#except for one gif! one of these gifs was made yesterday

[oddishblossom]

Hirano Taiga from SASAKI TO MIYANO/HIRANO TO KAGIURA

8/1 Happy Birthday, Hirano 💙

[twice-my-age-simp]

A HICKEY WHERE?!

WandaMaximoffxFem!reader

Warnings: High School AU, fluff, smut, kissing, marking, angry Sokovian that wants to kill you, oral sex, bottom!wanda , top!reader, mention of using strap-on, I think that's it

Summary: Wanda's late to school after an eventful night and morning in your house while your parents are away. When Wanda was changing, her friends noticed something very interesting in a very interesting place.

Notes: Sorry for any mistakes. English is not my first language, and I don't know the US school system. Also, gif's not mine so big credits to the author.

Word count: 2.2k

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Wanda was a little late.

Okay, she was super late.

She missed two first periods, but she made it in time for the PE lesson. She ran into the locker room, finding her friends from class.

"Well, who has finally decided to come to school?"

Was the first comment when she entered the room. Natasha, Wanda's best friend, was standing with her arms crossed and a smug look on her face.

You see, they have known each other since kindergarten. They are basically sisters. Nat knows when her best friend is trying to hide something; she knows her better than Wanda herself. So it isn't surprising that when Wanda didn't show up for the first two periods, she instantly knew that it had to have something to do with her girlfriend.

And the comment resulted in a bunch of questions from her other classmates. Everyone was now curious, especially when Wanda normally isn't late. To anything.

"So, why are you late?" asked Carol as everything slightly calmed down.

"I was at Y/N's..." Wanda responded in a whisper, so the girls could barely hear.

That was it. Once again, the girls started commenting on one another. They were excited, to say the least. They wanted to know everything. Of course, they knew that Wanda was in a relationship, but she didn't talk much about it to them. She preferred to keep her love life to herself. Well, maybe Nat was an exception, especially at the beginning of Wanda's relationship. After hours of listening to her best friend rumble about her girlfriend, she teased her, saying that she was a simp.

"Can you stop? It was just a sleepover." said Wanda with a little blush on her cheeks after teasing she got from her friends.

"So that's why you are late? How much sleeping was really on this 'sleepover'?" teased Carol, looking for a reaction from her friend.

"It was just a sleepover, nothing more." answered Wanda, annoyed. She was already late to school, and she hates being late, but on top of that, she has to face the teasing from her friends. "We just lost track of time watching TV." she added. It was, of course, a lie, but she didn't want to say what truly happened yesterday.

"Okay, okay. If you say so.." it was Nat this time. Wanda just glared at her and went to change into her PE clothes.

For a moment, the teasing stopped, and everyone went to continue changing. However, when Wanda took off her jeans with the intention of putting on some shorts, Carol noticed something in a very interesting place.

"Wanda, is that a hickey-" Carol started, but was cut off by Wanda. "Yes, we might have made out. It isn't a big deal; couples do this all the time. Can we drop this topic?" She said, very tired of this.

Nat then looked Wanda's way and also noticed a not-day-to-day thing. Of course, she couldn't let this go and also had to add her two cents.

"No, of course, couples can make out. It's just... it isn't a common thing that they leave a hickey on your ass." She said, smirking while also trying to hold back her laugh.

Wanda immediately stopped what she was doing. "A HICKEY WHERE?!" she shouted. She couldn't believe you did that. Out of all the places you could do it, you chose her ass.

*Flashback this morning*

You were lying in your bed, Wanda next to you, still asleep. How can someone look so beautiful while sleeping? You looked over her features. Her gorgeous freckles, cute nose, kissable lips, little wrinkles on her forehead, her sweet, smooth skin you adored to nip, kiss, and bite on. She was lying on her side, facing you, wrapped in sheets with her arm outside. You could also see her bare collarbone. Both of you are still very naked from your last-night activities.

You can't help but wonder how lucky you are to have her in your life. She's sweet, kind, smart, beautiful, just perfect.

You bring your hand to her face to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Then you shift to caress her cheek lightly, not to wake her. You move slightly closer to her and plant a little kiss on her forehead, then cheek, other cheek, her nose, and finally, her lips.

When you lean back, her eyes flutter open. Only for a moment, because the light from the sun makes her close her green orbs. So, instead, she smiles a little and stretches her limbs with a soft groan.

"Good morning." she said, her voice filled with an accent. She slightly opens her eyes to look into yours. "Were you watching me sleep?"

"Good morning, sweetheart." you said back. You smirk at her question. "I wasn't watching you; I was..." you try to find words.

"You were what?" she asks amusedly, breaking eye contact. "It's clear. You were watching me sleep."

"No, I wasn't. I was just.. making sure you are still.. breathing.." you answered a little unsure. It was a lame excuse, but it was still an excuse.

"Oh, really?" she said with a smile. She loved your little talks in bed, whether it was while falling asleep or waking up together. It was your special bubble that nothing could beat.

"Really." you said, sticking to your mind. You think that if you talk long enough, she will believe it. Well, you knew that wasn't true, but who could blame you for having hope? "I care about you a lot. It's not weird that I want you to breathe all the time. It would be a pity if you had stopped breathing because who would give me their homework?"

Wanda laughed and hit your arm. "You're an ass."

"Maybe I am, but you love me." You said smiling and leaning to peck her lips. You pulled back a little, but you were still close enough that your noses were almost touching.

"That I do." Wanda said, stealing another kiss. What started as a little peck quickly turned into a long and passionate kiss, then hungry kisses and a full make-out while still lying next to each other sideways.

When your lungs were screaming for air, you moved your kisses to her cheek, then her jaw, and finally her neck, where you began to suck and nip on her skin.

Wanda moaned quietly. "Fuck, don't leave any marks." how you loved her sounds, you could never get tired. If you had closed your eyes, you could still hear her screaming your name when you were buring your strap inside her last night.

You moved your hand under the sheets, down towards her ass. You bit her neck, immediately smoothing it with your tongue while giving her a little squeeze on her butt. You hear her let out a loud moan, one hand flying to grip your hair, the other scratching your back.

You moved your bodies, so Wanda is lying on her back now. You started to kiss her collarbone, your hands caressed her whole body.

"What time is it?" Wanda asks breathlessly, hoping there is still some time before you both have to leave for school.

Stopping, you lean on your nightstand and pick up your phone. "It's four past nine." you said without a care.

At that, Wanda jumped out of bed and quickly started to look for her clothes, which should be lying somewhere on the floor. "Shit, we're late. Our first class started twenty minutes ago!" Wanda put on her bra and panties hastily, almost losing her balance.

Everyone knew that Wanda was a smart girl. On top of her classes, always gave her assignments on time, wanted to get into a good college and a real role model. So it's no surprise that, for her, being late for school was the end of the world. After you and Wanda got together, you helped her get loose, but that doesn't mean she dropped her grades. She was still her nerdy self, but you made her realize that sometimes it's good to give herself a break and have fun without caring about her responsibilities.

You slowly got out of bed and walked to your girlfriend, hugging her from behind and stopping her moves. "Honey, it's okay. We're late, but it's nothing bad. I know it's important to you, but in order to have a successful and full-of-learning day, you have to relax, get ready without hurting yourself, and eat breakfast." you said with a calming voice, kissing her shoulder sweetly.

"I know, but I really don't like being late. It makes me look like I don't care." Wanda signed, slowly relaxing in your arms. She closed her eyes, laid her head on your shoulder and took a deep breath.

"Teachers love you. I am positive that they will not think such." you said, leaving another kiss on her skin. "Now, let me help you relax and we will be in school in no time." you added, slowly moving your kisses down. You made a path from her shoulder to the other one, then down her back, getting on your knees behind her.

Wanda signed and kept her eyes closed, letting herself loose in the moment. You slid her panties down, which she then kicked aside. She feels your hands on her thighs that slide up to squeeze her butt and your kiss that soon turns into sucking.

After some time, you asked her to turn around so she was in front of you. You run your hands up and down her thighs, looking up into her green orbs. Clearly, Wanda was struggling to keep her eyes open when you kissed pussy. And clearly, she failed to do this when you licked a long stripe between her folds right to her clit, sucking a bit. That made Wanda moan and grip your hair, pulling you closer to her now-wet pussy. "Please, Y/N." she moaned, her grip tightening when she felt your tongue teasing her entrance. "Please, I want to.. I need to.." she kept pleading.

"You need what, my love?" you pulled back from her, smirking at her and groping her ass once again. "Tell me, what do you need?" you asked, staring at her.

"Please, I need to cum. I want your tongue, deep, deep inside me." she pleaded, trying to pull your head back to her pussy.

That was all you needed. You dove right in, pushing your tongue past her folds into her. Wanda threw her head back, moaning loudly.

It's good that your parents went on vacation and you were home alone. Otherwise, they would definitely hear your girlfriend.

You grabbed Wanda's left leg and threw it over your shoulder to get better access. Wanda could feel your tongue go deeper and deeper every second. She started grinding on your face, screaming your name repeatedly and moaning on top of her lungs that you think she's going to lose her voice.

What you did next was definitely not helping, as Wanda screamed even louder after you moved your hand to her pussy and started to circle her clit with your thumb. She could feel the unpleasant feeling in her stomach while you felt her clenching around your tongue.

"I'm gonna cum." she uttered between moans. That made you move your tongue faster, hitting her in all the right places. "Cum for me, Wanda." It was all Wanda needed. She tightened her grip on your hair and came with a silent scream leaving her body.

You work her through her orgasm. She was grinding on your face sloppily. After some time, she pushed your face away because of her oversensitivity. You got up and pecked her lips while holding her by her waist in case she didn't have the strength to stand. "Now that you are relaxed, it's time for a quick shower." you said, smiling at her.

"I can't feel my legs." she said with a lazy smile, wrapping her arms around your neck.

You chuckled at that and picked her up bridal style in order to get into the shower.

*End of the flashback*

Wanda quickly put on her PE pants while listening to her friends tease her. A really red and visible blush formed on her cheeks. Nobody knew if it was embarrassment or because she was so angry.

All they knew was that Wanda, after the lesson, hastily changed into her normal clothes and rushed out of the locker room without saying a word.

While they didn't know what she was going to do, surely you knew. Especially after you heard Wanda shouting your name angrily behind you. Especially after you saw her rushing towards you. So you, like the smart girlfriend you are, started to run for your life from the angry Sokovian. You, of course, knew about the mark you made, and you knew that she had PE lesson. It was obvious that someone was going to point it out.

You are sure that Wanda will be angry with you for a while, but she will forgive you eventually. For now, you have to run, praying that she will be too tired to do something to you by the time she catches you.

[thinkingaboutbetterdays]

the power of love. ( max thunderman x reader)

gif belongs to me

Strange things were happening in Hiddenville and Phoebe was determined to figure out what caused it. It all started at breakfast one Saturday morning when Max spent a little longer on his hair - something she didn't think was possible. On the weekends he usually slept in but her twin's sleeping habits were the least of her concerns as he left the house just after nine am with a backpack that he had kept over his shoulder after he made himself toast instead of stealing it from someone else's plate.

When he returned in time for dinner, his mood only seemed to have improved. Everyone was stunned when he took plates from their mother, saying, "Let me help with that," and for a brief moment, Phoebe wondered if her twin was replaced with an alien.

A short while after dinner, as he did a few nights a week, Hank continued their training sessions and Phoebe noticed how much attention he was paying to their father, for once not making jokes, just standing with his arms crossed, appearing to be listening intently.

The next day Max stayed in his lair, only coming out for food which he took down to his bedroom. Phoebe began to speculate about where he went yesterday and why he hadn't come out of his room most of the day. When their mother called them for dinner, Max left his lair and Phoebe snuck inside, looking around at the dimly lit bedroom/lair for any clues as to what Max was doing - suspecting he was building a new device.

"There has to be something in here somewhere." She muttered.

"Talking to yourself again?" Dr. Colosso spoke up from his cage.

Ignoring the former supervillain, now rabbit, as she walked to one of the desks, noticing how tidy it was. She looked around the bedroom and realized it had been tidied - impressive considering she had never seen Max clean anything.

"He's definitely up to something." She sighed when her mother called her name and headed upstairs, joining the family at the dining table.

If Max felt her suspicious stare, he showed no signs, talking to Chloe who asked him where he went yesterday.

"The park?" Phoebe echoed in disbelief. "You went to the park?"

Max shrugged.

"You spent all day at the park?"

"Yeah, he just said that. Try to keep up." Billy told her.

When Max finished his dinner he stunned the table into silence as he complimented his mother's cooking and noticed the stares he received when he carried his plate to the sink. "What?"

"Is he possessed?" Nora whispered to her father who was equally perplexed.

"What? I've put a plate in the sink before."

Everyone shook their heads except Phoebe who was more certain that he was up to something. Max took the slide down to his bedroom and while her father was distracted by the television and Nora and Billy were upstairs, Chloe sitting in the kitchen with their mother as she washed the dishes, Phoebe snuck into the lair which was in darkness. She flicked on a light and quickly noticed her brother was nowhere to be found. She climbed onto the rock when she saw the window was open slightly, allowing him to come and go as he pleased.

"Max!" She grumbled, growing more certain that he was up to something.

On Monday morning she woke up early, preparing to confront her twin about what he was doing on their way to school, but he was already gone. Phoebe hadn't expected to see him at school, believing he was ditching for the day, but Max was standing with his friends, typing on his phone. The curve of his lips made her uneasy. He was up to no good. She could feel it.

The opportunity to confront him didn't come until later that night when they finished their training session with their father and she followed her twin into the kitchen, crossing her arms as he took a sip of water.

"What?"

"I will figure it out." She warned.

"Okay…figure out what exactly?" Max asked.

"Whatever you're up to. I can feel it, you're sneaking out of the house and I will find out where you go, Max."

Max chuckled, "Wow, you are really paranoid."

"Ah-ha! So you are up to something!" She pointed at him, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know what you think I've done or what I'm doing but I am completely innocent." He said, holding his head higher. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have totally innocent things to do in my room."

He sipped his water as he walked down the stairs into his bedroom and Phoebe realized that it was the first time she could recall him ever calling his lair a bedroom - used to him arguing that it was a villain's lair where he was set on becoming a supervillain.

She opened the hatch quietly, hearing his voice carry up the slide as he spoke to someone.

"It's not that I don't want to see you - I do! My sister is getting suspicious and I'll lay low for a while until she forgets about it." He paused as the person on the other end of the phone spoke, answering when they were done. "Tomorrow? Sure!"

Phoebe frowned as she closed the hatch. "What are you planning, Max?" She whispered.

The next morning Phoebe did not want to risk Max sneaking off again and woke up early, racing after him when he left for school early and kept a safe distance, hiding behind trees or newspaper stands when he glanced over his shoulder.

He was definitely up to something, given how cautious he was.

Phoebe followed her twin to the high school which was almost deserted at this time aside from one or two teachers. She followed him inside and hid while Max looked around, and Phoebe hid behind a vending machine as his phone chimed.

A smile formed on his lips and he looked at the stairs, beginning to climb them two at a time when a girl appeared around the corner. Max's smile softened as he stood two steps below her, matching her height.

"Hey,"

"Sorry for all the smoke and mirrors." You placed a hand on his shoulder and Max shook his head.

"I understand. Really, I do. You have no idea."

You smiled softly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your head in his shoulder as his arms embraced your waist, lifting you briefly. You placed a hand on his cheek as your feet touched the ground, and Phoebe was stunned when you kissed her brother.

Was this his plan? Some kind of love potion?

Your bracelet beeped and you sighed as you pulled away, sending Max an apologetic smile. "Sorry. Duty calls."

"I'll see you later?" He asked hopefully.

You nodded, "I think I'm getting the hang of using a cell phone." You stepped forward to kiss him passionately one last time before running up to the second floor, while Max sighed, hooking his thumbs in the straps of his backpack.

Phoebe stepped out as he turned and his eyes widened when he saw his sister, her expression telling him all he needed to know.

"What are you doing here?"

"I followed you, Max." She explained. "I knew you were up to something. Who is she? A daughter of a supervillain?"

Max shook his head, descending the staircase, "No, and I can't tell you. Just leave it alone, Phoebe. It's better that way."

He walked away and she shook her head as she turned to watch him go. The lights began to flicker, the ground trembling for a few seconds, and she missed the smirk on her twin's lips as he headed to his locker. Phoebe decided to chase after you and demand to know what you were doing with her brother. But all the doors were locked - except one.

She climbed the short staircase to the rooftop and her eyebrows furrowed when she saw no one was there. Deciding to use the extra time before class to check her essay for the fifth time, Phoebe headed to the library, writing in her notebook about the encounter in the hallway.

Max hadn't said your name so she simply documented you as 'the girl from the stairs'. What she couldn't figure out is, was Max tempting you to the dark side or were you pulling him further away from his superhero family and taking him one step closer to his dreams of becoming a supervillain?

That night she waited for Max to sneak out of his window to meet you but he never did. She wondered what happened to change their plans and if he told you that she knew.

The next day passed by uneventfully. Max didn't leave early for school and Phoebe began to question if the plans you had made were called off when she saw Max leaving his lair and raced after him. Tonight she would get to the bottom of it. She was sure of it.

Phoebe was confused as to where her twin was going until he entered the park and realized he had circled around several times in case she was following.

"It's going to take more than that, Max." She muttered as she kept a certain amount of distance between them.

Max approached a statue and you crept up behind him with a smile when his back was turned, and Phoebe was not surprised by your ability to fly, creating enough height to cover his eyes with your hands.

"Guess who?"

"Uh, Wonder Woman?"

You laughed as you removed your hands. "Very funny."

Max turned as you landed on the ground and you smiled when he placed a hand on your cheek, his eyebrows furrowing when he saw the healing bruise on your head.

"What happened?"

"He caught me by surprise. It won't happen again. Although he finally discovered which metal slows my advanced healing ability, it still heals faster than non-superheroes like you." You turned your head to kiss his palm before meeting his concerned gaze. You heard the sound of stones crunching and moved away, looking around alertly. "Someone is here."

Max looked around the park and knew if it was your archnemesis he would have attacked by now, and quickly deduced whose footsteps you heard.

"Phoebe." He grumbled.

You raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend, "Who is Phoebe?"

"My twin sister," Max called for her to reveal herself and you looked between the twins warily. "I told you not to follow me!"

"I had to stop you from joining them." Phoebe held her ground and you glanced at Max.

"What did you tell her?"

"Nothing!" He turned to his sister, "Phoebe, get out of here!"

Your back straightened when your archnemesis appeared behind Phoebe and you pushed her aside, taking the brunt of his heat blast. "Look out!"

You recovered quickly, performing several back handsprings and turning your body slightly, fists clenched as your civilian clothes changed into your superhero outfit.

"Max, take your sister and get her to safety."

Phoebe shook her head, "No, we can -" Max covered her mouth as he pulled her behind the statue as you faced off against the supervillain. "Okay, what is going on?"

Max revealed your superhero name and explained to a stunned Phoebe that you met in Metroburg when he had ditched school to spend the day there and used your shield to protect him from a supervillain's power. You assumed he was a non-superhero and Max was too stunned at the time to correct you, leading him to continue the charade that he had no powers throughout your relationship.

The twins felt the ground shake when you took off into the air and weakened the supervillain with your powers until he lassoed you, the electric shocks causing you to fall to the grass.

"We have to do something!" Phoebe exclaimed.

"I know! I know! Just stay here!"

Max stepped out from behind the statue with the knowledge you could end your relationship for what he was about to do. He believed you enjoyed dating a non-super, someone who could teach you how to use a cell phone or go to the movies with you, teaching you how to blend into a crowd. Max used his knowledge of Hiddenville to give you an escape, even if it was only for a few hours.

"Hey, what's up big guy?" You looked at your boyfriend as you flinched from the shockwaves pulsing through your body.

"Max, run!"

He sent your archnemeses back a few feet using a telekinetic blast and released the lasso around you with his telekinesis. You moved to stand beside him, his twin flanking his other side.

"You have powers?"

"I'm the son of Thunderman." He explained.

Your eyes widened at the revelation, but your attention was drawn to the supervillain getting to his feet.

"You ever fought a supervillain before?" You asked.

"We did help capture Dark Mayhem," Phoebe answered.

You glanced at the twins, your gaze lingering on Max, releasing a shaky breath as you nodded, accepting their help. "Fine."

"This is so awesome!" Max grinned. You swatted his arm and he cleared his throat. "Right, sorry."

You put up a forcefield around the three of you when your archnemeses blasted flames towards you. When he pulled back to try again Max and Phoebe froze his hands and you flew towards him, kicking his chest, knocking him to the ground. You felt a hand pull you back and rolled over Max's back, shielding him as he used his telekinesis to hit the supervillain with a dumpster.

You relaxed your stance when the supervillain was pinned to the ground with the weight of the dumpster and while Phoebe remarked about how easy that was, you put up your forcefield to block the fire spreading from his hands, melting the ice and propelling him into the air.

"Coward!" Phoebe called.

Max had heard enough about your archnemesis to know that he did not want his sister to anger the injured supervillain enough that he came back. He froze her with his freeze breath and you tapped your necklace, your civilian clothes returning - an invention Max had created to grant you less time to worry about a wardrobe change.

"So…" You began, "son of Thunderman…yeah, you kept that quiet." You crossed your arms and looked at Phoebe who was beginning to thaw herself out before meeting his guilty gaze. "Why did you lie, Max?"

"You wanted to forget you were a superhero, and I liked that you didn't know I am the son of Thunderman." He sighed, "I would've told you, you know…eventually. But I just wanted you to know me for me, not my family."

You shook your head, opening your mouth to speak when Phoebe broke free and glared at her twin. You glanced between the two siblings, taking a step back. "Thanks, for all the help tonight." You sent them a small smile.

"Wait -" Max stepped forward and sighed when the ground rumbled as you shot into the sky. Phoebe frowned when she saw him close his eyes in quiet resignation.

The next day he spent his time at school before hiding away in his lair until it was time for another training session with their father. When it was over, Max leaned against the kitchen counter, checking his cell phone, his mood worsening when he saw he had no new messages.

As she observed her brother head to his lair, sulking as he took the stairs, Phoebe discovered the catalyst leading to his strange behavior. Falling for another superhero - a highly respected one despite your young age. She understood why he was changing his habits, and paying more attention to their father during training. She knew she was to blame for it falling apart, although she knew you would have found out about Max's powers on your own eventually, and decided to fix it.

Max was listening to music as he worked on his latest invention when he saw you at his window. He was surprised to see you and hastily climbed onto the rock, opening the window to let you in.

"Hey," You greeted with a timid smile.

"Hey," His eyebrows furrowed as he took in your civilian clothes. "what are you doing here?"

You raised an eyebrow at him, "You sent me a message asking me to come here. You had something to show me?"

"What? I never sent any message -" Max took out his cell phone from his jeans and grumbled his twin's name a few moments later.

You smiled in amusement, looking around his bedroom, and approaching his workbench. "What are you working on?"

"Uh," He scratched the nape of his neck as he followed you, "civilians have this thing called a smartwatch, so I gathered a few spare parts and tried to outdo it."

"Tried?" You sent him a knowing smile and Max grinned.

"And succeeded."

You listened as he put the watch on his wrist and showed you the features. You smiled fondly, feeling the atmosphere shift as he awkwardly set the watch down. "I'm sorry for disappearing like that it -"

"No, I get it." He shrugged off but you grabbed his hand and stopped him from turning away.

"No, you don't." You took a deep breath as you wet your lips, moving to sit on the foot of his bed. "I thought you were just a civilian. I didn't want to bring you into my life because I was afraid of putting you in danger." You clasped your hands on your lap as he sat beside you. "But you held your own. You were really great out there, Max."

Max smiled softly, bashfully rubbing the back of his neck. "Thanks." He cleared his throat, "We made a good team."

You giggled, nodding in agreement. "We did." You looked at your hands and Max wet his lips anxiously.

"I'm sorry for making you believe that I was a non-super." He apologized. "I wanted you to get to know me, so that when I did tell you the truth you weren't won over by my parents."

You shook your head, "I'm over it." You noticed the way his shoulders slumped slightly and quickly added, "No, not you! The fact you have powers. I'll never get over you."

At this, Max perked up and your eyebrows furrowed when music began to play before he could speak and looked over your shoulder as Max addressed the animal in the cage.

"Dr. Colosso?" You stood up and approached the rabbit in the cage on his workbench.

"Yeah, he was turned into a rabbit," Max explained. "And kind of my best friend."

"Kind of?" Colosso shrieked.

You looked at Max with a smile and he hushed the former supervillain who ranted about their friendship. "You are full of surprises."

Max chuckled, raising his arms, "That's me. Surpriso boy - wait, scratch that. Forget I ever said it."

You covered your mouth as you failed to suppress your giggles. "No, I don't think I can."

Max smiled when you leaned against his workbench as you caught your breath. "I'll invent something, don't worry."

You smiled softly when he tentatively raised his hand and stepped forward as he placed a hand on your cheek. "I must confess a secret of my own." You began, earning a curious raise of his eyebrow. "The reason I was so interested in the non-super world is because I wanted to connect with you. You know, when I thought you weren't a superhero."

Max's features lit up, "Really?"

You nodded, biting the inside of his cheek. "Can we start over? Well," You paused as you stepped closer, placing your hands on his chest. "not right from the start."

His other hand rose to your cheek as he exhaled a relieved breath, nodding distractedly, his eyes flickering to your lips. "Yeah, I'd - we should -"

You closed the gap between you and Max wrapped his arms around you, bringing your body closer as he kissed you passionately. You cupped his jaw in your hands, smiling against his lips as you melted into the kiss, matching his intensity.

Phoebe slowly closed the hatch and smiled to herself as she took a seat on the cushion. "The power of love." She whispered as she headed upstairs.

[har-rison-s]

fear or endearment | coryo snow x fem!reader

a/n: hello people of tumblr. yes, i'm getting on the train of writing for coryolanus snow (save me). he's just so writeable before the 10th games, i feel. after that i lose any touch with him, honestly, idk. bad man. welp! enjoy this little short blurb i thought of while i was at work yesterday (no connection, tho, just day dreaming). happy reading <3

warnings: none except snow's manipulative, calculating personality; this is pre-10th games snow btw

word count: 1,894

gif credit goes to owner <3

“you only like me because i bring you free stuff,” she says, her lips wearing a smile that holds the sadness of the half-joke she just made. it’s only an ironic way of saying the truth, and she thinks him a fool not to admit it. her hands get busy with carefully emptying the messenger bag full of food leftovers and pastries that the kitchen in her house deemed as unworthy for her family.

“not true,” coryolanus says with a gentle shake of his too-perfect head, eyes looking at her instead of raking over the gifts she’s brought. they’ll keep him and his family away from hunger for a week at least, if they plan carefully, “i like you regardless of that.”

she shakes her head with more conviction. it’s one thing to lie to himself about it, it’s another to tell the lie to her face. her face that has seen the brutal truth in people, her eyes that can see through any facade. it’s the reason she doesn’t watch television unless she absolutely necessarily has to – the facade built up around the ugly truth makes her sick to her stomach. “oh, yes, and my dream is to become a peacekeeper.” her sharp tongue responds.

coryolanus considers her words and the sarcastic look on her face, the faint grin she wears. he doesn’t like being confused, and yet she makes him feel that way very often. sarcasm is her companion in every conversation, and coryolanus suspects he might be one of the only people in the world she shows her bare soul and heart to, and even then she shows very little. her rebellious nature, though, is what makes him worried for her. sometimes he thinks he ought to follow her in her ways, even though it wouldn’t be easy. it would also be going against everything he’s fought so hard to have, and would continue to fight for.

coryolanus shakes his head in confusion, his cheeks blushing just the faintest tone of pink and curls trembling along with his head movements. she laughs fruitfully at knowing she made him confused, her head hanging back for a moment. she closes her bag, its contents emptied on coryo’s kitchen table, and looks down on them. “i know you wonder why i say things like that,” she looks up at him again, and coryo nods, his lips bit back in a faint smile, “can’t help it. must be some security mechanism in me, to joke or draw irony in serious matters.” she shuffles herself onto the table’s surface, now getting the view of coryo in front of her instead of having to wring her neck around every time to just look at him standing beside her. coryo nods again and smiles wider. “sometimes i want to shut up, but i just can’t seem to. and that tends to get me in trouble quite a lot. you know that well.” 

ah, yes, her rebellious nature that gets in the way of her education and reputation up-keeping. he might just be her only friend at school, because no one wants to associate themselves with such a rebellious girl as her. sejanus has been nice to her, but coryo guesses he lacks the courage to talk to her. coryo makes a grin and takes a step closer to her. her genuine eyes find his again and she searches them for some bit of truth. it’s hard for most people to guess what he’s thinking, but not for her. “i like you for that,” coryolanus tells her, and she furrows her eyebrows because by looking into is eyes she knows it’s the truth that he’s telling.

“hmm,” she just hums in surprise, “i know it upsets you, too. and that you worry about me, and that’s why you get me out of trouble, even if you don’t have to. you and your perfect attendance and grades, perfect attitude.” she counts off, and it almost sounds like she despises him for all these things. coryo shakes his head, eyelids fluttering while looking at her still.

“you of all people know how imperfect i am,” he says, “look where i have to live,” he gestures around the kitchen. but her smile drops, “it’s almost nothing compared to your place.” 

“where we live doesn’t say much about us,” she responds, “so many people at school think i’m this spoiled princess of the capitol living in my great mansion with mother and father.” she rolls her eyes. “only thing perfect about me are my grades, and even they are being pulled down because of my attitude.” she sighs. coryo nods, understanding, and stays close to her. “i’m really a rebellious child whose parents hardly have patience for. it’s not like i try to get into trouble, it just so happens that my opinions don’t go well with everyone else’s. i know i’m not the only one, but i might be the only one with guts to say those opinions.” she shrugs. “you know that associating with me can get you into trouble, too.”

coryo nods. “but it hasn’t this far,” he responds with a kind smile as the two of them look at each other. she wishes she could respond with a smile half as true as his current one, but her character has been beaten down. her eyelids flutter and she looks down at her hands. 

“why do you get me out of trouble, then? why do you worry about me?” she asks quietly. “we both know you shouldn’t.” 

“you don’t believe me when i say it,” coryo says, reminding her of the beginning of their conversation. she looks up at him again, chin raised. he’s wounded by her disbelief. 

“what?” she asks in half a whisper. coryo tilts his head, his facial expression saying that his answer should be obvious. his hand hesitantly reaches out to hers in her lap, gently coating her intertwined palms. she’s almost forgot how to breathe. he’s never touched her hands before. it’s always a hand at the small of her back, on her shoulder, arms around her. never the hands. it almost seems like he was saving them for... something.

“i like you,” coryo says just as quietly, hand over hers and eyes looking at her, this intense emotion suddenly between them in the air, “not just for the free stuff. it’s the depth of your heart and kindness,” one i know i’ll never have, “and your courageous nature.”

she smiles. “you have courage, too, coryo,” she tells him quietly, and finds herself lost in him now that he’s so close to her. his ice-cold heart warms at her using the nickname for him. she intertwines their fingers now, raising the formed knot higher between them, so that it would enter their line of vision. coryo looks at it, and his heart lurches in his chest, making him feel nearly on the point of fainting, “you do,” she says again, “you just need to... channel it in the right direction.” she utters in a the quietest of whispers. 

coryolanus doesn’t dare a make a noise even though his throat is dry and he needs to clear it, but he fears anything louder than a whisper might ruin everything, even his heart feels like it’s hammering too loud in his chest, “like this?” he asks in a faint voice, and she furrows her eyebrows at the weird question, but doesn’t get to doubt it because coryo is pressing his lips to hers, adding even more value to their moment together. 

for a person who is always able to calculate things to come, she is surprised because this she didn’t calculate at any point. but she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t waited for him to do this, to take a next step, for at least a few weeks now. her courage faded away any chance she had to do the same, to be the one who takes the first step. 

she grips his hand between them even harder, and her other hand goes to cradle the side of his face, but after the first few kisses their hands untie and she uses both of hers to hold his face, while coryo is too shy to touch her. she pulls away, both of them out of breath, and they look at each other. stunned. thrilled. without words to say about what they just did. 

“yeah, like that,” she finally breathes in response, always having something cheeky up her sleeve, “only...” she takes both of his hands in hers and places them on her waist, where they fit nearly like a magnet. coryo breathes a quiet sigh of relief, it was where he thought of embracing her, but somehow lacked the guts to do so. looking at each other, she nods at him and coryo makes a small smile. “i know you like me now,” she says quietly, and coryo even chuckles, “you wouldn’t be so nervous about me otherwise.” 

he nods, succumbing to the defeat of her cracking him, and stands between her legs that dangle off the side of the table. his hands on her fit right in place, both of them feeling that they’re always meant to be there. “sometimes, uh...” coryo shakes his head, a little nervous to say what he wants to, but she urges him on with her hand on his cheek serving a comforting touch, and he blushes when he looks at her, “sometimes i don’t know if i like you or i’m scared of you.” he admits.

it makes her laugh out loud, as if it was the most ridiculous thing she’s ever heard someone say. her head hangs low, and then rests against his chest once her laughter has started to subside. coryo feels embarrassed that he admitted that now, but he wraps his arms around her nonetheless. he knows she means no harm. 

she looks up at him, hands on his chest, and gets real close to his face again, “you better figure it out real soon, coryo,” she tells him, “i don’t want to be with someone who’s scared of me. i want them to be with me because they like me.” she says truthfully and coryo nods. he’s never really been around a girl or woman who’s made him feel like she has. it’s hard to explain, but her rebellious nature, her unpredictability are what scare him, but also what endear her to him. make him like her so much. makes his heart jump out of his chest when she speaks against a professor or simply flees a classroom. 

“i like you,” coryo assures her, “and i’m glad you want to be with me, too.” he says and they smile at each other. she nods at him and leans into his chest into a long embrace neither of them really want to get out of. 

coryolanus is scared of the consequences of her actions, scared for where it will make him end up. but life with her has colour. he doesn’t exactly want to give that up because he might get in trouble. he finds a way out of it with his wit and charm, anyhow. whatever problems she could get him into by being herself he can easily get out of, so maybe taking risks isn’t that deadly of a thing. not for her.

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part 2

[doudouneverte]

2026

a/n: first fic from his own universe...

*not my GIF*

Pairing: Glódís Viggósdóttir x Fem!reader

Summary: the day after Glódís' contract extension

Type: Fluff

Warning: use of google translate for icelandic words

word count: 1840

note: bold = swedish

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It was a warm day—a very good day. Yesterday was even a better day for Bayern fans when Glódís' contract extension was announced. And right now, the team was arriving at the campus for training with a little surprise.

"Oh, look at that!" Georgia's voice got the attention of everyone. When the team looked at where the English referred, they saw a huge bouquet.

The bouquet was a combination of blue and red flowers arranged so the red flowers in the centre wrote '2026' and the blues one around made the whole thing look like the Icelandic flag. And the more cute thing was that the 'little' gift was on Glódís' cubby, making her blush intensely.

"Wow, that's a big one." Lea chuckled. "How did they even get it there? I would be scared to break it." There was a little silence in the room while the girls admired it until they heard the click of a snap shot.Everyone looked where the sound came from to see a very proud Islanlic captain. 

"You have to take a picture with it." Linda proposed, and everyone immediately agreed. The captain didn't wait a second until she took it and posed with the wave of her teammates' phones.

The red-headed woman analysed the bouquet until she noticed a little card with it.

"Well, if I'm guaranteed to get something like that for an extension, give me a pen right now." Jovan said, making the whole team laugh.

During the whole training, the captain didn't seem to be able to suppress her smile, which made all the team tease her, but she couldn't care less. It was like that until Magda came to ask her something about it. Pernille was watching them a little curious, but from her girlfriend's behaviour, she could say that Magda was shy to tell what she was saying to her captain.

It was the last day before their next match, so the Danish brusehd it off and decided to focus on her training, but she made a mental note to ask about that later. At the end of the training, the girls decided to spend some time together, which everyone agreed with except the Swedish defender, who informed them that she had something important to do.

It was in the middle of the afternoon, and you were in the shop, waiting for any potential customers while you were on your phone. On Instagram, more precisely. You were watching some random posts until someone sent you a direct message.

You smiled at your phone, getting enough time to reply with a quick 'you're welcome' until someone entered the shop.

(has sent you a picture)

Glódís: Thank you 💙❤

It was a very fascinated and a little confused Magda who was facing you, getting you immediately confused and fascinated as well.

"Hi, how can I help you?" You asked, making the defender more confused.

"You speak Swedish?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm from Malmo, and honestly, it's not every day that I get the visit of a Swedish superstar."

"I'm not a superstar."

"You're the captain of the national team, so for me, you're a superstar." You asserted your point, making her finally accept it. "So, how can I help you?"

"Uh, yeah. I want to buy something for my girlfriend, and a teamma- a friend recommended this place to me, so I came to check if you had something that could… I don't know; that can please my girlfriend."

It took you a few seconds to process everything and think about it. "Okay, you're in the right place for that. Do you have any idea, or can we think about it together?"

"Actually, yeah, just a moment…" She pulled out her phone and opened Instagram. "Something like that. But of course not as big as it."

You giggled a little looking at the picture of your wife smiling widely with your gift in her hands.

"Yeah, I think I can do something like that; excuse me a moment." You quit the counter to wander in the shop, picking some flowers, and then came back. "We can make it look like the Danish flag, or we can try arranging them to look like a white heart on a red background."

"The heart one!" Magda replied immediately, making you chuckle. "Sorry," she mumbled, making you even more chuckled.

"Don't worry, it's nothing. I'm used to this type of reaction with my wife."

"Oh, you're married?"

"Yess. 4 years now."

"Wow."

"Yeah, wow. But I can't be more happy with her; she's always so sweet with me. I mean, she made me leave Sweden, so that's the least she can do."

While you were finishing your 'piece of art', as your wife likes to call all your creations, you and Magda used that time to know more about each other. And after that, you decided to give it to her for free with a promise to let her pay for her next purchase.

Two hours later, you were cleaning up after your last client when you were interrupted by someone entering the shop. You looked at the entry to see your big bouquet covering the Icelandic captain's face.

"Hi, ástin mín (my love)." She greeted you happily.

"Why don't you let it at home, baby?" You giggled when you saw her trying to give you a hug without crushing the flowers.

"I know I should, but after the training, the girls wanted to spend some time together, and as a captain, I couldn't refuse that. And after that, I came here." She said proudly.

You gave her a kiss and took the flowers from her hands, making her pout a little.

"Hey, it's mine," she complained, making you laugh.

"I know, but I'll just put them in the water so you don't have to carry them all the time," you reassured her. When you finally dispose of the flowers in a pretty vase (chosen by Glódís), you finally let the defender rest in your arms on a couch behind the counter.

It was a habit of her to come here after the training just to spend some time with you, even if you assured her that she would eventually see you after you closed the shop.

"How many hours have we left before you close?" She asked.

"Two hours," you replied, and your wife hummed in reply, letting you know that she would probably fall asleep during this time.

You both stayed like that for almost fifteen minutes until the front opened again. You were trying to get out of Glódís' arms before you saw two familiar figures looking at you from the other side of the counter.

"Oh, look at that; she's so cute." Karólína said.

"She looks like an orange cat." Emilie added making you and the younger Icelandic player laugh. "What, isn't she?"

"She definitely looks like a cat." You agreed with her after a quick look at your wife. "But what are you doing here?"

"We have to play against Bayern tomorrow, so here we are. We just finished the training, and we have a little free time, so we came to check on you." The Norwegian player explained. You nodded, but you heard a snap shot. You turned your head towards Karólína with a confused look.

"Sorry, it's so cute. I had to." She tried to defend herself, but you didn't have a lot of time to think about it because the older Icelandic player started to wake up next to you.

The first thing she immediately noticed when she woke up was the two players who joined you. She was a little confused, but decided to brush it off when you didn't seem as surprised as her.

The three players stayed there until you closed the shop, helping with the late customers and cleaning before closing. After you dropped them off at their hotel, you drove back to your home.

"Finally alone!" Glódís exclaimed while you closed the door.

"Well, technically, we were alone for a moment, but Mrs. decided to take a nap." You said with a smirk.

"Hey, I was tired."

"I know. I'm just messing with you." You kissed her gently and said, "I missed you."

"I missed you too."

You led her to the couch, where you made out until you had to use the bathroom. While you were gone, you received a text from Karo, which intrigued Glódís. The defender unlocked your phone.

It was not the first time that she did that; you both trusted each other, and you both knew that neither of you would cheat or do any harm to the other.

She saw what her national teammates sent you and let out a little chuckle at the message.

"When did she even take that picture?" she asked no one with a smile on her face.

(picture)

Karo: the little orange fur of Iceland😺🇮🇸

When you were back on the couch, Glódís gave you your phone with a little smile. You raised your eyebrow before turning on your phone to discover your new lock screen.

"To her defence, you really look like an orange cat when you sleep like that."

"I'm. not. a cat." She pointed every word with light slaps with a cushion.

"Too bad, I really love cats." You tried to defend your point. The captain stopped her action and seemed to think about it.

"Well, you love me more than any cat." She reminded you.

"Yeah, that's also true." You tackled her on the couch and started to tickle her. Her laughs were filling the room before you started to shush her with kisses. You stopped only a short time after she finally caught her breath.

"You know what? I think you should come with me and the team for our international game this time."

You took some time to think about it, because even if you really wanted to be there to support her, you had your own duties, and she was aware of that.

"I don't know, älskling."

"Please. The girls miss you, and don't worry, I'll do anything to not let you get bored of them or anything."

"Oh, don't worry, I love them, and I could never get bored of them, but I have the shop and…"

"You can close for a week." She was now making the puppy eyes. "And I promise I'll help you when we get back."

"Really help me, or you'll just fall asleep like usual?" you mocked, making her roll her eyes playfully.

"No, I'm serious this time." She took your hands in hers and put them under her chin, forcing you to focus on her. The captain stared at you like that, waiting for a response until you finally let her win this time.

"Okay," you sighed while Glódís jumped from her spot to hug you. "But don't forget to make up for that."

"I'll not, I promise." She concluded the deal with a passionate kiss. "I love you, Kærasta (darling)."

"And I love you too, Glo."

[the-marshals-wife]

Broke The Mold (Ken x Reader)

─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ⋅☆⋅ 𝐀𝐎𝟑 ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─

A/N: Ken is a sweetheart and all he wants is to be the best boyfriend he can be. I know this is not my normal content, but the depression has been real lately and the Barbie movie has been a huge comfort to me, especially Ken. This is wholesome fluff for my own indulgence. Premise: Ken followed Barbie's example and became human, learning to live and love in the real world.

Description: Ken x Fem!Reader (both human), cavity-inducing fluff, hurt+comfort flavored | Warnings: absolutely none except kisses | Word count: 1,805

Gif credit: user weirdobarbie

Imagine your boyfriend Ken cheering you up when you're feeling down, and spending a cozy evening together

What was supposed to be an evening of sweet escape was turning into a complete disaster. After getting home later than you'd planned thanks to traffic, and taking an extremely rushed shower, your bathroom looked like a tornado had gone through.

You appraise your reflection in the steamy mirror and despair at the sight. Your dress sleeve is slipped off your shoulder after already putting it back a dozen times. Your right eyeliner wing is smudged from five frustrated attempts at getting them to appear even. Your empty stomach ached from working through your lunch at work so that you'd get to leave on time to get ready, just for these to be the results. After spending so long on trying to repair your makeup, you had yet to even finish your hair.

"I just wanted a break," you lament, vision blurring, "Just one night."

Overwhelmed by the feeling of failure, you sink to the floor. You bring your knees up to your chest and start to cry into your hands, knowing all your effort had just been undone, but too upset to care.

The sound of jingling keys and your apartment door opening reaches your ears, ripping you back to reality.

"Oh Ken," you breathe, guilt washing over you.

He was on time, as always, and you were no where near ready.

Panicked, you consider springing up and hurriedly trying to wash your face, but it's too late for that. It's only a few seconds before he's noticed your absence and is standing outside the bathroom door, knocking on it lightly.

"Babe? Are you in there?"

"I'm here," you call out, quickly wiping your eyes.

"Are you okay?" you hear him ask, concern in his voice.

"Yeah," you reply weakly, "Kinda...not really." You croak out the last word.

There's a pause before he speaks again. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah," you say, choking back a sob.

You watch the knob rotate, and take in the sight of your beloved beau, well-dressed and perfectly groomed just as you knew he'd be. His expression of worry turns to fright the instant he sees you on the floor. He drops to his knees without hesitation, looking over you frantically.

"Did you fall?! I warned you about the water, it is SO slippery here. I fall like every day."

You chuckle a bit through the tears. His innocence never fails to warm your heart.

"No, I didn't fall."

He exhales and clutches his chest before narrowing his gaze.

"Is there a spider in the shower?" he questions, glaring at the curtain, "How dare he threaten you. Where is he?"

"There's no spider, babe. I'm okay, I promise," you reassure, touching his arm. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

He relaxes and turns his softened eyes back to you, "What happened, sweetheart?"

"I was getting ready for our date, and I accidentally knocked my hairbrush into the toilet. And then I ran out of my favorite lip gloss and I couldn't find the new tube I bought. I thought I put it in the drawer, but I couldn't find it and then I messed up my mascara trying to fix my eyeliner and then I go so upset, I started crying and ruined it all," you answer all at once, punctuated by sniffles, "Also I think my boss is mad at me because of a mistake I made yesterday and I don't think I'll get the promotion I wanted. I already thought he didn't like me, but this just made it worse and I've been so stressed about it."

You take a shaky breath and see that he is hanging on your every word.

"I'm sorry, that was a lot. I just...wanted to have some fun tonight and look pretty for our date."

Ken stares at you bewildered. "But you are pretty."

"Right," you scoff and point at yourself. "Have you seen my face?"

"I'm looking right at it, and it's the same pretty face I see all the time. Makeup doesn't change that."

"Ken," you begin to protest, but you stop as he soothingly thumbs away your tears.

"Pretty isn't even a good enough word. I think you're beautiful," he says, wholly sincere.

You gaze into his kind eyes a moment before the emotions overwhelm you. You throw your arms around his neck, nearly knocking you both backward.

"Thank you," you say, clinging to him tightly.

"Of course," he replies, holding you close, "I only told the truth. And don't worry about the promotion. If they can't see how smart and talented and valuable you are, someone else will. It will all work out in the end, you'll see."

You lean back and admire him. "You don't know how sweet you are, do you?"

"Oh, I've heard a thing or two. Mostly from my girlfriend," he smirks.

"I bet she's absolutely smitten with you," you remark.

"Not as much as I am with her," he counters, "Wellll, almost as much. Maybe."

You both laugh, enjoying the moment of levity.

"What do you think my girlfriend would say to staying in tonight and having a date at home instead? Say, pizza and a movie?" he proposes.

You nod excitedly. "That actually sounds amazing."

Ken leans forward and softly kisses your forehead. "Then it will be done, my lady. I'll take care of everything. You just put on your coziest pajamas, and come out whenever you're ready. No rush."

"Okay," you grin.

Ken stands and returns to the doorway to leave, but looks back over his shoulder at you.

"Love you," he mouths the words.

"Love you more," you mouth back.

"No way," he whispers, shaking his head dramatically as he closes the door.

Your heart flutters as you get to your feet and face the mirror. The girl in the reflection is the same as before, from the runny mascara to the half-straightened hair, but now you smile at her. No other guy had ever made you feel good about yourself the way Ken does. If they said anything nice, it had typically felt like a means to an end. But it wasn't that way with Ken. He never pushed you for anything in your relationship, and his patience and affection seemed to have no end. He would do anything for you, and he was happy to do it.

The girl he was originally made to be with was literally the standard of beauty, and you were far from being as perfect as Barbie, but he still treated you as if you were. Not only did you feel special, but you were incredibly grateful to have such a man in your life. Especially on a day like today.

♡

A few minutes later, you emerge from your room, face washed and hair braided up, donning your favorite pair of long, cozy pajamas and your fuzzy bunny slippers. Both were presents from your thoughtful boyfriend for your recent four month anniversary, and you loved them dearly. You walk down the hallway, and as the living room comes into view, you gasp. Ken stands by the couch expectantly, wearing his matching set of pajamas and a big grin on his face.

"Oh my gosh, you had those with you?" you ask, beaming.

"I always have them. In my trunk, anyway. You never know when there's going to be a cuddle emergency," he says, totally serious.

"You're so cute," you say, eagerly walking into his open arms.

"The pizza should be here in a few minutes. Pepperoni and extra cheese, with a side of cinnamon bites, just the way you like it," he says, rubbing your back.

You lay your head upon his chest, his heartbeat a comforting sound in your ear. "You think of everything."

"Anything for my girl," he declares, "You can have any kind of food you can think of delivered here, it's crazy. I bet they can even deliver to the beach."

You look up at him and smile. "Say that again."

He raises an eyebrow, "I bet they can...even deliver to the beach?"

"Not that. The first part," you correct, giving him a knowing look.

His confused expression turns to understanding, "Anything for my girl."

"I love hearing you call me that."

"Then I'll say it a million times more," he says, carefully brushing a loose strand of your hair away from your eyes, "Would my girl like to pick out a movie while we wait?"

"Only if my man will help me decide," you giggle.

His eyes grow wider as he puffs out his chest with pride, "It would be my honor. For what my girl wants, my girl gets."

You take his hand and lead him to the couch. Together you sit, fingers interlaced, and begin scrolling through endless lists of titles.

♡

After a few minutes of debating, a list of top picks formed. Ken's choices were all horse movies of course. While you knew he would defer to whatever you wanted, you didn't mind finding out if Black Beauty was still as good as when you were a kid. After all, his unending love of horses was one of your many favorite things about him. Once you settled on your entertainment for the evening, your food arrived shortly thereafter.

Now, with your stomach full and heart even fuller, halfway through the movie, your focus drifts from the TV to your date. With your head resting on his shoulder, and his arm snuggly around your waist, you peer up at him. You expect him to be mesmerized by the screen like usual. Instead, he's gazing down on you, smiling to himself.

"What?" you ask reflexively.

"Just thinking about how lucky I am that you're my girl."

You can feel yourself blushing, somehow still taken aback by his honesty after these many wonderful weeks.

"Not as lucky as I am to be your girl," you say, before flashing a teasing smirk, "Welllll, almost as much. Maybe."

He chuckles at your parroting of his words.

You sit up straighter and turn toward him. "Thank you for tonight," you continue earnestly, "I was a mess, and you made me feel so much better. You always do."

"You're not a mess to me. They broke the mold with you, sweetheart," he smiles, reaching to caress your cheek, "And I came from one, so I would know."

You grin, heart aching with love for him. Becoming more and more lost in his deep baby blues, you lean in closer. He gently cups your face and closes the distance between you until your lips finally meet. The kiss is tender and full of warmth, and you're left breathless when you pull away.

He sighs, completely in awe of you.

"Sublime."

[moralina]

WILD NIGHTS - WILD NIGHTS! | JJ MAYBANK

Summary: JJ decides to take you on an unusual date, and maybe you should've known that with him you could possibly end the night running away from security.

Warnings: nothing to do with the poem except for the title and i thought it'd be a great way to cut the scenes with lmao, also quickly edited, wanted to write more but also wanted to post this today. fem!reader.

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Wild nights - Wild nights!

Were I with thee

Wild nights should be

Our luxury!

Your feet met the slippery grass with a thud, making you slightly lose your balance but quickly adjusting your footing back as soon as his hands touched yours. 

"Where are we going?" you asked, hands pulling at the sleeves of your sweater trying to find warmth within. "I'm not complaining but i'd rather stay under my warm and soft blankets, y'know"

"it's worth it, i promise." he whispered even though there was no need to. Your parents were gone for a week, letting you by yourself while they visited some distant family member who you've never really met. "now c'mon" 

his right hand closed around yours, pulling your arm and bringing you with him to the parked van on the other side of the street.

"jj" you whined, sounding too much like a child but too cold to really care. 

"it's warm in the van" 

You hummed, still dreaming about your comfortable bed. 

Yesterday you had agreed to go on a date with jj - your first official date - but it didn't cross your mind to check the weather. How would you have guessed tonight would be as freezing as the inside of a freezer, when just yesterday night you were wearing a bikini and chilling in JB's backyard with the rest of your friends, relaxing in the warmth of the night. 

However, the weather betrayed you, and decided to suddenly change drastically on the exact day you and jj decided would be your date night.

"Ohmygod." You exhaled a breath of relief, relishing in the slightly warmer atmosphere of the van. 

After a few moments of staring and smiling like a fool in love, jj started the van. 

Futile - the winds -

To a Heart in port -

Done with the Compass -

Done with the Chart!

"That's our date?"

"C'mon baby! A kook's pool all to ourselves? It's the dream!" "They have a heat pump!" His eyebrows wiggled and you stared, not really sold

"No" you shook your head "no no no- jj, if we get caught we're screwed."

"Yeah but we won't."

"And how are you so sure?"

"The cameras stopped working after the storm last week and they haven't changed them yet" he spoke matter of factly "plus, there's no one taking care of the house, they're basically asking for it" you deadpanned and he smirked. 

Typical jj behavior, you thought to yourself, should've expected it.

How on earth did you fall for this reckless boy?

"Hey, be fun at least once in your life." He said, poking your side with his index finger

"Excuse me, i am fun." 

"Keep telling yourself that." He mumbled and you huffed a laugh, eyeing him up and down 

"If the cops get us-" you started saying, slowly getting closer to him "i'll throw you to the lions and run as fast as i can"

"Deal!" He exchanged his arm, a cocky grin on his face

After jumping over the gate with jj's help you waited for him to do the same, eyes traveling around the huge backyard. You've never seen a pool so big in your life. Its was probably the size of your house.

"Those kooks, man." You muttered as jj appeared beside you.

"Yeah." He said, also taking a moment to look around the whole place.

"How did you know about this?"

"I cut their grass last week" he shrugged, "heard someone talking about the security cameras not working." 

"Oh so then you decided it'd be a good idea to just… break in?"

"Yes." He said casually. 

You rolled your eyes, but followed him nonetheless as he started walking towards the pool. 

"Even the air feels different here." 

His comment made you laugh. He wasn't necessarily wrong. Everything felt different on figure eight. Didn't mean it was better, though.

"What are you doing?" You hushed when you noticed jj taking off his sweater

"What do you think im doing?" You lifted a brow quizzically "i'm not getting into the pool with my clothes on now, am i?" 

"Yeah, but it's free-"

"Freezing, i know, i know." His sweater was thrown aimlessly to the side "But the moment i turn this pretty thing on it'll be like a huge jacuzzi, baby!" 

You waited for him to do exactly that, and when the water seemed to be at a decent temperature you began to take off your shirt. However, your eyes wined when you glanced at jj and he was moments away from getting all of his clothes off.

All of it.

"Jj" you hissed "what. Are. You. Doing!?"

"I thought skinny dipping would be more romantic." He winked before finally discarding his sweatpants and underwear to the side 

Not even a second later he started running, and before jumping straight to the water he let out the loudest scream he could master.

"We're fucked." You breathed out.

Definitely the whole neighborhood heard that, and then security would get here and see you and your-not-yet-official naked boyfriend 

"Are you planning to run away from the cops with your thing dangling between your legs?" You questioned when his head finally came back to the surface

He chuckled at your comment, once again too loudly for your liking.

"I'll give them a show, princess." His hand ran through his wet hair and something inside you clicked. The urge to throw him against the pool walls and kiss him for hours being stronger than anything else "Now get in the water." 

You hesitated, but decided to go against your gut feeling, and I guess be fun for once in your life.

When your left foot touched the warm water you allowed yourself to breathe normally again, not noticing how your breath seemed shallow before. 

Slowly, you entered the pool, your underwear getting soaked in the process. You decided not to follow jj's idea for at least this one thing. You were not getting into someone else's pool naked. And you were not going to run from the cops naked either.

Rowing in Eden -

Ah - the Sea!

Might I but moor - tonight -

In thee!

"Get back here!"

"It was nice seeing you again, Carl!" Jj waved at the poor security guard. 

As he ran in front of you, with his pants worn inside out, and his shirt not making all its way through covering his torso, was definitely a funny site, but as much as you wanted to laugh, you also needed air to keep on running.

A scream of joy left his lips and you felt so much adrenaline running through your body. Something you only really felt with jj. I mean, he was the one always dragging you around and making you participate in his wild plans. 

"You're too slow!" He screamed, momentarily looking behind him to see you running a few meters behind. 

"I'm not used to running from the cops as much as you!" You exclaimed, extending your arm forward so he could grab onto you and take you with him.

When he caught your hand you almost fell to the ground, losing your balance, once again this night, for a short second, but your legs were quick to catch on to his speed.

You only stopped running when you reached the sand. The beach was dark at this time of night, a few lights coming from the street that weren't enough to illuminate the open space.

"That was-" you heaved, trying to speak but also catching your breath

"Amazing? Thrilling? The best night of your life?!"

"It's a way to put it, yeah." You nodded your head, mouth open still trying to even your breathing.

"Did you like it?" Jj asked after a moment of silence, speaking up once again after you gave him a questioning look "our date. Did you like it?"

"It was… something." You laughed. 

Definitely an adventure. It made you feel more alive than ever, but you wouldn't say that aloud, not wanting to give jj more motivation to take you to any more fun dates

"Something good or…" he trailed off.

You couldn’t see it, mostly because he wouldn't show it, but jj was nervous. He wanted to give you a memorable date. You've already gone out thousands of times together. Sometimes only the two of you, other times as a group with all of the pogues, but you never called it a date. Before tonight your relationship didn't have a label, and he really wanted it to have. He wanted you to be his girlfriend, and he wanted to be your boyfriend. 

So yeah, it was kind of a stressful night and maybe he went too far, but hey, you had the biggest smile on your face right now. You didn't look mad. Not one bit.

"Good." You told him finally

"Good" he repeated, feeling his muscles relax.

"But we're not doing this again."

"Yup! Definitely… not doing this again."

"Jj…" 

"What? You have my word."

"Yeah, no. Definitely not trusting that."

A/n: im so anxious rn, you guys have no idea. Anyway, did this so fast I'll probably edit it again when i wake up tomorrow oof

[velvetcloxds]

hey could I request a blurb for dbf! hopper where he calls reader whenever he needs help with eleven? love your blurbs!

OUR GIRL | J.H.

word count: 1k

warnings: I made this nanny!reader x dbf!hopper, hope that's okay, age gap obviously, reader is in their twenties. giggles terribly because I love him so much- also the gif??? ignore the blood though

summary: hopper asking you to come over after eleven and mike broke up

You were sitting with your back against the wall, Eleven gripping her pillow tightly though her head was settled in your lap, your fingers digging through her hair in an attempt to calm her down. When Hopper called claiming he was having trouble with her attitude you'd expected to come over to settle a little pre-teen-encouraged spat, what you found, however, was a girl trying to cope with her first breakup.

"Ellie, I'm so sorry," you hummed, the girl moving further into your lap, looking up at you with the saddest brown eyes and absolutely breaking your own heart in the process. "Boys suck," was your simple reply, and though Hopper was stuck in the hall, not allowed in but obviously peaking through the half-closed window, he offered a little nod in agreement.

You'd been the designated nanny for all the kids in town, getting first-hand information about all the latest couples and crushes and you'd sworn to give Mike Wheeler a hiding at his full pre-teen age if he so much as caused a frown on the little Hopper's lips. She was special to you, always the best company if you had to finish an assignment when watching her, helping you with dinner when Jim was working late and it didn't help at all when you and Jim ended up in your complicated little love affair, you'd rearrange the whole town for her before, you'd wipe out the whole world for her now.

"Dad said so too," she sighed and you couldn't stop yourself from pulling her up into a hug, knowing she'd long outgrown being sat up in your lap to be coddled when sad but it was awful hearing her cry like this and she clearly didn't mind, nuzzling her head into your chest with a few sniffles. "Said he'd beat Mike up if I wanted, I didn't," you had to smile, looking up to the door knowing Jim was there, knowing he'd catch your eyes and shrug.

"You can still change your mind," the man noted, and when he pushed his head through the open space both you and Eleven shook your head, sharing a knowing look before reaching a hand out to beckon him over.

"Come on in, old man," you breathed.

"Dad," she groaned and peaked up from where she'd been engulfed in your, Jim's, sweater, letting him take her hand despite her pride, managing a little smile when you squeezed her one more time. "Not cool."

"Listen, Ellie," you stepped in, guiding her to look at you, smoothing some hair from her face and dotting away the wetness under her eyes. "Not all boys are trouble, you know, despite what your dad says, but do you maybe want to wait a little longer before trying the whole dating thing again?" she nodded quickly, if this is how bad Mike, her friend, could make her feel then she had zero interest in any other boys.

"No more boys, ever," she concluded and Hopper was very pleased with that, a wide smile dipping into his lips and earning him a warning raised brow from you. "Except for Dad," she added and made both you and Jim laugh lightly. "He's a good one, that's why he's your boyfriend," she explained and wiped her cheek dry, shrugging as if it was all very self-explanatory.

"He is a good one," you agreed, happy that she was no longer crying, clearly still sad but no longer needing the extra cuddles you had planned for later.

"Do all boys break your heart?" the purest little question, Hopper looked to you to answer, this entire conversation was not for him because he could swear she was just his little El yesterday and now she's talking about boys.

"Not all of them, not the good ones," she moved to sit next to you, a little yawn slipping from her lips, tired from all the crying and the long day and the drama that was sure to come, so you brushed a hand up and down her back, an old habit from when she struggled to fall asleep. "Your dad would never," you were looking at him, smiling just as widely as he was, it was something to behold, such a silly little gesture but it was true, Jim Hopper would protect your heart for as long as he could and you knew that for sure.

"Okay, so I just need to find a good one then, like Dad," Eleven yawned again and you nodded for Hopper to meet you in the hallway, slipping out from your little corner and holding onto the girl's hand as she moved to lay down, sighing happily as you draped her with a blanket, tucking her in just as you usually do.

"You don't have to worry about that now though, you know, just stay our little Ellie for a little while longer, won't you?" you crouched down to be at her level, smiling at her sleepy state and she giggled lightly at your comment.

"I'll try," she mumbled and you kissed her forehead, booped her nose, and squeezed her hand three times just like you'd do when she fell back asleep after a bad nightmare. "I love you, blueberry," she breathed, eyes closing, heart already asleep but mind fighting it just for a few seconds.

"I love you too, pancake," and you did, she wasn't yours, not even slightly but you loved her like she was, like you'd been a part of her life forever, and in special moments like these it felt like you were. "We need to have a little word with Wheeler," you announced tiptoeing into the kitchen where Jim was already making you a cup of cocoa, silently bribing you to stay a little longer.

"We can meet him in the alley," he scoffed and you were drawn to him without any control, melting into his back as you snaked your arms around his waist. "Thank you for coming to talk to our girl," he sounded shy in the statement, busying himself by putting too much sugar in the mug Eleven got you for your birthday, she'd painted it herself and admittedly it looked awful but it was your favourite thing in the world.

"Our girl," you breathed and the words sounded so perfect to your ears, tasted like home on your lips. "We do make a good team though, don't we?"

"The best," he lifted one of your hands from his waist, squeezing it three times, kissing it softly, holding it tight. "You staying the night?"

"Will you help me study if I do?" he wouldn't, he'd distract you long enough for you to cave and cuddle but you had an extra day to study anyway so you'd risk it.

"Of course, I will," he reached a hand around and patted your butt gently, completely contradicting his words. "No distractions, no kisses until you're done," you giggled, kissing the space between his shoulder blades and you didn't need to see his smirk to know it was there, hand not showing any signs of moving.

"Liar."

[hwabang]

PLS MAKE A PART TWO FOR “when the first love returns” i genuinely loved it sm and cried a bit ngl… part two should be so fluffy and jake possibly proposing 🤔🤔

When the First Love Returns Pt. 2- Sim Jaeyun

Summary: Jake grovels after you almost took a break with him after his ex tried to break you guys up. He realizes just how afraid he is to lose you so moves up the date for his proposal plan

Genre: fluff fluff fluff

Warnings: fem!reader, established relationship, jake is so guilty omg, grovels a LOT, proposal. mention of reader not being Korean (?)

Author’s Note: the amount of people asking for a pt 2 to something i wasn't even confident posting in the first place made me so happy😭 hope this is what y'all wanted!

NOTICE: (the names used for side characters are fake names, with the exception of the enhypen members. the fake names don't represent any real life characters.)

(gif not mine!)

(moodboard is mine, pics off Pinterest)

Today was Minji's last day in Korea. Jake begged you to go to the airport with them but you really had a lot of work to get done, so you said goodbye to her in your apartment and sent her off with Jake.

On the way to the airport they didn't talk too much but they did have one last conversation before she went into the gate.

"Thank you for everything Jake," Minji started. "Sorry if I made you uncomfortable the other day."

Jake sighed. "Minji.. you're a good friend and I don't want this to ruin our whole group. But please, don't think we can ever be anything more than friends.. we dated for a year in high school and that was that. I love Y/N, a lot."

Minji nodded. "Yeah yeah, it was wrong of me to try and win you back.. I understand that now. Cynthia yelled at me a lot yesterday."

Jake let out a hearty laugh. "Yeah, she's had Y/N's back this whole time.. thanks for being so understanding Minji. Again you're a good friend of mine; let's keep it that way."

"Agreed. You're proposing this December in Australia right?"

"Actually... I'm proposing next week."

Minji's eyes widened with excitement. "What, no way! What happened, why the sudden change?!"

Jake rubbed the back of his neck feeling embarrassed. "I.. haven't been the best to her recently.. actually the night you were at your grandma's.. she wanted us to take a break."

Minji gasped. "Jake.. I'm so sorry."

He shook his head. "It's okay. We talked it through, I begged her not to do this, and she agreed. So I've just been, I don't know, scared? That night really shocked me so much.. I don't think I can wait till December. I'm moving all the plans around to next week."

"Jake that'a awesome! You got the hotel and flight tickets and all?"

"Yeah yeah, everything was booked yesterday."

Just then the last announcement for Minji's flight was made. She gave one last goodbye to Jake and headed to the gate as he made his way back to his car.

Jake had never felt so guilty like he did the past two days. It was eating him up; the fact that he gave another woman more attention than he gave you; the woman that you were uncomfortable with him being around. Every time he thought about it he winced and thanked God that you didn't leave him.

You had forgiven him; Jake loved you and you never once doubted that. But he didn't care– he'd make it up to you in the best way possible.

After leaving the airport he went to the ENHYPEN dorm to tell the news about him moving up his proposal plans and assigning them their roles. He then went to the company to talk to them about his decision. They already knew you Jake was proposing in December and were fine with it, but now Jake had to tell them the slight change in plans so they could have the statement ready by next week.

Once all of that was taken care of Jake headed back to the apartment and started cleaning. It wasn't messy; how could it be? You were so good at taking care of the house, taking care of him, taking care of your relationship when he'd mess it up..

Jake sighed as he walked into the empty house. You were just at work, he knew it of course. But he couldn't imagine how distraught he'd be if every single day he came home to an empty house, knowing you would never return.

Jake started by cleaning up the guest room and guest bathroom Minji had used; putting new sheets, changing the trash, wiping down the furniture. He then went on to clean the rest of the bathrooms in the house, then tidying up the kitchen and master bedroom. Once those were taken care of he took a 10 minute break to order food, and continued on cleaning the dining room and living room.

You were exhausted, having a hard day at work yourself. You trudged up to the front door and fumbled with your keys before the door swung open revealing a very happy yet tired Jake.

"Hi baby, you're home!" he exclaimed.

You giggled and pecked his lips as you walked into the house. "Hi my love, how was your day today?" As soon as you walked further into the house you immediately realized it was sparkling; everything was sparkling. You turned to Jake in shock who was standing there expectantly. "Jake.. did you clean the house while I was gone?"

He eagerly nodded. "Did I do a good job? Actually you can't judge just from seeing this.. I cleaned the guest bedroom, our room, the bathrooms and kitchen too!"

Your eyes were still widened in shock and you slowly wrapped your arms around Jake's neck. "Baby, I appreciate it but why'd you do all of that? I would've come home and done it anyways."

He wrapped his arms around you. "It's not fair that you have to do all of it," Jake pouted. "I live here too, this is my house too. I should take on some of the household responsibilities."

"You do honey! You have your own chores and I have mine."

Jake shook his head. "I just take the trash out and pay the bills once a month Y/N. You clean and cook almost everyday.. I come home every single day and appreciate it but I don't think I say it enough so I'm sorry. I genuinely appreciate everything you do, and after doing what you do for a day, I'm fucking exhausted."

You laughed as you pulled him into a hug. "Aww, thank you Jake. Really, I appreciate this a lot."

"Of course baby.. by the way, is it too late for you to put in some vacation days for next week?"

You raised an eyebrow at him. "What are you plotting now Sim Jaeyun?"

"Nah nah nothing.. I was thinking you and I could spend a couple days in the Maldives?"

"Maldives!? Jake, are you serious!?" you squealed.

Jake smiled, relieved you were this happy. The Maldives was a dream destination for you; you had always talked about going there so why not get proposed to there?

"It's a day long flight," Jake explained. "We need two days for the flights, we'll spend 4 days there. What do you think?"

You squealed again and tightly hugged Jake, jumping into his arms. "Thank you thank you thank you!! You're the best boyfriend ever. When do we leave?"

"Friday."

You were so excited for the trip that Friday felt like it was in forever, but finally you were in the Maldives. The first night you guys slept almost immediately after getting there because you were so drained but the next day you guys were up bright and early, enjoying all that the Maldives have to offer.

Today was the last full day in the Maldives, and the two of you were enjoying some down time in your private hotel room pool. Jake glanced to check on you and saw you at the edge of the pool, furrowing your eyebrows while staring at your phone. He swam up to you and grabbed his beverage. "What's wrong baby?"

"My parents," you responded. "They're not responding! I know I have good service so I don't know why they're not answering."

Despite you not looking at Jake, he still looked away from you. He couldn't lie to you, and he knew that if he mad eye contact with you, he'd spoil everything about the proposal. "M-maybe they're just busy."

You shook your head as you tried dialing them again. "No.. it's like just past evening in my country right now, they're definitely home."

Jake knew he had to distract you before you somehow caught on. He just had to hide all of this from you for another couple hours; as tonight was the proposal.

From the minute he woke up this morning he felt like throwing up. Every single second he felt like regurgitating. You wouldn't say no right? Nah nah, you love him.. right?!

"Baby," he called out as he grabbed your phone gently from you. "It's okay, we'll check on your parents later. Maybe they tuned in early? Our parents aren't getting any younger you know."

You hummed. "Yeah yeah you're right... I'll call them first thing tomorrow morning."

Oh you definitely will.

Jake pulled you back into the middle of the pool and you guys spent more time in the pool until you felt your skin pruning. After you had come out of the shower you saw a couple of wrapped gifts laying on the bed. You looked to your boyfriend with a confused look and he just returned a smug smile.

"Open them," Jake commanded. "It's for our date tonight."

You headed to the bed and one by one opened the boxes. The first one had a beautiful pair of pencil heels covered in golden and silver sparkles. Next was a black leather handbag and the one after it had a diamond crystal heart necklace. The last box you opened had your jaw drop slack open. The dress in the box perfectly matched the shoes; it was pretty short in the front but the tulle in the back went all the way down to the floor and without wearing it, you could tell it would snatch your waist in such an alluring way. It was off the shoulder with a straight neckline and the short bit of sleeves there were drooped down to your elbows.

You caressed the sequins on the dress before turning to your boyfriend and jumping to hug him, not caring you were in just a robe. "Jake, I'm gonna cry! You're the best and this whole look is amazing! Thank you so so SO much!"

He rubbed your back as he held back a huge grin. "Anything for the love of my life." He kissed your forehead before letting you go. "Get dressed, I'm almost ready. We should head to the restaurant in an hour."

Jake had booked a reservation for the two of you at "The Cloud"; an Italian-Chinese sit down restaurant that had numerous 5-star reviews for not only the food but the fancy and romantic ambiance as well.

You two enjoyed your extremely romantic dinner; the food was tremendously good and you two just couldn't stop laughing and looking at each other with the utmost love you could hold in your eyes.

After the dinner Jake suggested a walk on the beach and you happily agreed, not wanting the night to end. You were walking hand in hand, you barefoot with your shoes in Jake's empty hands.

"Jake," you called out breaking the comforting silence.

"Yeah baby?"

You looked to him and kissed his cheek softly. "Thank you.. for everything. The last 4 days have felt so magical I just.. I can't even describe it. I really appreciate everything you've done for me, everything you've made me feel."

Jake's eyes softened as he looked at you, returning the kiss on the cheek. "Again, anything and everything for you baby. I'm just glad we're finally getting quality time alone."

You hummed. "Minji and you are good right? I didn't intend to break up a friendship."

Jake snapped his head towards you and gave you crazed look. "Baby, what are you talking about? You did nothing wrong! If my friendship with Minji would've ended it would've been because of her trying to break us up. You went through so much the last couple weeks and held everything in.. I'm so proud of you but I can't help but feel guilty because of it."

You took your free hand and caressed Jake's forearm with it. "Stop feeling guilty; you've done more than enough to make it up," you giggled.

Jake hesitated a little before biting his lip. "Well, does that mean you don't want the last surprise?"

You groaned. "Jake there's more? You've already done so much what could possibly–"

"Shh," he brought a finger up to your lip. "Let me do the talking right now." You both stopped walking and Jake let go of your hand. He placed your shoes on the sand and stood in front of you. "You trust me right Y/N?"

You vigorously nodded. "Of course Jake! With my whole life."

He gently kissed your lips before reaching into his pocket for a blue velvet box and got down on one knee making you gasp.

"Jake! I–"

"Baby," he whined. "I said let me do the talking." He waited for your nod to continue and did so with a sigh. "Okay look, truth be told I had a completely different speech prepared for this because.. actually I was planning to propose this December when we planned to go to Australia. I had this whole yacht lunch date planned and then an orchestra band and an after party.. but then the last couple weeks happened. And when you suggested we take a break, I.. I felt like my entire world collapsed."

Jake had tears threatening to fall out of his eyes as he looked up at you with so much love. "You are my entire world.. I couldn't ever imagine a life without you, and I don't think I could wait 3-4 more months to propose. This moment right here, this calm after the storm, it feels right. I want nothing more than to be with you forever. I– I can't promise that I'll always be a good husband even though I know you'll always be a good wife, and I'll apologize for that every single day that I'm alive, but I'm always going to do my very best to keep you happy. Nothing matters to me more than your happiness. Let me be the only man to make you happy forever Y/N. Please.. will you marry me?"

You didn't trust your voice as you could feel the sobs closing up your throat so you nodded, extending your left hand for Jake to slip the ring on; it fit perfectly.

He finally let the tears slip and came up from his position to hug you tight and you let him, wrapping your own arms around his form as you two sobbed. Jake kissed your head repeatedly. "Thank you baby, thank you for making me the happiest I've ever been."

You pulled back a little for the hug and kissed some of his tears away before kissing his plump lips. "I– I love you so much Jake I– thank you for everything."

Jake kissed you once again, murmuring an 'I love you too' as you two finished crying. He grabbed your shoes again and put his hand out to grab your now bejeweled one. "Shall we head back to our room, my fiancee?"

You couldn't help but break out into a smile at the new name. "Of course fiance... God I wish my mom was picking up my calls so I could tell her we're engaged..."

Jake laughed. "Your mom won't be picking up any calls for abouttt.. another 45 minutes," he reported checking his wristwatch.

You cocked your head at him. "Why? Is she not home?"

"She's on a plane.. to Korea.. your whole family is.. for the celebration party of our engagement. My parents are there by now too I think; Heeseung Hyung should've picked them up by now."

Your eyes widened. "What? You flew my parents out?!"

Jake eagerly nodded. "Yup! That's why we're heading back to Korea so early tomorrow morning; we have an engagement party tomorrow night with both of our families and closest friends. I got the guys to decorate it. They'll do fine right?"

You shook your head in disbelief at how this man could continuously sweep you off your feet. "Sim Jaeyun the man you are.. how many more times are you gonna woo me in this lifetime hmm?"

"Oh you have no idea baby."

[jackhues]

to be with you - jamie drysdale

request: hey could you please do a fluff with jamie where the reader is a model and she has a day off and takes care of jamie bc of his shoulder??? xxxx

requested by: anon : )

notes: this is a little short, but it's just pure tooth-rotting fluff! thanks for requesting <3

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“that smells so good,” jamie muttered, entering the kitchen.

you smiled a little, flipping the pancake in the air, before turning around and doing a little bow. “ta-da!”

jamie laughed lightly, coming forward to wrap an arm around you. you responded to the hug, taking care due to his injured shoulder.

a few games back, he’d been injured during a game, leading to a torn labrum. you’d been in monaco for a photoshoot, and were unable to get back until yesterday. since the injury was still recent, jamie had to wear a sling, keeping his shoulder in place.

“thanks babe,” he kissed your forehead, moving forward to take the pancake off the stove.

“uh, no thank you,” you quickly stepped in front of him, moving the pancake to the plate yourself.

“what was that for?” he asked, looking not unlike an injured puppy.

“you’re hurt,” you told him, patting his cheek. “and i have an off day, which means you’re not allowed to do anything. all day. except for, like, eating the food i make and stuff.”

jamie rolled his eyes as you grabbed the plate of pancake and moved around him to put them on the table.

“i can carry a plate, y/n,” he told you. “just because i have a sling doesn’t mean i’m an invalid. i’ve still got one working arm.”

“while i’m sure you’re big and strong and can do everything on your own,” you tried not to sound sarcastic, “you’re still injured and i’m not. besides, i like doing this for you. now come, eat the pancakes.”

jamie sighed dramatically, but took a seat at the table, allowing you to set a few pancakes on his plate. you hummed happily as you decorated the pancakes with fruit and maple syrup, passing them on to your boyfriend.

a soft smile took over his features at the little decorations you’d done. 

“you’re so cute,” he grinned, taking a bite. 

“that i am,” you agreed, eating your own pancake. 

the two of you finished breakfast, loading up your plates in the dishwasher. you ushered jamie to the living room, where you quickly set up the first madagascar movie.

“madagascar?” he asked.

“we can always watch the lorax,” you shrugged.

jamie made a face, “madagascar it is.”

“great!” a victorious grin took over your face as you took a seat next to him. 

jamie smiled at your happy expression, putting his uninjured arm over your shoulder and pulling you close. he brushed your hair away from your face, laughing every time you mimicked king julian. 

he’d watch madagascar a million times to be with you.

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

I hope it's ok to ask you some as well!

Top 5 QL shows you feel flew under the radar and no one talks about despite them being top tier

Ok. I don't always know what's under the radar or not. So I'm just gotta talk about my favourites that a lot of people haven't watched. Also this list will be incredible bias towards one country, because it's me, and I need everyone to know about all these stories, because I love them.

The Day I Loved You

Starting with the one that it's not like the others. And I know this one definitely qualifies as under the radar because I've been making these gif sets and they are basically only for me and one other person on here. Not complaining because I love this show and my bestie @twig-tea enjoys them as well. I adore them. And I know it's not the usual fluffy bl but it's gorgeous. So I wish more people would watch it. And there's really no excuse since it's on Youtube.

Seven Days

My very first bl. I think everyone should watch it. Cause it's perfect. Except for the hair I guess. But even that I kinda like. If anyone watches bl and has not seen this one - shame on you. I say this with love, of course. But really, everyone should watch it.

Life: Love on the Line

I love this film so much. I've watched too many times to count.This one came right after Seven Days. They love each other so much it hurts me and Akira's journey was painful but incredible to watch. And Yuki's smile is just otherworldly. Look at them on their line. 😢

What Did You Eat Yesterday?

Did you say top tier? Look no further. This show is incredible. My heart fills up just from looking at this gif. They are beautiful and I'm forever grateful that I found this show.

Kabe-Koji Desires to be Recognized

I fell in love with Mamoru at first sight. And immediatly after with the whole show. It's just Japan being Japan. Chaotic but kind. Characters that are so full of empathy that it makes my heart burst.

One more because I must include this one in all the lists

She Loves to Cook, and She Loves to Eat

PERFECTION.

Those were the first ones I could think of. But there are a lot of jbls that could've made this list tbh. and maybe even some other countries. 💜

[keep-the-wolves-close]

Steady Heart

Chapter 2: Deep Stays Down

Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton × OFC Stella Daniels

Rating: M? (Still figuring out the rating system) (might eventually be M anyhow)

Warnings: Grief, panic, language because I mean let's be honest we've all seen the show lol

Word count: 2,710

Gif credit goes to @bodybebangin (I totally can’t remember if there’s a way to transfer the gif to my post with your profile link on mobile.) Edit I figured it out and I’ll remember for the next time!

Authors Note: Thank you everyone for the interest in my first chapter! Here we are with chapter two! I hope you all like this one too! I had to split chapter 2 into two so technically there’s an extra chapter. So I think I’ll post this early 😂.

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot for being a sounding board for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, a cheerleader, and allowing me to screech at her about things that have happened during the writing process. I seriously couldn’t have gotten this far. 💛

Stella tossed the covers of the bunk back. She reached for her glasses and her phone. It was around 8:30 in the morning. She wasn’t too late, but later than she had planned. Late by ranch standards, for sure. Thankfully no one was in the bunkhouse at the time so she had free reign of the bathroom.

She came out fully dressed and ready for the day. She saw all the men out the kitchen window. ‘All of them, except one.’ She blinked rapidly and air rushed up from her lungs. It was like that thought had just sucker punched her right in the gut. The nausea came back, her fingertips and cheeks went numb. No one came for her. More so, Lee wasn’t barging in, telling her to “Get your ass up and let’s get a move on! You’re holdin’ me up, lil’ bit!” He let her get away with much more than he probably should have.

Leaning forward against the sink, she looked down and tried to catch her breath, open mouthed and salivating. She tried to convince herself to not vomit. ‘In through your nose, out through your mouth girl.’ A groan escaped her. Her eyes welled up and she sank to the floor against the sink cabinets.

Stella slammed her fist on the floor. “Fuck!” She screamed in anguish. Partly regretting hitting the floor so hard, but most of it aimed at the loss of a coworker. A friend. The thought of never seeing him again, never hearing him giving her a hard time about his brother, about how she did something with a particular horse? It hit her like a freight train. One thought after the other. There was an empty crater made by the absence of Lee. One which she didn’t even realize would be there.

She hiccupped and hyperventilated while the tears streamed down her round cheeks. Stella tried to remind herself not to pass out. She could hear Lee's voice, right after she had gotten bucked really hard for the first time. “Big breaths kid. Big breaths.” Her face contorted into sorrow. She gulped air for a minute. Slowly, but surely, her breathing came back to a better rhythm.

Standing carefully, she ran the cold water in the sink. Stella splashed her face and held the cold water around her eyes. She didn’t need to be super swollen and red going out there. Ryan would immediately sniff it out.

Fixing her hair into a bun, she closed the bunkhouse door behind her. Before she had her meltdown, she had seen from the window that John and Rip had brought out Kayce’s horse. She definitely wanted to go and watch; that horse was about to give everyone a run for their money. He listened great for Kayce though. There was something kindred between the two that she noticed yesterday. She didn’t think John would have the patience for him for long.

“Hey Rip, Mr. Dutton.” She smiled at them.

“Hey kid.”

She rolled her eyes at the foreman while laughing. “You do realize I’m 26 now and not 14?”

“Don’t do that to me, Stella-belle.” Rip pleaded playfully.

Stella jested. “What? Make you feel old?”

John grinned at Stella. “If it makes him feel old, then I feel ancient, little girl.”

“Well you do look pretty rusty with that horse, sir.” She joked because of the show the stallion put on while she walked up.

“Oh you think you can do better?” John challenged her.

“I mean, your oldest and youngest did teach me almost everything I know.”

“And who do you think they learned it from?”

“Lloyd.” Stella giggled and hopped up and over the fence. She wiped her hands on her pants. “Let me take a crack at him.”

She handed her glasses to John and said, “Don’t get your dusty fingerprints all up on my lenses, sir.” He chuckled and stepped back to the fence where Rip stood.

“You should invest in contacts, dear.” John joked. He didn’t leave the pen, just in case she needed someone to grab her out. He knew his son’s best friend could be a little reckless when it came to the horses. Lee had seen fit to mention that to him.

“My glasses treat me just fine, thank you.” She pivoted back to the mustang.

“Whoa Tank.” She said softly and outstretched her hand to him. He looked to her, but then at John behind her. He let out a short snort and stomped his front foot.

“Mr. Dutton, no offense, but get out of the pen please.” She could hear him as he shuffled his way out.

He leaned over to Rip and said quietly, “Excuse me, just getting kicked out of my own arena.” They shared a chuckle at her determination.

“I can hear y’all by the way.” She smirked over her shoulder at them. “I work with the rest of these horses nearly every day, so let me try to do my thing.”

Stella stepped forward carefully. “Is that better, bud?” He nickered gently at her, partially satisfied. She chuckled at him. “Just like Kayce,” she said softly.

She clucked twice. “Come here boy.” The stallion took his time as he decided whether or not she was going to betray his trust. Just like she would with Kayce, she let him come to her. Which, he finally broke and decided she was interesting enough.

In her outstretched hand, he placed his muzzle. She began to pet him on his velvety soft nose and forehead. Once she felt that he was comfortable and he wasn’t giving a negative reaction, she started to mess around with his saddle; giving him gentle shoulder pats every so often. She just wanted to be extra sure that if the stud tried to toss her, she would have as much control as possible.

She got close to his ear and said gently, “okay, Tank. You ready to show these boys what we’re made of?” The horse chuffed just a tiny bit, just loud enough that she could hear him. She patted his chest and placed her foot in the stirrup. Stella gauged his reaction and he made it seem like she could proceed. She scrunched her eyebrows in suspicion and gripped the horn, stepping up into the saddle. She didn’t want to pull on his back harder than she needed and piss him off even more.

She sat deep in her seat and took a deep breath. She kept the reins loose, they were split reins anyhow, and her legs soft on his sides. Her heels low to keep her center of gravity. Stella could feel the stallion’s mind brewing. She brought his head up because she didn’t want him to go between his knees.

“Well I’ll be damned,” John muttered.

“Why do you think Lee and I gave her the position to work beside him with the horses, sir?”

“It’s okay, boy. You’re doing gre— shit!” Stella grabbed the horn tight and pulled her legs close because Tank took off in a flying leap.

He bounced them both around for the longest 10 seconds of Stella’s life. He tried to flip them, but she loosened her legs and pulled his head sharp into the inside lead causing him to lose momentum. She could hear Lee screaming at her in her head to get him on the inside and get his head back from him. The stud took a step to the side to gain balance. Tank made his displeasure known as he hollered and tried to toss her more times than she could count.

Stella flexed his neck and made him move forward. She, at the very least, wanted to get him to listen to her. There was a lot of work she was going to have to put in with this one. ‘Of course Lee left me the difficult one.’ She kept pushing him forward in long strides around the arena and finally he ground to a halt with an agitated squeal. They were both breathing heavily, but she refused to let him catch her off guard again. She flexed the inside rein again.

“Come on Tank, work with me here.” He tried to step on the outside lead to get away from her direction, but she brought him back in. He allowed her to trot him over to the two man audience they had. At least she had thought it was just Rip and Mr. Dutton. Everyone else from the bunkhouse had joined in to watch the free rodeo.

Lloyd looked proud. “We could make you a rodeo queen yet, little bit.”

Stella let out a full belly laugh. “Oh my god, Lloyd. Hell no. I like where my spine is. I’ll be just fine without the buckle.”

She stopped in front of John and he passed her glasses over to her. “He’s got a lot of work ahead of him, but I really don’t think anyone but Kayce is gonna be able to do anything with him. Or at least have him agreeable. This is absolutely your son’s horse, sir.” She got down and gave Tank a few good pats on his shoulder.

John and Stella shared a look of understanding and she put her glasses back on. They both knew exactly what she meant about Tank being Kayce’s. More so, Kayce being Tank’s. She breathed a chuckle through her nose and handed the reins over to Rip.

“I’ll keep trying with him tomorrow. I’ll talk to Kayce about him if you want me to?” She offered.

She watched Rip walk off and holler out, “Jimmy! Saddle up! We’ll make you a cowboy, yet.” Bless that man for what they were about to do to him.

“Yeah Stella. You do that for me.” John directed her.

She sent a text to Kayce. Hey, you got a minute to talk about that horse of yours? When she brought her eyes back up from her phone, she almost choked at the sight before her. Jimmy was now duck taped to Tank and being given explicit directions by Rip. Stella wandered over to her brother and Colby. She heard them placing bets on the horse or Jimmy.

“That horse has a name, ya know.”

“And what would that be, little bit?” Colby asked sarcastically.

She bit back. “His name is Tank if you would have paid attention at all.” She came to occupy the space between the bro-buds and Mr. Dutton and Rip.

“Do I detect some defensiveness?” Ryan goaded her.

Stella leaned forward on the fence and placed her foot up on a rung. “I never said I wasn’t gonna put money on the horse. I just want you to use his name, is all. Respect him and he’ll respect you. Maybe.” She cracked a smile. “I put $20 on Tank.” John let out a gruff chuckle from her right hand side. “I expect both of you to pay up too.” She joked to her bosses.

Ryan hissed through his teeth at her as Rip and John guffawed at her challenge. “Stella Lee!”

“What?” She bounced her shoulders. “Alls fair. Isn’t that right, gentlemen?” She focused on Jimmy and the horse, bouncing around just like she and John had been not long before. She felt for the poor kid because they were so rough on him, but he needed to harden up some.

Silence overtook her. This is where she would have been standing while watching Lee in the pen. Ryan glanced over at his sister when he realized she had gone silent.

He leaned toward her. “You okay?”

“I will be.” She murmured back. She didn’t have the energy to get into it.

Ryan questioned quietly. “Lee?” She confirmed silently. He sighed and placed an arm around her. “We’ll get through this, Stellee. I promise.”

Her phone buzzed in the back pocket of her jeans. Pulling it out, she glanced at the message preview. If you mean my father’s horse, I guess I got some time.

She replied. You want me to call you?

“Hey, I’ll be right back. I might gotta make a phone call.” Stella announced to the men as she removed herself from under her brother's arm. She figured the barn would be the closest and quietest place. Jamie was just walking up as she made her exit, and she acknowledged him in a quick greeting.

In through the side door she went. She figured she could say hi to her baby at the same time. Abigail made a happy noise at her arrival. Stella caressed her muzzle fondly. “Come on girl, back up.” She clucked twice and gently pushed her muzzle and the bay roan moved backward. Opening the stall door, she moved inside to the cleanest part and made herself comfortable on the floor to wait for Kayce’s approval to call.

She heard movement from the front of the barn. Her eyebrows pulled together. It was past morning turnout, and it wasn’t feed time, so no one should really be in here. She went to move back out into the hallway when she faintly heard John talking to Jamie.

“Did they identify Kayce?” John asked. Stella tilted her head quizzically and stopped moving. What did they mean, “identify Kayce”?

Jamie answered. “Not yet.”

“Who are the agents we’re talking about?” John asked.

“It’s, uh, Tom Reynolds and Aaron McReary.” Jamie offered up.

John pursed his lips in contemplation. “Reynolds I can deal with. I don’t know this McReary.”

“Yeah, he lives in the south end of the valley. Word is he likes his religion.”

“As in “won’t tell a lie” likes it?”

“Yeah, that would be my guess.” Jamie exhaled heavily.

“Find out where he goes to church. Anything else?” John thought twice. “Anything else? You said there were a few.”

Jamie sighed. “The medical examiners report. You’re not gonna like it.”

“Who else has seen the report?” As John questioned his second oldest son, Stella leaned forward to try and peek out the bars of the stall.

“The only ones who have seen it, want it to change.”

“Then it’ll change.” John started walking in her direction. Stella withdrew from the bars and bent down in the front corner to avoid being seen.

“It means they’re doctors. Which means they took an oath and it wasn’t to you. No matter what we do the photographs won’t change. The body won’t change. It’ll tell the same story to anybody who looks.” Jamie started to raise his voice.

“The body is buried, Jamie. Relax.”

“Yeah, but when they see the report…”

Abigail chose the most inopportune time to snort loudly. Stella squeezed her eyes shut, fixed her glasses, and put her hand on the underside of Abigail’s stomach. She tried to convince her to be quiet.

“When they see the report what?”

“When they see –,” John spoke over Jamie.

“–You think I’m just gonna let them dig up my son?”

“When they see the report they’re not gonna ask, they’re just gonna do it, dad.”

“Don’t say it –,”

“–I think–,”

“–Don’t say it –,”

“–I think we should beat them to it.”

“Don't even think it!”

Stella could hear things getting heated. She wanted to know, but also didn’t. She looked at the stall window that faced the one back paddock for the horses. Silently she thanked God for her girl having one of the few rooms with a VIP view. She gave Abigail a pat and tried to quietly climb out the window. She accidentally leaned back against the open section and it bounced against the barn. She grimaced as her feet dropped to the ground semi-gracefully. She thought she was in the clear as she took off. Unbeknownst to Stella, John had heard the noise from Abigail’s stall on his way out.

She was gonna have to go around the barn the long way to avoid running into John. She made an immediate left to wrap back around and texted Kayce. Actually, can I just meet you at your house?

There was only a few minutes in between messages. Yeah, that’s fine with us. Stella thanked God above and darted to her car. She didn’t catch John as he peeked around the corner and watched her race off.

Comments, thoughts, commentary, and asks are welcome! Just please be gentle lol. 🤓

[sasakisniko]

Dead Boy Detective for the Netflix Show Ask

1, 6, 17 and 21

Thanks for the ask, Lilas!!! And, everyone else, here's the ask list if you want to send in some questions!

fave character

Well, this is difficult right off the bat. Most of the time, my favorite is either Edwin or Niko. But today I'm in my Charles feels. And yesterday my feels were focused on Crystal. Basically, my favorite character is the core four teens (Edwin, Charles, Crystal, and Niko). They're my sweet baby angels and I would die for any one of them.

6. OTP

This one is much easier. Edwin x Charles. They are so completely and ridiculously devoted to each other and it destroys me. These are two boys who have experienced the worst in both humanity and in the afterlife. And they are literally each other's light in the darkness. They love each other more than anything and I cannot handle it.

(this gif is mine btw)

17. how did you get interested in DBD?

I was vaguely aware of it as a show based on a Neil Gaiman thing before it came out and I was vaguely aware that the characters were on Doom Patrol (in that version they were played by Ty Tennant and a kid from Heartstopper), but I think what first interested me were some gifsets @mcbride reblogged. I'm surprised I watched it as fast as I did (usually shows end up on my to-watch list and don't really leave it for months). I also very rarely get this into shows with teenage mains (the last time was probably VM and, before that, BtVS when I was a teen). But I'm so glad I gave it a chance. And I fell in love with it pretty quickly after I started watching.

21. something in the show that made you happy

Just one thing? How it's so queer and so kind. So many of my favorite shows have one or the other (or sometimes neither, but happen to give me a ship that fits my ship niche, which this one also does), but this is one of the rare exceptions that has both. First of all, pretty much everyone reads as queer. And we also get characters who are kind, characters who want to help other people, who want to do good and be the best versions of themselves.

Thank you again for the ask, Lilas!!!

[silverstagspirit]

Where have you been? -part 2

This is the part where things start to get interesting.

Warnings: scars, mention of past injuries, swearing, missing person case stuff (is that even a warning?)

A/N:

Not my gif

-

Yuu was having the best sleep they've had in ages. They didn't think it could get any better until they were woken up by the smell of sizzling bacon. Opening their eyes, they were met with the sight of their bedroom. All their stuffed animals were still in their place. Pictures in their frames. Knick-Knacks on their shelves. Overall, their room was exactly how they left it except for one thing. In the corner of their room, there was a little picture of themselves in a picture frame surrounded by flowers. Next to the picture frame was a card that read: "We miss you." From the looks of it, this had been here for a long time, save for the flowers, that were most likely replaced once they wilted.

Before they could think of anything else thier stomach grumbled violently at the smell of the bacon. They then followed the smell to it's source. Walking through thier house led them to a laid out table with shiny cutlery and a vase full of marigolds in the middle. Their mother and sibling were already there. They smiled at you and you sat next to them. Waiting for Dad to finish cooking the bacon. "How did you sleep last night Yuu?" Your mom asked.

"Like the dead!" You replied.

"I'm glad to hear it. Last night, you passed right out in my arms, and Dad had to take you to bed. We called the police to inform them that we've found you. They said that they got a report from somebody that they saw you somewhere outside the city after dark, walking the whole way, no wonder you were so exhausted."

That got thier attention. They called the police last night? Was thier dissapearence that big of a deal?

"Also, Yuu, the police want to come over today to ask you a few questions, so just bear that in mind. You're not in any trouble. They just want to know where you've been."

"Speaking of which. Where exactly have you been?"

Thier mind just short-circuited there. Yuu had to come up with something credible on the spot to tell them. After a second they got something.

"I just woke up in the woods. It was like no time passed at all."

That somehow managed to convince them. Vil's acting classes did come in handy after all. They hope they could stay consistent when the cops showed up later for questioning. Dad eventually came through with the bacon, flap-jacks and condiments. The sight of the food made Yuu's mouth water. As soon as everyone was at the table Yuu started digging in with vigor. They hardly noticed how fast they were eating until thier dad told them to slow down. Yuu could not help it. They cannot remember the last time they had a meal like this with no strings attached. Plus, they still held the instinct to eat thier own food as fast as possible before Grim could swipe it off thier plate. They thought it would didsapear. Apparently it didn't.

It only now dawned on them now that they were still wearing the clothes from yesterday. Even the scarf. Which was a good thing. How would they explain the giant scar circling thier entire neck if they saw it. It was best to avoid people seeing thier skin from now on. However that would be difficult. What about when they go swimming? More specifically when they have to wear those tiny bathing suits that are part of the school's uniform. If they don't think of something by then, then all thier overblot scars will be put on display for the world to see. But that's for another time. Right now they need to finish thier meal then get into some other clothes.

-

"ACE TRAPPOLA!!!! CEACE EATING THOSE TARTS AT ONCE!!!"

The red-haired freshman almost dropped said tart at the sound of his housewarden's voice.

"Hey! Trey said we could have these!

"HOW DO I KNOW YOU ARE NOT LYING?!!! SHOULD I TAKE OFF YOUR HEAD TO FIND OUT?!!!!"

That tempted Ace to ask the very suicidal question of: 'Wow, who pissed in your cornflakes this morning?'.

"Riddle, it's okay, he's telling the truth." Trey intervened.

The housewarden's face went from scarlet back to pale. Trey had managed to calm him down.

"Apologies, Trey. I thought that Ace was stealing again. However it appears I was mistaken." He looks to Ace, "Be warned Trappola, Next time I will not be so merciful."

And with that last remarks he took his leave.

Ace felt annoyed after that. And it was not just him. It seems that something has been bothering Riddle lately that has him extremely unpredictable. He heard rumors that the other dorms were also acting strange, but no one would spill the answer as to why.

-

After having nice, long finally with hot water shower. Yuu went to thier bedroom to pick out clothes, successfully without anyone seeing them. They opened thier closet to the sight of all the different clothes to choose from. They got to work, grabbing deoderant, a long-sleeve shirt, a pair of trousers, a scarf, a pair of sneakers, and then throwing it all on. They did not look bad. It brought out a certain character to them that made them look almost adventurous. They liked it.

Soon after the police arrived. They were at the door talking to Yuu's parents so Yuu decided to make their entrance. The police looked relieved to see you safe. Some of them looked shocked that Yuu was actually here at all. All of them went to the lounge, where they started asking them the questions. Yuu admitted deep inside that they were very nervous during this interaction. But they kept their cool. And managed to convince all of the police officers of their explanation. According to Yuu: "They were walking through the woods one day when they took a nap under a tree. But when they woke up they were in a different place wearing different clothes and a lot of time had passed.

Their bullshitting somehow worked. Living in Twisted Wonderland taught them how to be an excellent liar. They feel almost a sense of pride that their skills have made it this far. The officers were offered coffee by Yuu's mom, but they politely turned it down. For they had another call-out to attend to, and their job here was done. Yuu was glad they made it out of that one. Things calmed down after the police left. One thing Yuu learned whilst talking to the authorities is that their missing person file was called "The case of the Black Carriage."" When asked about this name the cops replied with an explanation that the only lead to where they went was footage from a trail camera, located near where they were last seen: of a black carriage pulled by horses. It's very blurry but still discernable. Yuu recognized it as the Ebony Carriage. So they denied any knowledge about it and claimed they had never encountered it.

-

"You ready to go Yuu?"

"Yeah! All set!"

This was the day they went back to school. Not NRC, but thier old school. They had thier books, thier lunch, thier bag and thier scarf. They waved thier Mom goodbye as Dad took them to school. As they reached the school, Dad did not pull into the usual parking lot. Instead he went to the back of the school where the restricted parking was. "Dad, why are we going here? We're not supposed to be here."

"Not normally. No. But when we phoned the school to tell that you were back, they requested for you to be dropped off here today. What for? Well, I'm not sure. But good luck, Yuu."

With that, they got out of the car and were met with a faculty member waiting there to escort them. Yuu followed them to the backstage rooms of the hall where the teachers were gathered. They were all super happy to see Yuu after all this time. But the reunion didn't last long as the teachers went to go do something in the hall. Yuu waited there in the meantime. However, they could hear the sounds of students being filed into the hall and growing louder. When all quieted down, the principal announced on the microphone: "Sorry we have all gathered you here on such short notice, but we have exciting news. Someone will be joining us once again today." The principal turned to Yuu, who was standing in the wings and gestured for them to come on stage.

Yuu stepped out to see all the school at assembly. It took a split second for the students to process it, but when they saw Yuu, they all shot up and screamed in unison.

"YUU!!!"

Then it was absolute CHAOS.

-

Everyone was so supporting. Meeting with thier old classmates had been quite the tear-jerker. They thought that they would have moved on by now but no, they still remembered them and were waiting for them to come home. That made a wave of warmth flow through Yuu's heart. It feels nice to be loved.

-

This may be thier first day back, but they still have classes to do. They got to that right away after everyone had caught up.

The first class was Mathematics, not a subject most students are that happy to start the day with. But it couldn't be helped.

Sitting down in thier seats the students payed attention to the teacher. The teacher explained they were going over a new topic today. This topic was not like anything the class had worked on before so they all were in for a challenge. All ecept one. Yuu had learnt this at NRC. It was one of the many things that the students there had learned years before they came.

Yuu proceeded to finish thier paper before anyone else could. This mildly surprised the teacher, but the main importance right now is in if they got it right. The teacher read it over and Yuu had got every question on the paper, front to back, right. The teacher was not having it though.

"M()Yuu, where did you learn math like this?"

"I saw it somewhere on the internet."

"Mmm~hmm, like any student in a school like this would willingly spend thier free time learning stuff like the quadratic formula, for fun. Tell me, M()Yuu, what is the entire method to solving these equations. I want an explanation in detail. Go."

Yuu proceeded to own this teacher. Everyone sat there in shock as the teacher begrudgingly admitted they were correct. The class went back to normal, but the interaction was still the elephant in the room.

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✧Visionary

GIF by Ma3

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Part 5 of Visionary.

Pairing: Lo’ak/Neteyam x Omatikaya Reader

Summary: Two months have passed since the Sully family arrived, and you decided to go and escape this "war" they called to start a "new beginning." To seek nothing but peacefulness. With this time, your legs have gotten stronger, you're better at holding your breath longer than before, and you've even gotten closer to the Metkayina Na’vi. Except the two Omatikaya boys don’t like your closeness to one specific Metkayina boy.

Theme: Angst, confusion, lost of focus, a new discovery, riding an ilu, Teacher Tsireya! 

Extra: Adviser Ao'nung (He upgraded ya'll!)

Word count: 3k

Warning: Expect some English errors, as English is not my first language.

Part 1 of: ✧Visionary / Part 2 of: ✧Visionary / Part 3 of: ✧Visionary / Part 4 of: ✧Visionary

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The first month of staying at Awa’atlu the clan of Metkayina, you learned many things thanks to the two children of the chiefs and their friends. They taught you their culture, how things work, and the differences between your own kind. But that doesn’t mean that you are different from them because you are now one of them.

Due to your legs, you didn’t get to learn half of what makes the Matkayina clan different among the forest Na’vi. You're not a late bloomer per se. But the only thing you didn’t get to learn is how to ride an Ilu. You did get to explore every corner of the sea and the island because of Ao’nung, as he insisted on showing you.

You let him because he did teach you, and this is your payment, as he suggested. Furthermore, you also want to explore this new place. At first, Lo’ak and Neteyam are against the idea of leaving you alone with this boy, but you insisted that if Ao’nung did something, you could handle him even if your legs aren’t healed yet.

You’re a trained warrior, for fuck's sake, even if you lost one arm. You could still move.

Today will be a very different and special experience for you. Why? Well, to answer that, as soon as your legs begin to move without any support and the throb, numbness almost makes it seem like it wasn’t there, unlike before when it still hurt. You can finally ride an Ilu. Just watching them ride one made you a little bit jealous, but now you can finally ride one.

However, you still need Jake and Neytiri's approval before they let you. You don’t have anything against that; instead, it made you feel the need for their acknowledgment and let you think that you were still there with them, kicking and alive.

"How are your legs?" Neytiri asks after giving you your daily medicine.

"I feel like I could ride an Ilu now," you replied, chuckling as you swallowed the tablet.

Neytiri laughed at your remarks. She knew how much you really wanted to ride an Ilu; she could see it in your eyes. It’s already obvious as she and her mate (Jake) watch your eyes gazing from afar inside the Marui. Neytiri was glad that you were there to help any chorus, but it saddened her to see you like that.

So she promises herself that once you're healed, she won’t hesitate to let you do as you please.

You've got to thank Norm and Max for the medicine they gave you, even if it tasted bad. It helps you heal faster. To Ao’nung and Tsireya, as well, as they showed you a method to make your legs stronger and go back to their original strength. Of course you didn’t forget about Sully’s children, as they helped you walk again in a steady manner.

like a baby taking their first steps.

"Is there any numbness or throbbing?" Jake asks checking if your legs are stable enough to go and ride an Ilu or even take a short swim without support.

"Aren’t you two babying Y/N too much? She’s fine. She even got to walk on her own yesterday," Kiri snorted as they eyed her in a disapproving way.

"They’re just making sure that she could ride an Ilu. But for real, you can wait. I don’t know, maybe a week or so." Lo’ak added, eyeing you while shrugging his shoulders.

You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head before saying, "Thank you for supporting me, Kiri. Lo’ak." eyeing him as you pursed your lips.

"What I’m just looking out for you," He said he was mumbling something that you couldn’t hear, but Neteyam and Kiri heard him. That made the two of them glance at one another, giving one another knowing eyes.

Only for Neteyam to clear his throat as Kiri eyed him, she know he had the same thoughts as Lo’ak.

"So.. can I ride an Ilu?"

"Well, seeing that your legs are steady, yes, you can." You were about to celebrate when Jake stopped you.

"But it’s not completely healed yet. There are still some limitations that you need to look out for"

"Don’t worry, I will take it easy. Thank you!" You were about to hug him when you halted. Now, you don’t usually hug Jake or Neytiri; most of the time it will be Tuk, Kiri, or the two Na’vi boys.

So when he opened his arms for you, you accepted his invitation. Then to Neytiri, who almost tear down. How long has it been since they've seen you smile like that? As for the two boys watching, they couldn’t help but subconsciously smile at your big smile.

They find it beautiful, just like you. Oh, how they want to be with you... but can't, as only one could have you. They made an agreement even before they left the forest. Whoever your choice is, they will need to respect the Na’vi. However, there wasn’t any agreement that another party could join the stage. It was only for the two of them.

"This is exciting! You can now join us! There’s a lot of things I want to show!" Tuk exclaimed, tagging you along with her, excitement visible in her face.

"I know! But Tuk, can you slow down a little bit—" Your words caught up inside your lungs as you lost your balance because of her constant pulling. Your legs may be healed, but they're not completely healed yet. You didn’t blame her, as she was just as excited as you.

before any of them could catch you.

"Woah, easy~ If you do that, you might have to wait another month to ride an Ilu." If you could have seen Neteyam and Loak with laser eyes at Ao’nung, you could have scolded them again.

"Thanks for catching me. And you're right. But good thing you're there" Now your relationship with him is labeled as enemy to frenemies. Sometimes you two can be seen debating if one is incorrect or insulting one another while hanging at the seaside having a normal conversation, leading to the first sentence again.

"I’m sorry, Y/N," Tuk said with a frown on her lips.

"Tuk, it’s okay. And you're just as excited as me... Thanks to him, I could still join you."

"Yeah, thanks to him." Lo’ak and Neteyam mumble, earning a smirk from Ao’nung. Oh, how they wanted to wipe that off. Kiri, who could only give them an exhausted sigh,

"Let’s go before it gets dark." Neteyam, who quickly went to your side, removed Ao'nung's grasp from you. giving him a glare and continuing to guide you.

The first thing you know is that you are now in front of Ao’nung, calling for an Ilu. You find it amusing how they called an Ilu. Maybe you could ask Ao’nung or Tsireya to teach you. While you're waiting for an Ilu to show up, just behind you are two forest Na’vi boys watching every movement of Ao’nung.

Now they already have their own. Lo’ak and Neteyam just wanted to make sure that Ao’nung wouldn’t try to do something like last time. The last thing they knew before they called you home was when they thought Ao’nung was kissing you.

Oh, how it made them feel very dreadful inside. But in reality, it’s just the angle, as he was just checking if your breathing was right. Because your breath was quiet. For a second, he thought you were dead, though you can’t blame him as you taught yourself to be quiet, even your breathing. He leaned forward to hear it only for you to push his face away from you.

"Sorry, your just so quiet that I need to lean in to hear it. Why is that?"

"So an enemy can’t spot me easily. That’s how we hunt for prey as well."

"Huh. Hey… if ever we visit your hometown. Could you teach me?"

"I could teach you now if you want."

"Nah~ I will feel motivated if I am there. Like how you’re here now."

"You've got a point."

"See~ so, can you explain to them that we’re only discussing this and not doing any sort of stuff?"

Until now, you've found it funny and cute how they thought Ao’nung did something to you; you almost use the crutches to shield Ao’nung from them.

"You already know what an Ilu is, right?"

You deadass drop your eyes because of his remark. He almost replaced your excitement with an annoyed one.

"Yes." You replied thriftily.

Ao’nung chuckled at your reaction and then raised his hand. "I’m just making sure."

The Ilu had made its way to where you were. It was a very beautiful creature, and hearing its happy chirp made you squeal at how cute they are. Before you could ride one, or Ao’nung helped you get on.

Lo'ak moved forward, gently raising Tsireya's hand. "Hey, Y/N! Tsireya said she wants to teach you!" before she could deny it and tell you that she didn’t say it but would gladly teach you if you let her.

"Sure." You interfered, giving her a smile, but your eyes rested on their hands, and you quickly averted your gaze to look at her. This wasn’t unnoticed by Kiri.

Ao’nung couldn’t help but roll his eyes; he already knows this will happen, which made him snort at how these two Na’vi are so obvious. We know that he just wants to annoy the brothers, but he will be lying if he says that he has no affection for you. You’re the first Na’vi girl to ever be brave enough to face him, while the others quiver away from him.

Just because he is the son of the chief, are they scared of him? Or is it because they find him annoying and rude because he always pulls these pranks? But why didn’t you?

"Make the bond gently. Feel her breath, feel her strength." Tsireya genlty said teaching you how to mount one. Once you felt the Ilu bonding with you, you couldn't help but crack a smile. It reminds you of how you got I/N.

"Hold here"

The handle has the same similarity to how you ride. I/N only the difference of the two. One is surfing the sky while the other is flying in the ocean.

"Now, Y/N don’t feel pressure. Just take a deep breath." Lo’ak exclaimed, "You can do this, Y/N!" followed by Neteyam as well as Tuk and Kiri.

It made you nervous all of a sudden, having the thought that you would mess things up, so when a second passed by and you didn’t move, this made them confused, only to be replaced by cheering once you took off. What made you go forward? Who made you feel assured? Who took that nervousness away from you?

Oh, right. They should have known already. Just what did he do that they couldn’t?

"Way to go, Y/N!" Ao’nung cheered watching your success riding an Ilu. You moved forward because you had a glance at him, and when he gave you a nod, that was like the biggest hint for Neteyam and Lo’ak. They knew that they had already lost.

Kiri was eying Neteyam and Lo’ak and seeing their defeated looks; she couldn’t help but get sad because of it. She needs to talk to you after you're done, or rather, after the breathing lesson with Tsireya and Rotxo.

Even if the two Na’vi boys are happy that Ao’nung wasn’t present, their feelings of loss are still within them. This wasn’t unnoticed by you. You quickly felt the heavy atmosphere. Or maybe it was just Tsireya teaching Lo’ak to breathe.

"Imagine flickering a flame. You must slow down your heartbeat." Tsireya shared how it would be supposed to feel. For some reason, your eyes twitched when she touched Lo'ak's chest.

"Lo’ak, your heartbeat is fast. Try to focus."

"Sorry, okay."

As Rotxo and Neteyam eyed one another with knowing eyes, his eyes then landed on you, hoping to get the same reaction that you two always displayed when Lo’ak was talking to his crush. But why do you have that expression? That longing gaze and huffing sigh?

Kiri also saw this, and being the Na’vi close to you, she whispered, "Are you okay?"

Snapping yourself out of it, you finally realize that everyone is now looking at you, and without letting them ask you again, you stand up with Kiri supporting you. "I’ll go first. Riding an Ilu tired me. Haha," you lied, and as you laugh it out, you stretch your arms to cover your ears.

They will know that you lied if they see your ears twitching. It's sort of a mechanism to know if you're lying or not. Neteyam and Lo’ak were about to volunteer to bring you home, but you already sensed them from the fact that you spoke first.

"I need to stretch my legs, and this is a good way to do that."

"Are you sure? You might stumble or fall again." Neteyam said, followed by Loak, who nodded.

"Relax, If that happens, then I’ll just stand up again. It’s time for me to learn. I’ll see you back at home."

That was weird and unsettling for them. Did something bother you? That you look tired as you walk away? Maybe it was just riding an Ilu, as it was your first time riding one, but for the forest Navi, they knew something was up.

Instead of following you, they let you be. They respect you, and it is better to ask if the right time has come or if they have gotten the chance. Just like back then, after your father died, they feared that if they quickly made a move, it would trigger something.

The only good part was that it wasn’t the same thoughts, and they hope that the thoughts you have now aren’t worse than before. All they really want is to help you, and one day you will no longer hide in your past.

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You did plan to go home and rest for the day, but you encountered Ao’nung who invited you to go to the seaside.

"For a first timer, you did good riding an Ilu~" He complimented you, but rather than receiving a rolling eye or any sort of remark, you only gave him a big sigh.

"Everything okay?"

"Maybe? I don’t know... I’m confuse"

"Riding an Ilu? Or walking?" He joked only to cough it away as you weren't playing with his games.

"Can you be serious at least once?" you commented.

"Sorry… So what are you confused about?"

"...Maybe you are right about the walking part... It’s been a long time since I really walked without support." You joked around by throwing some pebbles at the water.

Ao’nung began to talk after the peddle made its last bounce, "I feel like you're confused about something else. I’m being serious now."

"How did you know if it was something else?"

"Your ears twitch; you avoid eye contact; you laugh?"

"Really?" You deadpan ask thinking if you really did that. Maybe he was right, as you did that multiple times, but on another occasion.

"And I presume that this confusion is something close to Sully's."

You thought first... Maybe it is; maybe it was just you you were confused about? All this thinking made your head hurt, so you decided to sit on the sand. "Maybe… I don’t know. I’m really confused."

For a warrior and competitive what more fast mind of a girl as you. You don’t know the answer to it. This made Ao’nung sigh while rolling his eyes. How did he admire you again? Oh, right.

"You have much time to think about that... Take it slowly and when you think about it. Then write it down so you don’t forget it. To start with, when or where did this confusion happen?" He asks, twirling his hand and figuring out the correct terms to use.

joining you on the sand.

You almost widen your eyes and are surprised that he could also be serious if he wanted to. "Are you really Ao’nung?" you ask, covering your gaping mouth. Then, eyeing you in return, he sighs, shaking his head.

You snort "Sorry, I was trying to think, but you suddenly got serious... I didn’t know you had that in you. Who would have thought?"

"Ha. Ha… so? What made you confused?" How many times did he ask that question? What really made you confuse and act like this?

It wasn’t only for today.. no, it already happened before. But you're so good at hiding things that they didn’t notice it.

It happened way back in the third week when Neteyam suddenly left early before the lesson began. You thought he was just excited and wanted to explore, but one day you saw him talking to a Metkayina girl.

It wasn’t Tsireya, as this Na’vi has a small waist line, and her hair was wrapped in a ponytail. You saw how he helped this Na'vi, and you should be smiling as he is a very kind Na'vi.

Like he is, but when she rested her arms on his forearm and then laughed at each other, it made your chest heavy. It happened again when you saw Lo’ak holding Tsireya's hand and her resting her hand on his chest.

There wasn’t wrong to that. She’s just doing what she needs to do, but after she commented on those phrases and his eyes started shaking,... That was like the final blow, or was it when Neteyam and Rotxo gave each other knowing eyes? A hint per se.

It made you curse yourself. Why do you even feel that way when, in the first place, you didn’t even acknowledge them when Kiri already told you about them and the only missing part was you noticing them and when they’re attention might now have been captured by others?

You just noticed them? How fuck up are you?

"Hello, I’m still here..."

"Can I ask you something? Hypothetically?"

"It depends~"

You simply ignore him, saying, "What would you do if you already knew that this Na’vi has feelings for you... but you didn’t acknowledge them because you were busy thinking about other stuff and this stuff is like it can’t just be thrown away?"

Ao’nung let out a huge breath as he didn’t expect that kind of hypothetical question, but he tried to think of an answer. "Whew, that’s a long question... Well, if that happens to me, wait. That’s so complicated... Give me a minute."

"Take your time, as I’m still thinking about it--" You quickly coughed as your tongue slipped, just seeing his side eye give you this, ‘Oh, so it’s you? And not any hypothetical question?’

"Just answer it."

"Well~ to start it off. It’s best if this Na’vi will help them with that stuff. Isn’t it better to have a helping hand? Rather than doing it alone?"

"But what if these Na’vi aren’t used to having any sort of helping hand? As they did it fine... until now, that is."

"Then she’s an idiot. Okay, sorry. Haha, why are you glaring at me? This is just a hypothetical." Ao’nung raised his arms, preparing himself in case you suddenly attacked him.

He then continued once he saw you sigh.

"Maybe because they are already tired and need to let this stuff out... or rather giving it away... They’re already at their limit, and the only thing that will make them feel at ease is for someone to take it away from their hands. They could give it back, but with less weight, you know?"

You couldn’t help but smile at him. He may be a jerk sometimes, but when it comes to this sort of stuff, he becomes normal. "Thanks… You just answered my question."

"So I was right; it’s not just hypothetical?" Ao’nung chuckled, raising his eyebrows at you.

"Now you've lost my momentum... and here I thought that you will be a great Omatikaya someday." You snort and roll your eyes, deciding that it’s best to go home.

As you stood up, or as he stood up first, then assisted you, and before you two returned to the village.

"Nah~ I can’t even think about myself as one. But if you think of it that way, why not give it a try? Thats if you become a Tsahik" Ao’nung jokingly said only to widen his eyes when you stared at him for a moment, titling your head.

It looks like you're giving it some thought; not only that, when you squeezed his hand, which is still holding yours,

"Sure, why not?" You took a long pause, wanting to admire his shocked look, and as you took your hand back, you quickly patted his shoulder, saying, "And that’s how you make a joke. Did I get you?"

Only for him to grunt as your joke went too far but quickly laugh.

"Yeah, you got me."

He already knew that it wasn’t him who this Na’vi girl has in mind, nor was it someone else who made her this confused. He didn’t even have to say a word to who you will throw this stuff to... He could only laugh at this throbbing in his chest and watch you walk away to go to them.

Maybe he too will need to throw some stuff for "them" to know what really happened before "they" scramble away.

‘Maybe she is right. I will be a great leader one day...'

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Ps: Don't forgot to re-blog and heart! thankeee~!!

Yey! I updated hahaha!

Oh no! What a triangle! not!! There would be like parts for Neteyam or Lo'ak when MC chooses which one is which.

Ao'nung in serious mode is very a leadership! 

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Something I will never understand...

Kinda based on what I wrote yesterday about the entire diferentiation...

You know, something I am never going to understand is the people, who will get super angry over any sort of adaption of whatever media they like. Putting Trevor in here, because I currently see it the most with Castlevania, but I might as well have put in here a gif of Lord of the Rings, the Witcher and what not. Because it is always the same. People, who have gotten to know a fandom through one form of media and then will spend so much effort into... hating any sort of adaption.

Heck, Witcher might be the best example, given that there are book fans hating on either games and Netflix series - and game fans hating the series. And... Probably also series fans who hate the games. And... I don't know.

And quite frankly, I don't get it. Because even if whatever adaption does not do it for you... So what? It did not take away from whatever the original medium you liked was. That medium did not vanish. The Witcher books did not vanish because of either adaption. Heck, contrary, they finally got translations into languages they did not get translated into before. The Castlevania games did not vanish because of the TV series. Same goes basically for any adaption. Chances are in fact quite good that a lot more people got into the original medium through the adaption - and that because of that the original medium was made more accessible to more people.

But guess what: People are gonna think twice about whether they actually want to engage with whatever the original medium was, when they got into the fandom through an adaption and all the fans of whatever original medium do is bash the adaption that made people fall in love with the franchise.

Sure, I get that at times it is frustrating when the adaption has more fans than the original medium and all you want is some fanwork and what not for the original medium.

Heck, Witcher is one of those cases for me. I read those books as a teenager and they mean the world to me. And it is not even as if I dislike any of the adaptions (well, except maybe the first game with its stupid "sexy card collection game" and what not), but I also will very firmly remain in the camp of "neither adaption quite gets the book and what it went for". And I absolutely have experienced people trying to argue something about that world and those characters... who have not read the books or even engaged with what theming there is in the games and series. But I... just ignore it.

I will watch the series as its own thing. And will play at least the second and third game on their own merrit. But yes, the books are my favorite. But... I do not spend time with hating on that stuff.

Heck, I could go on and on for hours about how I disliked what the MCU did with certain storylines frome the comics. But I don't (at least not unless someone asks me about it). Because it is just an absolute waste of time. I can rage about it, sure, but it will not change the way Disney is gonna produce those movies. All it would do is sour the mood for everyone else. The comics are still there. I can still read them. I do not need to watch Iron Man 3 or Avengers 2.

And sure... there are times, when I really get annoyed with adaptions. For example if they white wash and what not. Or just are plain bad (*coughs*Artemis Fowl*coughs*)... But why waste my time thinking and raging about something I do not like - rather than engaging with a thing I actually do like?

Maybe I am just too old for this kinda stuff. I don't know.

Kinda reminds me though of some of my old fandoms. Like Digimon or Pokémon, where with each new itaration people are gonna be up in arms about how much they hate the new thing and how much better old thing was. Going so far to just constantly attack folks who like new thing. Especially new fans, who find their way into the fandom through this.

And it is like... Yeah, you guys do a great job discouraging people from engaging with your fandom. Top. Amazing. Couldn't do it better.

I mean, sure, to me the Witcher games or the Witcher Netflix show will never reach the greatness of the books. But... to others they do. And that is fine. It is fine.

Because I know that telling those people: "You will actually never understand the greatness of the Witcher, because you like those silly games" will not get anyone to actually read or like the books.