#but seriously like. literally since my siblings and i have been so so small my grandpa and us have always talked about how we're gonna

[starboymp3]

insane how my grandpa didn't get to be at my brother's wedding....

[jackhues]

it's not hate... | oscar piastri

note: okay so i was bored and i got a random inspiration i hope y'all like this <3 i think this will have 3/4 parts, but they might be split up if i reach the picture limit.

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader, logan x best friend!reader, one sided!enemies to lovers

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faceclaim: various, from pinterest

youruser & logansargeant

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youruser: gang's back together 🤘

pinned youruser: welcome back to america @/logansargeant glad you could join us! -> user: i love how she seems sarcastic but i know babes is so happy he's back

user: logan living out his frat dreams

user: this would be logan daily if he didn't go into racing

user: wait i'm confused... who's this? -> user: y/n y/ln! from what we know, her and logan are best friends since they were born or something. she finished her undergrad, but i think she's doing law school now (?)

user: i ship -> user: ew

y/bffsuser: not pictured is the entire drink falling out -> logansargeant: it wasn't my fault! she moved her head -> youruser: yeah okay, blame the woman -> logansargeant: i blame when she's wrong. and you are. -> user: stop they're so sibling

yourmomsig: aw no one posted the pic of y/n falling off the bed during the fight -> youruser: MOM! -> logansargeant: i tried but she stole my phone -> user: well we know who the favorite child is now

y/bffsuser: @/yourprivuser no photo creds -> user: IS THAT Y/N'S PRIVATE USER???!!! I NEED TO BE ACCEPTER NOWWW this comment thread has been deleted

oscarpiastri has requested yourprivuser!

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y/bffspodcast

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y/bffspodcast: surprise episode out now! take a listen for exclusive deets on logan's love life, his best friends, and the time he almost became a dad to a baby crocodile

tagged: logansargeant

user: i'm sorry, logan did WHAT NOW?

user: A CROCODILE?? -> user: well he does live in florida

user: it's a crime that y/n and oscar haven't met before. i need the irl best and the f1 bestie to get together and spill tea on logan -> oscarpiastri: well we might have to change that this weekend -> user: OSCAR??!! PLEASE DO IT! I BEG!

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Y/BFFS PODCAST - TRANSMISSION timestamp: 4:40-8:23

y/bff: i mean, you've known y/n your whole life, right?

logan: my whole life, yup. like, i was maybe only a few hours old when i saw her for the first time. you already know this, but like we have the same birthday, december 31st 2000. and we're also born at the same time, in the same hospital, literally right across the hall from each other.

YB: same time? like seriously? how did i not know that?

LS: *laughs* i mean, same time. down to the minute, at least. it's why we call each other 'twin', we're born at the same time. and like our parent knew each other and joked that we might be born on the same day... little did they know

YB: *laughing* that's insane. oh my gosh, and you guys have just been best friends since then. i love that. i assume you're the one who's got all the younger high school stories about her. i got some college ones, but you have the real gold mine, don't you?

LS: i've got my fair share of our insane stories, yeah

YB: mind sharing one?

LS: i'm trying to think of one that's not absolutely insane... oh okay! so one time, we were in the pool, it was summer, and then y/n just stops trying to murder me with the pool noodle and goes still. i'm confused as hell, so i'm trying to see what she's doing but she tells me to shut up. she's watching the bushes around the pool, so i swim to the edge of the pool next to her, and the two of us are just watching the bushes. i have no idea what's going on, but y/n's waiting for something. and then, a baby croc starts walking out of it, and it's so small, but like it's mom was nowhere. we didn't know what to do. and y/n *laughs* y/n goes, "oh we have to adopt it". i'm like what? but she just start spiraling "oh we're his parents now. he just saw us. what if the mom died? i don't know how to feed a baby croc? but i have to learn, it's my baby croc now." finally she calms down, and we get everything sorted out, but she cried when we had to leave the baby crocodile. adopted it and all within three seconds of seeing it

YB: *laughing* i'm dead, oh my god that sounds like her though. that's so fucking funny, she made you a crocodile dad!

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Y/N ADJUSTED HER SUNGLASSES, the Miami sun nearly blinding her as she walked towards the paddock. Next to her, her racer best friend, Logan Sargeant, nearly skipped along next to her. She could feel his excitement at being able to race so close to home again, and it honestly helped lift her own spirits.

Logan smiled and waved at some cameras and fans nearby, grinning brightly and taking the time to stop and sign some stuff. Once the fans had trickled away, Logan made his way back to his best friend, throwing his arm over her shoulder.

"You okay?" he asked, turning his head away from the cameras so they couldn't read his lips.

"I'm great," she promised.

"It's not too late to change your mind," he reminded her. "We can say you were sick, or you weren't feeling well, or you just forgot, or-"

"-That I have diarrhea?" Y/N grinned a little. "You know, all of your solutions to this thing seem to involve me just running away or ignoring it."

"I mean, it's how you take on most of life," he shrugged.

"I've never felt more called out in life," she rolled her eyes. "Look, we've got a plan. I head over to the garage first, take a few pics, then say 'oh I have to go. I haven't even been to Williams' garage yet'. I've got this Logie, I promise. Besides, I don't even hate him. If I did, there would be a lot more violence threatened and swearing involved. I also would've blocked him."

Logan didn't look necessarily convinced, but he didn't argue either. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, "If you need anything, send me a 911 text. I'll be on standby the entire time, I swear."

Y/N smiled at the boy, waving goodbye as she dropped him off to the Williams garage.

"I know you'll be there," she smiled. "It's what we do. Be there for each other."

MEANWHILE, IN THE MCLAREN GARAGE, the Aussie driver was pacing back and forth, turning back to the entrance every few seconds.

"Yeah, great job at being subtle, Osc," Lando Norris, his teammate, commented sarcastically. "Who're you even waiting for?"

"Y/N," Oscar answered simply.

Normally, he'd engage in banter with his Brit teammate, but he was too nervous to give answers longer than a few words. He was finally going to see Y/N, in person. Not on the other side of a screen, not a flash of hair that ran away too quickly, not a caller ID he'd see on Logan's phone all too often. After all these years, he was finally going to be able to see her, face to face.

He had to admit, he did seem a little pathetic trying to contact her. But the DM he'd sent years ago on her public account had never gone through. And he'd left it, thinking maybe they weren't meant to know each other, simply to know of each other.

But then he'd seen her private instagram, with so few followers, he knew that she wouldn't be able to miss it. But maybe she didn't use it, or maybe it was an old account, but he had no luck on that account either.

He finally mustered the courage to ask Logan for her number and just reach out. He was surprised and a little shocked she said yeah, but he was in too deep now to change his mind.

"Oooh, who's Y/N?" Lando teased. "Is she a girlfriend?"

Oscar whipped his head towards his teammate, narrowing his eyes at him.

"Why are you a literal child?" he asked. "Y/N's a friend. Well, she's a friend of Logan's. His best friend. And everyone found out the two of us never met each other, and they went crazy saying we have to meet and whatnot. So I invited her here to take a few pictures."

Lando tilted his head, almost as if he was dissecting the truth behind Oscar's words.

"Logan? Logan Sargeant's best friend? Her name's Y/N?"

"Yes, Lando. And everyone says I'm his best friend in racing, so we have to meet or something."

"Alright, I believe you," Lando decided. "Call me when she gets here, I want to take pictures with her too."

"Sure," Oscar answered nonchalantly.

Turns out, there was no need to call him over, because a second after he'd said that, she walked in.

Oscar stared at her as she looked around the garage, her eyes drinking in just how different it was from the Williams' garage that she was used to.

Lando made a noise between a snort and a laugh, causing Oscar to glare at him.

"No, nothing," Lando nodded to himself, ignoring Oscar's silent question. He cupped his hands over his mouth, shouting across the garage, "Y/N!"

Her head whipped over to the sound of her name, her posture relaxing the slightest bit as she realized it was only Lando and Oscar and not some random person. She didn't exactly know them, never even met them, but she knew enough of them to be a little comfortable.

She smiled slightly as she reached them, "Hey. How are you guys?"

Lando looked to Oscar, who simply stared at Y/N, before decided to take the reigns. "We're good, thanks for asking. I'm Lando, my friend here is Oscar, and I assume you already know that."

"Yeah, I watch enough F1 to know that," she smiled, falling into easy conversation with the Brit.

"Well it's nice to know you didn't take an invitation from a man who's name you didn't know," Lando joked. "That's what I call important information."

"I went a step further and made sure he was known by a friend of mine," Y/N continued the banter. "My best friend." She turned to acknowledge Oscar, "Logan spoke highly of you for a long time now. It's nice to finally be able to meet you."

"Yeah, same," he nodded. "I mean, Logan's spoke a lot about you too. All the time. He still does. It's nice to meet you too."

Oscar resisted the urge to close his eyes and curse himself out.

Y/N didn't seem to mind his stuttering and stumbling. In fact, her posture seemed to straighten out a bit, and her smile turned a little bit more warm.

She was beginning to realize that no matter how bad Logan had gotten it, Oscar was human too. He was new to this, and he probably had someone defending him the way she defended Logan. Maybe she was a little harsh on him. She just didn't like how it wasn't fair.

It was why she wanted to be a lawyer. She wanted to try and make things fair for people.

But in defending Logan with her entire heart and soul... she was being unfair to Oscar. She could try and be nice. It's only for a few minutes. After that, she could go back to avoiding him.

"So, how do you wanna do the pictures?" Y/N asked. "We should get them done now, I might have to leave early if my laptop doesn't work. I have a few assignments due."

"Right, yeah," Oscar nodded. "We can- uh-"

"The lighting's nice over there," Lando pointed out. "I'll take the picture of you guys."

"You don't wanna be in it?" Y/N asked.

"No, I'm alright," Lando smiled. "Unfortunately, I'm not best friends with Logan, unlike you two. Besides, I'm pretty good with a camera."

Y/N frowned at the reminder that Lando was one of the drivers who wasn't friends with Logan. She quickly fixed her expression, but Oscar noticed (only because he'd has his eyes on her ever since she entered). He was tempted to ask her about it, but she smiled and his brain froze up.

"Alright then, let's take the picture."

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youruser

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youruser: miami, you were fun 🤍

tagged: logansargeant, landonorris, oscarpiastri

pinned youruser: to my haters: fuck you, i'm always proud of logan. no matter what. i chose him as my best friend and i'll choose him again every time. i'm just sad y'all have never loved someone so much to understand what it means to always be proud of them, no matter any outcome. he's my best friend, my brother, and the outcome of race isn't going to change that

pinned youruser: i heard there was a logan's besties meet up @/oscarpiastri -> oscarpiastri: oh yeah, did you end up making it? -> youruser: swipe to find out!

landonorris: same time next race 👀👀 -> youruser: wanna do my class for me?? -> landonorris: i will understand nothing. -> oscarpiastri: as if you understand anything ever -> landonorris: all grown up now, are you? -> oscarpiastri: shut up

mclaren: it was a pleasure having you stop by! next time, you should stay for longer! -> williamsracing: stop stealing her from us

williamsracing: loved having you around for the weekend!

alex_albon: wowwww, i didn't even make the cut this weekend -> youruser: all the pics i took of you were 0.5s -> alex_albon: thanks for showing some mercy

user: stop she looks so pretty

user: logan bestie meet up... but where's logan? -> user: getting attacked by a haas in his home race -> user: oof

user: TELL EM GIRL!

user: i want what she and logan have. like they'd DIE for each other

oscarpiastri: it was great to finally meet you! hopefully it's not the last time either -> user: boy please TRY to be subtle

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PART TWO

notes: i hope y'all liked this, don't forget to like + reblog! alsoo... comment on this part (not any others) if you want to be tagged, i might not respond but i'll add you to the taglist if you comment.

but my tags don't always work, so you might want to follow my writing tag 'naqia writes!' or the tag for this short series 'the bsf of my bsf! series' so they show up on your dash at some point :)

[nekropsii]

Small Atomic Ask Bomb!!

I've got a bunch of short asks that I'd hate to spam the dash with individually, so I'll just put 'em here, under the cut!!

Content Warning: Long, Brief Discussions of Racism, Misogyny, Grooming, Brief Mentions of Incest and Pedophilia in Fanfiction.

I've always been a hater, and I honestly don't really think it's a bad thing - not as much as everyone says, at least! I think being kind of a bitch about things that don't matter is good for you, actually. Gets the urge to be angry out in a way that's healthier than just snapping at people in critical moments. I also just think being strong and passionate in your convictions is good for you. Being a hater gives you a spine if you do it right, and it fires a gunshot and scatters people you don't really want to be around. It also has the funny side effect of people thinking I take things way more seriously than I do, just because I'm opinionated and will state said opinions clearly. Big fan of this meme:

This is me.

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I used to peek in there every now and then, just to be nosy. Incest at the top, always. Or straight up pedo shit. Sigh. Looked in the Mituna tag a couple times. CroTuna fucking nightmare hell dimension, always. Or KanTuna, which I also have gripes with. Or KanMiTula, which I have even more gripes with.

It is my understanding that the state of Homestuck fanfiction hasn't gotten much better since the 2010s. Everyone is wrong and no one is normal. Sad.

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I don't know if the mere act of only making Jade and Jake brown out of all the Kids is Racist on its own, per se, but it is kinda silly in the sense that, you know, John and Jade are siblings, so realistically they'd look similar. And... People absolutely do get racist about it. Like, making Jade and Jake uniquely huge, hairy, threatening, and oddly shaped - gangly in the context of Jade, buff as hell in the context of Jake. I've seen some SEVERELY racist drawings where Jade and/or Jake were the only hints of melanin in the Kid line up and... Oh my god. It can get to straight up caricature levels. Watermelons and everything. Just comedically racist.

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Genuinely one of the dumbest fucking things in the world. People will say literally anything. Saying Damara isn't Japanese is on par with calling Porrim a fucking Men's Rights Activist. It's a funny little claim people who are grievously wrong say as a condemnation of the Alpha Trolls for no reason. Why. To look smart? To fit in? Dumbass. Notice how they always have to invent bullshit lies to critique anything instead of just saying things that are true. It really frustrates me how 99.9% of Alpha Troll criticism just isn't at all legitimate when there's some real, genuine issues you could critique. It's stupid horseshit. I hate it so badly.

I don't actually care whether or not someone likes the Alpha Trolls, but at least hate them accurately. Come on.

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@sleepy-apparition

Everyone is so, so quick to turn a blind eye to just how violently misogynistic Kankri is, lmfao. Genuinely, I don't think I've ever seen anyone other than myself bring up the fact that he's an avid Slut-Shamer in the modern day. Other than that, I only really saw older Mituna fanatics bring it up over in the early-mid 2010s, but none of them are around these days.

Genuinely, some of the shit he says is so appalling, lol. Kankri FULLY deserves to get his ass beat.

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I have said this before but I'll say it again - I do not think a Red Romantic Relationship will fix Dirk, or even really help him all that much. Before he gets into a RedRom, he needs some therapy, a break, and mood stabilizers.

However, I'm thoroughly of the opinion that a good BlackRom could work wonders on him, way more than a RedRom would. I think a solid, established Pitch Relationship with, like, Caliborn would be genuinely great for him, both mentally and in a Character Development sense. I hold zero interest in watching Dirk and Jake badly fumble a traditional romantic relationship - that notion is painful to me. ... But I do think I could read a full Intermission's worth of Dirk and Caliborn fucking around and not get tired of it once. They have a fantastic dynamic. It'd be good for Caliborn, too, I think.

This has been my Dirkuu propaganda bit. Thank you.

Also, the Voyeuristic feel of how people handle his Mental Illness. It makes me uncomfortable.

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True. I don't have any other remarks to make about this, you're just correct. True.

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... Fuckin'... Why, though? What- what's the appeal? There's nothing there. I literally cannot conceive any way in which that would be compelling, and I'd say Hal and Kankri are pretty high up there in the list of Male Homestuck Characters I Enjoy.

People will do anything but pay attention to Female Characters for five minutes. God. Lol.

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It's literally just DaveKat 2. I don't think it even qualifies as a Crack Ship when it's just a variant of The Fandom's Most Darling M/M OTP. It's just a deeply mid RarePair. Crack Ship would be, like, Dirk Strider x Rainbow Dash.

Dirk x RD was a popular Crack Ship, sure, but it's still a Crack Ship on basis of being a Crossover Pairing.

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I can't recall any specific instances of seeing this myself, but I'll believe it. People will do anything except be normal about Vriska. People will fight the war against Vriska on the side of and against Vriska at the same time. People will call her a Huge 8itch but then call her pathetic when she stops being a Huge 8itch.

We love Misogyny, I guess.

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Well, he is based on Tumblr, after all. Particularly how dogshit the politics are on here. Of course he would. He'd do numbers on here, considering his Woke Hate Speech.

It's called Bubblr, by the way. Like, canonically. We do know what it's called.

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It's actually based on the Three Wise Monkeys. You know, that old Japanese Proverb that goes "See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil"? That.

Kurloz is Speak No Evil, Meulin is Hear No Evil, Mituna is See No Evil.

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Great Question. My personal guess is that he's a little too nuanced for a lot of people to be comfortable with handling. He throws out too much surface-level Bigotry that people aren't willing to ignore because it isn't Racism for many to feel comfortable making him their Blorbo. When Dave says the N-Word and talks about how fucking Racist he is and it literally never gets acknowledged or resolved, that's fine and dandy, but god forbid Caliborn be a Misogynist in the funniest way possible AND have that get acknowledged literally constantly as a problem. The fact that Caliborn isn't a Fuckable White 13-Year-Old Twink means none of his crimes are ever forgivable because he's ugly and unshippable, or whatever.

The fact that he's Mentally Disabled doesn't help. People can't fucking STAND IT when a character is Mentally Disabled in a way that isn't Cute and Consumable, much less a character who is Unconsumably Mentally Disabled AND Complicated. It's just not allowed!!

[mehiwilldoitlater]

The atmosphere was as tense as a violin chord, thick and heavy as a blanket.

Yae eyes darted from Ei figure, calmly sipping tea from her cup, enjoying from time to time some small bite of the mochis on her plate, to you, clearly upset by something by the glares that you threw to the Shogun, who was obviously ignoring your attiotude.

Usually the afternoon at the Shogun residence, where the three of you shared some good chatting, news, and gossip from the towns, was a moment of pure relaxation and nothingless. It was the moment when the Raiden Shogun, the Head Maiden of the Narukami Shrine, and the Creator weren't such mighty and important figures, but just three friends who loved to spend some quality time together.

At least that was the case for the other days, since now there are some problems between you and the Shogun.

"Oh my, I wonder. You both are so chattering today. I'm guessing that whatever happened between you two must have been quite an event."

Before speaking, Ei's eyes sparked toward her friend. Did she really need to bring that up?!

"Me and Y/N had a discussion a few hours ago."

"We argued-"

You corrected, noticing Ei eyes rising toward you in the same glare.

"About some matters that aren't supposed to be on their minds right now."

"Um, um, and...what are those matters, to be precise?"

"I asked her to teach me how to fight."

The ceramic Ei cup clattered with the small plate in her hand. Why do you have to be so stubborn? She loved that thing about you, but, seriously, on those occasions, it was impossible! Yae hears, on the other hand, pointed up, showing her her full interest in the matter. Her eyes were full of a small glimmer.

"Oh really? And...why so?"

"Why not?!"

"Because you don't need to! I can protect you just like this!"

Finally, Ei decided to get out of her small, composed shell. She raised her voice, shocking you for a momet, and Yae, not so used from the Shogun to shout.

"I don't want to be protected! I want to be able to do it myself!"

"This world is merciless; one wrong step and-"

"I've been hurt and hunted by the nations, Ei; I'm far more aware of how this world works! I want to protect our people too!"

The two of you keep on having that argument in front of the fox lady.

She found the entire ordeal quite cute. She knew that, at some point , this was supposed to happen. You wanted so much to prove yourself, while Ei tried with all the strength of her being to reject the thought of losing her Creator. It was meant to happen that the two of you would crash at some point; it was later than she believed, but better than never, no?

Posing her cup, she started to adjust the front of her kimono.

"Umm...well, it seems like she won't help you, dear Y/N. Forget asking her to help you master the art of polearming."

Finally, thought there was some sense in that discussion! It was strange to hear Yae finally siding  with-

"So, instead, why don't try to master another weapon? Sarah would love to get the chance to teach you the bow—or the Kamisato sibling? I can sense it; the art of the sword would elevate your status."

Your face glowed (literally) for happiness, while Ei looked at the scene with confusion and so much disdain.

"Do you mean it?!"

"Of course! Maybe you can master all of them! Why don't we pay them a visit later?"

"AAAAAW! THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!"

You launched towards her, hugging her closely. She giggled a little, caressing your head in delight.

"I'm going to change! I'm going to need some proper gear...FIGHTING CLOTHING!"

You disappeared from the room, leaving the room again in the same silence. Ei keeps throwing light from her eyes towards the fox.

"....DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT?"

"They want to protect their and your people, Ei, and they don't want to be scared anymore... You should acknowledge that..."

[tonowarii]

Headcanons of the Sully brothers dating a Fem! Human

Note: Since I am a sucker of human x na'vi relationships... and also this had been a request in my main account and i just decided to do it here <3 these are so short im so sorry??? and i wrote a whole friends to lovers w lo'ak mb, both of them have my heart

GIFs used are mine

N e t e y a m

If the word "protective" was a person, it'd be him no doubt

Because you're so tiny?? He can literally cover your whole face with his bare hand

Def did it once as a joke to laugh at how tiny you are and you were not amused

But also for him, tiny = needing more protection from the whole pandora world

You tripped over a huge branch once, almost breaking your exopack in the process

Let's say Neteyam nearly had a heart attack dragging you to the lab in camp to get you a "new" one

Everytime you'd go over to their place, he always have to be holding your hand/touching you in some way

Always.

It's to make sure you don't get lost from the crowd of people much much bigger and taller than you, like he described one time "you are like an ant to them, i have to be holding you so you dont get crushed"

Either your whole hand in his fist or his huge hand on your waist guiding you where to go

He knows humans are fragile but he knows you can handle yourself but- he

Just always keeps an eye out for you, always asking if you're feeling anything different or if you want something

You appreciate the gesture tho, he's so caring <3

Now, he knows you're human and he is Na'vi, things are bound to get complicated from there since..

A human, and a na'vi? it was unheard of

But Neteyam doesn't care, as long as he loves you and you love him

He'd do anything for you

Probably let you ride w his Ikran once and he was just smiling like an idiot as you were clinging to him for your whole life screaming

He's obsessed w your touch

I hc he's also touch starved so he has to be touching you in a way

In public, sure its his tail wrapped around your thigh, or his hand always on your back

Just those small subtle touches <33

You'd never want anyone else except him

Seriously would you want anything else??

OH ALSO HIS FAMILY

Tuk was so curious abt you, Kiri and Lo'ak are chill, but you were mostly close w Kiri <33

"Your hair is so nice!!" - Tuk

"Thank you, Tuk!"

Honestly Neteyam would probably b jealous since Tuk is always stealing you from him >:(

But he loves the sight of you bonding w his siblings, it makes your relationship even better, stronger somehow :D

L o ' a k

Boy was probably cautious of you at first

Kiri dragged you to their tent as you were engaged in conversation

Lo'ak was doing something when he heard your voice, making his head perk up

Who were you????

But as time passed you also meet Kiri's siblings, growing a special interest for Lo'ak <33

Soon enough you both find yourselves to be bonding, growing closer as you joined his reckless adventures

Then when Lo'ak realized he was, in fact, growing feelings for you

It had him confused.. And probably became distant w you to make sure what he was feeling was true and it wasn't some kind of stupid spur of the moment type feelings

It led to you being confused as well, why was he suddenly ignoring you all of a sudden? It kinda hurt

Lo'ak then decided to open up to his sister, Kiri, about you after a few weeks

After Lo'ak was done explaining, Kiri smacked him on the head

"Lo'ak you are probably the dumbest person I know at this moment, why don't you just go tell her how you feel!"

Bc Kiri also knows you like Lo'ak but she can't be too obvious

"(Y/N), I have to tell you something."

Oh no

You had feared that you did something that made him this distant from you, or was he going to tell you that your feelings for him were too obvious and that he couldn't be with you because of the obvious difference? Or was it maybe because he just doesn't like hanging out with you anymore-

"I'm sorry I was ignoring you, I did not mean to.. Its just.. Okay here," He hands you a flower almost bigger than the size of your hand, but it was pretty

Wait what-

"That reminded me of you... I like you, (Y/N)"

You took the flower from him and you looked at him before tackling him in a hug, jumping on him.

You look like a koala hugging a tree atp

Lo'ak almost failed to catch you as he was trapped within the hug that he wasn't used to receiving, ESPECIALLY FROM SOMEONE HE LIKED??

That was when he knew you liked him too

NOW ONTO DATING HIM

Now remember when you used to join his reckless adventures in the forest?

You still join him, but you could feel that he was now hesitant w his actions, afraid that you could get hurt from his recklessness

You reassure him that he doesn't have to worry abt you and you could handle it, just like old times

He knows that but STILL

Whenever he spots a scratch on you he'd be taking you to Kiri, asking to put that special ointment that she uses on him and Neteyam whenever they get hurt from doing something stupid

"Put it on her, I don't want it getting infected"

"Wow, since when did you become a doctor, Lo'ak?"

With every adventure you took with him, Lo'ak makes sure to pick up a bead every time to remember the moment

Bc he's going to make you a bracelet w it <33

When he finishes it and he gives it to you, he almost fell in love again w the look of adoration on your face as you thanked him over and over as you hugged him (yes he was carrying you or else you'd be hugging his leg 💀)

You never took it off and you even proudly showed it off in the lab and w his family, making him a blushy shy mess

Took you to ride on his Ikran once and he loved that you weren't afraid, but you were still clinging onto him while admiring the beauty of the Hallelujah Mountains

For Lo'ak, he can handle pda

No, he loves it

In a way he's reminded that you aren't ashamed to be with him and vice versa

He swears he's abt to go wild when you hold his pinky in public

When you both are free and hanging out in the lab he loves comparing hand sizes

And loves having your finger on his face, tracing his stripes

Its the small moments w you two that he treasures the most

He knew that you were the one, even if you were human, nothing's going to stop him from loving you

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Warnings: fluff to the nth degree. 0.8k+ words

A/N: Fun fact, I went to a really small high school and was asked at least three times a day to braid someone's hair. However, I have thick and curly hair so no one could braid mine (luckily I can braid my own). For that reason, I let the reader have wet, freshly detangled hair in an attempt to include more hair types for anyone else with hair that's difficult to braid when dry!

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Prompt 22: Braiding each other's hair.

“Yeah, Kali, I promise,” Dalton says into his phone. He looks up and waves as you enter his dorm, mouthing that he will be just a minute.

“Save the picture of the braid you want, and I’ll try my hardest… Yeah… I’ll call him later. Love you, Kali.”

“You can braid hair?” you ask as he ends the call and plugs his phone into the charger.

Dalton nods and beckons you closer, so you stand by his bed. “My little sister Kali loves braids and I learned when we were younger so I could braid her hair for her. My mom was busy, and dad was so forgetful after, you know. I just wanted to help her feel pretty, or whatever.”

As Dalton answers, you are in awe of his thoughtfulness and love for his siblings. He raises his hands to hold your waist and looks up at you.

“Why? Want me to braid yours?” Dalton asks, pinching your sides as he tries to eradicate the seriousness he created with his answer.

“Would you?”

“Seriously?”

You shrug as you point out, “You offered.”

Dalton laughs before he moves back on the bed and pats the spot he moved from. You thank him excitedly before sitting on the bed, giving him full access to your hair.

“I just washed it, so it should be detangled and ready,” you inform as he begins raking his fingers through.

“And wet,” Dalton murmurs.

“That a problem, Lambert? I thought you were a professional.”

“I am,” he answers proudly. “Even when my sister sends me double-knotted reverse Dutch fishtail braids and expects me to be able to do it on the first try.”

He leans closer to you and gathers a section of hair at the top of your head, asking if he can do a French braid.

“My hair is your canvas, my dear artist.”

Dalton says something under his breath before parting your hair and beginning to braid. You allow yourself to relax in the domesticity of it all, and the soothing feeling of Dalton’s fingers in your hair and his warmth against your back only add to the moment’s decompressing qualities.

“Do you have a hair tie?” Dalton asks, snapping you out of your reverie.

“Yes,” you answer, passing the one on your wrist over your shoulder.

Dalton’s fingers brush yours as he takes it, thanking you before he secures the braid. You grab his phone and use the camera to look at the finished braid.

“Dalton, that looks amazing! I can see why Kali keeps asking you to do her hair. It never looks that good when I do it.”

You snap a picture with him before he takes his phone back, rolling his eyes to distract from the smile forming at your praise.

“So, why don’t you ever braid your own hair?” you ask, shifting to face him.

“I can’t. Never learned to braid my own,” Dalton answers, leaning back against the wall.

“Unacceptable. Sit up.”

You stand on his bed and gesture with your hands until he moves forward. You sit behind him, brushing your fingers through his hair.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“Braiding your hair.”

“Oh. Uh, thanks.” He hands you a pack of hair ties before returning to his position in front of you.

You hum as you part his hair, opting for two French braids, one on either side of his head. With each piece of hair you add to the braid, Dalton relaxes more. You secure the first braid and notice that Dalton is beginning to lean back involuntarily, and you smile at the thought of being the reason he finally relaxes and enjoys something. The second braid seems to go faster than the first, and soon, you tie it off.

“All done,” you announce quietly.

“Already?” Dalton asks, sounding too tired to speak.

You move out from behind him, opting to sit beside him. When Dalton sees you, he sits up straighter and faces you.

“Yeah. Do you understand the appeal of letting someone else braid your hair now?”

“Mmhmm. Maybe you should do my hair every day.”

“Only if you do mine.”

“I did do a pretty good job,” he says, brushing his fingers over your temple.

“And you look very handsome with braids,” you respond.

The door opens, and you both look over as Chris stands in the open doorway.

“Well, if you’re going to have hair braiding parties without me, I’ll just leave,” Chris says as she tosses something onto the desk and leaves again.

“What was that?” you ask with a laugh.

“Every time she sees a party invite, she brings it to me.”

“You should go and show off your braids.”

“Or I could let them accidentally fall out and we could continue our hair braiding party.”

“Trust me, Dalton, now that I know we can have braiding parties, we will be having them regularly. Besides, you have to learn how to do a double-knotted reverse Dutch fishtail braid before you visit Kali again.”

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Christmas Wish List

A Johnny Storm One Shot

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Surprise @autumnrose40 !!  Okay, so I had planned for this to go with your gift, but as you can tell, that didn’t work out -__- . This is just a small thank you for being there for me all the time, and listen to me cry and vent about any and every thing. Also, I know that things are tricky right now, so I hope this brightens your day a bit! I love you tons and I hope you enjoy it!

Thank you, as always, to @fuckingbye​ for the moodboard and literally everything else that you do. I love you!

Word Count: 11,037 (don’t get used to this)

Warnings: MINORS DNI (18+ Only!!!!!), Fluff, Angst, Bit of A Slow Burn, Drinking, Smoking, Swearing, SMUT, Insecurity, A Bit of Self Loathing, Bits of Depression, Shitty Ex BF...I think that’s it?

Song(s) That Inspired This Story: You’re Here, Where You Should Be

I do not consent to any of my works/stories being posted elsewhere.

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You try to get lost in the Christmas music you have playing in your office, trying to block out the music that’s being played from the ballroom down the hallway. It’s not that you don’t want to observe the festivities going on for the holidays, but you just feel that it’s not the best idea.

“You don’t have to keep working,” Susan Storm laughs, causing you to jump just a little as she enters your little office with two drinks in hand. “You should be enjoying the party with the rest of us.”

Or, Mrs. Richards. She doesn’t mind either.

“No, I still have work to do, it’s okay-”

“It’ll still be waiting for you when you get back from your holiday break,” she interrupts softly as she takes a seat at the other side of your desk. “Are you gonna go and see your family?”

“Um, no family to see,” you smile awkwardly. “Parents are gone, lost them in the attack on the towers, and I don’t have much a relationship with my siblings. I’m gonna stick to the tradition I’ve been following for about...six years, now? My friends and I make our favorite foods, have a big dinner, and exchange gifts.” “That sounds like fun,” she smiles, finally putting down the drink she brought in for you.

“You didn’t have to-”

“You work hard, Y/N. I know we don’t always acknowledge it, but Reed and I do see how hard you work, and how you come in earlier or stay later than you have to. You deserve a night of fun, even if you don’t stay for the party, you should enjoy being young. How old are you? 22?”

“You’re kind!” you laugh in disbelief. “I turn 28 this year.”

“Seriously?!”

“Good genes,” you smirk and she laughs.

“Well, no one is going to hold you to all of this work. If you want to, we’d love to have you at the party,” she says with all sincerity before getting up. She looks over on your desk and sees the picture of you and Johnny at the beach from last Summer and smiles before walking away.

The teeth he had pull to get you on that bike. Sometimes, his patience truly amazed you.

It’s not like you don’t want to go, but you’re trying to avoid him. Ever since the night you made a move on him, almost two months ago, you’ve made it a point to avoid Johnny Storm at all costs. It’s not like you didn’t try and stop yourself, but Johnny Storm is just that:

A fucking storm.

However, you didn’t want to be just a notch in his bedpost so, you did the only logical thing your drunk brain could come up with: you ran out of the room like a bat outta hell. You know it didn’t mean anything, so you’re not sure why you keep thinking about it. You were both drunk and said he said some things he couldn’t have possibly meant. Drunk men will do and say anything to get into someone’s pants, and why should he be any different? Because he’s a superhero? Because he’s your best friend? What the hell does that mean to you? Yes, like most women, you think he’s gorgeous and, even though you hate to admit it, you’ve spent more than a few lonely nights getting off to the thought of him and all of the things you’re more than sure he can make you feel.

Unfortunately, for you, it’s so much more than that.

You work for the Fantastic Four, and you have for fours years now. You get to see a side of them that the rest of the world doesn’t, and that’s what made you fall so hard for him. You’ve seen him triumphant and you’ve also seen him defeated. You’ve seen him being the sweetest guy while sober, and the biggest douche while drunk. You’ve seen the temper tantrums, while you’ve also seen him step up and take charge.

You have seen every side of Johnny Storm and you can’t help but love him. You know most people don’t see it (or think it for that matter), or believe it, but he is complex. He struggles with being a son his parents would be proud of (maybe that’s why him and Tony Stark get along so well), while also struggling with his own damn personality. Johnny is a fire by default (superpowers be dammed), and he can’t help but be a little reckless. He’s the youngest and has been spoiled since birth.

He doesn’t know how else to be.

That being said, you don’t know how to turn it off. You don’t know how to not want him. He’s nothing but chaos, but for you? Well, for you, he acts like he’ll move heaven and hell for you.

You don’t know how to stop being in love with him.

As you sip the whiskey neat Susan left you, you wonder how the hell you’ll be able to keep handling this job?

How the hell will you be able to handle Johnny Storm?

**

Johnny’s P.O.V

Why aren’t you here? I suggested this party just for you. It’s not like I haven’t tried to fight what I feel for you, but it’s...you. Of all the people I expected to fall for, you were who I least expected. Then, I saw you that night a year ago, and you’ve been all I’ve focused on since.

“Johnny, this club is beat!” my date whined before she took a drink of whatever the hell I ordered for her. “Lets go!”

“We’ve only been here for five minutes-”

“And it’s not gonna get any better!”

“Let me finish my drink,” I mumbled, irritated that it was taking me so long to get me to what I wanted.

That’s what I get for hanging around with the crowd that I do.

“Well, make it fast,” she scowled and I rolled my eyes.

It’s not like she was wrong. For a Saturday night, at 11pm, it was pretty dead. Of course, she was scouting for new candidates once I got rid of her, and I just wanted to see if it was anything worth revisiting. I was more than ready to leave as I started to down my drink, but then...

Then, I saw you.

“You can leave if you want. I think I wanna stick this out,” I told my date as I saw you dancing and laughing with your friends to ‘If You Dare’ by Jazmine Sullivan.

“Fine,” she huffed before she ordered another a drink.

I should’ve left, because there was no reason for me to stay. We were friends and I shouldn’t have thought of you in that way. You weren’t like the women I usually dated or flirted with, you stayed focused on your work at all times, you had your priorities straight, you had been through enough and didn’t need me complicating things for you.

You looked so happy and content, and it’d been so long since I’d seen you like that. Yeah, that was on me, but it didn’t matter in that moment. You always wore modest clothes, you never smiled like that while working, you were dancing so freely, and you looked like you didn’t have a care in the world.

I tried, but I just couldn’t look away. As the songs kept playing, and the drinks kept coming, you just became more and more carefree, and it just made me miss you even more.

It’s not like I didn’t believe in real love or relationships, I just didn’t believe in them for me. Seeing you in that moment though...it had me seeing things differently. However, if I’m honest with myself, it started long before that, didn’t it?

“Johnny,” Reed called, pulling my attention away from the X-Games on the screen in front of me, “this is Y/N. Be nice to her, she’s going to help with research and also acting as a receptionist.”

“Don’t tell me you found someone to keep you occupied while Sue is busy,” I chuckled as I looked you over.

You instantly froze at that.

“Johnny!” Reed snapped.

“It was a joke,” I sighed, “it’s nice to meet you.”

“Y-you too, Mr. Storm.”

“God no,” I groaned, “Johnny. Please, call me Johnny!”

“Will do,” you laughed softly, “it’s nice to meet you, Johnny.”

Something abut that small, innocent laugh made something stir inside of me. I made that remark about you keeping Reed busy while Sue was away, because you looked like the type of nerd he’d fall for. I won’t lie though, I did think you were cute. Shy, quiet, anxious, glasses that were slightly too big for your face, a beige sweater that was too big for you, and little black pencil skirt. You were the type of woman I would’ve secretly crushed on in High School.

From that day on, you did your best to stay out of the way. You were kind to everyone, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cry or get angry, you were always two hours too early and stayed three hours later than you needed to, and you rarely ever asked for days off. The days when you weren’t in the building felt empty.

Lonely.

I think what changed things for me was how you treated me after the incident with the Silver Surfer.

“Johnny?” you called softly as you came out onto the balcony.

“Stay back, I might fuck you up too,” I scowled, grabbing another beer from the six pack I brought out with me.

“You didn’t fuck up anything, Johnny,” you sighed as you took a seat next to me.

That was the first time I ever heard you curse.

“Tell that to Reed.”

“You went after the Surfer because it was your job. You didn’t do this to yourself.”

“I almost killed-”

“But you didn’t,” you interrupted softly. “Accidents happen. Are you headstrong and cocky? Absolutely,” you smirked and I couldn’t help but scoff, “but you’re also a good guy who loves his sister, his friends, and wants to do what’s best for everyone else. It was just a bad day. All of this will get sorted out and it’ll be fine. Don’t worry about it.”

“How do you know?”

“I just do,” you smiled reassuringly before getting up, “I’ll get out of your hair so you can-”

“No....stay...if you don’t mind. It’s nice...having someone to talk to about this. It’s nice...talking to you,” I muttered as I offered you a beer.

We stayed out there for hours, talking about any and everything. That’s when I learned about your family, your awful money hungry siblings, your shitty boyfriend, your love of art, classic and horror movies, and how much you love to cook.

That’s when I learned that I was in love with you.

Fast forward two months and my luck seemed to change just a bit.

“You can’t be here, Tyler!” I heard you snap softly.

“You’re always here!” Tyler responded with a gruff tone that I didn’t appreciate at all.

How the hell could your boyfriend be getting angry with you for doing your job? Especially when he does nothing to contribute!

“It’s a fucking party-”

“Do you not see how many diplomats are here?! This is much more than a party! Deals are being made, help is being asked for, agreements are being-”

“Another fucking night that you’re not home! You’re coming home with me-”

“Let me go!” you almost yelled. “I have a fucking job to do! A job that pays our bills and keeps food in the fridge, since you lost your fucking job! Maybe, if you’d go out-”

“You little bitch! You know that wasn’t my fault! I-”

“You were drunk on the fucking job, Tyler! You got fired because you don’t know how to get your shit together!”

“You think you’re so much fucking better than-”

“Is there a problem here?” I asked as I made my way out onto the terrace.

“Johnny, everything is fine,” you scrambled frantically over to me, “you don’t have to-”

“Who the fuck are you?!” Tyler interrupted.

“A friend,” I warned as my hands flared up.

I didn’t even mean for it to happen, I was just that concerned and angry. God, what the hell were you doing to me?

“Jesus, you’re fucking the Human Torch?!” Tyler snapped.

“TYLER!”

“You need to leave,” I warned as I made my way over to him, “you weren’t invited and no one wants you here. Leave.”

“Johnny-dammit!” you snapped, touching my shoulder only to find my clothes damn near boiling.

“Fucking stay here if you want,” Tyler snapped, his laugh was condescending, “but I won’t fucking be around when you get back to the apartment. We’re done!” he spat as he stormed off.

“Are you okay?” I asked turning to look at you as soon as he was gone.

“I’m...I’m fine, I’m so sorry...you shouldn’t have had to...fuck!” you winced as clenched your fists, because you forgot all about the burn on your hand.

“Shit! Lets get you inside and wrap that up, okay?”

“No...you go back to the party!” you sobbed as you tried to fight back your tears. “You don’t have to-”

“Hey, lets get you inside, get this wrapped up, and have a few drinks, okay?”

“They’re so many people here to see you-”

“Who gives a shit?” I smirked which gained a small giggle from you. “I have something more important to take care of right now.”

You cried for hours that night and it broke my heart. You hide everything so well, all for the sake of a paycheck, that I sometimes forgot how much you had going on in your life. I forgot about the pain you hid in order to keep your head on straight, the stress you cried yourself to sleep over at night, and the anger you pushed aside so you wouldn’t lose yourself in it.

You make it so easy for people to forget, because you don’t want to inconvenience anyone. You don’t want to feel like you’re a burden, because so many people in your life have made you feel like one. I held you for hours, calmed you down, and convinced you to stay in my room that night. Of course, you protested (not wanting to put me out), but I eventually got you to agree when I lied and told you I usually sleep on the sofa anyway.

I didn’t want you crying all alone in your apartment, and if that asshole would’ve been there when you got home, someone was definitely going to get hurt.

And it wouldn’t have been you or me.

From that day on, I found reasons to be around you. Whether it was keeping you company when you stayed too late, or annoying you until you’d agree to go with me to get lunch.

I don’t know why I was so shocked by how funny you were, but you never failed to make me laugh. Whether it was an offhanded comment, your horrible impersonations of reporters who did stories on the Fantastic Four, or you singing some song you loved off-key, you constantly kept me laughing. You didn’t make a big fuss or catch an attitude when people would crowd around and ask for pictures and autographs, you just stood off to the side and waited for me, always asking if I was okay after all was said and done.

“Why wouldn’t I be okay?” I scoffed as we got back to the building.

“I know that you love all of the attention that comes with all of this,” you said with that smart-ass smirk of yours, “but I also know that everyone has a limit. It’s a lot to be in the public eye all the time and, on top of that, you’re a superhero. I know how loud it can get in ones brain and I just wanna make sure that you’re okay. You know you don’t have to hide from me,” you smiled up at me, with those big beautiful eyes of yours.

Of course I had to hide from you. Everyone else could see what was happening, except you. I went from wanting to be in your space to needing it. You calmed me, as lame as that sounds. That ego of mine, that always seems to grow by the second, always seemed to come back down to earth when I was around you.

“Johnny, just tell her you like her,” Susan smiled one day when she caught me staring at you from the living area.

“Yeah, I don’t think so.”

“Why not?”

“Cause women like her don’t go for guys like me. She’s too smart for me.”

“I’m sorry, do my ears deceive me? Johnny Storm thinks someone is too good for him?” Ben laughed as he made his way down the hall.

“You don’t have any fucking ears,” I scowled with an eye roll.

“Just tell her, kid. She probably feels the same way-”

“No, she doesn’t. She couldn’t.”

“She spends a lot of time with you for someone who doesn’t feel the same,” Sue encouraged.

“It’s better this way-”

“Just got off the phone with, Stark,” Reed interrupted as he rushed into the hallway, “he and Bruce have discovered a cosmic disturbance and it’s headed...did I miss something? Why are we all looking at Y/N? Is she okay?”

“This is the guy you chose to spend forever with?” I asked Sue with a cocked eyebrow.

“Trust me, I question it sometimes too,” she muttered with an eye roll.

“What am I missing?!”

“Just let it go, buddy,” Ben laughed, “what’s wrong with the world this time?”

After that, I did my best to stay away. It would’ve been best for everyone. I don’t know how to do relationships, and you deserve someone who isn’t emotionally stunted.

At least, that’s what I told myself.

“Did I do something wrong?” you asked one day as you cautiously approached the kitchen.

“What? No. Why would you think that?”

“You just...you seem far away. You don’t come and visit me, we don’t get lunch together anymore, you don’t stay with me after work anymore...”

“You’re perfect,” I sighed, hating how much pain was in your eyes, “I just figured I was becoming a distraction for you. Plus, I know there have been some rumors that we’re dating circling around, and I don’t want you getting hassled.”

“That’s outside. Even in here, you avoid me like the plague. I don’t know, I just feel like we haven’t spent time together in forever.”

“I’ve just had a lot on my mind. There’s a lot going on.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“I don’t wanna bother you with it.”

“Johnny, if there’s something I did-”

“It’s not you, sweetheart. I promise.”

God, I hated how sad you looked and I hated that I was the reason for it, but I really felt like it would be for the best. For once, I was trying my hardest not to be selfish. I buried myself in as much work as I could, I went back to dating random models and socialites, and I did my best to avoid you.

“You’re a real asshole, Johnny,” Susan scolded as she made her way into my room.

“Aren’t you supposed to knock before you start harassing someone?”

“Johnny, you’re breaking Y/N’s heart!”

“Stop being so dramatic. I’m sure she’s fine-”

“Then why did I just catch her crying in the research office?”

“Susan-”

“What the hell is wrong with you? You spent every waking moment with her, brought her flowers, her favorite foods, stayed late with her every chance you got, and now? Now, you’re back to hooking up with the same airheads and getting into dead end relationships!”

“Susan-”

“You finally found someone perfect for you and you’re just letting her go? For what? Because you refuse-”

“SUSAN!” I snapped, tired of hearing all of the wrong reasons I’m staying away. “Just stay out of it.”

“What am I missing here, Johnny?”

“It’s just better this way. She’s better off this way. Whatever she thinks she feels for me will go away.”

“Johnny-”

“Just stay out of it, Susan, and close the door on your way out.”

I could tell by the way her eye was twitching that she wanted to say more, but just nodded, before leaving and slamming my door shut.

It’s not like it wasn’t hurting me too, but I didn’t do relationships. I never knew how. I didn’t want my first real attempt to be with you, fuck it up, then lose you forever and all together.

You’re entirely too important to me, and if we’re going to be together, I want it to be forever.

So, I pretended to not feel your longing gaze on me when I would walk by, pretended that I didn’t hear quiet sobs at night when you thought we were all off doing something else, and I pretended that I wasn’t the loneliest I’d ever been in my life.

In response to all of the hell I brought upon myself, I was more irritated than usual, more times than not I ignored Reed and did what I thought was best (everyone loved that), I went to pointless parties with empty headed people, and I kept looking for comfort in women whose names I didn’t care to remember.

No, it wasn’t the best solution, but what else could I do? As much as I was pissing everyone else off, they didn’t say anything. Everything was fine until I saw you on that dance floor.

“Those things will kill you,” I smirked, coming up behind you outside as I snapped my fingers and made a small flame appear.

“Mr. Storm!” you gasped as you almost dropped it. “I...I didn’t know you were here.”

“Mr. Storm? Really?” I scoffed as you lit your cigarette with the flame I made you. “When have I ever wanted you to call me that?”

“Things are different now...” you trailed off before you took a drag of your cigarette.

“When did you start that?” I questioned, nodding towards the cigarette.

“Um two months ago? Maybe three, I’m not sure.”

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing really, just some shit with my siblings, it’s fine. You should get back to your date-”

“She can wait. What’s going on?”

“Mr. Storm-”

“Stop calling me that.”

“No, it’s better if I don’t. I got too comfortable before-”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Yes, I did. I don’t know, I thought we were friends-”

“We are friends. You’re my best friend.”

“Best friends don’t just randomly start ignoring each other.”

“I’m sorry. I was going through something and I didn’t know how to talk about it. I’m back though. I miss you.”

“Mr. Storm-”

“Sweetheart, please.”

“Johnny...that really hurt. You just left and you didn’t-”

“I really am sorry, sweetheart. I won’t do it again.”

“I should get back inside,” you sighed as you dropped your cigarette and stomped on it.

“JOHNNY! OVER HERE!” a photographer yelled as he started snapping away.

“Fucks sake-”

“It’s fine, I’ll head back inside-”

“Let me take you back to-”

“ARE YOU TWO BACK ON?!” another photographer yelled, “WHAT’S HER NAME?!”

“Lets get you out of here,” I growled as I hugged you close, covered your face, and got us a cab.

Once we got inside, you didn’t let me go, and it tugged at my heart more than I thought it would.

“I really missed you, Johnny.”

“I know, I missed you too, babe.”

“Don’t leave me again, please.”

“I promise I won’t.”

From that day on, we went back to how we were almost instantly. You even started inviting me over to your place. Once again, everyone was pushing me to ask you out, but being apart of your life again was more than enough for me. I stopped going out so much, my attitude went back normal (which according to Ben wasn’t much better), and stopped partying (which made Sue happy).

Every night that I had those feelings, I took care of it myself, your name softly leaving my lips every time. If all I could do was want you, that was fine by me. I still didn’t trust myself with you and I had no intention of fucking things up again.

At least, that’s what I told myself at the time. Then, two months ago, I ruined everything.

“Why are you still working?” I pouted as I poked my head inside your office.

“Because there’s still work to be done,” you giggled, not even looking up from the screen.

“It’s 11:30 on a Friday. You know you’ll come in tomorrow and finish up-”

“Maybe I’ll take tomorrow off, you never know.”

“Yeah, and do what?” I smirked as you shook your head.

God, you were so damn cute when you got flustered.

“I don’t know. Go to Ithaca and walk down a waterfall.”

“What the hell?”

“You can! I’ve done it before!”

“You’ll have to take me one day,” I laughed, “c’mon, close up shop and lets go.”

“Go where, Johnny? I don’t feel like going to a club, or a bar.”

“I’ll order us some food, we’ll have some drinks, and we’ll watch a movie.”

“We can do that any day.”

“Yes, but I want to do it today. So,” I started as I pushed myself off the door frame, “lets turn all this bullshit off and decide on dinner.”

“Johnny!” you laughed as I pulled you out of your seat.

“You know you’d rather be hanging out with me anyway.”

“You’re nothing but trouble,” you giggled.

“It’s your favorite thing about me.”

Everything was going fine. We ended up getting Chinese food, drinks were flowing, the conversation was great, and we ended up watching the ‘Philadelphia Story’.

At some point, you ended up in my lap, and I was holding you as if I’d never let you go. Yeah, we’d been drinking, but I should’ve known better than to let it get that far in the first damn place.

“Don’t you want that, Johnny?” you softly slurred as you laid your head on my shoulder.

“What? A bunch of tricks and schemes, and a failed wedding?” I laughed, just as drunk as you were as I brushed your hair out of your face.

“No! To rediscover your true love and make it work!”

“Is that you want?”

“I think I just want to find my true love,” you chuckled as your arms snaked up and around my neck.

You felt like home.

“What about you?” you asked softly.

“What about me?”

“What do you want in a soulmate? What are you looking for?”

“I don’t think I’m soulmate material.”

“Of course you are! Everyone is,” you promised sympathetically as one of your hands cupped my cheek.

I should’ve stopped it right then and there, but between the alcohol coursing through my veins and how bad I’ve needed you, I couldn’t have pumped the breaks if I’d wanted to.

“What would I want in a soulmate? Someone like you, I guess.”

“Someone like me?”

“You’re perfect,” I confessed softly as I met your soft gaze.

God, you looked so beautiful. When didn’t you?

“Johnny, you and I both know-”

“You’ve been everything to me for the longest time. If I were looking for someone to spend forever with, it would be you,” I admitted as I tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

In the blink of an eye, your lips were on mine and it felt like heaven. Everything that I had day dreamed of and imagined, came to life in that moment. When your fingers found their way into my hair, I did nothing to stop them. Even with how tight you were gripping my hair, it was still the closest to heaven that I’d ever felt.

“Y/N,” I moaned as you straddled me.

I had every intention to tell you to stop, but it just felt too damn good. Imagine your favorite dream or fantasy finally becoming real.

This was better than that.

“I’ve wanted you for so damn long,” I whispered as I started to trail kissing along the column of your neck. “I’ve needed you.”

“I’m all yours,” you whimpered as your hands traveled down to the hem of my shirt, “I’ve always been yours.”

You broke away for just a second to take my shirt off, and the whimper that left your mouth had me smirking. It was nice to know that you liked what you saw. Once again, somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew I should’ve stopped, but the thought alone was too much for me. Instead, I reached for your panties and ripped them off, having to remind myself not to get too excited.

“Johnny,” you whined, “thought about having you like this for so long!”

“Fuck,” I growled into your neck, trying not to get too rough when I bit your neck “you fucked this perfect little cunt thinking about me?”

“So many fucking times!” you confessed with a moan as you ground yourself against me.

There was no way I was stopping.

“Lift those arms, baby. Gotta get this fucking shirt off. I need to see all of you,” I begged with a husk.

And that’s when everything changed.

“No...no, no! What the fuck am I doing?!” you questioned as mortification showed all over your face.

“What’s wrong?”

“This is...this is all wrong! Fuck, I’m so sorry,” you almost sobbed as you got off of me. “Fuck!”

“Y/N-”

“I’m so sorry, Johnny. I have to go,” you sobbed before you ran out of my room.

Since that night, you’ve avoided me like the plague and it’s not like I can be mad at you. I never planned on it going that far, and if it were to ever go that far, I wanted us both to be sober. I can only imagine that you ran off because you didn’t want to be just another trinket.

Another trophy fuck.

Every time I tried to talk about it, you had an excuse not to. Sometimes it was work, other times it had to do with your friends, and sometimes you just told the truth and told me you didn’t wanna talk about it.

I tried to think of a way to make it up to you, but nothing felt right. Flowers felt too small, your favorite food felt like a cop out, and there was no way in hell that you were gonna wanna be alone with me again.I wanted to do something for Halloween, since I know it’s your favorite holiday, but I couldn’t think of anything you’d want to do with me. So, that just left Christmas.

“Sue, why don’t you throw a Christmas party?” I suggested nonchalantly as I sauntered into her office.

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with Y/N not speaking to you, would it?”

“She has nothing to do with this. She and I are just fine-”

“You’re a shitty liar when it comes to me, Johnny. So, don’t try it.”

“I just thought it would be nice. We’re invited to every party, but we’ve never thrown one ourselves.”

There was no way in hell that I was about to fess up and say this was all for you. The last thing I needed was everyone giving me unsolicited advice.

“I’m not buying it, but you make a good point,” she sighed as she sat back in her chair. “I’ll talk to Reed about it-”

“You’re not gonna let him be in charge, right?”

“Just because I’m in love with the man, doesn’t mean I’d leave him in charge of any social event,” she scowled and I chuckled.

“Thank you, Sue. I mean it.”

“Whatever is going on between you two will work itself out,” she promised with a reassuring smile.

I don’t think I’ve ever worked so hard on anything in my life, or been so damn stressed. I made sure to have all of your favorite foods on the menu, your favorite deserts, and your favorite drinks. I’m more than sure I annoyed the hell out of Sue, but I didn’t give a damn. As long as everything was set up how you would like it, I didn’t care who I pissed off.

Now, everyone is here except for you. Going to see you won’t help anything, but even if you don’t forgive me, I at least want you to enjoy a party that was built around you.

“Johnny, standing in a corner and pouting won’t help anything,” Susan sighs coming up next to me.

“This is her favorite song,” I mutter as ‘Silent Night’ starts playing.

“Is that why three different versions of it are on the playlist?”

“I wanna make sure she hears it.”

“It’s gonna be okay.”

“She’s still not here, Sue. Even if she doesn’t wanna see me...they’re a ton of people here and she’s still not here.”

“What happened?”

“It doesn’t matter.” “Johnny-”

“Just drop it, Sue.”

“Well, give it time. I went to see her and, while I can tell that she’s torn, I think she’s going to show up.”

“How are you so sure?”

“I can just tell. When something is right, it just works out,” she smiles before turning her attention back to the crowd, “Natasha! Bruce! I’m so happy you were able to make it!” she beams before walking off.

I pray that she’s right, because I don’t know what took me so long to realize that you’re the only person I’ll ever want to commit to. I know that I can be a real pain in the ass and difficult, but I’m willing to work on myself if it means that I can have forever with you.

I’m willing to do any and everything if it means I can make you mine.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t impressed with the party. All of your favorite foods, you’re more than sure you’ve heard at least four different versions of ‘Silent Night’, every drink option that you love...

It has to be Johnny.

God, why did that night have to happen? Where the hell did your self control go? No, you don’t think Johnny would ever intentionally hurt you, but you also know that Johnny is shit with commitment. It’s not like the man doesn’t try, but you also know that the idea of him being with one person forever terrifies him.

However, that doesn’t change the fact that you miss him so damn much.

You came into the party with the intention of staying out of sight and out of mind, but Ben was in a good mood and pulled you into a conversation about latest research you were helping Reed with until Alicia pulled him away. You tried to get back to your corner of solitude, but somehow, you found everyone wanting to talk to you.

Unbeknownst to you, Reed and Sue had been talking you up. Telling everyone how much they appreciate all the hard work you do, how committed you are to your work, and how your attitude always brightens the mood, no matter how bleak things may seem.

Now, you’re being asked left and right if you’re willing to split your time, if you have any friends that are just as hard working as you, and where you studied Science at (in hopes of finding someone just as dedicated as you). As flattered as you are, you just want to stay in a corner by yourself, quietly scanning the room for Johnny (and whoever he brought as a date), and make sure that he’s happy. For as heartbroken as you’ve been for the last two months, that doesn’t mean you don’t want to see him happy.

Even if it is with someone else.

Sure, you could go and talk to him and put an end to all of this, but that would mean facing him, and you’re not ready for that just yet. Yes, you were both drunk and got swept away, but you don’t know how to handle it the way you think you should yet. The fact of the matter is: you love Johnny Storm. You have been for a while and you had been doing such a good job at hiding it. You’d seen the type of women Johnny fooled around with, and you knew you’d never live up to those standards. Yeah, he remember what he said that night, but he was also drunk and horny. No, he’s not a bad guy, but you’ve seen him play women before by drawing it out even though it was obvious to everyone else that he had no intention of sticking around. You’d like to believe that you were different, but once again, he was drunk and horny.

Accidents happen all the time.

However, you’ve been asking yourself the same question over and over again since the whole thing happened: if you could take any of it back, would you? You come to the same answer every time.

Hell no.

Having some of Johnny was better than having none of him, even if it was only for a moment. So, you told yourself that the next time you see Johnny, you’re going to apologize for your actions, promise him it’ll never happen again, and hope that you two can go back to the way things were.

At least that’s what you keep telling yourself.

After a few more uncomfortable conversations, you’re finally able to grab yourself a drink and make your way back into a corner. It seems silly to be in a corner of a party that seems to be catered around the things you love, but you just feel safer. Being in that room full of high profile diplomats and superheros just doesn’t feel right alone. It won’t feel okay unless Johnny is by your side.

“Why don’t you ever come to any of the parties?” Johnny asked you as he met you outside of your apartment complex. “You’re always invited.”

“Those parties are the last place I belong,” you scoffed as you put on the sunglasses he gifted you last week.

He told he got them for you because he was tired of you blocking out the sun with frames that didn’t suit your face.

“Why do you say that?’

“Cause that’s not me...it’s you,” you motioned towards him.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“You constantly save the world, and you’re ‘Mr. Personality’. That whole thing is your scene, not mine.”

“You’ve been huge help on all of those missions-”

“I’m a behind the scenes kind of woman, Johnny.”

“You don’t have to be. You could go with me,” he offered and you rolled your eyes.

“It’s all fun and games until you leave me for some model-”

“You know better than that, sweetheart. I wouldn’t leave you alone in a crowd, especially when I know how uncomfortable it’d make you.”

“You’d wanna be seen with me over some shiny model?”

“You’d wanna be seen with me over some fuckin’ book about space and atoms?” he questioned with a cocked eyebrow and a smirk as you let out a full bodied laugh. “Why wouldn’t I wanna be seen with you?”

“I’m not the kind of woman you’re ever seen with.”

“That’s because the only time you hangout with me is when we hangout for lunch.”

“When else can we hangout? You’re always busy or fucking.”

“We can hangout whenever you want, just say the word.”

“Yeah okay.”

“I mean it, tell me when you want to hangout and we will.”

“I wouldn’t even know what to do.”

“What are you doing today?”

“Lunch with you and then I was gonna do some more research on-”

“It’s your day off!”

“There’s always more work to be-”

“Yeah no, we’re hanging out. Your schedule has just been cleared. I know exactly what we’re gonna do,” he smirked as he pulled you along with him.

“Johnny-”

“Trust me!”

Usually, you hate Summer. You don’t like the beaches in New York, so there’s never one to go to. Sure, you can go to Jersey, but it’s always crowded and such a hassle to get to that, by the time you get there, you’re not even in the mood to do anything anymore. So, you usually stay in and do your best to avoid the heat, which is impossible because the city is always filled with too many people.

Summer hadn’t been something you’d enjoyed in a while.

However, that day that you spent with Johnny was one of the best days you’d ever had with him. He took you to one his favorite sports bars, spoiled you just a bit with new glasses and a necklace that he saw you eyeing while you waited for him to get off the phone with Reed, took you to his favorite casual restaurant for lunch, took you to the MET (you couldn’t tell but it made his heart so full to see you so happy), accompanied you on a stroll through Central Park, treated you to a movie, took you to dinner at Carmines (how he knew you’d always wanted to go is something you still don’t know), and ended the night with riding you around on his motorcycle (which only took about 20 minutes worth of convincing).

“See? I’m pretty fun to hangout with,” Johnny smirked as you both leaned against his bike, looking out at the view from the Brooklyn Bridge.

“I had the best day I’ve had in a while,” you smiled, laying your head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry about some of the hell we had to deal with today. The paparazzi and the fans-”

“It wasn’t terrible,” you shrugged. “Yeah, I was completely out of my comfort zone, but I felt safe with you.”

“Yeah, hanging with The Torch has the effect,” he said smugly and you burst out laughing.

“Never refer to yourself that way around me ever again,” you breathed once you finally caught your breath. “It has nothing to do with you being ‘The Human Torch’. I just feel safe with you...I trust you. I always have.”

“Yeah? Enough to go to one of these parties with me?”

“I will go to a party with you, I promise,” you giggled.

“Ready for me to take you home?”

“Lets stay here just a little bit longer?” you begged softy.

“We can do whatever you want, sweetheart.”

You wish you could just go back to that night. Everything was simple, and the both of you were so happy. Now, it’s all a fucking mess.

“Hey,” a familiar voice says softly from behind you. A voice you’ve missed more than you’ll ever be able to put into words.

You told yourself that you’d be gracious about the whole thing that you’d talk to him like an adult. Yet, the second you feel his breath on the back of your neck, you take off running like a deer in the headlights.

In fucking heels no less.

“Y/N! Please!” Johnny yells running after you.

Why are you running? There’s literally no reason to. It’s not like any crimes were committed and you didn’t murder anyone. All you did was almost completely give yourself to the one person your heart burns for.

No big deal.

You’re quick to get inside your office and start pacing, taking deep breaths as you try and calm your nerves. Why can’t you calm down? You can do this! You’ve talked to Johnny about so many things that were much more difficult than this, so what is the problem? You just want him back in your life, so you need to stop hiding from him (literally), and grow up.

“Wh...when the fuck did you...become a fast...fast runner?” Johnny breaths as he leans against your door.

“I’m sorry...” you mumble, toying with fingers and looking at your feet.

“Can you please talk to me? This is insane! It doesn’t have to be like this!”

“I know and I’m sorry, I really am. I’ve been wanting to talk to you about everything, but its turning out to be a lot harder than I thought.”

“Why? Yes, things got...heated, but we’ve always been able to-”

“We’ve never even kissed before, Johnny. That night...it’s not the same.”

“We’ve talked about more complicated things than almost hooking-”

“Johnny, I love you. I am so in love with you and I...I had planned on keeping it to myself, because you don’t do relationships, and that’s fine! I was fine with how we were, but then we kissed and said things...my panties came off...I’ve been wanting to talk to you, but it’s hard, because now you know. I made the first move, I said what I said...I wanted to talk to you, but I just couldn’t be around you yet,” you finish softly.

Wow, that came out a lot easier than you expected.

Since he isn’t responding you keep going, “I’m happy to just be your friend, Johnny. You’re always going to be my best friend, but I know we can’t be together, and I can’t take seeing you with other women yet and-”

“Why not?”

“Why not what? Why can’t I take seeing you with other women? Johnny, I just told you I’m in love with you-”

“No, why can’t we be together?”

“Is that a joke? You don’t-”

“I can-”

“Johnny-”

“For you, I can do anything,” he promises sincerely as you finally meet his gaze.

“Lets not do this-”

“I love you, Y/N. I love you and I have for a while now. I’ve had a crush on you since I first saw you, and the more I got to know you, the more all of it spiraled out of control. Why do you think I stayed away for those four months? I was trying to get over and distance myself from you, because I didn’t want to fuck all of this up. I didn’t want to ruin your chances with someone else by breaking your heart. I really did my best to leave you alone, but I was miserable without you, which I think speaks volumes about how much I love you. Even with Raye, which we both know it’s because of me that didn’t work out, I wasn’t all that broken up about it. Yeah, I hated that I hurt her, but you saw how quickly I bounced back from that. I can’t bounce back from you, Y/N. I can’t and I don’t want to.”

“Johnny-”

“I’m loneliest when I’m without you, I’m constantly in a shitty mood when we’re not speaking, whenever I’m out fighting to save the world I’m only thinking of saving you, your laugh is my favorite sound in the world, I listen to your voicemails when we’re not talking because it’s the only thing that soothes me, your touch is what I crave more than anything else in the world, I’m lost when you’re not around...I am so insanely in love with you. I love you to the point that it hurts.”

“Johnny...”

“If you don’t want this, that’s fine, but I think you do. I think you want this as bad as I do,” he states softly as he makes his way over to you.

“You don’t...you don’t like relationships. You said so yourself that they’re just not for you because you don’t wanna be chained to someone-”

“That was before and it was stupid for me to say that. I don’t know, I just...I don’t feel like that with you, sweetheart. If you want me to stay away, I understand and I’ll do just that,” he promises softly as he stands in front of you.

“I...I didn’t say that,” you confess, looking down at your fingers.

Using his forefinger, he gently lifts your chin so your gaze is on him, “tell me what you want.”

“I want to believe that you want this, because it’s all I’ve been thinking about for a while and...I don’t believe you’d ever hurt me, but I know you, Johnny. I know...how you act and that commitment scares you and I don’t want to be-”

“I wouldn’t say anything if I wasn’t serious about this. Serious about us.”

“Johnny-”

“There’s no one on this planet, or the others for that matter, that I find more beautiful than you. No one gets me like you do, no one cares for me like you do, no one...loves me like you do, Y/N. I don’t want to be with anyone else, I don’t look at anyone else, and I’m never gonna love anyone the way I love you. You’re the only person I’ll ever want to commit to and that’ll never change.”

“Say it again,” you beg softly as he leans in closer.

“You’re the only person I’ll ever want to commit to,” he breathes softly, his face a mere few inches from yours, “and that’ll never change.”

Before you have a chance to think of an argument, his lips are on yours and you’re gone. Yes, you still have your fears and reservations, but you miss Johnny. You already missed him when you weren’t around, but now that you’ve kissed him and felt his hands all over you in that way, you crave it more than anything else in the world.

You crave him.

“Johnny,” you moan as he kisses down your neck.

In all honesty, you wanna tell him to stop, but you can’t seem to form the words or remember why. Instead, you wrap your legs around him as he picks you up and places you on your desk. What’s the point of stopping anyway? You believe him and it’s starting to become very clear that you two are no longer able to keep your hands to yourselves when along together.

“I fucking missed you,” Johnny growls, hiking up your skirt then ripping off your panties, “never letting you go again.” “Fuck!” you gasp at the feel of his thumb on your clit.

You’re more than sure the warmth flooding through your body has nothing to do with his power.

“So fucking wet already? We’ve barely gotten started,” he smirks teasing your cunt with his fingers.

“Pl...please,” you whimper softly, “dreamt of this for so long!”

“Tell me what you’ve dreamt of,” he coos as slowly sinks two fingers into your desperate and greedy cunt.

Right now, you love him just as much as you hate him for torturing you.

“Having...having you all to myself, loving me, pulling me...apart, oh my God!” you cry out at the feel of him curling his fingers. “John...Johnny please!”

“Tell me more,” he pushes, picking up his pace just a little, applying just a bit of pressure to clit, which only makes you cry out in pleasure as you start grinding yourself against his fingers. “You’re a fucking dream, babygirl. Tell me!”

“Fuck! I’ve thought about...oh Johnny,” you moan, lulling your head back as you feel a warm sensation on your clit, kicking shoes off and curling your toes.

“Never thought I’d ever have you like this, baby. So fucking perfect, baby. Gotta tell me more or I won’t let you cum, and I can tell just how bad you want to by the way this pussy is squeezing my fingers,” he chuckles, easily sliding in a third.

“Jesus!”

“No, just Johnny,” he teases as he picks up his pace. “C’mon sweetheart, be a good girl and tell me more!” “Aht! I’ve...I’ve been dreaming of you on your knees eating my pussy while fingering my ass, want...wanna taste you so fucking bad, Johnny!”

“Fuck,” he growls, no longer teasing you, and you can tell he’s desperate to give you whatever you want. “Keep going, babygirl!”

“Dreamt of you fucking me hard and fast, claiming and making me all yours! I wanna feel you so deep inside my pussy, baby!”

“Give it to me, sweetheart! Be a good girl and cum hard for me!”

Your body has been ready to obey anything Johnny has to say for years, so you’re not surprised that you squirt hard on his fingers as the words leave his mouth. You’d be embarrassed, but you’ve wanted this for so long that you just can’t be bothered to feel any shame. All the cards are laid on the table now, so he may as well see every side of you.

Not just the parts that are work appropriate.

Johnny grips your neck with his free hand before puling you upright and crashing his lips into yours, “who knew my perfect girl was so filthy?” he broods once you two break apart, still fucking you through your high.

“Need you, Johnny! Please!”

“I’m gonna take care of you, baby, I promise,” he smirks, removing his fingers and bringing them up to your lips, “open.”

Keeping your gaze on him, you open your mouth and stick your tongue, your pussy clenching around nothing at the feral growl that leaves his mouth.

“Suck ‘em clean, sweetheart,” he commands, as he gets down on his knees.

You feel his breath on your core when you remember, “not here!” you mumble around his fingers. “The cameras!”

You hear him mumble incoherent against your folds and you whine in pure want, needing one of you to come with a solution fast. Thankfully, Johnny’s on his feet almost instantly, taking your hand in his while he removes his fingers from your mouth, and pulls you along with him.

“Follow me, sweetheart,” he broods, practically jogging down the hall.

At least he’s just a desperate for you as you are for him.

He pulls you into the elevator with him, hits a button without even looking at it, before pinning you against the wall and kissing you passionately. One of his hands snakes its way up your skirt, and you moan into the kiss as he starts fucking you with two fingers.

“They’re cameras in here too,” you giggle with a breathy moan as he starts biting and sucking on your neck.

“A little making out in the elevator never hurt anyone,” he smirks before licking the spot he just bit.

“And how about getting fingered?”

“They can’t see that, sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear before biting the shell of it.

Johnny Storm is gonna be the death of you.

When the elevator finally arrives at the floor he selected, you whine in protest when he removes his fingers, and is pulling you out of the elevator. In almost no time at all, he has you pinned against his bedroom wall and is kicking his door closed before getting on his knees.

“You don’t know how much I’ve gotten off to the thought of eating this perfect little pussy, baby,” he groans before licking your clit.

This must be what heaven feels like.

“Oh my fuck...Johnny! Yes!” you cry out, running your fingers through his soft brown locks, gripping them tight before grinding your your pussy against his face.

He easily slides two fingers into your soaked cunt, curling them as they give you a warm sensation. When you feel his lips pulling on your clit, you lull your head back and hike your right leg over his shoulder, granting him better access to your greedy cunt so he can fuck you deeper. His free hand travels up your side, finding yours, and he entwines his fingers with yours.

The small gesture makes your flutter and fall in love even more.

“I love you so much...Johnny! Need to feel you, please!”

Maybe it’s because it’s Christmas, or maybe it’s because he’s just as desperate as you, but your pleas doesn’t fall on deaf ears. He starts licking and sucking on your clit with such ferocity, you won’t be surprised if the whole hears you as you yell his name, a euphoric cloud washing over you as you coat his fingers and lower half of his face with your desire, gaining a grunt of approval from him as he fucks you through your high.

“I will be back down here tonight,” he promises as he kisses his way up your body, unzipping your skirt and letting it fall freely to the ground, “ but right now, I wanna get lost inside of you.”

“Please,” you whisper once he’s on his feet again, unbuckling his belt as quickly as you can.

“You sure you want this, sweetheart?”

“Too late to turn back now, and I don’t want to. I love you and I want this with you, I want everything with you.”

“God, I’ve waited so long to hear you say that,” he smiles before crashing his lips into yours.

Clothes come off easily, and they’re no sounds other than the desperate and hungry kisses you both are giving one another. His skin is heated and his touches are soft and, for the moment, you can’t remember what the hell you were so afraid of. Being here with Johnny, like this, and having him all to yourself is all you’ve ever wanted. You know the fear will come back later when all is said and done, but with the way he looks at you, the way he holds you, and has always looked out for you, it’s hard to believe that he would ever hurt you.

It’s hard to believe that this isn’t meant to be.

“Lay back, baby,” you tell him breathlessly as you softly push him back, “I’m gonna take care of you tonight.”

“You are nothing like I imagined,” he smirks and you laugh softly.

“Is that good or bad?”

“So fucking good,” he broods as you dip down lick the tip of his heated length. “Fuck,” he sighs as he grips the sheets.

“Just relax, baby. Let your good girl make you feel good.”

No, giving Johnny Storm (aka the Human Fucking Torch) a blowjob probably isn’t your best interest, but you’ve dreamed about it too long to not do it.

You smooth your hand over his abs, your pussy clenching around nothing as you try and figure out how you got so lucky, while you’re hand strokes him in an attempt to prepare yourself for his size and length.

“Just relax,” you coo before finally getting your mouth on him, moaning in satisfaction at the taste of him.

“Shit! That’s it, babygirl! Fuck, just like that!” he moans as you start to take as much of him as you can.

Your movements are slow at first, taking more of him bit by bit as you relax your throat to accommodate him, falling in love with the way that you’re making squirm beneath you and breathe heavy. Once you’re finally able to fully accommodate him, you’re unable to to control yourself when you pick up your pace as your hand starts to play with his balls.

“FUCK Y/N!” he proclaims, eyes clenched shut as he tries to control himself.

You run your hand over his his abs in an attempt to calm him, but it’s useless because you’re too worked up yourself. You turn your gaze up towards him to find that his gaze on you is intense and heated. In fact, you’re more than sure you see a little orange tint around his eyes, and it only turns you on more to see how much you’re playing with fire.

Literally.

“Not gonna....fuck, I’m so....FUCK!” he exclaims, filling your mouth to the brim, bucking his hips a little as he fucks all of it into your mouth.

You ignore the desperate longing between your legs as you do your best to swallow everything he has to offer, wanting to make sure you don’t miss a single drop.

“You okay?” you smirk once you’ve cleaned him to your satisfaction.

“I need to be inside of you right now, get your ass on top of me,” he growls as you giggle.

“Tell me what you want and I’ll do it,” you promise as you straddle him, rocking your hips against his, your soaked lips dragging along his cock.

“I want you to do whatever you want...whatever will make you happy, sweetheart. I’m yours to use however you want,” he moans as his hands start to travel up your body.

“I want to make you as happy as you’ve always made me,” you moan, adjusting yourself so you can align him with your entrance. “I wanna show you just how much I love you...SHIT!” you cry out once you start to slide down on him.

You’ve never been so full and you’re not even half way down.

“Oh my GOD!” you whimper, loving the delicious burn of him stretching you. “Fuck!”

“Never had a cock this big before, sweetheart?” he questions with a cocky grin, with his mouth slightly agape.

“N-no, but...I can t-tell you’ve never been in a pussy t-this tight!” you moan, finally settling against his hips.”Tell me how good it feels baby,” you moan, pressing your hands against his chest, the hairs a welcome comfort as you dig your nails into his pecs.

“Fuck, best pussy I’ve ever been inside of,” groans as he grips your hips tight, the heat radiating from his hands sending you closer to release. “Thought having you like this to myself for so long, and God, you’re better than any fucking fantasy that I ever came up with...fuck! That’s it, baby!” he encourages as you pick up your pace, rolling your hips against him. “So fucking beautiful!”

“S-so fucking close!” you whine, clawing at his chest, finding that spot deep inside that only ever seemed to exist when you used your vibrator. “Aht, aht! YES!” you cry out, squirting hard as you try and ride out your high.

You’re only left in charge for a second before Johnny wraps an arm around yourself, and sits upright which only pushes him in further.

“FUCK!”

“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, did you know that?” he broods, gripping your hips before starting fucking into you relentlessly.

“Johnny! Please...feels too good!”

“I’ve been watching you for so long, imagining what it would be like to be worthy of you...your love...fuck, the way this cunt squeezes me!”

“Never felt this good!”

“Gonna spend all night showing you just how much I love you...how much I’ve needed you,” he mumbles into your chest, before taking one of your nipples into his mouth and licking it.

“Fuck!” you gasp, running your hands through his hair as you try to hold on, still tying to recover from the last orgasm.

His tongue is deliciously vicious against your nipple, showing no mercy at your desperate whimpers and pleas, not even when tears start forming in your eyes. You’ve never felt this good in your life, and while you’re more than sure you’ll be sore tomorrow, it’ll be more than worth it. You’ve been waiting for this forever and there’s nothing that could make you regret it.

You’ll never regret giving all of yourself to him.

“Mmm Johnny! Too much!”

“I know you can give me more,” he encourages with a husk, looking up to see you in your blissed out state. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he groans, his skin getting just a bit hotter, sending you over another euphoric waterfall.

At some point, you’re going to need to remember to invest in aloe.

“Ya know, I don’t think my bed has ever been this wet,” he chuckles, before getting you on your back and starting to fuck into relentlessly. “I think I wanna make this a nightly thing,” he husks, entwining fingers with one of your hands, while the other is planted firmly by your head.

“Oh my GOD!”

“What do you think about that, babygirl? Hmm? Be my good girl during the day....my filthy, desperate little thing at night?”

“Johnny...” you sob, that knot in your core tightening again.

He dips down and whispers against your ear hotly, “I think that’s exactly how it should be. Cause you were made for me, just like I was made for you.”

You feel your legs start to tremble as another orgasm starts to build, and you truly wonder if you’ll be able to last the rest of the night after this one.

“C’mon babygirl, I need it. Please,” he rasps into the crook of your neck as his movements become erratic.

“Too much! I...I...FUCK!”

“Y/N!” he shouts as he fills you with his seed, you squirting on his cock, only soaking the bed even more.

As you fade out of consciousness, you try to remember if you’ve ever felt so full and loved in your life, and you’re pretty sure you haven’t.

“You okay, sweetheart?” you faintly hear him ask, and you only have enough energy to nod. “Did I take it too far for you?” he chuckles and you giggle.

“No baby, I just need a minute, “ you smile up at him. He dips down and starts peppering kisses all over your face and you start laughing, “don’t tell me that you’re a giant softie underneath that giant ego of yours.”

“You know it’s only for you. Its always only ever been for you,” he groans as he pulls out, before laying down beside you and pulling you close.

“And why is that, Johnny Storm?” you question as you lay your head on his chest, feeling secure and like you’re loved.

“Because I love you.”

“Say it again.”

“I love you,” he chuckles before kissing the top of your head.

“I don’t know if I should even bother giving you the actual Christmas gift I got you,” you smirk as you start to press soft kisses along his chest.

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” he sighs, and you can tell he’s getting worked up all over again.

“Hmm? Why’s that?” you ask, propping yourself up on one arm, while the other softly stokes his chest.

“Because,” he starts, cupping your cheek and stroking it gently, “you were all that I wanted, and it’s been that way for a long time now, Y/N. You were all that I had on my Christmas wish list.”

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Got It (Lee Minho x Reader)

MASTERLIST

Genre: Choreographer!Lee Minho x Dance Captain!Reader, female reader, fluff, slow burn.

Word Count: 5,532

Warnings: Slight cursing, drinking.

Summary: Nobody seems to be fond of the new choreographer, but he does seem to grow fond of you.

A/N: I had no choice but to included Itzy and the Hwang siblings cause, man, I love those two groups together. And yes, I am well aware they are not real siblings but let me live my dream, thank you. :D

30 minutes. That's how late you were, 30 minutes. In your 20 years of living, never once were you late to a dance practice, especially not the first of the season.

Last summer, you finished first in 3 categories – female solo, duet and female group – and it was your best year so far. You've been dancing since you learned to stand on two feet and anyone who had eyes could recognize you are talented. Very much so, your previous dance coach and choreographer had promoted you to dance captain a few years ago. You took your role so seriously, you would stay late in the dance studio only to practice. You even started to throw small parties here and there in order to bond with your teammates.

That's why you couldn't believe it when you woke up to a message from Yeji that practice had started 10 minutes ago. You were so glad you lived near the dance studio, but with getting ready and bringing your practice bag with you, 20 minutes had passed when you finally walked in the room. The 7 pairs of eyes stares at you as soon as you opened the door and you smiled sheepishly, embarrassed.

"Hey, guys..." you said, in a small voice.

"Where the hell were you? I called you 5 times and sent so many texts, and you never answered!" Yeji yelled out, walking to you as the sweat was dripping on her face. "We are dying here without you!"

"Dying? What do you mean?" you asked, confused as you looked over to your other teammates for an answer.

Felix spoke out as he looked down. "We have a new choreographer."

"What? I thought Miss Park was coming back again this year."

"Nope." Ryujin continued. "We have Mister Lee Minho, now." Almost instantly, the door behind you opened revealing an handsome man, around your age. "Talking about him..." she trailed off.

With the looks of a prince, the lean body of a professional dancer and doe-like eyes, he still gave off an intimidating presence. No wonder the crew seemed almost scared of the man. However, you were not the kind to be threatened by any authority figures, even less a new dance coach. You have seen every types, and this Lee Minho didn't phase you in the slightest.

"I suppose you are Y/N." he said in a stern voice.

"And I assume you are Lee Minho."

"You're late."

"I know."

"I would have expected better from our dance captain. Are you sure you deserve this title?" he pondered, almost challenging you.

"I'm certain, yes."

"Don't be late again." he simply sighed before walking to the front. "Alright guys, now that stretching is done, shall we start reviewing some moves from last year? I want to see your level before determining what style I want to work with you all."

With that being said, one by one, you offered your best performance in front of the new coach. Once you all passed, he required for you to dance as a group. After being done, he dismissed you all, saying he'll figure out what style he'll go for and who seems to be the strongest dancers among the crew.

Taking a sip from your water bottle, you and Chan started to gather your things to leave afterwards.

"He's making us sweat like crazy! It's even worse than when I go work out. I'm already sore!" the man complained like a child.

"It's harsher than with Miss Park, but I think he's good. He seems serious and knowledgeable about dancing, I'm sure he'll do good to our group." you defended.

"Y/N, he literally embarrassed you in front of everyone."

"And so? He knows how to discipline people, that's good I think."

Yeji frowned at your statement as she joined in the conversation. "You like having a strict coach?"

"How am I supposed to improve if I don't have someone to push my limits?"

"She might just like Mr. Lee." Chan teased but you simply ignored him while the others responded with more teasing and laughter.

As you were all leaving the room, your name was called out. To no surprise, Minho was the one asking for you. You let the others know you'll join them afterwards before making your way to Minho.

"Yes?"

Minho took a minute to observe you. He had noticed your talent, there was no doubt you were, by far, one of, if not, the best among the crew. He had seen so many dancers, he knew for sure how to spot a great one. However, you had something intriguing. Unlike the others, you understood how having pressure only helps to improve.

"I might have to take my words back, you surprised me today."

You nodded you head in acknowledgement of his compliment. "Thank you, and so have you. Rare it is someone who has this much authority on a group on the first practice."

He laughed at your remark. "I know how to put people back to their place."

"Right."

"I'd like for you to arrive in time next practice. I like to be punctual, so please don't make me wait."

"I'm not late usually. It's only because you started at 8 and we used to start at 9." you explained, but he didn't seem to accept your justification.

"Well, get used to it. 8:00am this Thursday. On time, please."

You nodded rapidly and he dismissed you. When you stepped out of the building, Yeji, Chan and Hyunjin were waiting for you as they were discussing. Hyunjin noticed you quickly and hurried to you.

"What did he want?"

"He asked me to not be late next time, that's all."

"I don't like him, he nags you when you're literally the most well-behaved among us." Hyunjin pouted as you started to walk towards your usual ice cream shop.

"He nags all of us, though?" Yeji pointed out to her brother.

Hyunjin ignored her as he opened the door of the shop, allowing you all to enter the place. The fresh odor of sugar mixed with a fruity scent made you smile, especially after you spotted Jeongin at the counter. You have come to the place so often, it was inevitable for you to bond with the young cashier. As you kept showing up at his workplace, he had started to give you some discounts.

"Jeongin!" you exclaimed while making your way to the ice cream display.

"Hey guys! The usual?"

"I think I'll have strawberry sorbet this time." you answered.

"Same." Chan said.

The siblings took their usual ice cream cones and Jeongin was quick to make your orders. You savoured your sorbet while the others engaged in a conversation you were, frankly, not listening to at all. Instead, your mind wandered off to your interaction with Minho. It was so odd. There was an obvious respect between the two of you, but you felt as if he was testing you. Even the few remarks he made throughout the whole practice, they had a hint of challenge in them. You couldn't help but feel intrigued by him. How was it going to be this year with him among the group? You'd have to wait and see.

Three months had passed since that first practice. As promised, you were never late again. In fact, you were always the first one to get there, arriving about 10 minutes beforehand. Minho seemed to be the early type too, because he was always there in advance as well. The first time you arrived at the same time, it was rather uncomfortable. Neither if you spoke while you were stretching to the music Minho had put. As time passed, you started to converse with one another. It could be about dancing, about the weather, about food, even about his cats. Somehow, you always had something to talk about. The more you two talked, the more you got to see his crazy side. Believe it or not, Minho might be the craziest person you know. The man carries bundles and is a literal cat mom... what can be any weirder than this?

You and Minho were getting along perfectly, but you couldn't say the same for the rest of the group. Felix was apparently too "energetic", Yeji needed to improve her angles, Jisung wasn't taking Minho's comments seriously enough, Chan seemed to be tired and needed to focus (which was true, honestly, the man needs to sleep), and Ryujin and Chaeryeong were apparently talking too much. As for Hyunjin, he seemed to be the only one who had nothing Minho could see as wrong. This dynamic was no fun for anyone, but you really saw it as an opportunity to push yourself to the best.

Today was no exception, except for the fact the championships were coming in the next few months and Minho wanted to make sure everyone was prepared.

"I made sure to be registered for every category, and I mean every single ones." he stared at the crew intensely for a moment before taking out a list from his phone. "We have male and female solos. I think Hyunjin would be a great fit."

"I can do it, yes." Hyunjin nodded and Minho seemed satisfied.

"Y/N? You did last year. How do you feel if I suggest Ryujin instead?"

"She can do it." you said nonchalantly.

Of course, you would have loved to have a solo again, but you truly believed Ryujin deserved her moment. She was an incredible dancer, after all.

"Great." Minho noted before continuing. "For the male and female trios, I noted myself, Felix and Hyunjin. As for the girls, Yeji, Ryujin and Chaeryeong." he looked up to see nods of approval from everyone. "We have male and female groups as well, and mixed which I think is obviously going to be all of us. I have female duos... How about Chaeryeong and Y/N?"

You were more than impressed. Usually, you would have the dances displayed and choose yourselves who would do what. Minho chose to assign the numbers himself, but he did so amazingly, and thought out of everything. From who matches the most with who, to their dance styles and their level.

"I'd like to see Chan and Jisung try for the male duo. Y/N?"

You perked at the mention your name and exchanged eyes with Minho. "Yes?"

"You're on duet duty with me. Sounds good?"

"Sure."

"Great. We'll dedicate half an hour of our practice for the group number. For the remaining hour, you can all go practice on your own. I'd still appreciate it if you can come see me once in a while to keep me up to date with how things are going. I have a few songs suggestions already, you can stay afterwards if you want to hear them. That'll be it for today. Thank you for your work! And Felix?"

The boy stepped forward, with a small and scared smile displayed on his face. "If I see another TikTok dance or anything of that sort, I'll be sure to beat your ass."

Felix gulped as Minho dismissed everyone. Soon enough, he hurried to you, enveloping you in a hug.

"Felix, the hell?" you said, startled at the sudden embrace.

"I don't get why you like this guy, have you seen how he bullies me?"

"He has a good point, though... Imagine doing the Renegade dance in a competition."

"See? You're even defending him!" he cried out, Jisung patting his back to comfort him.

"I think he needs to rest a bit, sorry for the bother." Jisung smiles apologetically before taking Felix out of the practice room.

You laughed at the two and were about to follow behind them. Yet, you stopped on your track. You turned around to see you were, once again, left alone with Minho. You remembered how he mentioned he had songs suggestions for the dances, and you were curious to know what he had chosen.

"Can I listen to the songs you picked?"

Surprised to hear your voice, he jumped a bit as he noticed you were still in the room. He nodded slightly and walked to the speaker and selected the playlist he made.

"Do you want to hear one in particular?" he asked.

"Our duet."

Looking back at his phone, he clicked on a song and soon later, a sweet ballad filled the room. No lyrics, only music. When you started to familiarize yourself with the soft tone, it gradually turned into a beat with a hint of bass in it. It was intense, sensual almost. When the song finished, Minho looked at you, expectedly.

"I know it might be a bit... too much?" he said, while his ears were slowly turning red. "But I thought it could fit our styles. I work a lot with smooth body movements and you're mainly a contemporary dancer. I just thought it could-"

You chuckled at his flustered face as he kept rambling about why he chose this song specifically. "Min, it's okay. I like it, I think it suits us well."

He nodded, reassured. "Okay, good... Umm... Do you want to listen to any other ones?"

"Why not?" you smiled warmly.

With that, he showed you the other songs he thought of for the dances and even that part of him impressed you. You commented and suggested other tracks yourself. You didn't know it, but it was at this moment that Minho realized he liked you. And I mean, like LIKE you.

"How is it going with Minho?" Chaeryeong asked, once you finished your dance for the fifth time already.

"The duet? I don't know, he's a bit busy with choreographing his dance with Lix and Jinnie. He said he knows we can choreograph and learn ours quick, so he focuses on the others for now."

"That's good, but that's not what I meant."

You looked at her curiously and she invited you to sit down with her. "Then, what did you mean?" you asked as you sat in front of her.

"You KNOW what I mean..." she insisted and it took you a few seconds to understand where she was going with this.

"No."

"Yes."

"You're saying bullshit."

"Oh, come on! You're the only one he doesn't nag."

"He does nag me."

"No, he suggests new techniques instead of pointing out your weak points. You always stay behind to talk with him after practice is over and he smiles at you. He SMILES!! Also, why the hell did you choose a sensual dance with him?"

Your cheeks reddened quickly and you shook your head at her bold comment. "It's- it seemed fitting for our dance style." She gave you a look and you sighed, letting yourself lay on the floor. "We just get along, what do you want me to say?"

"That you are actually in love and you're just hiding it from us."

"The fuck?" you sat up right away. "I only talk to him when we practice, I can barely say I'm friends with the guy. Besides, you know I don't date."

"Yeah, and what a shame! Seungmin and I are even happier together, it could be the same for you."

You quickly changed subject, replaying your song once again to practice. As much as you wanted to deny it, you hated how right she was. How she pointed out perfectly your crush on the older man. He wasn't much older, 24 years old you learned. Surprisingly, that only added to your attraction to him. You hated how handsome he was, how good he was at dancing, and how easily he could make you laugh with his idiotic self.

You couldn't allow yourself to make a move. What if you get rejected right before the championships? It would only make things awkward. Even without the context of the competition, it was a bad idea overall. You had to suppress those small feelings, and quickly.

"... 7, and 8."

As soon as Minho was done counting, he separated himself from you. At first, it was easy to hide his attraction to you. But as time passed and practices were more frequent, he knew his humor was only a way for him to restrain himself from letting you know how beautiful he thought you were. He almost cursed himself from making this dance so intimate with you, the ending being a close embrace with your faces millimeters apart.

"You dropped me... again." you pointed out, even though you knew you didn't need to say it since Minho was already aware of his mistake.

"Sorry..." he mumbled, eyes stuck on his phone to rewind the song to the part he kept messing up. "Again." he simply said, positioning himself to be ready to lift you.

However, you didn't cooperate with his orders and you walked to the speaker to turn it off. Minho looked at you, and scoffed at your actions.

"What are you doing?"

"You're clearly not focused and you're definitely overworking yourself. You're here 24/7, do you even have a life outside of here? A girlfriend to get home to?" you surprised yourself at the question, but glad you made your point known.

"I'm fine, I swear. And I don't really date, nor do I have many friends."

"You have your cats." you pointed out. "And I'm sure Soonie is in need of Minho cuddles."

"He sleeps in my bed, I can assure you he has enough cuddles."

"My point IS" you exclaimed, starting to get frustrated with the man. "you need to take a break."

"Says the one who happens to be here the most after me."

"Then, how about we both take a break?"

You didn't even let him answer and you grabbed his wrist to lead him out of the dance studio. Ignoring his protests, you were quick to bring him to a small convenience store close by.

"Do you like instant ramen?"

"Who doesn't?" he replied. "This is ridiculous, though. We really need to work on that move and-"

"Shut up, Min. Choose whatever you want, I'm paying."

He protested once again, but you shut him up and he finally grabbed a cup of noodles. You sat at the table installed outside after you poured boiling water in your bowls. Minho was the first to start eating and, seemingly, he was hungry as he smiled, satisfied at the taste.

"So? Was I right?" you asked, smiling at the sight of his full cheeks.

He nodded and swallowed his food before speaking. "I have to admit, I do need a break."

"There you go!" you laughed. As you kept eating, you started to have some doubts regarding the championships. "We have a month left."

"Yeah.."

"Do you think we're ready?"

"Everybody's been working hard, even Jisung stopped messing around. I'm sure we'll do great."

"I know, but I meant you and I. You did drop me a lot today. And the ending, you're the one who insisted on posing for a few seconds. But you didn't do it today. Did I do something wrong?"

Minho's eyes widened in panic, as you kept questioning yourself. "Oh my god, no, stop that! Like you said, I'm exhausted and I need a break. That's all, you did nothing. And I dropped you, yes, sorry again. Still, I think it's the first time today I make this mistake. I was simply distracted, we'll be fine."

"Okay, if you say so. You can skip tomorrow if you need to rest, you know?"

"I can't do that, who's gonna manage the group, then?"

"I'll do it. I've known them for a long time and I'm dance captain, after all." you bragged.

"Right, my bad, Mrs." he rolled his eyes. "Fine, I guess the cats will be happy to have a full day with their mama."

You judged him silently, taking another bite of your food. "You're weird."

Minho stared at his phone, no reaction, freezing as he read the message again. You? Y/N? You were inviting him to one of the dance crew parties? He knew about those night gatherings, of course. He just assumed he'll never get to go to one since pretty much everyone except you and Hyunjin seem to despise him. It seemed like things had changed.

You felt bad for him, he was always excluded by the others. This was going to be your last party, before leaving for the competition the next day. You thought he had to come to this one, at least. He's the reason why you all have worked so hard, after all.

Minho : are you sure?

Y/N : 100% sure

Minho : okay then.. do you want me to bring anything?

Y/N : your handsome face and your usual goofy self is enough

Minho was red all over his face as he read the message you just had sent. How can you be so bold with this type of comment?

Minho : not even alcohol?

Y/N : i have enough to satisfy everyone, don't worry about that

The next day, everyone got there in the late afternoon; Jeongin being invited as well, your brother Changbin intruding himself in the group and Chaeryeong brought Seungmin along with her. Ryujin didn't forget to invite your school friends, Yuna and Lia. The only person missing was the one you were looking forward to see the most.

The evening was starting to settle in and you haven't done much other than talking and catching up. When 7pm hit, the doorbell rang and you stood up immediately at the sound.

"Someone is eager to see Mr. Lee." Felix teased and you sent him a death glare in response.

You walked to the door and opened it only to see Minho, casual clothing replacing his usual sport attire he had on during practice. He looked good.

"Am I too late?" he asked.

"Nah, everyone got here a bit early. Come in." you stepped aside so he could walk inside and everyone greeted him warmly, to your surprise.

When you told your friends you invited Minho, they were all reluctant to the idea. After all, they only knew him as strict and mean Mr. Lee.

The night was going well. Minho included himself a lot within the group, even Jisung seemed to have taken a liking to him. The more people drank, the messier the party was. Soon later, you changed the music for a calmer tone and you went back to chatting and laughing.

"Should we play a game?" Felix suggested, much to everyone's excitement, except yours.

You knew your friend better than this. He gave you a knowing look, confirming his intentions.

"I think I'll just watch you, guys."

"Y/N, come on! You're no fun... You always play, usually." Yeji tried to convince you.

"Oh, so you play often?" Minho asked, curious about the party-like version of yourself.

"She probably has kissed everyone in this room. Except Changbin, of course." Chan exclaimed.

Minho frowned at this revelation. He would have never thought of you as this type of person.

"You should play, then." he said, which caused the whole room to agree with him with screams and laughs.

You ended up agreeing. It's just a game, after all. Right? Ryujin was the first one to go and she asked Chan truth or dare. Chan, playing it safe, chose truth.

"Did you like someone in this room and never told them?"

"No." Chan laughed. "I see you as siblings, it'd be too weird for me." Disappointment filled the air as Chan moved to the next person. "Jeongin."

"Truth."

"Boring." Hyunjin booed.

"Have you ever gotten in trouble to get us an ice cream discount?"

"Surprisingly, never, but I think my boss knows. He just never said anything. Okay, Felix."

"Dare."

"Kiss Hyunjin."

"Come on, we did this one last time too." he whined, disappointed at the dare.

Nonetheless, he walked to the tall man and gave him a peck. It was probably the 100th kiss they've had already because of this game, it didn't hype up the group much.

"Y/N." Here we go... "Truth or dare?"

Neither were good for you. Were you going to either kiss him or risk him knowing about you months-long crush on him? With that in mind, the safest option seemed obvious.

"Dare."

"Kiss Minho... for 10 seconds."

Your eyes widened at the request. You expected the kiss, but not the duration. Oh, how much you hated Felix at this instant. You turned to look at Minho, his expression blank. You couldn't guess what he was thinking, and that made things worse. Ignoring the whistles your friends made, you got closer with Minho as you put your hands behind his neck.

"Are you okay with this?"

He was not. He was terrified, but he wasn't going to say this to your face.

"It's a game. Besides, I'll get to see how much of a horrible kisser you are." he teased to diffuse the tension, and you could only roll your eyes at his joke.

You took a breath and closed your eyes as you approched Minho's face. Soon, you felt your nose touching and his warm breath of your lips. Somehow, this seemed to have provoked something in Minho as he brought his hands to the sides of your face and quickly closed the gap separating the two of you. The kiss was deep, needy, almost like it was something that he couldn't have waited for any longer, and neither could you. The kiss deepened even more when he opened his mouth slightly, allowing you to slide your tongue in. You knew the others were probably howling in joy, but you couldn't hear them. Your sole focus was on Minho, on the butterflies you felt in your stomach. At this point, you knew the 10 seconds had already passed, but you were still kissing each other. You could say you were disappointed when Minho finally pulled away. His eyes had lust in them as he stared right back at you, your faces still close. In embarrassment, you coughed and looked away from him.

"Alright.. um... Chaeryeong? Truth or dare."

Last night ended awkwardly, to say the least. Minho avoided your gaze as much as you avoided his, barely saying goodbye to you as he left your house. Yeji stayed over for the night and you were literally screaming in embarrassment. The poor girl had to endure your complaining, your whining and your drunk behavior all night long. Luckily, the ride to the competition was a few hours which allowed you to sleep in the bus you reserved especially for the occasion.

Even in the vehicle, it was awkward. While Minhlo sat at the very front with his new friend, Jisung, you sat at the back with Yeji and Felix and Hyunjin sitting in front of you. You fell asleep in a matter of seconds once the bus drove off, allowing the three others to speak about THE event.

"Looks like you, girls, had a good night of sleep." Hyunjin said sarcastically, staring at your tired face.

"Felix Lee Yongbok, I blame you for this " Yeji glared at the boy.

"Can you really blame me? I thought they would confess or something. Not this." he shook his head.

"Yeah, well now they have a freaking duet to do."

"The duet isn't until the last day. They'll have time to figure it out."

Yeah, you didn't figure it out. Avoiding each other during the day, only focusing on the dance during the group number, avoiding his gaze as he did the trio number, not speaking to each other when everyone went out to eat to celebrate at dinner... It was an interesting first two days, let's say.

By the end of the second day, you both have managed perfectly fine with not talking with one another. However, this situation seemed to weigh on one person in particular.

"Y/N, we need to talk!" he exclaimed as he bursted into your room without any warning, making you jump.

"Jisung, what the fuck? How did you get in?"

"I asked Yeji for your other room key. Now, listen to me." he said sternly, approaching you. "Fix things with Minho, already. I'm glad him and I get along now, but all I've heard about for the last 48 hours was him complaining about you. Go fix your man."

With that being said, he simply left without letting you answer. You found yourself dumbfounded by his sudden outburst, too stunned to react. Not even two minutes after, Yeji walked in, her room key in her hand.

"Jisung needs to stop stealing our stuff, it has become a real issue." she rolled her eyes before plunging onto her bed.

Even with Jisung's request, you still haven't talked with Minho about what happened. As you expected, the duet was announcing itself to be a disaster. Already dressed and backstage, you exchanged looks with the man himself as he stood at the same spot opposite to you. Even though he was in the dark, you could see his features clearly. Ethereal, you though. You have rarely seen him in this kind of attire; a loose shirt with black pants and makeup that hid the tiredness of his eyes. His hair was neatly styled which gave it some fluff. You never thought you could find him more attractive than he already was. Behind his good looks, you still saw the hint of sadness and nervousness in his eyes.

The signal for you to come on stage was heard and you positioned yourself in the middle of the stage, Minho doing the same. As he place himself behind you, you turned around to say something, but he stopped you right away.

"Focus." he whispered. "We'll talk later. Good luck."

You nodded at his words and on cue, the smooth ballad you grew familiar with started to play. The beginning of the dance was slow, graceful. Minho had amazing bodg control as he moved smoothly next to you. As rehearsed, he grabbed your hand before making you spin and stepped back to observe you. When the beat started to turn slowly into the sensual style, the dance shifted from an innocent and soft one to a powerful and intense performance, filled with passion. Minho's moves were precised and his facial expressions couldn't be better. He had so much charisma, you melted only with a small glance at him.

Not losing your focus, you kept going, until it was the moment Minho was supposed to lift you. Strangely, he still hadn't managed to do it properly, and it worried you even more because of what happened at the party. Growing more anxious, you allow yourself to look at him in search of reassurance. It was no surprise for you when you found his eyes staring right back at you, still the passionate facial expression plastered on his face. With a small nod, he took you by the waist and lifted you at the right angle, maintaining the pose for a bit before dropping you, only for you to land back in his arms. He held you in his embrace, his face close to yours, just as planned. Only this time, it ended with what you have been wanting to do for months. He closed the proximity between the two of you and finished off the duet with a kiss. Taken aback, it took you a second to process what he was doing before you allowed yourself to melt into the kiss.

At this moment, it was as if you didn't need to speak about what happened anymore. You both knew that you wanted each other other, that was all. The cheers from the crowd snapped you out of your trance and you pulled away before bowing at the crowd. Minho held onto your hand tightly and smiled at your glowing face. When you arrived backstage, he didn't lose another second before he kissed you once more.

"Okay, okay! That's enough, lovebirds." Chan said, tapping on your backs.

You separated yourself from Minho and rolled your eyes at Chan. Minho pulled you back into his embrace again and hugged you tightly.

"I think you guessed it by now, but I like you a lot." he said softly.

"And I think you guessed as well, but I like you too." you laughed. "I'm sorry for the party."

"No, I was the one who was being weird about it. I'm sorry."

You hugged him tighter and pecked him lips quickly. You stared at his eyes more attentively this time and his ears turned red as you admired him.

"How does a date sound when we get back home?" he asked.

"Sounds good to me."

"Good."

He leaned in for another kiss but you stopped him.

"Wait." you said and he gave you a confused look. "So am I a horrible kisser?"

He looked up for a bit to think, and then spoke. "Hmm... I might need to test it out more than once to make an accurate evaluation."

You scoffed at his answer. "So you evaluate my kissing as well as my dancing now?"

"You got it." he answered with a smile and went for another kiss, much to Chan's disgust.

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[sirhyst]

OlderBrother!Kunikida x sibling!gn!reader headcanons

Note: as always, these are in no particular order. I’m writing this assuming that you guys aren’t blood related. Also if you are way younger than Kunikida, let’s assume that he taught you at one point to make this more fun

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Since Kunikida is close with Fukuzawa-san, naturally he’s well familiar with you, yosano and Ranpo, but especially you since he taught you.

He either goes into teacher mode or older brother mode with you

(↓ ↓ ↓ Ok this part I accidentally had in the School AU post so if it looks familiar no it doesn’t, you saw nothing)

If you need to go to the store urgently for a school project, you typically ask him because he can get you to a store within minutes (please revoke his driving license, as to how he’s never been pulled over is a mystery).

Although he’s willing to drive you there, he will reprimand you from the house to the store, pay for your items, and continue to yell at you on your way home.

On the topic of paying for things, grocery shopping with him is fun.

Obviously he has a list of items that he needs, but when you sneak something into the cart, he’ll say that he refuses to buy it, only to pay for it.

He’s still glad to help you though so don’t take him too seriously.

He’s known you since you were younger so even if your age gap isn’t that large you will always be ‘that small child’.

When you two get into an argument, Fukuzawa-san literally sits there, while doing and saying nothing. (He doesn’t show it but it’s the most entertainment he’s probably gotten all day).

You’re arguments don’t always make any sense

If you’ve managed to outwit Kunikida and he knows it, he walks off while muttering ‘no respect’ but still hides a smile because you were one step ahead of him.

If you have a large age gap, some times he has to remind himself how stupid he looks arguing with a child.

It’s funny because when you genuinely upset him, he gets quiet, but when the argument is over something trivial, he’s a megaphone.

As I mentioned in my School AU post, Kunikida swears.

Once you’re a bit older, he swears in front of you more, and at you, but never to make you upset

Speaking of you being upset, Kunikida comforts you in the best way he can

He understands if you just want to unload and rant, and sometimes he has to bite his tongue when he’s about to add his two cents

That being said, if you want his guidance he’ll gladly help you, and even tries not to sound so harsh without sugarcoating the situation.

If he’s upset you, sometimes he doesn’t realise until you show signs of being hurt by something he said

But even though he messed up he’ll try to make it better

He can be rigid and strict at times, but sometimes he’ll wake up on a Sunday morning to get breakfast at a cafe or somewhere quiet.

“Get up idiot, we’re getting breakfast”

“I don’t have money”

“I didn’t ask,”

(this is his way of saying he’s paying)

If you start to copy the things Kunikida says without realising it, Dazai will 100% point out and Kida’s face gets violently red.

Acts like it’s not big deal, but finds it endearing that his antics are rubbing of on his little sibling, especially since you have a dedicated time in your schedule specifically for making fun of him

If your personality is similar to his, everyone calls you ‘mini kunikida’

Even though you aren’t actually related, you two make similar facial expressions

If your relationship isn’t entirely ‘speedrun giving kunikida a stroke%’ then that works perfectly for him

Regardless of your sibling dynamic, he values the moments where you two just enjoy each others company without talking

Maybe m some conversation but, no yelling, just being quiet.

If he’s upset about something, he has a hard time venting. But he’ll bring it up in casual conversation. You two have known each other long enough for you to understand that he’s trying to vent though.

Don’t take his harshness as him not caring about you

If you get severally injured, he won’t leave your side until you are 100% healed.

In the school AU, if he’s teaching, he’ll let you sit in his class as long as you keep quiet. If he teaches you, he tries to ignore your mocking remarks at him but his ‘I’m your teacher right now’ act wavers every once in awhile.

“Kida-kunnnn tell me about your schedule, that’ll surely help me sleep,”

“*angry kunikida noises*”

Anyways in normal BSD universe

Kunikida will never admit it, but he likes hearing you ramble about your interests, he’s glad to know you’re doing well

If you’re working on something at the ADA, he’ll quietly drop food on your desk

You had been working really hard at office. There was a build up of paperwork on your desk, and it was starting to get out of control. You hadn’t realised how long you had been speeding through each document until a bag with a styrofoam container landed in front of you.

You looked up to see Kunikida with his usual scowl on his face. Before you could say anything, he began walking away.

“Aww Kunikida-kun,” you yelled after him, he cringed because it sounded similar to how Dazai called him. You garnered the attention of everyone in the office, from your outburst.

“Thank you brother, you shouldn’t have,” he sneered at your fake innocent voice but his face softened at you calling him your brother.

He helps you train in self defence. Even if your ability is helpful in combat, he still wants you to be able to protect yourself as if you didn’t have one

He’ll always try and protect you if he can in a battle

He never expects you to protect him, so when you do, safe to say he is flabbergasted even though he’s literally your brother

He does reprimand you later for putting your life on the line, but is grateful that you jumped in to help him

He doesn’t have any nicknames for you (I don’t think ‘little shit’ counts as a nickname), but he drops the honourifics when he talks to you

If you’re shy, he’ll do most of the talking in public settings for you

He understands that you’re going to act differently in front of strangers, but rolls his eyes when people assume that you’re always this quiet not knowing that a few minutes prior you were acting like a little gremlin.

He’s patient with you, even when you annoy him

Sometimes he snaps (because it’s still Kunikida we’re talking about) but he’ll try and ask for forgiveness without actually saying anything (like using gestures instead, he still says sorry though)

If you upset him, it’s probably difficult to win him over again

But you are his sibling so it’s a lot harder for him to stay mad at you, depending on what you did (obviously if it’s more severe that’s a completely different story)

If you live in your own apartment, he treats it the way he treats Katai’s home.

Meaning he will kick down your door and randomly start cleaning if it’s messy

If you get into a relationship with someone, he honestly won’t care. As long a your happy, and your partner is treating you well, he stays out of it.

He gages his reaction based off how you’re reacting in certain scenarios

For example, if your uncomfortable with how someone is speaking to you, then he steps in

He’s not a hugger, but he’ll make exception for you.

The first time he accidentally said “this is my sibling/brother/sister” he immediately realised what he’s said and turns 50 shades of red.

If you get embarrassed easily, you probably react the same way

If you live to bother him, then do t let him forget it

Regardless, he’s glad you see him as an older brother

Everyone always pokes fun at him because it’s so blatantly obvious he has a soft spot for you even when he’s reprimanding you.

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I love this scene so much “two senior colleagues shaming the Agency’s good name”

[ramonag-if]

Hey there! Loved the new chapter(as usual) - got me feeling all kinds of emotions that I will not be recovering from anytime soon. 😭 I just wanted to write something cause I really love your writing and story and I’ve been following this WIP since it was posted(sorry if it’s long, I just really love these kinds of things).

While I’m not really angry with our mom, I don’t think my MC is gonna want to have anything to do with her cause seriously??? You leave your child with their emotionally closed off father who never expected to care for a child and was a part of a group that killed many of your people simply for their heritage? I understand you were trying to escape and now you’re a super important person leading a rebellion but you couldn’t even check in to see if your ex and child were still alive by like sending a spy disguised as a merchant or something? Having to be asked about Ahlf by her was painful(in like the best ways but I was also kind of offended for him). It doesn’t help that my MC has also been feeling like she won’t be accepted by the Ishari people because she wasn’t raised there and whatnot so seeing that her mom just had a whole other family with a daughter who *is* Ishari. Part of me wasn’t surprised we had a half-sibling but that didn’t stop the disappointment, feeling of betrayal and even some resentment - like wow you are a fantastic writer, thank you so much for blessing us with your art. 🥰

I have to ask though, what would our dad think about Salyra having this whole other family after everything that’s happened? While I’m not entirely sure how the two feel about each other, I can imagine he’d be upset for the MC. Like how they were just left to be taken care by him when he couldn’t be that parent they needed and how her absence and unknown status clearly affected them - not to mention the fact that Salyra thought they’d be safer in a small village of a country that was rather open about their problems with Ishari. She’s right that we don’t know what happened and how it went down but I mean did she ever really expect to see us again? Was she trying or did she just decide that there was no point?(spoilers most likely so ignore that I’m just really invested). I can’t help but wonder what our recently discovered family would think? I felt my MC’s fear when hearing about our half sibling that they would honesty prefer Rana to MC because now they would have a ‘real’ Ishari daughter of Salyra to bond with. Also, my first thought to Rana maybe developing a little crush on Irus was, “Nah, you already took my mom, you ain’t taking my Prince.” I know she’s like 10, and my MC is planning on being a good older sister but we gotta draw the line at Irus. He’s my MC’s emotional support Prince. 😅

Regardless, it isn’t looking all that great for Salyra and my MC will be keeping her at arms length unless she needs to gain favor in order to get the alliance or more help in some way(Literally would do anything for Irus, completely in love with him). I am so looking for to the drama though, you write it so well. 👀

Thank you so much for playing and I'm so happy you enjoyed the update 💖😊 And thank you so much for your continued support, it really means so much to me!

It is really a complicated thing with Salyra and you are more than free to feel upset/betrayed/hurt by the way she's gone about protecting the MC. I do enjoy complicated family dynamics, it's something that I've always tended to write about in my stories since I feel like it's not always showcased as much as romantic angst. Thank you for enjoying the angst, I do have a blast writing it 😆

You will get a chance to learn about Ahlf's feelings about Salyra - there's a lot that happened that the MC was unaware about between their parents and you'll also get to see the Vinian family react to Salyra in Part 3 😬😅

Don't worry, the Vinian family already love the MC and will accept the NC regardless of their heritage. Zikar's mother is from Vinia, so they're already quite open to other cultures.

Irus is never going to abandon the MC 😆 So rest assured, Rana's childhood crush will eventually fade away.

Salyra will help the MC regardless of their relationship because she sees it as her way if trying to make up for her absence, so feel free to be as upset and rude as you want 😋

[caeca-iustitia]

@phantasiiae from here

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“Aye,” came an affirmative, a wry smile twisting pale lips, “Pleased to meet you again, Miss Gainsborough…”

Morticia- Vincent- would shake her head now and sigh before looking away. The questions felt uncomfortable and it puzzled her as to why. Maybe it was pity for this poor girl who had not asked to be thrown into these endless cycles and chewed like the toy of an overly excited dog.

As the poor girl trembled and shook, she shifted close enough to gently lay a small yet surprisingly warm hand on the other's knee. Something akin to the affection one's older sibling may provide when life is going poorly. 

Present but not overwhelming.

A reminder that she is no longer alone.

“The me of this iteration does not yet know of the cycles and will not for some time,” Morticia reveals softly, “They will be… aggressive and hostile at first in a way that may cause you all harm. If what I have seen is true then you may need to beat some sense into me… literally.”

A small hint that there lay a battle ahead that could hurt someone quite seriously.

While Morticia may be unable to prevent it from happening entirely, since the Planet was who dictated where she appeared and did not, she could at least forewarn someone who could see her. That battle would not be an easy one and she would rather be punished later for revealing something she should not than leave them to wander merrily to their possible deaths at the claws of Galian and Chaos.

“I am simply a fraction of one that came before,” she says with a shake of her head now, retracting her hand slowly, “One that failed to repair what you now seek to. I cannot recall how many cycles it has been since my own… innumerable I would wager.”

She sighs and shakes her head again as if dislodging cobwebs from the recesses of her mind.

“You are a strong young lady, Aerith,” she says quietly, sending the other a soft smile, “Stronger than I for certain. You have endured much and will have to endure more still. This cycle of seemingly unending torment will reach its finale one day but that day is not yet upon us.”

She hums and tilts her head back, staring at the white ceiling of the cell with contempt.

“My presence here is no mistake,” came her quiet voice, her gaze fixed on the ceiling, “I demanded to be sent here in place of another version of you. I thought the memories of that past life may be too much after being brought back to this place. Besides, that version of you is busy right now. Busy trying to appeal to what shards remain of Sephiroth within that body that is not his own. It is not a fight, not yet, but a negotiation or plea. She is unaware that nothing remains of that child in there… his true self lies far beyond where she can reach… he is safe there, at least.”

Morticia chuckles humourlessly.

“So you must bear with my presence a while longer. I am unsure how long, exactly, but it may be a bit longer than you or I wish,” she says, looking back at Aerith, “How are you holding up? I know that these seemingly unending cycles can be incredibly mentally taxing…”

[magistralucis]

Hello ma'am! Good day to you first of all I just wanted to say Viridian made my blubber like a 5 years old who got a puppy or kitten as a birthday gift it was so so so! Sweet and heartwarming! I am literally holding my breath until next chapter I am so excited!!

I want to write an entire assay but I am very pressed for time so I wanted to ask about something that really stick out to me; we'll we ever see a reunion between Orikan and his family? I know he made himself a promise as a boy (I imagine his father's behavior is the reason he talks about being disgraced like in the Unravel so I think the old bastard just as cruel here as he was there) but maybe IF we see the wedding or perhaps a gift from Trazyn? In Unravel he never got to chance to hug his mom or siblings ever again and since you are giving him the tenderness and happiness he deserves (they all deserve!)... a happy family reunion until tumors or old age takes her? If you ever considered of course!

Whenever you update its a good good day! ❤️ thank you for this story!

Ahh thank you so much for your message! I'm super happy to hear you're enjoying Viridian so far 😍🥰💖 The next chapter is well underway (actually the first part I started writing so lmao), so hopefully you will be regaled with more soon.

That's an interesting question about Orikan's family. I'll put the reply proper under a cut because it's technically spoilers, though not a heavy one. After all, you did ask and I'm willing to tell! 😁

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Trazyn brings up the issue himself. The pair are close enough in Viridian that Trazyn is aware of the extent of Orikan's sacrifice, and he's 100% up to date on where they live/what they do/how long it's been since Orikan last saw them. I think he, and the Nihilakh Dynasty as a whole, takes kinship ties very seriously: the Nihilakh are isolationist and traditionalist, and if they are not willing to accept other dynasties, their society would have to rely heavily on their own families and houses and the innumerable ties formed between them instead. When Trazyn proposed to Orikan (at least; one of many small proposals) he basically said he considers Orikan's kin as his own, leaving the conversation open at least for a reunion, if not bringing Orikan's family over to Solemnace altogether.

Viridian will end when their night comes to an end, so it's unlikely this reunion will be depicted. But I think Orikan would be open to it. Sadly, it's unlikely Orikan's mother would have survived to the time period of Viridian, but all or most of his siblings may well have. The question therefore is how Orikan will reconcile the years of silence with his siblings - a daunting prospect, but one Trazyn would definitely help him with!

So yeah. It is something they're seriously thinking about. The issue will be raised in Chapter 3, so I hope you'll stay and enjoy the story until then!! 💖

[sunflowerandstrawberryspice]

Zane: cause y'all really seem to like him!

Okay so as you all can probably guess Zane is pretty much my favorite character and I don't see this man getting enough love so how would you like some of my head cannons and such (reminder I've only watched through season nine + one episode of season ten)

-He's a really smart idiot like he can do extended algebra in his head, recite the entire history of Ninjago and analyze any problem with ease, but at the same time he'll forget not everyone can just do a google translate in their head and he'll casually say things like "Salt sugar same difference "

-He built in the appearance changer thing cause people (especially kids) were afraid of his really robotic look

-To go along with the last hc he only really shows what he really looks like in front of people he's really comfortable with

-He's either a really good or really bad flirt, it differs from day to day like one day he'll be like "Dang and I thought fire was hot" and the next he'll be like "You have very colorful eyes"

-He and Pixel have more of a sibling dynamic than anything else, people thought they were dating but they're both just like "Ew no that's my emotional support borhter/sister" (cause honestly in the show the last relativly romantic thing they did was in season three with the whole "comptable secen" and after that they're just kinda been buddies, like literally all hugs and fits bumps, it's honestly really sweet)

-He and Pixel dare each other on pretty much a daily basis to eat things that they really shouldn't, this ranges from small pieces of paper to literal glass, they do it purely to scare everyone else (I just learned it's Pixal btw, but I'm honestly not changing it I'm in too deep now)

-Zane often has trouble verbally displaying his emotions even when he has strong feelings about things, so most times it results in him doing something to show it whether it be stomping off, giving the silent treatment or just generally trying to display his emotions in other ways (the other ninja and co are pretty good at getting the signs)

-He has to be really cautious when freezing people because surprise surprise if you entrap someone in a full block of ice they WILL suffocate and die

-His power makes it so he can freeze or unfreeze most things so he could potentially freeze the water in someone's body, kinda like a water bender in avatar (cause honestly I feel like it would be more likely he had powers over temperatures since ice isn't really an element, but over time maybe people forgot what the power actually was, idk yo)

-He's probably stronger than your average person due to being a robot , not as strong as someone with super strength like Cole but still impressively strong

-He likes animated movies, and he's irritated by the notion they're only for kids

-He likes rock and metal music, in fact him and Cole share a lot of music taste and no one really understands how Zane likes that kind of music but they're not inclined to question it

-Lloyd has called him mom/dad on multiple occasions, he's honnored

-He never came out to anyone cause for him he just kinda existed and didn't really think much of it (for reference I'm a fan of the pan/trans hc's that I've seen around)

-He's the tallest member of the group and he's no allowed to join when they compare heights cause he towers over everyone with Nya being the closest

Zane's a plant mom, simple as that

-He has the coolest socks ever, like patterns colors you name it

-Ever since season 4 he's been terrified of loosing his memory cause it happened when he forgot his father than again in season 4 and so now he's terrified of loosing his memories again, in fact getting hit in the head or back (where his switch panel is if I'm remembering correctly) is something that stresses him out a whole bunch.

-Zane is literally the worst car driver ever, like seriously there's a reason he's always got a mech or the ship or literally anything other than a car

-He doesn't get hot or cold so it'll be the middle of the winter and he'll be wearing shorts

-Zane couldn't dance but Cole most definitely taught him

-He and Cole go on dates to museums cause Zane's a nerd and Cole's really nostalgic for it

In conclusion I think robot man deserves more love and affection and I have more head cannons for more of the characters cause this silly little ninja show has indeed become my hyper fixation.

[stuffgoeswrong]

Heyy, for the ship game - soukoku and ranpoe?

Thanks for asking!

Soukoku

Don't ship it

Why don't you ship it?

I am like, constantly at war with myself on this ship to be honest. I was really on board with it when I first started BSD, and then I really liked Oda so I was like, hmmm, Dazai has two hands man. But that gradually fell away, and now maybe for a week one month I'll be really into it (mainly cause one artist or writer really just gets the dynamic right and piques my interest), but then most of the time I'm like, eh, so I went with this category. I agree with others who believe the fandom has really dumbed down the complexities of Dazai and Chuuya's characters for the sake of the ship and amped up the stereotypes. My biggest issue with Soukoku is the Chuuya feminization problem and how overly sexual their relationship is always portrayed. I once saw a post that said something about how Chuuya in canon embraces his masculinity and loves being a guy, and I hate when people take that away from him. For Dazai's part, I also don't love how he's always the one in control and who has a plan, etc. Just, a lot of reasons.

2. What would have made you like it?

If it wasn't the most popular ship and the fans were more chill about them. If they were just more open to other ships with potential too. Soukoku is literally in the top 100 (I think 20-30?) ao3 ships according to ColeyDoesThings's 2022 summary video. I like Dazai and Chuuya and their partnership, but I've grown to prefer their dynamic as best friends who argue like siblings.

3. Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

I'm sure I could think of something, but I've spat out a lot of my brain capacity already tonight. I like it sometimes, just trust me😅.

Ranpoe

Ship it

What made you ship it?

Oh gladly! I mean, it's Ranpo and Poe, how do I not ship them? I love opposing dynamics like theirs a lot, like where there's one outgoing half of a ship and the other is more introverted and they can help each other grow socially because of their differences. That was a big appeal for me, and them having some history aside from the main story leaves room for interpreted events which is always fun imo! Of course, the fact that they're in opposite organizations but it really does not matter to either of them past their second meeting is so funny and wholesome. Poe just continued to show up at the ADA and he and Ranpo share mysteries and cases, leaving room for inspiring each other.

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

I like that it's wholesome and seems very natural I guess? I like that they have things in common and how it's actually healthy. I have stickers of them on my laptop actually! I've been trying to get through a 100k+ fic about Poe's life since summer and it's really good, so I'm glad there's balance in Ranpoe's relationship and appreciate how people can imagine them without each other too. And they're both so funny with each other?? Poe taking small competition things seriously that Ranpo doesn't, Ranpo being stunned at Poe's paycheck, I can't explain it, they just immediately become more enjoyable in each other's presence.

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Not really on the ship, but Ranpo's not one of my top favorites, so I don't talk about this ship or draw for it very often. It's kind of just there in my mind as fanon and I feel like my brain is not creative enough to wonder about them day to day to find the intriguing and fun bits. I did think Ranposano was better at one point, but that was a very very brief time.

[cloudwhisper23]

bestie do you have a favorite Mike angst headcanon that you've written (or just come up with but not yet incorporated into a fic)?

A favorite Mike angst headcanon? Hmm. I don't have a particular one that I always go to (besides the obvious mess that is how Mike reacts to Evan's bite).

Although, in my New Body AU, I've thought a lot about different ways to provide angst to Michael's character, like making sure he's thoroughly traumatized by every incident happening in Freddy's once Evan gets bit. A kid goes missing? Mike somehow makes it his fault. A security guard is murdered by the animatronics? Mike's fault.

The bite is quite a mess in this AU, actually. Mike was being constantly bullied into doing whatever these other kids wanted (not to mention the abuse he takes from his mother), and so when Fredbear bites down, Mike does everything in his power to get his brother out alive. He succeeds, but there's that lasting guilt as he sits in his hospital bed. His father is in and out, checking on him before going to sit with Evan, and Elizabeth seems almost excited that he nearly killed Evan. It doesn't sit well, and things get worse when he actually gets home.

This is the AU where Mike murders his mom, and since that happens within the same month as the actual bite, Mike really starts to believe that he's a monster. He nearly killed his brother, and he quite literally caused his mother to fall and die, so his belief is well-reasoned at this point. And his best friend is nowhere to be found (courtesy of the fact that she died three years prior and is currently being rebuilt by his father and Henry), so she can't comfort him.

Mike has nightmares about every member of his family dying from now on. He sees Evan's limp corpse on the floor of that show stage, unmoving no matter how hard Mike cries. He sees the broken body of his father on the kitchen floor, having fallen because Mike forgot to clean up some kind of mess. He sees Elizabeth, dead at the bottom of the first floor stairs because he'd jokingly pushed her, and she was too small to catch herself (Mike is 8 years older than Elizabeth in this AU).

When the children start going missing, Mike sees their corpses in his mind too. He gets this idea that he should've prevented it, believing that everything was his fault. When the security guards start dying, Mike assumes they're taking the job too seriously, and they're going after the kidnapper, but something gets in the way. Mike irrationally believes that everything is his fault.

When Jeremy gets bit, it takes a big toll on him. Mike feels guilty for not being there, instead out celebrating Evan's 15th birthday. He suspects that someone tampered with the animatronics during that week he was gone, and he can't prove it. Scott gives him an employee to train, and he tells Mike to get over it. There was nothing he could've done. Mike doesn't believe that, so he carries on.

The location finally closes, and Mike spends most of his spare time at the hospital with Jeremy, guilty about the fact that the poor man lost an eye to Chica. He'll live, sure, but just like Evan, Mike can't let it go.

He contemplates dying constantly, and Evan's the only one who ever seems to get through to him. Evan's not mad about the bite. He knows it was an accident, and nothing would've happened (in his mind anyway. Oops, added Evan angst) if he had just trusted Mike to get him out again. Sure, it would've been terrifying, but Evan had deactivated the safety lever and gotten water into Fredbear's jaw, so really he blames himself for panicking.

Evan's nightmares have evolved during this time, and he can rarely sleep without someone else in the room anymore. Mike still feels guilty, and he's the one who stays with Evan during those nightmares. Their father has gone missing by this point, and Mike decides that the only things that matter now are his younger siblings.

When Freddy's reopens, Mike is livid. He still has a job with the company, and he works his night shifts the same way, except there's an added issue. Scott says the Classic animatronics are more sensitive than even the Toys had been, so Mike makes sure to get to work half an hour before his shift, to get Cassidy out of the building before midnight.

He ends up faking his death one night after the animatronics can't quite seem to kill him. Cassidy had been locked in there with him, and the animatronics got much more murderous for some odd reason (more on that when I write more of the actual excerpts). Mike vanishes with only a torn uniform and a massive pool of blood to indicate that he'd even gone to work that night.

He believes it's for the best that everyone thinks he's dead.

Now, this whole thing is getting really long (sorry about the long rambling about the New Body AU), so I'm just going to outright say it. One of Mike's worst nightmares comes true when he ends up trying to stop the murders at Freddy's. Permanently. Evan turns out to be the one member of his family that he did not kill, and it nearly destroys him.

To properly answer your question, I love to give Michael extreme guilt after Evan's bite. I don't always let Evan live (in fact I usually don't), but even in cases where it's not Mike's fault, he still blames himself. Michael always turns himself into that self-sacrificing guy who'd do anything for his remaining family and the missing kids. Until he realizes the true horrors of what his father does, that is. Maybe someday I'll explore the possibility of Mike specifically becoming a killer like his father, but who knows? The uneasy alliance with the missing kids to make sure nobody dies again (besides himself, of course), has so much angst potential, especially when I add Cassidy into the mix. She's my stand-in, since I always fail to write siblings that cannot forgive each other for anything.

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I hate it when my fandom is a small niche because no one will care about my rant ahead lol. I am a fan of The Red Tent (The show and the book by Anita Diamant) and I go on Tumblr to find content on it. Long story short I find lovely gifs of the show with Rebecca Ferguson, quotes of the book and such, but unfortunately no metas or fics or people gushing about the story and the characters, which was sadly to be expected. The only thing I find is someone complaining about how the show changed the ending to make it more hopeful, about forgiveness, etc. And I am like, bitch, the show is a whitewashing-of-middle-eastern-characters-mess, it was not as detailed as the book, it was too short and could have done more with the content, the actors are unbelievably and stupidly old for their ages (Especially Dinah in the first episode, Rebecca is beautiful but there is no way I can suspend my disbelief and pretend she is a lovesick teenager, why the hell didn't they use two actresses for her? The passage of time in the show was perfect for that), and so on, but you know what what good about it? (Other than the costumes and the settings of course)

It fixed the bookʼs crappy ending. There, I said it. I don't care how supposedly “deep” it is, or being told I just don't get it. It is just my truth and you are free to disagree.

You see, when I got to the end of the book I was met by a very depressing and dull experience where Dinah suddenly stopped loving all of her brothers, even Joseph, despite the fact they were breadfed together and each other's best friends growing up. I get her hatred and unforgiving attitude towards Simon and Levi and even the rest of the older brothers, but Joseph? Who had nothing to do with the massacre other than a comment he didn't seriously mean and was around her age when it happened? The author just wanted to shock the readers at this point.

What is more, in the show it could have been understandable for Dinah to be ambivalent towards Joseph, since he tried to get her son killed for almost assassinating him, but in the book it is actually Joseph who spares his life and sends him away instead without ANY coercion from Dinah. Dinah just continues to hate him in the book for no reason because he is part of her past and she wants to forget her past and his existence took her son away from her even though that was literally 100% the sonʼs fault for trying to kill a literal statesman out of revenge with WITNESSES around without learning the full story of what happened to his father, who was killed by Simon and Levi only and not all of Dinahʼs brothers lol

lmao It just makes Dinah come out as heartless and cruel, especially considering she gets some second hand account about how much Joseph supposedly suffered as a slave, which, because this takes creative liberties (Which I am 100% fine with btw), is an even greater amount of suffering than implied in the Bible (He is said to have been beaten and raped by his masters or the slave traders before getting to Potiphar in this book, which actually makes sense, him being a slave and this being ancient times and all, and Potiphar is also a creep). But nope, there is no talk of how both siblings have suffered, Joseph as a slave, and Dinah since the loss of her husband and forced separation from her child. They just become strangers, which is frustrating and unsatisfactory. No emotional reunion in the book as there is in the show (Which has a brilliant scene where they meet again that is very satisfying).

The book also has to make all the male characters heatless monsters incapable of remorse or idiots to make Dinah, her son, and her love interests shine (They literally make Joseph an illiterate fool to make Dinahʼs son shine as the “power or intellect behind the power” or whatever, like, this isn't even about uplifting women because this is Dinahʼs son, not Dinah herself, this is pretty much just about making Dinah the only competent or admirable child of Jacob, it is so blatant and annoying it reminds me of Disneyʼs Maleficent idea of telling a complex story and giving voice to voiceless characters, meaning flipping everything around and thinking that does the job) . The show doesn't do this and yet Dinah comes across as a very competent woman, a brilliant midwife, just as she is in he books. She is unquestionably the main character in the show and yet we also get glimpses of Joseph being a learned man, no character assassination needed. You don't have to pick on Joseph, who most imagine to have been learned and literate at some point in his life besides having the prophetic dreams (which makes SENSE even if it is not in the Bible, he was given a position of power for a reason), to make me admire Dinahʼs character.

The end of the show makes Dinah bond with her brother and gives you the impression they stay good friends even if she can't make herself to do the same with her other brothers. This, along with her relationship with Benia, is a huge triumph after so much suffering, a true happy ending, I can see the two of them playing with their children and having meals together. She forgives her father because Joseph forgave her son for trying to kill him, it is lovely, it is a lovely message, and her forgiving her father ties to the original message of the story, paralleling with Joseph forgiving his brothers. Forgiveness doesn't lower Dinah down or have to mean she thinks what her father did was right. It doesn't mean she has to spend time with the people who hurt her. It just means she lets go of the anger. Can this message be annoying for some people who are pressured by society to forgive their abusers? Yes, but in fiction it is better this way because unless the plot is about revenge, forgiveness gives the story closure and meaning, and because the book set the story up to a final encounter with her family, Dinah being as indifferent makes the ending anticlimactic.

In the book, Dinah returning to her homeland is almost there for no reason (I liked her meeting the new generation in her family and learning of the women and girls, granddaughters of her mothers, who are always forgotten, but other than that? Pointless). She doesn't speak to her father or brothers even to ask them why they did what they did or be angry (which was an alternative to the forgiveness arc if your truly hate it that much), she doesn't speak to Joseph either because “muh my past I hate muh past and he sent my son who tried to kill him away”. There is straight up NO REASON FOR HER TO BE THERE. I hate the ending so much it is unbelievable.

So no, random person who is probably among the few to feel strongly about this show/book. The show ending is awesome and way better than the book ending (imo, I have nothing against you random person). Thank you for coming to my niche fandom ted talk.