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accio-victuuri · 3 years ago

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Hi can you provide the link to read manhuas you prefer?

Hello Anon! OMG Manhua/Manhwa Rec! Here we go! I’ve only been reading for 2-3 months (consistently), so this will be pretty limited. I will link to the legit sites. A google search will direct you to others.

Most of these are WIPs and some, sadly, are discontinued. I won’t add TGCF or MDZS here cause those are already a given. 👇🏼

• Body Electric by Dong Ye ( completed, supernatural, lots of trigger warnings and plotty )

Ba Song is the hotshot cop who’s been handed an open-and-shut case: the suicide of a young woman. Except… who commits suicide by stabbing their own body and strangling themself? There's only one man who can help him with this mystery — Bo Shan, the renowned forensic pathologist with a severe and cold personality. What's more, his body produces bioelectricity, allowing him to acutely sense bodily injury with his touch. There's an electric current between them, and each touch sizzles with energy

If you like crime dramas and stories where they solve mysterious cases then this is for you. The romance is subtle, and their relationship is not insta-love. strangers to colleagues to friends to lovers trope. This also discusses alot of issues the society has that will make you stop and think. Ba Song is really the honorable MC in here who always wants to help people and do good. While Bo Shan is the reluctant one but deep inside, he wants to make a difference too. I wish they would make a donghua or live action out of this.

• 30 year old by S-Monkey - ( ongoing, age difference, blind dates, slice of life)

Charlie Wei is a single and handsome executive. He’s also a closeted gay guy who’s been on way too many bad blind dates with women. Charlie’s still hung up on his ex-boyfriend James and is… gasp, 30! Charlie’s family thinks he’s straight and too old to be without a wife! During another bad blind date, Charlie meets the flirty Ethan, who both annoys and intrigues him. Can Charlie finally come out and find true love with Ethan or will he continue on his streak of bad blind dates?

The cover looks melodramatic but it’s really not. This is so funny! I read this because people were saying it reminded them of BoXiao. And yes, there are moments here that remind me of them, but it’s more like an AU of BoXiao. I stayed up late trying to get caught up in the chapters and you won’t realize it cause it’s just that good. I love seeing the older MC loosening up and being more of himself. and the younger one being more responsible in his career. They just become better versions of themselves because of each other. It’s so sweet!

�� I ship me and my Rival - by Pepa ( ongoing, comedy, reads like a meta )

This follows the adventures of Wei Yanzi, a third-rate actor in the Chinese entertainment industry, stumbles onto a shipping fandom for himself and another actor (Gu Yiliang) while trying to escape from the flame wars and negativity. He's so taken with this group of fans who actually see him as a good guy instead of an enemy/rival of Gu Yiliang that he falls head-first into fandom and becomes actively involved in trying to provide shipping fuel and the fans' daily dose of fluff.

IF THERE IS ONE thing you will read here, let it be this. It is hilarious. If you are a CP fan you will relate so much and it’s a good time. It just shows how people who think are rivals can actually be really good friends in real life. What we see is not always what it seems. and people will interpret things based on their bias. The MC here is so dramatic! how his inner feelings/reactions were drawn will make you laugh.

• Path to You - by Sinran (completed, slice of life, age gap fluff and comedy )

When almost college dropout Jensen attempts to drink away his problems, unemployed Nathaniel suddenly pukes on him and ruins his night. As an apology, Nathaniel offers to help Jensen with his studies. Despite Jensen's difficulties in getting along with people, the two become friends and something deeper begins to grow between them

The story is so soft. If you want something with mild angst/misunderstandings— then pick this. I love the progression of their relationship and how they take care of each other. There are other themes showed here other than the romance.

• Red Candy - by Hanse (completed season one with a cliffhanger, explicit scenes, assassins )

Shihyeon, aka “Red Candy,” is a secret agent whose code name comes from bathing in the blood of his marks on dangerous missions. Shihyeon’s tasked with seducing and obtaining intel from Hajun, a hot college professor. Shihyeon can disarm enemies, but didn’t expect to be disarmed himself by Hajun’s own tight body. Now Shihyeon’s caught between loyalty to his spy agency and Hajun. Can Red Candy survive the incoming wave of enemies and still indulge in the sweet ecstasy of Hajun’s embrace?

THIS STRESSED ME OUT MAAAN. Wow. I loved this. That season one cliffhanger. It’s definitely up there as my favorite. If you think about it, the tropes are really not original. An assassin is sent to shadow a person and they develop a relationship. That simple. But NOOOOO! There are so many things going on. The Main mystery plot, Their relationship, their shared past plus you have other sketchy secondary characters. And did i mention explicit scenes? Lots of them. I want this two to have a happy ending!!!

• Lone Swan - by Chu Man (discontinued, cultivation, star crossed lovers)

After losing his memory, Yiqiu Shen, a disciple from the decent sect meets a very special man named Luofeng Yan, who is the leader of the evil Divine Wind Cult. When escaping and conflicting with Yan, Shen gradually finds his original self as well as his previous love back. Together they rip off the facade of the martial world and reveal the hidden true

I didn’t want to add a discontinued story here, with no novel as a source material but this one made an impact on me. so. yeah. THE ART. breathtaking. The plot = layered. There are times I don’t even know who is telling the truth. It had so much potential and i hope it will get picked up again at some point. People rec this to those who enjoyed TGCF and MDZS, and they are right. 👍🏼

• Dragon in Distress by Si Wang Wen Hua - ( ongoing, dragons, past life, lost power, fantasy )

This is a story about a little Eastern green dragon and a little Western black dragon playing together.

The synopsis is pretty simple if you look at it but this one is pretty interesting. and surprisingly funny. tinie AoAo is so cute! 🤍 the other MC has tsundere tendencies tho. Lots of lore and more truths to uncover as the story progresses. I’m not giving it enough justice with how i’m reccing it, but if you like dragons and fantasy — give this a go.

• Breaking through the clouds 2: Swallow the Sea - Huaishang (ongoing, based on a novel, crime, drama, cases)

Wu Yu, a newcomer of the Public Security Bureau, is gentle and frail. He doesn’t care about the difficulties posed by Bu ZhongHua, his strict boss, and only wants to stay in the background to be paid on time with enough for food. However, no one knows that this young man’s head is targeted by top drug traffickers for a large bounty or that this courageous young man has once slaughtered the dragon of the abyss. With a chain of interlocking cases, a series of troubles come one after another. Can the two people work together to survive through the difficulties?

Do you see a pattern with me? lol. I like crime themes. This one is the same and by the looks of it, the cases they solve will take longer to unravel. I haven’t read the novel it’s based on yet so i’m just going with how the manhua is progressing. I like it when Wu Yu turns full on action-mode and when ZH takes care of him. Plus it helps that they are both gorgeous. I’ll get back this with a proper link.

• Where the Wind Stays - by Yusa (completed season one, curses, demons, possession, timeskip, explicit scenes)

To break an ancient curse that plagues the royal bloodline, young Prince Tasara is destined to be sacrificed in death. Nara is enlisted as a palace servant to carry out the prince’s execution when the time comes. But he develops a soft spot for the cursed prince, and after committing an atrocious and unforgivable act against Tasara, Nara is desperate to right his wrongs. Soon, their lascivious relationship that had been kept under wraps tests his resolve. Will Nara be tempted away from his original mission? There’s no telling how far he would go to earn Tasara’s forgiveness.

This story broke my brain, in a good way. I don’t wanna say much cause it will spoil the story. It’s the type that you gave to see and suffer through yourself. I am excited for what happens in season II!!!

Honorable Mentions:

I’m placing these here cause I have only read a few chapters and tho I liked them, I wanna read more before reccing it in full. 👍🏼

• I accidentally saved the Jinghu’s enemy

• Global Examination

• Monster entertainment

• Demon Apartment

And that’s it! Hope enjoy Anon! 😊

#ask response #rec #manhua rec #manhwa rec

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perriewinklenerdie · 4 years ago

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Yours. Mine. (Ethan Ramsey x f!MC)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Claire Herondale

Word count: 4 k

Summary: Chapter 20 rewrite. Ethan and Claire share a night of passion, then define their relationship.

Warnings: NSFW

A/N: My two idiots are now officially dating. PB could never.

He’s never felt this kind of hunger before. He couldn’t quite explain it, but the notion of even an inch of distance between them drove him mad.

His lips found hers in an instant after the decision to move to the bedroom was made. They were going to have endless occasions to make good use of every surface possible in his apartment, visible to the public way below them or not. But not tonight. Tonight, was about them.

Claire’s body fit against his like two pieces that were designed to be together. Layers of fabric between them interfered with the transmission of the warmth of their skin, but the way their lips moved against each other created enough heat between them to make up for any losses.

Her fingers lost themselves in the strands of his hair, brushing them back and pulling on them with slightly increasing strength. All the while, Ethan searched in blind desperation for the doorknob to his bedroom. Sighing in relief when he finally found it, he threw the door open, neglecting to close them after they entered the room.

His hands, now that they were free again, grabbed her hips to grant himself the leverage he needed to turn them both around, then push her onto his mattress. He stared at her for a little while, a feeling of pride and warmth spreading through his entire body as he watched her look up at him, spread on his bed with an inviting smile. Lowering himself on his arms, he leaned close enough to make their noses touch, teasing her with the promise of a kiss.

“Now you’ve got me all to yourself.” He muttered, grinning widely at how her eyes lit up because of his words. Claire hasn’t made a single move to change their current situation, observing him, amused.

“Just the way I like you. Though, there’s one small problem…” trailing off, she ran the back of her finger along the lapel of his jacket, sighing thoughtfully. “You’re still wearing clothes.”

“Funny, I was about to say the same thing.”

“Then I guess we’ll have to help each other out. Don’t you think?”

Smugly, he smiled down at her, nodding his head before diving in to kiss her, every move of his lips against hers sending a spark of fire through her. Every nerve ending in her body came alive, making her even more responsive to his attention than usual.

With a steady hand, Claire reached for the button of his jacket, pushing the material out of the way as soon as it was made possible. Delicately, she brushed her palms over his arms, covered by the sleeves of his shirt, feeling the warmth and the strength of his muscles that were holding him up above her. Once she reached the buttons of his shirt, she didn’t waste even a second, working them hastily, searching hungrily for any patch of his skin she could touch.

As soon as that piece of clothing fell to the ground and Ethan’s arms weren’t constricted by it, he let his hands wander her body, all the lines and curves he had committed to his memory by now. Once he reached the hem of her dress, there was no hesitation in the way he quickly dragged it up her body and over her head, discarding it somewhere over his shoulder. The underlying feeling of voraciousness followed them everywhere they went that night and was present in every, even the smallest move they made. It was new for both of them; felt like something between them has changed, for better.

Claire’s hands reached for his belt, unbuckling it hastily and discarding it onto the growing pile of their clothes. His pants followed soon after; a choked gasp slipped past his lips when she brushed the growing bulge between his legs as she dragged the zipper down.

Their underwear came next, both of them rushing to expose each other’s bodies, staring shamelessly at every newly uncovered part. His fingers itched to touch her everywhere, but he knew that if he got started on that even a second early, he’d be a goner and it would all be over too soon.

Ethan leaned over her once again, his breath brushing against her neck as he spoke. “Claire, I need you.” he slowly moved himself up her body, kissing her cheek softly, then whispering against her skin. “Now.”

Reversing his previous movement, he descended towards her neck, sucking on her flesh there, then soothing it with his tongue. His lips skimmed over the rise and fall of her breasts, moving lower to focus on the soft line between her hipbones.

At the same time, his hand found its way to the apex of her thighs, brushing against the soft skin there before finding her clit and applying a steady rhythm of pushing and pulling away, increasing the pressure slightly every time. Her breaths were getting shorter, a clear indication that the bursts of energy rocked through her core, induced purely and singlehandedly by Ethan. It was at that moment that her mind threw an idea at her, making her sit up slowly, causing him to stop.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, concern coloring his words. Claire nodded her head, grinning as she stood up. He followed suit, running his hand up and down her arm as she explained what caused her to request a pause.

“More than okay.” A suggestive smirk on her lips was all the convincing he needed to silence his worried thoughts. She squeezed his arm, then took a few steps back towards the door. “I just thought this occasion deserved a little something extra. More specifically…” winking at him, she ran to the kitchen, fetching a can of whipped cream, shaking it as she came back into the bedroom. Swaying her hips to tease him, which worked like a charm every time.

“Whipped cream? What are you going to do with that, make us sundaes?” Ethan’s confusion gave its manifest when he eyed the can suspiciously, then melted away to make space for the affectionate banter they participated in more and more these days. “I already have a sugar high; you’re sweet.”

“Aren’t you adorable, too.” Claire laughed, pecking his chin softly, then danced her way around his body, Ethan turning towards her like the sunflower towards the sun.

Instead of telling him what the cream was for, she decided to just show him. With a mischievous grin, she sprayed a line down the middle of his chest, stopping it just below his belly button.

Watching him catch onto her line of thoughts was delightful. His face lit up in recognition, his lips curling into a smirk and eyes darkening at the vision of what his immediate future might hold.

“I think I get your meaning now.”

Her hands wrapped around his shoulders, giving him a gentle push to drive him up against the wall. Without saying a word, she kissed his neck, slowly making her way down towards the line of cream, following it thoroughly and painfully slowly. Almost like she was making him wait for it on purpose, which, for the record, she absolutely was.

When she, eventually, reached the end of the line, the anticipation was almost enough to make him come undone. Their eyes met, the dim light of the room making their irises appear even darker. With one final playful look, she pressed her lips to the tip of his length, the touch featherlight, but enough to evoke a surprised gasp from Ethan. Her tongue ran along the underside of it, teasing him with a series of sensations that made him gasp, but weren’t enough.

Ethan muttered her name like a prayer, watching her with intense eyes. The sound made her finally wrap her lips around him, moving down slowly. Inch by inch, she took him in, retreating and then going back, guided by the way his breathing faltered with every move of her tongue and every squeeze of her lips.

Her pace picked up, mirroring the way his hips started to move along with her mouth, his moans being carried through the entire apartment. Ethan’s fingers stroked her hair, a soft contrast of the two very different but connected emotions: desire and affection.

Feeling himself getting too close to the edge, he guided her away from him and onto her feet, picking up the can himself. Their eyes locked in a giddy stare, the lightness of being able to be together without a single worry adding another layer to the moment.

“My turn.”

Claire’s eyebrow shot up in surprise and she was about to say something, but she never got the chance. Ethan sprayed a bit of whipped cream onto his index finger, then pressed the tip of it to her lips, nodding for her to open her mouth. She defied him playfully, pressing her lips together tightly and shaking her head.

Seeing as he was going to use a different mean of persuasion, he leaned towards her ear, whispering hotly. “Open your mouth, Claire.” He bit her earlobe, then kissed her right below her jaw. That seemed to do the trick; she flashed him a wide grin, then loosened up the muscles of her face, allowing him to push his finger into her mouth gently. “Ah-ah.” He shook his head when she bit his finger teasingly, a wide grin displayed on both of their faces. “No arguments.”

Nodding, she wrapped her lips around his digit, sucking on it gently before letting it go, all without breaking eye contact with him. The act had a bigger impact on him that she could have expected, causing him to spin them around, pressing her against the wall with his entire body, his lips hanging over hers.

She stole one kiss from him after the other, getting drunk on the taste of him, utilizing every moment she had while he strategically planned where to put the whipped cream on her body. He pressed his finger to her lips when he made up his mind, taking half a step backwards to give himself enough space to make his idea come to life.

The first contact with the cream caused her to gasp, the cool sensation sending an unexpected spark down her spine. The line didn’t follow any specific path, except for the parts in which it bordered with her nipples, giving her a hint regarding his plan.

It seemed like a payback of some sort. Ethan followed the trace he left at an even slower pace than she did when the roles were reversed, paying attention to every part of her skin he stumbled upon. When he reached her nipple, he licked the cream right off, then took the sensitive flesh into his mouth, sucking and biting softly, giving it all the attention he didn’t give when he first kissed her body that night. Moving towards the other breast, he repeated the action, rolling the neglected one between his fingers to stimulate her further.

The sensory overload wiped her mind clear, leaving nothing else than what she was feeling and experiencing right in that moment. She waited just until he licked the last drop off her body, then gripped his head and pulled him all the way up to make their lips meet in a deep kiss. Ethan hummed deeply, falling into her arms and kissing her back with just as much fervor.

Claire’s hand trailed down between their bodies, gripping his length with her fingers and moving them slowly. “I need you.” she paused, squeezing him a bit tighter, echoing his own words from just minutes ago. “Now.”

She could feel his smile more than she could see it, with both of them occupied in a longing kiss. He guided her back to the bed gently, maneuvering them both while holding onto her hips. Delicately, he helped her lie down on the mattress, climbing in right after her. He threw one leg over her hips, straddling her to keep them both in place. With light touches, he traced the lines of her waist, looking down at her and waiting for her to say what she wanted.

Sitting up as much as she could, she stroked his broad shoulders, then continued up towards his face, gripping it between her hands and pulling him closer. “Don’t hold back.” She spoke clearly to get her message across, then leaned back against the bed again, sliding her palms down his chest, smirking suggestively. “Get rough.”

His breath caught in his throat; if he were standing up, he was positive his knees would give out from underneath him. “You have no idea how hard it’s been to control myself this long.” he muttered, already leaning down to grant himself access to her upper body.

Ethan brushed his teeth against her collarbone, testing the waters, before nipping at the soft flesh of her neck, pulling a surprised breath out of her. Her hands wandered towards his hips, trailing off towards his sides from time to time.

“Now that I can finally let go…” he continued, breaking the sentence off in the middle again. He bit down, sinking his teeth into her harder, with force that wasn’t enough to cause any harm, but was just right, making her gasp for air at the delicious sensation. Creating such a stark contrast, blurring the line between pleasure and pain. The sound she made caused him to halt and lean back slightly to look into her eyes. “Too much?”

“Not enough.”

Smiling down at her, he went back to his previously occupied spot, continuing his path along the side of her neck. His teeth bit and pulled on her skin, sending short sparks of pain through her, only for the pleasure of his kisses to follow, soothing the skin with his tongue.

“Yes…” her moans were like a road map for him, telling him just how much strength to use and just how much pressure to apply to make her say his name again. She pressed her hand to the base of his neck, pulling him closer to her, and bent her legs, her lower body rising off the bed, brushing against his. The gasp that left Ethan’s mouth was like music to her ears.

That’s how they found their balance. His every bite made her hips snap up to meet his, making them both moan, much louder than they usually did. Everything felt magnified, as though they both felt like a significant change was coming, and every touch, every kiss, felt groundbreaking.

“Ethan.” Claire muttered, squeezing his neck slightly. He leaned back, his eyes taking her in hungrily. Her nod was all she needed to do, kicking them both into the higher gear.

He caught the wrist of her unoccupied hand, pressing it against the bed and holding it there. His other hand disappeared between them, guiding himself to her. Eyes locked with hers, he entered her in a swift motion, catching her gasp with a heated kiss.

Wasting no time, he stared moving, searching for the rhythm they both desired. His thrusts were precise and gaining strength, his hand holding onto hers tightly. The buildup made them impatient, neither of them willing to wait for things to escalate on their own.

“Fuck…” he growled when she sank her nails into the skin of his neck, pushing him down against her, the kiss getting rougher. Pleasure and pain were mixing into an intoxicating concoction, blinding them both with its intensity.

Their pace picked up significantly, pushing them both further towards the point of no return. The more he gave, the more she took, digging her nails even further into his skin and dragging them down to his shoulder blades, leaving scratches that would without a doubt take days to heal. A satisfied groan the sensation elicited from him told her he wouldn’t mind wearing her marks.

Ethan’s thrusts gained speed, their bodies overtaken by shivers that each spark of ecstasy initiated. Claire writhed beneath him, biting her lip softly at the heavenly feel of him against her. Each move they made sent waves of heat through her, the intensity making her feel lightheaded.

“Claire…” Ethan panted, dropping his head to hide his face in her neck. “Yes…” a long moan of his rang in the room when she wrapped her leg around him, pushing him into her even further. Determined to hear him cry out, she waited for the right moment, then squeezed her inner muscles, making him stumble and fall into her arms momentarily. “Yes!”

Any remaining thoughts either of them had, had vanished. The intensity had them both in its vice-like grip, like never before, their nerve endings receiving so much stimulation that the sparks might as well have been literal.

“Ethan, I… I’m…” Claire gasped, grinning as she looked up at him, waiting for him to look down at her again. The indication in her voice was clear; Ethan got the message without missing a beat, going back up to face her fully.

Chasing release with wild abandonment and needing to hold onto something, he grabbed her other hand, pinning it to the bed, their hands now locked on either side of her head.

“Give it to me, Claire.” His thrusts pressed her deeper into the mattress, the speed and strength of them being the final push she needed to reach her high, crying out his name and letting the air carry it through the empty space of the apartment. Like a tidal wave, it washed over her, never receding, but pushing her further, each lick of flame magnifying the last one.

Desperate to release the built-up tension, Ethan continuously snapped his hips against hers, panting heavily at the feeling of her giving him one squeeze after the other. Claire pressed her lips to his, moaning breathlessly in between kisses, while maintaining the rhythm of her thrusts to push him over the edge.

“Make that sound again.”

“Feel it.”

“Come for me, Ethan.”

Choking on air, he finally reached the peak, moaning her name and shaking in her arms as the climax rocked his body. Holding onto her hands, he rode out the last bits of the mind-blowing ecstasy, then he fell onto her, releasing his hold on her wrists and wrapping his arms around her middle to pull her closer.

It took them solid few minutes to catch their breath, their bodies still sensitive from the overload of stimulation. They somehow managed to get themselves under the covers, his hold on her still as secure as ever. Claire’s head was resting on his pillow, eyes focused on the ceiling as the details of what they just did replayed in her mind.

“That was incredible.” Ethan laughed, turning to look at her. He heard her giggle, his eyes founding hers when she twisted in his embrace and touched her forehead to his.

“You’re incredible.” Leaning down just a fraction, she brushed her lips against his before retreating to look at him again. Her face was gently illuminated by the faint lights of his bedroom, but he still could make out the expression of utter happiness and a bit of disbelief that was displayed on it. “I can’t believe I get to do what we just did whenever I want.”

Ethan hummed, tightening his hold on her waist. He had trouble believing it himself if he was being honest. Long gone were the days in which he had to restrain his need for her; he could be with her openly now, for as long as they’d like, doing whatever they’d like. The idea used to be just a mere fantasy of his that he often revisited in his dreams but was almost certain he’d never get to experience in real life. Now that it was his reality, he couldn’t start living it soon enough.

“It takes a little while for it to sink in, doesn’t it?”

“I don’t think it has, yet.” Grinning, she climbed up his body to press a lingering kiss upon his lips that gained intensity faster than either of them expected. “And on that note, I think it’s time for round two.”

“Mad with power, are we?” he teased her, biting down a low moan that almost slipped out of his lips when she pressed her hips to his in a suggestive manner.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want more of what we just had.”

He gave her an enigmatic smile, kissing her again and pushing her onto her back for the third time that evening. Before her hand could travel anywhere, he muttered against her lips.

“I always want more of you.”

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Four hours and a few more rounds later, they were sitting on the edge of the bed in a dark room. Lights were turned off, the only source of it being the moon that kept on disappearing and reappearing from behind the clouds.

Her frame was covered by his shirt, hanging loosely off her shoulders, leaving not much to his imagination. Well, he didn’t need his imagination to know just what the fabric he owned was covering, but the view was to die for.

Ethan extended his hand to her, pulling them both up and towards the window, overlooking the bay. He guided her to stand in front of him, his arms wrapping around her waist, hugging her from behind.

“So many people live here.” He muttered, his words muffled by her hair. Claire hummed, leaning back against him. “And yet you’re here with me.”

“What are the odds, huh?” she teased, turning around to face him. Fully expecting to see the smile on his face, she was surprised to see the serious expression instead. The moon reflected in his eyes, giving them a softer tone.

“I want you all to myself.” Ethan whispered, his hands stroking her back softly. Claire felt another witty remark at the front of her mind, but judging from the look he was giving her, she knew that’s not what he meant. With a nod, she responded, the corners of her mouth rising slightly.

“I’d like that too.”

Some tension left Ethan’s body, but he was far from considering himself relaxed. It was the moment of truth for him; something he’s been wanting to say for weeks now but could never find a proper occasion to do so. Leaning his head a bit further down, he looked deeply into her eyes.

“I want to be your partner.” He held his breath, giving her time for any sort of reaction. She didn’t push him back, didn’t reject him, just looked up at him with shining eyes, full of trust. “For me to be only yours. And for you to be only mine.”

Claire’s eyes stung with unshed tears that wouldn’t remain unshed much longer. The warmth that spread in her chest was enough to provide heat for the whole city; that’s how much she adored him. Her mind felt fuzzy with emotions, throwing a million of thoughts at her.

Ethan held his breath as he waited for her to say something, focusing on the way the bright light of the moon brought out the contours of her face. He wanted it; for everyone to know, officially and without a shadow of a doubt, that they were each other’s. He’s never seen a smile more beautiful than the one she was giving him in that moment.

“There’s nothing I want more.” She nodded, throwing her arms around him, and pulling him into a tight hug, hiding her face in his neck. From this day forward, they were officially together. They were going to be okay.

Notes

In my mind, that’s how OH2 ends. That’s the only ‘we’re going to be alright’ I accept. It’s been a ride, let’s hope OH3 is a roller coaster that will snatch our collective wig.

Denise, think the balance is still in place? :D

#open heart #playchoices #ethan ramsey

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rhetorical-ink · 4 years ago

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BNHA Chapters 298 - 302: "JUST WATCH ME." [MANGA SPOILERS]

Horikoshi really loves family drama, doesn't he?

I'm not complaining; while we meme the Keeping Up with the Todoroki's and joke whether Deku is the actual protagonist or not at this point (remember, he joked Shoto was more like a typical Shonen MC), Horikoshi does an excellent job with using the Todoroki family to represent themes of forgiveness, retribution, abuse, and how the family of a hero functions in the "ranked" hero society of BNHA, and how it can and does have negative implications.

There's been a lot of posts about the Todorokis, but one thing that stands out to me is that phrase above. "Just watch me."

The idea of how Endeavor, Shoto, Dabi, and the Todorokis are "seen" is something Horikoshi has done with intriguing implications...and is interestingly tying Hawks to as well in all this.

SHOTO:

I like that Chapter 298 starts with this shot of how Shoto has "seen" his father. There is SO much on this page to unpack: How Horikoshi frames the side of Shoto's scar with Endeavor and his scar instead, how Shoto only sees his father's back while he's on hero duty, and can't see the face of his father, and then, conveniently -- how Hawks is in this page as well. That's not a mistake or random coincidence on Horikoshi's part.

And in comes Dabi to complicate the situation (in true, "extra" Dabi fashion). Shoto makes the connection that Dabi is how Shoto viewed himself, full of rage and hatred -- until he met someone like Deku, who helped him see past all of that. I like that we at least get a tie-in to our main character of the series. Pat yourself on the back, Horikoshi.

It's also interesting to note the text that Dabi's "been watching" -- again, Just Watch Me -- the family this entire time, waiting to strike; even sending villains to attack the Todoroki family and actively try to dismantle it.

If anything, Dabi only strengthened Shoto's resolve to aid Endeavor. Shoto saw first-hand just how rattled his father became when confronted by Touya's existence. He even called Endeavor "dad" for the first time. He realized that Dabi was who Shoto could have become -- it's a neat parallel to the High End Endeavor fought; Enji related that Nomu to a "possible future" that could have happened to him. Shoto is viewing Dabi the same way.

By the end of Chapter 302, we get Shoto reaching out to offer his hand in helping Endeavor confront and stop his brother from hurting more people. However, notice Shoto still cannot face his father directly; his eyes aren't meeting the sobbing ones of Endeavor. He can't "just watch" his father yet. But it's a nice callback to him telling Deku that "even heroes cry sometimes," and that he doesn't think of Enji as less of a hero for crying.

DABI AND ENDEAVOR:

Dabi is shown in these chapters to be looking over his new burns; you can see in how Horikoshi shades them in how they've grown on his body. I put Dabi and Endeavor together in this section because both are quite similar. Notice, too, on this page that Dabi is asking his family to "take a real good look at me..." Just Watch Me, again.

Endeavor is not meant in these chapters to get off free for his actions; the abuse he administers and his descent into obsession are on full display for us the audience to see. But so is the descent of Touya as well. Of course, Touya is a product of his environment and genetics, as he says himself he inherits a lot of his personality traits and power from his father, which is intriguing because he's quite self-loathing about it in expressing his hatred toward "Enji Todoroki," whom (like Shoto) he can't "see" as his father, now.

It's worth noting these two pages back-to-back and Horikoshi does an amazing job conveying emotions in just the eyes of these characters, with hardly any dialogue:

Innocence in Natsu and Shoto, the growing cold apathy in Touya, the obsession and desperation in Endeavor, how All Might is portayed as emotionless with his eyes blacked out, Rei's fear and hopelessness in the situation of it all, and then finally the very notion of Dabi crying.

That when Dabi gets emotional, he can't stop crying.

Horikoshi tying the one thing that allows Dabi to show emotion be the one thing he forcibly removes is masterful. I predict by the end of this series Dabi having streams of blood running down his face in place of tears, and I'm not sure I'm ready for it.

And then, there's this page:

The "Look at me" panel here is basically a parallel of Endeavor's "Just Watch Me" from the top of this and it gives me chills. Horikoshi tries to put in little pumpkin-headed baby Shoto for levity, but the damage is done. This is truly the moment that Dabi is born. The proceeding chapters are just more on his development.

It's an interesting symbolic contrast: Endeavor's "Just Watch Me" was his first phrase as the #1 hero, a status he had always dreamed of -- while Touya's "Look at Me" is his first phrase as a villain, a status created from his dreams being crushed.

And for one final moment where Horikoshi utilizes that "look at me" moment with the Todoroki family, there's these moments from Chapter 302:

The usage of light, shadows, and how the characters are "looking" is again, masterful. Rei barely being able to look Enji in the face -- except to call him out on running away from the problem -- Endeavor's face either being in shadows or turned away from Shoto and the others, alienating himself; Shoto wide-eyed and facing the situation with innocence; Touya, originally with his face not shown to the camera -- we finally see that while playing with his siblings, he was indeed watching Endeavor and Shoto. That he's always been watching, as Shoto noted previously.

HAWKS:

And then there's the honorary member of the Todoroki family, Hawks, who conveniently slides himself into the drama throughout these chapters. When Hawks was introduced, it was alongside Endeavor as the new #1 hero, and it was revealed at the time (during the Nomu fight) that Hawks had also "always been watching Endeavor." The difference is he was watching Endeavor fail to become the #1 hero, despite all his years of trying; whereas Shoto and Touya watched Endeavor fail as a father for several years, and seemingly not trying. Fun parallels, right?

But that's not the only parallel Hawks has with the Todoroki's and the symbolism of "sight." If you look in Chapter 299, you'll notice that despite the seemingly clairvoyant eyes that Hawk's mother has; a trait that Hawks inherits through his feathers, she never directly looks at Hawks (until a moment below) and like Endeavor, Hawk's father has his back to his family most of the time.

In fact, the only time the mother actually "looks" at Hawks is when she tells him that his abusive father was arrested by Endeavor. Notice the way that Endeavor, the hero, is shown looking at Hawks in this moment:

Hawks has always been an interesting and engaging foil to Dabi -- it's poetic; the son of the villain becoming a hero as the son of the hero becomes a villain. No wonder Hot Wings is such a great ship, right?

But the way Hawks "sees" Endeavor is different than Shoto and the others. I do find it interesting that Hawks asks Endeavor if he gave Shoto the scar on his face, and doesn't seem horrified by Endeavor's acts. Maybe that's because he's blinded by the "hero" version of Endeavor that he used to cope through his own abuse as a child? If so, the concept of being "blinded" while watching is an intriguing concept.

In any case, Hawks is serving a a bridge between the Hero Endeavor and the father Enji and connecting those two personas together alongside the Todorokis, specifically Shoto. The phrase "Just Watch Me" is going to become even more important now that all eyes are literally on Endeavor and his next move as the #1 hero.

I'm curious at this point how Endeavor, Hawks, the Todorokis, and Best Jeanist (who is just a proxy in all this denim drama) will respond to the demand for a statement. I'm sure Horikoshi is going to put a positive spin on it for the sake of our heroes...and it's going to drive Dabi even more insane.

But more insanity and pain? That's Horikoshi's style, right?

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simpmeon · 4 years ago

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Red: Sunlight

Pairing: Any Demon Brother x Gender Neutral MC, Diavolo x Gender Neutral MC

Genre: Angst/ Smut

Word Count: 4k

Rating: R

Warnings: Cursing// // Blood // Violence

A/N: SO SORRY ABOUT THE LONG AWAITED SECOND TO LAST CHAPTER OF THIS SERIES! I APPRECIATE ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT!!!! I was having a lot of mental health issues and between working two jobs and falling out of Obey Me for a hot minute, I just never found the time or motivation to continue the story. BUT!!!! I FINALLY DID!!! (I kinda speeded through writing it so it may not be the best in actual writing but plot? A+) ENJOY!!!!

You loved him. Since the minute your feet hit the smooth stones of the RAD Student Council Room, you were lovestruck. He was the ray of sun that shone brightly against the never-ending night of Devildom.

Maybe dying was the best thing to ever happen to you. Because without the darkness, you would have never found your sunlight.

The Fall // Rebirth // Betrayal // Companions // Revenge // Sunlight

Dying is something that should not be familiar. You should not be familiar with the sensation of your soul slipping through the living world’s veil and the now cold darkness of death. Can you die twice? Where will you even go? You felt like you were swimming in syrup, darkness covering your senses. You could see your wings lifted high above either side of your head, your arms swaying lazily through the darkness. You could hear your name being said over and over, but you could never make out who or why it was being said. Your body was cold. Everything waes cold. Through your stupor you can see the familiar white glow of life casting a soft shine on your face. You can see the light start to fade slowly into the darkness of the void around you, almost as slowly as you descended further and further into the substance that enveloped you. You closed your eyes, trying to except the fact that this is the best option for everyone. Maybe your death should be a permanent fixture.

After all you disgraced the great prince, and will probably disgrace the great king. You’re a monster. Nothing more and nothing less.

Monster...

The word felt like a whisper. You do not even know if your mind said it or not.

N...not.....

You could see light hitting your eyelids, turning your vision red. Sweet death has you wrapped around their hand once more.

Not a monster....

The voice was clearer than before, as if the person who was speaking to you was closer to you. You slowly opened your eyes, and saw the bright white light illuminating your feathers. You could barely make out the shape of a face in the light, but there was one there.

Y/N please....you’re not a monster....you were never a monster.

You suddenly got s shot of adrenaline as the face became clearer and you could see his face. Diavolo’s face, laced with concern, tears falling down his cheeks. You knew he was never an angel, but surrounded by the halo of light, he looked like one. He was in his demon form, the horns twisting in the shadow of the light. You could feel the warmth of his hands on your cold body, a hand cradling your head, another wrapped around your lower back between your lower wings.

You struggled against the sticky substance that kept you bound to your descent, trying to force an arm free to touch him. You struggled so much and so hard you broke a sweat and tears stung your cheek. You felt an arm break through the substance, as if you were breaking through the top layer of water in an ocean. The air was cold around your arm as you continued to drive yourself through the liquid, chasing the light and the man who made you feel whole again. Perhaps you were another Icarus foolishly chasing after the sunlight, refusing to accept your death shall you actually touch the light. Your head breached from the liquid, your wings following. They were twisted and mangled, but they knew where to carry you. You clumsily spread them and twisted them against the strong wind of the void, tears streaming as your clawed your way through the air streams, nothing but the warmth of Diavolo keeping you strong.

No you can’t die. Not yet. You had a beautiful prince to marry, a kick ass demon form...a chosen family who loves you more than anything in this world. The light was becoming blinding to you now as you went deeper and deeper into the warmth. A smile spread across your face as his face got closer and closer to your arms.

You could feel your wings stretch out as you picked up speed to hurtle yourself into Diavolo. He was sunlight in the darkness of the ocean. His love for you is like sunlight when all hope is lost. Your wings gave a triumphant flick, as if they shed an old skin and are new. The void around you disappeared as your vision was covered in light all around you. You felt warm again. You felt alive again. You closed your eyes as you flew at top speed towards the man you will have a forever with.

Y/N .....please come back to me...

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There was sharp intake of breath as you shot awake, the crisp Devildom air burning your lungs and esophagus. Your arms acted without your command and wrapped themselves around Diavolo, your sobs drowning out anything he could say. All he did really was gingerly wrap his arms back around you, his gentle fingers toying with the feathers of your wings.

“Y/N....” He whispered into your hair as the sobs started dying down. “Please tell me this is not some cruel joke....”

“Diavolo.....it’s me.” You pulled back from his arms to get a good look at his face and the state he was in was heartbreaking. His auburn hair was tossed about, scratchy hairs have sprouted on his chin, and the dark circles under his eyes highlighted his amber eyes, making them almost glow against the darkness. He looked so withered down and exhausted. He breathed a sigh of relief, some of his own tears falling as he brought you into his arms again. His skin was warm to the touch, and after the bitter cold you were just suffering in, to have him wrapped around you like this was comforting. The silence between you two was comforting and suffocating. So much needed to be said, but both of you were too tired to say anything, more interested in tracing patterns in between each other’s shoulder blades.

“How long has it been....” You finally asked, your cheek against his chest. He sighed again and kissed the top of your head, playing with your hair.

“Almost a month. You know it would have been a month tomorrow on the dot but now I’m left to suffer at the thought of you being in a coma for 30 days, you couldn’t have waited until tomorrow to make it a nice even number?” He jested, but the joke had a somewhat hollow tone to it.

“A month?” You whispered. You could not believe that almost a month has passed since you were last wrapped up in his arms. That’s when you took to notice the scenery around you and you felt a wave of shock rush through you as you saw the familiar tree and the canopy bed. You looked over at your desk that has remained untouched since you left Devildom as a human, only to return as a demon. You were in the House of Lamentation, but the walls seemed too quiet for your liking.

“Where is everyone?” You asked Diavolo, trying to lift yourself from the mountain of covers, a panic swelling in your chest before Diavolo stopped you with a soft, yet curt push back down into the bed.

“They’re at RAD right now, no need to worry.” Diavolo responded, kissing your cheek. Your cheek felt warm from where his lips connected to your skin. Comforting in your state of shock. “They’ll be back soon enough, and I’m sure each one of them will do their checks on you.”

“Checks?” You asked, looking at his tired eyes.

“Yes my love, one of them comes in for about fifteen minutes at the top of the hour. Just to check your vitals or if it’s Lucifer, he usually takes about forty five minutes debriefing me on any new news in Devildom while also checking on you.” He explained, smoothing the hair out of your face. His fingers were feather light against your skin.

“And where were you during all this?” You asked curiously, already knowing the answer. How can you not, with the state he was in. He let out a small chuckle before placing his lips to yours softly.

“Praying for you to wake up. Imagine that. The future King of Hell...praying. I swear Lucifer almost wet himself when he walked in on me doing so. Thought I was going to burst in flames.” He chuckled, your noses rubbing together gingerly. “The damage done to your body was so severe I was surprised you even managed to breathe.”

You stared at him, puzzled. You felt okay now, certainly not the greatest, but you have been through much worse in terms of pain.

“What do you mean-” You asked, trying to sit up again, but Diavolo pushing you down again.

“Well after you broke a certain brother’s arm into over a thousand pieces, you just started clawing at yourself and then shot straight into the air. Of course there’s a glass ceiling in the royal ballroom so there was quite a bit of damage from the glass, and with the cold air I’m pretty sure that did not help matters. Of course I immediately followed you, the brothers could take care of the party with Barbatos and Simeon. You’re flight pattern was super erratic and I could barely keep up with you. You started yanking out your feathers by the fistful and that’s when you suddenly dropped. You were far higher and farther away than I was, so I pushed myself to get to you in time, but unfortunately you already made impact with the ground. I still don’t understand how you survived the fall, the crater that you caused was at least sixty feet in length and twenty feet deep. With my heightened senses I could hear that you were very uh.....broken to say the least." Diavolo explained, slowly climbing in bed with you gingerly. All his movements seemed to be calculated as if he were afraid that one slight dink to your body will crumble you again. He hasn't been this careful since you were a human.

"How broken?" You asked, now understanding your overall throbbing pain. Even though you heal exceptionally faster as a demon, the damage done must've been severe for you to take a month to heal.

"Um....your back took most of the damage so aside from your wings being rendered virtually useless, you also completely shattered most of your spinal column. Your ribs were also cracked in various places as well. Same with your legs and arms. Also there was damage to your skull. So let's just say that the answer to that is extremely broken. I've never seen a demon take so much impact before and survive..." He said, facing you under the covers. He sweetly kissed your lips, the exhaustion finally catching up to him with every sleepy blink he took. "You really are one in a million."

He slowly wrapped his arms around your body, being super careful of everything, bringing you closer to his chest. Words can't describe how much you missed him. His heartbeat quickly synced to yours and within seconds he was fast asleep. You slowly drew patterns on his back and hummed a tune, kissing his forehead every now and then to remind him that you were still there.

The only thing that broke the tranquility of it all was when you heard a soft knock at the door. Diavolo started to stir slightly, but you hushed him to sleep.

"Come in." You responded. At the sound of your voice the door damn near fell of its hinges as your ex lover entered the room. You hissed at the man and motioned towards Diavolo, who was still wrapped up in your arms. The brother gave you an apologetic look and softly closed the door behind him, leaving nothing but the three of you in a suffocating silence. Diavolo mentioned that some brothers take longer than others, but that they rotate every hour to make sure that you're okay. He coughed to try to break apart the silence in the room but you genuinely had no idea what to say. Luckily, you didn't have to say anything as he slowly made his way over to your nightstand to lay the ring on the string next to your desk.

"Oh?" You asked, suspicions rising with the action. He glanced at you for a moment and swallowed hard.

"I knew you were here when I found this in the hallway. You always wore it around your neck because you were worried that you would lose the ring somewhere...." He explained, shuffling from one foot to the other. Despite the obvious tension in the air, he managed a soft smile. "I remember making fun of you for it-"

"Save the nostalgia." You growled, making him recoil for a second. He blinked in surprise at your words, but deep down your hatred with him was deserved.

"I'm sorry..." He whispered, turning his back to you. You know better than anyone that tears were forming in his eyes and thats why he turned around. "I'm the reason you're down here."

"Yep." You replied, not even regarding his emotions. He flinched at your words, but you did not care. Why should you? Clearly he had no regard for yours.

"Im sorry Y/N I just got lonely-"

"Do you think I wasn't? I had everyone lining down the damn block to get in my pants in the human world and I still remained loyal to you and only you. I didn't slip up once. I put in the effort. I put in the time to try to make this work between us. But you decided to not only completely ignore me but also cheat on me with a new bitch every year?!-"

"Its not my fault you didn't want to marry me."

Now you were pissed. Had Diavolo not been sleeping peacefully in your arms you would have slapped the ever living hell out of the man before you. He realized he struck a nerve when your aura started taking shape. The air around the room became significantly hotter and if looks could kill, this man would die a million times over.

"I- I'm sor-"

"You always fucking say I'm sorry, but I'm starting to doubt you even mean it. You know why I didn't want to marry you? Because I wanted to think things over. Make sure you were who I truly wanted and desired. I'm now glad, elated even that I didn't have to become your partner." You spat the last sentence out with so much acid you could feel the hole they made in his heart. He was livid now.

"What the fuck did you have to think over? You would have been happy here. We all could have been a big happy family, so tell me Y/N what did you have to think over? You know its really funny to me how you preached about unfaithfulness when you yourself were in love with another when dating me."

"I loved you."

"No you didnt!" He yelled, throwing your books off the shelves, leaving claw marks on the stone, tears flowing freely now. "You never did! It was always Diavolo that you were madly in love with since the beginning!"

"You don't know that!" You yelled back, standing up from the bed, demon form out. It hurt. Your own form seemed to be rejecting your body, but you will not back down. He let out a low laugh, shoving you back down onto the bed with force. You hissed in pain with just his hand making contact with your chest.

"Diavolo......" You whispered hoping to stir him slightly. The brother was sauntering over to you, clearly enraged now.

"Diavolo-" You said louder, shaking him slightly.

"Everyone did. You really played me like a fool , I admire your acting skills for that. You played everyone. You even played yourself as a lovestruck idiot for me, but we all really know who all the kisses, all the sweet nothings, all the breathy moans into the night were really for." He hissed, his demon form shuddering into view. He placed a claw into your arm and dug deep, making you yelp. Blood started trickling down your arm at the contact. "Now say his name."

"DIAVOLO!" You screamed out, and in a flash the brothers body was hurtled through the walls of the House of Lamentation. Diavolo stood in front of your body, arms out protectively. The brother stumbled to his feet , anger rising within him.

"I don't want to hurt you. You know that more than anyone. I would sooner forfeit all my abilities than harm you or your brothers. However...lay a finger on them again and I will not hesitate to hurt you." He stated, eerily calm. The brother growled in defiance, but refrained from charging the room again. His other brothers held his arms back, but there was an energy that radiated through the two rooms. It was as if an invisible line had been drawn in the sand, and you were trapped on one end.

Did you love Diavolo since you met him? Yes.

Did you also fall for the brother and his family? Yes.

You did the only possible thing you could think of at that moment which was stand up, shifting out of your demon form and resorting back to the broken and bruised form that you had before. You put Diavolo's arm down and before he could sputter out a protest, you gave him a look that could silence God himself. You slowly inched your way around the rubble, pulling your blanket tighter to your body with each step.

You felt like a toddler walking around for the first time. One of the brothers sensed your general unsteadiness after not walking for a month and gently guided you to the brother who was being held back. He merely glared at you, but his demon form also subsided. Even though four years have passed since you had an actually good look of his face, and weren’t trying to break it, the two of you can still almost read each others thoughts. Communicating with minute changes in expression always made the brothers not notice what you were conversing, and even now they're just as clueless. Even more so now that he puts his hand behind your back to steady you as you two made yourself over to his bedroom.

You shut the door behind you, the last time you did so was because you two were about to pleasure each other until one of the brothers would barge in and threaten to whip him for a thousand years, even though you're the one who initiated it most of the time. You slowly let go of the door handle, swallowing the pride you had and facing him. He spread out on his bed, his eyes never leaving you. The tension in the air is palpable at this point. You both continued to have your silent argument, until you slammed your fist against the door, causing the door to splinter underneath you. He flinched at the sound.

"For once in your goddamn life can you admit that you were wrong?!” You whispered sternly. You wanted to scream it out, but you also didn’t want to attract Diavolo and the rest of his family. “I vowed on that day to love you until the end of time did I not?”

He scoffed in response, crossing his arms. You walked over to him, squaring up to match his height as best as you could.

“Did. I. Not?” You emphasized each word, never breaking eye contact. He let out a growl, but one look from you silenced it.

“I might recall you saying that.” He admitted, although forcefully.

“I loved you. I really did. I was committed to you and only you.” You said, grabbing his hands in yours. They felt the same as they did four years ago. “So why? Why did you not do the same?”

He shoved his hands out of yours, crossing his arms again and crashing on the bed beneath him, but he wasn’t doing so out of annoyance this time. He was trying to keep himself from crumpling.

“Because....I was trying to fill a void. I fell in love with a human of all creatures and I loved every second of it. But....around here. It’s more acceptable to fuck multiple humans than to settle down with one. At least....that’s what I told myself. I thought by not talking to you, you would get mad at me. I hoped that every call you made would be the last one. I screwed around with the other exchange students, but....Alex is different.” He explained. You quirked an eyebrow at him. He sighed and ran his hand through his locks before continuing. “The redheaded exchange student. They’re different. They feel different than the others.....”

“Good different?” You asked, taking a seat next to him, relaxing now that he’s talking to you again. You saw a fond smile on his lips, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“Yes. They’re the closest thing to filling that void. That’s why I completely ignored you....I thought you would just forget about me. So you didn’t have to be hurt by my actions. I wanted you to have a better life....one where you weren’t trapped in a relationship with me.” He admitted softly, wrapping his arms tighter against his body. You felt him shudder next to you, followed by a sniff. You looked over and saw that he was crying. “Guess I fucked that one up too.”

“Hey.” You said, making him look at you with his teary eyes. You didn’t even hesitate, you just slowly wrapped your arms around him and held him there. He tensed up at your touch at first, but slowly sand back into it. You slowly rubbed circles into his back. You weren’t going to forgive him so easily, but right now he just needs the comforting touch. “What you did was shitty as fuck. Seriously. But....I’m glad you found someone.”

He simply nodded, the two of you attached to each other. Moments like this would usually be so calming to both of you, but now the feeling was foreign. Not exactly bad, but not quite the same.

“I guess I’m glad you didn’t end up with some rotten human....” He whispered. You nodded your head and pulled away from him. “If anything....Diavolo is a great guy...I hope he treats you better than I did.”

“Thank you...” You said with a small smile. “...I’m sorry for what I said at the party and five minutes ago....”

“No no no. I’m sorry for what I said.” He responded.

“No what I said was far worse.” You challenged with a slight smirk.

“Did that fall cause brain damage? I- oh wait I know what you’re doing.” He started to counter, but realized immediately what you were trying to do. Just like old times. You both let out a laugh, finally feeling better now that the tension is gone, and a more comfortable silence replaced it.

“So... are you going to marry Alex?” You asked, looking back at the brother. He seemed to ponder the question for a while, fidgeting with his fingers.

“I was planning on asking them tonight....” He responded awkwardly, coughing into his hand. Your eyebrows shot up in shock. “They’re currently at Purgatory Hall, seeing as you took over their bed.”

“It was my bed first anyway.” You snubbed. He chuckled at that.

“What about you and Diavolo?” He asked. You blinked and looked at him.

“What about us?” You asked. He looked at you like you were a complete idiot, another laugh escaping.

“Are you two getting married?” He asked again, a small smile on his lips. You parted your mouth to say something, but the doors to the bedroom swung open dramatically and in strutted Diavolo.

“I-”

“If you think I’m going to sit here and propose to you in front of your ex boyfriend, you’re dead wrong.” He responded, outstretching a hand to you, a smile as big as could be stretching his face out. You let out a genuine laugh, grasping his hand gently as he slowly pushed you into his arms. Not the typical proposal you would assume Diavolo would do, but there was something so entrancing and comforting about him that you couldn’t say no. You loved him. Since the minute your feet hit the smooth stones of the RAD Student Council Room, you were lovestruck. He was the ray of sun that shone brightly against the never-ending night of Devildom.

Maybe dying was the best thing to ever happen to you. Because without the darkness, you would have never found your sunlight.

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mizumelona · 4 years ago

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set me up | atsumu x reader

SYNOPSIS: You’re an ambitious career woman, who’s got everything…except a significant other. Your mom, sick of you showing up to family functions alone, sets you up on a series of (terrible) blind dates. You make these dates meet you at your favorite restaurant, Onigiri Miya, but for some reason the owner’s jerk of a twin brother always happens to be there exactly when things crash and burn.

NOTE: I had a ton of fun writing this chapter, and I hope you enjoy. Things are finally starting to pick up between Atsumu and the MC hehe.

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Onigiri Miya. Sunday 10:55AM

You did a quick survey for a certain dye job jerk as you opened the door and stepped into Onigiri Miya. The coast was clear. Awesome.

“Glad ‘Tsumu isn’t here?”, Osamu called out to you as he continued wiping dishes. You’d stopped by nearly every day this past week, and had gotten in the habit of chatting with Osamu while he prepared your orders. Yes the amount of onigiri you ate was getting a little ridiculous but at least you were eating real meals and not resorting to soylent. Surprisingly, you hadn’t encountered Atsumu during your visits.

“Hey Osamu! Haha yeah it’s just that I have another date today and I don’t trust him not to butt in”

“Yeah I wouldn’t either”

Just then, the door chimes jingled. You quickly fixed your hair and turned to put on that demure smile you’d been practicing, but it was immediately wiped off your face as your least favorite blondie walked through the door.

“Pfft. That smile was even more ridiculous than the last time sweetheart”, Atsumu said with a chuckle, setting down his bag and taking a seat at the bar. “Though I hafta admit I didn’t expect to see ya here so soon” He looked you up and down. “Another date?”

“None of your business lemon head.” Atsumu grimaced at the nickname. “I still can’t believe you two are related. You’re my favorite Osamu” You smiled and held out your fist. Osamu put down his dishcloth and walked around the counter to fist bump you back.

“Woah. Woah. Since when didja become buddies”

“Since ya left for your training camp this week”, Osamu said matter-of-factly.

“Ooo are you jealous?”, you said with a sly smile.

Atsumu let out an incredulous noise. You were about to let out a little snicker when as if he’d gotten some kind of brilliant idea he narrowed his eyes and his lips curled into a smirk. Oh no. Your date was about to show up any second. You did not have time to deal with his antics.

“Lemme tell ya now sweetheart, I’m a much better friend than ’Samu”

As if on cue, the door chimes jingled again. The timing was bad but there was nothing you could do about it. You smoothed out your clothes and turned putting on the demure smile again.

You quickly evaluated your date. Tall. Round eyes. Dimples! Dark wavy hair tucked under a blue baseball cap. He had the kind of smile that made you hold your breath. What a catch. You couldn’t believe this guy was still single. Thank you mom!

“Hey! Are you y/n?”, he said. His eyes were quite literally sparkling.

“Yes that’s me!”

“I’m Daisuke. Thanks so much for coming. Sorry, my mom’s been getting a little carried away with her schemes to get me on dates”

“Same!”

You stood there looking at each other for a moment. Maybe this whole dating thing wasn’t as bad as you thought.

“Hey do you want to grab a seat over there?”

“Yeah sure”. You guided Daisuke to the same table you used last week that was as far away from Atsumu as possible.

While you were busy getting situated, Atsumu turned to Osamu with that devious smirk still on his face.

“‘Samu, let me borrow that”

“Wha- ‘Tsumu!”

“It’s weird because before it was like they didn’t want me to date at all, but now it’s like…”

“Hey!” A voice piped in. Oh no. “Welcome to Onigiri Miya! What can I getcha today?”

You turned toward your server with a clenched jaw. Sure enough, Atsumu was standing there wearing Osamu’s apron with his blonde hair sticking out from under Osamu’s cap. Your eyebrow twitched.

Daisuke was unphased. He probably hadn’t even realized that it was a different guy from the one that greeted him at the door. “Hi! Could I get the unagi rice ball”

“‘Course! How about you miss?”, They both turned to you expectantly. You were seething, but now was not the time to be breaking down. You needed this date to work. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’ll get the minced tuna and spring onion rice ball.” You looked Atsumu straight in the eyes. “Please~”

“Okay gotcha. I’ll be back with your food real soon.” Atsumu gave you lazy smirk and sauntered back toward Osamu. He’d better not be coming back. Osamu threw an apologetic look in your direction, weakly mouthing a sorry.

It looked like you were going to have to take things into your own hands. You turned to Daisuke. “Hey I actually forgot a part of my order. I’ll go tell him real fast and be right back”

“Oh do you want me to go inste-“

“I can do it”

You gave Daisuke a little smile then stood up and stalked toward the bar where Atsumu was chatting with Osamu, grabbing him by his sleeve.

“What do you think you’re doing”, you snapped.

“Woah there. I’m just trying to save ya from yourself sweetheart.” He smirked. “Let’s face it, that last date was a trainwreck. I’m helping’ ya out here”

“Don’t mess with me. Helping? Do you think this is funny?”

“Of course”, he said with a chuckle. This bastard. “Ya want some strawberry juice? On the house. Might help you chill out. Mr. dimples over there is lookin’ a little freaked out”

Shit. You glanced back at the table. Daisuke was watching with a worried look. You quickly released Atsumu’s sleeve.

You leaned in and whispered “Stay. Out. Of. My. Date.”

You went back to your seat. Daisuke still looked concerned.

“Are you okay?”, he tentatively asked.

“I’m fine!”, you quickly quipped back.

“Here’s that strawberry juice you asked for”, Atsumu arrived with a glass sloshing with magenta liquid. He placed it on the table with a wink and walked back to the bar.

“So where were we again…oh yeah dating…” Daisuke said turning to look out the window. He froze, then quickly pulled down his hat and turned away.

“Hey is everything okay?”, you asked.

“Oh. Yeah! Totally”, he tried to sound nonchalant, but everything about him was suspicious.

You looked out the window towards where he’d been looking. There was a fashionable looking woman about the same age as you staring into the restaurant. She looked pissed.

“Hey Daisuke, do you know that person?”

“Huh, no, not at all” He let out an anxious laugh.

Suddenly, there was a sharp knock against the window. You jolted in your seat. The woman had walked up to the window and was currently glaring daggers at Daisuke.

“Are you sure? She looks pretty upset”

“Yeah, you can ignore her”

The woman rolled her eyes and walked away…or so it appeared. Two seconds later the door to the restaurant opened with a slam.

“Daisuke!” Her heels clacked she made her way over to the table you were sitting at.

“Shit”, Daisuke muttered.

“You lying, cheating bastard! Another girl? I saw you with Risa yesterday and Hana the day before that” She turned to you. “Hey I know he looks cute, but trust me he’s not worth the trouble. He’s just going to find another girl once he sleeps with you”

“Ah…” There went your perfect date. You should’ve known he was a little too good to be true.

She turned back to Daisuke. “You are absolute trash.” She picked up his glass of water. Oh no. You leaned away as she dumped it over his head, avoiding any stray splashes. Whew. You relaxed in your seat. What is this? A K-drama?

She scoffed and turned away. Her bag swung with the motion making contact with the glass of juice which in turn sent its contents flying over the edge of the table and onto your lap with an audible splash. You bit your lip then let out a deep sigh and looked down. Your (formerly) spotless cream shorts were covered with bright pink stains.

“Oof”, you heard Atsumu and Osamu say in unison from the prep station.

“Oh sh-. I’m so sorry about that”, she tried to apologize, but you weren’t listening.

She hurriedly pulled a bunch of napkins out of the nearby dispenser sopping up whatever was left on the table. Thankfully there wasn’t much to clean on the chair or ground because it had all been absorbed by your clothes.

“I think that’s enough”, you sharply cut both the woman and Daisuke off.

You stood up, stalking toward the cash register, and snatched a bill out of your wallet, handing it to Osamu. “Hey Osamu, I’m so sorry about this mess, could you switch my food to takeout”,

“Uh sure,” He stuffed the finished rice ball into a bag and handed it to you. “But are you o-“

“It’s fine~”, you said with a slightly manic chuckle. “I’ll be going now”. You opened the door and let yourself out in one swift motion. You paused outside of the restaurant, looking down at yourself on more time. You bit your lip to suppress the desire to shout profanities and started walking back toward your apartment.

The restaurant door opened again followed by the sound of footsteps approaching you. “Hey!” You recognized that voice but hoped he would just go away. You didn’t have the patience for another fight with the petty lemon head.

“Y/N, Wait!”

You stopped, turning to face him with crossed arms. “What”

He dug through his bag and pulled a black sweater out, holding it out in your direction. “Here”

Your jaw clenched. “I don’t need your help”

“‘Course not”. He stepped forward still holding it out. “This is me being selfish”

That was a bit surprising and even a bit gentlemanly. You were stunned. You paused for a second then reached out and gripped the fabric.

“…thanks”

You tied it around your waist, covering most of the stain.

He stood there watching you for a second, then with an unexpectedly sincere looking smile he adjusted his bag on his shoulder and started walking back towards the restaurant. “See ya later sweetheart”

Later that night you picked up the sweater from where you’d tossed it before you went to shower. Some of the juice had gotten onto it, but I was black so it probably wouldn’t stain. It smelled faintly of the strawberry juice as well as a light cologne. You held it up taking a closer look at the logo on it.

MSBY Black Jackals

What’s that? You picked up your phone and ran a quick google search. A variety of pictures of guys in black uniforms chasing after blue and yellow balls showed up. You paused, recognizing Atsumu in one of these pictures. He was leaping into the air about to smack a ball with the biggest grin on his face. You had to admit. He looked a little cool. Just a little.

“Volleyball huh”

#haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #atsumu #atsumu x reader #set me up

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ardentmuse · 4 years ago

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Perchance a Parchment (George Weasley x Reader) - Part 5

Harry Potter - George Weasley x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 2.7k

Summary: In the aftermath of their failed meet-up, MC builds the confidence to do a few things she’s always needed to do and George finds the courage to follow his heart.

Series Masterlist // Masterlist

A/N: Not how I expected to spend this morning, so I hope you all enjoy this surprising update.

As you hung the last of the signs advertising your last big hurrah, a bookfest filled with live readings, stage performances, children’s theater, and sales galore, Patricia finished sending the last of the owls to the authors you wished to be featured.

You slumped down on your respective chairs in the middle of the store. But you only got settled when you heard the chime of the doorbell.

“Where’s my sweet girl?” Tom called from the door. It was hard to see his head over the giant pile of boxes and bags from the various local sellers. With two great strides, he dropped the bags unceremoniously upon your counter before turning and offering you both a giant, cheeky grin.

But his face fell the minute he saw the decorations and posters you had placed around the store advertising your big event this weekend.

“What’s all this?”

“Our last push to try and save the shop,” you said as you stood to offer him a hug, and to ask a few questions.

He huffed, “Don’t bother.” And before you could process the shock of those words, your face contorting into a horrible scowl, he barrelled forward with his own monologue. “Bill Weasley was promoted this week, something regarding ministry relations--”

“Don’t say the name Weasley in my shop, Thomas,” you mumbled under your breath. But Tom was a bulldozer, completely ignoring your obvious cues of discomfort.

“-- but it doesn’t matter. With his promotion comes my promotion! Gringotts has decided to transfer all of his territories to me. We leave for Egypt Saturday!”

Your mouth fell open in shock.

“Isn’t that great, babe?” Tom asked, clearly dissatisfied with your response, though it seemed he would have been dissatisfied with anything that wasn’t you flinging your arms around his neck, kissing him profusely, and deeming him your savior.

After a few seconds of you still not saying anything, the only sound the movement of Patty to excuse herself from the clearly tense situation, Tom pressed forward. He reached a hand into one of the bags, pulling out a lovely powder blue silk scarf, woven with silver string in the shape of stars.

“For the sand. Don’t you like it?”

You took a deep breath, trying to process the level of anger you are feeling. Tom just assumed you would drop your life to pursue his dreams, didn’t even once stop to ask you first. You always knew Tom was ambitious and loved your desire to adventure, but you were older now, more boring maybe. You wanted stability, to dig deep and make roots. After years of living light, your heart called so strongly to be heavy. And you had hoped Tom’s heart called for that too…

“Tom, I’m not going to Egypt with you.”

“Oh, Merlin, babe, I’m--” he stopped his cheerful ramble when he realized what you had actually said. He dropped the cloth upon the counter. “Are you serious?”

You sighed, “I have a shop to run.”

“That will be closed in a week!” Tom protested. “I know you are worried about money, but don’t be, Y/N. I’ve got us covered. You don’t need to do anything but let me take care of us.”

“This isn’t about money, Tom!” you found yourself screaming, “This is about having something that’s mine. I don’t want to just follow you around my whole life. I’m my own person. I have my own goals.”

Tom grabbed your shoulders in his large hands, trying to stabilize you. It was a gesture that would normally feel supportive but today only made you feel suffocated.

“I know, I know, and I want you to. You can write a book or do charity work or focus on starting our family. Come on, sweetie. Be realistic. I love your drive, but does it have to be here in this crudy shop over some old books?”

You found yourself being lulled by the sweet timbre of his voice - maybe travelling the world again and writing a book beside him wouldn’t be a bad thing - until he said that one word.

“Crudy?”

You pulled away harshly.

“We both know this was just a pipe dream. Very few businesses make it on Diagon Alley. Most of the shops have been here hundreds of years. Well, except the Weasleys.”

“DON’T SAY THE NAME WEASLEY IN MY SHOP, THOMAS!” you screamed this time, causing your boyfriend to throw up his hands in mock terror.

Realizing how much things had escalated, you both pause and breathe. You take a seat down upon your chair, processing what Tom just told you. He never supported you or your dream. You loved him, yes, and he loved you, too. But it seems you may have loved shadows of yourselves. Tom loved the you of three years ago, the one who found more happiness upon his arm than on her own two feet. And you loved a Tom who helped you find home after years of running, the one who taught you what connection was, even if he wanted that connection to only be with himself alone.

“I don’t love you,” you breathed out loud, only now realizing the freeing weight of saying the words out loud. “I mean, I love you the way I love any friend but I don’t love you.”

You looked up from your hands to take in Tom’s face, blank and cold and only slightly confused.

“You don’t love me?”

Your eyes scanned his square jaw that you used to love running your fingers across, the lips that used to draw yours forward in lust or longing, the curls you used to pull in passion or pat in comfort, and the eyes that bore into you now in question, and you couldn’t help but wonder how long you had hoped he might be someone else. Had it been always? Had you been so blind to not see that what you loved was having someone, not this someone in particular?

“No,” you whispered with a slight shake of your head.

Thomas let out a deep breath before staring at the ceiling of your shop. His back pressed hard against the counter as he let his grip grow tighter. After a moment, his gaze turned to you once more. But you didn’t see the pain there that you had imagined. Just a stray tear and something akin to relief.

“I don’t love you either,” he admitted. “I hoped I might someday, but–” he cut himself off with another huff before taking a step towards you. “You are my best friend. You’re funny, you’re smart, you’re beautiful. We were perfect for each other.”

Tom flung himself down into the chair beside you. His hand inched towards your own and for once you didn’t feel the desire to pull away.

“Where’d we go wrong?”

You laughed, gripping the fingers of your best friend tightly for the first time in a long time -- not that you hadn’t held hands recently. Sometimes it felt like you were attached at the hands because that was what couples do. But it had been a very long time you only now realized that you could call Tom your best friend.

“Maybe in thinking friendship wasn’t enough for us? Not everything nice on paper makes sense in practice.”

Tom smiled at you genuinely before kissing your knuckles.

“You’ve always been wiser than me,” he said while returning your hand to you. “I think in the back of my head I always knew but–”

“This was easy?” you asked. He simply nodded in confirmation.

Tom stood and walked towards the counter. He collected the bags he brought in but upon picking up the blue scarf, he placed it back on the counter again with a pat.

“You deserve better than easy, Y/N. I hope you know that.”

You smiled at him, the full weight of the situation hitting you finally like a freight train. Was it possible to feel relief so acute and sadness so intense that they cancel each other out like two trains hitting head-on until each was halved and mangled, much smaller and much more dangerous?

You felt the tears begin to hit your eyes now but not at the loss of Tom but at the loss of all the stability you had spent years creating – your store, your relationship, your community, and your Rhubarb.

Tom tapped the scarf once more. “In case a vacation to Egypt seems like your next adventure. I promise you’ll have a couch to crash on, friend.” The last word sounded strange on his tongue, like a test more than sentiment. You found you could get used to it.

“I’ll take you up on that, once–”

“I know,” he said as a tear fell down his cheek. He moved forward and leaned it to kiss you like he always did when he left the shop, though this time he paused and redirected, his lips finding your forehead with precision. He held himself to you long and lasting, his tears salting your head.

You couldn’t even look at him as he walked towards the door. You heard the chime and felt your heart clench as your world fell apart in earnest. You let yourself cry now for real, letting the waves of sorrow rake your body.

“I’m sorry but I have to ask,” Tom started from the door.

You popped your head up and rubbed your eyes, damning that this would be the last he’d see of you before you reunited as friends, a gross snotty mess unable to compose herself.

“Is there someone else?” he asked, almost embarrassed at himself for asking the question, realizing he had no right now to care.

But you smiled despite yourself.

“I hope, someday.”

Tom nodded, the smile on his lips, too. “Me too.”

And with that he walked out of your shop and your life for the foreseeable future, one more part of the pristine life you had built for yourself disappearing down the lane. But unlike everything else, this one felt right and good, like you were regaining part of your strength. There was hope now for that passionate love you had told Rhubarb your heart desired, even if you had no prospects at the moment. Rhubarb, Tom, and the insufferable George Weasley you angered yourself at realizing, had given you a gift in showing you not to content yourself with just okay ever again.

George sat at the desk of his childhood home, nursing slowly the tea his mother had given him staring at a blank parchment. He was in love he now realized. And the right thing to do would be to let his love move on with her life. He had caused enough harm already.

With a huff, he crumpled the paper and tossed it into the bin.

“Leave her be, you git,” he said to himself, “You destroyed her business, you led her on and stood her up. You hurt her and she deserves so much better than you.”

“Better than George Fabian Weasley?” Fred said from the door, “There is no such thing. Well, other than his more dashing twin.”

Fred threw himself down on his own childhood bed. The mattress was the same but the linens were now pink and the duvet a brilliant mint green with silver sparkles, prepared for Victoire’s monthly sleepovers.

It clashed with Fred’s hair greatly.

“So what are we going to do about this?”

George turned in his chair to see Fred reclining on his side, his head propped on his arm and a hickie prominent upon his neck. George felt the anger grow in him just a little at how easily Fred could find a woman to warm his bed– not that George wanted a bed warmer. He wanted a heart warmer, a life warmer. He wanted you, not that he had any right to.

“There’s nothing to do. We’ve done enough.”

Fred tisked loudly.

“Nothing is set in stone, Georgiepoo.” And with a flourish, he pulled a flyer out of his pocket and tossed it to his twin.

The flyer laid out upon the desk, pristine and thick just like the parchments you always send his way.

“Story Extravaganza?” George read out loud. “What is this?”

Fred just smiles, relaxing further into his bed. “It’s your girl fighting back.”

George smiles at Fred’s phrasing. He inspects the flyer carefully, impressed by how well you seem to know your customers to provide him so many things they might enjoy.

“And,” Fred begins, his voice growing more sly, “She may be fighting for you, too.”

Fred lays another piece of parchment on the desk next to Fred, one in your own script with the same flourish he’d grown so accustomed to seeing on the parchment.

Rhubarb,

I waited for you last night and you didn’t show up. I felt so foolish. I wish I understood what held you back, but I may never know.

Even if you wish to cut ties with me, I wanted to let you know that these talks of ours have given me the courage to do something I wasn’t sure I ever would be able to do. I spoke my mind to someone last night, someone who probably didn’t even care to hear what I have to say. This big shot business guy came by while I was waiting for you. I was probably not as nice as I could have been but I was direct with what I thought. I didn’t shrivel away out of fear of how I might be perceived. I fought for what I feel I deserve. It may not have been my proudest moment mouthing off to my enemy but it meant the world to me to know that you had part in building in me that kind of strength.

Thank you.

With Fred at his back, George tried to put pen to paper once more, this time knowing what he actually needed to say.

You were busy in your office intercepting a ton of notes from various local authors, almost all of whom were excited to make an appearance at the store either to promote new work or engage with readers. A few were even bringing excerpts of unpublished manuscripts to read and one of your favorite children’s authors was bringing along a band to perform some songs for the kids.

Everything was falling into place for a big celebration. Even if you didn’t make enough money to keep the store open — hell, you weren’t even sure your landlord would consider leasing to someone other than the Weasley’s at this point — it would be a great last hurrah. This was why you started the shop in the first place— to give the community a place to celebrate stories, creativity, and imagination. At the end of the day, it was always about community.

So when a certain snowy owl dropped a letter upon the incoming stack and greeted Diomedes with soft nips of her neck feathers, you didn’t notice. It wasn’t until you had sliced through the seal and saw the handwriting that the air left your chest.

My dear Cherry,

There’s no excuse for letting you sit there alone yesterday. I can’t explain where I was but I pray you will forgive me for leaving you.

I am proud of you and I can guarantee whatever you said did not fall on deaf ears. The break from your kind spirit could not have gone unnoticed. Whatever transgression he caused you surely deserved the words you tossed his way and I am sure you looked beautiful doing it.

I regret that you found yourself in that situation, though. You were expecting a friend and found an enemy instead. I am sorry for causing you that pain.

I’ll explain some day. I promise. But in the meantime, I am still here. I am still listening. Talk to me, sweetheart.

Rhubarb

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BTS Reaction || He Likes Your Friend [Part Two] [BFF Series]

A/N: For a lovely anon! I hope this okay, I have come to the conclusion I suck at Angst

Seokjin:

It had been a month since you last saw Jin, you decided you needed space from him and took a break, you stopped replying to his messages, and calls, ignoring them whenever he would call you up to hang out, or when you finally did cave in and answer, cancel at the last minute, telling him you were busy with work or were sick, you couldn’t face seeing him again, it would hurt too much to look him in the eyes and pretend that everything was fine when in reality your world was falling apart. Jimin spent more and more time with you and you began getting closer with him, spending a lot of his days off together and hanging out.

“I still think you should go out on a blind date, I’ll set it all up and it’ll be smooth,” Jimin said to you one night, you were curled up together on your living room floor watching the Fast and Furious movies, you’d bought them and forced him to watch them since no one else would join you, you’d gotten onto the blind date conversation because you mentioned wanting a relationship like one of the main characters.

“Jimin, I’m not ready to date anyone yet, I still haven’t really gotten over Jin yet which is stupid cause he wasn’t even mine to start with.” He sighed at you, pausing the movie and making you look at him, you put down the bowl of popcorn.

“Listen to me, you’re going out on this date. It’ll speed up the moving on process, I’ll set it up for Friday at seven, Wickfords, your favourite restaurant.” He knew you couldn’t say no to him, especially when he brought out his puppy dog eyes to use on you.

“Fine whatever, just make sure he isn’t a creep okay?” He nodded and took out his phone, starting to his work up and you just pressed play on the movie.

(X)

You felt shy about going to the restaurant alone, you were dressed up in an outfit Jimin had picked for you, blacktop with some black jeans and a pair of heels, he assured you, you were going to have a nice night and that you didn’t need to worry but now you were sitting at the table alone and wondering if the dude was even going to show.

“Y/N Right?” You looked up to see a guy who was around Jimin staring at you, you stood up and shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Jimin.” He said with a smile, sitting down in front of you and talking to you a little more, you giggled at the fact that he was pretending not to know you, but you drowned out of the conversation, imagining Jin sitting there instead of Jimin,

“Sorry, just a little tired from work.” You lied when he asked if you were okay, he chuckled along and began to tell you what he did for a living, making up some kind of story for you so it would feel like a real date. You continued talking to him, trying to ignore all the thoughts of Jin when you saw Jin coming into the restaurant, you blinked and rubbed your eyes trying to see if it was really him or just your mind playing games on you, but it was him and he was walking your way. Jin got to the table and Jimin smiled up at him, you, on the other hand, were slouching down in the chair,

“I thought you were at work tonight,” He said to you, arms folded across his chest. You told him you couldn’t hang out because you were working, but you just didn’t want to hang out with him, seeing his face now was bringing back all of the feelings, the love, then the heartbreak when you realised he was dating your friend.

“Jin what are you doing here?” You questioned looking at him but he was red in the face staring at Jimin, he looked really pissed off at him, you looked at him with a sympathetic look and stood up.

“Please leave Jin, I’m on a date.” You said to him, your eyes travelling from Jimin to Jin who was now staring at you and shaking his head at you both,

“I’m not leaving until I get an explanation,” You knew he wouldn’t move, he was a stubborn idiot, you excused yourself from the table and moved outside with him.

“What is your problem?!” You yelled at him as soon as you were down a side alley to the restaurant, he stared down at you and then looked at wall,

“I don’t remember a fight or a reason for us to stop talking! So what happened?! Why did we break up?” The words flew out of his mouth and they shocked you, break up?

“Break up? Jin we were never together…remember? You were banging my best friend so I’m pretty sure we weren’t together.” You scoffed at him, leaning against the wall and staring at him, you were standing your ground, you weren’t going to back down from this.

“You had no right showing up here and demanding answers! I have my own life you know.” You said to him, he scoffed this time and shook his head.

“Is that why you’re hanging out with my friends and not your own?” That was like giant daggers into your heart, you kicked yourself off the wall and walked over to him.

“I don’t have my own friends anymore, not since they decided to get together, so excuse me if I had to get close to Jimin .” You spat back at him, he was staring down at you, your faces inches apart from one another.

“Oh, I get it! I date your best friend so you date mine?! Real classy Y/n!” He yelled at you, you pushed him back a little and stared at him.

“I’m not dating Jimin, he set this up to cheer me up because news flash Jin, I liked you! For a really long time, I liked you,” You finally admitted, looking over at the end of the alley, Jimin was waiting by his car for you and he nodded,

“So excuse me if I can’t look at you and pretend to be happy for you while you fuck my best friend,” You turned away from him going to walk over to Jimin who was now inside the car but Jin’s hand wrapped around your waist, spinning you around to face him, your chest crashing into his and he was inches away from your face, you wanted to push him away and tell him to leave you alone but you couldn’t find the strength to say anything to him, his eyes kept glancing down at your lips and you parted them, going to say something but he just crashed his lips onto yours, your face warmed up from the blush that was growing on your cheeks, this was your first kiss together, and it was in some scruffy alley, your stomach was tingling, your lips were almost burning from his touch, he pushed you against the brick wall, both of ou breathing heavily as the kiss became more passionate, you could taste the peppermint on his breath. Your hands moved up to his hair, tangling themselves in it, your lips parted slightly, allowing his tongue to slip, he lifted one of your legs up around his waist, running his fingers along the inside of your thigh, and that’s when it all came crashing back to you, you were in the middle of an alleyway, making out with your friends boyfriend, you pushed him away, and held your hand over your mouth. Jimin was smirking at you from inside the car and you looked down at the floor,

“We shouldn’t have done that…You have a girlfriend.” You finally spoke, your voice coming out hoarse because of the kiss you’d shared, he shook his head, stepping closer to you once again, running his hand along your cheek and rubbing his thumb under your eye to wipe away the tear you hadn’t even noticed.

“We’re not together…I realised that after dating her, I wanted you. Only you.” You stared up at him, he was telling the truth, you always knew when he was lying. Both of you glanced over at Jimin who was now laughing in the car,

“He knew about this didn’t he? That’s why he set up this "date”?“ You question Jin, Jin nodded and you scoffed shaking your head while laughing at Jimin, who was now waving and starting up his car.

"How about we go and finish your date, me and you?” You nodded and he took your hand in his, walking you back into Wickford’s.

Yoongi:

“Namjoon I don’t know if I can do this.” You repeated to him backstage, it had been a few months since your song came out and now you were about to perform it on stage in front of around 30,000 people including Yoongi who was sitting front row and centre, why did you agree to perform at an award ceremony? You wanted to curse yourself for agreeing to this, Namjoon had come backstage to give you good luck wishes but found you in a state of panic, you were leant against one of the speakers, a microphone in your hand and you couldn’t stop your heart from racing.

“It’s just a performance okay, you’ve done this a million times.” He told you, it was true, you had done this a million times but those one million times were not in front of Yoongi who the song was about, they were at your small concerts and street performances, not in front of the love of your life who knew you loved him and didn’t love you back. You could still remember the day he found out about the song, images of him walking over to you flashed into your mind and then you pretending to be happy for him and your best friend being together, after that day you never really saw him again. You began avoiding him and everyone else except Namjoon, who was helping you with your new album so you couldn’t avoid him.

“Maybe we should perform our new song, the one we’ve been working on together instead, it’ll be a nice surprise.” You tried to convince Namjoon but it wasn’t working, he patted the top of your head as you stage manager told you, you had two minutes before you went on.

“You’ll do fine, I have to go back to my seat but I promise it’s going to be okay, just look at me the whole time, I’ll get Kookie to pull funny faces with me the whole time.” You nodded and he gave you a quick hug and left through the curtain going to join his friends.

“You got this.” Your stage manager said walking you out onto the stage which was covered by a large red curtain, the MC was in front of it, talking about your performance,

“Now as someone who is in love with their best friend as well, I love this song and I hope everyone here tonight loves it too! Y/n!” You wanted to cry as the MC told everyone what the song was about again, you took a deep breath in and began singing, the curtain slowly raising to reveal you standing there, it was a simple set up. Nothing on the stage except you in a ball gown and a microphone stand, you locked eyes with Namjoon who was giving you a thumbs up and you continued singing along

(X)

You ended the song and people cheered, you managed to keep a straight face until the curtain dropped, you sprinted off the stage leaving behind your heels and running into the changing room, slamming the door and trying to catch your breath. Halfway through the performance your eyes locked onto Yoongi who was staring at you in awe. Tears were streaming down your cheeks and you felt as though you couldn’t breathe, no one was around to help get the stupid dress off your body so you leant onto the sofa trying to take deep breaths to steady yourself, there was a knock at the door but you ignored it knowing it would be Namjoon who was coming to congratulate you on your performance but you didn’t feel like being congratulated, you just wanted out of the dress and out of the building so you could go home and cry yourself to sleep as you had done for the last month,

“Namjoon go away.” You sobbed out when the door opened, you were struggling to reach for the dress zipper on the back when someone placed their hand on your waist, the other one finding the way to the zipper and trying to undo it for you, your breath hitched in your throat, it wasn’t Namjoon his hands were bigger than that,

“You did amazing,” You were frozen in place as the words left Yoongi’s mouth, the zip was pulled down and you clutched the top of your dress to your body, moving away from his grasp and going behind a changing screen, you didn’t want to face him.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He said to you as you changed into a pair of jeans and a tank top behind the screen, you looked at the floor trying to come up with some kind of excuse to tell him.

“I’ve been busy.” Which was partly a lie, you were busy with writing new songs and perfomances, he scoffed and you came out from behind the screen, throwing your hair into a messy ponytail and taking your glasses from the makeup station.

“You didn’t call. You didn’t text. Nothing.” You shrugged your shoulders, turning to look at him and then at the door.

“Like I said, busy.” You weren’t sure where this sudden hostility had come from for him but if it got him out of your room quicker you didn’t care, looking at him was like reliving that day all over again, the way he looked at your friend, the way he kissed her, and held her.

“I have to go, I have a meeting.” You lied again, he sighed walking closer to you and you backed up, hitting the arm of the sofa behind you, you stopped yourself from falling and his chest was against yours.

“Your eye twitches when you lie,” You looked away from him and he cupped your chin in his hand, making you look at him, you looked up into his eyes and he looked down into yours.

“You looked beautiful up there tonight,” He whispered running his thumb over your bottom lip, the sudden contact sent jolts of what felt like electricity through your body, you’d never stood this close to him before, his hand snaked around your waist and your entire body froze, you felt the tears come to your eyes as you stared at one another, if someone was to walk in on this it would look bad, you tried to push him away but he stayed put, his arm locking around you tightly.

“Kiss me.” He whispered, his voice was hoarse but you didn’t move, you knew you shouldn’t kiss him, he licked his lips.

“Please.” He whispered again, that was enough for you, you stop up on your tiptoes and kissed him, your arms falling around his neck and his pulling you closer to him, he couldn’t get any closer to you, he picked you up, carrying you over to the sofa and sitting down with you on his lap, you gasped and he used that to slip his tongue into your mouth, you pulled away from him, your hand on his chest to stop him trying to go in for another kiss.

“Yoongi…I can’t do this to Y/F/N.” You tried to get off his lap but the grip he had on your waist tightened and he sat you back down on his lap, he slowly ran one of his hands through your hair.

“We’re not together anymore.” He admitted to you, you frowned. You hadn’t seen anything in articles, she hadn’t called to tell you what happened, not that you would pick up anyway and Namjoon never mentioned it.

“Shut your mind up for two minutes and kiss me.” He said, he knew you too well. He knew how your mind worked, constantly running over every thought you had, you lent down and connected your lips together once again.

Hoseok:

You left his party a week ago, you didn’t go back to the dorms, You just went back to your hotel room that you’d for, for two weeks, you couldn’t cancel it so you were going to have to stay there, you didn’t respond to his texts or anyone else’s, including Y/F/N, you didn’t want to see any of them, talk to any of them. It hurt too much to try and talk to them, so you locked yourself away, deciding it was easier to stay away than to try and pretend to be happy for them. You didn’t want to know if he confessed to her, you didn’t want to know if they were dating or not, you wanted to be left alone with your thoughts. It worked for the first week but it was on the second week now and they were starting to worry, you finally text Jimin telling him you were fine and not to worry about you, that you had one week left in Korea and just wanted to go sightseeing alone, you didn’t want to be bothered by any of them, but Jimin insisted on coming with you to show you around, you didn’t want to sound nasty so you just agreed to let him come with you.

(X)

You’d had a great day out, your thoughts were finally on something besides Hoseok but you knew it wasn’t going to last long.

“I just have to grab my wallet from inside, wait here,” Jimin said as he pulled up outside the dorms, he rushed inside and you stared at the dashboard, hopping Hoseok was out and not in the dorms where he could see you, but you were again proven wrong when the car door opened and he got into the drivers seat, taking the car keys and locking it so you couldn’t get out of the door.

“Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick!” He yelled at you, you’d never seen Hoseok this mad before, you’d only seen him “mad” when he was joking around with you, you felt your stomach sink and then you looked at the dorms, praying Jimin would come out soon.

“I’ve been sick, wanted to stay away so I wouldn’t infect anyone.” The door to the dorms opened and Y/F/N stood there waving at you, you looked away and then down at your hands.

“You should go, she’s waiting for you. While you’re in there can you tell Jimin I started feeling sick again,” You said trying to get him to unlock the car doors so you could leave but he stayed in his spot, the door to the dorms closed again and you felt the tears rushing to your eyes, you didn’t want to do this, you didn’t want to cry in front of him, as soon as you heard the door unlock you sprinted out of the car and around the corner, leaning against a wall to try and calm your breathing, you assumed Hoseok had gone back into the dorms so you let out a sob,

“I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong and don’t try lying to me that you’re sick, it’s bullshit.” You stared up at him, his angry face as replaced with concern when he realised how much you were crying, you slid down the wall onto the floor and brought your knees into your chest, you knew he wasn’t going to move anywhere, he sat down in front of you and you shook your head.

“Please Hobi, leave me alone.” You pleaded but he stayed put, you just sobbed into your knees and he wrapped his arms around you.

“Why would I leave?” You shook your head, trying to push his arms off you but it wasn’t working, he was staying wrapped firmly around you.

“Because if you don’t I’m going to regret everything, I can’t trust myself around you.” You admitted looking at him, he was frowning now, clearly confused but what you were talking about, you heard Jimin calling your name and then Y/F/N calling for Hoseok, you shook your head, swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat and then looking back at him, biting down on your bottom lip so you wouldn’t say anything to him,

“You should go, she’s waiting for you.” Your voice came out rough and you knew he was going to ask you more questions but Jimin’s voice sounded like it was getting closer now.

“Who? Y/F/N? She’s just wanting to say goodbye, you’re in front of me sobbing, tell me what’s wrong and what you’ll regret.” You blinked at him and then looked over at Jimin who was standing at the end of the alley.

“I like you, okay? A lot. So now that’s out in the open I’m going back to my hotel room where I can waste the rest of this week in bed before I go home-” You were stopped in your sentence because he kissed you, your knees dropped down from your chest in shock, he put his hand on the back of your neck trying to pull you closer but you stopped him, putting your hand on his lips and moving away from him,

“Hobi no…I don’t…I won’t do that to Y/F/N…” You whispered standing up but he took hold of your hand before you could walk away from him.

“Do what to her?” You stared at him, he had his eyebrows furrowed together, and you looked at him, then over your shoulder at Jimin who was shaking his head,

“You told her you liked her right?” You questioned, he nodded and then you looked at the ground.

“So I won’t go around kissing my best friends boyfriend.” He began chuckling and you stared at him, you heard Jimin laughing too and you span around shooting him a look of death and he ran away.

“She doesn’t like me back, we talked and she said she just doesn’t see me that way, more of a friend than a lover.” You felt a blush rise to your cheeks,

“So why didn’t Jimin just tell me that?” You questioned but Hoseok shook his head,

“I asked him not to, I didn’t want everyone knowing I was rejected, but being rejected made me realise something.” He said taking your hand in his and running his fingers along your knuckles, you stared at his hand and then up at his face.

“And what’s that?” You questioned, he stepped closer to you, you were inches away from one another, he looked down into your eyes, taking in a deep breath and tucking hairs behind your ears.

“That I liked you the whole time, not her.” He bent down and his lips hovered over yours, just barely touching one another, your breath hitched and your eyes fluttered shut,

“Hobi…Kiss me.” You pleaded, he didn’t need to be told twice, his hand was on the back of your neck and he crashed his lips against yours, neither of you caring that you were out in the street having a makeout session for everyone to see, he pulled away, looking you in the eyes as he rested his forehead against yours.

Namjoon:

It took two months for you to get over what happened that night, two months to forget that the one you loved didn’t love you back at all. Hobi had tried to call you multiple times that night but you declined them all, same with Namjoon and Y/F/N, it hurt more that he lied to you to go and see her than actually seeing her but you were passed that now, it had been two months and you knew you had to move on with your life, move on from Namjoon. So you set up a dating profile to find someone new, you wished you could say it was a walk in the park but trying to find someone you liked…someone that wasn’t Namjoon was hard, he was everything you wanted. He was the perfect guy for you but you could never have him and it seemed that no one could live up to your expectations either.

“Hoseok this is a bad idea.” You warned as he dragged you to a speed dating event, you were dressed up in a blue strappy dress and wearing vans, you weren’t much of a heels girl.

“Just shut up, you’re the one that wanted to move on.” You groaned following him further into the hall and sitting at a table with the giant number three on it, he sat down in front of you.

“You’ll do fine, I’ll be at the bar if you need me.” He leant across and kissed the top of your head, going over to the bar to watch you from a distance, a bell sounded and a guy came over to your table, smiling at you and starting to ask you different questions,

(X)

The night was starting to turn into a bust, you were bored of everyone there, no one was catching your eye and no one interested you. There was one guy you thought you would get along with, you were making casual conversation, and you genuinely liked him until you asked his opinions on museums and art galleries and he said they were boring and pointless, you let it slide until he mentioned his hatred for books, then you couldn’t even look at him, you were now sitting at the bar with Hoseok sipping on a rum and coke.

“Pointless, no one here interests me Hobi.” You whispered chugging back the drink and looking at him, he linked arms with you and sighed.

“Fine, let’s go back to the dorms and have a movie night, Namjoon is out all night so you don’t need to worry about him.” He said before you could even say no to him, he knew you’d been avoiding going to the dorms because of that.

“Fine but I’m stealing your hoodies and boxers, and I get to pick the movies.” You walked out of the building together and headed over to his car.

(X)

You’d fallen asleep on the sofa, cuddled against Hoseok wearing one of his hoodies and some shorts, you groaned as you woke up to a cold breeze and the sudden urge to pee, you moved away from Hoseok, covering him with a blanket and heading towards one of the bathrooms, you shuddered as the cold air hit your bare legs.

You were about to go back to the sofa when you heard a door open and your name being called.

“Y/N?” You turned around to see Namjoon standing there in nothing but Pajama bottoms, his classic sleepwear since he could never sleep with a shirt on.

“Oh, Hi.” You managed to say, really glad it was dark in the hallway, him being there shirtless in front of you was making you blush.

“Hobi said you had a date tonight, did it go well?” You stared up at him, or rather where the outline of him was, you couldn’t see much in the dark.

“Well, I’m here in Hobi’s shirt so I’d say it went great.” You spat out sarcastically, you were being hostile towards him but you didn’t mean to be, but seeing him standing there and talking to you as if nothing happened hurt, it was like being punched in the gut.

“You look good, have you been good?” You frowned confused by what he was trying to do, but he stepped closer to you and your thoughts were interrupted.

“I’ve been okay.” You said looking up at him, your eyes finally adjusting and you could picture his face, he bent down running his hands along your waistline,

“Good. I’ve been good too, would be better if my friend answered her phone though.” Your breathing was starting to get shallow as his hands moved from your waist to your thighs, occasionally brushing along your ass.

“Namjoon.” You warned, needing him to stop but not wanting him to, he bent down so his mouth was next to your ear,

“I know you want me.” He whispered to you, his voice sounding rough and intoxicating, his hands squeezed your ass and you jumped up, he caught you instantly and began kissing your neck as he carried you to his bedroom, you threw your head back as you moaned out his name, you’d wanted this for so long and it was finally happening, he laid you down on his bed and that’s when it all came back to you, you shoved him away when he got close to you again, you were shaking your head.

“No, I can’t do this.” You whispered getting off the bed and going over to the door but he slammed your body against it, your back pressed against his chest, your ass against his hard member.

“Don’t you feel what you do to me.” You let out a whimper, you were so weak for him.

“Joonie I can’t.” You whispered to him, but he ignored you, he and you both knew you wanted him badly, you always had wanted him badly.

“No!” You yelled pushing backwards, he stumbled away and you put your back against the door staring at him.

“You knew I liked you and now what?! I’m trying to move on and you’re suddenly all interested in me? No, Joonie. You have Y/F/N, I won’t fuck her over like that even if she knew I liked you when you took her out on a date,” He looked at you, you were serious about this and he sighed, coming over and cupping your face in his hands.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” He said running his thumb along your neck where, purple marks were starting to form.

“I asked her to go out with me that day so I could ask her how to get you to be mine,” You stared at him, he was never a good liar and it was clear he wasn’t lying to you right now.

“So what advice did she give you?” You question, pouting out your bottom lip and looking up at him, he smirked stepping closer to you once again.

“To just take control, throw you against a wall…that sort of stuff.” You hummed in amusement and he bent down, picking you up, you instantly wrapped your legs around his waist and began kissing him.

Jimin:

“Oh, the last party was such a blast.” You groaned in a complaint to Taehyung who was dragging you to a party at the dorm again. He promised you that this time would be different, he wouldn’t leave your side and you could spend the night over in his room, images of the last party came rushing back into your head as you remembered the way Jimin looked at your friend, and how you ended up walking home and crying into your pillow that night.

“You owe me a pizza for this.” You said as you entered the dorm, the place was alive with music, people were all over the place, people you’d never met before and some you had but didn’t remember the names of, Namjoon saw you and shouted your name so loud you could hear it over the booming music.

“Joonie!” You yelled back, walking over with Taehyung, he wrapped his long arms around you, lifting you up from the ground and chuckling at you.

“We’ve missed you shorty, it’s not the same bullying Jimin for being short as it is you.” You punched his chest playfully and took the cup out of his hands of whatever he was drinking, you downed it at the mention of Jimin’s name and Taehyung went to get you another drink, leaving you with Namjoon and Jin.

“Yeah, where have you been?! Why has Tae kept you all to himself?” Jin quizzed you, you laughed shaking your head at them.

“Secretly dating.” You winked, they knew you were joking obviously but Jimin who had caught the end of the conversation didn’t know you were joking.

“Dating Taehyung?” You looked at him, all of the colour drained from your cheeks as you made eye contact with him, Taehyung had come over and handed you a cup.

“Thanks.” You whispered moving away from the group and going out to the kitchen, Taehyung stayed behind with his friends and you leant against the sink.

“Are you really dating Taehyung?” Jimin asked as he followed you out to the kitchen, you looked at him and then at Taehyung who was standing in the living room still.

“No.” You stated blankly, taking another drink from your cup and looking out of the window at their garden. You weren’t dating Taehyung, you were just close with him like you were with Jimin before, you would borrow his clothes, cuddle him and just hang out like you did with Jimin,

“You know…You look amazing tonight.” You ignored his comment, you were dressed in one of Taehyung’s shirts tucked into some high waisted jeans.

“It’s Tae’s shirt right?” You nodded, trying to act a little civil towards him but as soon as you felt his hands around your waist you lost it, you slapped his hand away and moved out of the kitchen, going back to Taehyung where you knew you could control yourself, being around Jimin made you want to make out with him and never stop.

(X)

“You okay?” Taehyung questioned as you stared at the floor in silence, you’d been standing in the same spot for an hour now, all of you talking about different things but you began to zone out when you noticed Jimin staring at you, his eyes hadn’t moved from you all night, whenever you would catch his eye he’d wink and lick his lips at you,

“Headache.” You lied looking at the door and wondering if you could just leave the party but you knew Taehyung wanted you there for the night.

“Go up to my bed, I’ll come up in a bit.” You nodded and hugged him goodbye, you said bye to Jin, and Namjoon and rushed towards the staircase.

“I thought you weren’t dating him.” You heard Jimin say as he slammed the bedroom door behind him, he’d followed you up to see where you were going in such a hurry, he’d been in such a haze he hadn’t noticed he’d walked in on you with nothing but Tae’s shirt on now.

“We’re not dating, we’re just close.” You answered turning to look at Jimin who was looking at you seductively now.

“Fuck look at you.” He whispered looking you up and down, you looked down at the shirt and then rolled your eyes, trying to push him out of the room but his hand rested on your waist, sending sparks through your body.

“I never could resist you in nothing but a shirt.” He bit down on his lip and you stared at him with wide eyes, he always did this. It used to be a running thing between you, you would both flirt with one another.

“I get that you flirt with me all the time and it’s funny or whatever but you’re doing this now? What are you trying to do to my head Jimin?” You questioned, your eyes welling up with tears, you couldn’t flirt back, you couldn’t stand it.

“You should be in my shirt, not his.” He growled pulling at the bottom of the shirt trying to get it off your body but you pushed his hand away,

“Jimin no.” You whimpered to him, moving away from him and trying to open the door but he stopped you, his hand resting on top of yours.

“I’m not just flirting this time…I realised after going out with Y/F/N that I didn’t like her…It’s always only ever been you.” He whispered to you, you blinked and the tears rolled down your cheeks, you knew they didn’t go out after the first date, your friend called you the moment it was over and told you she felt bad about going and that she didn’t want to see him again.

“Jimin you can’t just say that you told her you liked her so don’t lie and say you liked me.” He sighed at you and made you look at him.

“Would I have followed you up into Taehyung’s room to bullshit you?” You were about to answer him but he kissed you instead, pushing you away from the door and onto the bed, you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you when the door opened.

“No sex in my bed, you have your own room.” Taehyung groaned, standing in the door until you moved out of his room.

Taehyung:

Your quiet night in plans were interrupted when Namjoon and Hoseok came round later that night, they found you on the sofa in Taehyung’s shirt and tissues around you.

“Nope, not feeling sorry for yourself on your birthday!” Hoseok said going to find you some clothes, Namjoon sat with you on the sofa, telling you they’d planned a night in for you and you were coming with them, even if he had to kidnap you himself, you told him it wouldn’t be necessary but it didn’t stop him throwing you over his shoulder to carry you out to the car and then doing the same up and into the dorms.

“Namjoon!” You screamed as you entered the dorms, he threw you down onto the sofa and you giggled looking around at the dorm living room, they’d decorated the walls with banners and a sign with your name on it.

“You guys are too much.” You insisted, Jimin came in from the kitchen holding a chocolate cake with candles on top, you groaned hiding your head into Namjoon’s shoulder, they all began singing to you as Jin came out holding a phone, Vliving the whole interaction, Jungkook came out with a normal camera and began snapping photos of you, while you continued to hide your blushing cheeks, you hated being the centre of attention and they knew it, you glared at them all before blowing out all of the candles.

“Happy Birthday!” They all yelled at you, Jungkook got some more photos of you while Jin set up the phone on the floor to answer questions, you did this sometimes with them. The Army knew you all got along really well and you were close with them all, they loved to see you so close with them, happy birthday wishes came flooding in along with questions for you to answer.

(X)

The night was going amazing, you were still on the VLive even though you’d been doing it for an hour and a half now but people were interested in knowing more.

“Where’s TaeTae?” Jimin asked reading one of the most frequently asked questions, you looked at Namjoon for support but the front door of the dorms opened and everyone cheered.

“He’s here! TaeTae come and say hi!” Jungkook said snapping photos of him, he came and sat down next to you and you made up the excuse of going to the toilet, coming back a few minutes later and sitting next to Namjoon who was the furthest away from Taehyung.

“How did Y/N celebrate her birthday? Tae always takes her out where did they go this year?” Jungkook readout he didn’t know what had happened with Taehyung and Y/F/N, you looked at your hands nervously and then over at Tae who was looking at you with a sad smile.

“I told them I didn’t want to celebrate this year, so this was a surprise.” You felt your eyes begin to tear up and Namjoon brushed your hair away from your neck, whispering to you.

“You okay?” You nodded and bit down on your lip to stop yourself from crying in front of everyone.

“Why are Taehyung and Y/N so far apart? Oppa go cuddled her!” Jin said with a laugh, Taehyung looked at you for a second and then back at the screen pretending to read something.

“Why is Unnie crying?” Everyone turned to look at you and you laughed nervously trying to think of something to say.

“Over emotional about my birthday.” You lied, excusing yourself and running into the bathroom to hide away from everyone. They ended the VLive and Taehyung came to find you, he knocked on the door but you ignored him, wishing he would just go away.

“I’m sorry I forgot your birthday.” You let out a silent laugh and opened the door, your face was wet from tears, you just walked past him and went to the living room to find Namjoon and Hoseok to take you home.

“Look I said I was sorry.” He said taking hold of your hand, but you snatched it away.

“I don’t care about my birthday Taehyung.” You answered, going to find Hoseok in the kitchen but he wasn’t there, they probably heard you and Taehyung and split out of the way so they wouldn’t bother you both.

“Then why are you crying?”

“It’s none of your business.” You spat at him, going into the living room to find your phone.

“It’s my business if you’re crying because of me.” You stopped in your tracks and took a deep breath, turning to look at him.

“You know what…yeah it’s your fault I’m crying, we were supposed to go out tonight and I find out from Namjoon and Hoseok that you’ve taken Y/F/N out on a date instead, forgetting me completely…so excuse me if I’m a little hurt.” You said before the tears gushed out again, you found your phone and began calling Hoseok, his phone ringing in his bedroom but he ignored it.

“You’re getting pissed at me because I went out with Y/F/N?” You shook your head, hanging up the phone because it was clear he wasn’t going to pick up.

“I’m pissed because she knew how I felt about you…and I thought you knew too. I thought the way we flirted together and acted like a couple was a sign that you liked me, clearly. I was wrong.” He stared at you as you confessed everything to him, he said nothing to you as he stepped closer, he only wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a kiss, you pulled away,

“We shouldn’t, what about Y/F/N?” He smirked at you and ran his hand through your hair,

“We went out to discuss our plans for your birthday…nothing more, we were going to throw a party next week…I forgot I had plans tonight.”

Jungkook:

You began to distance yourself from Jungkook since that night, you didn’t want to get in the way of his relationship with Y/F/N, you also didn’t want to watch them become a couple, you knew it was a bad thing to say since they were both your friends but you could only feel more hurt by them being together. But it was Yoongi’s birthday and Namjoon had been pestering you about coming to the party they were throwing for him, you’d tried every excuse under the sun to get out of it but they were having none of it, Namjoon told you if you didn’t show up he would come round to your apartment and take you there himself, and so you agreed. You wanted to go and support Yoongi but knowing Jungkook was going to be there was hard on you, You found a pair of jeans and a jumper to wear, it was only a small get together with a couple of friends around, you could just go for an hour and then leave without there being a problem, you could stay out of the way of Jungkook and everything would be fine, your heart wouldn’t feel like it would fall out of your chest. You could just stand with Yoongi all night and stay out of the way.

(X)

“So glad you could join us,” Namjoon said as you walked through the front door of the dorms, you sent him a sarcastic smile and set the present you’d gotten Yoongi, it was a collection of photography books for him, you knew he was into it and wanted to get something he would enjoy.

“Happy Birthday Oppa.” You said going over to Yoongi and giving him a side hug, he smiled at you and then offered you a drink, you walked into the kitchen together and he poured you a rum,

“Haven’t you seen you in a long time.” He said as he handed you the red cup, you nodded drinking from it while you thought of something to say to him, for some reason you weren’t around anymore.

“I know why, I don’t blame you either.” You nodded thankful that somehow Yoongi knew how to read your mind, you looked over your shoulder and saw Jungkook standing by the kitchen door, you put your head down and Yoongi sighed.

“He’s not with her you know, I’ve been trying to tell you but you keep blocking my calls.” You felt guilty about blocking him out but he knew why you were doing what you were doing, he threw his arm around your shoulder and walked out of the kitchen together, going past Jungkook and over to the sofa,

“He was never mine, but losing him broke my heart.” You admitted to Yoongi as you sat down together, he sighed patting the top of your head and looking at Jungkook.

“Well if it makes you feel a little better, when Y/F/N rejected him she told him it was because you liked him and he hasn’t stopped thinking about you since.” You almost dropped the cup in your hand and Jungkook was staring at you, he hadn’t stopped since you walked through the door with Yoongi.

“I’ll leave you to it.” He said getting up off the sofa and letting Jungkook come and take his place instead, you both sat in silence for a couple of minutes before he opened his mouth to talk.

“Look, you don’t have to say anything, I get that you don’t like me back and I’m sorry it ruined your chances with Y/F/N, I’ll talk to her and see if she’ll go with you, me liking you shouldn’t ruin your chances together.” He stared at you, a smile on his lips as you ranted on and on about it, you got up and took out your phone, ready to call your friend and straighten everything out, you left through the back door and Jungkook followed you, taking the phone from your hand and hanging up the phone.

“I don’t want her, I want you. It took her telling me you liked me back for me to fully accept my feelings for you.” You stared up at him and he put your phone into his back pocket.

“Now if you want that back I’m going to need something from you first.” You stared at him, arms folded across your chest and an eyebrow raised at him.

“And what would that be Kookie?” You asked, his nickname rolling off your toungue, he smirked at you, bending down and locking your lips together, you dropped your arms from around your chest and put them around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

“Fuck you’re too tall.” You whispered when you pulled apart, he took this time to pick you up and sit you on the railing around the porch, you were now the same size as him.

“Better?” He questioned, you pretended to think about it.

“I don’t know if this is perfect kissing height-” He kissed you again and you giggled into his lips, wrapping your legs around his waist and keeping him as close to you as you possibly could at this angle

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curiousconch · 4 years ago

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Free Fall

Chapter 4 of Ricochet (An Open Heart AU)

Catch up here: Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Chapter Synopsis: Bryce takes Heather out to distract her, while a real threat looms closer than ever.

Pairing: Rafael Aveiro x MC (Dr. Heather Song) | Bryce Lahela x MC (Dr. Heather Song)

Words: 1.9k | Genre: Crime, Mystery, Thriller, Romance

Rating/Warnings: Mature (16+) / hints of violence, stalking

Author’s Notes: I always wanted to try trampoline basketball (not sure if that's the right term?), it looked cool on videos. BUT lockdown happened, so here I am manifesting what could've been a great date night alternative. I have also long imagined to bounce around in slow motion while the chorus of Fallin' All In You by Shawn Mendes was playing on the background. Hope I made the wait for this chapter worth it. Also, disclaimer: majority of the characters are owned by Pixelberry, except the main character Heather Song.

Please let me know if you want me to tag you for the rest of this series. Thank you for reading!

Jordan whistled as he walked through the off-white hallways, pushing a cart full of cleaning supplies forward. Although he knew that this was just a temp job, a means to an ends, it didn't mean he can't enjoy its perks.

His gray overall was already damp, as he just finished mopping the hallways of the building's seventh floor. He was heading to his last assignment for the day, which was also his favorite. His black sneakers squeaked against the tiled floor, but he didn't seem to mind. He was feeling accomplished today, seeing his art splayed across the local news. He gave himself a mental pat on the back, knowing he's running closer toward the finish line of his master plan.

He adjusted his baseball cap before tapping his key card on the scanner by the glass door, then stepped inside the empty office.

He cleared the tables of assorted food wrappers in record time. But there was a table where he liked to linger a little bit longer.

His fingers grazed on the surface of the desk - she always kept hers tidy. He read through the pages of the medical books browsing where bookmarks were sandwiched in, trying to get an idea of where she left off. He then reached out to the purple bottle of hand cream on the left side of the computer screen, and pumped it to get a few drops on his palms. He loved the jasmine scent of it, reminding him of the same fragrance of the clothes in her closet.

He tapped on the keyboard and the screen display came to life, revealing a picture of her and her mother when she was a teenager. He logged himself in, checking her emails. He found what he was looking for, and took a picture of the itinerary using his phone. He closed the applications and locked the computer, the screen display reverting back to the wallpaper earlier. He smiled sadly as he looked on, thinking what a waste it will be when her day of reckoning comes. It's a pity that she threw herself in the middle of a crossfire, so he had no choice. He felt bad for her, recalling the months of stalking he did to know her life. He always thought she was no different from him, alone in a city, no parents to turn to, no one but themselves to rely on.

After switching off the computer monitor, he retrieved his cleaning supplies and sprayed a disinfectant on the surface of her desk. He was about to wipe it when he heard the distinct beep of the electronic lock, followed by the subsequent opening of the glass door behind him.

"Oh, hey Pete," Heather waved at him as she approached. "Sorry for uhm, interrupting. I'm just here to get some of my books."

He tried to hide his initial shock, grinning goofily at her then stepped back from her desk. "No problem, doc. I'll get out of your hair so you could do whatcha have to do."

She smiled back at him. "No, no need. I'll just grab these," she took the bundle of books sitting on top of her desk, "and then these..." she trailed off as she unlocked the drawers and retrieved a small bottle of the hand cream and a few markers. She put the small items in her purse and stepped back.

"Thanks, Pete. I'll see you around," she bid him goodbye, hastily getting out of the diagnostics office.

Jordan followed her figure until she was out of his sight. He then approached the glass windows and slid his fingers in between the blinds, waiting until he saw her crossing the parking lot and got into a familiar silver Camry.

Aha, so you're with the ADA. No wonder he didn't see her with the special agent. She stayed with someone else.

It was smart for her to stay somewhere he wouldn't expect. But it didn't matter now. Phase 2 didn't concern where she lived at the moment. His lips twisted into a sinister smile, knowing she never had a clue of what was to come.

Oh doc, I'll see you soon.

***

Bryce honked his horn the moment he saw what was cradled in her arms. "Nerd alert!" he shouted.

"Ugh, shut up!" she groaned, her eyes rolling as she dropped the books into the backseat of his car.

"Seriously, Heath, you are such a dork. It's Sunday!" he said as he began driving out of Edenbrook's parking lot.

She snapped on her seat belt and leaned back, crossing her arms. "You are a hypocrite, Lahela! Deep down you know we are on the same league," she said as she glared at him.

"Nope, not at the moment, I'm no hypocrite. Do you even see me checking my phone for emails?"

"Psh, you're driving, you just can't," she ruffled her bangs, annoyed. "So, what's the plan here?"

"Lighten up, Doctor Song, have some little spontaneity!" he shuffled his shoulders as he said the last word. "I promised to distract you today, did you not trust this handsome face when you said so this morning?" Bryce pouted in an effort to mock her.

She huffed in reply, settling into silence. She did trust him. She trusted him last night when she poured out her heartbreak to him. She also chose to trust him this morning, taking up his offer to go out today. He gave a convincing pitch about what he had planned for the day. But really, Heather would take any opportunity to get her mind off from the incidents of the past two days.

Besides, it was easy to say yes to Bryce. She was comfortable around him. He reminded her of her carefree days before her life all went downhill. He balanced her out, his dazzling personality never failed to brighten up even the starkest days for Heather. And this was her darkest season in recent memory. It was just apt to let someone like Bryce shine upon it.

So she agreed to leave at noon, but asked to swing by the hospital to get some of her books so she could catch up on some reading. She wanted to stay sharp since she'll be flying back to Maryland to continue her cancer research.

Now they're driving along the freeway, she had no idea where their car is headed. After almost an hour, Bryce took an exit and then a few turns, before entering a parking lot full of cars.

"We're here!" he said as he tapped the steering wheel and turned off the ignition. She got out of the car along with him, staring at the white signage in front of the building.

"Sky zone?" Heather squinted at him, a queasy feeling rising in her stomach.

Seeing her hesitation, he practically dragged her to the front door and pushed her inside. A sight of kids and adults alike bouncing up and down on various complex trampoline structures welcomed her.

She'd never seen Bryce this giddy, who went straight to the reception to register both of them. She was left alone and dumbfounded. She had no idea a place like this in Boston existed. But all the laughter surrounding her made her suddenly excited.

He pulled her into an area full of lockers, and helped her shove her shoes and purse inside an empty one. He shoved his into another beside hers.

"So? What do you think?" Bryce walked up to the nearest trampoline platform looking at her expectantly.

"You sure you're an adult?" she said sarcastically, chuckling as she said it.

"Aha! I knew it! I just know you'll like this!" he teased. "Dibs on the first bounce!" he leaped onto one then did a backflip, as Heather watched in amazement. He did another flip, even posing midair to make it look effortless. Seeing him enjoying himself, she couldn't resist any longer and dived right in.

"This... Feels... Awesome!" she shouted to him in between bouncing, trying to propel herself higher with each jump. Bryce simply nodded back, giggling with her as they alternated between bouncing and running to the different trampoline stages in the park.

Heather never felt as exhilarated as she was at that moment. With every jump, she felt a piece of her heartbreak shedding away. In her mind, she screamed at the looming threats that washed over her the past few weeks. It was getting more and more difficult to hold on to the grudges that wrapped her heart. So she let herself go. She leaped on every surface, on every stage, on every setup. She bounced until there was nothing left of the anxieties that seemed to anchor her with heaviness in the past 48 hours.

When she started losing steam, she lifted herself with all her might and leaped into a pit of sponges, savoring the few moments of free fall. She then stood up on her feet and went down, found somewhere to sit and rest. Bryce followed her shortly after.

While they were sipping ice cold water from one of the vending machines, he watched her. She was lost in her thoughts, a pensive look in her face. He perked up when she finally spoke.

"The metaphor isn't lost in me. I get why you brought me here." she punched his arm playfully, before wiping the sweat on her forehead with a paper towel.

"I never doubted you'd get it," he nodded, his face turning serious. "Look, let me tell you a secret," he leaned forward closing the gap between them. "This is where I kinda sulk after I lose a case, or when my head gets caught up in a rut," he paused for a few moments, pursing his lips. "Look, I know you've been through some hard times recently, but in my gut I know you're tougher than that. You're strong, you're a victor, you always, always overcome. Even when things get difficult, you just leverage the situation so you could bounce back. If there's anyone who can emerge from all of this triumphantly, it's you. Because you know why? You're one hell of a woman, Heather."

He stopped himself from saying anything more and finished his speech, as he gave her an endearing look.

She was taken aback by his words, unsure how to react. It took her a few moments before it sunk in - that he was exactly right. When times did get rough, she always managed to rise above it. She didn't buckle. But she had a tendency to forget, not because she's overwhelmed, but because she buzzed right through every painful experience. She used them as stepping stones, as fuel to her dreams and desires. She only needed a rousing reminder.

And that's what Bryce gave her today. With her spirit lifted by his overwhelming encouragement, she placed her hand over his and gave it a soft squeeze. Without thinking, she planted a quick peck on his cheek.

"Thank you, Bryce. Thanks for bringing me here. I needed this." she whispered, staring back at him.

It took all of Bryce's strength to stop himself from kissing her. Instead, he settled on ruffling her damp hair, smiling brightly back at her.

"Like I said, I always got your back." He opened his arms and shrugged, a smug smile pasted on his face. "So if you're done moping around, you wanna play some more?"

Heather can't help but laugh.

They hit the trampolines again, with Bryce flipping himself and shooting into some hoops. They even had a contest, where they tried besting each other over dodge ball. They didn't stop until they got both hungry. He eventually drove them to a nearby food truck, and together they ate hotdogs and greasy fries in his car. Heather's friends called her while they were parked, inviting them both for a quick hangout at Donahues.

As they drove back into the town center in silence, she couldn't ignore the tugging in her heart that this wasn't just two friends hanging out. Yet she didn't feel guilty or confused at all. That Sunday afternoon, she felt entirely certain that she was with someone who she was supposed to be with. It didn't feel forced, exhausting or boring. It simply felt good.

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anime-grimmy · 4 years ago

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Little Witch Academia and missed opportunities

Sooo, since I seem to go on a tangent every few months, have another one.

I recently watched the series Little Witch Academia. Now, I did see the original OVA and movie, but that was a few years back, so except for the concept and rough understanding of the characters I went into this show kinda blind. Also, knowing that the series started its own story and changed up a few things got me really interested.

I watched the series and you know what, it was real fun. Great animation and quirky characters, as expected of Trigger. What I didn’t expect was that I got really interested in the story as well. From what I knew about LWA (so, it’s memes) I thought it was mostly an episodic anime, which it was in its first half, but they still carried on the aspects of those single episodes.

However.

The biggest problems I have with the show lie with its characters and the missed opportunities. I do like (most) of the characters, but sometimes it felt like Trigger originally had more planned with them or they just outright shanked them. That is why I’m gonna ramble for a while, go over each character (I care about) and talk about what I like about them but was just not explored enough. Do remember, however, that I still really enjoyed the show and I am considering rewatching it again right away, but these were just some points that got on my nerves while watching.

Well, strap in I guess

(Spoiler warning btw)

Akko

Let’s start with the protagonist, shall we? I’m probably going to mention her a lot with the other characters as well, but first I want to look at her by herself.

Akko is Trigger’s typical high energy character with just a bit of sass. What I like about her is that she is loud, obnoxious, selfish and annoying and the other characters think that too. I normally really don’t enjoy these kinds of characters, even more so when I binge a series, because they get so exhausting. What I like in LWA is that even Akko’s close friends often tell her to calm down or straight up to just shut up. Akko’s character is even more enjoyable because of her great VA (actually the reason I finally picked up the anime). Her animations and reactions are super enjoyable too and tbh, even if she is annoying, she is also the funniest part of the whole show.

But, I’m here to rant, so on to the things that bothered me. Like I said, she is annoying. I can kind of see that it’s not that big of a deal on a weekly basis, maybe then it’s even uplifting. But when you sit through episode after episode it gets exhausting.

What bothers me too is that Akko barely changes. I know not to expect that much subtle character progression from Trigger, since they go from 0 to 100 fast, but it’s even stated in the show. Like the whole thing with patience. Akko was never the patient type but the episode it became the focus, they turned it up to eleven. She became unbearably twitchy and whiny, which was basically your indicator that this was going to be focused on. But after the whole lesson of the ep, in the next one Ursula even says ‘didn’t you just learn to be patient?’. I don’t wish for Akko to take big steps after she gets a lesson, but just show subtle moments where the lesson takes effect. I think it only really bothers me so much because after the ep Akko seems even more impatient.

Another thing is her selfishness / self-righteousness. Diana and Andrew even tell that to her face, that she just shoves her believes in other’s faces without considering how they feel and what their situation is. But she never, even once, doesn’t do it. I get it, it’s her character trait, being the dangerous combo of head-strong and stubborn. But it never, not even once, brings consequences. I thought it would finally happen with the whole Diana situation, because Andrew even points out Akko’s faults, but it all ends well anyways and Akko doesn’t learn at all from this.

I know this is a Trigger protagonist but at some point it just got so frustrating. It’s even sadder when you see what they did with Ryuko in Kill la Kill. Yeah, she’s still her abrasive self in the end, but she does have a more gentle and open side to her too after the show. Akko kind of stays the complete same after the whole show, only that she can do magic better and finally fly (which was honestly a cute ending, ngl). The worst parts, however, were her sad moments towards the end. And I’m not talking about her reaction to learning about Chariot, that was totally ok (though I do have some things to complaint about, but on to that later), but the thing before when she climbed that never-ending tree. Her outburst and her frustration came kind of out of nowhere, at least continuing on from the last episode. Her reasons for being so frustrated and angry make perfect sense, but the build-up is just missing, even in the episode itself. It would have been enough to make Akko look desperately at her Chariot poster a few times or just look really desperate in general after being told ‘no’ by Ursula. But she just looks her usual pouty self when that happens, so her outburst and mistrust in Ursula are very surprising. I do like that that ep is right before the Chariot (betrayal) reveal, because they just made up and got closer, but the episode itself felt so out of left field, it really bothered me.

Sucy and Lotte

Before you say anything, I’m only lumping them together because what bothers me is not their characters by themselves, they’re great and very enjoyable, but how Trigger fucking dropped them halfway through the show.

Sucy and Lotte seem very similar to their OVA and movie selves, though Sucy seems just a tad bit less evil and Lotte not that much of a typical nerd. In general, I really liked those two and their friendship with Akko.

That said.

I find it terrible how little focus they get in the second half of the show. I mean, it’s great they are those kind of friends that don’t necessarily have to hang around the MC all the time, like in the Diana-centric episode where they go ‘We know you want to go after her, so here, have your stuff and go. We’re going to support you but not take part in it’. Things like that are great! But Akko, Sucy and Lotte are supposed to be best friends, the main trio, Sucy and Lotte are supposed to be Akko’s mayor pillars of support. And this is beautifully shown in the earlier episodes, but later in the show it just feels like those two lose significance. What pissed me off the most is that in the second OP you see them grasping each other’s arms, a reference to the tapestry about the 7 lights. But in the end, Akko unlocks the staff and the big magic source by herself. I wished they’d gone more for a ‘Luna Lana’ equivalent. That’s just another thing! I watched the OVA and movie yesterday and their friendship is so much better in those! You see them laugh and fight and stick together, it’s so nice. You don’t get a cool moment like ‘Luna Lana’ in the series and I think they really should have. And no, the missile chase doesn’t count, that involved all girls.

Ultimately, I just think it’s sad that those 3 are supposed to represent this close friendship but the later show doesn’t show it at all. I wished other character-centric episodes, like with Constanze or Diana for example, would have happened sooner so that later episodes could push Akko, Sucy and Lotte’s friendship a bit more.

Speaking of Diana, oh boy, here we go.

Diana and Andrew

Yes, I’m lumping them together because both could have had so much more.

First, Diana. I was actually surprised about her character, because from the little I remember about the OVA and movie, I thought her to be more of a bitch. And I was right. In the first two instalments she is a snobbish, stuck-up, rude bitch, so a Tsundere, but fun in her own rights. Her dynamic with Akko is truly amusing. In the series, however, she is still a bit stuck up, but more just a determined, stern and smart rich girl. She does chastise Akko and is shown as a know-it-all, but she respects others way more and mostly just talks because she knows she’s right. Though, I wish she would have turned out to be something right between the two.

Diana is supposed to be Akko’s rival, so why isn’t she? She’s supposed to be the Viral to Kamina/Simon, the Satsuki to Ryuko, but she just isn’t. Before her little arc, she’s kind of that ‘big goal’, the ‘perfect witch’, so the familiar obstacle that is the rival. Diana even gains some respect for Akko but also gets disappointed in her shortly after (tbh, same). But all this progression is kind of one-sided, because Akko’s perception of Diana barely changes. They don’t really have a dynamic going on in the first half, more so their own development. Heck, in the second OP it’s shown that they’re supposed to mirror Chariot and Croix but they honestly don’t. Because Chariot and Croix were two friends that were striving for the same goal but due to how differently they tried to reach it, they grew apart. Diana is striving for the same power that Chariot and Croix did and Akko, well, she doesn’t, she just goes along because she wants to meet Chariot. Which is fine, but it feels like this ‘rivalry’ is being forced onto them. Maybe that’s also intentional, but it feels weird. Diana even once says ‘I never considered us rivals’, which is understandable, but to me it was more of a surprise that Akko saw her as one. To me, it always felt like, even if Diana didn’t realize it, she viewed Akko as her own goal to reach. Akko on the other hand just gets really miffed with Diana, and yeah, she strives to be as good with magic as her, but there’s no real rivalry, not even an implied one.

Then the whole thing with both being Chariot fans and Diana getting Akko out of her slump. I already said it once, but I still think it should have been Lotte and Sucy who ultimately got her to perk up again (I’ll describe how I think this whole thing should have gone. Again, this is only cos I was unsatisfied with the resolution, the original is fine in itself though). What bothers me so much about this is that it feels like they shoe-horned this whole thing in because that’s how it was in the original. I get what they want to do, get a parallel between Akko and Diana, even more so because they both lost their magic to Chariot, and since they’re closer now than at the beginning Diana manages to reach her. But in the end, it feels forced. Both girls had one adventure together and Diana was just starting to open up to Akko, where the hell did all that understanding come from. It’s even harder to believe because it’s shown that Diana is good at relaying facts and choosing the most logical course of action, she’s not known to just openly share her feelings, more so to someone she just learned to consider a friend. And it also feels kind of lazy that a pep talk from a fellow fan and victim would just push Akko out of her slump. Instead of somehow cramming that fact in and making Diana have lost her power too, they could have gone along the route of ‘so what if she stole your magic, you’re too stubborn to let that stop you!’

Like I said, I’ll go into detail about this scene later, but first.

Andrew.

Oh. My sweet boy, they did you so dirty.

I’m going to say it right now, I love Andrew’s introduction episode, it’s probably one of my favourites. And I also like his addition to the series in general, because whereas Diana is Akko’s feud in personality and ability, Andrew is supposed to be her opposite in ideologies. But he isn’t just a male Diana who doesn’t like magic, though at first they make you think that.

I love his introduction ep so much, because they don’t just introduce an obstacle for Akko, but once again show that the show can play with your expectations. Andrew is first shown as this typical snobby, stuck up rich kid, which he is, but even when faced with someone he disagrees with, he shows a level of respect. Then further in the episode, you see that he is in fact a calm, helpful when a bit teasing individual. It also shows that he actually has fun when in danger, which is a nice change to normally one-note characters. But what I love most about this is, that he is not just this ‘snobby non-believer turned enthusiast through one outing’ cliché. Andrew gets to have a bit of an adventure with Akko and get to see amazing magic at that, but he stays pessimistic. He doesn’t just change his world view in a second, because that’s not what he was raised to do.

Having established all that, every time he shows up, he kind of matters less and less. The whole party episode was fun and all, but with Akko still being stuck in her narcissistic world view, the effect of the ep is small. Because what it really is about, is to show on one hand that Andrew is very subordinate to his father and that his perception of magic isn’t necessarily his own opinion, so there is a possibility to change his mind. On the other hand, it’s to show Akko that some people make decisions not based on their own volition and sometimes their opinion can’t just be changed like that.

But in the end Akko doesn’t learn her lesson and even if they do play a bit with changing Andrew’s mind, there really isn’t much to it. When I heard that originally it was planned for Akko and Andrew to be together at the end, but they scrapped that idea, it made so much sense why Andrew felt so out of place in the last few episode. Because he was. Honestly, it really shows now how they weren’t so sure what to do with him at the end, because he was not supposed to be the one to make that big of an impact, neither on Akko nor on the plot as a whole. He does say something very significant to Akko though, to be her own witch and not try to be Chariot, but that gets kind of brushed under the rug, because again, he isn’t supposed to be the one to make an impact anymore. Same thing with his ‘I believe’. It’s just there to be there, because even if he opened up more to magic and Akko herself, I don’t think he would have been snapped out of his ideology that he got punched into him since he was young and just abandon his father’s decision he had just started to doubt.

I think all of this would have flown better if the whole Diana arc would have been earlier in the series. There would have been more time for Diana and Akko to find a common footing and become believable friends, Andrew would have more reason to be mesmerized by witches and magic, because he didn’t just get to see determination from Akko but from Diana as well (and you kinda have that ‘go against your family’ stuff too) and then, in the later part of the series, there would have been more time for the main trio to develop a bit more.

But even if that hadn’t happened, I just want to get to changing up the scenes after Chariot’s reveal, because I think if they had handled all that a bit better, then the original ending would have felt even more sincere.

Cheering up depressed Akko

Like I said, I find Trigger’s solution to this small arc lazy. Because you start up with Andrew and Akko meeting up to give her hat back, Andrew says stuff that not only gets Akko thinking but himself as well. Then you got the reveal, everybody searching and Diana being the only person needed to cheer her up. I know it can be argued that, only after Lotte comes in crying with the others in tow, Akko cheers up, but I think most of it can be chalked up to Diana, which is such plot convenience. Again, the things that bother me are the whole ‘Chariot fan and victim’ thing and how Lotte, Sucy, Andrew and the others are not really significant in this moment. The biggest thing that bothers me is that they start this mini arc with Andrew telling Akko to be herself and reach her goal with her own strengths in mind, not because she is chasing someone else. But then with Diana, it’s basically a ‘I could do it, so you can do it too’. I know they’re trying to build a parallel between those two and show how Diana opens up to Akko, but I think that just misses the point of what they had sat up.

Before I get to describing my idea, again, you can totally disagree with me, heck, you don’t have to like what I come up with at all. But just know that this is supposed to be a rant and I purposefully highlight the things that bothered me. I still love the show and only rant about it because I know Trigger could have made this already fun show even better.

Anyways, here is how I’d handled this arc:

The start of the arc is still the same. Akko and Andrew meet up, he tells her to believe in her own strength, Akko gets distracted and runs off, Andrew gets thoughtful. You have the whole reveal with Chariot, Akko vanishes and Diana and the others go search for her.

Now, what I want this arc to accomplish is, that Akko learns to believe in her own strengths but also to show how her friends have her back. Because that’s what the whole ending is about, right? Showing how Akko changed people, how they believe in themselves and even more so, believe in her. So, I want all of her friends to play a part in cheering her up, but make Sucy and Lotte the biggest influence of them all.

I’d start the changes from where Diana is nearly at Akko’s location. This time however, she finds Andrew close by. After the whole Parliament meeting stuff, him and his father are still in town and he went out at night, wandering around, deep in thought. He somehow managed to make himself think about his own situation with all that he had told Akko.

Diana, knowing that Andrew had met up with Akko, approaches him and asks if he had seen Akko. Since he is confused and worried after hearing she’s gone, Diana explains the situation and Andrew decides to help them search.

He is also the one that finds Akko first, right on that bench, covered in snow. (this part is a bit inspired by a post I read). He runs over to her, shocked at how cold and unresponsive she is. He gives her his jacket and he brushes the snow from he hair. He sits quietly next to her, worried glances and all. He thinks about what Diana told him and mulls over an answer. In the end, he basically repeats to her what he told her earlier that day and maybe something along the lines ‘and honestly, I wouldn’t believe you don’t have magic, because to me you are truly bewitching’, just so that you have nod back to the party, only now it comes from the heart and not because of a potion. That gets her to perk up and Andrew just gives her a reassuring smile.

Then Diana comes in, finally finding the two. Diana takes Akko to the café, Andrew staying behind. (here Akko could keep his jacket, so that in the end you have the parallel of him bringing her the hat and her returning the jacket). The café scene is kind of similar to the original, but I’d change the reason for Diana’s loss of magic. Instead of her losing her magic abilities all of a sudden, maybe she could have had a tough time manifesting them from the start. But Diana shares with Akko that she was inspired by Chariot too and that kept her going, believing in herself and her magic and finally succeeding. She tells Akko the whole thing with how she got envious of her, but at the same time that, just like Chariot, Akko had kind of become an inspiration as well. Now you don’t have the ‘I could, so you can too.’ but more Diana cementing that Akko has powers of her own and is already influencing people.

Then in come Amanda, Jasminka and Constanze. Amanda goes straight to shaking Akko and ruffling her hair, shouting something about ‘who am I gonna cause trouble with if you go’. Jasminka offers Akko her candies and Constanze shoves plans in her face, trying to show her that she needs her assistant. It’s just small things, but it would allude to the three of them caring about Akko and in Amanda’s and Constanze’s cases, that she had made an impact on them, tying in previous episodes.

Lastly come in Lotte and Sucy. Lotte is still crying and asking her if she was leaving. But they would kind of go into more detail, like a small recap of all that happened and how important she was. They would also talk about how Akko has grown so much already and so what if Chariot had taken her magic, she still inspired Akko and Akko therefore grew into her own witch that now inspires people.

After that, Akko finally snaps out of it totally, maybe grinning full force before sobbing and burying herself in Lotte and Sucy’s arms.

I think in general with a recap of the show so far and showing Akko’s journey, it would be a good set-up for the end. You got Akko back on her feet, her faith rebuilt but also her believe in herself strengthened. You got the bond between the characters established which makes the chase after the missile more impactful and you actually got more reason for Andrew to cement his own believes more. (maybe have him walk in the café too, just so he sees how many people Akko has inspired but also how much people can believe in magic)

But like I said many times already, this is just my take on what could have been handled better a bit. I still really love the show and its characters. I don’t necessarily want a whole new season, since they did wrap up many things already, but I’d love a movie or some OVAs to explore some characters more in depth.

Speaking of which, I’m just going to drop this here at the end, because I do want to talk about it but not that in depth. The thing about Ursula/Chariot and Croix. I kind of enjoyed the OVA-Ursula more, because she was kind of spunky and you could tell that she believed in her own strength. Series-Ursula is a freaking Jedi, but she is just so meek and nervous, and that even as Chariot, which I didn’t really like. Croix is an interesting character and I love me my evil scientists, but she turned generic antagonist at the end. As expected, tbh. The only thing about Croix I want to highlight is that I believed so hard that she and Andrew were somehow linked or related. Because when you binge the series, Croix shows up shortly after Andrew’s introduction. And in a series with so many unique eyes, they have the fucking same. I just thought that Trigger was hinting at something, because not only do they have a very similar shape and the exact same string green colour, the first few episodes with them heavily focus the camera on their eyes. Especially with Croix! It felt like the anime told me ‘look, look close at those eyes, seem familiar, right?’. I waited so long for something to happen but it never did, what a shame. Though, maybe they did have something planned but just like the initial ending, they scrapped that idea but left the designs untouched.

Anyways, I’ve been ranting for over 4000 words now, I think that should be enough for one little analysis. If you have your own thoughts, feel free to share them with me!

#little witch academia #rant #review?#akko kagari #sucy manbavaran #lotte jansson #diana cavendish #andrew hanbridge #amanda o'neill #jasminka antonenko #constanze amalie von braunschbank albrechtsberger #ursual #chari #croix

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wlw-lovestruck-fiction · 5 years ago

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Am I able to request a short series or story of MC love triangle with Vivienne/Aurora or Alex/Medusa?

Written by @fakeyellow

Part 1: After the Kiss.

Alex’s eyes fill with alarm and then guilt upon seeing the heartbroken woman on her doorstep.

“I ended things with Medusa,” MC says, eyes bloodshot and puffy from tears, and Alex knows from her resolute voice that she needs to speak, that she just needs them to listen right now.

“It wasn’t fair-I,” MC pauses, her face contorting in pain as she tries desperately to find the right words.

“This doesn’t mean that I return your feelings. Gods, I don’t even know what my feelings are,” MC closes her eyes as if trying to restrain the tears that threaten to fall and she finally just exhales in defeat, “I just thought you should know.”

Alex nods and they cannot bring themselves to feel hopeful, not when the woman they love is so clearly hurting because of their actions.

“Thank you,” Alex murmurs seriously and their words cause MC to look up from her grief.

“I’m not asking you to wait for me-“

“I’ll wait,” Alex immediately interrupts and MC sees their eyes filled with such clear, unwavering love that she feels the tears spill over.

“I’ll always wait for you.”

Part 2:

Although MC wants nothing more than to stay at home, she is a consummate professional and she shows up to work the next day.

That said, she doesn’t think that seeing Alex daily will do herself any good and so she asks to be transferred to the archives department for the week.

Alex’s face fills with guilt and although it looks like they want to say something else, they approve her request with a small nod. MC can only be thankful for this small concession because in her state of mind, she doesn’t know what she’d do if Alex were to reach out to her, their hand on her shoulder, their eyes-

The archives are dark and musty but she’s never found its silence more welcoming. It is here in this quiet solitude that MC begins to work through her emotional storm of feelings.

And for all that she accepts Medusa’s past and all that she is, MC can’t help but chuckle bitterly that it is her own past that is causing this rift between them.

On one hand, she loves Medusa, she truly does. They’ve been through so much together, from the gangs ripping apart the city to Athena’s feud against Medusa. Her calm grey eyes are like a soothing poultice to her soul and MC feels safe and loved and seen in her arms.

But on the other hand, Alex has always been there. They were there to offer a hand and an understanding smile when MC scraped her knees and was trying her best to contain her tears, they were there to offer a shoulder to lean on, to cry on, when her mother had died, they were there to cheer her on when she first joined HERA following the footsteps of her mother…

Alex has always been a part of her life and oh how her traitorous heart had stirred upon their kiss.

—

After each unfruitful day at work, MC goes home to her apartment. Although she’s slept in this bed for years without problem, she finds that it suddenly is too big and too empty and her eyes begin to water.

It had only been recently that she’d moved into Medusa’s house and she’d never expected to be back in her apartment. Not like this.

She longs for the warmth of Medusa’s arms wrapped around her, she longs for a cup of tea always so lovingly prepared by Medusa, she longs to run to Medusa and declare that she only loves her, would only ever love her for all of her life.

But how can she? When part of her heart had awoken upon the touch of Alex’s lips on hers, when part of her heart beats rapidly for Alex the same as it does for Medusa..

She knows Medusa has been through so much; she’s seen firsthand how the Gods and monsters torment her due to age old grudges, unwilling to let the past be past. She’s seen the devastation that lies behind her cool, grey eyes, the vulnerability that still exists from when the world had abandoned her after her powers were stripped from her.

She hates herself for adding onto that pain, for causing Medusa such heartache, but she will not add lying to her list of crimes.

Her eyes flicker to her phone which lies temptingly on her nightstand and MC wonders what Medusa is doing right now. Is she similarly plagued with an inability to sleep or has she long since fallen asleep? Is she reading a book or is she out in the garden to calm herself?

But thoughts of Medusa quickly turn over to thoughts of Alex and MC feels an ache in her chest as if her heart has literally torn in half. She closes her eyes and resigns herself to a night of restless slumber.

—

A week passes and her chest is still a Gordian knot of emotions (although MC can only wish her problems might be solved so easily by cutting her heart in two).

But her heart also yearns to be out in the city again, working as a field agent, the position she’d worked so hard for, and so MC returns to the top floor.

The first face she sees upon her return is Alex and although her heart clenches with pain, she can also feel herself breathe easier. She’d missed them, even if it had only been a week.

It’s awkward at first but then they fall back into an easy rapport and it’s as if nothing has changed (except everything has changed and MC feels that keenly whenever they accidentally lock eyes for a second longer than needed and matching blushes appear on their faces).

When Medusa texts her one morning asking if she’s free for lunch, MC freezes only for Medusa’s next message to arrive, “As friends.”

MC accepts the offer and she’s nervous that entire morning until she goes out of the building and sees Medusa waiting for her.

Her breath is stolen away in that moment- how many times had she seen Medusa waiting for her in that exact spot?

Medusa spots her a second after MC does and her eyes light up in that same way it always did when they were dating and this almost breaks MC. She is seconds away from falling to her knees and sobbing and begging for Medusa to take her back but she takes a deep breath.

By the time Medusa reaches her, MC has composed herself and she greets Medusa with a small smile before they make their way to the park.

Part 3:

Weeks have passed since that fateful kiss and MC has still had no luck in trying to sort out her feelings; if anything, they’ve become even more entangled.

She goes to work with Alex everyday and most days she’ll go out for lunch with Medusa and the entire thing is just one big mess that MC knows she has to end because it’s unfair to keep stringing the both of them along like this.

But one night, she finds her sleep plagued with nightmares, tossing and turning until she awakes with a scream in her throat and a desperate need to see one person.

And something clicks into place, something that causes her to bolt from her bed and run all the way to a certain apartment.

She is panting by the time she arrives, ungraced with godly powers like so many of the people she loves, but she cannot stop, not when her heart is finally singing a truth she’s suppressed for so long.

By some stroke of luck, Alex opens the door, their eyes clear and alert as if they too had not been able to sleep.

“MC? What’s wrong?” Alex asks urgently, and MC knows that they would follow her to the ends of the earth if she asked.

It’s you,” MC says breathlessly, feeling as if her heart might burst, “It’s always been you.”

The alarm in Alex’s amaranth eyes disappear only to be replaced with such a familiar, affectionate warmth that MC wonders at how blind she must have been to have mistaken it for anything but love for so long.

Alex opens their arms as if too overcome to speak and needing no further encouragement, MC falls into their embrace.

And as they whispers their love into her hair, MC knows that something that feels this right cannot possibly be wrong.

Part 4:

Medusa opens the door and MC does not have to speak because the guilt on her face is answer enough. She’d never been good at hiding her feelings.

Medusa feels her heart shattering but she suppresses it as best she can, pasting on a small, sad smile.

“So you’ve decided,” Medusa states and at MC’s silence, the last part of her heart that had held out hope that MC might deny it finally dies.

MC’s eyes shimmer with unspilled tears but she cannot let them fall, she cannot be so selfish as to cry when she is the reason for this pain, when Medusa is working so hard to keep her own emotions at bay.

“I’m sorry,” MC says and she winces at how paltry her words seem, how insufficient her apology seem against the heartbreak she’s caused.

“You deserve better,” MC continues to speak, fighting to get the words out because Medusa deserves to hear them, “You deserve someone who’ll love you unconditionally, someone who’ll never stop loving you no matter what. And I’m so sorry I couldn’t be that person for you but you deserve to find someone you love.”

Medusa does not speak and MC finally turns away.

And when MC has gone, her back but a speck in the distance, Medusa whispers, “I did.”

“I found you.”

#Anonymous #lovestruck #lovestruck afk #lovestruck headcanons #lovestruck medusa #lovestruck cyprin #lovestruck alex #alex cyprin #alex cyprin x mc #alex x mc #medusa x mc #afk medusa #medusa #astoria fates kiss #astoria fates kiss medusa #angst #woeful wednesday

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definitely-not-an-alb · 4 years ago

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Also, and I’ll shut up then, I dislike this reccing culture by the authors’ and characters’ demographics and nothing else so much, but especially in science fiction. Listen. I get it in dramas and romance and such. THUG being written by an American Black Woman is relevant af to THUG. The gays being gay in Charité is relevant to the series about Nazis being homophobic. Sometimes, it’s going to be relevant to Sci Fi, too. Like fuck yeah Octavia Butler being Black is relevant to most of her work. Except Bloodchild is also choke full of stuff about gender and trans-ness imo.

But quiet frankly, I (primarily) pick my genre fiction on theme and quality of execution, and I recc on theme, because that’s the thing I’m going to take away from it. If the demographics are relevant (eg, this is transhumanist sci fi with a trans disabled mc!), add it, but, like, include the theme/subject maybe? It’s wlw! cool. what is it about. It’s wlw in space! yes but what is it about. it’s wlw necromancers! So is it about ... death? life? grief? bodies and our relation to them? transhumanist themes? what happens to grief in a world where people can come back? something entirely different? From what I can tell until now, it’s about religion. should I read it because of the world building? because of the characterisations? because of the plot?

Like, I can’t recc anyone anything anymore because I’ll describe the actual book (’So they have these machines that download peoples memories and then transfer them to a new person, kind of like Trill but not, I don’t want to spoiler it, but the author does some very interesting things about personhood and self with that! Adn I’d love to discuss that with you if you read it, too’) and they won’t even listen to me until I say ‘also it’s wlw’, even tho it’s completely irrelevant to the book. Literally I cannot explain how much this book is exactly the thing everyone’s always on about about ‘casual’ representation, except for how it ties into the IMAGOs and advanced medicine creating ... interesting af implications about gender and sexuality (do people perceive themselves as gendered in a world where roles of mother and father become detached and fluid, where women don’t ‘have’ babies anymore, etc? What does this do to concepts of family? How does having a bunch of people and their memories and feelings in your brain affect your sexuality and love life?). And idk, often I get the vibe they kinda. Forget all the themes and warnings I told them before? And, personally more annoying, I can’t find anything to read, because I genuinely do not give a shit who the mc is snogging if it’s not a) about specifically that thematically or b) a romance or c) at that point, probably, both.

And also, again, often themes double as warnings, and I’m tired of walking into shit blind-sided. Not knowing what it’s about might upset or trigger me, but it also makes reading/watching/listening less enjoyable, because idk wtf I’m supposed to be looking for! Is this a horror movie? Do I have to watch the background for ominous shapes? Is this tech thematically relevant, a plot device or just set dressing? Are we on a desert planet because the story expects me to know Dune? Is it about Iraq? Am I supposed to ignore the fucking desert because it’s just Romance In Space anyways?

And maybe this is a very mean opinion, but if your speculative fiction has nothing going for it except the romance, it’s bad and also not speculative fiction. Like that’s a romance novel with a sci fi or fantasy setting right there, and those are great, but if you market that as Sci Fi (with romance) you’re just trying to crawl from one ghettoized genre into another one and also congrats, you’re the Nicholas Sparks of Sci Fi. Except none of these books ever are! They have great things going for them! It’s a fucking disservice and insult to the book and the author to recc them exclusively by who’s putting their lips on whom and what skin colour and mental and physical state they have while doing it!

‘well but people just want to read books about people like them for once, alb. you have to understand alb. it’s for social justice, alb. you’re being regressive by insisting speculative fiction by marginalized authors and/or about marginalized characters should be read on the merits of it’s speculative elements, alb.’

#vent #okay to reblog vent

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bangtancentricsblog · 5 years ago

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part of the Smoke Clouds Series

{adj.} (of a person or their behavior) unconventional and slightly strange

weird neighbor taehyung x grumpy mc

This is my second ever fic for Taehyung, it’s narrative heavy and comes in at around 2.8k and it’s the most I’ve written in a while! It was inspired by Stanley and Sydney’s relationship in Netflix’s ‘I Am Not Okay with This’. It’s unedited and has recreational drug use, Tae smokes weed, Mc has trouble making friends. Features weed dealer Jungkook, I wish I was as witty as I think I am and maybe this would’ve been funnier please let me know what you think! Let me know if I forgot to mention something.

Taehyung was weird, or maybe he was just a happy guy. Either way he made it his sole purpose to annoy you, well at least that’s what you thought. You’d moved into this neighborhood some two years ago, you hadn’t greeted anyone or even bother to introduce yourself. No, you weren’t the ‘I’m new in town and I made cookies’ kind of neighbor. That was the kind of shit people did when they wanted friends in their neighbors, but not you. No you weren’t that nice and you didn’t in fact care if you were friends with the neighbors. Hell you’d be happy if they never spoke to you, except for the fact that Taehyung had happily walked down the road and introduced himself to you. Again he was weird, long locks just hanging in his face as he smiled the weirdest box smile you’d ever seen. He’d been the one to bake something for you as a welcome gift, he didn’t even bat an eye as you said you didn’t want it. He’d only smiled and turned on his heel once again welcoming you to the neighborhood. It’d taken a moment, hands clutching the pyrex filled with cookies to realize he was sans shoes. He was weird.

It had taken four months, that's right four of him running up to you whenever he’d see you down the street, mud caked to the soles of his feet as he took the shopping bags from you and carried them the rest of the way for him to worm his way into a friendship. It took him no time at all to ask if you wanted to get high with him, something that you had always turned your nose up at but had agreed bringing the snacks from the convenience store with you. The first time you smoke with him he shotguns it to ease you into it, it’s also the start of when you two casually kiss even if not for the benefit of sharing the high. His lips were soft and he was handsome if you took the time to really look and you did when you were high. Through him you meet his dealer, a boy by the name of Jungkook who lives a block from the convenience store you frequent when you're high. Taehyung takes to holding you around the waist when your mind is cloudy from the weed giggles slipping past usually cemented lips. He tells you that you smile more after you’ve smoked, a scowl settling on your lips while you’re still sober. It isn't something you like to think about especially since he’s just your friend.

He was always smiling you note, even when you would angrily rant about how stupid he was for not wearing shoes when he got sick. He’d choked on his laugh, coughing as he told you how much he loved the feel of nature through his toes. You go to parties together, the people you meet are nice enough but none of them like you. Except for Jungkook with his bambi eyes and bunny smile who takes to holding your hand and dragging you around when Taehyung is busy with other people. You’re not jealous, because why would you be? You aren't his girlfriend and he has more friends than just you, he shouldn't have to sacrifice his fun to make sure you're enjoying yourself. Jungkook asks you if you want to smoke with him and you say yes, you’re taking a slow drag from the blunt when another person comes up and asks for a hit. You hand it over narrowing your eyes at the girl who’s standing beside you, she’s pretty dark head of hair shining in the moonlight her eyes twinkling with mirth as she meets your gaze. She introduces herself as Lisa, a friend of Jungkooks and you smile softly, she's nice enough she makes you laugh but you don’t see yourself becoming her friend.

He’s wearing shoes the day he asks you why you hate people. He doesn’t ask to be mean and you don’t think he really cares all that much, he’s just curious. You’re brows furrow lips pressed in a firm line, quite honestly you don't want to tell him why. He doesn’t need to know and it’s been almost 8 months of your friendship so you don't want to see him change because of you. So you don't say anything and instead change the topic to Jungkook who you saw at the convenience store buying a large slushie and scowling at the microwave. He doesn’t ask again just laughs as he tells you how the other boy has been feuding with the thing since he was a kid. He shares some of his own childhood stories and they’re funny so you laugh but there’s no real humor to it. You two smoke later that day making out as you’re perched in his lap. The fuzziness of your brain lulling any of the thoughts that has managed to surface from your earlier conversation.

You’ve been ‘friends’ nearly a year when you hurt his feelings. He didn't push really, never brought up why you hated people again. So you don’t really know why you reacted the way you did, he’d been standing in his yard (sans shoes but that was normal now) hands tucked into his pockets as Lisa giggled up at him. He smiled down at her that soft dopey smile he wore whenever he was higher than a kite. The one you had thought was reserved only for you, but maybe he was just that kind of guy. Sure you kissed and smoked together but nothing else has happened. He didn't call you his girlfriend and you didn't call him your boyfriend, you went to parties together sure but nothing happened. It was a stagnant, comfortable place, one that you had happily kept near and dear. One that you didn't think would ever be something you’d have to give up. You see him turn smile so wide as he catches sight of you and leaves Lisa to come join you down the road. You’ve come from the doctors today, and even though he doesn't know it's hard to not want to be mean to him.

You hadn’t meant it, the words that had come from you burned like acid on your tongue. The look of utter hurt that crossed his features as you spat the nastiest things at him made you want to crumble. You’d managed to take all the things you liked about him and twist them into the most horrible things you could possibly think of. His smile had fallen eyes shining with tears as he looked at his feet suddenly shy and then nodded his head once before bolting away from you. Lisa had scowled at you as she walked past, shoulder checking you and calling you an asshole. You couldn’t have agreed more, so you continued your walk to your house mind rampant with thoughts of a weird boy with a box smile.

It's been almost a month since you’ve last spoken to Taehyung, not that you would want to either if you were in his position. He avoids you as best as he can, you’ve seen him just up the road when you come from a late night walk to the convenience store. He looks tired, not much like himself, or at least the version of himself you know. You don’t go out much anymore either, Jungkook glares at you when he sees you and you understand. It’s not much but Jungkook was the only person that you actually liked and considered a friend besides Taehyung. It's considerably harder to get through the day, especially when you used to spend it smoking with Taehyung and Jungkook won't sell you any weed now that he also isn't speaking to you. All in all you miss your friends, the ones you made here in this new town that was supposed to be a new start. The sun is shining through the blinds in your living room as you lay on the couch the tv on but nothing catches your attention. The newest season of Castlevania plays and it's one of Netflix’s best animated shows yet, or at least to you it was. You had planned to watch it with Taehyung since you both shared an open admiration for Richard Armitage and his role as Trevor Belmont. You’re on episode eight which means you spent the entire time staring blankly at the screen none of what has happened enough to distract you from how badly you had fucked everything up.

The pyrex from all those months ago sat on your kitchen table empty and clean ready to be returned but seemingly forgotten. You missed him, missed his dopey smile, his deep chuckle, the soft way he kissed you, the slow drawl to his voice when he was higher than a fucking kite. You missed Taehyung and you wanted to go back to how it was before you had burned down that bridge of friendship and maybe something else. You rose slowly, ass now firmly planted on the couch cushion as your hands rubbed at your jean clad legs. It took you a couple of minutes, well more like a few months but you’d come to a shocking conclusion. Taehyung, the same guy who almost never wore shoes, the one who smoked as much as he laughed. Taehyung whose boxy smile was the highlight of your day, who held you tenderly and kissed you softly. Taehyung who had introduced you to Jungkook, who loved animals and drank too much coke. Taehyung who you had been rude to upon introduction, but had baked you cookies anyways was quite possibly the best thing to happen to you your entire life, and you now had come to realize you were completely in love with. The same Taehyung who probably hated you, the one who you made cry and all because you had seen him smile at someone else. God you were the worst, you wanted to cry just thinking about all the mean things you had said. Maybe you could make it up to him somehow, maybe you could bake him something and show him how sorry you are and how much you miss him.

Two hours later you’re pulling a less than appealing cake from your oven. It seemed simple enough on the box, so why the hell does it look like this. It's at this very moment that you realize that you are a terrible baker, and an even worse human.

“Oh god what the fuck.” you mutter hands on the counter as you wonder if he’ll like it. You suck it up and hope for the best, the worst that can happen is you fuck it up and he tell you he never wants to see you again. Guys like big gestures, right? To be honest you’re not entirely sure but you hope he does. You’re nervous as you wipe your hands on your jeans and make your way down the road to his house. Halfway there you stop turning back only to keep moving towards his house, its nerve wracking. Never had you had feelings like this for someone and never had you fucked up this bad. You’re standing in front of his door the paint looking just as it had almost a month ago. Except here and now he’s not standing there smiling down at you and inviting you in for your daily smoke session. It feels like forever just standing here now that you managed to sift through your thoughts and came to the conclusion that you had feelings for him. Yet you know nothing will change if you don't gather enough strength to make your limbs move and knock.

A sound comes making your eyes grow wide as you realize that you’ve just knocked and are currently still knocking on his door. All the blood rushes from your face when you realize maybe now isn't the best time to try and reconcile with him. The sun is setting quickly and you haven't had enough time to prepare what you want to say to him. Your heart beats in your chest hard enough that you hope it bruises something, maybe then you’ll have time to thoroughly think this through. You’re ready to book it hands gripping tightly onto the pyrex container to make sure it doesn’t fall and break as you run for it, only you can’t run because the door opens. The light is low with Frank Sinatra floating softly through the air, your eyes are wide as they take in Taehyung. He's not smiling for one but his hair is longer curling at the ends and hanging in his face. He's wearing a black button up tucked into a very tight very appealing pair of black jeans, the top two buttons of his shirt are undone flashing that bit of caramel skin you loved seeing.

He’s dressed like he went into the office today whereas he usually works from home and suddenly you feel all the more ready to flee. Though you see a glimmer of curiosity flicker through his gaze and that's what keeps you planted where you are. He quirks a brow and it's now that you notice the two of you have been standing awkwardly staring at one another. You clear your throat first before you thrust the pyrex container towards him and ducking your head.

“I made this for you.” you breath the words so quietly you aren’t sure he even heard you. The container leaves your hands and you hear the lid come off followed by a distressed sound. You’ve taken to gnawing on your lip as you try to formulate other words.

“What is this exactly?”

“Devil's food cake, sorry if it tastes like shit its from a box.”

“Oh,” he says sounding mildly confused and maybe because the half charred half undercooked treat is terrible. You still cant comprehend how the hell you managed to fuck it up like that “wow you are so bad at this.”and you perk up slightly because you can just barely make out a sliver of mirth in his tone.

“I, I wanted to um, I uh, well…”you sputter trying your hardest to form a proper sentence. Though you notice you sound more like a bumbling babbling baboon. You meet his stare hoping that he knows, that he can tell what you’re trying to say. He has beautiful eyes you note, still trying to make your feelings known. He just waits patiently a small smile lining his lips the longer you stand trying to come up with the words to tell him. He watches as you gesture with your hands, opening and closing your mouth multiple times as your features slowly grow more and more frustrated. You’re huffing now scowl growing the longer you take to form words that will hopefully get your feelings across. Nothing comes, and you’re just about ready to cry and leave. Tears shine in your eyes blurring your vision a sob crawling its way up your throat in an attempt to flee. It doesn’t come however as Taehyung's warm palms cup your cheeks thumbs swiping just under your eyes and catching the tears that clung to your lashes. The pyrex container is out of sight as he leans forward pressing his lips to yours in a kiss.

It's soft, softer than when you first kissed and softer than all the others after that. He slants his lips slightly kissing you with just the press of your lips and nothing more. It frees the butterflies in your tummy, and your hands come up to grasp onto his belt loops. Anything really that will reassure you that this is real, that he is here and he is real. He pulls away eyes meeting yours once more, “I’m sorry,” you say and he smiles pressing his forehead to yours “i didn't mean any of what i said. I want you to know that.”

“I know, and it's okay.”

“It's not, I’m sorry. I never want to hurt you like that.” you whisper now tears filling your eyes again.

“I know, and i already forgave you.”

“I like you.” you blurt wishing you had waited. His eyes crinkle as his box smile kisses his lips, he pulls away hand turned up in an offering for you to take.

“Do you want to come in and smoke?” You take his hand nodding and walking in behind him. Your perched on his lap two hours later arms wrapped around his neck mind blissfully fuzzy from the weed. His lips are soft, and he’s just as beautiful as you remember, his arms are around your waist holding you close as you take your time kissing him. He groans every now and then when you take to nipping at the skin of his neck, eyes hazy with that far away he gets. You’ve pulled away from his neck taking in a blooming blemish that’ll be vibrant come morning when he says, “I like you too.” mouth already quirked in a smirk when he sees your eyes shine as you pull him into another kiss that's too much tongue and teeth but perfect.

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