#hope that friendship will last long cuz i have seen so many break-ups

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from Textbook Love drabbles

pairing: bully!Jungkook x nerdy!fem!Reader

genre: drabble(?), smut, college au

synopsis: “She’s too sweet,” Taehyung begins, “too kind, too nice, everything you’re not. You wouldn’t be trying to keep me away from her if you didn’t know that. Are you afraid she’ll like me better?”

warnings: slight angst, arguing, dubcon, mild violence

word count: 4.7k

a/n: ima need yall to submit jk gifs cuz it is taking me TOO long to find a good one 👺 not proofread.

The weekend is fun: students’ two days of temporary rest and catching up on their assignments. Jungkook doesn’t concern himself with the latter, but he does enjoy waking up later in the day and lying down on the grass with his arms crossed under his head, bathing in the sun without any worries. It’s peaceful, thinking thoughts of you with dimmed eyes while the breeze gently wafts past him.

But of course, Taehyung wouldn’t let him just enjoy his day without a hint of irritation. Good things never last anyway. He’s sitting in the middle of the field, a hot spot for relaxation, and feels the soil under his palms while observing his surroundings. Yoongi is with them, munching on a few snacks while scrolling through his phone as it quietly plays music.

“The girl at the party,” Taehyung begins before glancing at Jungkook through his sunglasses, “she was alone when I came back. You weren’t around either; did you cum too soon or something? I saw you two kiss.”

“I left,” Jungkook mumbles without opening his eyes.

“Why?”

“I was bored.”

“And where did you go?” he pries.

“None of your business.”

Taehyung scoffs at his dismissal before averting his gaze elsewhere. “I do have a guess.”

“Don’t start,” Yoongi warns him without looking up. The two best friends usually get into arguments in a matter of seconds daily, and Yoongi just wants to spend his day without having to break up a fight. Just this once, he hopes… but hope doesn’t save him.

“I’m just wondering if you actually went all the way back to campus to fuck another girl, who coincidentally also does your homework.” His tone is cool and collected, but it borders on mocking that usually goes unnoticed. He’s been around these two too long for them to miss, however. Yoongi sighs, dreading the response already.

Jungkook sits up on his elbows with a glare directed towards Taehyung. “How’s your ex holding up, Tae? You think she cheated on another guy yet?”

Neither of the two friends have a filter around them, no consideration for their words as they apathetically insult one another; but Jungkook can go too far, especially by bringing up old wounds. 

Taehyung was in a toxic relationship with his first girlfriend of two years, which took a huge toll on his mindset. Constant infidelity, endless forgiving, make up sex and catching her with another man after: a cycle that went on for over 24 months. The concept of love became tainted in his eyes, no longer interacting with the opposite gender if not to get laid, and Jungkook’s commensalistic - rather parasitic - relationship doesn’t disprove his hateful ideology. Love only consists of two people: a host who provides, and the parasite that selfishly takes it all. 

But he isn’t over the pain that lasted a year after the break up, which was shamelessly executed by the parasite: his former girlfriend. It took a lot of trust to open up about it to his friends, and it lifted a heavy weight off of his chest. Only this year did he stop thinking about her, until Jungkook asked about her so casually. It stings his heart only for a second, and he scoffs as Yoongi intervenes, “Both of you need to shut the fuck up.”

“If you guys want to talk about my relationships, then don’t get all whiny when I talk about yours.”

Taehyung swallows his pride and confidently answers, “I don’t know, Jungkook. I hear she’s doing well, but no information on her boyfriends. Your turn: what’s going on with that nerd?”

“Elaborate.”

“Are you two dating?” Yoongi asks exhaustedly. They just keep taking every opportunity to annoy each other, and it’s even overwhelming him at this point. 

Rolling his neck side to side in thought, Jungkook takes a moment to answer, “No.”

“Bullshit,” Taehyung spits. “You know what? Let’s just move on. I’m sure I could get proper answers from someone else.”

“If you have a death wish, that is,” he warns with a slight seethe before lying back down.

He doesn’t respond and hides a smirk, a couple having a romantic picnic ahead of him from a distance. He watches them for a few seconds before muttering to himself, “It’s not going to be my death.”

Yoongi and Jungkook chill on their own after Taehyung leaves. He’s roaming the campus in hopes of finding that one girl who is always wearing some school skirt and working 24/7 to find out what is so special about her. Jungkook might think he doesn’t notice them interacting, but behind that airhead facade, he’s observant. It’s not that big of a fucking secret either, they’re not deliberately hiding their strangely beneficial friendship or whatever. You stick out like a sore thumb in the yard, though there’s not many people to tell you apart from anyway.

He approaches you rather slowly, inspecting your figure first before meeting you. Your posture is straight and composed, fingers quickly typing away on your keyboard without even looking at them. You look so serious to him, a contrast to the radiant butterflies flying past you in such a bright environment. He wonders if you ever procrastinate or take breaks, and most importantly, how someone that appears so smart has fallen into such an obvious trap set by his best friend of all people. 

His hands are in his pockets as he speaks his first words to you. “Hi, I’m Taehyung.”

Your reaction is instant: a quick look at him and you’re already frowning. “I’m Jungkook’s best friend,” he adds in case you’ve seen him around before. 

“I don’t know you.” And with that distant reply, you return to your essay. If meeting Jimin has taught you anything, it’s that you can’t trust anyone who claims to know your lover. They are just using it against you… 

“Well, shit,” he laughs, “I didn’t realize you were so cold.” Your eyes don’t waver from your screen, so he tries another approach: “Are you the girl Jungkook left the party a few days back for?”

Your ears perk up in his direction, but you don’t show it. But he notices the pause in your taps before you continue typing, and he holds that against you. He takes a seat across from you, and your laptop covers your face from him. “I just wanted to meet the person that’s got him whipped enough to get high and run off to them.” You bite down on a smile and prolong your silence. “I guess I’ll talk to you when you’re not busy.” 

He stands up just as you tell him, “Wait, no, I’m not busy.” You close your laptop mid-way before hesitating, but slam it shut nonetheless. “Sorry.”

“You’re good.” He sits back down and clasps his hands on the table. “So what’s going on between you and him? He refuses to tell me, as if you’re his little secret.”

You shyly look down at your flats and twiddle your fingers on your lap. “We’re together… but he is very mysterious.”

It’s a good thing you don’t glance at him to hide your blush, because he’s a little skeptical. He puckers his lips and furrows his brows but controls his expression when you look up. He mentally curses for taking longer than a few seconds to respond; it’s suspicious. “I know right? I don’t know why he’s so reluctant to talk about you. You’re a total sweetheart.”

Approval from Jungkook’s friend: check. Will he like you more if you get along with his friends? The thought excites you, because at least this is someone he likes, unlike Jimin. “Thank you,” you shy a smile. “Um…”

You’re awkward: not Jungkook’s type, Taehyung notes. You’re obviously the host... “So is this a fling, or are you two serious?”

“We’re serious!” you immediately answer. “I love him, and he recently told me he loves me too. He used to kiss me for doing his homework, but now he does it out of nowhere.”

Wow… romantic. He suppresses a chuckle because he doesn’t want to laugh in your face, not when you’re so cute when you talk about him. Your eyes light up with a gleam, a lovesick smile gracing your face and now desperate to befriend him. You look like him when he was supposedly in love. You’re serious about Jungkook, but for how long? Especially when the other side of the relationship is not so committed. It should be mutual: with two hosts.

“Yeah?” he acts interested and raises his sunglasses up to his hair. “How does he act around you?”

“Well,” you start gushing, “he is a little closed off with his emotions.” True. “He doesn’t like me talking to other guys.” Ooh, interesting. “He can’t stand being ignored,” you chuckle. Can he now? “And… he is so cute when he’s jealous. He has this glare whenever I don’t give him enough attention, but he would never admit it. He likes being intimate with me, likes it when I reassure him. He never says it out loud though, I can just tell by looking at him. I’ve never felt this way for anyone, never fell in love with someone until I met Jungkook. I just want to make him happy because he used to look so sad when I watched him from afar.” A hopeless romantic.

Maybe if you didn’t sound so genuine and innocent, he would’ve made fun of you. But he just feels pity for someone who is so giving to someone who gives back so little. You don’t deserve it; don’t deserve to stay up working on so many assignments; don’t deserve to not have any hobbies; don’t deserve to be so unloved. You are pathetic, but it doesn’t turn him off.

Taehyung is a host too.

He clears his throat at the unexpected stirring emotions in his heart, “What do you love about him? Do you like being treated like shit or something?”

“He doesn’t treat me badly! He is like a light switch, you know? He doesn’t know how to act, sometimes sweet and sometimes… a little mean. I love him for his pure heart, and I believe that we are similar in a lot of ways.”

Taehyung can’t contain his snort. Similar? You are opposites. You are similar to him, not Jungkook. He feels… jealous. The pairing is just so ridiculous and flawed, but you’re neither of the two; you are just good. Taehyung can be good too. “So, what’s your Instagram user?”

The lack of commentary and escalation of the topic catches you off guard. It’s a distraction. “I don’t have an account,” you reply in confusion.

“Wow, I’d expect you to cyberstalk Jungkook on there,” he jokes with a laugh.

“He has an Instagram?”

He purses his lips, his grin faltering as he nods. He takes out his phone from his pocket to show you the account, and holds it in your face. Your lips part as you gently take it from him, curiously inspecting the collage of images. 

“He plays the guitar?” you ask in awe. You click on each picture to zoom in on them, and your heart jumps upon seeing his selfies while Taehyung hums. He is gorgeous in your eyes, and you want to keep up with his posts in hopes of seeing another selfie. These are hidden gems that Taehyung had the courtesy of providing to you.

“He’s learning,” Taehyung says, “you should sign up and post some pictures as well. You’re really cute.” His cheeky compliment makes you happy; he is basically giving you his blessing! 

“Thank you, and you’re right,” you chirp, “I will make an account after I finish this essay. Want to take a picture with me?”

It’s safe to assume that Jungkook wouldn’t mind you talking to his best friend, so why not expand your social circle? You’ll be more involved with his life this way. Taehyung stammers slightly before agreeing. He switches benches to sit next to you while you rummage through your backpack to find your phone. He finds it strangely endearing how you hold it, using your index finger to swipe between apps to find the camera. It almost stings his heart that you’re so old-schooled in a cute way. Once you angle it above you with your arm stretched out to your left, Taehyung appears to be behind you as he lowers his glasses. You smile brightly into the lens while he cutely puckers his lips. 

Click.

“Are you wearing perfume?” he asks before he can stop himself. Your scent tickles his nostrils sweetly, and he doesn’t know why he’s noticing so much about you or holding a conversation with a woman without being naked. It’s been a hot minute since Taehyung’s had such a platonic interaction, and it shouldn’t feel this nice. He shouldn’t want to continue it through social media either.

“Yes! Do you smell strawberries? I noticed Jungkook eating them before, so I use just about anything strawberry scented. Lotion, shampoo, shower gel…”

He tunes you out as you gush and focuses on the smooth movement of your lips. You’re too good, and Taehyung knows he isn’t the best person but at least he’s not as bad as Jungkook. I shouldn’t think like this… but am I wrong? He will break your heart. What if it’s the right time to intervene to save you from that misery, and be a friend to both of you? He doesn’t want you to fall apart and be completely crushed right in front of his eyes, not when he just witnessed how childishly happy and naive you are. It wouldn’t be fair to you, nor to the life lesson he was taught years ago.

And he then notices that you're wearing strawberry lip balm. 

“Jungkook kis-” -sed someone else before coming to you. You hum and tilt your head at his interruption, waiting for him to finish his sentence. “Jungkook… does love strawberries.”

Though your work ethics are questionable for how exhausting they are, it gets the job done sooner. The moment you’re assigned a task, you do it, regardless of if it’s yours or Jungkook's. Saturday evening and Sunday are free for you, so you spend your time outside after leaving your backpack in your dorm. You think you look silly, taking pictures of anything you find interesting to post on Instagram. You made an account, but it appears like a bot with its empty feed. Jungkook enjoys doing this, so you want to try it as well. 

You don’t stray far from campus because you’d easily get lost, and your gallery looks boring to you. The only decent photo you have is with Taehyung, but you want to post a picture with Jungkook before anyone else. You grumble under your breath while walking back to the dormitory building. You look through Jungkook’s posts again as you do so with a smile. 

A heavy arm slings over your shoulder and hitches your breath just as the culprit says, “What’s the rush?” He doesn’t even look at you, and you wonder if he recognized you from your clothes after coming up from behind you. 

“Jungkookie!” you cheer excitedly. He glances at you and quirks a brow at the nickname. His eyes then trail to your lit up phone and snatches it from you, which you don’t fight against.

“You’re stalking me?” He scrolls through his profile from your phone and smirks before stating, “I didn’t know you had an Insta.” The both of you enter the building with his arm still wrapped around you, which flutters your heart.

“I made one today, since you use it.” He exits his profile to look at yours. You’re in the elevator as you inform, “Taehyung told me.”

A pause, then a click. Jungkook snapped a photo of you when you pressed the button of your floor. “Pretty,” he comments while looking at your candid shot. You’re flattered and also happy that he’s joining your trip to your dorm. He hasn’t said a word of protest and takes the lead in going to your room. “What else?”

“Hm?”

“What else did he tell you?”

You rack your brain to remember anything significant to tell him. It was a long conversation: getting to know each other and more about Jungkook. “He told me you have an Instagram, then asked for my perfume, and then we talked about your love for strawberries-”

“Your perfume? Why was Instagram even brought up?” he presses, stopping in front of your door. 

You take out your keycard and shrug while swiping, “He asked for mine.”

The dorm is empty when you enter and sit on the edge of your bed. It’s very hard to not grin when you’re around Jungkook, but he doesn’t seem to care as he looks through your gallery. “Can we take a picture together?” you peep hopefully. 

“Of course,” he murmurs absentmindedly, intently staring at your phone. “We’ll take many pictures,” he looks up at you before leveling with the camera, “pose.”

You aren’t very educated on the art of posing per se, so you imitate the peace sign you saw him do with a wide smile and a hand on the bed. He is neutral when he snaps a picture with a shutter. 

“I want you to be in it.”

He drags his eyes away from the screen and his blank expression intimidates you. “Whose idea was it for you to make an account?”

“Um… Taehyung, why?” You lay your hands on your lap at the growing tension.

Taehyung went to this extent to get a reaction out of him? Is it possible that he’s this obnoxious? Or perhaps another motive…?

“I-Is he not your friend?”

Jungkook breaks his silence of thoughts with a scoff, “Oh, only the best.” You sigh in relief, though he says it with menace. Taehyung was curious about his relationship, not about your social media. He forcefully pushes you down on the bed and you hold back a gasp as he wraps his finger around your neck in a light chokehold with a thumb on your nether lip. Click. He then lowers his hand to your thigh, hiding half of it under your skirt with a gentle grap. Click.

Your cheeks flush at the compromising photos he’s taking and you nervously ask, “A-Am I going to post these?”

“Shut up.”

You seal your lips shut and he flips you on your stomach, palming your covered ass with your side profile in the frame, and another shutter resounds in the room. “Sit up.” You follow his command and turn around to face him. He pushes your hair to your back and his mouth latches onto your neck. He’s biting you while sucking on your flesh, and you release a breathy moan at the feeling of his tongue swirling on the sensitive skin. It hurts, but you don’t complain and try to make sense of the growing arousal in your lower region. He only pulls away after half a minute and you’re confused by the satisfied smirk on his face while eyeing the result. He angles your jaw to expose your neck better and snaps another photo. “These are all going on your account.”

At your nod of submission, he starts unbuttoning your shirt. “You’re prettier with a mark. My mark.” Your body tingles at the compliment and you help him undress yourself by unbuttoning the ends. “Take off your skirt,” he demands as he slips off his shirt with ease. All of your clothes go off one by one as he does the same, and you don’t have the time to feel shy as his lips collide so roughly with yours that you’re pressed down against the mattress again. You still haven’t gotten the hang of making out, but it doesn’t matter with Jungkook because although it flows naturally, he also takes complete control over you. He’s not gentle, not with the way his teeth clash against yours and tongue leaving trails of saliva all over your mouth. Your toes curl with desire and anticipation, and you tug at his briefs that outline his erection. The feeling of his warm breath on you silences all your thoughts and you can only react on primal instincts. 

His crotch brushes against your bare folds, slick with your leaking wetness. Kissing him this passionately always leaves you feeling needy, and it embarrasses you that you get turned on so easily. But you don’t realize that is his intention as he glides his fingers all over your labia, making sure you’re ready to take all of him. 

Kissing you this passionately always leaves him feeling horny, and it’s apparent with his cock begging to be taken out of the restraints of his underwear. You don’t know how long you’ve been kissing, but your lips are numb when he pulls away to position himself in your entrance. He doesn’t prepare you, but he doesn’t rush himself either as he painfully slowly enters you. You hold your breath and gawn on your swollen lip, moans catching in your throat and leaving as high-pitched hums. He sighs at the feeling of your pulsating walls. “God… always so tight. Don’t you ever touch yourself?”

He bottoms out and you whimper shakily at how full you are. The fact that he fits you like a puzzle piece convinces you that he’s your forever, your meant to be. Even with your lack of experience with other men, you believe no one can make you feel this dreamy. And to think he’s all yours now… “I-I don’t. I only want to do it with you.”

The atmosphere is so fragile, so romantic. It’s not your delusion this time, because he feels it too and it makes his heartbeat sync with yours: unsteady and rapid. And in the heat of the moment, he reveals, “I think I’m in love with you.”

A whine leaves you, so loud that it can’t be achieved with touch but with his words. It’s the utmost pleasure, and when he realizes what he said, he sets a rushed pace to distract himself from the embarrassment of pouring his feelings. You don’t allow him to forget as you echo, “I’m in love with you too.”

“No, no,” he denies with a shake of his head and it emits more love confessions out of you in a chain of ‘I love you’s, and he grunts, “Stop. Shut up!” He pins your forearms on either side of your head in a bruisening grip and thrusts into you harder. You have no choice but to scream in pleasure, unable to form coherent words when he’s practically fucking your brains out. 

His feelings of humiliation translate to his actions: he pushes himself down to the hilt, throbbing with lust but doesn’t chase his high. He doesn’t want you to talk, not when he’s blushing for more than one reason, so he ignores the contraction of his muscles and just fucks you until he can’t anymore, hypnotized by the bounce of your tits.

Maybe it’s a good thing that he’s so desperate, hitting your most sensitive spot with every thrust and making your eyes screw back. Neither of you can think, so loud and reckless until you reach your climax. It’s core shaking, as you cry out his name and tremble with stimulation. He’s never seen this expression on your face, one so twisted in pleasure and looking so erotic. It comes as a surprise and in the form of a punch in the gut as he savours your appearance before cumming inside you with a groan. A slip-up, a mistake, but he doesn’t care as he paints your walls in white, his load filling you up.

And he can’t regret it when he pulls out, because the drizzle of his cum spilling out of your pussy easily becomes his favorite sight. “Shit,” he whispers as more and more drips while you twitch and spasm from your orgasm. You don’t even realize what he’s done, and that makes his chest swell with pride; the most level-headed woman he knows is leaking with his release and stupidly doesn’t spare it a thought. And with that hickey on your neck? “You look fucking gorgeous,” he exhales. A bashful smile stretches across your face with eyes still tightly shut, and you don’t notice him grab your phone on the other side of the bed to take a picture of your stained pussy. 

“This one is for me,” he mutters to himself. Click.

After posting the softcore photos on your account and tagging himself in them, as well as a note of a pharmacy’s address across campus with a label written for you to get two separate contraceptives as an emergency and for your next creampie, he leaves your dorm. You fell asleep on him, and though he had wanted to join you, he decided to collect his scrambled thoughts and go to Taehyung’s dorm first. He isn’t livid, but he has a few questions to ask.

He’s playing cards with Yoongi, Taehyung’s roommate, as he patiently waits for his arrival. “What’s wrong about asking for her Instagram, though?” Yoongi asks before drawing out a card of ace. “Isn’t she our friend by association anyway?”

“It’s suspicious,” Jungkook murmurs while inspecting his deck. “Have you ever seen Taehyung with a girl before? As friends? He’s clearly trying to fuck her.”

Yoongi stifles a laugh, “That’s a reach. Besides, you two have shared a girl before. Are you actually dating her?”

Shuffling is heard behind the door until it swings open as Taehyung enters. “Kookie! What are you doing here?” He throws his keycard on his bed before hopping on Yoongi’s to watch their game.

It’s strained, Jungkook notices. His excitement is forced; why? “I came here for you,” he states bluntly. “A little birdie told me you’ve been talking to someone who belongs to me.”

“I didn’t realize she was your diary,” he tries to lighten the mood with a joke. “What’s the deal anyway? You said you weren’t dating her.”

Yoongi collects the deck of cards after Jungkook drops them, and shuffles them while eavesdropping. He’s sitting cross-legged across from Jungkook, and Taehyung is sitting on the edge of the bed next to him with his body turned sideways.

“I also said that unless you have a death wish, don’t talk to her,” he grits. “And asking for her social media? Are you into her now?”

Taehyung merely shrugs. “I thought she was pretty chill. I don’t know why you’re so mad.”

“She obviously means something to him, so I think you should just respect that, Taehyung,” Yoongi voices his thoughts while leafing the cards. Jungkook looks to the side and pokes the inner cheek of his mouth with his tongue but doesn’t argue.

“I think he’s just using her.” Jungkook’s reaction is instant as Taehyung’s nose instantly starts to bleed from the impact of his fist. Yoongi doesn’t look up. He holds a hand over his injury with a hiss and continues, “Really, Kook? A little too much, don’t you think?”

“Less than enough,” Jungkook fumes, “I like her, and she likes me. Just fucking leave it at that.”

“Couple of the year,” Taehyung chuckles mockingly, “I give it two days.” He stands up before Jungkook can hit him again. “Can’t wait to console her after your break-up, maybe she’ll fall in love with me next.”

Jungkook starts chasing him around the room as Taehyung runs without stopping his provocation. “Why so upset Jungkook? Do you see it happening too? I’m already imagining how tight-”

“You should leave, Jungkook.” Neither of them listen to Yoongi, so he yells, “Jungkook, leave!”

A moment of deafening silence passes as both of them pause to catch their breaths. “She’s too sweet,” Taehyung begins, “too kind, too nice, everything you’re not. You wouldn’t be trying to keep me away from her if you didn’t know that. Are you afraid she’ll like me better?”

“Go fuck yourself,” Jungkook spits with a heaving chest. “She’s loyal to me, but I’m sure you’re not familiar with that concept. No wonder your relationships only last one night.” With a final glare, he leaves as told to return to you. The only thing he needs right now is one more ‘I love you’ from you, as much as he hates it. Maybe he’s cruel, but he doesn’t know anyone who isn’t aside from you. 

Maybe Taehyung is just as cruel, fantasizing about all the ways he could be better for you before drifting off to sleep with a bandage over his wounded nose. He can just be a friend to both of you… he can be good too… 

[cuddlemen0w]

daily dose of failure | peter parker x reader

(+ the group aka mj, ned and harry)

a/n: heyaaa here’s part 2 and it’s longer than the first part so i hope it’s ok! ;) i’m still going with mostly peter’s pov cuz that’s what i wanna do duh.. also mj is gay now. deal with it. and i fancasted harrison as harry osborn :)

warnings: language, anxiety. are those warnings?

gif is from pinterest

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“For the record, I did not ghost you,” Peter said as he walked through the crowded hallway, Ned and Harry on each side of him.

“Yeah, yeah,” Harry huffs and rolls his eyes. “What were you doing then?” He shoots him an accusing eye.

“Self loathing?” Peter avoided eye contact, instead he played with the strap on his backpack. His two friends stare at him more intensely. “Fine! I ghosted you.”

“What are you taking about?” y/n’s cheery voice made them jump.

“You,” Ned immediately says, receiving a slap to the back of his head from Harry. “Did you not learn from yesterday?”

But y/n nor Peter heard Ned’s or Harry’s comments. And if one of them did, they ignored it.

“So, I saw you enjoyed yesterday?”

“Oh yes! But it’d be way better if you were there,” y/n’s voice softens then. “But at least I could have cheese nachos,” she joked.

“Ew,” Peter made a face as he shivered all over. “But whatever makes you happy.” His face was still crunched from the thought of the ‘nasty looking garbage food’ as he called it. The girl before him only laughed.

“It’s good, you’d know it if you’d actually try it.”

“Hell no, I’m not touching that.”

“Fine,” she says, her back already turning to go to her first class.

“No! I didn’t mean it! I swear!” he smiles finally. “I never mean it.”

y/n stops in her tracks, her beamy grin back on her face. “Sure thing, Petey.”

Peter’s cheeks warm up at the nickname, still not used to it even after all the years. He’s loved her for all of them.

He remembers the first time she called him that. They had one of their movie nights, this time at his place. With May gone to work, he had permission to let his friends stay the night. MJ was in the kitchen making popcorn along with Harry who was grabbing some soda. Ned was on a ‘pee break’. y/n cuddled up to him, her head on his shoulder, her breath brushing his neck. “Thank you, Petey.” What for? he asked that night. “This, all of this.” She broke up with a boy that night. He felt bad for being happy about it.

“Peter?” she broke him out of his thoughts. “You have math now right?”

He made a noise in response. If it was an agreement or confusion, she didn’t know. He stared at her for a moment longer. “Oh! Math!” he realised, he grabbed his books from the locker and sprinted away.

“Weirdo,” MJ appeared out of nowhere, startling the girl. Her hand shot up to her chest.

“I told you not to do that!”

“Well, you should know I never listen. Anyway, are you going to tell him or what?” MJ asks, swinging her arm around her friend’s shoulders.

“Tell him what?” y/n tried to play innocent. Her act faltering at the sight of MJ. Her brow raised and a knowing look on her face.

She groaned, “I’m still waiting for a sign if he even likes me like that.”

“You’re so oblivious.” MJ said quietly, shaking her head.

Peter locked his screen just as he saw Ned, y/n and MJ entering the lunch hall and heading for his table. His food splayed all over it along with a few of his textbooks, serving as a clear sign of holding someone’s place. He started cleaning his mess up when they neared him.

“If it’s another party I swear I’m ending our friendship,” MJ said as she bit into her sandwich.

“I’m with you on that,” y/n nudged her friend. “But if there’s any cute girls,” she wiggled her brows at MJ. Giggling slightly.

“Oh shut up!”

“What— What do you mean?” Peter panicks. All the colour from his face is out. What if she isn’t into boys at all? HOW COULD I NOT NOTICE? he freaks out internally.

MJ joined y/n in her laughter. She laughed so hard a few tears escaped her eyes. “Oh my!”

The latter is the one to break out of it first. Coughing slightly from laughing in between bites. “Cute girls, as in, for MJ.”

Peter’s eyes narrow. “What?” he said, his mouth open in confusion. All around the table, they could almost see the gears turning in his head. “Oh!”

“Yes, oh!” MJ’s laughter died down a bit. Only a tiny bit.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t—”

“It’s ok Peter, although I recon I told all of you,” MJ narrows her eyes now.

“Yes, but Peter wasn’t there,” Ned is the one to speak out. “He was doing— eh.”

Peter panicks again. Think of a quick lie! “Laundry!”

“Riiight,” MJ slowly nodded. “Because you totally know how to do that.”

y/n saved Peter from the intense stare of their friend, “C’mon MJ, let him breathe.”

“I just want to know what he’s doing all these times he ghosts us.” Well that’s a good point.

“As I said laundry.” Stick with one thing, he thinks to himself. “May wants me to learn, so I’ll know in college.” Damn, I’m good at this.

MJ glared one last time, “Sure.” She bit into the last piece of her lunch and left him only with Ned and y/n.

His palms sweat from being almost caught. He looked to his left, exchanging weird looks with Ned, then he turned to the girl opposite him. Her skin looked so beautiful in the midday, spring sun. Her hair looked soft for touch and her eyes coincidentally matched her shirt. “I— uh.. I gotta do laundry now actually, before we go to Harry’s. Okay, bye!” he excused himself quickly and almost ran out of the lunch hall.

“Weird huh?” Ned awkwardly said when only him and y/n remained.

“Yeah, weird.”

Peter was doing ‘laundry’.

He swung along the many buildings in Queens, checking if the neighbourhood was friendly and safe. His mask clad face scanned the many little alleys. It was a moment of peace for him, he felt free flying above the streets.

But it faltered when his phone dinged in his suit. He jumped to one of the roofs and fished it from the pocked that Tony installed into his new suit.

He opened the phone to find out Harry’s text.

“Yeah,” Peter said out loud. “This better be good.”

Everyone showed up at Harry’s. His football friends, few cheerleaders, the squat — all except Peter.

“Of course,” MJ muttered as soon as she got there and the brown haired boy wasn’t present. “Dude’s gonna miss his own funeral at this point.”

“Yeah,” Ned laughed nervously. His fingers fidgeted and teeth bit his lower lip. MJ took notice of that after his laughter lasted suspiciously long. But she choose not to say anything, yet.

Harry was the one to ease the bit of tension in his house. “Don’t worry, he’s gonna show up.” He paused to grab a drink. “Told me himself. And he’s got a surprise.”

“Surprise would be him showings up.”

“Well, who am I to tell what it is?”

MJ looked between her two male friends. Her eyes almost boring into their soul. “You two know something,” she stated. “And I’m gonna find out what.”

y/n entered the room right after Ned almost choked on his drink from fright. “Something wrong Neddy?”

“No, no. Not at all,” he smiled, like a kid caught doing something they shouldn’t. “We’re just talking about Peter.”

“What about him? Have you seen him? Is he going to show up?” she could go on but Harry saved them all.

“Yup, he’ll be here any moment now.”

The girl let out a relieved sighn, her shoulders relaxing and the fake half smile dropping from her lips. “Thank god, the more time I spent with your damn friends the more I wish I was ghosting you too.” She points to Harry.

“Peter is not ghosting us, remember? He’s doing laundry,” he points out. Making y/n laugh, Ned chuckle nervously and MJ to huff. “Don’t worry, he’ll show up. I threatened him.”

All of sudden, the door bell rang though the big Osborn house. Everyone around the living room fell silent, only the music played from the speakers. A blonde boy, that was closest to the hall went to open the door.

After a very awkward two minutes of silence, the guy returned with a stunned expression. His eyes wide and mouth hanging open.

“Who was it?” one of the other boys asked, but he didn’t need an answer. Right after the blonde, a red clad man walked in. Spider-man. In Harry Osborn’s house. The murmurs started to float around the room.

“Hi!” Peter said from his spot. He remembered himself. “Hello,” he said more deeply. There’s too many people, he thought. And all of them are looking at me. He had a sudden urge to mess his hair, something he did when he was nervous or stressed. Right now, he was both. But the superhero mask was in the way.

“I uh,” he paused to look at all the faces. Most had hanging mouths out of shock, some had eyes full of awe. His vision quickly found the one he was here for. y/n was standing between MJ and Ned. She was one of those in shock, but her mouth wasn’t hanging, nor were her eyes wide. She was one of those pinned to their place, unmoving, utterly shocked to do anything.

“I’m here to say something.” Peter’s voice trembled. All the confidence he told himself he has in the suit was gone. He was just a boy, standing before a girl in a room full of people. “My friend,” he nodded to assure, more himself than others. “He uh,” his breathing picked up. “He’s in,” his eyes glossed inside the red suit. “He’s in danger!” he let out.

“Peter?” y/n almost yelled out.

Peter freaked out. He was sure he fucked up now.

To his relief, she worriedly continued, “Peter is in danger?”

“Yes!” Play it cool Parker, play it cool. “I— Peter needs Ned, Ned Leeds.”

Ned pointed at himself, unsure what his best friend meant. “Yes, you! Now hurry, or he’ll be in much bigger trouble!” He then grabbed Ned’s arm. “Come on,” he whispered furiously.

They only stopped once they were far enough, that no one could eavesdrop or see them from a window. Ned panted from the quick pace Peter set. “What— what is— what’s going on?”

“I can’t do it!” Peter whisper-yelled. His mask in his hand now. “I thought, maybe if it wasn’t entirely me, I’d say it. But I can’t!” the vision of the mask in his hand blurred behind the tears. “I’m a coward! As always I am!”

Ned neared his best friend. “It’s okay, Pete.”

“It’s not!” he burst out, throwing his hands into the air, his face red. “I’m the biggest fucking loser in the goddamn universe!”

“It’s really not that bad.”

“How can you say that?”

“Because she likes you too.” It was a familiar voice. Behind them, MJ stood with her hands crossed. Both boy’s breaths hitched. “Yeah I know, Peter is Spider-man. What a surprise!” she mocked. “You really thought you were slick huh?”

“How?” Peter motioned between himself, the mask and her. His tears long forgotten, replaced by disbelief.

“Well, I started to notice your weird disappearances, and that,” she pointed far to the house behind her. “Was very obvious.”

“Does anyone else—”

“Know? If Harry doesn’t, then I don’t think so.”

Peter shook his head. “Good,” he breathed out.

MJ cocked her head, “Don’t mind me asking. But what the hell was that?” Again, she pointed to the big house.

“I tried to tell y/n my feelings,” he said, as a matter of fact. “Didn’t go very well.” He shook his head and chuckled. “Didn’t expect anything more from myself.”

Ned and MJ shared a look. Both stepped closer to the now kneeling Peter. Their hands soothed his back as they too sat down on the lawn under the night sky. “You should’ve told us that you wanted to tell her. We could’ve helped,” MJ said into the dark night. “She would’ve told you the same, you know.”

“What?” He looked up from the green grass. His head turning from MJ to Ned for reassurance, only to receive a nod from his best friend.

“She likes you a lot.”

“Like a lot lot,” Ned added in and nudged his friend.

Peter breathed in the night’s air. His heart beating a bit faster, not from anxiety anymore, but from joy. His tears dried out completely now, he only sniffled here and there.

“Okay then, what’s the plan?”

next

[illfoandillfie]

Hi!! Could you write something for Benny? Like, he's possessive (but not in a violent way), maybe overprotective cuz the reader is 5 years younger than him, so he feels the need to take care of her, etc. If you feel like writing it, ofc. Thx!!

Ooo this is something a bit different from what I normally do so I hope it’s okay! Might have leaned a bit more into jelaous!ben but i tried to get the possessive thing wrapped up in it too lmao

warnings: no smut, just a jealous bf, mention of hickeys, mention of drink spiking

Blurb Advent: Day 20 (we’re in the home stretch!)

“You ready to go Ben?” you asked, sticking your head round the bedroom door.

“Yeah I am, but are you sure you want me there? It’s your high school reunion,”

“Of course I want you there. And everyone else is bringing partners.”

“But won’t you wanna go off and catch up with people?”

“Jules is bringing Mike, you like him. Besides, if you’re with me we might be able to make an excuse and leave a bit early. We can say the babysitters at home and we can’t keep her waiting,”

“We don’t have kids,”

“Most people there won’t know that.”

“Alright, alright, you’ve won me over. Let me just grab my shoes,”

 Once you arrived and it became obvious that most people had brought partners with them, Ben stopped worrying so much. A hall had been booked with caterers and an open bar so Ben headed off to get you drinks as you checked your coat. The first half hour or so was spent in brief conversations with people you’d lost contact with, introducing them to Ben and going over the same small talk about work and families and weddings. You were just bracing yourself for more of the same when you were tapped on the shoulder.

“Y/N?”

You turned around to find a man towering over you, his skin tanned, and his hair sun bleached blonde, “Oh my god, Dave! How have you been?” you asked, automatically going in for a hug. It was clear Dave had been working out, his biceps bulging as he wrapped his arms around you.

“I’ve been great, how about you?”

“So good, um, this is my boyfriend Ben, Ben this is Dave. We obviously went to school together,” you laughed.

“Nice to meet you, man,” Dave said, shaking Ben’s hand before focusing back on you, “I haven’t seen you since…well the pizza place I guess. What have you been doing with yourself,”

You blushed a little at the reminder, conscious of Ben’s eyes flitting between you and Dave as you caught up.

“I saw the best exhibit at the art gallery last week. It was all art about space and the stars, absolutely gorgeous, you should go check it out. There was this one paining and I wish I could remember the artist but it was a big landscape thing with a night sky. Reminded me of our that weekend we went camping.” Dave smiled fondly at the memory.

“So I take it you guys were pretty good friends then?” Ben asked.

“Yeah for most of high school. We actually dated for a few months too,” Dave said with a chuckle.

Ben’s hand tightened on yours.

“Are you seeing anyone now Dave?”

“No, unfortunately not. I’ve been travelling for work a lot so I haven’t really had a chance to meet anyone for the last six months.”

“Well the travel must be fun,”

The more Dave and you talked the more tense Ben became, squeezing your hand, his jaw stiff and his smile a little forced. Dave didn’t notice, just kept the conversation going though you wondered how long that would last. You were still talking when you finished your drink.

“Oh, hey, why don’t I get us a couple more of these?” Dave asked, taking your empty glass, “white wine was it?”

“Yeah, thanks,” you smiled as Dave turned but as soon as he was out of ear shot you turned to Ben, “What is your problem?”

“I don’t like him,”

“You need to chill out,”

“Why didn’t you tell me your ex was going to be here?”

“I didn’t know. We haven’t spoken since I broke up with him about two months after we started going out.”

“I knew it, I knew he was trying to get you back. I don’t like the way he looks at you.”

“You sound insane. Dave is a nice guy who is not interested in me. Just relax okay?”

“Okay, I’ll try. Itching for a smoke though.”

“So just duck outside and have one then,”

“And leave you alone with him? What if he spikes your drink or something?”

“What are you guys talking about?” Dave reappeared and handed you each a new drink.

Ben took his with a polite thank you though he made no move to drink it.

“Oh, Ben was just saying he might pop out for a smoke in a minute,”

“I’d say we should just move things out there and join him but I’m trying to quit,” Dave raised the sleeve of his shirt to show you the nicotine patch he was wearing.

“How’s that going?” you took a sip of your drink, able to feel Ben staring at you.

“Not easy but worth it.”

Ben’s arm wrapped slid over your lower back, his hand coming to rest on your waist.

You persevered with the conversation for a little while longer, but Ben’s fingers were digging into your skin and you could almost hear his teeth grinding. Finally you made an excuse and lead Ben outside.

“What is the matter with you?” you hissed, not wanting anyone to overhear.

“I don’t like him,”

“Why? You met him like 20 minutes ago, what is you don’t like?”

Ben was silent for a moment, staring out at the traffic, “He’s taller than me. And completely ripped. And he’s quitting smoking. And he’s got this fancy job and a privet jet or whatever he was talking about.”

“Are you jealous? Of Dave?”

“No. Maybe. Shut up, you are.”

You let out a huff of laughter.

“I just… you must have realised there’s a resemblance between us,”

“I have a type,”

“Yeah well, it was like meeting a better version of me and I didn’t want him to steal you from me,”

“Steal me? Really?”

“Fuck, no that came out wrong,” Ben sighed, “Sorry. It’s just when you said you broke up with him I thought that if it was me, I wouldn’t be able to get over you so easy,”

“Maybe I didn’t exactly break up with him.”

“What?”

“I mean, I was the first one to say it but it was pretty mutual. We didn’t work as a couple and it completely destroyed our friendship and if I hadn’t of said it he would have. He absolutely doesn’t want me back. Besides this all happened so long ago, he’s moved on and obviously so have I.”

Ben nodded, “Yeah, bit silly of me to get so worked up about it. Should we go back in?”

You could tell Ben wasn’t completely reassured though he had relaxed a bit.

“Alright, you can give me a hickey.”

“What?”

“I know you want to do it to mark your territory or whatever. And frankly I’d rather this than you getting into some sort of pissing match with Dave or anyone else in there. So go ahead, give me a hickey that no one could deny seeing so that everyone knows I’m taken and you can stop being so weird about my highschool boyfriend.

Ben tilted his head, his eyes on your neck as he considered the offer, “I shouldn’t. Feels wrong to do it at your reunion.”

“I’m not going to see like 95 percent of these people until the next reunion so I literally don’t care what they think.”

He shook his head and then leaned in to kiss you, “It’s alright, you don’t have to. You know I trust you, I just get a little crazy sometimes. Especially when you’re exes are so much better than me.”

You cupped Ben’s face with one hand and gave him a small slap on the cheek with the other, “Stop talking shit about my boyfriend or else. He’s ten times anyone else I’ve been with, no matter how many private jets they own.”

Ben gave you a shy smile, “Thanks. And sorry.”

“It’s alright. And that offer is still on the table if you want. The hickey doesn’t have to be on my neck either. It could always be somewhere a little more…hidden.”

[peppermint2d]

F#$%ing uh Calm After the Storm cuz the Storm Thing

guys this is 10k words already ripppp

chapter 1, chapter 2

Chapter 3

The emergency lantern was still on, dimly illuminating the room. That's when you spotted the alcohol from last night or perhaps lack thereof. The bottle was completely empty. Luckily it was not that large or both of you would have died from alcohol poisoning. (Drink responsibly!) The terrible hangover symptoms make a lot more sense now, normally you barely suffer from a night out.

You snuggle into the bed as much as your constraints would allow, the warmth and comfort easing your headache. As you move, you feel something crumble on your neck. You use your burnt arm to lightly touch what it was, only to find it to be dried snot. Ew. You were going to need a shower later. 2D lightly snores his head by your shoulder like how it was last night, not that you remembered. A trail of dried snot fell from his nose, and the thought that he sobbed on you tore you up. At least he looked at peace while he slept. With the soft light from the lamp, his eyebags were barely visible. His worry lines disappeared completely. His big, lost eyes were closed. He looked innocent and untroubled, how you imagined him to be were it not for Murdoc. You appreciated the rest of his face too. His button nose twitched while he slept. The clean line of his jaw. His thick eyebrows, surprisingly, do not make him look angry but adorable. It was about time that you admitted, to yourself at least, that you found all of him adorable, not just his eyebrows. His smile, his clumsy movements, his accent, his habit of being so attentive, it was all adorable. You liked adorable. You liked drawing adorable, you liked watching movies with adorable, you liked holding hands with adorable, you liked getting drunk with adorable. Hell, you even liked having hangovers with adorable, so long as you got to wake up captured in adorable's embrace.

Adorable, adorable, adorable.

His whimpers and flinching snapped you out of your trance. He frowned, "No...no..." he whispered, sounding in pain. "Lemme out! I'm in 'ere!" He started to shout and thrash around, messing up the covers, and even hitting you a couple times (only slightly less adorable than normal). None of which helped your hangover.

"2D, wake up. You're having a nightmare." You gently pushed him. That did nothing to change his behaviour. "D!" you said more forcefully. He calms down and then opens his eyes.

He sits up and rubs his eyes. "What's, What's goin on?"

"You were having a nightmare. How are you doing?" It was awkward. You didn't know if he was aware of how you two were sleeping before his nightmare. Would touching him be inappropriate right now? You refrained from doing so.

"From one nightmare to anofer, this 'angover will be the deaf of me." he grumbled.

"At least only one is real." You stand and go over to where he took out the ibuprofen yesterday. You open the drawer and find it filled to the bring with drugs. Thankfully, most of the bottles were empty, but 2D had enough pills here to turn quite a profit. Most had unpronounceable names and were completely foreign to you. Why does he have so many painkillers?

"Bof were real for me. I was relivin me coma." He said nonchalantly. He saw you shuffling through his pills. "Jus bring the lot of 'em ofer, I take make me mornin mix."

You grabbed as many as you could and brought them over. You wanted to ask about his experience, but if it bad enough to give him nightmares, then perhaps it's best left alone. "I guess it was a good thing I woke you up then?"

"It's always good to wake up to yew." He dumped around six pills into his hand and dry swallowed them like a professional. You were concerned about his drug habits and confused by his forwardness.

"Yeah, thanks for letting me crash here."

2D's grin slightly fell as he looked at you. He reached out and touched your neck with his finger, brushing away some of the dried goop on there. "Sorry for cryin on yew last night."

You lightly chuckled and you could still feel his ghosting over your skin. "I thought that might have been you."

"Yew don remember what 'appened?" He pulled his hand away.

"Should I?" Did something important happen last night? You worried that you were forgetting a pivotal moment.

"No, it's fine. I'll take yew to the showers to wash up." He got up and stretched, the shirt rising to expose his stomach, causing you to flush and turn away. You hoped you would remember if you made any advancements in that department. He leaves his outfit from last night on the floor, adding to the piles of clothes already there, as he walks to his closet. "Do yew need somefin to wear after your shower?"

You flush even deeper. You had forgotten about that. "Yes, please. Sorry."

"Don apologize! I 'ave enough for the bof of us." He pulled out a white tee and some loose black shorts. "These are the cleanest clothes I 'ave. I'll throw yours in the wash."

You grab them from him. "Thanks, D."

He leads you to the showers. "I'll be waitin in the kitchen for yew. See if I can grab us some breakfast."

You thank him and step inside. You set the clothes down and lock the door, stripping down now that Murdoc won't accidentally enter. 2D insisted that Murdoc doesn't even shower in the first place, but you still felt apprehensive. You nearly screamed when you turned on the water and it was ice cold. You fiddle with the knobs a bit. Burning hot, freezing cold. You start to understand Murdoc's position better. You finally managed to get it slightly not cold and reached for the soaps, finding 2D's cedarwood and vanilla scent.

It was so intimate. You felt like you were violating his privacy like you were borrowing a piece of his identity, his scent, at least until it wears off. You were secretly thrilled by it, smelling like him. Would he care? Would he notice? Would others notice? And, as Russel had before, suggest something that you desperately wanted? The smell washed over you like it did the first night you were with him. Only two days ago, you wanted nothing more than the interview to be over, to be finished. But now, you had made a great friend, and, you selfishly hope, something more.

After you finished rubbing your neck raw, you step out and put on the clothes 2D gave you. You took off the bandage he wrapped, and the edges of the burn had started to scar. He forgot a towel, so you were soaking wet. You left a trail of droplets as you navigated the halls you have memorized by now.

You were shivering by the time you reached the kitchen, your soaked through clothes doing little to help with the heat. 2D saw you enter and turned slightly red at the sight of you in his clothes. He wouldn't tell you, but it was the first time since Paula that someone else was wearing his clothes. He then noticed that you were shivering. "Yew cold again? Russ managed to get the stove on wifout anyone burnin so I'll bring you a cuppa."

"When you and 2D disappeared halfway through yesterday, Noodle got worried and thought y'all were kidnapped. She'll be glad to see that I was right about what really happened to you." Russel said, sitting on the couch, smirking again.

You blush furiously, getting his implication, and join him on the couch. "Russel! We didn't do anything!" You say in hushed tones, hoping 2D in the other room doesn't pick up on anything.

"Who said I said about you to doing anything?" He raised his eyebrow and grinned. Checkmate. You groaned and shield your blushing face from Russel, causing him to chuckle. "You know, I haven't seen 2D this open since-" He stopped himself.

"Paula?"

He nodded. "I'm surprised he told you about that. Look, you two are very close, hell you're wearing one of his favourite shirts and you smell like him. You seem to bring out a new version of 2D, he isn't even that worried about Murdoc anymore. I like this 2D. But, I gotta warn ya, other people may not. A broken person is easier to control than a happy one." Russel looked at you knowingly. "That being said, if you make him broken again. I will break you. Understood?"

You nod vigorously. "Crystal clear!"

"What are yew talkin about?" 2D comes over with a tray of food and two steaming mugs.

"Weather!" You blurt out as Russel says "Politics!"

2D looked confused as he set the food down. "Right. I brought us some oatmeal and I 'ope yew like peppermint tea."

"What? Come on, why does she get some, but when I want to use just one teabag, you smack it outta my hands!" Russel complained, throwing his hands into the air.

"It was the last one in the box!"

"You and I both know that you keep three boxes in Kong" he grumbled.

"Some pretty special tea then?" You ask.

"I drink it whenefer I need a pick-me-up!"

"Explains why you drink it so much," Russel said.

"To fink I was gonna give yew a cup too!" 2D feigns hurt as Russel vehemently apologizes. 2D eventually concedes and leaves to make a cup.

"See," Russel turns back to you, "two weeks ago he slapped me. Now, I get the tea. Not much has changed here other than you."

You blush. "I really didn't think I was doing anything."

"You help remind him of the outside world. That is doesn't always have to be how it is in Kong. This place can really suck the life out of you. You should stay in contact, even after you leave."

"Are you doing okay, Russel?"

He avoided your gaze. "Not really. But it helps to have a new face here. Somethin to shake things up a little."

You saw 2D approaching again. "Well, then I hope his tea is as good as he promises."

"What are yew talkin about dis time?" 2D said again, as if on repeat.

"Politics." you say as Russel goes "Weather." You look at each other and start laughing.

"We really need to get that down." You insist. 2D sets down Russel's matching mug and sits by you. "Always loved tea. It reminds me of Austen's writing."

"Friendship is certainly the finest balm for the pangs of disappointed love." 2D recites in a posh accent. You all chuckle at his poor imitation of it.

"I didn't know you could read!" Russel jests.

The conversation then shifts towards literature and you learned how well-read your companions are. It goes unspoken that 2D remembered the quote because of Paula's disappointed love.

The impromptu book club breaks up when Noodle and then Murdoc enter the kitchen. Noodle grabs a box of cereal and starts eating from it. "Ohayo!"

"Good morning!" You call back. Russel and 2D both look surprised. "You're telling me that you've been living with someone who exclusively speaks Japanese and you haven't tried to learn any?"

They both grumble. "We... make do." Russel finally manages.

"Hello, pet." Murdoc gently whispers, suddenly appearing by your ear, causing you to yelp. His presence scared off 2D who went to the kitchen to refill the tea. He breathes in. "You smell like the Face Ache." He growled. "I know what you're trying to do. You can't take my singer away from me."

He then stepped away from you and walked to the windows, saying loudly: "Would you look at that, the storm's slowing down."

You got his hint. "Right. Then I best pack my things."

2D looked crestfallen. "What? Yew's leavin already?"

"Yeah, sorry D, but I think I may have overstayed my welcome."

"I'll 'elp yew pack up then." He sighed and led you to where your clothes were.

It was a rather anticlimactic packing up. You kept trying to drop hints ("Your bed was so comfy, I'd love to sleep over again." "Your hair was so soft last night, I'm sure I dreamt it up") which he kept avoiding ("Yeah, it's a nice bed, innit." "Nah, it's normally pretty soft."), so you decided to stop altogether.

When you reached the front door, the rest of the band was waiting. Noodle acted first, giving you a hug "Sayonara!" You wished her farewell in return.

Russel was next and gave you a bear hug. "Don't forget our agreement." He whispered into your ear. "Wouldn't dream of it." You whisper back.

You hold out your hand for Murdoc to shake, but he just scoffs, so you move on to 2D.

"I'm going to miss you."

"I'll miss yew more, love!" He gave you a tight squeeze. You two were slow to pull away, but when you did, you caught sight of tears in his eyes that matched your own. He hands you something. "'ere's me number so yew can call."

"This won't be the last you hear from me, D." And with that, you got back into your rusty company car and left Kong Studios, but couldn't leave behind the thought of a blue-haired singer.

[leo-gold-hotchner]

HELLo, Underworld - 1

I decided to just split up cuz I couldn’t continue more with my sleep deprived brain. I just love Greek Mythology and couldn’t keep the idea from my head. If anyone asks my religion, I’m ready to tell them my religion lies with Greek Myth.

My intention was Hotch appearing in the fic, but o well. Foyet. Don’t know about others but definitely Hotch and Reid will be spotted.

G.N. Reader friendship(?) George Foyet

G.N. Reader X Aaron Hotchner (LATER just not this chapter)

Summary: Reader is no longer living and arrived in Underworld. And you decided to make friends with the residents of Underworld.

Word: 1.4k

The void of darkness. That was the name of the place you dubbed as soon as your brain started to function. Despite being in a dark space you could see around you as if there was light. Beautiful white luminescence speckles sparkled like a clear night sky. You blinked. You weren’t scared strangely enough. Curiously, yet hesitantly you took a step and the floor made gentle waves as if a drop of water splashed in the vast calming ocean. 

As you walked forward an exit full of bright light welcomed you. You looked back into the darkness, wondering what you were forgetting, wondering why you were feeling you were leaving a very important piece of something in life. But something was pulling you into the light. Despite the unnatural pulling, you didn’t want to enter the light. 

You had a feeling that if you entered the light, you’d lose yourself. Losing who you were was a scary thing. You jumped as a voice talked in your head. From the voice, you couldn’t tell if it was a man or woman. The voice echoed in your head, but it wasn’t scary. It felt more natural. 

‘You might lose your sanity if you linger with your mind too long.’ 

“Who am I talking to?” 

‘I am everything, yet nothing.’ The voice replied in a riddle. ‘Many choose to give up who they are, choosing a second chance of life.’ 

Perhaps you should’ve stayed in the void. Perhaps you should’ve chosen a second chance, forgetting everything you experienced while you lived. The darkness was gentle, like a warm affectionate hug from people you love. But here? You were wondering what you did to deserve this kind of strange experience. 

You made a sour face to yourself as you observed your surroundings. The sky was blood red with threatening looking dark clouds hovering above you. The land looked deserted with harsh rocks and dried soils, dead trees and grass withered sadly. Red-ish dried dirt flew alongside with a stuffy wind. 

You were not the only one in this terrible place. Men, women, old, young, children, even toddlers were absentmindedly walking -crawling for young ones- towards somewhere in lines. You tried to stop one of them and talk, but they didn’t stop to hear you. Just with a blank face they walked like a robot that was designed to just walk. Their destinations seemed to be the same one. Watching the march warily, you decided to follow them. While following them, you looked at the children and you felt ill. No children shouldn’t arrive in the afterlife before experiencing what the world could offer to them. 

As you walked, you saw a beautiful large pantheon on the hill. It looked as if the white pantheon was glowing in hope in this desperate land. You nearly tripped as you bumped into the person in front of you while your eyes were on the glowing architecture. 

“Sorry,” you muttered an apology despite the person in front of you didn’t show any reaction. 

As you turned to see why the march stopped, your mouth hung a little as you gaped at an enormous ship. The ship was black, emitting a creepy aura like a monster engulfing people. The shade of the dead. People were climbing tall stairs to board the ship with their blank faces. 

“Boat?” 

“A ship, mortal,” a gruff voice drawled next to you. 

You jumped as you didn’t notice a man in a black hood standing next to you. He was leaning on a tall pole that was wrapped around with heavy chains several times. You could see grey peppered hair under the hood, and the black cloak couldn’t hide the sharp eyes of the man. His lips were curled in an arrogant smirk. 

“I haven’t seen a mortal who chose to keep their memory for a long time.” The man curled his long bony finger to you. “Unless you want to cross the Five Rivers with your previous life, I’d stop there.” 

You looked at the marching people, one by one boarding the ship anchored on the transparent yet eery water. You pondered a little and decided to listen to the man. You took a step away from the marching as you kept your curious glance to the pale man. You were already dead. What was the harm to listen to this man?

“What happens when I cross with my memory?” 

“There was one time when they’d gone insane.” The man cackled as if he was telling a funny joke. “You mortals are funny in that way, think you could achieve anything with your little power.” 

You scowled but kept your comment to yourself. Apparently, the man wasn’t ‘mortal’ as you. 

“Since then, my boss explicitly ordered me not to let any mortals with their previous life cross the Rivers.” He shrugged. “No sense of humour, that man.” 

As the man looked over your shoulder, you twirled and noticed you could see the end of the march. 

“That’s the portion of this afternoon.” The man explained as if he was answering your curiosity. 

“I didn’t know it was afternoon.” You looked around the cloud filled sky, but you couldn’t spot the Sun. 

“Helios doesn’t come down as far as here, so Apollo doesn’t reach here. You wouldn’t know if you just arrived here.” He gave you a wicked grin. “Besides, Kronos doesn’t do anything here. I just felt like afternoon. It could be evening.” He shrugged nonchalantly. 

You just raised a brow and the man mirrored with a sharp grin. The end was slowly coming as people -though you didn’t know if they were people now- boarded the ominous ship. 

“You don’t have any obligation to answer me.”

“No, I don’t.” 

“Why?” 

“I’m merely bored. It’s not every day I get to speak with someone who can actually have a talk with me.” He glanced at the mindless people. “Without their previous memories, they’re just empty souls crossing the Rivers.” 

The man then started to follow the last person on the march. He wagged his bony finger at your face as soon as you started to follow him. 

“Haven’t you heard what I said? You can’t go with them.” 

“But what am I going to do here?” You snapped in frustration. 

“Not my problem. You could always look for my boss.” He scoffed but added the last sentence without a beat.

“Your boss?” 

“He’s somewhere here. Wallowing in his misery all the time. But he’s here. If you look carefully, you might find him and tell him you want to leave.” 

“Who’s he?” 

“Hades,” he rolled his eyes as if it was a matter-of-fact. 

You should’ve known when he was blabbering about the Greek Gods’ names. Of course you were in the Underworld ruled by the God of Underworld, Hades. You glanced at the River, and then the ship, then to the man. 

“You’re Charon the Ferryman.” 

“Half-correct.” The man showed his crooked teeth, and you frowned. “As you took some of my boredom of this tedious and horrendous job, I’ll tell you as a reward.” He peeked his behind to see the last passenger boarding his ship. “The name’s George.” 

That was unexpected. The name was just so… mortal. 

“I was once a mortal, mind you.” He gave you a pointed look. “This is my punishment for my sin. I guide people across the Rivers and watch them arrive in Elysion to get a chance to be reborn. I was given to Charon, the original ferryman. I do the duty of the ferryman now. Living in this chain of monotonous life without any fun.” 

“So, you were a mortal.” 

“Wasn’t that obvious?” 

“You talked to me as if you were not mortal.” You scoffed. 

“I am no longer mortal.” He narrowed his eyes. “I have to go. Both my boss and master won’t be happy if I delay ferrying the souls.” He busied himself by manually moving the stairs. 

“Well, thanks for telling me. And bye.” 

George stopped himself and looked at you strangely. “You’re an interesting person.” 

“I’m sure that’s a compliment from a man who’d met many people.” 

The ferryman surprisingly chuckled at you. “Good luck with finding Lord Hades. Or should I say break your leg as mortals say?” 

“If I break my leg I can’t find him,” you retorted drily. 

“Of course, we wouldn’t want that.” 

You blinked as the man suddenly disappeared in black cloud. Then you heard his yelling from the deck of the ship. He pointed his finger behind you. He was pointing at the beautiful pantheon. 

“Other Gods visit there sometimes. If you get lucky, ask them, you want to have an audience with my boss.” 

His voice echoed in your ears as you fixed your gaze at the pantheon. When you finally turned to thank George, the ship had already sailed, and he was gone from the deck. 

To the pantheon then.

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In case anyone who aren’t familiar with Greek Myth

Helios - God of Sun

Apollo - God of Sun and other things -the list is too long- (but I think he’s more like Sunlight rather than the Sun itself)

Kronos - God of Time (sometimes Chronos and Kronos become one, but they’re different gods)

Charon - the ferryman of Underworld 

Hades - God of Underworld

[fizzingwizard]

I fell asleep so here’s day 5 a bit late to party... Day 6 will surely be late too xP Again, thanks for the comments last time, I enjoyed them, even the ones hidden in tags haha.

Koushirou and Taichi have a talk post-Bokura no Mirai. Watch out, cuz both boys have mouths on them. Taishiro if you squint.

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Tri week day 5 - Survival - They Make Miracles

Taichi texted him wanting to hang out over after school, and as Koushirou had spent the day at the office, that meant Taichi came there. He spread out on the couch, flipping through the pages of some comic book. Koushirou sat at his desk. They had a bottle of cold oolong each and a bowl of shrimp crackers. Out the window, the din of rush hour traffic filtered in from the Tokyo streets below.

Some might look at them and think they were ignoring each other, each occupied in separate activities, only looking up to acknowledge there was someone else in the room when their hands bumped reaching into the cracker bowl. But their friendship worked like this. In fact, if the long stretches of silence bothered Taichi at all, he would have ditched Koushirou way back in elementary school.

That was something about Taichi not everyone understood: he could get as wrapped up in his own head as Koushirou did. Sometimes it seemed like Taichi sought him out because he wouldn't have to feel pressured to make small talk. He wanted to think, and he wanted someone else to be there while he was thinking, but not Sora, who would want give him advice, and not Yamato, who would stay quiet but coiled with tension until Taichi finally said something to bring them back to known waters. Koushirou, at least, understood the need for privacy for his thoughts, even if he didn't quite get why Taichi still wanted another body there anyway.

So it came as a surprise when Taichi shattered the silence, a page of the comic book suspended in the air as he paused mid-turn. "I'm never going to know if it was a mistake or not, am I," he said.

Koushirou looked up. Taichi's gaze was fixed on a random spot on the coffee table. But then he straightened, throwing his arms over the back of the couch in a deceptively casual move. His face, though, he kept turned away.

On days like this, Koushirou tended to be so involved in his work that, even if Taichi did have something to say, all he'd get in reply was a vague "Hmm." Later he might not even remember that they'd talked. It was a habit that drove Mimi up the wall, but once again, Taichi never seemed to mind that much. Of course, most of the time the conversation was along the lines of "Look at the cool play this soccer star made," or "Can you believe Satou-sensei expects us to finish the group project by tomorrow?" and "Hmm" was, more or less, all the response needed. Plus Koushirou was pretty sure Taichi sometimes took advantage of it to insist he had agreed to things he couldn't recall ever discussing.

Too bad he couldn't pretend this was about a mistake on some test.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard while he weighed his options. "... The world isn't divided into good and bad, Taichi-san," he said at last, though once the words were out, they felt pale and trite horribly inadequate. "For what it's worth, I think you made the right choice. Really the only choice."

He didn't add the rest: that he viewed killing Meicoomon as akin to chopping off a gangrenous limb. A terrible choice to make, but without it, the necrotic tissue would continue to spread and infect until there was nothing left. The metaphor worked, but he felt pretty sure the depersonalization wouldn't sit well with Taichi.

Taichi made a noncommittal noise. Something knotted in Koushirou's stomach. Probably, more than any of the others, Koushirou was the least upset with how things had ended with Meicoomon. In his wildest dreams he'd never imagined separating a Chosen from their partner, let alone - let alone killing one. When he'd realized Meiko might know the password to unlock the Digimons' sealed memories, hope had struck him like a bolt of lightning: all those dark predictions he couldn't see his way out of were about to be swept away by a miracle. Just like when they were kids.

That was the fatal error. There hadn't been any miracles when they were kids.

It had only felt that way because they didn't know how else to explain the unexplainable.

He and Taichi had talked many times over the years, about the fact that they were killers. The others didn't get a lot out of putting it into words like that, but it was true. They'd been killing since they were ten years old, killing to protect, killing to survive. It was just that, this time, they'd killed someone that loved.

"I just," Taichi swallowed thickly. "At the time, we... there wasn't any more time, but... now I just wonder... no one else wanted to do it, they all followed my lead and maybe... Sorry, I'm not making any sense..."

"We followed your lead like we always do, Taichi-san, because you lead us well." In a sudden fit of nerves, Koushirou pushed off the polished surface of his desk and stood. Once standing, though, he felt infinitely more awkward and wished he hadn't.

He was trying to think of an unobtrusive way to disappear behind his workspace again when Taichi at long last gave up staring at the wall. He looked over at Koushirou with liquid brown eyes. It was only the briefest of glances before he hunched over on the edge of the couch, fingers digging into his scalp.

His next words were muffled and wet-sounding.

"Nishijima-sensei died. I was - I was so messed up. I shouldn't have made that decision. I shouldn't have made any decisions. I was - what's the word they use -"

"Compromised?" Koushirou offered.

"Yeah, that."

Fuck.

Why did Taichi have to come to him for comfort? Yamato or Sora would be so much better at this.

If they were better, he would have gone to them, Tentomon's matter-of-fact voice in his head pointed out. Tentomon was in the digital world at present, but Koushirou didn't need him there to know what he'd think about this.

Then another voice, one that didn't sound like Tentomon at all, added: Maybe comfort isn't all he wants.

"You witnessed something... unspeakable," Koushirou said gently. His feet seemed to move as if on automatic, making a winding path around the desk to stand at the coffee table's edge, an arm's length away from where Taichi had begun to collapse in on himself. "It had to affect your judgment."

A beat. Taichi gave a tremulous nod.

"It doesn't follow that your judgment must have been mistaken, Taichi-san."

The hands smoothed down his face. "But I'm never going to know," he said in a dull voice.

Folding his arms, Koushirou sat down on the opposite seat. "Let's not deal in vagaries. Here's what I know," he said, careful to keep his tone level, bussinesslike. "I know the world was going to change, at that moment, one way or another. I know a lot was at stake." Lives, the entire world - Mochizuki and Meicoomon. Taichi was certainly thinking it on his own. Koushirou forced himself to hold his gaze as he went on. "I know Meicoomon's data had been corrupted beyond recognition. I know Yggdrasil and Homeostasis both intended to move regardless of how we felt about it. I don't know how much was ever really salvageable. But I know you salvaged control. We're not their unwitting pawns, and that's thanks to you."

A slow smile crept over Taichi's face, brittle at the edges. "Isn't that thanks to you? Every time we need a miracle, Koushirou, you -"

"There are no miracles," Koushirou interrupted, with a stubborn set of his jaw, "that don't sacrifice on the altar of mysticism the ones who broke their backs to make them happen."

Stunned silence. Taichi gave a startled laugh. "Wow... I'm not sure I understood all the words there."

"Maybe there was a way to save Meicoomon." The words spilled out like a runaway train, and he had no idea if he was helping or hurting, but he couldn't stop now. "And maybe there was a way to save the digital world that didn't involve abducting eight children from their homes and making them fight for their lives, resetting their innocence, teaching them how the world assigns value, whether something is cheap or precious, based on circumstance, on convenience. We all handled it the best way we knew how, and sometimes - sometimes that way wasn't very good. The whole time, there was one thing that got us through it, day after day. Taichi-san, do you know what it is?"

Taichi looked as if he were hanging onto what Koushirou was saying like it were a lifeline. He nodded. "It was hope."

"No, Taichi-san," Koushirou said viciously. "It was you."

Taichi's throat worked, and his long, dark lashes stuttered. He seemed to try to answer, but lost the words he'd been looking for. "Fuck," he choked out after a while, head tilted back to stare at the ceiling.

Koushirou gave him time to get a hold of himself. He'd seen Taichi cry before. Always out of guilt. Well, not this time - not if he could help it.

The ping of an incoming message lit up his computer, followed by an insistent buzz from his phone a moment later. He didn't get up.

"I-I wish-" Koushirou listened in silence as Taichi tripped and stumbled over his unruly emotions. He suspected it had been a while since Taichi had done any sort of maintenance on them. Not since Meicoomon, probably.

"I wish we could have saved Meicoomon, Koushirou." He'd never sounded so much like a child, not even when he was one.

"We all do."

"But I don't know if it's because I regret what I did, or because I don't like the way Yamato and Sora treat me now, like I'm about to break down any second, or because Hikari will never look up to me the same way again-"

"None of the above. It's because you're a good person, Taichi-san."

The look on Taichi's face was somewhere between bleak and utterly desperate. "How can you be so sure about that?"

"I know many things," Koushirou said. "I think you'll agree with me there. I could be wrong about any of them, but not that one thing." He didn't smile, he didn't let his gaze waver. "Never that."

I don't wany any leader that isn't you.

"Fuck you," said Taichi, voice breaking, but there was unexpected laughter at the end of it. "Geez, Koushirou. What am I supposed to with that?" He shook his head, looking exhausted. "I couldn't talk about it before. I couldn't - make things all about me, when Mochizuki's the one who-" He stopped, fists curling and uncurling on his knees. "Yamato will beat me up if that's what I want from him. Sora will tell me everything's fine even if it's not what she really thinks. Hikari won't talk about it all. I figured you at least didn't hate me for what happened. Out of all of us, you would have thought everything through for yourself. At least your opinion would be your own."

"It is," Koushirou promised.

Taichi nodded. The color had begun to return to his face. Slowly, as if carding through his thoughts, he said: "I'll never know if it was a mistake. But it's done."

"It's done."

"That's not much of a balm for the soul," Taichi sighed.

Koushirou looked down. "I guess not," he said. "It's real, though."

Another silence followed. Like the calm after a storm, Koushirou thought. He did feel as though they'd just weathered some catastrophe, or perhaps escaped it by a hair.

"She says she doesn't hate me," Taichi said after a few minutes passed in therapeutic quiet. "Mochizuki."

"Ah."

"But she's... y'know. Kind. She's the type to blame herself for things that aren't her fault."

Koushirou shrugged. "Seems like you two are a matched set, then."

Taichi gave him a sharp look, but didn't say anything. He took a deep breath, whole body swelling like a cresting wave. Then he reached for a shrimp cracker.

"Damn... heavy talk makes me hungry."

Koushirou couldn't help it. He laughed. And reached for his bottle of oolong. He was parched.

"Koushirou..." Ah, he knew what was coming now. "Thanks. When I came over, I didn't mean for..."

"I don't want thanks. Or apologies." I just want you. But, no, that... he wasn't at a point where he could say that just yet. "I just want you at your best. I still think we can change the world, Taichi-san."

A hesitant grin. "That's a promise," Taichi said, only it sounded more like "fash a fwomish" with his mouth full of cracker.

Demons couldn't be defeated in a single afternoon, over oolong tea and shrimp crackers, despite best intentions. Koushirou knew that. He'd dealt with his fair share of demons and they were intractable little brutes. But Taichi could out-stubborn anything. He wouldn't have been able to lead them this far if that weren't true.

As for Mochizuki Meiko - even if Taichi couldn't quite admit it yet, Koushirou thought he understood why she was being "kind." Because though what they'd taken had been enormous, they'd done their utmost to give back what they could. It might be small, but seeds always are. Mochizuki had a future stretched out before her too, free from the designs of any government organization or mysterious otherworldly power. Teeming with possibilities, neither good nor bad. Simply there.

Taichi was going to change the world. Koushirou meant to do the same. People would say they made miracles, but the two of them would call it something else.

They would call it living.

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as usual i am an overdramatic bitch

side note: I was gonna have Koushirou call out Taichi for saying Yamato would beat him up, but just didn’t find a spot for it. So for clarity’s sake, this is Taichi being hard on himself, not indicative of what Yamato would actually do. We all saw him cry after losing his bestie *wibble*

I don’t know how they can both reach the shrimp cracker bowl if Koushirou’s at the desk and Taichi’s on the couch, by the way. I guess it’s hovering in the air between them, or they both have Elastigirl arms :P

[callophelia-ailingamnemonic]

If The Omori Fandom Played Homestuck... [Pt 1]

Okay... so um... y��all know how I love assigning hero titles/classpects to characters and how I love the potential of Fandomstuck, right? Yeah, lmao so I decided to assign a hero title to my Fandomstuck interperetation of this psychological horror RPG game called OMORI! It’s a really good game and I had an idea for a hero title for them! And cuz I have a feeling this post is gonna be pretty long, I’ll go through what I think their lunar sway would be, as well as other things such as chumhandles, typing quirks, planets, sprites, strife kinds, and fetch modi in the next post uwu

Though please keep in mind that this is purely my opinion, and if you disagree with it, then that’s cool, you don’t have to listen to my conclusions! They’re merely suggestions uwu Additionally, all this speculation is based off of OptimisticDuelist’s own research and that this post will contain a lot of spoilers for OMORI, so be warned, and remember; this is all just for fun and to satisfy my Fandomstuck obsession :33

For the sake of not confusing the actual game from the character, I will refer to the game’s personification as ORI.

After playing the game, I strongly believe that ORI’S hero title is the Prince of Hope.

The aspect of hope relates to faith, possibilities, positive emotions, and all things imaginary, idealistic, and as my friend would say, all about “Faking it until you make it”. Additionaly, as quoted by optimisticDuelist, hope also “describes our faith in the narrative’s coherence, our excitement for building plot threads and our ability to immerse ourselves in the fictional world”. Majority of the game takes place in WHITE SPACE, a DREAM WORLD created by SUNNY after MARI’s death as a sort of coping mechanism to handle the guilt of the truth. Many things about the DREAM WORLD relates to hope, such as how SUNNY hopes to forget what really happened to his sister by immersing himself in the DREAM WORLD for the price of isolation in the real world (for FOUR years!) where, in the DREAM WORLD, everything is better because MARI is still alive there and all his friends are together and happy. The aspect of hope, however, is not just restricted to SUNNY/OMORI and WHITE SPACE, but also to the characters outside in the real world which is why I think the aspect of hope relates to ORI beyond the game’s protagonist. BASIL believes in SUNNY and that there was no way he could have killed MARI or vandilised all the photos, no matter how clear it was, and instead blames SOMETHING for all of it. Additionally, the rest of the cast believed in the lie SUNNY and BASIL created regarding MARI’S death and don’t even find out until the very end of the game if you get the true ending. We can also go a few steps further by bringing up the group’s hopes and dreams for a brighter future, SUNNY’s hope for forgivness and the fact that happy (And its other stages) are all positive emotions that play a role in battles.

Although I’m pretty set in stone about hope, you do see traits of other aspects throughout the game.

Time, since the aspect is linked to music, narrative pacing, decay, and is associated with photographs through the canon Knight of Time, Dave Strider. Right off the bat, we can link the whole photography thing to ORI since the truth is revealed to the player through a series of photos, and also that BASIL loves taking them. Additionally when the game brings us to the real world for the second time, we get to learn how the world SUNNY used to know changed in the last four years. Additionally, MARI and SUNNY played the piano and violin (respectively) and MARI died the day of their recital. If we wanted to go above and beyond, we could probably bring up how BASIL’S mental state takes a quick turn south when he finds out SUNNY’s gonna move, and on the last day, if left alone, will kill himself, which will either lead SUNNY to lock that memory away, or kill himself by stabbing or jumping off the hospital’s roof if the player gives up during OMORI’s battle. So yeah... lot’s of death.

Void and how it can represent secrets, lies, misfortune, and the unknowable alongside nothingness/meaninglessness and the physical world. This applies to ORI and how the whole reason WHITESPACE exists was due to MARI’s death and how it was covered up with a lie and how hard OMORI tries to stop SUNNY from discovering the truth.

Light, which represents imagination and true information, good fortune, and what’s important. Imagination also applies to WHITESPACE and how as the game goes one, we begin to learn the truth behind MARI’s death. 

Blood, which represents connection, responsibility, commitment to a collective, an attachment to the world and character dynamic. This applies to ORI and how despite the fact the characters had drifted apart ever since MARI’s death, they were all able to fall back together due to their friendship. Heck, the whole thing about them all being close friends is often seen and mentioned throught the game! In addition to that, the lack of connections ended up making everyone miserable and eventually, SUNNY owns up and tells the others how MARI really died in the end of the true end.

Heart, which reflects the soul, inner feelings, love and attraction, and platonic ideals of both people and objects. Additionally, canon heart players are known for roleplaying and personality splinters, which if you count OMORI (SUNNY’S dream alter ego) going around and protecting the truth by pretending everything is alright, then that kinda fits the heart bill as well. We could additionally go a little deeper by bringing up Sweetheart and the fact that the dreamworld is personal and important to SUNNY, since everyone in that world was either people in real life when they were still young or mascots from games and comics SUNNY knows of.

Kind of breath, since a part of the aspect includes detachment from the world... since... y’know, SUNNY HASN’T LEFT HIS HOUSE IN FOUR YEARS.

And kind of rage, since anger is one of the emotions the play a role in battles, and that a part of rage is that its contrivance is meant to make us see through the illusion of the fiction and focus on its flaws instead. This can be applied to how quickly the dreamworld falls apart as the game progresses, breaking the harmony time and time again, and constantly reminding us that everything is not as it seems.

Although these aspects could all be used to describe ORI, I still kinda see hope as the main aspect.

Now for the next point, why in the world would I think ORI to be a prince of all classes (Especially considering Homsestuck’s canon Prince of Hope)??? Well, I’ve already describes what hope is and how it relates to the dreamworld and its purpose, and then I’m gonna bring up what a prince (Alongside its passive counterpart, the bard) does; they destroy.

Princes are ones who destroys their aspect, or destroys through their aspect for themselves. As one of the most active classes, it can be stressfull for them to adopt passive roles, and tend to dominate the plot with the sheer impact of their actions.  Royals (princes and bards) are those concerned with aristocracy, nobility, and the great figures who shape society, and due to that, share a focus on birth-rights and legacies. Royals are often intensly devout to the cause they believe in and the people they love and are not afraid to fight for what they believe is right.  They tear down what’s old and stagnant to allow the flourishing of the new and are often formidable attackers, but also effective debuffers, as they remove their aspect from reality or wear down their enemy through its use. However, their reverence for high-class court society can make them judgmental or arrogant, and their greatest challenge is to resist the ego that would convince them that they’re above others.

The main reason I chose the Prince class for ORI is because they can destroy their aspect, and in this case, I will their aspect, being WHITE SPACE/the DREAM WORLD. As mentioned countless times earlier, WHITE SPACE is SUNNY’S safe place and their protection from the truth or what really happened, but as the game progresses, the player’s actions and OMORI’s reaction to anything that would reveal the truth breaks the illusion of the DREAM WORLD, before eventually, destroying it althogether in the end and (if you managed to figure out the hangman’s game) uncover the truth in the form of a broken realm known as BLACK SPACE. Additionally, the entirety of HEAD SPACE (WHITE and BLACK) was created by the game’s protagonist, which would already put them (SUNNY/OMORI) in an important position. If we want to expand on the whole aristocracy-nobility thing, we could bring up the fact that SWEETHEART is... I don’t really know what she is, but she’s super popular, rich, and owns a castle in the DREAM WORLD, and that CAPTAIN SPACEBOY/FRIEND is a well-known space pirate, and MR JAWSUM who is the owner of this hotel-resort thing. The fighting part of the Royals’ description easily fits ORI, since it is an RPG game. I could keep giving reasons as to why I think ORI would be a prince, and several other alternatives I thought would fit, but this post is already really long :’DD So the last thing I wanted to say about this was that the reason I thought ORI would be a prince, and not a bard, was mainly because of the prince’s activness and how as the game goes on, OMORI grows stronger before the final battle of the game turns into a struggle for power between SUNNY and OMORI.

Anywho, this is my really long explenation of why I would think ORI (My Fandomstuck interperetation of OMORI) would be a Prince of Hope! At one point, I did contemplate the idea of them being a witch, but then I felt as if that would have suited SUNNY more as an individual.

So yeah, that’s basically it and I’m gonna make another post later about all the other stuff afterwards, and to finish this post off, here is a picture I made of ORI using Gacha Club uwu (Cuz I have no drawings prepared ;w;)

[hollyhomburg]

You make me Happy

(Hybrid! Jungkook x Reader)(Drabble) 

Summary: When Puppy Jungkook finds out you’re depressed, he makes it his mission to make you happy! ...with a little help from the others.  Tags: Depression, references to not eating due to depression, night terrors, allusions to polyamory- specifically Hoseok x Reader x Puppy! Jungkook x Cat! Jimin x Cat! Yoongi W/c: 1.9k A/n: well- I sent this over text to @peeachypop last night at like midnight and then woke up and made it a full little Au! hope you guys enjoy it! happy birthday, Jungkook!

Like okay, imagine puppy! hybrid jungkook who is a little nieve, and Doesn’t exactly understand how the world works cuz he grew up on a farm and never lived in a city until he was adopted by the reader. 

The city is so nice!!! With so many interesting smells and foods that make his mouth water and things that he hasn’t experienced like VR clubs and coffee shops and bars- not that he really ever gets the chance too because his new owner is a little bit of a recluse.

And you don’t really keep a lot of yummy things in their fridge but you let him order anything he wants! “Oh my god, this is the best you mean I can call talk to someone on the phone and then food shows up! That’s magic!” And maybe you don’t really eat a lot of it but like! Jungkooks never spent a lot of time around humans so he doesn’t immediately register it as an issue. 

And on the days that Jungkook manages to convince you to go out of your apartment it never lasts for long because the sick sticky smell of anxiety clings to you, and Jungkook can only tolerate so much distress from his owner before his protective instincts kick in and he takes you home. 

There are other things too, nights when you hold your head in your hands or he hears you crying in your bedroom. or how listless and sad you seem, how you seem to pull away some days and go silent or answer Jungkook’s many questions with one-word answers. 

there are better days too- when you take Jungkook to the hybrid park and seem genuinely okay for a little before you get bad again

he finds a few old photographs pushed in the back of a drawer- you smiling with a man who seems a little reserved. and when he asks you you snatch the photo from him and push it back away where you don’t have to think about him. “my ex” 

Jungkook is confused, “you mean your mate?” Jungkook doesn’t understand because aren’t mates supposed to be forever? he relays as much and you shake your head a small smile playing on your lips. “not usually, though if you’re lucky they are,”  

“Why did he leave? did he-” Jungkook tucks his chin in, suddenly embarrassed because you don’t talk about this- about why you don’t get out of bed some days and why you always look exhausted and worn out and shakey. “Did he leave because you’re sick?” 

and maybe it would have offended you before, but Jungkook is looking up at you with such worried eyes, so Ernest and careful. You hesitantly reach a hand up and rub over his ears scratching around the base of him, and his tail starts wagging up a rhythm against your couch. 

“I’m not sick Kookie I just have depression” and he tilts his head to one side because he Doesn’t know what depression is and you explain it like “it’s just when someone gets really sad sometimes or all the times okay?” he nods quick, because that he can work with, that he understands. 

Jungkook makes it his mission to make you happy. He’s just trying to be a good hybrid and he loves you so much, you deserve to be happy!

So he does everything to try to keep you smiling, doing more house chores and making up elaborate games to play with you. The day he takes a bath and starts blowing bubbles in the water (i mean have you seen those videos of german shepherds blowing bubbles and getting so happy and like yipping at it? that’s Jungkook) and you giggle so loudly that now every time you give him a bath he does it. 

he even starts to sleep in your bedroom too! because one night he hears you crying and can’t leave you alone. He whines and nuzzles into your cheeks, licking away your tears a little and running a hand through your hair, because humans need pets too, and you actually let him comfort you, bury your head in his chest and sob. 

He knows enough that sometimes you just wake up in the middle of the night sometimes, has woken up to the sound of you crying and come to scratch at your door before you started to let him in. 

He starts sleeping in your bed and sometimes you grumble a little and hover, a few inches away not sure if he wants to cuddle, and he always snuggles up to you and grins, kissing your cheek and making you blush and smile shyly before you shut off the light. And on those nights when he can hold you close- safe from sadness in his arms- he feels accomplished, feels like he’s making you better. 

Sometimes he knows he fails. sometimes you wake with shadowed eyes and immediately go back to sleep no matter how Jungkook tries to pull you out of bed. on those days he feels powerless and like he’s not making a difference at all. 

One day you take an afternoon nap because for some reason you’re just too tired today, and Jungkook decides that oh! He can go get you some snacks at the conscience store across the street! He’ll be back before you wake up and then you can wake up to something sweet. And maybe you’ll give him one of those small sleepy smiles and you’ll eat it in his lap while he plays video games in your living room. 

And he doesn’t really understand that hybrids aren’t supposed to be let outside in their own. It’s not exactly against the rules but like, if he was causing trouble he knows that he would be picked up by hybrid control. And though the shop keeper gives him a weird look, he lets Jungkook peruse the small isles of snacks for a few minutes before he comes over- it’s pretty quiet after all. 

Eventually, he asks him if he needs help and Jungkook is like all pouty because as much as he’s wracking his brain there are just so many choices and Jungkook doesn’t want to choose wrong. Jungkook explains to the shopkeeper, he looks like he would know. he’s got a kind smile and auburn hair that curls against his temples and a little enamel pin of snoopy and a little purple horse pinned to his work shirt.

“I don’t really know what my owner likes and I’m just trying to make her happy” and the attendant nods along like it’s the most pressing issue of the day, “I see, well you could always go for something sweet?” he smiles, and it’s so charming, so bright too, it makes Jungkook blush, and suddenly a lightbulb goes off in Jungkooks head. 

“I know what would make her happier!!! You definitely would!!!” Queue Jungkook dragging a confused Hoseok over to your apartment and you being shocked and concerned when you open the door (Jungkook forgot the code again) because you never thought Jungkook would like- bring in an actual stranger to your apartment to make you happy.

But Hoseok is so chill about it and just laughs it off “it’s okay really! I was gonna take my break anyway- and he seemed like really concerned about you too. And I have a hybrid of my own so I know how protective they can be/”

And he lingers in the doorway, before you offer him a cup of coffee- better than the stuff they make in the convenience store, and he accepts (luckily you favor the to-go cups when you have to go to work) and you sit and talk about his hybrid for a moment (a cute kitten hybrid named jimin who according to Hoseok used to pout for hours whenever Hoseok had to leave for work.) before he has to get back to work. 

 but before he leaves he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cookie package or something and he’s like, “oh yeah he said you like things that were sweet and I don’t have time to eat anyway! by the way, if you ever want to stop by and talk about hybrids my schedule is-” And maybe Jungkook sees the way you smile at Hobi and thinks “mission accomplished!” 

And takes you by the store whenever Hoseok works sometimes for ramen 4 times in the same shift. And of course, you meet his hybrid who ends up becoming Jungkook’s best friend! even though you remind him that like- best friends don’t help each other through heats and ruts, or kiss on the couch, to which Jungkook replies, “Then why did you and hobi sleep together after you went out drinking to celebrate his new job? and you help me with my ruts all the time and how are we not friends?” which makes you change the subject verry verry abruptly 

And then a few months into your sort of friendship Hoseok finds injured hybrid Yoongi in the alleyway behind the store and brings him to your place because its closest.

and then maybe months later when Yoongi has moved into your apartment and Hoseok has gotten a better job and actually moved into the apartment across the hall from yours (all so he can coe-own hybrid Yoongi with you- and not because like- he wants to be closer to his friend who he like might have a crush on). 

Maybe you’re just washing dishes or something with Jungkook drying them and putting them away, and both kind of lamenting because its almost been a year since you adopted Jungkook. 

And Jungkook says something about the time you used to be sad because like- thankfully you’ve gotten a lot better, and he’s a little wistful and a little insecure because he feels like it was all of them who made you happy and not Jungkook. 

And he says something like “well the others are what makes you happy so I don’t know why you’d want to go on a date just us too on the night that Yoongi and jimin are going out to a movie with hobi,” 

and you’re like stunned, because you thought Jungkook knew how much he meant, you’re instantaneously like “Jungkook, you make me happy all the time, without even meaning too, everything you do makes me happy, even when you just like, sit next to me on the couch or hold my hand I’m happy” 

and Jungkook just legit bursts into tears and pulls you close, because really- he had absolutely no idea that he did and it makes him so over the moon. And he just like, happy cries into her shoulder and they sit for a while and end up going and getting chicken by the river or something for their date and to celebrate and Jungkook’s a little sniffly all night and holds you close because like yeah- you make him super happy too. 

and you know, no matter what happens with the others, as long as you have Jungkook you’ll be happy too. 

[vbee-miya]

[romantic matchup]

╔═ @tired-of-this-bs ═╝

𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚞𝚙 - 𝙹𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚘 𝙺𝚞𝚓𝚘 (𝚏𝚝. 𝙺𝚊𝚔𝚢𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝙽𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚔𝚒)

Ah, yes

“ J O T A R O ”       “ D I O ”      “ O H        U R       A P P R O C H I N G       M E ”

Okay my opinion is that he’s pretty insensitive, but that won’t mean he wouldn’t want you to not ask him for help, doesn’t matter if it may sound stupid. 

Because he is your friend and he wants to make sure you’re not suppressing down your emotions to the point where you just break. 

Cuz honestly same 😌🤚🏼

He’s a logical thinker and thinks outside of the box. 

Therefore with you coming up with various logical ideas in anything he’d admire you for that. 

He could care less about your appearance. Intelligence >>>>

I mean have you seen my boy Kakyoin? Man is big brain. 

Jotaro and you would have an interesting friendship.

Like his idea of hanging out would most likely be pretty boring, but fear not that’s why Kakyion is here. 

Man’s will save the day, because he has more fun and clever ideas. 

Question.

How often do you clown your friends? 

Because to an extent since you somehow miraculously became his friend (mayhaps the similar personality) I feel like you and Kakyoin would clown him on a daily basis. Or at least when you guys hangout. 

Now there’s a reason why I paired you up with Jotaro rather than Kakyoin. 

I feel like with Kakyoin, he would want to learn more about you and such and it’s not just like oh what do you like to do, it’ll be something like so how was your past like? And you stated that you don’t really like opening up to those. 

As for Jotaro it’s not that he wouldn’t care per say it’s more of the fact that yes. He understands so he wouldn’t have any interest in talking about subjects of that matter. 

As for Kakyoin the way you two became friends was through Jotaro, naturally I feel like Kakyoin would want a type of friend that would assure him everything would be alright when things go to shit, almost like a mom friend or a sweet optimistic friend ya know?

Of course the Stardust Bros is a different story, but let's just say you didn’t have any stands of some sort. 

Anyways yes     J O T A R O  . 

Let's say Kakyoin got sick and he had to stay home, BUT wait the day he got sick was the day you guys planned to go to an amusement park. Jotaro tried to talk things out with Kakyoin, but Kakyoin wouldn’t allow it and said that you two should just head to the fair without him.

A sad story really. 

Anyways at first it’ll be awkward because it’ll feel like you’re hanging out with yourself. That’s until some old fair guy work came up to y’all and said “What a lovely couple, here take for free.” 

I’m calling it, Jotaro wanted to internally throw up. 

He wanted to punch the old man with his stand, but he couldn’t...that’s a lie. He could’ve but all that came out was “yaRE YaRE dAZe”  and he did that hat thing. I mean who’s knows he might done something to the old man but that seems a tad bit too cruel right? 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️👀

The rest of the day was fun, surprisingly, Jotaro chuckling at others stupidity when trying to win the rigid game booths. Anyways you both left the fair early to check on Kakyoin he asked how things went. You briefly told Kakyoin everything besides that one awkward encounter...Ya we don’t speak about that. 

Brightside was that you guys got free food. 

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Downside of this friendship...would, probably be nothing. He does get irritated easily, but he wouldn’t hold a grudge or anything of that sort. 

If you’re being loud in public he’d just go. “yaRE YaRE dAZe” 

𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍  𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚞𝚙 - 𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝙰𝚋𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚘

Logical you say? 

Intelligent you say? 

Book smart you say?

HaTe InJUStiCe?

SAY LESS!!!!!!!!

Please this boy was an ex police officer. Of course he knew how unfair the justice system was. That’s one of the many reasons he became one. 

But even so, he was eventually fired from his job for certain reasons that he wishes to forget about. 

So when he found out that you were a person who hated injustice and how unfair the systems were you betcha he’d try talking to you. 

Like Jotaro he’s pretty insensitive, but if you need someone to talk to Abbacchio isn’t really the best at being sympathetic. 

But damn, is he a great listener and since he isn’t that well about being sympathetic if you ever need the harsh truth. He’s got you.  

I don’t see Leone as a cat person, but I guess he wouldn’t mind as long as they aren’t being annoying. 

I feel like he wouldn’t understand dark humor, but when he does I don’t see him laughing out really about it. He’d just make a small snickering sound and then be like “tsk, Y/N mature up.” 

Playing devil's advocate? He’d play it to, possibly lowkey start competing with you in a very lowkey lowkey way. On see who can play the best devil’s advocate. 

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Negative part of this friendship...how is y’all’s communication going? 

And again he’s pretty insensitive sooo don’t expect him to know how to handle emotions. Another reason is that he wouldn’t really know how to deal with your short temper, he’d just roll his eyes to the sky and listen to music. Isn’t bothered at all, but secretly he’d want to throw you out the window depending how long the temper lasts, especially when you become a tad bit too sassy. Your ass is out the window.  

𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚞𝚙 - 𝙽𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚊 𝙶𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚐𝚊

You’d be too intimidating for him. Perhaps scary. 

He’d think you’d be able to beat him up just like that.

I mean you're smart and shit & he’s kinda a dumbass….. Just saying (16x55=28) 

So in conclusion an intimidating smartass would scare him. Please this boy. 

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But let's say you two do become friends somehow….He’d still be scared of you, but more of an older sibling scary. 

Again another really fun request. Hope you enjoyed your results @tired-of-this-bs  . Sorry if I might’ve left any blanks. Or if the characters weren’t who you’d hope to get m(_ _)m

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For those who are still waiting please be patient. I've had a pretty busy schedule and workload. DM me if your request has been pending for about a month now.

Pictures edited by: @dublemiyachiaseed

𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝙼𝚢 𝙽𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 (𝙿𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚝) 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚄𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜

[ghost-chance]

Fanfiction Recommendation: “Fat. Beautiful. Tasty. Ravenous” by MoofyKitten

Title: Fat. Beautiful. Tasty. Ravenous Author: MoofyKitten on AO3/FFN/Wattpad Fandom: BNHA/My Hero Academia Rating: M/MA for a reason. (Detailed sex in over half the posted chapters. Perv away only if you’re of age!) Pairing(s): Fat Gum [Toyomitsu Taishirou] / OFC Found on: AO3

Deets Expect some light spoilers and a mini-rant.

I am an unrepentant fanfiction addict; this is no secret. There are fics I read to wind down after a rough day, fics I read to put myself to sleep in hopes of pleasant dreams, and fics I read to tear my hear into teeny tiny fragments then build it back again better than before. THEN there are fics that don’t fit the mold – the kind that I become so invested in that I physically cannot put off reading that update. THIS, my lovelies, is one of THOSE fics, and it’s earned that place from the early chapters. This story has almost everything I need from a fanfiction, and I have a feeling the rest is just around the corner.

Let’s get the basics out of the way.

The Spelling, grammar, and punctuation are all excellent – I have yet to notice a single error, so either the author and her betas are a force to be reckoned with or I’m just getting so sucked into the story an elephant could sit on me and I’d never notice. The formatting is effective and easy to follow, and the chapters have all been of a nice meaty length, perfect for plowing through in a single sitting only to realize you missed a meal and it’s time for bed and your brain is hopelessly lost in ship-land daydreaming about what’s up next. ...wait, that’s just me? My bad.

Syntax – This one requires an entire section of its own. The fact that I’m having to actually think about how well the author’s varying their syntax says they’re effing nailing it. If a story’s syntax is at all static or the sentence even the slightest bit predictable, it’s easy enough for me to recall it because I’m mentally rearranging the bits that irk or don’t impress me as I read. I can’t even get through a bleepin’ news article or an online recipe without itching to push what I’m reading up to the standards my professors held. It sounds harsh, I know, but please take  my word for it when I say I’m not criticizing anyone. Suffice it to say, if my classes did anything, they made editing so instinctive I can’t turn it off. Confession: I have never found myself rearranging a single phrase in this masterpiece. Arguing with the characters? Encouraging the characters? Begging, pleading, and berating the characters for breaking my heart time and time again by stopping just short of the sugary fluff I can just smell right around the corner? Oh, Hell yes. I’ve done all of that and more, but I’ve never found myself with the urge to grab my red pen and strike out or scooch even a single word.

Something that strikes me about this story above others I’ve given the same rating (Spoiler: there are VERY FEW!) is the sheer variety of the scenes and environments. Sounds silly? Probably, but romances often develop a certain amount of location stagnation, and I know from personal experience how difficult it can be to bust through those patterns. (I mean, the majority of “A New Lease on Life” takes place in the Lair in some room, most commonly a bedroom, the lab, or the kitchen.) This story takes the couple off of familiar and ‘safe’ turf like homes and offices and drags them through countless other places without regard for their sense of comfort. Each scene feels real and multi-dimensional and directly or indirectly influences the characters’ behavior and reactions. It’s awesome. That’s a sign the author has done her people-watching!

Now, about that OC. I’ll readily admit, in the first chapter, I had my reservations. At first glance she seemed shallow, obsessed with appearances and her own view of the world, and – strange as it may sound – too skinny and too attractive. Yes, there’s some personal bias involved there, but the majority was practical rather than emotional. BUT! Because the writer of this story is the same who unleashed the beautiful Kacchako torment Hot-Headed upon me without a single breath of remorse, I gave Aiko a chance. Sure enough, my first impressions were entirely incorrect. The things that bothered me about Aiko? They all had explanation or purpose, and she’s turned out to be a pretty well-fleshed out character...pun intended. As the story progresses we’re seeing sides of her that I hoped for but didn’t expect and each chapter leaves me wondering what we’ll learn next.

Romantic connection. First word: “OOFTA.” The second word, I’d spell out, but it’s a shrill, wordless, begging whine that I cannot translate into English for the life of me. This pairing starts without any sort of romantic connection; it skips straight to the shenanigans and leaves hope that the snugglebunnies will follow eventually. Friends…if you’ve read any of my writing before, you’ll know that I. LIVE. For. The. FLUFF. The awkward mush, the sweaty palms, the am-I-gonna-barf-or-do-I-have-a-crush, the absolutely tooth-rotting sweetness capable of sending a reader headlong into diabetes with a dopey grin and heart eyes - they’re my crack and I love them. This story started with no fluff but it’s been slowly developing in the background. It’s an entirely new situation for me! I feel like I’ve gotten used to eating my dessert first then digging into an equally sweet dinner without a moment to cleanse my palate. This story? It’s like gorging on smoky, meaty St. Louie barbecue for weeks on end with literally just a smear of something sweet as an afterthought. Mind. Frackin’. BLOWN. It turns out I’m more masochistic as a reader than I ever suspected.

Another relationship I want to cover is the building friendship between Aiko and Fat Gum – because nope, she has not managed to mentally connect the half-starved Taishiro she’s climbing like a tree with the big-and-beautiful Fat Gum who owns the agency. Yep. She thinks she’s boning Fat’s beefy little brother. It’d be funny if my heart wasn’t whining for fluff. While frustrating to fluff-starved readers, Aiko not knowing the beefcake and the brother are one and the same provides an intriguing and natural way for her to build an actual relationship with him. This means none of the fetishistic bullarkey rampant in other stories pairing plus-sized male characters with OCs.

What sort of fetishistic bullarkey am I talking about? To name a handful: I love you so lose weight. I love you because you’re big. I’m fat too so it’s okay if we’re together. Blatant fat-fetish disguised as romance. Fat character’s life absolutely revolves around food and it’s gross/nvm it’s okay. Lastly, OC’s only chance at being loved by fat character is feeding them. Maybe to thin folks those don’t sound negative but to those of us who fit the description? NOPE. These don’t make healthy relationships. Using these can turn a well-meaning pairing toxic and frankly, it tends to piss off those of us who – GASP! - accept ourselves no matter our size. These...tropes, let’s call them, have made me hesitant to even try fiction involving plus sized male characters because I’ve been let down so many times. Finding plus sized female characters is easy, especially OCs, but appreciation for the chonky bois isn’t nearly as common. They need love too, dammit!

Ahem. Rant over.

As mentioned before, I ain’t seen any of that crap in this story. This author is treating Fat Gum like she would any other character instead of focusing on the fat. I wish with all my heart that more authors were capable of (and willing to) do the same with Fat Gum, and with other plus sized male characters. I can’t even put into words how much it means to me that she’s doing such a fantastic job portraying a character type that so many writers bungle without ever realizing it. I’ve needed this story my entire life and never realized it wasn’t there; I shudder to think of how long I might have been waiting for it if this author never found the inspiration to do so.

If I don’t shut up now, I fear I never will. I love this story that much. Moving on.

Warnings

Explicit sexual content – do NOT read this around your family unless you have a stronger will than I and can do so without creeping them out. (According to my husband, when I read smut I “look like a demented vulture staring down at a half-flattened ‘possum waiting for it to take its last breath,” complete with hunched shoulders and heavy breathing. Flattering, I know.) The smut scenes, while not my usual cuppa tea, wreck. My brain? Broke. Chapter four’s budding romance? It’s goin’ on my headstone ‘cuz I’m dead.

There are mentions of human trafficking and the future may include more about it. Slut-shaming comes up a few times because men are assholes and asshole exes are the ultimate assholes. Situational fat-shaming and lack of body confidence come up as Aiko comes to recognize Fat Gum for who he is instead of what he is; on the other end of the tag, Fat is also doing a lot of it to himself even when it isn’t spelled out. You can see it behind some of his reasoning in his POV chapters and since the writer is kickass at portraying thoughts and feelings without ever breaking out of restricted POV, you can also see hints in other chapters. That said, if the shaming was really bad without any redeeming purpose, I’d have noped my way right out’a that fic and never looked back. It has a purpose, and it’s not that bad. Give it a chance.

Recommendation level

This story lacks purple prose and excessive fluff, and I haven’t seen any signs of the pop culture, literary, and music references I love so dearly, but the rating remains the same:

Ten. Out. of. Farking. TEN!

YES! I’ve finally found another 10/10!!! A quick reminder for anyone who’s managed to not see my other reading recc posts, I don’t even need both hands to count off all the 10/10s I’ve read. Congratulations, Ms. MoofyKitten – your story rocks my world and I have an addiction I do not care to shake!

[bisexualalexclaremontdiaz]

The Magpie and Her Bandit (cuz I’m bad at titles): Chapter 1

I don’t usually post my fics, but I was feeling courageous so... This takes place about 8 years after Supernova when Maggie and Max are in Grade 12. This is in Maggie’s POV, but the next one will be in Max’s. This isn’t edited so don’t be too harsh. Other Chapters

The necklace shone brightly in the midday sun, catching the eyes of many of the surrounding people. The lady wearing it seemed to know this and had a haughty look on her face as she made her way down the street. Maggie knew this lady as Mrs. Mallard, a rich widow who never missed a chance to show off her wealth. She was arrogant and rude and Maggie felt no pity as she used her telekinesis to undo the clasp. The necklace dropped and the bustle of the busy street kept anyone from noticing. Maggie picked the necklace from the ground and quietly pocketed it. Then she casually walked away, towards the Everharts'. 

No longer a mansion, the Everharts lived in a nice four bedroom house. This was more than enough for the three people who lived there, Max, Hugh and Simon. When she finally reached the house she knocked on the door, shivering in the cold November air.

"It's open" called Simon from inside.

Maggie quickly went into the warm house, locking the door behind her.

"You should really keep it locked," she said, "someone might break-in."

"Oh don't be so paranoid." Simon said, "Besides, Hugh just went out to grab something. He'll be back in a bit, so I didn't bother to lock it. No big deal."

Maggie rolled her eyes. These people had forgotten what it was like to live with caution. Luckily she still remembered how to live safe.

"Is Max upstairs?" She asked. When Simon nodded she headed to his room.

When she entered the room, Maggie saw that Max was working on his scale model of the old renegades building. She flopped onto his bed and picked up the book at his bedside.

"Architecture For Dummies?" Maggie said "Do you really need this? You're already great at architecture and all that junk."

"Maybe," Max said doubtfully "but the others who are applying to the college are too."

Max had decided a few years back that he wanted to become an architect. He worked tirelessly throughout high school and now that they were in their last year, Max was working harder than ever. 

"Oh come on," Maggie said, trying to motivate him "No one can out-nerd you." Suddenly something caught Maggie's eye.

"Hey, what's that?" She asked, using her telekinesis to pull it towards her.

Max snatched it out of the air. 

"Not something for you to steal."

"I wasn't gonna steal it."

"Sure," Max said sarcastically. "This is too important for you to take. It's an engagement ring!"

"For who?"

"Nova," Max said enthusiastically. 

"Hate to break it to you, but she's already taken." Maggie smirked "And by your own brother no less! You must feel so betrayed."

Max rolled his eyes. "Adrian is gonna propose to Nova and he wanted me to keep it hidden until then. He knows Nova will find it if he keeps it in their apartment."

"So the Galton's favourite couple is finally tying the knot," Maggie said dryly. "You must be excited."

"As a matter of fact, I am," Max said. " I know you don't like Nova, but this is going to make her and my brother happy."

"Whatever," Maggie said. Secretly though, she was happy that Adrian was going to be happy. He was always nice to her. Even when he caught her stealing.

"That's the spirit!" Max said, knowing that Maggie was happier then she let on.

Maggie's stomach growled. 

"Want to go get something to eat?" Max asked.

"Ooh, tacos!"

"We had tacos on Wednesday. I want pizza."

"We always get pizza. How about shawarmas?"

"Fine"

When they reached the shawarma place they saw that Ruby was there already. Despite Maggie's protests, Max insisted on saying hi. 

"Hey, Ruby!" Max called.

Ruby turned and waved. Max and Maggie made their way over to her.

"Hey, guys! How are you?" She asked, "Maggie, I haven't seen you in so long."

"We're fine" Max answered for her.

"Oscar's coming from the bathroom," Ruby said. "Do you guys want to join us?" 

Max agreed before Maggie could make up some sort of excuse. When Oscar returned from the bathroom he greeted them. He and Maggie then went to order food while Ruby and Max chatted.

"So Magpie," said Oscar "how's life been treating you?"

Maggie had always liked Oscar since he wasn't nearly as rude as Nova. Plus he always used to treat her like a little sister. That is, before he and Ruby moved in together. Now all he had time for was Ruby.

"Fine I guess," she said, "How have you been?"

"Good." He said, then his eyes softened "I've missed hanging out with you though."

Maggie felt her heart go soft. She missed him too. Then she remembered that this was how life was. People always left you and you couldn't blame them. They would always find someone better.

"Yeah, well." She muttered.

Oscar opened mouth to say something but before he could the cashier called them to order. After they ordered, they sat back down with their Max and Ruby. They started to discuss Adrian's plan to propose. Ruby and Max went on and on about the flowers and decoration ideas they had. When the food finally came, Maggie hoped it would make them shut up. She had no such luck. By the end of the meal, she wanted to tear her ears out. 

"This was nice," said Max.

"Definitely," said Ruby. "We should double date more often."

"Whoa now!" Maggie said, "Max and I are just friends."

"Really? I could have sworn..." She started under her breath.

"Oh yes!" Max said enthusiastically "Maggie and I are just friends."

He looked at Ruby pointedly, "Nothing more."

A look of understanding came over Ruby’s face.

Maggie was slightly confused with Max's behaviour. She shrugged it off, telling herself that he was bothered by Ruby's idea. This irritated her. Was it that terrible to be considered her boyfriend? 

Maggie used to have a crush on Max when they first became friends, but, not wanting to risk their friendship, she let those feelings fade away. She actually told Max about this a couple of months ago and they both laughed it off. However, he had been acting strange since then. Maybe he was starting to doubt their friendship. Maggie's heart dropped. What should she expect? People always left her eventually. Even her sister left her.

"Hey, Mags, are you okay?" Max asked as they were walking back to his house.

"I told you not to call me Mags." Maggie said, "It's sounds like rags." She did not want to be called rags.

"Sorry," Max said. Then he looked at her, concerned. "Are you upset about what Ruby said? She didn't know."

"No that's no big deal." She smiled at him "We're pretty much used to it by now, aren't we?"

It was true. People had always thought they were dating. Probably since they were always together. Was she becoming too clingy? Her doubts began to rise again.

“Oh,” Max exclaimed, “How about we go to the Cosmopolis Park?”

In the last few years, Cosmopolis Park had become incredibly popular. Everyone wanted to visit the place where the famous Nova and Adrian had their first date. Maggie had never been a fan of amusement parks, but Max loved them so she usually went along with him.

“Fine,” Maggie sighed. It couldn’t hurt, could it?

Looking back, Maggie wished she had said no.

[adequatejams-blog]

don’t toy with me (1)

pairing: Namjoon x Reader

genre: university au, fluff, domestic fluff (possible eventual smut)

warnings: mentions/implications of masturbation

words: 5.8k

note: Okay so this was the fic I have been working on the past couple weeks! I originally planned for this to be just a long oneshot but I kinda liked the idea of breaking it up into parts so I could continue this story. Please let me know if you also want to see more parts because I’m still kinda toying with the idea.

In a time where desperation was a complication gnawing at your morality, there was always a golden light illuminating the winning path you were meant to travel. Perhaps it was the cloud of adrenaline that fogged your mind from making the virtuous decision, but that didn’t stop you. There was a pregnant pause with four pairs of eyes burning into your skin, waiting for a move. It was with a faint leer that you slammed two cards down, creating a minor earthquake on the tables surface.

“No way!” The light-haired boy next to you gasped dramatically with the biggest grin.

“I thought she was bluffing!” Another shocked expression looking with wide eyes at the exposed cards.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Jungkook’s hands flew up in the air. An obvious display of defeat plastered all over his face.  

“UNO!” You yelled eagerly. “Read it and weep Jungkook. I suggest you pick up those eight cards now.” You presented the smuggest expression as you leaned back in your seat.

He wanted to resist. He wanted to throw the table right then and there. How could you use two pickup four cards when he was just about to win the game? It was inhumane! Alas, there was no room for mercy when it came to the ritualistic game night you and your buddies have been following for the last decade. Even as kids everyone would get riled up for the simplest games. However, it was Monopoly night that was the most savage. You all agreed to only play it every five months, if that, because of the rift it caused in your friendship at the rituals’ earliest stage. Hoseok even made a silly prayer you all chanted before delving into the realms of Monopoly. It was the scariest you’ve ever seen Jin get. He now sits away from Namjoon during that game.

Jungkook groaned, rolling his neck and earning a crack from each side. He angrily picked up eight cards and shuffled them into his new deck of nine. “I could have ended this game right now.” His voice was laced with irritation. But his anger was your sweet tea.

“We’re not ending this game unless I win.” You retorted.

“It’s not like you’ve been playing for forty minutes or anything. Isn’t this game only supposed to take ten minutes max?” Yoongi, an outsider to this competitive game, commented with as much enthusiasm as Taehyung in chemistry lab.

“When it comes to protecting your reputation as the undefeated Uno champion, time has no limit.” You responded triumphantly as Hoseok placed a red card down.

“Yoongi’s just mad I kicked his ass in Smash Bros. earlier." Jimin smiled around the table of Uno players before wiping his expression blank due to the daggers thrown by Yoongi from the couch. He continued by placing down another red card with the number eight.

“That’s not a fair assessment. Isabelle is so overpowered.” Hoseok gave Yoongi a sympathetic look, one that went unnoticed. Yoongi was too involved in the array of albums he had sprawled out on the cushions.

“You better be cleaning those up after. I had them in alphabetical order divided by genre.” You wagged your finger at Yoongi who absentmindedly waved you off, murmuring a couple ‘yeah yeah’s’ under his breath.

You glanced at Taehyung who was taking his sweet time picking a card. His tongue prodded at the corner of his mouth, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

“It’s not rocket science Tae!” Jungkook smacked the table impatiently.

Taehyung looked at Jungkook with an intense stare. He slowly grabbed at a card from his hand and placed it on the table with the pace of a snail. You couldn’t stop a smile from gracing your face as you saw the card Taehyung put down. It was perfectly compatible with the last card you had.

“I WIN!” You stood up so fast that it caused the chair behind you to fall to the floor. You threw the card on the table with pride which replaced the adrenaline that accompanied you throughout the entire game.

“I totally thought I was going to win this one, dammit.” Jimin tossed his cards on the table.

“How do you think I feel?” Jungkook’s bitter expression was one for the memory books.

“Undefeated Uno champion!” You boasted with the least bit of humility.  

“I don’t see why we even continue to play this game if it’s only her that wins.” Taehyung stated, also discontented with the outcome.

“Because there’s always that hope that someone else will take the crown.” Hoseok chimed in optimistically. He started to put away the cards while the other boys got up from the kitchen table.

“Where’s Joon and Jin with the food? I don’t think it’s taken this long before. We should just order delivery next time.” Jimin whined, the hunger he felt forty minutes ago came back full swing.

“It’s an extra five dollars plus tip for delivery. Life as a University student is a frugal one.” You responded calmly, coming down from your recent winning high. “Plus, those two offered to go.” You walked over to the couch Yoongi occupied with your music collection and sunk down.

As if the heavens themselves decided to answer Jimin’s prayers, the door to your apartment flew open with Namjoon and Jin graciously carrying bags full of food.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy to see Namjoon and Jin in my entire life.” The sigh of relief that Jimin huffed out as he waltzed over to the food seemed exhausted.

“Is that how you talk to your elders Jimin?” Jin gave an amused look of disapproval but the grin he failed to hold back made the banter playful. Jimin took a couple bags from the older boy and started to rummage through the contents when he placed it hangrily on the counter.

Namjoon, who had more bags wrapped around his arms than Jin, was struggling to take his shoes off and received no sort of help from the other boys. Jin completely bypassed the younger boy to release himself from the mere single bag remaining in his grasp. You instinctively got up and relieved Namjoon of half the bags he carried, getting a smile of appreciation in return as he was finally able to take off his shoes.

“At least someone has the decency to help me.” Namjoon hollered to the boys who were occupied with the many containers displayed on the counter.

“You’re welcome!” Taehyung called with a snicker, surely to be chastised by some later act of karma.

By the time you and Namjoon reached the counter there was an array of dishes messily arranged so you both placed the rest of the food on the kitchen table that Hoseok finished cleaning off.

“So, what took you guys so long?” Yoongi asked nonchalantly, obviously not affected by the smell that filled the room.

“The restaurant we went to didn’t have bulgogi so Namjoon insisted we try other places to find it.” Jin explained as he grabbed the plates from the cupboard.

Your eyes widened and looked directly to Namjoon whose demeanor grew sheepish under your gaze. “You took that extra time just to find bulgogi? I was here dying from starvation!” Jimin continued his whining before he threw a couple pieces of pork into his mouth.  

“You really didn’t need to go searching around for it if they didn’t have it. Joon I told you!” You pestered the boy, smacking his shoulder lightly. You only scolded him because you felt bad for both him and Jin walking the extra miles just to find a dish you asked they get. You had even said to the two that if they didn’t have it then you were fine with anything that had kimchi.

“It wasn’t a big deal.” Namjoon shrugged.

“It took us an extra thirty minutes!” Jin complained.  

You could imagine the scenario in your head. Namjoon on a quest to find bulgogi with a less than enthusiastic Jin trailing behind with a look of defeat.

“Whatever the reason, we’ve got food now so let’s eat.” Hoseok watered down any sparks that may ignite into further arguments.

Everyone began to dish up at the counter and kitchen table since your apartment wasn’t big enough to hold all the food on a single surface area. When one person was done, they made the scramble less hectic by exiting to the living room and sat on one of the two couches in front of the television. The process repeated until it was only Yoongi left without a plate of food. His attention was still on the albums he had, but this time it was with the aim to clean them all up for people to sit properly on the couch he occupied.

“Yoongi, you need to quit rummaging through my collection. You do it every time and it’s not like they’ll miraculously change overnight.” You sauntered over to the coffee table that sat in the middle of the two couches and seated yourself in front of Namjoon’s legs so each boy could have their own spot on a proper seat. You were a generous host.  

“Every so often there’s a new addition so I’m just trying to keep up with your taste. I’ve always been so surprised with how similar it is to mine. It’s not like I have room in my apartment for albums.” Yoongi said as he finally began to get some food.

“You mean our apartment.” Namjoon chimed in with a peculiar raise of his eyebrow.

“I’ll say our apartment when you start to clean up after yourself and actually sleep there.” Yoongi retorted with an accusing finger.

“I swear that’s Taehyung when he comes over!” Namjoon defensively sits up and points to the younger boy who innocently looked up with a face full of rice.

Yoongi dismisses Namjoon’s excuse with an expression that obviously didn’t believe it.

“You think I could crash on the couch here, Y/N? I’ve got an early lab in the morning and you live closer to campus.” Jungkook asked.

“Yeah sure. Joon’s also gonna stay here cuz’ he’s got some sort of meeting down the block tomorrow.” You unconsciously lean back into the space between Namjoon’s legs at the mention of his name.

“Hasn’t he been staying here for the past few weeks now?” Taehyung jutted his chin out in his elder’s direction, food still being the main focus of his attention.

“Mhmm. I won’t lie, I’ve let Jimin sleep in your bed a couple of times since you’ve been camping out here.” Yoongi started to make his way to where the rest of you sat, glass of wine accompanying him and his meal.

“Yeah, just how many meetings can a guy have working part time?” Jimin’s eyebrows furrowed with suspicion.

“It’s an important business. They’re always having meetings and asking I attend. I only just started but the boss really likes to pick my brain.” Namjoon responds with slight hesitation, as if he was trying to make up some sort of reason.

“You might as well start paying rent for Y/N if you’re gonna practically be living here.” Jungkook snorted.

“It’s no big deal. I enjoy the company.” You shrug indifferently.  

“Yeah I bet you like the company.” Jungkook’s voice was suggestive and the rest of the boys ‘ooed’ at his words with devilish smiles on each participator.

“Shut up Justin Seagull.” You retorted, throwing a piece of cabbage at the smug face he proudly wore.

“You guys will understand when you fall as head over heels as I have for Y/N” Namjoon teased as he wrapped an arm around your neck in affection.

“You’re so funny.” Your eyes rolled as you smacked his arm away. “I’m trying to eat here Romeo.”

It was no secret that you and Namjoon liked one another. It was always brought up either discreetly, or blatantly, whenever you were all together. However, there was this tinge of doubt in both of you that thought the other was just going along with the group jokes.  

Having both you and Namjoon hide your true feelings, the other boys found it more than annoying to watch. You constantly made excuses to Yoongi, the one you trusted enough not to blab to the others, in hopes that you could convince yourself to stop having feelings for Namjoon. Why you thought this to be more logical than being honest was beyond both Yoongi’s and your own comprehension but you always unintentionally made things more difficult for yourself. Perhaps you were afraid. Afraid to lose the friendship you had with Namjoon. Not only would that affect the dynamic between you two, but it would also affect the group. Yoongi always brings up the time when you and Taehyung ‘dated’ but you always have to remind him that it was when you were six and had no sense of what having a boyfriend truly meant. Sharing each other's pencil crayons and exchanging snacks was considered ‘dating’ at the time so you and Taehyung were pegged the “it” couple in kindergarten.  

Unfortunately, you broke his heart when you started to get closer with Yoongi and Namjoon since they had a couple extra sweets in their lunches that they’d share with you. The Kindergarten and first grade class shared lunchrooms in the middle of the term because one of the teachers got pregnant, so you got closer to the first graders. It was a traumatizing time but you all managed to get through it come the following year.  

Regardless, your experience in dating was null. Everyone was now in University, had a job, or both, and you were still lacking in any romantic experience. It was uncharted territory and the step to freedom you were hoping to take was guarded by obstacles you put up yourself. You knew you were doing it but you were too afraid to stop. Change was frightening to any human, but each day that passed since Namjoon started to stay in your apartment you talked yourself into gaining a little bit of courage. You wanted to be with him, you wanted to try. It was just taking you a lot of time to prepare.

“I get the longer couch at least.” Namjoon raised his hand quickly and eyed Jungkook who looked stunned.

“Oh, come on. I’ll only be here for one night.” Jungkook whined.

“It’s the only sensical solution. I am the tallest.” Namjoon stated as a matter of fact. He leaned over you to place his empty plate on the coffee table.

You could smell his cologne when his shirt brushed by your hair. It was like he just got back from a hike with the smell of pine needles and a hint of perspiration he exuded. Regardless of the scent, it was something you wanted to be enveloped in because it was his.  

As though you were in a trance for an awkward amount of time, a hand waved feverishly in front of your face.  

“Last time I checked, hosts were supposed to be attentive to their guests.” Jungkook, the owner of that trance shattering hand, remarked.

“You know, sometimes I just wanna. . .” You purposely trailed off while threatening the back of your hand in the youngest’s direction.  

Jungkook flinched, scooting further away from his spot next to Namjoon.

“Hah! Two for flinching!” Taehyung punched the maknae in the shoulder twice with a widening grin from the other couch.

You ended up starting something you wish was refundable. Jungkook hastily put his plate of food on the coffee table and lunged at Taehyung who was completely oblivious to the attack. The little bit of noodles he had on his dish went soaring in the air and landed directly on the TV stand. Mocking you as the sauce dripped down to the second shelf. No way could you allow for that sauce to drip onto the carpet. It would definitely stain and wouldn’t just be mocking you, it’d be laughing too.

As if Jin was able to read your mind he bolted to the kitchen cupboards and grabbed the paper towel. He pretty much dove for the sauce as it was on the brink of ruin.  

Meanwhile, Jimin somehow managed to join the two younger boys in their scrap and Hoseok was actively trying to pry them apart. Yoongi sat there watching the destruction while sipping his wine, as if this were a regular occurrence at his place. He had told you fables of the notorious maknae line getting into these unnecessary playfights but you had yet to witness it in all their glory. Last time you were all witnesses (more like participators) to a group fight was back in sixth grade when you had Jungkook pinned to the ground and a loogie with his name on it. Taehyung and Jimin were fighting over the last piece of gimbap. Yoongi had Jin in a headlock trying to get him to admit that he was the one who placed the whoopee cushion on his chair during class. And Namjoon was trying to pry you off of Jungkook. Hoseok didn’t even try to break anything up because he knew it would be a fruitless attempt. It was quite the mess and the events leading up to such a disaster was the most notable example of the butterfly effect you could remember.  

Absolute chaos.

You sighed heavily and leaned your head back into Namjoon’s lap. He didn’t even flinch with how your head lay directly on his groin. Instead he rubbed a hand against his face in shame as the boys continued to tussle. Their ball of mayhem slowly making it to your bedroom. You didn’t want to know how they managed to “accidentally” open your door and raid your room.

“I swear I should be paid for babysitting you all.” You sighed heavily while rising. At least cleaning off the coffee table would provide some sort of relief in this situation.

“You’re one piss poor babysitter then. More concerned with tidying up than the tasmanian devil’s that are probably ruining your room.” Yoongi snorted.

“Then I’ll start making strict rules right now.” You swiped the wine glass right from Yoongi as you passed, his tongue robbed of its rich flavour. The look of disbelief on his face was priceless. “No alcohol for the kids.” You mumbled into the glass that was immediately emptied after a large gulp.

Jin followed you into the kitchen with the dirtied paper towels.  

“Thanks, Jin.” You smiled before placing all the dishes you held in your other hand in the sink.

After refilling the glass, it was in the middle of the walk back towards the couch when you froze mid stride. The only noise in your apartment came from the television, a faint vibration, and, you’re pretty sure it was the loudest sound, the beating of your heart.  

Taehyung stood in your doorway, Jungkook and Jimin snickering behind him, with your dildo vibrating vigorously in hand.

“Hey Y/N, what’s this doing under your bed?” Taehyung taunted while waving around the vibrating dildo.

Your face immediately flushed red as you leapt towards the blond in some sort of hope that if you took away the object then your embarrassment would wash away. Of course, that wouldn’t help because the cat was already out of the bag.

You were never ashamed of masturbating. It was completely normal and with the amount of times you accidentally walked in on Jungkook when you’d invited yourself over, it wasn’t all that foreign of a topic between you all over the years. But you felt overarching guilt as Taehyung wagged your favourite dildo out in the open. That was the toy you used to replicate your fantasies of Namjoon. It was all in your head but it was like Taehyung was exposing your feelings for Namjoon right in front of his face. It was out in the open but the man in question was completely oblivious to the hidden meaning behind it.

You hastily handed the wine glass over to Yoongi. Quickly, you stumbled between Jungkook and Jimin trying desperately to pass them to get where Taehyung retreated inside your room.

“Taehyung, I swear to – fuck!” You ended up tripping through the door frame. You were more than aware that it was with the help of Jungkook’s foot that your balance was thrown. All you could see when you fell was Hoseok cupping his cheek in what looked like momentary pain.

The scenario seemed rather mean spirited from an outside perspective, but it was a day to come sooner or later, you were sure. Each of the boys had gone through a time where they were embarrassed and that embarrassment was heightened by the rest of you teasing the victim relentlessly.  

Taehyung was the first victim because he was the biggest troublemaker of the bunch. The boys just started to hit puberty when Taehyung began to explore his desires with his pillow. He always held that pillow when he’d go to sleep, but then he thought of using it to appease his sexual appetite for the first time. He was dry humping the pillow when Hoseok and Namjoon walked in on him in the act. They wanted to grab some more pillows for the futon but were still unsure of where they were stored. The two told the rest of you guys about the incident and he had the nickname ‘pillow humper’ for the rest of sixth grade.

Everyone else had their fair share of embarrassing incidents except you. You somehow managed to sneak by until this moment. And oh god did you just want to disintegrate.  

“Did you come up with a name for it?” Taehyung bounced playfully on your bed before launching himself over your body and out to the living room.

You groaned from the sudden contact with the floor before shoving your way past Jungkook who remained in his spot, laughing uncontrollably as he watched Taehyung.  

You didn’t want to face the rest of the boys who were sitting wide eyed at the blond who continued his raid on your couch. He looked like a child. An image you wanted to immediately disassociate him with because of the flailing dildo he held.

“Kinda looks like a Taeyong wouldn’t you say?” Jungkook chimed in. Jimin found a spot in front of the TV, watching Taehyung and Jungkook pass the dildo back and forth over your head. It was a classic monkey in the middle situation.

“That was years ago!” You protested angrily, trying desperately to reach the toy.

It really was just for a minute. Taeyong looked really cute in this red shirt with a white collar and you couldn’t help but steal glances at him anytime he wore it.  

“I bet you she moans Namjoon’s name when she plays with this.” Taehyung’s laugh caused him to fumble with the dildo on the next throw.

You managed to smack the toy down from their line of play, but nothing could prepare you for what happened next.

Lord have mercy on your soul.

The toy flew in slow motion, from your perspective, and you could see exactly where it was going once it was hit. A bee-line to Namjoon’s face where the toy slapped against his cheek before landing on his lap, vibration still activated.

This honestly was the worst it could get.

There was a moment of silence that accentuated your embarrassment. You knew that the teasing was over when neither of the youngest two went to grab the toy. The situation left you speechless as you tried to casually walk over to Namjoon with a normal expression. You expected to just grab the thing and throw it back in your room, but when Namjoon held the object up to you with a grin you couldn’t stop the blood from rushing to your face.

“You know. It seems like a really good time to head home.” Yoongi coughed.

“Yeah I think it’s past Taehyung’s bedtime.” Jin yanked on Jimin’s shirt to make him rise.

Hoseok emerged from your room with a large welt on his face. He looked at the aftermath of the dildo incident with indifference. To him it wasn’t a big deal seeing one of your toys. He had his own collection to worry about.

“Come on shit brick we’ve got class tomorrow.” Yoongi tugged on Taehyung’s sweater as he rose from the couch.

This all happened so fast that by the time you took the dildo from Namjoon’s grasp the rest of the boys were already at the door.

“Y/N, you can keep the leftovers, Namjoon bought it all anyways.” Jin threw up a peace sign before leaving in a haste.  

Jimin waved goodbye but all you could respond with were pursed lips. Hoseok followed suit with another wave before disappearing into your apartment's hallway. It was almost like they were all leaving after a huge fight with their girlfriends. ‘Evacuate the premises because it’s about to get awkward!’ You could imagine Taehyung say.

Instead, the blond patted your shoulder twice before holding his hand in place with a mischievous grin. “It’s okay Y/N, we all masturbate.” His parting words. Words the great Shakespeare himself could only dream of putting in a play.  

That left you, Jungkook, and Namjoon, in dense silence. Namjoon’s content expression didn’t even falter. Did he not witness what you just experienced?

You whisked the dildo away to your bedroom and proceeded to shove it into your underwear drawer after powering it down, making a mental note to buy a locked box to put all your toys in.

“How’s about we watch a movie?” You emerged with a fresh look on your face as if to completely dismiss any tension.  

“I’m down” Jungkook responds nonchalantly as he makes his way to the kitchen. “But I need a few drinks.”

*  *  *

Jungkook definitely had more than a few drinks.  

You’re not sure why he thought it was a good idea to drink so much before going to bed. Especially when he had a lab in the morning. But there he was laying lifeless on your long couch, completely sprawled out with no inclination of being alive save the faint rise and fall of his chest. He did have a tendency to drink a lot when he was nervous so you found it safe to assume that’s why he knocked himself out with liquor. He was definitely going to pay you back for all those empty cans though.

Namjoon and yourself sat on the loveseat couch both intensely watching the movie that you both express as being “shitty and uninspiring”. Neither of you wanted to turn it off though. The fact that it was just you and Namjoon in the room, you excluded Jungkook for not just his unconscious state but because of your personal vendetta against the boy now, it made everything much more on edge.

You could feel Namjoon’s gaze on you every so often throughout the movie and you tried to be discreet with your own glances back.  

Once the credits started to roll you immediately got up.

“Well it’s probably a good time to go to bed now.” Your voice was obviously uncomfortable but you tried your best to remain calm.

“Sounds good. I’ll see you in the morning.” Namjoon smiled sweetly to you. It made your heart melt with how casual he was being. There was no sense of tension or nervousness that he emitted. It looked almost unnatural to see him so pacific.  

You quickly walked to your room, taking one last glance behind you to see Namjoon try his best to get comfy on the small loveseat. Even though he had claimed the larger sofa at the beginning of the night, he looked fine taking the smaller couch, given the circumstance. You almost felt like Jungkook drank on purpose to have an excuse as to why he stole the larger sofa come morning.

You closed the door behind you and began to frantically pace in your bedroom. You felt the nerves in your stomach become more distraught than before, as if the isolation gave your emotions the green light to attack your body.  

You could do it right now. Get it over with. Maybe it would work out. It won’t be that bad. But what if you get rejected? It could be humiliating! You don’t want to make a fool of yourself, do you? But look at him out there. He’s too good for you. No. Just do it!

Your stream of consciousness was relentless and you weren’t sure if you had been pacing for a few seconds or a few minutes. You changed into your pajamas, a baggy t-shirt and some comfy shorts, before crawling into bed. You sat there silently, your mind drawing a blank.  

Your eyes looked to the door and it was as if it was yelling at you to quit hiding your feelings and just throw away any doubt. You had another mental banter. You smacked your head a couple of times in frustration before relaxing in defeat.

You will do it.

“Hey Joon,” Namjoon lifted his head after hearing your soft voice, “Did you want to um... Come sleep in my bed?” It took you forever to mumble the words. It was barely audible but with the silence inside your apartment Namjoon could hear you clearly.

He looked shocked. He didn’t expect to see you until morning, let alone hear you inviting him into your cave. He didn’t want to hesitate because it might cause him to lose you, but the shock was overwhelming.

“It’s just an offer though! I just thought it’d be really uncomfortable to sleep on that small couch. You don’t have to!” You wanted to kick yourself.

Before you could physically retract your offer, Namjoon slowly rose off the sofa. “That’d be really nice.” His smile was as comforting as ever, causing you to immediately relax under his tone. Something about this man made you incredibly nervous but he also made it so easy to be comfortable.

He sauntered over to your room with his hands in his pockets. You guided him forward and shimmied yourself back into bed on the left side by the window.

“Could you shut the light off?” Your tone was so tense again.

He obliged. You could hear his footsteps shuffling to find the right side of your bed and when you felt the large thud next to your figure you couldn’t help but giggle.

“It’s damn hard to see in the dark.” Namjoon groaned, obviously finding the bed unintentionally with his last step.

“Really? I thought you had built in night vision so you could see perfectly in a situation like this.” You ended up cackling at your remark but tried to stop yourself once you realized how ugly you sounded.

"No. Come on. I like hearing you laugh.” You could hear the smile on Namjoon’s face as you felt his hand ghost over your arm.  

Instantly the skin that felt Namjoon’s touch heated up. You bit your bottom lip to prevent a grin even if he wouldn’t be able to see it in the darkness. You wanted to sink into his warm embrace and sleep blissfully. Maybe even stay in bed all day tomorrow regardless of his meeting. It’d be like some sort of story where he was so in love with you that the outside world ceased to exist. That would definitely be a fairy tale. You mustn’t be very imaginative to think that’s what a fairy tale would entail. If this were a fairy tale then he would profess his undying love for you right now, or perhaps long ago. It was the perfect moment. Then you’d ride off into the night and leave all your duties and worries behind. Hell, even the six others wouldn’t be included unless they were your servants or quirky neighbours.

But,

This wasn’t a fairy tale. This was reality.

“Do you mind if I take my jeans off? They’re not all that comfy to sleep in.”

“Yeah, I mean, no of course.” You choked a little at the thought of Namjoon being in nothing but his underwear right beside you.

There was faint rustling, the sound of pants hitting the floor, and then the blankets lifted. You felt the warmth he emitted as soon as he was under. It was such a sweet and cozy feeling you started to question whether this night of sleep would come easy or hard. Of course, having Namjoon in the same bed as you was so exhilarating. You’ve never shared a bed with him before. Even when you were kids it was usually you and Yoongi who won precedence of the comfiest surface area during your group sleepovers. Mostly because Yoongi was the grumpiest of the bunch without proper sleeping conditions and you were able to fight for your position physically at the time.

It all felt so cliché. The boy you’ve had a crush on since middle school was actually laying with you in bed.  

Your eyes faltered and found the full moon shining brightly in a black abyss. You could never see the stars from your apartment, it was too bright in the city, but the moon was always a companion to you. There seemed to be some sort of mutuality between you two. Everyone always told you this fable about the man in the moon, but you always imagined the moon as a woman. She was a symbol that you projected your varying emotions onto. And although it seemed, logically, that you’d end up finding solace because of your own subconscious, you always believed that it was the moon who helped you.

You started searching the moon’s surface area for some sort of answer, but didn’t see or hear anything.  

Suddenly, you started to feel this warmth creep towards your right hand. You could sense his hand. Namjoon’s finger was lightly brushing against your pinkie. You reciprocated by moving your own hand closer, eliminating any space between. Your fingers slowly, and loosely, intertwined. Any ringing in your head silenced. All you could focus on was Namjoon’s breathing next to you.

You turned your head slowly to look at him, not expecting to see his face.  

Namjoon’s face was faintly glowing. Your eyes widened in awe at how flawless he looked. Examining every detail, you were like a person dehydrated, only able to survive by drinking in his image. His eyes were so soft. You wanted to lean over and kiss his lips that looked smooth as silk, but you felt comfortable just lying there.

You could tell this moment was monumental to your guys’ relationship. The way the moonlight shone directly on his faultless face, you knew this was going to be eternal. This was your answer. Your heart decided, in that moment, your love for him was immortal.

“Goodnight.”  

[themcuhasruinedme]

Sacrifice (The Flame Pt. 3)

[Summary]: You knew Tony in college for three years. And in those three years, you had such a crush on him. You’re not really sure if he ever knew, even though there were times when it seemed like he did. And after graduating, you both went your separate ways but you still had those feelings for him. Years later, he reenters your life in the craziest way. And what follows after, gives you so many new experiences in life.

[Pairing]: Tony x reader

A/N: This series has been inspired by my ‘Love Songs’ playlist on Spotify and real-life events that have happened to me (although a couple things are different. And each part will be based off a song or two from the playlist). This part drew inspiration from this song and this song

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 |

School seemed to be going rough for you for a bit since you found out why Tony never asked you out. Not that you were failing, but you felt like you had a gloom cloud hanging over your head constantly. Yet what was strange was the fact that Tony still wanted to be around you and have you hang out with him. And what made it worse? Was that you couldn’t really stay mad at him.

Within a few weeks after him telling you he had a girlfriend, everything seemed like it was back to normal between the two of you; sitting next to each other in class, hanging out by the tree while studying and even the flirting started back up! You wanted to question why seeing as how he was with someone but you also didn’t want to cause a riff in your friendship again.

As the the school year came to a close and the days became longer and warmer, you asked him if he was going to be in the next level of the class. He shrugged and said he’d have to think about it, while giving you a small smile. You gave him a playful shove.

“You can count on it,” he said and gave you a peck on the cheek. Your face turned cherry red and felt extremely hot. Ghosting your fingers over the spot his lips just touched, you smiled and buried your face in hands.

“So, what are you doing for summer break?” Tony asked as he tapped his pencil on the edge of his book.

You looked back up and placed your book in your lap. “Same thing as I do every year. My family and I go up to our lake house and spend the entire summer there. It’s quite fun actually. The only issues I really have is when my sister brings one of her boyfriends with and they complain about everything.” You paused and wrote down some notes. “But I do like that we can cut off everything and not be bothered for a few months. What are you gonna do?”

Tony shrugged. “I don’t know. Probably hang out at my aunts house for a bit cuz my cousins are gonna be visiting for about a month and I haven't seen them in so long. After that, I’ll probably hang out with some other friends.”

“Well, that sounds nice. My cousins rarely visit us, which sucks but it is what it is.”

As the bell rang for lunch to end, the two of you packed up your stuff, said bye and headed different directions to your next class. You couldn’t help but stare out the window and wonder if you should’ve asked Tony to come with. But you brushed the thought out of your head because you knew that your mother would never allow that. You asking if a guy friend could come with and her not knowing him? You already knew that that would spell disaster.

Summer came and went and as soon as school started back up, it seemed like you were already on Christmas Break. The last two years of school seemed to go the same way. And before you knew it, you both graduated.

And in those last two years, things between you and Tony went pretty smooth. Granted, there still was never a time that he asked you out or to be his girlfriend, but you never saw him with another girl afterwards. And since you thought it would be best not to ruin your friendship on something like that, you never brought up the situation or became pushy about why he never asked you out. The flirting went on non-stop between you two though. The spot under the oak tree had pretty much become “your spot” to hang out during lunch and when you two had free time to study.

And once graduation came, it was a moment to remember. Getting to wear a new dress that was different shades of greens and blues plus white, you were hoping to impress him a bit. And when you saw him in a suit, you almost fell and had to place your hand on the wall for support. As you walked over to him you smiled and waved your hand to get his attention which he noticed and smiled back. As you came closer to him, you inhaled the intoxicating scent of the cologne he was wearing, which made you weak in the knees. He then scrunched his face in approvement over your dress, looking you over and smirked.

“Well, you look absolutely stunning,” he said.

“And you don’t look so bad yourself,” you playfully teased. 

A little more small talk happened between the two of you and then it was time for the graduation ceremony to start. Sitting nervously in your chair, you kept playing with one spot on the end of your dress until a hand snaked it’s way in between your fingers. Tony quickly glanced over at you and gave a small smile. You gave him a half smile and you seemed to calm down a bit after that. He held your hand right up to the moment they called you up. And once you went through the line of shaking hands with the teachers and sat back down, you felt even better.

And after everything was all said and done, it was time to party. You hugged Tony and told him you were going to look for your parents. You pushed your way through the sea of people and managed to find them off to the side. Both of them had big beaming smiles on their faces and gave you the biggest hug possible.

“We’re so proud of you,” your mom said, tears coming to her eyes as she fixed your hair.

“Immensely proud.”

You thanked them both. “Oh, and there’s someone I want you to meet.” They both looked a little surprised but you waved it off. “Don’t worry. He’s just a friend.” Taking both of their hands, you meandered through the crowd and found Tony talking with his family.

“Tony. Tony!”

He turned around and smiled, excusing himself from his parents and walked over to you “Ah! [Y/N]. I was hoping to see you again.” 

Giving him a hug, you then cleared your throat. “Tony, I’d like you to meet my parents, Mr. and Mrs. [Y/L/N]. Mom, Dad, this is Tony. He was in one of my classes. We were study buddies and he helped me out quite a bit in class.”

“Nice to meet you,” your mom said, nodding with a smile.

Your dad put out his hand to Tony, who was hesitant for a second but then shook it. “It’s very nice to meet you, Tony. I trust that you were able to keep up with my girl? She’s quite the smart one.”

Tony gave a soft chuckle while you playfully nudged your dad. “Daaaad.”

“No, it’s fine [Y/N],” Tony said still smiling. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “I was. She’s a very smart girl. I had a great time getting to be in the same class as her.”

You smiled and looked down, placing some loose hair behind your ear. You tried not to show how pink your face turned.

“Well, it was very nice meeting you, Mr. and Mrs. [Y/L/N],” Tony said, letting go of you and shaking your parents hands again. Turning to you, he said, “And there’s a couple people I’d like you to meet too.”

“Oh, ok,” you said, a bit of surprise in your voice. You looked at your parents who smiled and nodded.

“Go on. We’ll see you at the house,” your mom said. She pulled you in for a hug and kissed your cheek and then you hugged your dad.

Tony half smiled, said goodnight to your parents again and took your hand, pushing his way back through the crowd to his family.

“Mom, dad, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.” They turned around and smiled at you. “[Y/N], this is my mom and dad, Mr. and Mrs. Stark.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” you said nervously as you shook hands with his parents.

“We’ve heard so much about you. And you’re just as pretty as Tony described you,” Mrs. Stark said. You smiled and you could feel your cheeks burn hot from blushing so hard.

Having a hour of small talk happen with Tony and his parents, you checked your phone and realized it was getting late. You said your goodbyes to Tony’s parents and he walked you outside to your car.

“It was really great knowing you Tony. I had a really good time in class with you.”

“Same here,” he said and he placed a hand on each side of you, leaning in to kiss you. You hesitated as his lips ghosted over yours and you felt your breath hitch in your throat.

Before anything could happen, you pulled away. “I... I really have.. to get going,” you stuttered as you put your hand in your purse and fumbled around for your keys. When you looked up after finding them, Tony’s nose was centimeters from yours. Your eyes darted from his eyes, to his lips then back to his eyes. “I really do, Tony. I have to get going.”

He pulled his hands off your car so you could open the door. He closed it once you were in and you rolled down the window when you started the car.

“Maybe I’ll see you around some time?” he asked. “I’ll be living with my aunt for a bit and she lives just down the street from here.”

You shrugged. “Maybe. My parents live around here too so there’s a chance we might run into each other. We’ll just have to see.” You quickly kissed him on the cheek and started pulling away, rolling up your window as well so he couldn’t have time to react.

You laughed a bit as you drove away and he laughed as well as he jogged after your car for a second. He stood there in the middle of the parking lot and wondered if he’d ever really see you again. Going to his car, he sat inside for a few minutes and pondered over the feelings he sort of had for you.

As another summer was coming to an end, you were starting to feel the pressure of college debt creeping in and the hopes that it would all be paid off quickly were coming to a halt. So instead of being able to find a small apartment to start your own life to live, you had to move back in with your parents for the time being. Along with having to have your mom’s aging parents move into the house as well.

Everything seemed to start off ok. But you quickly learned how exhausting it was with your grandparents and how things REALLY were with them. Your grandmother would always get into arguments over stupid things with your mother and there wold be a lot of yelling going on. And unfortunately your grandfather was starting to get Alzheimer’s from a stroke he had several years ago.

Your life at home had pretty much turned upside down. But this was just the beginning. Things were going to get even worse.

[julianmakesmydickhard]

uncomfortably deep and personal questions

questions here

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01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

thankfully, me and my mom are super close.... we don’t talk about my dad tho

02: Who’s the last person you said “i love you” too?

man, i tell everyone that i love them. i truly love everyone that shows even the slightest bit of kindness towards me

03: Do you regret anything?

yes,

04: Are you insecure?

oh yea. part of it is my introverted, soft spoken personality, and part of it is just how negatively i see myself oop

05: What is your relationship status?

single, unfortunately lol

06: How do you want to die?

painlessly. the pain that comes with death is what scares me the most i think

07: When did you last eat?

lunch!! i had a bomb ass colombian dish,, man do my people know how cook good food

08: Played any sports?

does show choir count?? aggressive dancing with aggressive singing??

09: Do you bite your nails?

nope

10: When was your last physical fight?

i know i say that i want to slap people sometimes, but i’ve never actually done it

11: Do you like someone?

y’all, im always attracted to someone sksksk

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

yup

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

yes, but we don’t talk about him

14: Do you miss someone?

oh god yes...

15: Have any pets?

yes!! i have one lil doggie

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

i’m very tired lol. it’s like 11pm which is v late for me since i have 7am classes

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

nope, bathrooms are gross

18: Are you scared of spiders?

yes, have you seen them??

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

yes, imagine all the things you could change or prevent

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

honestly, it’s been a while, i don’t really remember

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

i’m gonna go see a play that one of my friends is starring in on saturday and then i’m gonna celebrate my birthday with my doggo on sunday

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

ahh, this is such a difficult question. i want to give my kids the childhood that i never got. but what happens if by some circumstance, i give them the childhood i had, and negatively impact their life through it?

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

i just have my ears pierced

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

english and art! math and science are my worst. i guess i function best when i’m able to use the creative and imaginative side of me whereas i fail when logic and reason come into play

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

yes yes yes and yes

26: What are you craving right now?

blueberries

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

no, never

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

yes

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

no. unless something changed in their heart and they, for some reason, felt bad for treating me so badly, and decided to weep, no

30: What’s irritating you right now?

so many things ahhh,, why do i have to be so introverted? why am i so deperate to find love, when it keeps biting me in the butt?.why can’t i make friends as easily as other people?

31: Does somebody love you?

honestly, i don’t think anyone does, maybe only my mother?

32: What is your favourite color?

auburn

33: Do you have trust issues?

oh god i wish i did. i wish i was able to keep people at a distance. i let people in and basically ask them to use my secrets, my insecurities, my whatever, to break me. and then the cycle goes on and on

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

i dreamt about me meeting billie eilish a couple of days ago. it was v nice

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

i don’t know lol, there’s not a lot of people around to see me cry i guess

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

yea, it’s not good i know

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

forgive

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

no, but it’s definitely not the worst, and i’m thankful for that

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

i don’t remember, but i do know that i was v late to the game

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

god no

51: Favourite food?

colombian food, thai food, japanese food

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

i want to believe this, but sometimes shitty things happen and i’m like wow, there’s literally no benefit or reason to why this happened except to make me feel like shit

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

kissed my doggo goodnight

54: Is cheating ever okay?

if you’re my friend, i’m just gonna say that even if you’ve cheated on someone before, i don’t see you as less of a person or a friend. people make mistakes, and it’s also part of who i am: someone who tried to look past the bad and see the good, ahhh i don’t know how to explain this the right way but i hope you understand my pov. anyways, i’ve been cheated on before and it sucked balls. so no, i don’t think it’s ever ok in a relationship. but i also don’t think that it’s something that should affect your friendship with someone. i think cheating is something that needs to be dealt with among the cheater and the cheated and shouldn’t bleed into your friendship with a random, uninvolved person. but you can totally disagree with me and that’s fine!! everyone is subject to their own opinion based on their own experiences and personalities etc.

55: Are you mean?

i don’t think so!! but then again, i can’t really be the judge of that lol. i try my hardest to be the friend that i’ve always wanted, if that makes sense. i try to be kind, and supportive, and positive, and there for them, etc.

56: How many people have you fist fought?

no one, ive never gotten into a physical fight

57: Do you believe in true love?

it’s not that i believe in true love, it’s that i hope and pray for it. i hope that one day i’ll find it

58: Favourite weather?

cold, cloudy, people walking around in big, fluffy jackets and scarves

59: Do you like the snow?

yes! i saw snow for the first time in my life a couple of weeks ago!

60: Do you wanna get married?

ahhhh,, my parents set a really bad example for good marriage. my parents’ marriage taught me that men can change over time. and that once they’re safe in the bounds of marriage, theyll stop their act, get tired of you, and act like a totally new person. and that... scares me. i don’t want a husband like my dad and i’m so afraid that the same situation will happen to me

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

yes, names like baby, sweetheart, love, honey etc. make my heart weak

62: What makes you happy?

real friends, tight hugs, platonic cuddling, romantic cuddling, acts of service, uplifting words, hand holding, forehead kisses, soft intimacy, need i go on?

63: Would you change your name?

i wold ditch my last name.. can you guess why? i’d love if my middle name became my last name, legally

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

romantically? yea

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

nothing, cuz that kind of stuff doesn’t happen to me

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

no. i try my hardest to only let my friends see the happy side of me. i don’t like burdening them with all the bad emotions i sometimes feel. my complete self would be if i shared ALL of my emotions, the bad as well as the good. but i think it’s better this way, they would most definitely get annoyed after a little bit of time

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

probably my friend tino

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

i don’t remember,, it’s been a long time since i’ve actually talks about truly deep subjects with someone personally,,

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

i want to believe it. i want to believe that i’ll one day find the person of my dreams. the person that fits so perfectly with me and is just so perfect ahhh

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

i don’t know, i’m selfish when it comes to dying. death scares me

[hazyheel]

Monday Night Raw  3/4/19 Review

We started the night with Roman Reigns coming out to a huge reception, and it still makes me happy to see that everyone is cheering him. He talks about how he needs to take his yard back, and he brings out Seth Rollins. The two talk about how they have inspired each other. Rollins said that he understood Reign’s feeling, losing a title without being pinned. Rollins offered him the Wrestlemania match, but Reigns declined it. Reigns then also said that he wanted to get the Shield back together, but Rollins was apprehensive. Reigns said that life was short, and they didn’t know how much time they had left, so they had to get back together. Rollins agreed, and they called Dean Ambrose out. Dean came out, but before he could say anything, Elias attacked him with a guitar and ran away. Ambrose was then too pissed to really reunite with his brothers, and walked to the past.

Grade: C-. It was a tough pill to swallow when I realized that this promo wasn’t as good as I had hoped. Considering that the Shield only broke up five months ago, and Ambrose’s heel turn totally flopped, I am not nearly as excited for the return of the Shield as I should be. Plus, the dialogue was a bit contrived and corny, so I wasn’t really feeling this. Still, one last ride for the Shield will be fun, and I like that Roman is back, so I will cut it a bit of slack.

Backstage, Charly interviewed Heel Inc. (Drew McIntyre, Baron Corbin and Bobby Lashey) and they said that they want a six man tag against Finn Balor, Brawn Strowman and Kurt Angle.

And that was our next match. There was a cool spot after we came back from a commercial, where Balor dove for a tag, but Corbin reversed it into a Deep Six. Angle got a hot tag, and he delivered a triad of German suplexes to McIntyre. Angle botched a rollthrough on a rollup, but still managed to lock in the ankle lock. After we got back from one of the many commercials during the match, Strowman nailed Corbin with a running powerslam, followed by a Coup de Gras for a near fall, broken up by Rush. In retaliation, Strowman rammed Rush through the barricade, taking him out of the match. Lashley then hit Balor with the spear for the win. After the match, the heels continued their assault on the  face team, particularly Kurt Angle. McIntyre nailed Balor with a claymore, and then a double chokeslam into the steps from the others.

Grade C+. Not a bad match, but a bit boring. It definitely was hurt by the odd amount of commercials during the match. But, the closing sequence was exciting, and now we have a logical setup for a rematch between Bobby Lashley and Finn Balor. That will probably be at Wrestlemania, so hopefully they can work on their match. It has potential, but Lashley has yet to have a standout match since he returned. This could be his big break.

Backstage, Charly interviewed Heavy Machinery about how they rubbed the Ascension the wrong way. After cringy backstage footage of them, Otis said that their words hurt his feelings (funny) and they challenged the Ascension to a match.

Next out was Natalya who took on Ruby Riott (jobber entrance). The match was quick, with Natalya locking in a sharpshooter before rolling up Riott for the win. Immediately following the match, Lacy Evans did a catwalk. Her new nickname is the sassy southern belle. Natalya looked just as confused as we are.

Grade: D. Action was surprisingly good for a short match, but it doesn’t seem to do much other than bury Riott. And Evans is still being misused, so I didn’t care about this segment.

Backstage, Michael Che and Colin Jost showed up. Apparently they are gonna be at Wrestlemania. It is clear that WWE wrote this “comedy” cuz those two are way funnier than the stupid segment that just transpired. Although Colin got some heat for wearing a New York baseball cap.

There was then a promo from Triple H, who talked about how Batista betrayed Ric Flair and himself when he attacked last week. He also kinda broke character, saying that he felt bad for Richard Flehr. He made a joke about how Flair has been married several times while talking about their friendship. Trips then ran down Batista for quitting wrestling and complaining about not getting what he wanted. Triple H then said that he will always be waiting for Batista, and told him to have some balls and confront Triple H about their problems. He then said that when they fight, it won’t be about characters, it’ll be about a man who is pissed.

Grade: B. It was a very good promo. Could’ve been in the A-range, but I really wasn’t a fan of the way he broke the fourth wall. These stories will never feel real, so I don’t like how they are trying to make it that way. I’m not into those types of stories. But this rivalry is heating up, and it is quite entertaining.

After a quick recap of the Ronda Rousey situation from last week, Stephanie told Charly that they were going to listen to Rousey, and that they were lifting the charges on Becky. Steph then booked the match at Fastlane between Charlotte Flair and Becky Lynch for the vacant Raw Women’s Championship. But they also said that Lynch had to sign a contract that said she can’t sue the company for any injuries she sustains during that match. I like that they actually let Ronda vacate the title, which is very interesting. I don’t know how the match at Fastlane will go, and I am looking forward to it. After a commercial, we saw Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns talking about what happened earlier in the night, but Ambrose didn’t want anything to do with Reigns.

Then there was a gauntlet match, with Heavy Machinery running the gauntlet. They started against the B-Team, and beat them quickly. Then, they took on the Ascension, whom they beat with a big splash after a bit of a struggle. Then it was Zack Ryder and Kurt Hawkins, and Otis hit a cool pop up power slam, and then a caterpillar for the win.

Grade: C-. Match was kinda bland, and it didn’t have any purpose, but at least Heavy Machinery are doing something. They aren’t perfect, but they are something.

Once again, we had Colin Jost and Michael Che are talking about their jobs as corespondents backstage. They interacted with EC3, kinda. They just called him weird. And then Titus O’Neil asked Colin to take a picture of him and Che, but totally dissed Jost. Che then was about to party with No Way Jose, but Jost stopped him. Pretty funny actually. They aired a video package of Torrie Wilson, who is being inducted into the hall of fame. And Charly talked to Charlotte Flair backstage about how Becky Lynch may not sign the contract, but Flair said that Lynch will sign, and Flair will win. Another backstage interaction between Seth Rollins and Dean Ambrose, and Ambrose refuses to rejoin the Shield.

Finally, we went back to the ring, for an Elias concert. He got mega heat for just destroying the Philly crowd. Ambrose then came out for his match. Fairly lackluster match, came to a finish when Elias countered Ambrose’s elbow drop with a knee, and then hit the Drift away for the win. After the match, Rollins and Reigns tried to convince him again, but Ambrose walked away. Heel inc. then showed up, and told them that their reunion has failed. But when the heels attacked Rollins and Reigns, Ambrose protected them and they all put their fists in the middle to reunite.

Grade: B-. Subpar match, with a fun ending segment. The Shield reuniting was actually a lot more exciting than I thought. And I am looking forward to the match that was booked for Fastlane. It will be Lashley, Corbin and McIntyre vs. The Shield at Fastlane. Should be fun, and hopefully that will end the very odd and ongoing feud. They are also acknowledging on air that Ambrose is leaving, with Renee saying that he will move onto greener pastures, while Corey says that he is in the WWE, there are no greener pastures and he has no plans.

Next was a match between Sasha Banks and Tamina, with their tag partners at ringside. Nia Jax interfered, pulling Tamina out of the ring. Bayley tried to even the odds, but was whipped into the barricade. Sasha then took out Nia with a meteora, but ate a superkick getting back in the ring and lost.

Grade D-. Bad match, simple as that.

Jost and Che are backstage, and Jost is terrified of everyone. He comes face to face with Brawn Strowman. Strowman steals his New York hat, and gets a pop. Jost tries to small talk him, before asking if wrestling is real. Strowman then lifts him up the wall by his neck. They cut to commercial, and came back with other people trying to get Braun off of Colin. Kinda funny.

Next was the Raw Tag Team Championship match, pitting The Revival against Ricochet and Aleister Black. The Revival got a jobber entrance, which is a travesty. I haven’t seen their entrance since they won the belts. The match started out at a high speed. It didn’t take long for Bobby Roode and Chad Gable to come down to ringside. Black was able to make an awesome comeback using his knee strikes. Ricochet was in control, but when he threw Dawson out of the ring, Gable and Roode attacked Dawson and caused a DQ. Gable and Roode then confronted Ricochet and Black, but the faces got the better of the exchange.

Grade: C. Very short, but good action. A good use of a non finish, but now the champions seem to be being phased out of their own championship storyline to emphasize how new Ricochet and Black are. A difficult situation to work with, but its their own fault that they are in this situation.

In the main event, Steph came down to the ring, holding the Raw Women’s Championship like it is hers. That was annoying as a smarky fan. Charlotte stirred the pot a bit by encouraging Steph to just give Flair the belt. Lynch and Flair hurled insults at each other, and Lynch signed the papers. Thats when Ronda Rousey showed up, and marched to the ring. Another weird commercial, and Ronda just kinda complained about “losing” her championship. Steph changed the Fastlane match stipulation so that if Lynch wins, she gets added to the Wrestlemania match. Rousey then turned heel, saying that the fans didn’t appreciate her. Rousey basically just said “fuck this” to the whole situation, and attacked both Flair and Lynch. She beat the crap out of Lynch, and injured her arm. Backstage, Steph just put over Rousey.

Grade: B+. I disagree with the stipulation of the match that was booked, I personally thought that it should be a #1 contenders match, and I’d have had it come to a draw. But the rest of this was pretty good. They cleaned up the story a bit, and even turned Rousey heel. I think it was a tad early in the story for that, but it’ll work. So, we will have several entertaining matches in the coming weeks, and this was an intense segment. Definitely the highlight of the night.

Overall Grade: C-

Pros: Triple H promo, Shield Reunion, Rousey Heel Turn,

Cons: weird commercials, Natalya vs. Riott, Banks vs. Tamina, Tag Team championship match.