking your lips once again. He held you close to him, one arm wrapped around your waist while his other hand guided your head to his chest and letting you rest against him.

He kissed your forehead, murmuring softly against your skin, “He can't kiss you like this, can he? Only I can. Remember that, yeah? I love you, angel.”

1034 words, 5504 characters

[himejoshikomaeda]

i like that youtube has randomly started recommending videos with less than a thousand views on my home page, but sometimes it just makes me feel a really pronounced sadness seeing a person that doesn't have very many views on their youtube videos, even though most people on earth don't have very many views on their youtube videos (or youtube videos at all). i want you to succeed... i want you to find your audience...

i clicked on a person's channel that i found through this recommendation and there was a video where they were splitting a watermelon that had spoiled to let off steam after being scolded multiple times at work. and for some reason, it just made me sad. i wish that person's boss wouldn't scold them at work. it's mean to make people feel that way. everyone is trying... and jobs are really just... so terrible... so why make it worse? anyway, the watermelon wasn't even really in frame. but that's because they set up the camera by the watermelon after talking about their day. they couldn't see the frame, so they didn't know.

maybe "sadness" isn't the right word to describe how i feel when i get these little looks into strangers' lives, but it's close. it's more like... i'm taken by a sudden awareness that what i'm looking at is an animal. it's just an animal that wants to live. an animal that wants to be happy. an animal that deserves to be happy... in my opinion, happiness is the birthright of any living creature. we are brought into this world no matter whether we wanted to be or not, so shouldn't it at least be pleasant? animals are cute...

sometimes, a cynical part of my brain tries to say "well, you know, they could be transphobic or something" in a uselessly weird attempt at divorcing myself from the sadness i feel when i look into strangers' lives. like, see, you don't need to feel the inherent empathy of walking the same earth as this person, because they might hate you for something you can't control! wouldn't that be awful? ...but it doesn't work. why would it? in the first place, i don't want to live my life assuming that everyone i don't know hates me, just because it's common to hate me.

i hope things get better for that person. and for everyone else. it'd be nice if things just got better for everyone.

[mint-yooxgi]

If drabbles are still open and if it is at all possible I’d like to request for another entry into The Misery of Fate (Werewolf Ateez x Vampire Reader) drabble. No worries if not but I absolutely adore the first two parts. You create such breathable universes and characters.

+ the other four asks I got asking for a part 3 lol

Part One, Part Two

***

Nothing but silence greets you all around. It's been about ten minutes since your bold confession, and though they haven't invited you in, they did ask you to stay.

"So..." The one you've learned is named Hongjoong begins. "You're a vampire."

You blink at him. "I think we've established that."

"And you're invincible?" The one known as San furrows his brow.

"Until proven otherwise." You blink again, eyes darting to the eight males that stand across from you on the porch.

The one with the mole beneath his eye - Wooyoung - shuffles a bit closer. His gaze shifts from his feet to your own almost nervously.

"Would you..." He swallows lightly, looking up at you through his lashes as he receives some pointed looks from the ones you've learned are called Mingi and Yeosang. "Would you like to go out sometime?"

"Wooyoung!" Seonghwa, the one with the wide eyes, immediately smacks the male upside the head.

You purse your lips in distaste.

"Hwa's right. This isn't the time or place to be asking." Hongjoong scolds him, gaze sharp as he looks at the other male.

"You shouldn't be asking at all." Mingi states, quite harshly.

"Like you weren't thinking it, either!" The buff one - Jongho - is quick to defend his brother.

"Whether we ask them out or not isn't our main priority right now." The tallest one - Yunho - adds gruffly.

"But killing them is?" Wooyoung shouts, disbelief clear on his features.

"We never said we were going to bite them." Hongjoong sighs.

"Speak for yourself." Mingi grumbles, receiving a cautious nudge from Yunho.

"Look," you sigh, bringing your hand up to pinch at the bridge of your nose. "I don't have time to waste on whether you're going to like me or not. You told me you wanted to talk." Your sharp gaze makes them all stiffen across from you. "So talk."

Another harsh glare is sent from Hongjoong to the others, but it's Yeosang - birthmark - that speaks.

"What is it you would like to do?"

His questions is innocent, blinking at you with curious eyes. There is no malcontent you can sense from him when he asks this, only a genuine feeling of solving a problem you're all facing at the moment.

You take a moment to think. What is it you really want to do? Why did you really come to see these eight wolves after learning you're fated to them? Was it worth it?

"I would like an answer." You hum, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. "And a solution."

"Are those not one and the same?" San asks, tilting his head in curiosity.

"They can be." You confirm. "But in this case, I do not believe they will be mutually exclusive. Clearly, some of you are willing to try." You nod at Wooyoung and Jongho, sparing a glance at Hongjoong out of the corner of your eyes. "While others have condemned me from the start." Your gaze settles on Mingi, eyeing both Yunho and Yeosang cautiously. "I can't help your confusion while being confused myself."

Both San and Seonghwa share a look between each other at your final words, humming lightly in agreement.

"I'm not full enough of myself to even suggest splitting a clan apart." You begin, noticing how a few of them shift uncomfortably on their feet. "Either you come to a decision as a group, or I'm gone. I already told you I'm okay with leaving and never seeing each other again. I'm not going to stand here and beg for any of you to change your mind, either. I learned a long time ago pleading gets you nowhere. Especially when someone's already made a decision for you."

They all stiffen at that, Mingi frowning a bit deeper as they recall how you told them you were turned.

Jongho looks down at his feet, playing with his hands as he holds them in front of himself. "Is that what you want, though?"

You shrug, seemingly nonchalant about it all.

Hongjoong frowns. "Is that what you want? To leave and never come back? To not explore what this bond means to any of us? To give up your life again because of some stupid, centuries old feud between species?"

For a moment, nothing is said between all of you as you avert your gaze to the ground. A frown is prominent on your features as you think everything over, pursing your lips in the process.

Looking back up at them all, you have your answer.

"No." Your voice is firm. "That's not at all what I want."

[ahgasegotarmy116]

Thinking about You... | JJK

Summary: Jungkook has been thinking about your future together Pairing: f!reader x Jungkook Word Count: 1.5k~ Warnings: No real warnings just some cute fluff and a little bit of suggestive comments. Author’s note: Just a little Drabble that I came up with last night after I had seen Jungkook live <3

I've been missing Jungkook like crazy that I feel almost a bit neglected. I know he's been busy working overseas but it seems like he hasn't really had time for me. He explained that he has a lot of things he has to accomplish while he's there but I can't help but miss him even more.

I feel like my hormones have been all out of wack for the past few days so that probably what's caused me to feel so needy, and with neediness that isn't taken care of comes insecurity. I kick my feet in frustration laying in the middle of our bed and pout for the zillionth time today. "I miss you" I say aloud hoping he might hear me. 

*buzz buzz*

My train of thought is interrupted by the sound of my phone vibrating on my nightstand next to me. I flip over to check who it might be and quickly answer without a second glance.

"Kook!" I say so happy but still feeling upset at the fact that he can't be here. "How's my girl doing?" he says with a calm tone but still smiling, happy to see me too. "I miss you" is all I can say not really wanting to say how sad I've been but he can probably tell by my body language.

"Aw baby I miss you too" he says setting the phone down on the table in his hotel room and taking a seat. "Have you eaten yet?" I ask seeing how worn down he looks. "No I skipped my meals today" he says owning up to his negligence.

"Baby! You can't be doing that!" I scold, upset that he hasn't been taking care of himself. "It's okay, we had a huge company dinner last night and I also had to go out to lunch with a few of our clients before that too so I've been eating plenty, don't worry" he says with a sluggish smile.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I question again still concerned for him. "I'm fine love, I promise, I'm just really tired from all the work that we've been doing here. Plus my boss said that if I finish up with all of the tasks that I've been assigned that I could probably come home a few days early" he smiles as he sees my eyes light up at the thought of him coming home.

"Really?" I question, so hopeful that that'll be the case. "Really really" he says admiring me as much as he's able to through the screen. "What time is it over there?" I ask too tired to check my clock app where I had saved the timezone he was in this time. "It's pretty late" he says simply, not giving a clear answer.

"Well shouldn't you be going to bed then?" I say now concerned that I might be keeping him up. "No no I'm okay, I wanna talk to my girl for a bit. I've been so busy lately that I haven't been able to call you these past few day" he says pouting at me. "I hope you know how much I think about you" he says playing with his fingers on the table, feeling shy at his sudden confession

"Baby..." I let out about to tell him the same but he continues. "You know that I'm doing all of this for you right? You're my number one priority, don't forget that" he says tilting his head and paying close attention to me again.

"Are you trying to make me cry over here?" I say laughing as I feel myself start to tear up at his sentiments. "No that wasn't my intention but you know I think you look so pretty when you cry, especially when you're laying under me and I-" "Jungkook" I say getting embarrassed by his sudden switch up.

He chuckles a bit at my reaction and continues "Sorry love I just wanted to make sure you weren't really gonna cry" he says smiling at me cheekily. "Anyways I have a surprise for you when I come home!" he says with a big bunny smile.

"A surprise? What kind? You know you don't have to get me something every time you go away right?" I say giggling at his clear excitement.

"Trust me you're gonna want this one" he continues scrunching up his nose. "Cryptic but okay" I say and laugh it off and changing the subject. 

"What have you guys been doing over there? Is everything running smoothly?" I question laying on my side and propping the phone up on the nightstand so I can lay down comfortably.

"Yeah everything is fine but I don't wanna talk about work right now, I wanna know how you're doing. What have you been up to?" he asks and grabs a mug of ice and starts to poor himself a Highball, no doubt in an effort to help him wind down.

I start telling him about the things I've been doing since the last time we spoke, I don't really get up to much except for the part time job I got not too long ago at a little boutique downtown. I insisted on getting it so I could have something to occupy my time even thought he didn't like it.

He has assured me time and time again that I don't need to work since he makes enough money for the both of us but I said I wanted to at least be able to take care of any personal expenses I may have like when I go out shopping on my own, it's the least I could do.

I'm not a gold digger and I don't intend on living off of my boyfriend even though he always tells me that he wishes I would rely on him more. 

"You really like that job don't you?" he smile sleepily. I nod my head "Yeah the ladies that work there are so nice and the customers are so sweet as well! It's nice to be able to get out of the house and be productive with my time" I say and snuggle under the covers even more.

"Well what about if we decide to have a baby? Would you still want to work there?" he asks out of the blue.

"I'm sorry what?" I say jolting up and fully facing my body towards the camera. "I'm just asking hypothetically if we had decided to have a baby one day would you still want to work or would you finally let me take care of you?" he clarifies.

We've talked about having children in the past but it's been a few years since that topic has been brought up. "You want to have a baby together still right?" he asks now sounding a bit insecure.

"Oh my gosh baby yes, yes of course I do! I'm sorry you just caught me off guard that's all" I say rushing to answer, not wanting him to feel like I don't want the same thing.

"Remember though marriage first then babies" I say and he laughs at my old fashioned ways. "I know I'm just checking, we haven't talked about that stuff in a while and it's been on my mind lately" he admits. 

"What made you suddenly start to think about it?" I question, curious to see where his head is at. "I don't know, I think I've just noticed a lot of young couples with kids lately and it reminded me how much I want that for us" he says starting to get a bit shy with the alcohol clearly taking it's toll on him.

"We would make some pretty cute babies huh?" I say going to lay back down. "Yeah we would" he says nodding in agreement, "I'm looking forward to the process of making one with you though more than anything" he says sporting a cheeky smile yet again. I give him a glare, clearly not amused with the taunting since we aren't able to act on it yet.

"Jeon Jungkook" I say in a warning tone, "Okay that's the last one I swear I won't tease you anymore" he says giggling clearly satisfied with my reaction. 

We continue on with our call for a few more minutes before Jungkook makes his way over to his bed and mirrors me once he finally lies down. We continue on mumbling sleepily to each other before he decides we should call it a night and we end the call after a few 'I love yous' and 'sweet dreams'.

Jungkook gets up to check on the surprise one more time and crouches down on the floor to unzip his carry on bag and dig for the little box sitting at the bottom of it.

Opening it he sees the gorgeous engagement ring he had ordered for you months ago and ended up being one of the many tasks he had to carry out over seas. It worked out in his favor that his business trip ended up being in the same city that he had to go to to pick up the ring. 

"Please say yes" he pleads to himself, desperate to hear your answer, but in his heart he knows that you want nothing more than to spend the rest of your life together. 

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Caught Red Handed

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Carol Danvers x Reader

We’ve Loved A Thousand Lives

Same beginning, different story every time.

Part 10

Fury!R, Light angst, Fluff.

Beta'd by @cordeliasdarling 💜

Word count: 1.1k

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Carol enters her ship after another successful mission wanting for nothing more than to relax and rest, until she senses someone else’s presence in her space home.

She walks slowly, pointing one of her lit up fists in a general forward direction, but before she becomes too alarmed, you decide to make your presence known by stepping closer to her.

Once she sees you, her body stops glowing, but her muscles remain just as tense, "I don't like where this is going," she says as she notices your very official uniform and your unwavering posture.

"I haven't even said anything." You tread carefully.

"But you will." She steps into the living room while taking her gloves off. You can only give her a sympathetic look, following behind her and deciding to rip off the bandaid.   "Agent Danvers, you're fired," you state firmly. Even though she knew it was coming, she still makes a pained expression.

"I already apologized, are you sure there is nothing I can do?" she groans in desperation.

"Pleading with me is useless, I’m afraid, I’m just the messenger here."

"Can I at least talk to Fury again?"

You feel a pit in your stomach, "I disabled your comms, and your ship is permanently on manual mode," Carol slumps on the couch with a big sigh, you remain standing on the other side of the room, staring at her, "I know I’m not supposed to say this, but I’m really sorry," you tell her genuinely.

"You should be! This is all because of you," she weakly snarks.

You were waiting for her to bring it up, "Well, you shouldn't have let Fury catch you," you taunt her.

"How was I supposed to know that you're his daughter?" Her tone is aggressive, but it doesn’t carry any venom.

"You never were the sharpest tool in the shed."

"I didn't even know your name then!" she defends herself.

"Oh, wow, maybe don't let him know that."

She side eyes you, "Like you're the epitome of morality."

"I mean, I knew your name," you point out smugly as you walk closer to her.

"Everyone on Earth knows my name."

"Not for long," you take a seat beside her, "you’re still fired."

"I cannot accept this, who's gonna take over my job? Has he thought of that? It's not like any of the Avengers are fit to do it."

You bite your lip, "Monica was interested."

"Really?" she asks in shock.

"It was either her or Kamala, but then Fury said, 'over 21.'" She reminisces for a bit, as much as she trusts her, it would be too dangerous for Monica to do her job.

"Why couldn't he come fire me himself? He doesn't have the time for his most dedicated agent?" There’s a slight acidity in her words.

"He was going to," you concede.

"And?"

"I, uh, insisted on coming myself." Your heart starts beating faster.

Her brows furl, "Why?"

"So I could do this one last time." You grab her by the back of the neck and pull her into a slow, passionate kiss, she leans in for more, but you pull away connecting your forehead with hers as you breathe heavily.

"I hate you," she whispers with a grin on her face.

You shake your head, "You love me."

"Love?" She raises an eyebrow.

"You don't seem to have much else going on, so…" you shrug.

She gently laughs, "You’re gonna be the death of me."

"Get away from her, Danvers." A deep voice comes through the ship, you lazily peck Carol's nose and stand back completely, a knowing smile growing on your face as you turn to look at the source.

"Hi, dad," you greet the hologram.

"I thought you disabled that," Carol asks you.

"I lied," you mumble back.

"So, my ship is still—?"

"Yup," you quickly admit as you turn back to Fury.

"I knew I shouldn't have trusted you with this," he scolds you, you stand up to meet his gaze properly.

"You gave me the job, now you accept the consequences."

"What do you even see in her?"

"Are you kidding? She's gorgeous!" Carol exclaims proudly, the compliment makes you feel like a giddy high schooler.

"Wasn’t talking to you, Danvers," he clarifies with a stiff jaw.

"Oh, well, it's still true." She remains on her spot on the couch to let you two talk.

"You’re the one who said I should get out more, meet new people," you try to object to your father’s displeasure.

"Yes. New. People. You've known Carol since you were five."

Your lips curl into a huge smirk, "And that's how I know she's the hottest woman I've ever met."

"Stop being disgusting," he rolls his eye, making you chuckle, "did you do it?" He proceeds with the conversation.

"Yes."

"Then, what are you waiting for? Get back here."

You’re about to oblige when a sudden burst of confidence takes over you, "No."

"What did you say to me?" He is startled by your stunt.

"I said no."

He squints his eye daringly, "I am your boss and your father, when I give you an instruction, you follow it immediately."

"Or what?" You cross your arms defiantly.

"Do not challenge me, young lady!"

Your tough expression melts into a softer one, "Dad, I love you, but I’m not twelve anymore, you have to let me be my own person."

"Yeah, let her be a person, Fury," Carol repeats provokingly.

"Don’t help me," he growls.

In an instant, she realizes, "You just had me fired, I don't have to listen to you anymore," she smiles, Fury is offended by her words, "but, as a friend, I'll tell you what I’m gonna do," she stands up behind you and protectively wraps an arm around your waist, "I am going to hang up this call and let your daughter disable my communications system, I’m gonna take her on a date, probably stargazing, then, I’m gonna make her dinner, we'll have some fun, and afterwards we'll go to sleep together, sound good? Good, bye!" And with that, she ends the call.

You remain frozen in place for a few seconds, "A date?" you repeat tentatively.

"If you’ll have me."

"That sounds nice."

"Wait until you see what I have planned after dinner." She shoots you a wink that makes you blush.

"I can't believe we just did that."

"I can't believe he fired me." Carol is still outraged on the inside.

"Don’t worry about it, give him two weeks to realize literally no one in the universe can fill your shoes and he'll come back begging," you turn to her and wrap your arms around her neck, "as for me, though, I think I’m gonna have to take refuge here, indefinitely."

Your exaggeration makes her giggle, "You’re always welcome to stay with me."

"Thanks." You stare into each other’s eyes for a long moment.

"I love you."

"You do?" you gasp.

"Mhmm, aren't you gonna say it back?" She’s smiling so big, the corners of her eyes wrinkle.

"I love you too."

[patrophthia]

fallin’ for ya | james potter

pairing: james potter x reader

genre: fluff, pining (kinda mutual pining), humor, crack, more fluff omg so fluffy

words count: 1.7k

original posted on wattpad

"you know [l/name], we were just talking about you before you came over."

before she could even retort about how they went back to last name basis and playfully reprimand him for it, he added, "james wanted to know if you'd like to go out with him this weekend."

“you twat!" he shouted, grabbing sirius in chokehold which only resulted in peter helping sirius fight for his life. "you dickhead, why didn't you let me ask her that myself?"

"because, you'd end up postponing it like you always do. it's been months prongs! get it over with!" screamed sirius between breaths, "honestly, you were putting gryffindor's name to shame."

it wasn't a rare occurrence for the quidditch teams to wreak havoc as they pass by the hallways. so really, it was the same old ordinary story for her to discuss her classes with her friends as a group of loud boys walked by.

now, there's one thing you should know. [name] has always prided herself to not be the type who falls for a guy who flashes her a smile (her friendship with the notorious sirius black which started from his failed attempts of trying woo her as evidence). she didn't swoon when sirius called her petnames, nothing. no matter how cool for school he may seem to be.

but there was something, something so unexplainable, a feeling that had her in a fit off smiley giggles —no matter how unlike her it was to do so— that had her scolding herself internally when james potter cruised by, grinning at her the second he spotted her.

she knew right then and there that she was in deep shit. they knew each other, of course they did, sirius would never stop talking about one to other and vice versa which meant that they're sort of acquaintances.

but merlin, something about that smile, the way his hazel eyes crinkled behind his round glasses, the slight dimples on his cheeks and the perfectly straight teeth that he had, had her in a fit. she was certain he'd still be the boy that she'd pick in a line of thirty hot guys.

"oh fuck."

"oh fuck's right," her friend, lucien retorted after having caught her staring at james, demanding a confession of sort. "i mean out of all the boys in hogwarts, you chose potter?"

"i didn't choose to!" she argued with a defensiveness that she didn't expect from herself. "i just fell for him!"

"good lord, you might as well prance around singing to him 'i've fallen for you! i know i shouldn't but i just can't stop myself' maybe he'll sing it back to you," lucien said teasingly, creating a tune as she went with her words. "perhaps you won't be lonely for the first time in -what, six years?"

"you're the worst friend ever," she groaned. the pair of them turning the corner so they could enter the transfiguration classroom. "you're supposed to help me get over him, this isn't good new for either of us-"

"good afternoon, [l/name]."

"er- good afternoon, potter," she greeted in return in a more questioning manner, he only smiled; turning back to his conversation with his friend. the feeling of blood rushing to her cheeks not missed by herself.

"er- good morning, potter," lucien said mockingly, a smirk on her thin lips. "i never pegged the great [f/name] as the type to fall for a guy just 'cause he says hi."

"it was 'good afternoon' not 'hi' and those are big words for someone who choked on pumpkin juice just 'cause they made eye contact with evans."

•••

she knew it was a mistake to introduce lucien to sirius. merlin, lucien alone was too much for one to handle when it comes to teasing, but put the two drama queens together? that was just a disaster waiting to happen. so when sirius approached her, tearing away from his herbology partner to annoy the life out of her, she was more than prepare to suffer for the next hour.

"so..." sirius drawled out, snatching her attention away from the plants she was maintaining. "a little birdie told me you fancy a certain friend of mine."

"yeah, lupin is one good looking lad," she quipped, praying that her body wouldn't betray her collapse right then and there from embarrassment. goddamn it lucien.

sirius rolled his eyes exaggeratedly; trying to get her to understand just how 'annoyed' she made him feel. "honestly [name], i'm pretty sure james fancy you too you know."

the way he spoke so nonchalantly put her on edge, but that didn't stop her from perking up to try to get more information from him. "we were talking the other day and he said you looked really pretty when he spotted you during one of his practices, that's a crush if i saw one."

"something about you catching his gaze as he was preparing to race," he muttered with a mischievous smile, "truly poetic."

"would you stop?" she grumbled, going back to attending her plants. "it's honestly not that big of a deal."

"not that big of a deal?" sirius gasp dramatically, pressing a hand on his chest for good measure. "this is the love of your life and it's not that big of a deal?"

she rolled her eyes, a remark ready at the tip of the tongue when professor sprout loudly clear her throat cutting off the pair's conversation.

"mister potter could you please focus on your partner rather than miss [l/name]?" she questioned, for the briefest moment she thought she saw a small smile on the edge of the professor's lip but she was quick to change her expression to a stern one. "or did you want to switch partners? if that's the case, you'll need to discuss it with miss [l/name]."

"no professor," he said quickly; rubbing the back of his neck as his ears flushed pink, "i-i was just a bit distracted."

the professor hummed, taking his excuse without further questions, letting him continue on his work. from her side she could feel sirius physically vibrating with excitement, slowly she turned; facing him once more to see —exactly what she expected to see when it comes to sirius— the human embodiment of an enthusiastic puppy.

"seeeeeeeee?" he dragged out, smiling from ear to ear, "sirius black is never wrong miss [l/name]."

•••

christmas was approaching, fast. and like any other rational 'high school student' sirius had the bright idea to throw a christmas party just before the break started. which led to her to where she was now; in the middle of a crowded common room trying to find her raven-haired friend yet all her effort was to no avail.

the room was packed, loud music that she could faintly recognize the track of blaring from every corner of the place, the air was humid; hot from all the bodies dancing and grinding against one another.

lucien had (for once in her life time) sat out from this party, having land herself a date with a redhead she'd been pining over since the start of this school year. so really, [name] was as alone as one could be and she was really regretting her decision to have even gotten dressed up to come in the first place.

remus was tall, she knew that, almost everyone in their year knew that, but she never stopped to think for second about how much of life safer his height was. merlin, knows the relief she felt the second she spotted his mousy head of hair bopping to the beat of the song a mere feet away from her.

it was an unspoken rule she had ingrained into her mind: wherever one marauder was, there would be the other three.

her feet moved before her mind even process it's movement, pushing pass people in pursuit of the prefect who really should be stopping the party but was instead joining in the fun.

sirius was quick to cheer her name when his eyes met her, bringing her to his side and handing her a brand new bottle of butterbeer. "i thought you'd ditched on me."

"and have you bother me about how i betrayed you for the rest of the break?" she retorted, twisting the cap open and taking a sip, "no thanks."

"and here i thought that you'd come to see me." he pouted, making sure that he was giving her his best puppy eyes so he could play victim. "turns out you just find me annoying."

"everyone does," remus snorted, joining in the conversation.

sirius tutted, annoyance playing on his features when he suddenly had a bright idea. "you know [l/name], we were just talking about you before you came over."

before she could even retort about how they went back to last name basis and playfully reprimand him for it, he added, "james wanted to know if you'd like to go out with him this weekend."

james quickly protested, hazel eyes going wide with shock as his cheeks flushed up, ears tinted red out of embarrassment. "you twat!" he shouted, grabbing sirius in chokehold which only resulted in peter helping sirius fight for his life. "you dickhead, why didn't you let me ask her that myself?"

"because, you'd end up postponing it like you always do. it's been months prongs! get it over with!" screamed sirius between breaths, "honestly, you were putting gryffindor's name to shame."

remus with enough sensibility, and a final snort, pulled the three boys apart; freeing sirius from james grip along with peter and pulled themselves away, giving james and [name] time to converse between themself.

"so.." she trailed off, looking straight at him, "would you still like to go out this weekend?" james blinked, staring at her like a deer in headlights. his mouth opening and shutting. "because, i'd like to."

fuck, she was digging herself into a deeper hole with every second that passes by, "only if you want to, of course. if not it's completely fine, i-"

"yeah." he cut her off, staring at her. "i'd love to," he added after clearing his throat, "i'll see you then?"

"yeah, i'll see you then," she agreed, feeling giddy the longer they maintain eye contact. after a second she turned; deciding that it was best to leave it as it is only to be stopped by a hand grasping her wrist. she looked over her shoulder, meeting his eyes once more.

"do you want to dance?"

—from bee: i love james potter ‼️

[abiiors]

feeling very much not body positive about myself and need a nice strong man (named ross) to comfort me 😭

i'm so sorry you're struggling a lil with your body rn :( i hope your day's a bit better today <3

cw: mentions of body insecurities, suggestive but no actual smut

it first happens when you're supposed to go out for the evening--nothing fancy, just trying out a little food truck that caught his eye last week. it's as casual as it can get, and yet here you are, trying on outfits after outfits, trying to find the perfect combination. trying to nail the line between cute and casual.

except nothing fits!

the top you loved two weeks ago now makes your tits look saggy. the jeans you've always adored fits your butt weird. the skirt makes your thighs look huge. outfit after outfit that you toss away makes the pile of the bed grow bigger and yet nothing. looks. good.

and short of wishing for the giant pile of clothes to swallow you whole, there's not much you can think of right now.

until ross opens the bedroom door.

his eyebrows fly up into his hairline, his mouth parts and his face turns from confused to aghast. "you aren't ready yet?! babe! i'm fucking starving, i thought you'd be down fifteen minutes ago!"

he doesn't mean to sound so sharp, of course he doesn't but the tone of his voice makes matters worse. now on top of feeling ugly, you also feel useless. scolded like a child by your own boyfriend for being late. sudden tears sting your eyes, your throat feels tight and you turn away from him.

it's not that serious for fucks sake! of course he's right to be annoyed, he's probably been waiting for a while. but in the mirror you see his face turn back to confusion and then concern.

"love, you alright?"

"mm-hmm" it's sounds pathetically small coming from you as you try to swallow the tears and find a fucking thing to wear. anything would do at this point.

"hey, look at me," he says again, much gentler this time and that somehow makes it worse. you do the exact opposite though, trying to hide your face so he won't see the tears that are about to fall.

you pick up the white t-shirt from the floor, resisting the urge to sniffle or wipe your cheeks.

it's not that serious.

it's a fucking food truck.

"sorry, was just trying to find this t-shirt!" you try to keep your voice as bright as possible and cringe when it comes out mechanical and fake. it shouldn't be such a surprise really, everything's been wrong today--your clothes, your hair, your smile. fuck. your entire body is wrong.

that should be the only explanation.

there's some movement behind you and you feel his hand on your hip, the same hip you were busy frowning at in the mirror only minutes before--scrutinising the extra flesh, glowering at the not-quite-flat stomach. his touch makes you flinch, not because it's unwelcome. far from that actually. it's so he won't be able to feel your body the way you see it--out of shape and ugly.

ross staggers, utterly baffled. his mouth hangs open, like he's about to say something but can't quite get the words out. it's not what you wanted--to make him feel like he's done something wrong.

"sorry, sorry!" you mumble quickly, trying to navigate around the clothes on the floor. "sorry, i didn't mean-- i didn't--"

"baby," he says calmly, and god his eyes are so fucking kind that it snaps the last tether on your emotions. you can't help the tears welling up anymore, the quiver of your chin or your trembling lips. ross' face falls and your feel worse for it.

ross's expression softens as he takes a step closer, concern etched across his features. he wraps his arms around you gently, pulling you into a warm embrace. the tears you tried so hard to hold back now stream down your face, and you bury your head into his chest.

"hey, hey," he murmurs soothingly, rubbing your back in slow circles. "what's going on, love? you can tell me."

you sniffle, trying to compose yourself. "it's just... nothing fits right, and i feel so... i don't know, out of place, wrong, ugly--"

"stop." his voice is firm but gentle and his mouth is pressed in a thin line. "i wish you could see what i saw...

"i love you so much, sweet girl. i love your body and your face and your personality. i love your hips, i love grabbing them when you're on top of me. i love how you make me feel." you blush at his words remembering the number of times his hands have been on your hips, tightly gripping them, helping you move.

"i love your thighs and how they feel around me, i love kissing them and biting them and i love the sounds you make. and don't even get me started on your tits--"

"ross," you slap him lightly, giggling through the tears. it makes him smile too--his real gorgeous smile that shows his dimples and makes his eyes crinkle. the smile that makes you smile and swoon.

"no no, let me continue," he smiles cheekily, slapping your ass which makes you squeal.

"you're going to make me cry more!" you whisper, voice watery but there's a smile on your face now and that's all that matters to him.

"kiss?" he asks sweetly, leaning down and oh you need it so much more than you'd realised because you crash your lips against him instantly, holding on to him as he kisses you sweetly--long and sweet and languid. his arm is firm around you, holding you flush to his chest and you can practically feel his smile through the kiss. it's all-consuming, like nothing else matters when he's kissing you.

until his stomach growls out of nowhere and you pull away, giggling at him.

"fuck, i'm so sorry, love. we should just go, you're hungry."

ross clicks his tongue, pulling you into a hug. "let's just stay home and order pizza. i feel a bit lazy now anyway."

you consider it--the thought of getting dressed and going out right now feels astronomical anyway but he's been looking forward to this for so long. he's been--

"don't overthink it," he scolds gently. not that it should come as a surprise really that he knows you well enough to know every thought inside your mind.

"fine. let's stay home then," you pull back and smile at him. it's not exactly how you thought the evening would go but hey, it's not like you're complaining about it.

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

We've seen Jaune's extended family and We've seen _NPR's extended family....

BUT

What about Ozpin's extended family? I can totally see Gojo and Raiden (MGRR) being openly related to Ozpin. Gojo would DEFINITELY try and hit on Glynda just to piss of Ironwood lmao

Hmm. I dunno about Raiden. It's not just about looks, it's also about Powers, Vibes, and fighting style. Gojo Makes sense, Raiden feels more like a Schnee Cousin or one of Adam's relatives.

~~~~~

Yang: There's no way they're younger than 55.

Nora: Look at them! Look at their smooth skin and brilliant smiles and tell me that they're old!

Ozpin: Frieren, it has been too long since we last talked.

Frieren: It has been. You seem to be doing well.

Ozpin: Indeed I am. My apprentice has been doing well.

Frieren: Oh yes, that Pine boy. How old is he now?

Ozpin: Uhh ... Fourteen I believe.

Frieren: Hmm. "Time does Fly" as they say.

Ozpin: How has Fern Been?

Frieren: Very well. Developing into a fine young woman.

Ozpin: ...

Frieren: ... Your students are following us.

Ozpin: I'm quite aware.

*Bush_Rustle.MP3*

Ozpin: And now, they are not.

Frieren: I can tell. I can also tell that you are Tired.

Ozpin: I have been tired for a long time.

Frieren: ...

Ozpin: ...

Frieren: I will find a way to free you. I haven't stopped looking.

Ozpin: I know. And you know what I'll tell you about that, right?

Frieren: "I know how to free myself, I'm still just figuring it out."

Ozpin: It's good to know your memory hasn't faded with age.

Frieren: I'd say the same, but your wit is lacking it's sharpness, you foolhardy coot.

Ozpin: What can I say? It is nice to see an old friend after so many years.

Frieren: *smiling in silence*

Ozpin: *Smiling with her*

???: *Distantly* EXPLOOOOSION!

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM*

Ozpin: Ah, It seem is I may need to check on another visitor. Apologies for cutting our time short, but I know well we are not lacking in it's supply. Good day.

Frieren: A good day to you as well Ozma.

~~~~~

Gojo: *Laying on Ozpin's desk* Hey Hey! If it isn't the most Cursed man himself, and I've got to say, you are looking pretty alright for your age.

Ozpin: Thank you Mister Satoru. Please get out of my office.

Gojo: I'm just checkin' in, making sure you don't have anything you shouldn't. Your office seems clean!

Ozpin: I should certainly hope so. Glynda!

Gojo: Hey hey hey, There's no need to be so rough with your Cousin!

Glynda: *Lifting Gojo with her semblance* You know you aren't supposed to be in here.

Gojo: *Not resisting her* Fine, I'll go at the request of such a gorgeous lady~

Glynda: *Flinging him into the elavator* Out.

Gojo: Wait a minute!

Ozpin: WHAT!

???: *Distantly* EXPLOOOOSION!

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM*

Gojo: You should go check on that.

Glynda: ... That girl is infuriating.

Ozpin: Not as much as her teammates.

~~~~~~

Marcille: *Shoveling food into her mouth*

Ozpin: You must be hungry.

Marcille: *Gulp* For something Normal? Absolutely! This is like a Cheat day without Senshi to scold me for eating things that aren't balanced. *Overdramatic Sniffle* It's been so long since I had chocolate ...

Ozpin: Well ... just try not to overeat. I know it can be tempting to have more than your fill of luxury, but do try not to make yourself ill.

Marcille: ... *Sigh* Fine. How have you been?

Ozpin: Tired, but things have been improving. It is nice to see you again my dear.

Marcille: "My Dear"? You are old.

Ozpin: Yes, yes I am. How has Falin been recovering?

Marcille: Fairly well, Laios has been by her side day and night. He's not been sleeping well, and when he does he has nightmares. I worry for him.

Ozpin: Ah yes, I have a current student that is quite like Mr Touden, though he is a bit more charming with people.

Marcille: "A bit?"

Ozpin: Yes, He's not as well read, but he is somewhat better at reading people-

???: *Distantly* EXPLOOOOSION!

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM*

Ozpin: *White Knuckling Long Memory* I swear if my hair wasn't already white- I'm afraid I have to go check Someone Marcille. Please eat until you're full and comfortable, then give Falin, Laios, Senshi, and Chilchuck my greetings and well wishes.

~~~~~

???: Excuse me Headmaster Ozpin, I have an Inquiry.

Ozpin: Oh- Oh hello. I see my reputation proceeds me, What is you're name miss ...

2B: I am referred to as 2B. I am searching for one "Pietro Polendina."

Ozpin: He'll be with the Atlesians, over-

???: EXPLOOOOSION!

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM*

Ozpin: WHERE IS SHE!

2B: *Sword at the ready* The source of that detonation came from that direction.

Ozpin: Thank you! I will handle this myself, you may go.

2B: Is that an Order?

Ozpin: Yes!

2B: *Sheathing her sword* Very well.

~~~~~

???: Move it Kazuma!

Kazuma: I'm going, I'm going! Calm down.

Ozpin: You two!

Megumin: Aw crud

Ozpin: Have you been launching those explosions off?

Kazuma: Megumin has. Why?

Ozpin: You've been causing disturbances, damaging property, and driving me to near madness!

Kazuma: Well Megumin said she she got perm-

Kazuma: You lied didn't you?

Megumin: ... I didn't think anyone would care ...

Kazuma: Really? Again Megumin!

Ozpin: Mr. Sato, please go on back the dormitories. I will take the young mage here to be written up for her infractions and returned to her cousins.

Kazuma: *Dropping her* Alright, sounds good to me.

Megumin: Jerk!

Ozpin: Come on, Let's get you back to Miss Rose and Miss Xiao-long.

Megumin: *Grumble*

[asteroideaaa]

kilvan [kil.ˈvan] n. river

Genre: angst(with happy ending)

Netayam X female OC Omatikaya

Word count: 3.4k

Authors note: I promise I'll make more happy fics I swear.<3

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If I ever went missing look near the river.

“Look at this stone ma Tamìfa,” Nang said excitedly. He handed me I yellow stone. This was perfect for Neteyam’s necklace. I've always been a good craftsman. My friends and I would make breast covers for many women in the village. My mother taught me everything I know. She was one of the best beaders in the whole village. I'm so grateful that she was able to teach me beading before the great-mother claimed her back with my father.

“This is perfect. Thank you so much for helping me Nang. Neteyam has been so stressed with the training I know this will cheer him up.” I thanked him. Neteyam and I have dated for many months now. We swore to each other before ewya. Though it is not the same as being mated, it's basically the same. We are a mated pair.

“Let's go back to the village. It's almost eclipse and we’ve been out here since morning. Neteyam must be back from training. You should be there to greet him back. I wonder what the hunter has brought back for the feast?” Nang said grabbing my wrist and leading me back to the village. 

“I know the way you skxqwng.”

“Last year we lead a whole search party for you. You were so deep into the woods it took hours to find you.” Nang scolded. I knew where I was going… “And don't even say you knew where you were going. We all know that's a damn lie.” he chuckled wrapping my arm around my shoulder and pulling me in as we walked into the village. We made it just in time. I see Neteyam jumping off his Ikran. Our eyes meet, but he seems angry. I walk towards him trying to hold my posture. 

“ Ma Neteyam I’m glad you're back safe. You must be hungry please come let us go eat.” I say trying to wipe his scowl off his face. I wonder if today wasn't a successful training day. On days like this, he's usually happier once we've eaten. So I take his hand to lead him to where everybody eats.

“Not tonight Ma Tamìfa. I'm not hungry.” he walks away from me. He takes long strides away from me. My lightly smaller legs cannot keep up as well. “Ma Neteyam please come. You need to take care of your body. After we should go to the hot springs. I feel like we haven't had alone time in ages. Please Ma neteyam.” I say out of breath from him walking away. We are now at his muri.

"Just walk go away, please. I want to be alone. I've had a long day of men yelling at me during training. The last thing I want right now is your nagging.” my heart slits as I watch his throwing his hand in the air out of frustration. My neck feels hot and my eyes burn. I don't dare to cry. Crying will not help. Maybe I just need to give him space.

“I’m sorry I bothered you. I will see myself out now. Goodnight ma Neteyam.” I turn on my heels and walk back to dinner. I look down at my feet tears threatening my eyes. 

~~~

“Maitan you dare speak to your future mate like that. She did not deserve such.” Neteyams mother said fiercely. He knew she was right, but anger get to the best of us. The real reason on why he's mad is because you've been spending so much time with Nang. Nang was a couple of years older than Neteyam. He's more experienced with the way of life. That made Neteyam very jealous. Neteyam tends to overthink a lot, consequence of having three younger siblings.

“Sa’nu please I just want some rest. I've had a very long day.” 

“ Maitan im only concerned for you itan.Tamìfa is a sweet girl. You shouldn't lose your temper with her.” Netiriy softly said trying to calm him. She handed him a bowl of stew. Out of every meal created by the Na’vi people Hexapede stew was his favorite. He took one sip of it and melted. He quickly slurped up the stew and then headed to his hammock.

~~~

It's now dawn and I'm dreading getting out of this hammock. Last night I could not eat due to anxiety. It was a warm morning I could hear the creatures of pandora chirping as they got up to live their lives. My eyes start to feel heavy and I think to myself it wouldn't hurt to sleep in a little longer. My eyes shut and I start to dream.

I was having the most wonderful dream. Neteyam and I were flying our Ikran out in the night sky. I often have this dream, it is one of my favorites. The sight of him makes my heart swell knowing we will be mated for life. I can't help thinking about having many children. I want to have a family of my own someday. From time to time I think of names for our children. Neteyam has always promised me this for our future, but my dream comes to an end. I'm awoken by the Ikran screeching goodbye to the clan. I hop out of my hammock feeling the warm sunlight laying on my muri floor. I think to myself “I should start Neteyam’s necklace.” grabbing all my beads, string, and needle made of fish bones gifted by my mother.

Hours later of beading and weaving I've now created this beautiful necklace for my Neteyam. I look at it with great pride. I really do hope he likes it. My heart would break into a million pieces if he didn't. My thoughts are interrupted by the creaking of my muri flood. It's Nang he greets me as I do the same.

“Ma Nang you nearly sent me to Eywa herself.” I hold my heart out of fear.

“I'm just checking up on you Ma Tamìfa. Last night you didn't eat so I had my mother make you some roasted Teylu. I know it's not your favorite, but you must eat breakfast. From what I've learned the sky people say it's the most important meal of the day. That is probably the only thing ill agree on with them.” he chuckles 

“That is right,” I say rubbing the back of my neck out of discomfort. Nang quickly realizes. “That is bothering your neck ma Tamìfa?” he questions. “I spent all morning making Neteyam a necklace. I spent hours looking down now my neck is in so much pain.” I said sadly not knowing what to do. Maybe I should go see a practicing healer. I'm not in need of a matured healer. “We should go to the hot sprint. Come put on your bathing clothes.” Nang says persistently. He leaves my muri waiting outside to leave me to change. I get up from my seat and head towards my woven basket holding my garments. I decide to wear a newly woven set. It is covered in all shades of green and brown beads. Feathers hang off of the rectangular breast cover. As for my loincloth, it's dyed with dark green berry leaves. I attach my song cord to it and head out the door.

I meet Nang outside and start walking toward the spring. “Let us go find others to come!” I said excitingly clap my hands together. “That sound like the perfect idea ma Tamìfa.” Nang says patting the top of my head. We walk over to the Sullys hut. Before we can enter Nang and I hear arguing. We both turn our heads to face each other. “What did we just walk into.” we both say entering the muri.

“Tuk please maywe.!”kiri shouts 

“No! I want to go to the hot springs right now!” she squeaks 

“Tuk you have to eat first then we can you. Now please stop being a brat and eat. You'll never is a mighty warrior like mom. you can't even eat breakfast.” Lo’ak cried out of annoyance bringing his hand to cover his face. “Tuktiry listen to your siblings. Nang and I actually came over to ask you guys if you wanted to go to the hot spring. Now if you eat we will fly the Ikrans there.” I say in a motherly voice. Talking to Tuk like this makes me want to be a mother even more even when Tuks having a meltdown. While Lo’ak and Nang prepare Tuks meal I asked kiri to take out my braids. Now my hair flows freely with a couple of braids holding beads. “Do you want these feathers Neteyam found for me? I think they will suit you way better,” she asks in her very calming voice. My breath hitches at the thought of Neteyam. Kiri quickly notices. “What is wrong?” she says putting feathers behind my ears and attaching them to my braids. “It is not a big deal really. It's Neteyam He just got upset with me yesterday after coming back home from training.” I sigh “I'm sorry my brothers can be such asses sometimes. I'm sure he'll come around soon. After Tuk ate we left on our Ikrans heading towards the hot springs. Passing by unnoticed by the rest of us Neteyam and his training friends pass under us. 

~~~

Neteyam unmounts his Ikran and sits down bringing his hands to his face. Neteyams ears perk up to hear a conversation behind him 

“Did you see Tamìfa? She was with Nang again.” 

“She's been hanging out with him a lot maybe she's interested in a more mature man.”

“She was wearing a really nice outfit. Maybe she's trying to swoon him.”

Neteyam hated gossip but since it was about his soon-to-be mate he couldn't help being jealous. The truth is he’s been super jealous of Nang. Tamìfa and Nang have been friends before she even met Neteyam, But his anxiety gets the best of him. He tightly grips his bow and walks over to his Ikran to go fly to the hot spring. He knew you'd be there because he overheard Tuk asking Kiri this morning.

~~~

We got to the hot spring and immediately jumped in. now soaked I find a stop next to Nang. “I really wish Neteyam was here. We barely get to spend time with each other these days” I say saddened by his presence not being around. “Don't worry hell come around” Nang comforts me putting his arm around my shoulder to bring me into a hug. I wish it was Neteyam giving me a hug. We pull away from each other and he swims away probably to go talk to Lo’ak. My ears twitch back hearing a branch break. I look back to see Neteyam, my Neteyam. 

“Neteyam what are you doing here I thought you had training?”

“I got off early.”

“Do you want to hang out with us? I feel like we haven’t hung out in weeks. Come in the water it's nice and warm it will relax your muscles. I have a gift for you. I say excitingly pulling his necklace out. Im soon interrupted by his words.

“Why are you always hanging out with Nang these days ma Tamìfa? Every time you're around he follows like he's lost,” he questions me. We've never really had a problem like this before. He seems to be really upset with me. That is the last thing I want right now.

“Nang? He’s one of my longest friends ma Neteyam.”

“Friends don't hug as much as he does.”

“You're being unreasonable ma Neteyam. He keeps me company when you're away. These past few months you've barely paid any attention to me.” 

“You know what I'm just gonna leave. Nang can have you. Since he has so much time for you.” I didn't want him to go. What did he mean Nang could have me? Nang already has a mate. They mated a few months ago.

“Ma Neteyam please don’t go. I want you.” I cry tears now burning my skin falling down my face. What did I do wrong? I thought I was doing everything right. I made sure he ate, healed his wounds, and gave him nothing but support. Now he's leaving me. I watch him walk away ignoring my last words. My heart is broken into a million pieces. What will I do now?

~~~

It's been two weeks yet I have not left my muri. My heart is giving out I can feel it in my stomach. My skin is dull and my body is thinner. I haven't eaten a proper meal in days. How can I eat when the love of my life has left me? Kiri, Lo’ak, and Nang all try to visit me but I do not answer. I wish for Eywa to call upon my return. I lay in my hammock just as I have for a week but this time it's different Kiri burst into my room yelling for me.

“Tamìfa awaken now. I will not let you rot away over my ridiculously stupid brother. Come summer is in full bloom it's perfect to swim in the river. Everybody is there partying. “Everybody?” I question. “Yes he's there but, that doesn't matter.” 

“Kiri I can’t let him see me like this I look a mess.”

“How about I do your hair in nice braids and you put a cute outfit on? Will that make you feel better. ?” kiri said about to say more but was interrupted by a male Na’vi walking into my muri. I only saw his shadow at first. I hoped it was Neteyam, but I’m soon let down. It's just Nang checking up on me. ‘I saw your curtain was open. Are you feeling any better?” he coos in a worried tone.” “Everybody is down at the river. You should come, get some sun on your skin. I'm meeting Ekong there. Ekong is his mate.

“See we all want you to go now sit down so I can do your hair. Namg go pick he out an outfit.’ kiri directs like a war leader.

~~~ 

I hop off my Ikran feeling so uncomfortable. My hair is in a style that not many Ometicya women were here it's more of a Metkyina style hair with a braid on top and loose flowing hair in the back. Not to mention Nang picked out an outfit I'd never worn before due to the fact it was quite small. I feel like they all want Neteyam to regret what he did. I walk passed the brush leading the way to the lake I hear Na’vi and music being played. Nang leaves us to go swimming with his mate. Now it's just me and Kiri. I look over to my left but she's gone. She’s probably bonging with the creatures of the forest. Feeling awkward I find myself sitting on a rock at the edge of the lake dipping my feet into the water. I feel multiple eyes on my back trying to not think about it I look forward. Clear a day I see neteyam surrounded by young Na’vi women. Our eyes meet but a look down at my feet quickly not wanting to look at him a second more.

~~~

Neteyams heart could burst out of his chest seeing you. You looked like a goddess. He's spent his entire training break all alone. He wishes he could say sorry and take it all back but he didn't have the guts. His whole family is disappointed in him. Today these Na’vi girls just wouldn't leave his side. If Neteyam went swimming they did or if he went to look for pebbles so did they. He couldn't keep them away

“Oh look who showed up.” an unknown Na’vi girl said.

“She looks so sexy and I don't think were the only ones who noticed.” one of them giggles pointing at the Na’vi men sitting a distance behind her. Neteyam couldn't help but feel rage. He knew it was wrong because he was the one who hurt you. He watched the men walk toward you and sit next to you his eyes filled with rage. The girls quickly noticed 

“Don't worry about her Neteyam you guys were just a fling.” one other girl said.

“Plus she has Nang.”

“Not all the time. Nang mated to Ekong months ago when the men were off.” 

right there and then Neteyam felt like such a fool. You told him he had nothing to worry about anything between you and Nang, but he was filled with so much envy it clouded his mind. He knew he needed to do something about these boys. He stood up harshly knocking one of the girls off her feet.

~~~

It was as if my stomach was hollow. The men walked up to me and started bomb barding me with questions. I couldn't keep up with all of them.

“So you a Neteyam are really over huh?”

“Come swim with us, sweetheart.”

“We can treat you better than he ever did.” little did they know Neteyam could hear everything. You looked right passed the men into his golden eyes. They noticed and turned around terrified. “Oh hey Neteyam didn't see you there.” one of them said scratching the back of their neck trying to keep calm. “Back off. Now.” was all Neteyam said. Why was he mad? He was the one who broke up with me. Though this really made my heart throb. I feel guilty for still loving him. He's probably been such a player after our breakup. My heart splits just thinking about him even talking to other girls.    

“Why should I? You're the one who broke up with her. You obviously don't know a good woman when they're sitting right in front of you.” that threw Neteyam off the edge before I knew it Neteyam punch the guy right in his jaw. “Ma Neteyam! What are you doing? You can't just go punching people for speaking truth.” I scream but am quickly cut off by him grabbing my wrist. He pulls me deep into the first unseen but nobody but Ewya herself.  

“Ma Neteyam let go of me. Im not yours anymore.” I cry

“I know I'm sorry but please listen for just a moment Ma Tamìfa,” he said grabbing my shoulders “I'm so sorry I'm such a fool. I should have listened to you. I should have never left you all alone. I'm a fool I didn't treat you how you deserved and now I'm paying for my sins. I hate seeing other guys think they can have you. I hate the thought of being with anybody else besides you Ma Tamìfa. I know I'm such an ass for treating you so coldly during my training. I should have seen the beautiful woman right in front of me.” he said all in one breath. I don't know what to say. This is everything I could ever want. My heart fills with joy. What do I do? He looks into my eyes dropping to his knees. He tightly grasped my legs crying. Seeing him like this broke me. I need to lift this pain holding him down on his knees.

“Ma Neteyam please get up.”

“Not until you say it! Say you'll take me back. Please I’ll do anything.” he sobs. He's getting too overwhelmed. He thinks the worst is about to happen. I sit down on the floor touching our heads. “I want you to Ma Neteyam.” those words almost didn't register in his mind. He looked up at me in disbelief. “Ma Neteyam I need you my life has no beginning without you,” 

In that very moment, we grab each other's faces and our lips connect as one. I feel butterflies in my stomach as if it were our first kiss.

“Ma Neteyam I have i gift for you.”

“ my sweet I do not deserve such things,” he said wiping my tears                                                                                                                      

“ it was meant for the day we went to the hot springs.”

“The day we broke up…”

“Yes, but that doesn't matter anymore here my love.” I pulled the hand-beaded necklace out of my bag. I softly placed it into his hands. “My sweet did you make all of this? It's beautiful.” he rushes to put it on. When it's on his skin glows as the sun reflects off the iridescent beads. My heart is jumping out of my chest seeing him finally wear it. 

~~~

We dove into the river as one. He grabbed my waist pulling me into a kiss once again. I thanked Eywa for bringing this man back into my life once again. “Everybody is watching Ma Neteyam.” “let them. Let every Na’vi in this clan that you're mine. For as long as the stars come out in the night sky I will never let you go my sweet.” his eyes soften looking into my eyes. “Become my mate officially Ma Tamìfa. Let's have the ceremony after my dream hunt.” I could not speak. I've waited for those words all my life. I waited for him to ask again as soon as we made up. “Yes of course Ma Neteyam.” I joyfully scream wrapping my arms around his muscular neck. We bring our heads together.

“Oel ngati kameie Ma Tamìfa”

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[silantryoo]

choi yunjin (jini) x reader (angst)

WARNINGS ; internalized & blatant homophobia

yunjin watches as you talk to your girlfriend, tears threatening to fall from her eyes as her members look at her in pity.

she stares, wondering if you still remember how everything was back then. she wonders if deep down, you feel the same way she does when she looks at you.

maybe if she had been different, everything would have been just like the way she imagines it every single night.

she just wants you back in her life, even if that meant hurting herself for a single chance, just like she had hurt you.

but yunjin knew it was too late.

[CHOI YUNJIN, FOUR YEARS OLD]

she was only four then, but she could remember it clearly.

you had been wearing a pokemon sweater paired with a light pink tutu. she was watching you from her window as your parents moved your things into the house. you sat on the curb of the street as cars passed you. she remembers going up to you, worried that you were going to get hit but you had been too preoccupied with your DS to notice her.

"you should move." she scolded you, your eyes still trained onto your device. "you're gonna get hurt."

"my mom said i shouldn't talk to strangers," you muttered out, scooting away as she sat next to you.

yunjin frowned. "i'm just a kid. i can't hurt you."

you paused your game and looked up at the girl.

yunjin didn't know what love was back then, but she was sure it felt something like when she first met your eyes.

"how old are you?" you asked her, watching as her tanned face turned a bright red.

yunjin cleared her throat and raised four fingers. "i'm four and one months."

"i'm four and three months." you smirked at her. you stood up, puffing your chest out as you locked eyes with yunjin. "you shouldn't tell your unnie what to do."

"you aren't my unnie." yunjin followed you, standing up and towering over your tiny body. "we're the same age."

"whatever." you rolled your eyes, watching as yunjin scanned your face closely. "can you go away now? i wanna play by myself."

yunjin shook her head. "no."

"why?"

"i don't want you to get hurt."

"why?"

yunjin hummed to herself, scratching her head as she thought of a reason. "because you're pretty."

you looked at her weirdly before shrugging.

"why didn't you just tell me that?" you gripped onto your DS as another car passed you.

yunjin shook her head. "girls can't call girls pretty."

"yeah, they can." you gave her another weird look. "i call my mom pretty all the time."

yunjin shook her head again. "that's not what i meant."

you tilted your head. she wasn't sure why you were confused. it was just common sense. girls can't call other girls pretty except themselves. it was something that you could only say to boys.

she watched as you walked away, and although she knew she shouldn't chase after you, she still did.

yunjin spent the entire day with you that day.

[CHOI YUNJIN, EIGHT YEARS OLD]

yunjin was sprawled on the ground, her body sore from the dance group that her mom had signed her up for. despite being tired, she wanted to hang out with you, even if that meant that you were doing your homework from cram school, mumbling as she groaned about how tired she was that day.

yunjin watched you, the radio in your room played 'nobody' by the wonder girls.

"i want to be an idol."

yunjin watched as you stopped writing and turned towards her. "okay?"

"aren't you happy for me?" yunjin frowned, expecting more of a reaction from you. "i figured out what to do with my life!"

you rolled your eyes at the younger girl's theatrics.

"you were always going to perform one way or another." you shrugged nonchalantly. "it's what you were born to do."

yunjin could feel herself blushing for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. she loved getting compliments from you. it always made her feel special.

"you think so?" she muttered shyly.

"yeah." you smiled fondly at the girl, almost as if you were thinking about something. "you're kinda like those tigers in the wild."

yunjin gasped. she sat up and threw the nearest pillow at your head. "that's mean!"

"no it's not!" you caught it mid-air, trying to hold down your laughter as yunjin continued to whine. "tigers are pretty and they're strong! you're mean!"

"well, how was i supposed to know what you meant?" she shouted back at you, slightly annoyed and embarrassed.

"you should already know since you're my best friend!" you frowned.

"well, i'm sorry!"

"me too!"

a loud knock cut the two of you off.

"do you guys want some ice cream?" you heard your mom's muffled voice through the door.

you stood up and looked at yunjin. the two of you raced towards the door.

"i want cheese flavored!"

[CHOI YUNJIN, ELEVEN YEARS OLD]

yunjin tucked her hair to the side, keeping her head down as she listened to the whispers around her. she knew that it was a bad idea that her mom knew. she was going to tell everyone (and she did).

"jinni!"

yunjin looked up before feeling herself getting lifted off the ground. she looked down to see who was holding her, only to find you smiling up at her.

her face turned red as everyone in the hallway watched the two of you.

"y/nnie!" she slapped your arm, too happy to put any force into it. "put me down, everyone's staring!"

"who cares?" you grinned wider, holding her with one arm as you pointed at the taller girl. "choi yunjin is a future idol in the making!"

if no one was paying attention, everyone was now. they giggled at your gesture, some even cheering for yunjin as she hid her face in her hands.

despite being nervous, her heart was beating fast for another reason.

"put me down!" she complained another time, feeling everyone's stares on her as the two of you disrupted everyone's break.

"she's gonna buy her best friend the biggest house in the entire world!" you added on, laughing as she yelled at you again.

she slapped the top of your head, causing you to put her down. yunjin looked over at you, wondering if she actually hurt you, only for you to look up at her with a grin.

"i'm so proud of you," you said softly.

yunjin could feel the air escape from her chest. "really?"

"yeah, duh." you rolled your eyes, earning another slap from the soon-to-be trainee. "it just sucks that you're moving."

yunjin nodded. it was one of the only things that she hated about the deal. although she was pursuing her dreams, she would always know that a part of her will be back here with you.

"we can always call," she muttered.

you covered your mouth as you thought. "or we can just dorm together."

"what are you talking about?" yunjin looked at you. you were supposed to be the smart one, not her.

you smirked as you raised your hands up. "i got into hansan."

"what?"

"we're dorming together, idiot!" you laughed loudly at yunjin's shocked face. "my mom said that—"

with adrenaline filling up inside her body, she launched herself at you, lifting you up as you screamed in terror. "we're dorming!"

"jinni, put me down!"

[CHOI YUNJIN, THIRTEEN YEARS OLD]

yunjin buried herself in what seemed to be a cocoon of her self-pity. she was embarrassed and disgusted with herself. she shouldn't have done what she did. it scared her that she did it without thinking, but what scared her the most was that she wanted to do it again.

she wanted to kiss you again.

"jinni." you said, closing your dorm room.

you walked to the window, allowing the moonlight so enter the room. yunjin covered her head with her blanket.

"go away." she muffled out.

"jinni..." you sighed, sitting on her bed as she scooted away from you. "you know i don't care that you kissed me."

yunjin groaned, slamming her blankets away from her puffy face. "go. away."

you frowned. you didn't realize that she had been so torn up about something like this. she had always been supportive of your preferences, but you guessed it was different when it came to her.

"yunjin."

she whined, turning to look at you. she hated how you could be so calm about something like this. "leave me alone, y/n."

you stared at her with an emotion she couldn't place back then (but thinking about it now, she realizes it was hurt).

"why did you kiss me?" you asked.

"i don't know!" she kicked her feet around, almost breaking out into a sob. "stop bugging me!"

"choi yunjin."

she huffed and sat up, looking at your perfect face. looking at you made her angry. "you looked pretty."

you opened your mouth to speak, only to end up chuckling lightly, something that made yunjin angrier than she ever had been. "you could've just said that."

"i'm not like you, okay?" she growled back, her eyes turning into a sharp glare. "i'll never be like you."

yunjin watched as your smile slowly dropped, making her realize that she had messed you.

you smiled at her with watery eyes, your voice slightly wavering. "you didn't have to say that, y'know?"

yunjin gulped. she had only seen you cry once in your life, and that was when you had been so heartbroken about how your own grandparents refused to talk to you during last years christmas.

you had ran to her house, tears in your eyes and she held you for the entire night.

she never wanted you to feel that way again.

"y/nnie, wait." she moved the blanket off of her legs, trying to grab your arm as you made your way to your side of the room. "i didn't mean it like that."

"it doesn't matter." you muttered. "i'm going to sleep."

"y/nnie," she whispered as your figure turned away from her. "i'm sorry."

"goodnight, yunjin."

she remembers that she stayed up the entire night, listening to you as you tried your best not to cry too loud so she could sleep.

she remembers that that was the very first time you called her yunjin, and every year since then, she would have the same dream over and over again, like her brain was taunting her for breaking her promise.

yunjin wishes she could go back in time.

[CHOI YUNJIN, FIFTEEN YEARS OLD]

"jinni!" you waved at her, your uniform smoothed out and completely wrinkle-free.

"y/nnie!" yunjin shouted as you engulfed her in a hug, one that you made sure not to linger too long. "i'm so nervous."

"don't be." you punched her arm lightly, watching as she furrowed her eyebrows. "it's just graduation."

"i know but—"

"school doesn't matter anyways." you squeezed her arm reassuringly, sending waves of electricity up down her entire body. "you're gonna be famous, remember?"

yunjin shook her head. "i might not even debut."

"then they're stupid for that." you scoffed, ushering her to walk to the gym for the ceremony. "if i was jyp, i'd keep you in my company forever."

you cringed at the thought of you suddenly turning into an old, withered man.

"you aren't jyp." yunjin grinned, feeling much lighter than before.

you chuckled nervously, the thought of being the ceo terrifying you. "thank god."

"hey y/n?" yunjin stopped in her tracks.

you turned around to face her, her eyes bright with unshed tears. "yeah?"

yunjin remembers how many things she wanted to say to you, some of them even terrifying her to a point where it ended up with her hurting you in future situations.

she wished she was brave enough back then.

"thank you." yunjin said simply.

you looked at her weirdly. "for what?"

"i don't know." she shrugged, feeling her face burn in embarrassment.

"you are so weird." you laughed, grabbing her hand gently. "it's a good thing you're pretty."

yunjin rolled her eyes and punched you with her free hand, too scared to let go of you in fear that you would disappear.

"i hope you trip on your way up."

"i hate you." you stuck your tongue out, earning a laugh from the trainee.

she remembers when you used those words as a joke, instead of a truth.

[CHOI YUNJIN, SIXTEEN YEARS OLD]

her mom had agreed for her to stop going to high school. she was finally going to put her 100% into being a trainee. she was gonna reach her dream.

but there was only one problem.

"y/nnie." yunjin hugged you tightly, her luggage packed right behind her.

"jinni." you pulled away, wiping the younger girl's tears. "hey, don't be sad."

"i'm sorry," she said, meaning more than what she could ever tell you.

"it's okay." you smiled, patting her shoulder lightly. "this is your dream, isn't it?"

yunjin nodded. "yeah."

"don't let me hold you back." you whispered, almost as if it meant more than just meets the eye. "i just want to see you shine on stage."

"i don't want to leave you." she shook her head, pulling you into another hug.

"you won't." you laughed loudly. yunjin felt herself smile against your shoulder. "we'll still be friends. i'll text you every day, okay?"

she nodded against you shoulder, listening to your heart beat.

"y/nnie?"

"yeah?"

"thank you." yunjin wished (and still wishes) she could say more.

she felt her shoulder getting wet. "for what?"

"for you."

"well, thank you for you too, weirdo." yunjin hear you sniffle as you pulled back, quickly wiping your face. "don't forget to give me yuna-sunbaenim's number."

yunjin frowned, but quickly hid it with a playful smile. "i'll try."

"i'll be waiting." you winked, giving the younger girl a last squeeze on her arm. "you better work hard because you're definitely going to be my bias."

her heart fluttered at the thought of you supporting her while she was on stage. "okay."

"i'll miss you," you whispered, softer that she had ever heard you spoke.

"i'll miss you too."

yunjin wishes that she kissed you there.

[CHOI YUNJIN, SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD]

you groaned, feeling as if your arm was about to be torn off as yunjin dragged you out into the hallway. your other hand gripped onto the bento box that you had made especially just for her.

"why are you here?" she whisper-yelled at you, dropping your arm harshly.

you looked at her confused. "you said to visit?"

"not at the dorms! are you insane?" yunjin scratched her head. she looked around and saw that no one was to be found. "what if they saw you?"

you squinted, not sure what she was implying.

"what if who saw me?" you asked slowly.

she rolled her eyes. "y/nnie, please."

you scoffed at the taller girl. "are you embarrassed by me?"

"no." yunjin clenched her jaw, a habit you knew she did when she was lying. "look, just tell me first."

"you asked me to stop by." you yelled, gripping on tighter to the food in your hands.

yunjin shushed you, looking around.

"this wasn't what i meant though." she rubbed her forehead.

she watched as you smirked in disbelief. "what did you mean then?"

"couldn't we meet outside?"

"like at night? with our faces covered?" you asked, watching as she nodded furiously, thinking that you finally understood what she meant. "i cannot believe you."

"i'm debuting soon." yunjin tried to explain, not wanting you to be upset. "i can't have people finding out that i'm friends with someone like you."

yunjin remembers how your face went stoic. she relives that moment every night, knowing that it was the day that you had fully closed yourself off to her.

she had fully lost you.

"someone like me." you nodded, an eerily happy smile on your face. "someone like me?"

yunjin's eyes widened. "that came out wrong. you know that isn't what i meant."

she watched as tears fell down from your face.

"screw you, choi yunjin."

yunjin reached out for your arm, but you pulled away faster than she could react. "y/nnie..."

"i've been so patient with you and you're gonna treat me like garbage?" you swallowed, trying to hold back a sob. "no one's gonna see me here!"

"the trainees—" yunjin pointed to her door, noticing how yoona and kyujin's heads were popping out from the doorway.

she could deal with them later. what mattered now was you.

"the trainees know who i am! even the idols do!" you sighed, tears now waterfalling down your face. "i get that you don't agree with it but why'd you have to be such a dick about it?"

"y/nnie, i'm sorry." yunjin reached out to you, but it was as if you were gone.

"don't ever fucking talk to me again." you shoved the bento in her hands. wiping your eyes, she remembers your last words to her. "i hate you, choi yunjin."

she watched you walk away, tears falling on the pokemon bento that you gave her, the same one that she had gifted you back when you were kids on your seventh birthday.

if she knew that that was the last time you would ever talk to her, she would've done things differently. maybe then, she would be standing with you instead.

but it doesn't matter anymore.

[CHOI YUNJIN, EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD]

yunjin smiles happily. she had finally won her first award after working so hard all those years. now she was standing in the back rooms as her seniors congratulate her team.

she knows that she should've been happy, but she couldn't help but feel like she was missing something.

yunjin feels a tap on her shoulder.

"yunjin?"

she turns around, and it suddenly feels like she was back on the curb at her childhood house, watching you almost get run over by a car.

"y/nnie?" yunjin says out of habit. her face twitches into a smile. "hey."

"congrats on your first award!" you give her a hug, one that doesn't last as long as the ones before.

yunjin wonders when the last time you hugged her was.

"thank you." yunjin bows to you, a smile on her face. "what are you doing here?"

you shrug, yunjin too busy staring at you to notice that you had been scanning the area. "nothing much. i'm just here to visit someone."

yunjin nods, suddenly feeling awkward about your last interaction more than a year ago. "i'm sorry about—"

"it's okay." you nod understandingly. you give her a light squeeze on her shoulder, and she feels like she was taken back in time. "i get it. you were scared and i shouldn't have said what i said either."

yunjin swallows. "y/n, i think i'm in l—"

"jagi!"

she watches as you turn around, her face dropping as soon as she sees the person who had yelled for you.

"shin yuna!" you giggle as the idol wraps you in her arms. "can't you be any quieter?"

yunjin watches as yuna pouts. "but i missed you."

"i missed you too."

yunjin was going to be sick.

"jinni-ssi, hi." the younger girl's head snaps up at her senior addressing her. "please don't tell anyone but this is y/n. she's my girlfriend."

she tries her best to seem unaffected, but she could tell by yoona's worried look over your shoulder that she wasn't doing a good job.

yunjin smiles tightly. "girlfriend?"

"i found her crying outside the jyp building a year ago, i think?" yunjin watches as you looked at yuna the way she remembers you looking at her. "i thought she was gonna get hit by a car or something."

"i was careful!" you whine.

yuna rolls her eyes, pressing a soft kiss on your cheek. "no, you were crying."

yunjin hates that you look happy, but she what she hates even more was the fact that the reason you were with yuna in the first place was because of her.

she lost you. you didn't lose her.

"you guys look good together." yunjin nods, bowing once more at yuna who sends her a smile.

"thank you." you smile back, relief flooding your chest. "it was nice seeing you again, yunjin."

you bowed down, your eyes meeting hers. (i loved you, jinni, but you were too scared.)

"you too, y/n."

(i know. i'm sorry. i love you.)

[Y/L/N Y/N, EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD]

yuna looks at you with a curious gaze. "how do you know who she is?"

"she's just an old friend." you shrug, as if yunjin wasn't the first person to ever hold your heart in the palm of her hands.

you smile bittersweetly as yuna wraps her arms around you.

(maybe in another life, choi yunjin.)

> main masterlist.

[corfisers]

talking about mother because i need to get this shit off my chest, but it's very long and mostly about grief, death, animal neglect and senseless suffering that could've been avoided

so, her cat died. a kitten, really, i think she was just a bit older than three months. that makes a fourth cat that died in the same way for "mysterious" reasons (read: nothing my mother says on the topic makes any sense, and she didn't bother at any point, with any of them, to go to the vet and try to get help or at the very least figure out what was wrong. they all just get "sick", don't eat, drink and eventually don't move, and then die. in the last kitten's case it was apparently fleas that killed it. sure) in the past... two? years. there was one cat that she picked up off the street, and she eventually ran away for good. the one who got out, not after her kitten died too tho

and like, i'd be more sympathetic if my mother at least tried to do something, but every time it plays out the same way. she tells me that a cat got sick, then i find out that it's been sick for longer than my mother initially told me, then i yell at her to go to the vet. the clinic is about 10 minutes away btw, and it's not like we've got a bunch of professionals in my hometown, but hey, they managed to help out my guinea pigs. worst case scenario, they could've at least euthanize the animal instead of letting it literally just lay there and slowly die without food and water (there is no way i'd believe that my mother tried to nurse any of them). one of the cats, her favorite one, the one she was calling her son and whatnot, was dying like this for days and she didn't move a finger. i still feel guilty for not dropping everything and getting on the bus just to go and take care of him myself

i feel guilty about this kitten, too, because when i told a friend that my mother got another one, she said that the cat is going to die if i don't take her in. and i was weirdly optimistic, thought that maybe it won't be the case this time. my mistake. not like i can have a cat in this apartment, nor do i have the money for one, but fuck

and everything is about my mother somehow. she called me the other day at around 4:30 in the morning, saying that she can't find the cat, and the answer to my "why the fuck are you calling me instead of looking for her?" was "i'm scared". fucking scared? not worried, not concerned that maybe the animal needs help, maybe she got stuck, maybe she jumped off the balcony again. no, she's scared of finding it dead and getting upset, that's the only thing that matters. i shouldn't be surprised, because when my grandma doesn't pick up the phone, the thought that maybe something happened doesn't fucking cross her mind, she doesn't come over to her place (10 minutes!!!) to check, doesn't call me to ask if she's okay. meanwhile every time my mother doesn't answer because she's drinking, sleeping or simply doesn't feel like it, me and grandma both worry. hell, even when they don't talk to each other i'd report to grandma if mother at least was online on whatsapp

the worst one was the dog tho. the old chihuahua with cancer. i think i was still in uni, or just wasn't visiting often, but i'd ask periodically how she's doing, if she's in pain, if maybe it's time to go to the vet to put her to rest instead of prolonging the suffering. and every time my mother would tell me that she's alright, she's cheerful enough, she doesn't seem to be too bothered by the tumor, there's still time. and i'd believe her, because why wouldn't i, that was before all of the cats and before things really went to shit (or before it became obvious i guess). and then i go home for a visit, in winter iirc, and i see the dog and it's obvious from one fucking glance that the animal is suffering. i get angry, i scold my mother, i ask why the fuck didn't she tell me how bad things actually were (she already wasn't letting grandma in her apartment at that point, so she had no idea either). it is mostly anger at least, i can handle anger, it's stronger than the rest. but then the dog has one of those fits where it starts trashing around and screaming like no living being should, and hey, guess what? not the first time, apparently. and after a few of those anger doesn't really help anymore, and i remember trying to comfort and calm her down at some point and crying. and my mother asks me why (is it not fucking obvious?) and has the gall to tell me "well, imagine how it is for me". clearly not horrible enough to actually do something about it. i wish it fucking was tho. between all that, add a cute little scene of me pouring out her alcohol in the sink, that one is going to repeat more times than i'd like

the first day of my visit was saturday, the vet clinic was closed until monday, so it was two miserable days of... this, and i don't know how many days it actually has been for the dog. monday morning the moment they open we go to the vet, and of course i'm the one who has to do the talking, to hold the dog (i'm still reminded of that every time i look at the sleeve of the jacket i was wearing then), while my mother sits in the corridor and sobs, poor sensitive soul, too sensitive to even look. as if it wasn't her fault it got as bad as it did

at the end of the day, i choose to be angry. i don't know how to process anything else. there are some things about my mother that feel almost incomprehensible to me. i look at my grandma and i see the grief she has for her husband and son, both of whom died before i was born. and i feel some of it too, when i look at the pictures or listen to her stories, when i read some of my uncle's books when i was still living with grandma. i look at my mother and see nothing. and then i remember how she made both deaths about herself, somehow, so i guess this lack of grief makes sense. it's about her, always. not to compare death of a family member to that of an animal, but with my mother it feels the same in the lack of impact. and sure, people grieve differently. i don't know how i will, when it finally hits. but i think there at least should be some consideration for how it is for the people around you. the few times i was close to killing myself, the thought of inflicting this grief on my grandma and mother would be one of the reasons i didn't. i wasn't cruel enough. to be honest, now i feel like if i actually went through with it, only one of them would care. a shame, really, because while i'm not suicidal enough, i'm definitely cruel and angry enough to at least entertain the thought of inflicting that on my mother. but again, she wouldn't care enough, so ultimately there's no point in even fantasying about it

worst part is that i do pity her, still

some shitty pictures of the kitten, to finish it off. if i knew it would be the only time i see her, i would've taken more and better. she was very curious, playful, small, with a cute little face and a tiny voice. i was looking forward to playing with her again and seeing her grow. i should've taken her, despite the circumstances. i'm sorry

[mcalhenwrites]

I'm sincerely trying to find answers to these questions. I'm seeking advice.

I'm going to start this off by stating that I'm still writing. I haven't quit. I'm not going to quit. This is about sharing. I've had so many people assume I quit writing or only will write for the sake of being a published author. I'll always be writing as long as I'm alive.

And as someone who firmly believes that people can choose whether or not to share their art with the world and no one else gets to decide that, I also believe that it's not wrong to want to have readers. Libraries and bookstores and art galleries and art sites and everything else - we connect to each other through art. It wouldn't exist if everyone just went, "Welp, I made the thing, good for me. Done!" And if someone is going to tell me that I should feel that way, I hope you keep all your writing and art to yourself. If not, I'd consider it a kindness to us both if you don't respond to this post through comments, DMs, or asks. Thank you. ;)

So onto the questions I'm seeking advice on.

How can I overcome the shame of posting writing for about 14 years and still barely getting readers? (But often getting a lot of critique?)

I've been in writing circles, reading and cheering on others, and they read one anothers' writing, but I'm frequently passed over/ignored - and that's the kinder response. I've been told that I'm there for my support only, that I'm not a good enough writer myself, that my characters are all the same.

How does one keep posting links to their published work or AO3 chapters/works, when they never get any likes or reblogs across several websites?

When friends have done nothing but scold them for not being good at PR, when I'm just... I'm a writer, not a businessman. And I am trying, but even popular authors on social media have mentioned that word-of-mouth and boosting of their work on social media has impacted their success? That M*sk taking over one of those sites has negatively impacted their interactions and therefore their sales? (Wouldn't this mean they also suck ass at PR? xD)

Am I supposed to believe I have a chance, when even established authors are struggling?

I don't like myself very much, and I'm ashamed of level of skill, even though I enjoy writing so much I can't help but always want to do it. I can't help but create stories and get excited about writing them down. There are even times I feel like I've made progress. Gotten better as a writer.

But it's so hard not to end up letting other people make me feel ashamed.

It's true I shouldn't listen to those people, but why have they been so many, and why is the positivity always so few and far in-between? Maybe if it was one voice in one-hundred, but what if it's twenty voices out of thirty? What am I to believe then? When even friends clearly have no faith in my works and don't want to be seen associating with it?

I wanted to be a published writer. I wanted to make a little bit of an income on writing, so I'd have reason to do what I love even more.

But I've spent most of my life feeling like a fool who keeps humiliating himself. Who wonders if the truth is that I'm worse at writing than even I'm willing to admit.

I had one story that "took off" on AO3, but even that lost readers by the end, and no one is interesting in anything I have created before or since then.

And that story... I've been editing it heavily and even added chapters, and I'm like, "I should post the new version sometime" but I'm convinced no one even wants it. (And I'd have to do it for free, and I can't afford to do things for free. I just got on medicaid finally and went to a food pantry last week and keep applying for help, and I have to wait until April to see a doctor to get critical help for my multiple health issues that might make my ability to work even harder. I broke down and crocheted stock for a table this month, and the pain in my wrist is excruciating, and the pain my heart that I can't spend half that time making personal passion projects with something I only want to do as a hobby is even more excruciating. So no, not every story of mine can just be churned out for free.)

Anyway, thank you for reading and your time, and if you have legitimate advice/answers/support... I could use it. I could use it more than ever. 

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Blake x reader where it’s literally just them cuddling and he gets self-conscious since he lost his two limbs and reader says they still love him and kiss all over his face to make him feel loved. My boi needs love sobssss

"Are..you sure you're okay with this?"

"Of course, Blake. Why wouldn't I be?"

"..well, it’s just...never mind." As Blake sighed, he rested his head on your chest, hopelessly attempting to wrap his arm around you. But then he quickly remembered it wasn't there anymore; in its place was a stump that ended just after his shoulder.

Meanwhile, you had both of your arms wrapped completely around him, and while it made him feel secure...he felt guilty that he couldn’t hug you the same way. Not like he used to. You didn’t mind it, but he was still upset over it.

Of course, the frequent phantom pains didn’t help matters either. He'd get them in both of his missing limbs from time to time, which usually ended in panic.

Today they were particularly bad, so you were both cuddling together, with them eventually going away. He ditched his prosthetics so you weren’t feeling cold plastic or metal against your skin.

Despite you reassuring him it was fine, he decided to leave them off, valuing your comfort over his own.

Though staring at his stumped arm made him feel rather insecure...and had him thinking...

Even so, he wishes he listened to all of the signs to turn back.

He still didn’t understand why you’d stay with him, even after proving to you that he was an idiot who nearly got himself frozen to death.

You never berated him for going up to Mt. Silver without telling you..or said he “deserved” any of this (despite what his constant nightmares claimed).

But no.

He didn’t and this is what happened to him.

If only he told himself “becoming champion is enough”, then he wouldn’t have ended up like this. He wouldn’t feel like a huge burden on you; he wouldn’t feel like the most abnormal person in all of Johto.

In public, he’d notice the younger trainers and little kids who once admired him now staring and whispering things as he walked by.

None of them would talk to him like they used to...and he wondered if it’s because of what he looked like now. Surely it had to be strange to see someone missing a leg and arm--especially the champion himself.

You, on the other hand, haven’t stopped loving him one bit. You never treated him any differently. In fact, you recently scolded a few snobby brats who joked about him being a “normal/steel-type” because of his prosthetics, crushing their puny Pokémon in battle when the taunts have gone too far and insulted your relationship with him.

Not even Silver was as mean as they were.

Even though he pretended to be fine afterwards, their words still hurt like hell, and Blake hasn't stopped thinking about them since.

You shouldn't have to fight people because of him.

Tears started to well up in his eyes as he began to overthink everything, and he silently cursed himself for letting this happen. For letting his mind get off track.

Maybe they were right. You deserved better than him.

You deserved someone "normal".

This was supposed to be helping him calm down.

Yet, once again, he ruined things for himself and you.

The whimper that escaped his lips didn't go unnoticed by you, making you stop petting his hair and frowning. "Blake? What’s wrong, honey?” You softly spoke, worried that he was feeling those pains again.

"Wh-Why...why bother trying anymore?"

"Trying..what?"

"...to l-love me even though I did this to myself.." Despite his attempts to stifle his sobs, they came out anyways, tears slipping down his cheeks as he finally broke down. "Y-You could have anyone you want..why stay with this...th-this limbless freak?”

To hear him say that shattered your heart.

"Blake, you are not a freak." You hugged him closely, rubbing the back of his head as he cried quietly into your shirt. His good hand clutched desperately at it. “I don’t wanna hear you say that again. You think I’d love you any less because of what happened? Because of what a few stupid kids said?”

“..I-I..I don’t know. I just..I feel bad..because I’m not the Champion y-you fell in love with anymore-”

“That’s not who I fell in love with. I love the kind, funny, and selfless Blake Gold who cares for his Pokémon and never gives up on his dreams.” You corrected him, gently resting a hand on his stumped arm. “If you think this changes any of that, you’re wrong.”

He quieted down a little, sniffling as he looked to see where your hand was, and then his gaze went back to you, astonished. "Do you...mean that?”

Nodding, you smiled and rubbed his arm in comfort. “I mean every word. Let me prove it.” You then moved your hand underneath his chin, drawing him closer so you could kiss every square inch of his face.

He immediately blushed at your actions, but happy tears soon replaced his sad ones, knowing you truly did wanna stick by him. And that your love was still strong--perhaps even stronger than before now.

Part of him felt ashamed for ever doubting you and crying over the possibility you only dated him because of his fame, fearing you’d abandon him when he fell apart.

But no. You were here to stay for the long run.

You pulled away to look at each other for a few moments, and you could see Blake’s own smile returning. “I see you’re convinced now.”

“Yeah..I..I’m sorry..”

“For what?”

“For just..being an idiot, as usual.” He lightly joked. “I shouldn’t let this crap get to my head. I know you’ll always love me, I...I just...I guess I just needed to hear you say that.” Then he closed his eyes and snuggled back against you, burying his face into your chest.

“Of course,” you chuckled softly, petting his hair once more. “I’d do anything for my lovable idiot boyfriend.”

He just huffed, but said nothing more as his good arm squeezed you tightly.

Arceus only knows how badly he needed to hear your words.

[thestrvnger0]

Something inspired by june...

When I finished Supernatural I was furious so I wrote this in impulse..so here you go(english is bad because it is not my native language)

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Aaaaaa they didn't show Cass in the last ep i gonna kill those people...like omg..Jack should take Castiel to heaven and everything would be hystory :') but nooo..i need to do this by myself...so this should have happened...

"What do you mean you can't have it.."

The first words out of Dean when he saw Cass.. right after that he walked up to him and gave him a scolding look

"Wha..I-Dean"

Cass was taken aback..until now he was surrounded by darkness and now a bright figure with familiar green eyes stood before him.He couldn't find the words but decided to go hug Dean,what he wanted to do so much since the last time saw him.

"No..Don't touch me until you answer my question..."

Dean step back even though he knew the only thing on his mind was to hold Cass in his arms and never let him go...

"You can't have it...ha...really.After all this year's spent together through some really tough shit man..and you didn't see it..."

Dean stopped speaking. He felt that with every next word he can cause an avalanche of tears... Dean was never one to cry in front of others, plus the emotions he felt were so strong and understandable for him.That's what Cass awakes in him...

"What I didn't see"

Cass expected an answer but Dean was quiet..

"Dean"..

He approached him and put his hand on his shoulder.

"What didn't I s-That i fucking love you to"

Dean couldn't take it anymore, he cried and shouted. He finally understood that what Cass was expressing in him was pure love. Now all his years were wasted without saying to Cass what should have been said a long time ago.

"Sorry Cass..I am so sorry for being an asshole"

Dean was all at the same time, happy, sad, scared, but most of all he felt hatred towards himself for hurting Cass for so long..

"Dont apologize it's not your fault"

Cass hugged him..The were both tuch starved..

"We were bound by that stupid fate that Chuck made. He himself said that we shouldn't have been close at all.. but we didn't allow that, I loved you from the first moment and now I know that you love me.."

Cass was wiping Dean's tears but Cass was crying too, he was never been happier than this moment now...

"You're right we beat Chuck and fucking fate... awesome"

They looked at each other and smiled

"I'm just feel guilty that I never..."

Dean playfully looked at Cass with a grin on his face...

"Never... what"Cass was confused again.

Dean love Cass confused face with tilted head and look through eyelashes...He reminded him of a puppy..

"Never did this"

Dean grabbed him by the tie and pulled him into a kiss.

The heart jumps out of the chest..the mind goes blank.There are no thoughts, no words..only feeling, touch, smell, everything was so familiar but now finally understood.

They stopped to take a breath.They were angry at the air standing in their way of a feeling that was so sweet and meant to last forever...

"Haa..this place finally feels like heaven"

Dean smiled and gripped Cass's hand..

IT WASN'T THAT HARD...