#how to ask someone out or what to do when your partner's being an asshat

[robotsprinkles]

how is it that I've had three people ask me for relationship advice/advice about friends' relationships?

I'm aroace. I've never been in a relationship and have no desire to be in one . and I'd be a terrible partner even if I wasn't aroace (because. like. come on. it's me)

(and yes they all know/knew I'm aroace so I don't know why they thought I was the person to ask)

[mysterious-ocarina]

Multi-Bitch

Chuuya Nakahara x reader

A/N my longest fic yet, I just couldn't stop writing. I love him so muuuuch. Fun fact, I only started the show because I saw a random edit of him and dazai and decided I needed a piece of that. also just got caught up on the manga and boy oh boy such a good story!!!

please give me recommendations for books to use as abilities or just abilities in general for bsd content

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(3.7k words)

“You have got to be kidding me,” you groaned. “Out of all the Port Mafia members that you could have paired me with, why did it have to be him?”

Ranpo was sitting in front of you, happily enjoying his bag of chips. You were tempted to grab the bag from his hands but you were too nice of a person to do it.

“Because, you guys would be a good combative match,” he informed you, mouth full of food. “I already know where you two need to go and what to look for. The mission shouldn’t take long, even for idiots like you guys.”

You would have strangled Ranpo’s scrawny neck if Kunikida hadn’t stepped in. “Look, I know you don’t like working with the Port Mafia, much less him, but it needs to be done.”

Kunikida’s right. There was someone out there killing people without leaving any trace of being there.

“And we’re sure that this is an ability user and not something that the police can handle?” you asked. For all you know, it could just be a very thorough criminal. You were going to try anything to not do this mission, not that it will work.

“Am I ever wrong? Nope, so best run along,” Ranpo waved at you with a giggle.

You sighed before grabbing your stuff at your desk. You made your way to the cafe downstairs, waiting for your partner to arrive.

“Well, if it isn’t Multi-Bitch. Didn’t know you would be my partner for this,” the one and only Chuuya Nakahara voiced behind you.

“Keep calling me that and I’ll spill my coffee on you, it’s still hot,” you replied, refusing to turn around and acknowledge him. 

Chuuya took a seat next to you, “Do you know where we are supposed to go? I want to get this over with so I can get away from you faster.”

Being as professional as you could, you handed him a piece of paper with the address on it. “The ability user should be in this inn. We need to stake it out, and figure out which guest is the next target, then prevent anything from happening.”

“I don’t understand,” he replied.

“Of course you don’t. I wouldn’t expect someone as hot-headed as you to understand strategy,” you easily retorted back.

Fuming, getting close to your face, “I understand strategy, just not this one. How are we supposed to figure out who the next victim is?”

Pushing his face away from you with your finger, you coolly answer him, “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe we’ll find out the next victim when we watch a suspicious person trying to break into another person’s room. God, you are so incredibly dense.”

“You know, one day you’re going to get what’s coming for you. I would love to beat you in a fight,” Chuuya replied, red in the face with anger.

“Can’t wait,” you shrugged, getting up from your seat. “As exhilarating a fight with you might be, I think we both know which of us would end up the victor.”

“We can test that out right now,” Chuuya replied, grabbing your arm and pulling you into him.

You didn’t have a reply as you stared up at him. The hand on your arm felt like it was burning and there was some unknown feeling buzzing between the two of you. You opened your mouth to offer a mean retort but nothing came out.

“Let go of me, asshat,” you replied, instead. Seething, you ripped your arm from his grasp and made your way outside the cafe to get this mission started.

You didn’t dare look back to the man behind you, but you heard as he sighed and followed you out the doors.

Chuuya hopped onto his motorcycle. You tried to not focus on the way his hands gripped the handlebars and the way his thighs looked, straddling the machine. You hopped on too and wiped your hands on your pants, a nervous habit.

“Grab on to me tight, princess. Wouldn’t want you to fall off,” he paused, turning his face to look at you. “Actually, in that case, nevermind.”

“Oh, fuck off,” you barked, wrapping your hands around his waist. You could feel his stomach clench as he laughed at you.

The entire ride to the inn, you thought about the man in front of you. Sure, he pissed you off to no end, but that didn’t mean you were blind. He was certainly attractive, especially with the confidence he carried himself with. If you were to see him on the street, without knowing him, you would have thought he was your type.

That didn’t seem to matter though because he seemed to make it his life mission to piss you off. He antagonized you more than Dazai antagonized him, which was saying a lot. You two have never had any combat fights thankfully, ‘cause his ability could definitely overpower yours if he wanted to.

“We’re here,” he announced, parking his motorcycle. You let go of his waist and stretched your legs.

Chuuya stood, leaning against his bike, “How long do we have to wait?”

“I don’t think too long. All of the murders happen around this time so if we go by that information, they’ll be here within an hour,” you replied.

The both of you sat in tense silence, as you watched the inn for anything suspicious. Finally, you broke the silence, “Lemme ask you something.”

“Go ahead,” Chuuya waved his hand at you, clearly bored.

“Why are you so hostile to me? It can’t possibly be just ‘cause I’m in the agency,” you asked. You always wondered why the two of you had the kind of relationship you had. Most of the mafia and agency were pretty much indifferent to each other. The only serious discourse was between Atsushi and Akutagawa as well as Chuuya and Dazai. Then there's you and Chuuya, which doesn’t really feel like hate but it certainly does not feel warm and fuzzy.

“You’re so easy to bother, it’s funny to me,” he paused, as if he wanted to continue but chose not to elaborate.

“You hate me, just because it’s easy to,” you seethed, stepping up to him.

“Woah, woah. I never said I hated you, I just like to piss you off. You’re the one that hates me,” he defended himself, pointing a finger at you.

“I never said I hated you either,” you replied back. You grabbed his finger from in front of you, twisting it back until he yelled.

“You fucking Multi-Bitch. What the hell is wrong with you? How are you going to say you don’t hate me and then hurt me right after?” Chuuya seethed, holding his finger in front of his chest.

“Maybe because I just like to piss you off,” you mocked his earlier statement. “And quit calling me that.”

He got incredibly close to your face again. So close, you could feel his breath on your face. That unspoken tension buzzed between you again. You leaned forward, thinking about indulging in a fantasy you tried to bury deep within yourself. Chuuya seemed to stop breathing as you both stood there, sharing your breaths. Before either of you could do something unspeakable, Chuuya glanced behind you.

“Shit, look,” he grabbed you, pulling you behind a nearby car in the parking lot.

Facing away from him, red dusting your cheeks, you saw what he was talking about. A person walked to each window, looking through until they reached a room with occupants in it. Without touching the door, they opened it and walked inside.

As soon as you heard screaming, the two of you burst into action making your way to the room. You tried the door knob but it was locked.

“Chuuya,” you notified, before stepping back and pointing at the doorknob. He kicked the door down, startling the intruder.

Entering the room, you saw a woman and a small boy, presumably the people staying in this room, cowering in the corner of the room. Then you took in the man who was wearing a mask covering the bottom half of his face. This man, stood between you and the victims, arm outstretched towards a dagger floating in the air in front of him.

He turned to face you, pulling his face mask down. A crazed smile plastered on his face, “What do we have here?”

His voice sent shivers of disgust through you but you’ve dealt with worse so you steeled yourself.

Chuuya, without hesitation, replied, “Two people who are going to kick your ass.”

You sighed, annoyed, “Dude, there’s literally a child right there.”

He shrugged, as if to say oh well.

“Do you want to know why I was able to kill so many people without a trace of evidence?” the man asked, stepping away from the family and closer to you.

“Not really, but I bet you’ll tell us anyway,” you rolled your eyes, looking like the definition of nonchalant. In the corner of your eye, you saw Chuuya smirk at your attitude.

The man stepped closer to you. As uncomfortable as his proximity made you, each step further away from the victims was a small victory for you.

“Using my ability, I don’t have to touch anything. No fingerprints on the door, nor the blade I use. You would be surprised how easy it is to evade getting caught by only simply not leaving fingerprints,” the man rambled. 

You and Chuuya shared a look. A telekinetic ability user shouldn’t be too hard for the two of you but you need to get the victims out of harm's way as soon as possible.

“You know, most people would use their telekinesis to get the tv remote when they're lying down. I guess most people aren’t psychotic like you,” you smirked.

Before the man could reply, Chuuya ran at the man, aiming a kick to his stomach. Knowing that Chuuya can handle a decent fight, you used his distraction to get to the woman and boy.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you out of here,” you whispered. You wiped a tear from the boy’s face and gave him a soft, comforting smile. You grabbed his hand and gave the woman a smile too. Once the woman and child were outside and safe, you made your way back into the motel room.

The man had straddled Chuuya and had his dagger dangerously close to Chuuya’s neck. Coming up behind the man, you wrapped your legs around him before flipping him over behind you. While he was disoriented, you grabbed Chuuya’s hand, helping him up.

“I had that,” Chuuya complained, dusting scuff marks off his pants.

“Sure you did,” you rolled your eyes, sticking your tongue out at him.

Before Chuuya could retort, the man got up. Both you and Chuuya got ready for more fighting.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” you questioned, holding your hand out.

“I think so, princess,” Chuuya replied, grabbing your hand tightly in his.

You let your ability loose, watching as multiple exact copies of yourself and Chuuya materialized around the room. Chuuya had you and your copies lightly hovering over the man, towering over him.

“Over here,” you giggled, your voice echoing from all directions of the room from each copy of you.

You watched the man look around his surroundings wildly, not knowing which copy was the real one.

“I may not be able to hurt you because of your ability, boy,” the man seethed. “But I can certainly harm your lady friend.”

Before either of you could move, you watched as the man controlled his dagger, making it fly through the air into each of your copies, too fast to dodge.  One by one, each of your copies dematerialized as they were hit with his flying dagger, until eventually you felt a sharp pain right below your stomach. 

Letting go of Chuuya’s hand to hold your stomach, you fell to the ground.

“Stupid bitch, you really thought you could beat me. I must take your lives in place of the two you guys saved,” the man chuckled.

You looked down at your hands on your stomach, gagging at the amount of blood covering them. Not able to think straight, you weren’t entirely too sure what happened but you could see a blur of a fight until Chuuya was straddling the man.

You couldn’t move, and it was then when you realized why there was no sign of struggle in any of the victims. There was a paralytic chemical laced on the blade. You coughed up blood, alerting Chuuya.

“Shit, it’s gonna be fine, princess,” Chuuya panicked. He crawled towards you, reaching for your stomach. You grabbed his hand the best you could in your state.

“Chu-” you coughed again, eyes becoming glassy. “Don’t touch it. There’s something on it that paralyzes his victims.”

“Well what the hell do I do then? We need to stop the bleeding, I’ll call the agency. That doctor girl of yours should be able to help, right?” Chuuya rattled. His anxiety was palpable but you felt eerily calm.

“L-look how bad I’m bleeding. They won’t get here in time,” you coughed again. You could taste the blood in your mouth. “Didn’t know getting stabbed in the stomach could be so bad.”

Chuuya sent out a quick text before giving you a half hearted chuckle, “Still sassy as ever with your own blood covering your front.”

“It’s my best quality,” you lightly boasted. You felt light-headed, “I’m tired, Chuuya.”

You let your head rest against the wall behind you.

“Oh no, princess. Don’t close your eyes,” Chuuya quickly instructed. He pushed some hair away from your blood soaked mouth. Voice cracking, “Who am I supposed to argue with, if you’re not here.”

“There’s always Dazai,” you chuckled, earning an eye roll in response. “I-I never hated you, Chuuya. Actually, I quite enjoy our light-hearted banter. It makes me feel like a normal person, not some gifted powerhouse, capable of murder.”

You never heard his response as you slipped into unconsciousness.

“Well if it isn’t Port Mafia Exec. Chuuya Nakahara. . . again,” Dazai commented. He had walked up to your infirmary bed, only to find Chuuya in the uncomfortable chair beside your bed. He had bags under his eyes.

Yosono was able to fix you up, considering how close to death you were, but you still hadn’t woken up a few days later. Chuuya had refused to leave your bedside, surprising not only himself but those of the agency.

“Shut it, asshole,” Chuuya replied, not in the mood to deal with his former partner.

“Why are you still here?” Dazai questioned, getting into Chuuya’s face. “Hoping she dies and you can bring information to the boss.”

“I don’t know why I’m here. I just know that I’m not leaving till she’s awake,” Chuuya replied in a hostile voice. His own feelings were confusing him.

“Aw, do you like our dear y/n?” Dazai teased.

“Do you need something, asshole?” Chuuya hastily replied, dodging the question.

“You’re as transparent as always. I know you well enough to know how you feel,” Dazai bragged about his intelligence.

Lacking a response, Chuuya just rolled his eyes with a groan. Taking pity on the poor man, Dazai dropped a bag of food on your bed in front of Chuuya.

“There’s food for you and her. I know you haven’t eaten and neither has she. She’ll probably wake up today,” Dazai waved his hands at Chuuya.

Ignoring the fact that Dazai was nice enough to get him food, he questioned, “How the hell do you know that?”

“‘Cause, I know everything,” Dazai boasted.

“God, I hate you,” Chuuya seethed. Dazai simply left the room, laughing as he went.

You opened your eyes, quickly shutting them as you were blinded by the bright lights. You could recognize the clean smell of the agency infirmary, meaning you were in fact alive. You could feel an IV hooked up to your arm and a heavy weight in your hand.

You groaned, trying to stretch your muscles but feeling too tired to be able to.

“Well, rise and shine, princess,” you heard a familiar rasp. You opened your eyes fully to see a tired looking Chuuya. “I have food for us to eat.”

“What the hell happened?” you questioned. With a groan, you tried to sit up. Chuuya placed his hands on your back to help you up. You welcomed the warmth of his body so close to you.

“Well, after y-you were. . . hurt, I was able to get Dazai and your doctor. She was able to fix you immediately but you’ve been asleep for a few days. She said that even though she fixed your injuries, the stress on your body would make you in need of rest,” Chuuya explained. He opened up the food bag and handed you a burger. His hand was shaking and you weren’t sure why.

“A few days?” you questioned, taking a bite of your burger, moaning at the delicious taste.

Chuuya hummed an affirmative, taking a bite of his burger. Neither of you said anything as you both sat and ate. You were still hungry after your burger and fries so Chuuya gave you the rest of his burger.

You cleared your throat, “Have you been here the whole time?”

“Yup,” Chuuya replied, refusing to look you in the eye.

“Chuuya~” you sang, teasingly. “Did you want to make sure that your favorite detective was going to stay alive?”

“Well it’s not hard to be my favorite detective when the rest of your colleagues are asswipes, especially a certain suicidal maniac,” Chuuya grunted, not denying anything, arms crossed against his chest.

“I’m honored to be your favorite,” you giggled. “I think you’re my favorite psycho mafia member.”

You watched as crimson covered his cheeks and ears before he turned to face you again, pouting, “Hey, I am not a psycho.”

You hummed, dubiously, “To be debated.”

“Whatever. God, you’re so annoying,” Chuuya replied, not able to hide the smile that was beginning to form on his face.

“Seriously, I’m glad you’re awake,” he nervously informed you, making crimson cover your face this time. “Did you mean what you said, about not hating me?”

“I meant it all,” you replied, confidently. Tired of hiding your feelings from yourself, you were going to be transparent. You grabbed his free hand, holding in yours.

Chuuya stared at your joined hands, seemingly in thought. Eventually he spoke up, “I was really worried about you. Especially because you were talking like you were going to die, which I knew I didn’t want to happen.”

Taking the initiative, you pulled Chuuya’s hand bringing him closer to you.

Face still red, he smirked at your boldness. He closed the distance until your faces were inches apart.

“Earlier, when we were in this position, I wanted to kiss you,” Chuuya whispered. So you weren’t the only one who felt the tension. Good to know.

“What stopped you?” you whispered back.

“Your annoying face,” Chuuya smirked, before closing the distance further.

You shouldn’t have expected any less from Chuuya but he kissed you with passion. It was not a soft and gentle kiss. It was like making out with the devil.

The butterflies in your stomach released with a moan coming out of your mouth. Chuuya smirked, pulling away. He gave you a soft second kiss before backing all the way up.

“Wow,” you said with a sigh. Chuuya gave you a smile. You wiped the smile off his face by saying, “No wonder you were single. Your kissing skills could use some work.”

“God, what is wrong with you?” he groaned. It was your turn to smirk now, which was soon replaced with a smile when he questioned, “Were single?”

“Well, of course. Do you expect me to share my mafia executive?” you asked. Chuuya gave you an eye roll.

“Then if my kissing skills could use some work, can I practice on you, Multi-bitch?” he laughed.

You grabbed the collar of his shirt, bringing him closer to you, “Only if you stop calling me that.”

“Never,” he replied, before swooping in to kiss you again.

BONUS

You were sitting at your ADA desk, finishing paperwork that you were behind on since your injury. You were simply minding your business but when Dazai is around, that doesn’t seem to matter.

“Soooo. . .” Dazai scooted his chair closer to you. “How are you feeling, Juliett?”

“You talking to me? Who the hell is Juliette?” you questioned the maniac in front of you.

“You know, like Romeo and Juliett,” Dazai easily answered. He had a wide smile on his face, making him look more sadistic than over.

You rolled your eyes, “I’m not committing suicide with you. Leave me alone.”

He scoffed at your answer, “First of all, I only ask pretty woman to commit suicide with me. That’s not what I meant. I was talking about you and that waste of space of my ex-partner. If you’re Juliett and he’s Romeo, then that makes the agency the Capulets and the mafia the Montagues. But that doesn’t make sense because I imagine the agency to be blue and the mafia to be red.”

You flicked his forehead, stopping him from continuing his stupid thought. You groaned, exasperated, “Shut the hell up.”

“I’m just saying. I knew you guys would be a perfect match from the start. I am the one who suggested you two for that mission,” Dazai boasted.

“And how the hell would you know we would be a match,” you sighed. You understood Chuuya’s exasperation when it came to the suicidal maniac.

“Because. I just know everything,” Dazai claimed. You got up to smack him in the face. He held his cheek with a pout.

When you sat back down, you saw your phone screen light up with a text message.

Can’t wait to see you later, princess.

You smiled, replying with a that makes one of us :)

[mrhaitch]

Hello Mr.Haitch!!

It’s been raining all day and honestly rains and me don’t get along😭 So aside from glaring outside my window at the gloomy sky, I bring you some questions—

1) Do you like doing chores? Is there a particular chore that you hate doing so much that you keep putting it off to tomorrow ? (Me personally , I hate folding/ironing my laundry)

2) What are your thoughts on women always being seen as someone who should be in charge of cooking and cleaning. (Recently I’ve been having this argument disguised as a debate with someone who insists that in order for a man to stay committed to his wife, the said wife needs to be this perfect woman who can cook, clean and look after his kids.) so my question is— Generally do men consider a woman not being able to cook, a deal breaker? (And don’t get me wrong. I’m not asking this in that weird “pro feminist, all men and society is trash” way. I actually believe in equal divide of work)

3) How is your approach towards making someone see reason without ending up in shouting matches (alas, I am someone with a lot of unresolved anger issues. And when triggered, I just feel like I cannot put my thoughts coherently, because I’m a mess at that point. Angry crying, and the works😭)

4) lastly, do you have any siblings? You give off oldest child energy to me.

Thank you in advance for entertaining my questions ^^

1. Like is a strong word - there are things that need doing so I do them. I definitely prefer sorting out the garden or washing up to putting away laundry (a task which takes hours in our house).

2. Please inform whoever you've been debating with they need to give their head a wobble. Men should not be looking for another woman to mother them, least of all in a relationship. If you're together - and especially if you're sharing a home - you share the load. You both live there, you both contribute to the mess/workload. I've seen and heard of men doing shitty things like only making their side of the bed, or doing their own laundry and leaving everything else to their partner, and its all pretty heinous and childish.

3. Plant your flag and stay with it, basically. Focus on what you're trying to communicate, and if you feel yourself getting flustered, then take a moment to gather yourself before you carry on. Having said that - if someone is being an irrational asshat that won't listen to reason, then leave them to it.

4. Three younger siblings: two sisters and a brother.

[honeymouthedtales]

sometimes in abo fics someone will hate their presentation and it's this huge character development plot where it (unfortunately, usually) comes from the bond or relationship with the other person in the ship. i've never, not once, taken it to heart (not even hm dh considering he did express a bit of relief and hope surrounding his situation).

but wow nothing makes me emo like iotol dh presenting as an omega. it's lost him a sister, a friend, his pride and dignity on some occasions. ugh, it's awful 😔

and i hope this doesn't come off as slutshaming (sorry if it does, not my intention) but i hate that he sleeps around. it doesn't come off as him just liking sex and casual participation in hookup culture, but rather a means so that his body doesn't punish him for not getting a knot. like wtf! and then you explained that he can't even find a regular heat partner because he runs the risk of getting his omega attached to a possible asshat who probably wouldn't introduce him to their parents and would probably use his love and attachments as tool.

like when is my boy gonna relax around someone and be dependent on them with all of himself without it being a risky move? but also i wonder, with how his life has played out since presenting, does he love/accept himself regardless of his struggles?

I'm not sure you're the first to raise this specific point but you definitely caught the root of the problem. What Donghyuck is doing is not healthy, and not because sleeping around is unhealthy, but because of his attitude towards it. Even if he convinces himself that he's doing nothing wrong, deep down he's punishing himself. Donghyuck was born in a very loving family and he definitely wants someone who cherishes him and treats him well, but he's afraid he won't ever be someone's first choice and so he doesn't even try. And sleeping around helps him physically but not mentally, mentally he feels like shit about it. He just wants to date and cuddle all the time.

As for accepting himself, I'll tell you what I told the little blossom two asks ago. Rationally, he wants to accept himself. When he talks about himself and what he does he's always very defensive, saying things like "I'm not doing anything wrong" because like I said he was raised in a family that loved him a lot and they taught him to respect himself. But sometimes he just slips and reveals that subconsciously he has very negative feelings towards himself.

His relationship with Mark is not the root of these issues, but since he lost it during a very traumatic moment it's like he couldn't find his strongest pillar when he most needed it. In the same way, Mark cannot heal him with his presence only, but he can definitely support him because he still needs it.

His sister is a problem too, because like I say his family always supported him, but his sister is also family so the way she shuns him is just a further confirmation of the negative thoughts he has. It doesn't really matter that rationally he doesn't want to be influenced by her, he still is.

When writing this fic, I just wanted to explore... idk, how sometimes things that normally wouldn't shake us, just because they happen at the wrong moment, right when we're feeling bad, they can become as heavy as boulders and change our entire personality. If you think about it rationally, getting a second gender is not such a pivotal moment, everyone has to go through it, right? At the same time fighting with your family or your best friend is also not such a defining moment in life. It's something that can happen many times. But why did they become a pivotal moment in dh's life? Everything happened at once and he felt that there was a fracture between now and before. And he couldn't go back. I think I took inspiration from things that happened in my life and caused me to change a lot, because when I think back I rationally realize none of those things were an insurmountable obstacle, but for me they became one.

I think the answer became a little too heavy, but this is why I get a little sad when people in the past dh was overreacting, because as someone who had depression I know everything becomes too hard when you feel that bad, and even if I never acknowledged it before the dh who was writing those emails to mk in ch 2-3-4 does talk like someone who is a bit depressed, so for me his actions make total sense. And to go back to the sleeping around part, it is definitely unhealthy, but this is the way he has found to cope and trick himself into thinking everything is alright. Sleeping around gives him control. He doesn't like it, but he can control it. And he can control his body as well through it. So even if it makes him feel shitty it helps him trick his thoughts into being less shitty, if it makes sense?

I'm sorry, this went too deep. I just want him to get better as well ;;

[maranull]

We already know how Ranni does it (indirectly) but how do the rest of the ladies and Blaidd ask you to marry them?

We do know how Ranni proposes, but I switch the xReader stuff to a modern AU and I feel like sending your partner hunting for your ring at your mom's library, then having them find you naked and bloodied at a murder scene is probably a tad too much for a modern setting. So I'm doing Ranni as well is what I'm saying.

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Ranni: She's been planning it for at least a year. The plan involves Blaidd constantly starting conversations about her family's traditions and such. Poor guy has to explain the Carian family laws like five times minimum. At which point you sort of figure out that something is going on but she takes six more months to do anything about it. Anyway, one night you find a small ornate box at your nightstand and Ranni doing her absolutely worst sleeping impression. At this point this is not a surprise and you soon figure it out (she also had Blaidd do another presentation literally the same day), so you play along. She turns purple when you put the ring on her finger but keeps pretending (badly) to be asleep. She holds out until you enter the bed, at which point she looses it and turns to hug you tightly. The next morning you wake up with a whole ass sword at the feet of the bed.

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Melina: It's spontaneous. Like, you're talking and she just blurs out: "Let's marry." After saying yes and the hugs and soft kisses and all that jazz, she grabs you by the hand and haves you hunt for flowers and tall grass with her. She takes two blades of grass and makes/braids them into a circle, then ties a small flower on it. Here's your ring. She keeps doing that every week to replace the wilting and browning of the flower and grass. You try and make one yourself, and you don't think it's that bad, but she starts laughing and laughing. So much in fact, that you figure out she's laughing not about your attempt, but just out of pure joy. You do get some small wedding rings eventually, but the grass/flower ring is something she does forever.

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Malenia: Somehow has managed to get you in a outdoors chrysanthemum farm for a date. There, she points you at a unique flower. It's petals are half white, half red. While you look and lean in to smell it, she kneels behind you. The ring is ornate with patterns of branches on it's golden surface. A butterfly looks towards the inner edge and she asks you to put it on your right index. She has one made for her, with the butterfly looking your way and its hugs yours when putting your fingers next to each other. Later you find that you have photos of the moment, courtesy of a certain someones brother. He was hiding in the field for a couple hours.

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Marika: She has tickets for your favourite band's concert. The show is great and fun, but you catch her staring at you more than usual. Before the final song, the lead singer dedicates the song to you two by name. And at the climax of the song, they throw a small box towards you two and Marika grabs it with a short jump. After which she gets on her knees and proposes amidst the chaos and hollering of the arena. (yes she knew you'd say yes, you had talked about marriage before, she wouldn't to the scummy thing some asshats do with public proposals)

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Blaidd: Does it at the anniversary of -insert year of choice- of you being together. You redo your first date, almost moment by moment, except that during the end, during which he asks the question.

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Thank you for the ask, anon! And sorry about Blaidd's being short!

[teklarn]

hi, this is my first ever ask so I'm not sure I'm doing this correctly, if that's the case I'm sorry; I don't know how tumblr works just yet >:')

would it be possible for you to write something about bakugo, pining incredibly hard for fem!reader and initially hating how strongly he feels about her? because they're not even friends, they only exchange few words occasionally and she doesn't even glance at his way whereas he slowly finds himself unable to divert his eyes from her during classes? shes always with damn deku and his friends and doesn't even seem interested in him at all but his heart can't ignore the way she looks at him proudly whenever they spar together, the way she sends him small confident smiles as they fight each other with all they have; so he thinks that maybe, maybe he might have a chance. basically bakugo liking reader so much he's completely lost in self-hatred because he always thought feelings were for weak romantics and not great people like him, but everytime he sees reader doing some badass things (again, like sparring with him and basically matching his skills etc...) he's reminded of how badly he likes reader? but when he finally accepts he's fallen for reader, after ignoring and trying to forget about how she makes him feel, he masters up the courage to confess? and it's a very clumsy confession because he's awkward and has no idea how to deal with those feelings? and he tries so hard to make reader realise he's never been more serious than now? and reader is startled and speechless before rejecting him? and at that point he's just completely humiliated, so he nods and walks away.

it might be a little dramatic but I've always been into unrequited love and one-sided pining. thank you, its okay if you don't want to write about this, i'll understand <33

𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓵 - 𝓴. 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾

character(s): katsuki bakugou x fem!reader (my hero academia) 

reblogs are greatly appreciated! 

a/n: AHHHHH this is so cute <33 honestly this is super exciting for me and this ask made me so happy, lovey. i’m fairly new to tumblr, i’m usually just a reader but i wanted to migrate here from wattpad so this made me so happy. here u are my love <33 i hope this lives up to what u wanted !! :)) a bit lengthy, but i had a lot of fun writing it !!! 

summary: bakugou finds he’s rejecting his feelings for you in fear of becoming weak, however he just can’t seem to ignore you. 

genre: fluffy, fluffier than the clouds istg, however the clouds are sprinking a little teeny weeny droplet of angst. 

warnings: cursing (bakugou, duhh), one-sided pining (on bakugou’s part) second hand embarrassment (on bakugou’s part bc we can all agree he’s a complete idiot when it comes to trying to get someone’s attention), just bakugou being a jackass, i gave the reader a quirk 

word count: 3,859 

(pls excuse any typos or mistakes, i edited to the best of my ability but i miss some things sometimes !) 

- - - 

part 2 is here my loves <3

brutal. it was utterly ruthless. he couldn’t focus, couldn’t think right. his hands were already exceptionally sweaty, but gosh when he saw your damn face, he was ready to explode. literally. 

what the hell was it about you? was it your stupid smile? or the way you just seemed to carry every battle on your back? was it all the undeniably sweet things you do for others ‘just because’? 

it made him angry that he thought about you, but gosh he couldn’t wait to see you every day. 

just like any other day, bakugou found himself staring at the large door to the classroom, awaiting the moment you would bounce into his day, skirt shifting around your legs, bag slung loosely around your shoulders. 

his leg was bouncing eagerly. 

bakugou didn’t know when the feelings came. his cheeks just started flaring up all of a sudden and one day you just looked...different. you hadn’t done anything different to yourself. it was just him. not that he would ever admit that, to you or anybody else. 

you were insufferable. you were stupid and obnoxious and so...so damn... 

���y/n! come look at this!” 

you’d come walking into class just as expected, and as soon as you did, that stupid nerd had called you over. 

it didn’t help that deku sat right behind him, either. the two of you had recently gotten closer. bakugou noticed it last month when he yelled at the two of you to shut up about all might and get to work. he’d turned around to find you leaning over deku, hands resting on his shoulders while you peered at his phone. 

“sorry, bakugou,” you’d said, barely acknowledging him. you had waved him off like an annoying fly. is that all you were to him? some nuisance that got in the way of your oh-so-entertaining conversations with deku? 

all he heard nearly every day was your chipper voice talking to deku. always, “oh my gosh, midoriya, did you see the fight edgeshot was in last night?” or “midoriya! i have something to add to our quirk analysis book!” 

that was the one that took the cake. you two dorks shared a notebook, occasionally passed between one another, and filled it with junk about quirks and pro heroes. but no matter how much he tried to tune you out, no matter how he tried to zone off and think about something else, you were always there. it made him want to vomit how much he thought about you. 

you were doing an adorable shuffle over to midoriya’s desk and leaned over the table as you usually did while he angled his phone your way. “did you see this hero report?” 

deku let you slip the phone out of his grasp to get a better look. 

“no,” you breathed. “was this just recent?” 

“yeah,” deku said, taking the phone back. “last night.” 

“holy—” 

“can you guys shut up over there?” bakugou said, his voice quaking. 

“sorry, kacchan.” deku scrolled through the article. 

dammit, bakugou thought. “i wasn’t talking to you, nerd. i was talking to shitface over here.” he jerked his head towards you. his eyes flared in anger when he saw you were looking down at your phone, now focused in on the article yourself. “i was talking to you, asshat!” 

your eyes flicked up to his. you looked around for a moment before slowly pointing to yourself as if to say, “me?” 

his face scrunched. “yeah, you. you’re so damn loud.” gosh, he hated how his voice was cracking, how he could feel his ears and cheeks lighting up in a swollen, cherry red. his stomach flipped. 

she’s looking at you, gosh i’m sweating. i’m going to throw up. she’s so gorgeous. what the hell? they’re ugly as shit, i don’t think anything of them. 

his eyes bore into yours. 

“did you...need something?” 

your voice broke his trance. 

“kacchan, are you okay? you dozed off there for a second. you look like you’re burning up.” 

bakugou looked to deku who was currently stretching out of his seat, arm extended. he pressed the back of his hand to bakugou’s forehead. “you’re really warm, kacchan. should we call recovery girl?” 

it took him a moment to realize what was happening. his vision got blurry every time he was with you. bakugou smacked deku’s hand away. “i’m fine!” his voice lifted at the end, cracking. “i’m not sick. don’t you think i’d take better care of myself?” 

“i don’t doubt you take good care of yourself, kacchan, but everyone gets sick once in a while. there’s nothing wrong with that.” 

“i never get sick!” besides, if i got sick, i wouldn’t want you to be the one taking care of me. 

he was still pissed. he was always in a bad mood, however, more so right now because you’d gone straight back to your phone and that stupid hero article that was supposedly so damn interesting. 

soon enough, the bell rang, and you were seated at your desk. it was jirou’s old spot, however, after much convincing, you two had switched spots so you could be closer to deku. just a few months of getting close to the idiot and you two are suddenly best friends. jirou hadn’t minded one tiny bit, claiming she needed a break from how loud that section of the room was. 

late as always, aizawa came trudging into your room. thankfully, his entire body wasn’t obscured by a yellow sleeping bag that smelled of something unwashed and coffee and gasoline. (for some reason, aizawa’s clothes always smelled of it.) 

“lucky for you,” he began while shuffling papers on his desk, “all of you are doing training for these first periods.”

the class cheered in perfect unison, followed by their individual chatter. you had erupted with glee along with them, and bakugou was sure he felt his heart clench and then explode. just a tiny bit. but he shoved the feeling down just as quickly as it had come up. 

“go out to the field and wait for further instructions. don’t make a sound in the halls otherwise, i’ll expel all of you.” 

this shut everyone up in almost a second, the sound draining out just as water does. the first years trailed out into the hall, single-file mimicking the positions baby ducklings would take when following their mother. 

bakugou found himself walking faster when he saw you take up your spot in the line, hoping to land his spot right behind you. 

unfortunately, this idiot who considered himself bakugou’s friend tugged him back. “bakugou!” a familiar voice rasped. 

“shitty hair, let go of me.” 

“hey man, chill out. wanna partner up if we’re doing training in pairs?” 

bakugou glanced at the line, the spot that should have been reserved for him now taken up by sato. 

bakugou tugged his sleeve from kirishima’s hand. “whatever,” he snapped. 

“sounds good!” kirishima flashed him a toothy grin and a thumbs-up. the bubbly feeling in bakugou’s chest died down as he stood behind sato, the overwhelming scent of sugar filling his nose, various candies that would go straight to your arteries. 

“you smell like ass, damn,” bakugou remarked, squeezing his nostrils together. 

luckily, sato was tall enough to not hear the insult, as he towered over bakugou by just another head. the line began moving like a sloppy train down to the change rooms. 

bakugou scoffed as he listened to your giggle. he should be making you laugh. 

- 

“you’ll be given partners randomly from this box.” aizawa held up a familiar red box. “inside are all your names. i’ll select one, then that person will come up and pick another name from the box. that will be your assigned partner for today. as soon as you have your assigned partner, i want you guys to get straight to work.” 

denki raised a hand, speaking before being called on. “sensei, why are we getting random partners? we’re always allowed to choose.” 

“in the real world, you’re going to come across different villains every day. you’ll never improve your skills or your quirks if you keep fighting the same person.” 

denki sighed, slumping back. 

dammit, bakugou thought, gritting his teeth together. there wasn’t any way he wanted to be partners with you. it’s obvious he’d win the fight in the first few seconds. 

yes! exactly right! bakugou internally grinned. his fluctuating feelings had finally soothed themselves. you were just another extra, and he had no room for you in his head. 

aizawa took a moment to fiddle with the slips of paper inside the box. soon enough, he pulled out a name. “todoroki.” 

todoroki walked up, digging his hand into the box when aizawa held it out for him. he pulled out a name, delicately unraveling the slip. “uraraka, you’re my partner.” he deadpanned. 

the brunette grinned. “great!” 

the two found their own spot on the field, and the class’s attention was once again diverted to their grouchy teacher as he pulled out another name. 

“bakugou.” 

bakugou strutted up without a worry in his mind. he pulled a name to find... 

“y/n,” he said, voice a low growl. instead of the annoying fluttering in his chest, his eyes met yours, and they were filled with a different, new ferocity. he crumpled the paper in one hand, letting it twirl to the ground. 

you looked at him, unsmiling. your eyes gave away nothing, and to bakugou’s knowledge, all you saw in him was another opponent. 

it took him a moment to realize you had both locked eyes for about a minute. perhaps the two of you would have stayed as you were if aizawa hadn’t snapped at the two of you to get moving as yaomomo’s name was called. 

bakugou was on his way to the back of the field, you followed close behind. while there was plenty of room still, he chose a secluded area. while it was still open enough to view everything going on so nobody got hurt, it was often nobody chose to train here. for whatever reason, you weren’t sure. 

“wait up, bakugou,” you said. after a bit, you caught up to him. 

“if you can’t keep up, then...” then what? he looked at you from the side of his eye. “then don’t keep up...” gosh, here came the embarrassing, disgusting feeling of redness in his cheeks. 

you laughed. “what?” 

“shut up.” 

“you’re an idiot, bakugou.” 

“i said shut the hell up!”

“what, so you can call me shitface in front of the entire class but you get all pissed when i call you an idiot?” 

so you had heard him! 

he tongued his cheek, curling his hands around an invisible ball, explosions sparking in the centers of his palms. “don’t expect me to hold back, dumbass.” 

“i wouldn’t dream of it.” 

gosh he loved that about you. 

bakugou caught his thought in the air. 

ahem...gosh he hated that about you. 

you both charged in at the same time. his cry was louder than yours, but you struck first. 

he admired your quirk. while he’d overhead you explaining all the drawbacks it had, it was strong, and you were strong because you knew how to control it. 

purple arrows flew from your arms, going in your desired directions. if you lost focus for one moment, they’d vanish and weaken. if you focused too hard or long, you’d be plagued by a splitting headache. 

he’d spent too much time obsessing over your strengths and weaknesses.  

your arrows were weightless, however they were solid objects capable of carrying any mass, any thing, and worked as extensions of your body. 

the violet arrow had shot out at him, twisting around his right gauntlet and crushing inwards. it’d snaked around him without him noticing, slithering along his back. 

bakugou struggled to get the air-light arrow off his wrist, but it was no use. he glared back, only to see your focused, furrowed brows. he’d expected to see your cocky ass smiling. it was nice to see you weren’t. 

that was one thing that had also caught his eye. you never underestimate your opponent, but you never underestimate yourself, either. 

you conjured a larger arrow. it snaked around your right arm as you hurled bakugou into the air, releasing your grasp on him. you shot your other arrow into the air, and it raced into the sky. 

it swerved. bakugou’s eyes went wide as the tip of the arrow came down on his chest. if they weren’t intangible things, he would have been bleeding out. 

another drawback: the arrows, while they could solidify, they couldn’t do any actual damage. you had to use your surroundings to inflict harm on your opponent. 

he coughed out as the arrow shot him into the ground. he hadn’t even touched you, and here he was, vulnerable and so...so... 

you stood over him, hands on your hips. 

vulnerable and so lost in that adorable, winning smile. 

“get away from me, idiot,” he grunted and turned onto his side, his back crying out in pain. 

“i think i won this fight, bakugou,” you chirped, rocking on your heels. 

“don’t get arrogant, shithead. you won’t be winning against me anymore.” 

you grinned, arrows shooting out behind your back. 

- 

the dorms were exceptionally quiet. you were typing away in the common room, bakugou on the couch reading. everyone was off doing something else. it was the weekend, luckily. he’d expected you to go bounding out with everyone else, however you’d stayed back, claiming you had some homework to catch up on. 

bakugou being classic bakugou had stayed back. he was excited to have the dorm to himself, but your dumbass was stuck here with him. couldn’t you have done your typing in your room? 

you were so aggressive on that poor keyboard. 

“oi, quiet down with your shit typing.” 

you barely grunted in response. 

“don’t ignore me.” 

“i heard you, mom.” 

“the hell did you call me?” 

no response. only your aggressive typing is a bit less aggressive. 

“i can still hear it,” bakugou remarked, eyes fixed on your back. 

“‘kay,” you said. your typing slowed a tad, and your pressure on the keys lessened. 

it was quiet now. bakugou should go back to his book. he shouldn’t still be looking for a reason to talk to you. 

the pages crinkled in his fingers. he bit his tongue, keeping his snarky comments in. 

“you’re a fucking idiot, you know that? doing your damn homework. it’s due tomorrow.” 

you turned, pursing your lips. “and how would you know what i’m working on? are you stalking me?” 

“i- what? no. you’re such an idiot, of course i’m not—” 

“i’m messing with you,” you breathed, face un-moving. 

“o-oh,” bakugou stuttered out. he blinked awkwardly. 

“gosh, what’s gotten your panties in a twist?” 

“you’re annoying.” 

“you’re a jackass.” you returned to your work. bakugou settled with reading in his room. reading consisted of jumping onto his bed just as the stereotypical high school girl would in an eighties movie. he buried his face in his pillow, face burning bright red. he cursed you for making him feel this way, and hated himself even more for how much he enjoyed it. 

- 

the next day came swiftly. you’d left early to go train with midoriya. there were many improvements needed to be made, but you weren’t doing too bad.

you propelled yourself forwards with an arrow, and your green-haired friend shot back, lightning flickering around his body. 

landing back on the ground, you panted and swiped the sweat from your brow. from the corner of your eye, you could make out both kirishima and bakugou coming to the training grounds. 

bakugou stopped in his tracks, frowning at the sight of you. 

it was evident he hated you a bit more than everyone else. he was always making his annoying comments, he was always snubbing you. you saw no reason to talk to him, so you didn’t. either way, even if you tried, he would still get angry for no reason. 

it’d taken you quite some time to get used to his obnoxious attitude. tuning him out had been the best course of action, in your opinion. 

the way you and midoriya had bonded was through bakugou, in a way. the first day of school, bakugou had snapped at you for tripping over your laces and nearly crashing into him. later that day, midoriya had stepped up and apologized for his old friend’s actions. 

you two had never been too close until now. the recent incidents going on with the league of villains had snagged your attention, and it seemed you were the only person who didn’t mind listening to him ramble on about heroes. 

you were just as passionate and just as dorky, but midoriya could talk your ear off. you never minded, and he always took the hint when you didn’t want to listen. 

you brought your leg up, twirling in the air with ease and watched your heel collide with midoriya’s face. he grunted, stumbling back. 

you were about to charge in again when a hand landed on your shoulder, big and rough. you turned to see bakugou standing behind you, a scowl on his face. 

“fight me again,” he demanded. 

“excuse me?” 

“don’t act like you didn’t hear me.” 

“i’m in the middle of fighting midoriya right now.” 

“so?”

“so if you think that i’m just going to ditch my friend because you want to fight, i won’t.” 

“you’re being stubborn.” 

“i’m being reasonable. back off.” 

“y/n?” midoriya rubbed his jaw—right where you had struck him. “what’s going on?” he jogged up to you and bakugou. 

“he wants to fight me in the middle of our fight. it’s nothing serious. don’t worry about it, midoriya. let’s just ignore him.” 

bakugou made a sound someone would only make if they were choking. “the hell did you just say?” 

“we’re ignoring you!” you waved him off and placed your hand on midoriya’s shoulder, wandering away. 

-

it was new to him, not getting what he wanted. and what he wanted right now was to be around you. again, it wasn’t like he would ever admit that to himself. 

“dude? you good? i thought you went off to fight y/n. i was so ready to cheer you on, dude,” kirishima’s chipper voice piped in. “she’s not fighting with you? why not?” 

“the dumbass was just probably scared of getting her ass beat by me.” 

“dude...that sounds really weird.” 

“whatever, shitty hair. let’s go.” 

- 

the clock ticked. his ears were on fire. again. 

gosh, it was happening again. it was all you. his face scrunched up, his voice would surely crack if someone were to ask him what was wrong. 

bakugou was once again stuffing his face in his pillow, hiding his expression from no one. why did you have to go train with that shitty nerd? why were you always around deku? deku, of all people. what did he have? why was he so great? 

bakugou was a man of many insecurities, but losing to deku? that was possibly his biggest fear. 

perhaps he wasn’t the nicest, or the most soft person out there. bakugou could admit that, at least. but he was smarter than deku. he was stronger and he was better and people liked him more. right? 

what was so...amazing about deku? 

it was often bakugou would find himself obsessing over little, insignificant things such as these. 

you were what he was thinking of most of the time. just yesterday, he’d gotten a test returned. he was expecting an eighty at the lowest, but more so expecting a high ninety. it’d come back exactly sixty percent. 

sixty. percent.

bakugou vividly remembered staring at your face. he also remembered not being able to focus because of it. his grades were dropping because of you. 

you were the only person to be able to do this to him. 

his heart grew quiet, but the pounding of his didn’t cease. he lifted his head. 

“alright, fine,” he said aloud. “you win, y/n. you win.” 

he settled with getting over his feelings the way he’d read them in his collection of romance manga. 

bakugou left his room and knocked on your door. (he was banging on it, but it was his nice way of knocking.) 

you answered, looking around awkwardly. “yes?” 

his hands shook. how was this supposed to go? sure, he’d seen it in romance movies and read it in books but it was always easy to tell whether the guy would get the girl or not. 

in this instance, bakugou was clueless. for once in his life, he was clueless. you stood, tapping your foot with a hand on your hip, waiting expectantly for him to tell you why he was here. 

“um.” he scratched behind his neck. “you uh- i uh...i’m sorry i called you a, um...a shitface.” 

“okay? is that it?” 

what? come on! it was already unlike him to apologize. what else did you want from him? 

“did you...i’ve been thinking, maybe? maybe we could..train together as...friends?”  

“...what?” 

gosh dammit, as friends? 

“whatever, um...the uh...” oh gosh, what did the boys do in all the books he’d read? right! bakugou stretched out his arm, resting his forearm on the door, leaning to the side. 

although he didn’t, really, because like the clumsy jackass he was, bakugou missed completely and nearly toppled to the floor. 

this earned a snicker from you. 

his stomach flipped and churned, and bakugou found himself unable to reach your eyes. “uh, would you maybe..? okay, um. do you want to go on a date with me? you absolute fucking dumbass.” 

your eyes flew wide. “...what?” 

“no, that’s not what i— i mean i didn’t mean the last part. um, i meant the first part. the first two parts. the part where i was asking you if you wanted to go on a date with me and then before that when i said maybe because it’s still a maybe until you say yes. or...or no because that’s an option too.” 

he swallowed. 

you resisted the urge to mock him, just a little bit. “um, bakugou, listen.” 

he leaned closer. “yes?” 

“it’s going to be a no. i’m sorry, but i’m just not interested in you like that.” 

it took him a moment to register everything. his shoulders sagged. gosh that was brutal. 

“oh, alright.” 

“yeah, uh, sorry about that.” you offered him a weak smile, still a bit shocked yourself. he did his best to return it, and when you closed the door, his face was ready to explode. 

it was so damn difficult to deal with these feelings, but maybe it was better this way. knowing where you stood on your end, he knew he wouldn’t miss out on anything. 

perhaps it was alright to admire from afar. things could happen in the future, right? 

right now, he’d just wait. for a long, long time. bakugou pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat. maybe it was alright to not have you right now. perhaps he could better himself for you. just for you. 

[tealincubusspeckles]

Perspective Motivations

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING: desperation, emotional pain, aftermath of “parents”⚠️

➼ Miss Laws once said Mika is supposed to represent us. Hence, why Mika is a blank slate. But "we" have no real backstory except for a strict father who uses corporal punishment, a school bully, and two best friends.

In the Seduce Me series Mika or "we" was/were simply an unfortunate bystander who walked in on the aftermath her grandfather caused when he was exploring the limits of his magic. I firmly believe the Seduce Me series was NEVER about Mika. It was the story of an old human wizard testing his powers, 1 young demon boy who saw an opportunity to leave constant abuse from his father and the castle, 4 demon brothers who went to support and protect said brother in the new unknown environment of the human world, and 1 demon princess who wanted to save her kingdom.

➼ Mika/we are just the camera. We are the side character to a greater story. A story beyond the walls of Seduce Me. But that is the limitation of some dating sims. Probably those who played any of her other games can fill in this

...larger story of a Brute, Incubus, Dragon Demon named Aomaris who manages the demons of the Abyssal Plains with his wife named Mika by his side??

➼ I believe that Mika is a dreamer or adventurer at heart just like her grandfather was. We know from Seduce Me Asks tags that Mika was an A plus achiever meaning she is book smart. We know from the Seduce Me 1 games David Anderson, her father, dislikes Mika having interest in anything outside of academics. The conversations between the family are probably about school or nothing. In Seduce Me 1 Suzu says something that Mika can date if she wants. I am not sure if Suzu means that Mika can find someone new after being out of the dating scene for awhile? Or was Suzu was saying that Mika who never had a partner before should start being open to finding someone? I have a belief that someone raised to focus on academics could have secret boyfriends only their best friends know. But I remember Miss Laws saying that Mika was like pansexual or something? So, I assume that Mika has not met anyone that caught her heart in her life yet. To be honest, if I was to write Seduce Me, I cannot see how Mika could fall for bloody strangers who appeared in her new house. In fact, the only reason I can see that Mika had for simply dating one of the incubi brothers was because the brother/s saved her from Malix twice.

➼ Diana only appears to be the enemy in Seduce Me 1 if you go after one of the boys because you/Mika get in the way of her using a peaceful negotiation tactic. I am not the only one who thinks becuase of an AO3 post called "Mirror" by krys-loves-otome (KrysImeteriHikari). Additionally, Diana has more of an excuse written for her actions than Mika does. Another Tumblr user wrote something about how Seduce Me 2 seemed mainly like a Diana apology.

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 DIANA

Diana was a leader of the rebellion and as a leader people pick apart every move you make. As a leader your choice affects many lives. As a leader you carry the regret, responsibility, and death of others on your shoulder.

Remember, Diana lost her family because the boys did not return with her. Because MIKA got in the way of her original plan to make a peaceful truce with The Demon Lord. But we can't blame Mika for screaming at Diana for breaking in nor can we blame Mika for not asking Diana or the boys to plan against The Demon Lord. Since Mika never truly knew ANYTHING about the boys until Diana showed up. Let's not forget that The Demon Lord is an asshat who will kill everything in his way of getting complete control over the Abyssal Plains! The Demon Lord is true evil simply because he has the strength to do so and what good are morals if you can just kill opposition!

Diana is prideful just like Sam but that just the way of being a demon. Don't forget that humans are merely slaves or food sources to demons in the Abyssal Plains. In Seduce Me 1 K probably told Diana to talk with Mika and not harm her (unlocked in a secret ending I believe in Seduce Me 1). Diana could have easily killed Mika to get to the boys who were being housed in the mansion. But Diana is not evil at least not whole heartedly.

Now the following are just theories why Diana would consider harming Mika. Possibly the magic signature left behind on the portal when the boys crossed over is like the protection spell Mika has on her. If that is the case Diana might believe that it was Mika who helped the boys cross over and who is currently protecting them. Diana's route is probably the first time Diana finds Harold's grave. Maybe Harold's grave has a magic signature on it that ties all the pieces together for Diana. The pieces that Mika is simply a victim of circumstance and not the enemy.

Diana is also a victim of circumstance The Demon Lord is fighting and killing everything in his way of getting complete control. Diana was offering herself in marriage to the sons because in marriage the sons will gain control over the lands peacefully. Diana can't offer herself to the Demon Lord since he has many wives of his own and has already threatened to harm the Lilith Kingdom in the past. In a way by offering herself this way was sort of stupid since the collateral to her leaving means her kingdom is now at jeopardy and we see this outcome in Seduce Me 2. Then again at the time the authority in Lilith was not Diana, but her parents.

Diana did not want war between the kingdoms, so she offered to go after the boys since she want to secure protection of her kingdom through marriage. As a princess, not yet queen, she was already acting on behalf of protecting a bunch of other beings. To her, Mika is in the way of this peaceful plan.

Meanwhile, Mika wants the Love Interest for herself without figuring out why the boys are needed. Without asking the boys why they ran away from the demon world. Without suggesting that the demons stick their prideful heads together and work out a plan. She just screams at Diana to get out of the mansion and threatens Diana back. She does not consider that the boys are all adult men who are 20 and older! She does not consider that Diana is the boy's problem and not her own. (Let's not forget to mention the boys ESPECIALLY JAMES are highly aware of the responsibility they left behind. They are all technically in line for a throne.)

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 SAM

Sam never wanted to leave the demon world because he was a fighter, prideful, and he was confident in how to survive in the demon realm. Heck he even stole food to help others survive in the harsh environment. He only left because Damien and Erik wanted to leave the weight of their reputations. Matthew was on the fence, but he saw an opportunity to spread his wings from taking care of his mother. By Sam saying he wanted to go, he convinced James to go along with them. Sam left everything behind in the demon world. His home, his friends, and his way of life. He left the Abyssal Plains for the unknown in the human realm to be the support for his brothers because he needed them just as much as they needed him. Sam did not gain anything from the human world except a small vacation. Sam had to learn to feed off small fights that barely made him use his powers or making excuses to hold hands or kiss someone.

Sam is like a soda bottle you shake then open just a little bit, the bubbles threaten to spill out, and as you drink the bubbles burn your throat. Sam is used to using his energy around the castle or maybe a nearby forest. But, in the human world he cannot do that. Rather he must learn to go about things differently. Sam regrets coming over to the human world because HIS choice means the brothers are leaving the throne with targets on their backs. Leaving a position of power, say being a King, can have you killed if you try to come back. Meaning if Malix was not after them then at some point The Demon Lord could have sent an assassin after the boys. For something tells me The Demon Lord had not even an ounce of affection for his own sons.

In Sam's past he was a fighter because being a royal to an asshole king makes you a target. As a fighter blind rage does not get you far. This idea is something you either learn from teaching or through practiced experience. Sam although he may seem like the kind of person to ONLY punch things first, he isn't. In Seduce Me 1 Sam is prideful, but we see he does not jump into every fight around. When Erik and Matthew have a little tiff of who cooked the food he doesn't interrupt. He waits to see what happens; he says something after James calms the two. Meaning Sam doesn't egg on a fight just monitors it. Kind of like a referee. But if he feels that his pride is hurt, Sam is quick to threaten to start fighting someone. If you take the bait Sam will carry out his threat IF he deems a fight is worth it. Since although Sam finds it hard to apologize if told what he though was an attack on his pride wasn't, he will back down. As in the scene at dinner table Matthew was probably offended by Mika laughing, so he simply asks Mika why she was laughing to get clarification. When Mika responded Matthew was confused how Mika enjoyed watching them pig out but was glad, she was happy. Unlike Sam who SEEMED to get aggressive and angry to shut her up, so HE did not have to feel embarrassed.

Then again, I am the person on Tumblr who wrote a short were Mika was thinking how Sam only dates her because of obligation. In Sam's route he says something along the lines of 'if it wasn't for us, you wouldn't have been a target'. Sam clearly thinks that if he had not come to the human world and entered the mansion that Mika would be safe from harm. But it was Mika's choice to house the boys because she wanted pass on the kindness her grandfather gave her (and if you choose, Mika can face off with Malix after the House Party). SECOND, if one of the boys gets into Mika's favor, they secure a roof over their heads. Remember that Matthew even tells Sam off by saying "I haven't slept in a bed in weeks". Think about it if someone offers you there home you would try your best to be a good guest. However, what happens if your host starts to view you as more than just a guest? What would you do in Sam's shoes? For Sam Mika's house was just a detour along the way in the human world. Why would he settle for her when with his powers alone he can get anyone? " Leave!Me!Alone!" by AnotherCloudyDay is a fan-fiction on AO3 where Sam tells James that he is was getting bored of Mika as he was using her for energy. Let's be real humans are a food source to demons and Mika is willing to offer the boys energy when she shows interest in them. Making Mika an easier target than casting a spell on a stranger.

Mika had NO reason to house the boys but because of the kindness her grandfather showed her she wanted to pay it forward. The "romance" between Mika and anyone in the Seduce Me series seems forced. Mika was put in dangerous life situations to “bond” with her love interest. Meaning Mika basically "owes them for saving her". The boys probably play nice with Mika because she put a roof over their head in a way. Both situations do not equate to "Hey let's date"! BUT that is the downfall of most otome games.

Demons are powerful. The brothers are sons of The Demon Lord which makes them overpowered in comparison to most demons. Demons use their powers to fight each other to the death or use their powers for convenience. By taking the demon out from the demon realm they lose their way of fighting/releasing stress since humans who fight for no reason are typically arrested. Also, using magic in a place that doesn't have a lot of magical energy to replenish their reserves would drain them and worse can kill them. Meaning instead of snapping their fingers to fold clothes, the demon must now manually learn how to do each task. That's like sending physical letters or washing and hanging up all clothes by hand if technology gives up. It's a hassle because it takes time to do things manually. Demons in the Seduce Me universe who cross over to the human realm get to see the wonders of smelling grass for the first time. Since demons are too busy blasting spells at each other or are at war for territory. Rules of the demon realm are different than in the human realm. For a lot of human rules are based off logic and emotion! Demons CAN feel emotions, but they rely more on instinct, logic, and power. Coming to the human realm means learning new customs in each place you go to, so it's very confusing. Sure, demons will respect whatever they learn. Say you want to be called something specific, done! Demons themselves identify by many things all the time since spells can help them shape-shift for a short while.

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MOTIVATIONS

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James

• Next ruler of a demon kingdom. Brought up in demon ways but is cordial with other beings as a necessity for negotiations. Dealing with humans is mere child's play in comparison. 

• His Father was a person who probably used force more than empathy. If James did respond in kind way to others, he would be considered weak not only by his father but his mother. 

Personally as I said (in past posts) I view James as a bit entitled or rather used to people listening to his decisions. I do agree James has a good head on his shoulders but he was raised in a “household” of cruelty. Meaning if he ever feels that someone is out of line, he KNOWS how to put them in their place by force.

• His mother as we know can learn quickly and passed it on to James. Meaning she would drill her son to know as much as possible, so he did not have time to have dreams.

• 💛 James calculates events based on physical facts/knowledge. Although he knows there are possibilities, he tends not to indulge those thoughts too much (unlike Matthew). 

• James has a stone destiny for the throne. Aka Luck is always on his side because his mother scarified something in exchange for her son to rule.

I believe James gets burned with the cross in his route in Seduce Me 2 because James breaks the stone destiny with Mika. Although, I am not certain if he breaks the stone destiny when he is married to Iridessa.

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Erik

• The second born and probably only a couple of months, days, or maybe even minutes older than Sam.

• Raised to talk his way out of problems.

• People or even his mother probably kept telling him how beautiful he was so his mother pushed him to use his looks to his advantage.

• Erik is not dumb or a dog like rumors say. Those are just beings who felt hurt that Erik either refused to deal with them, felt he cheated even though they clearly had not verbally agreed to date, or people who were just jealous that he got attention by being good looking.

Let's be real if a person looks hot or pretty to some degree people talk and sometimes spread false rumors

• Erik could live apologetically but people would see him as fake. So, Erik had to learn to take all commentary in stride or ignore it. Legit this man has a false reputation, and he really cannot do anything about it. Since if people believe you to be a certain way even if you try and show them otherwise someone else will keep testing you until you snap.

• As a person raised in the public eye Erik learned quickly that even if he were to confide in someone word can spread quickly. He learned to wear masks to hide his true emotions. Probably lies to himself more than others.

• Erik is the loner of his brothers and probably is not really close to any of them. More like they all tolerate him, and he does the same for them. There are SUPER RARE occasions where they back him up though. VERY RARE.

• Erik is the eyes and ears to people who talk about his brother.

James probably uses Erik's verbal intel to his advantage. Sam knows the gist of rumors and hates when Erik or Matthew rubs them in his face. Erik is probably the King of Petty followed by Matthew. Damien knows the mental motivations of all beings so Erik can't really hide from him.

• Erik probably used magic as an escape from his mother's instructions. As she seemed to have other plans instead of having him study.

• ❤️ Erik's mother just wanted him to learn how to be a pretty accessory on the arm of a queen or king. Possibly because she wanted that for herself so why not train her son to do that? Heck she probably considers training her son to be a suave sliver tongue is a gift to anyone in the future who meets him. She never considers how Erik feels and makes him deal with ridicule alone. Probably she thinks it will help make him strong emotionally.

• Erik is part dream stalker demon, but demons rarely sleep in the demon world since the magic is sufficient to keep them up and running for days. Hence Erik’s power (entering dreams) was not used much. As a dream stalker Erik would have the ability to sense when people are daydreaming or when they have premonitions about something. However, I believe his limit is that he must be sleeping and in the same room with them. Miss Laws has stated that ERIK did NOT interrupt Mika's premonition dream (you know the one where Damien wakes Mika and says "You can't control your dreams"). What happened was this was Mika's FIRST Seer ability AWAKENING. Her ability was telling her Erik would "physically" be able to wake her from dreaming since he is able to move independently from the dream sequence. This could also be because Erik is more of the healer and support of the brothers. Aka Erik is not in the front lines so he would be the person to protect anyone who is struggling.

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Matthew

• Written off as just a young guy who probably does not know much.

• 💙 Matthew calculates every move he makes even calculating scenarios that are nearly impossible. Matthew is imaginative and creative. But that does not mean he is unprepared. Legit ask him for something BOOM he got that or maybe a mini version of that. You are goanna do that? Well, what if he throws this? MATTHEW IS THE ULTIMATE PLOTTING MACHINE. 

In Seduce Me 1 Matthew offers Mika a peace offering in the form of making Simon Tabby. However, I believe that Simon Tabby became twisted because possibly the idea of making toys reminds him of his mother he left behind. Secondly, Matthew offers to help Mika with the house party after Mika offers the house. Matthew sees the opportunity to have shelter (he even hushed Sam for it) and seeks to return her favor. On a warped note it is possible that Matthew’s actions are simply getting Mika to give him attention so he can swipe her energy easier. Recall this man in Seduce Me 1 when he is summoned to fight Malix. When Matthew showed up, he blocked his eyes from being seen using his hood so he can scan the room and then targeted the devils with deadly accuracy. 

• *Evil Matthew is just Simon Tabby with the goal of taking over the Abyssal Plains. Meaning he is ruthless, clever, and maniacal.

• Matthew is like Erik in that he is the eyes and ears of the castle. However, he uses what he knows for what most would consider pranks. But truly his pranks are just practice traps for the future. 

• Matthew knows how to hide his true intentions like a pro. It's scary. So long as you are not his enemy you will be fine... probably...

• *In Seduce Me 2 Matthew is written off as plainly insane like My Little Pony Pinkie Pie SMILE version. But Matthew is not. THE effects we see on Matthew is Madness. According to Miss Laws Madness is like a disease in the demon realm that is incurable. Those with madness are mainly driven by bloodlust and throw rationality out the window. Matthew's madness is as far as I know hereditary. Think of Matthew's madness like reoccurring anxiety.

Matthew feels happy in his new life with Mika. He feels regret that he left his mother to (basically) fight depression alone. He left his mother behind with The Demon Lord, HIS FATHER. A father who does not even care for his mother. His mother who gave up pride yet was still cast aside. These thoughts have probably been eating Matthew up for the past 2 years and now the Madness is getting worse. Matthew is getting possessive over Mika because his mother was once thrown away. Why should Matthew let go?

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Damien

• Touch starved and love starved baby.

• He lost his mother because of his innocent remarks about her thoughts. Her thoughts where she recalls every horror the Demon Lord does. Damien makes her relive every moment. Damien blames himself for her death EVEN THOUGH he could not understand the weight of her pain at the time. To convince him he is innocent is highly unlikely...or rather would take a lot of work.

• He does have a level of self-respect for himself. After all his mother did not kill him back then.

• His comfort and worth come from his brothers. James was often busy studying but would step in as the voice of reason and guidance. Erik was probably busy playing pretend and lying to himself that Damien tends not to hang around him much. Sam and Matthew were probably the people he grew up with and hung around the most. Sam being a person who is more likely to react first instead of letting every thought truly sink in. Matthew was probably one of the quickest to adjust to Damien's abilities. Truthfully almost strange how well Matthew could hide things from Damien. Damien would often attribute this to Matthew always having to many thoughts going on or that some times it seemed that Matthew did some actions on autopilot. Regardless, His brothers were kept in check whenever Damien would speak their thoughts out loud. Sometimes it was fun, other times it was a learning experience, and on some days they would attempt to block him out.

• He was not given access to reading or writing materials. So, once he learns how to do these things, he wants to share what he can do to everyone. Kind of like a child who knows how to ride a bike for the first time.

• Damien is extremely grateful for coming to the human world and takes in everything like a kid in a candy store. He knows beings can be bad and situations can be horrible. But his life is JUST NOW looking up so he cannot help but be a bit positive right?

• Damien is truly a man with nothing to lose except if he gains favor with Mika. Then Mika becomes his everything. To even dream of cheating when he saw the effects of abuse on his mother is unthinkable. Why would he put another person through emotional or physical pain? Damien is not like his father. Heck he is pretty sure none of his brothers want to be like their father either, at least he hopes so. Damien is the yandere of the group and loves you.

• Damien is the kind of guy who seems to like the normal things like walking through a crowded city, sitting in traffic, watching scenes pass by in a window, eating food, doing laundry, and wondering what else is there to explore. Let him explore life if you happen to find him somewhere strange just remind yourself, he is a big boy he'll come home. Remember this dude is 20.

• 🖤 When Damien left the demon world, he mostly gave up everything. Except his powers. If there was even ONE chance, he would take it if given the OPPORTUNITY to choose. Damien NEVER ONCE had the PRIVILEGE of having a choice. Who is Mika to take that away? (Diana could have phrased her deal with Damien better not going to lie but hey short time and well idk the writing was weird).

[refiwrites]

bestie here me out: sean boswell

like i’m currently obsessed with the idea of him poorly attempting to get with some car designer (prob is hans right hand person, like does the paint jobs/detailing for almost everyone with decently deep pockets and common sense. is an insanely good racer but rather work on cars then race them. super respected by everyone because they don’t pick sides, they pick buyers.) who dislikes everyone. no ‘friends’, only business partners. can see them being really chill with neila because she’s into cars but not into the hardcore racing and stuff? twinkie calls them his best friend and they’re like *pulls out earbud* ‘do i know you’. like this totally closed off high schooler who probably works for the yakuza/has ties to it and sean’s like ‘yeah, that’s the one i want.’

sean: we all got demons, this ones mine

*pans to y/n screaming at someone who’s double their size to give them their money, and successfully gets it*

this isn’t as much of a request as its me ranting? you don’t have to right this at all if you don’t want i know it’s detailed. but like i feel this would be a hilarious dynamic. i’m a sucker for dumb man kickass partner duos. (idk hes the ‘drift king’ mans a himbo) have a great day/night!!!❤️❤️ - fatf anon

I've decided to make some headcannons about this! I love those dynamics 🤣 and hopefully I did this justice!

Sean Boswell x Reader

Warning/s: Swearing?

GIF not mine, credits to the original owner.

So we already know that Sean flew to Tokyo because he got in trouble with racing right

So cue him going to his first day of school in Tokyo

The school in which you're enrolled in as well

Let's say when Sean saw you, you were in the back of the class, head stuck in what seemed to be a sketchpad and barely paying attention to the teacher in front

And he found you interesting until he got called by the teacher since he was literally just standing there for a couple of minutes now??

This caught your attention and you both made eye contact

Which Sean felt like it would be nice to show you a smile

Only for you to shrug and go back to work

Definitely hurt Sean's ego about .5%

Alright let's skip to Sean's first night and Twinkie dragging him to the races

The two were talking when Sean spotted you beside Neela

Sean: Hey, dude, who's that beside Neela?

Twinkie: Oh, that's Y/N, also my best friend!

Sean felt another twinge of hope that he may get a chance to get close to you

But you raised your head up and caught the both of them again staring at you

Which you sent them a "what the hell is your problem?" look

And Sean felt that hope crumble again

After a few moments later, which included Sean totalling Han's Nissan Silvia in which YOU designed

You weren't too happy seeing the poor busted car try to make its way to the rooftop

Seeing Sean being the driver

You facepalming and wanting to tear your hair out at the sight

You faced Han, which was beside you and spoke "What the hell? I didn't spend sleepless nights to design that car for some asshat to wreck it like its some kind of toy!"

To which Han just chuckled and said "Don't worry, I'll get you another one to spend your nights on."

You were irritated and shot Sean a glare

It scared him

Days after, Sean decided to stay at Han's place

To his surprise, you were there too

Busy seeing if the design you made would suit the car you were working on

And Han beside you

He stood there watching you both, feeling a pang of jealousy hit him.. which he thought was dumb when Han placed a hand on your shoulder before walking over towards him

He shrugged it off and talked with Han

As the days flew by, Sean tried his best to atleast get to know you, trying to suggest design patterns, walking to your desk some nights just to bring you coffee

Half of you found his attempts nice since no one really did that for you while the other was annoyed that he wouldn't leave you on your own

Eventually, his friends seemed to have caught on his growing feelings for you

First one being Twinkie

When Han agreed to teach Sean drifting, you were also there

Sean made the mistake of deciding to show off

Aaaand accidentally popping off his tires

You with an amused look, smirk plastered on your face, you teased him "You call that drifting?"

He retorted, "Think you can do better?"

You rolled your eyes and decided to bring out your own Nissan 350z designed by yours truly

And decided to show him how its done

Let's just say Sean ate his words after that

Han and Twinkie were also amused since they were used to you accompanied by a sketchpad, forgetting that you were also one hell of a racer and a drifter

And now get ready since Sean will literally be with you 24/7 to ask for tips and tricks to do when drifting

And he hasn't forgotten about wanting to ask you out yet

And you slowly catching feelings for the boy

Twinkie constantly teasing Sean about you

You soon began to realize what was happening and you distanced yourself for a while from Sean

Since you weren't used to getting into relationships and your last relationship/s weren't exactly wonderful

Sean being worried and trying to contact you but it just sent him straight to voicemail

And you taking time off on Han's garage

But you come back a few days later

Sean feeling his heart leap out of his chest when he heard your voice again

This time he didn't hesitate

He asked you out

And you agreed

Fast forward a few months from now

You both were happily dating

You cheered him on whenever he raced

Him being with you when people take interest on your designs

Watching you intently when you have to stop yourself from shouting at your 6ft tall client

"Like I said, 25,000 bucks or you're free to get outta here."

Sean being amused when the client agrees

Being there when he became the new D.K

Him helping you when designing cars, saying words of encouragement and bringing you snacks and drinks from time to time

You kissing him on the cheek, sometines on the lips when he brings you food

Helping each other out about cars

Both of you drifting together

Drift dates!

But he still isn't able to beat you though

Spending quality time together when you both get some free time

Overall you were glad to have Sean in your life, and this also made you appreciate the people around you more

[thepilotanon]

How would Loki be/react if his lover wasn't comfortable with performing oral sex?

Idk if this ask is too much, it would just mean a lot to me as I've been broken up with over not being comfortable with this act 🥺

I just want to say that anyone who makes a big deal about someone not wanting to give/receive certain sex behaviors isn't worth anything, and are absolute asshats. Everyone has the right to say no to whatever they're uncomfortable with, and there's nothing wrong with that. As always, 18+ content underneath.

I have said before and will always say again that Loki does not push his partner into anything they're not comfortable with, regardless what it is. If you tell him that there's something you don't want him to do to you, or there's something you don't want to do to him that is sexual, he's going to respect that and it doesn't change how he feels about you or your relationship with him. To Loki, there is more to having a happy, healthy relationship than just sexual acts being performed on each other.

Even if you were to try to force yourself to do something that you're not comfortable with, Loki is going to notice and put a stop to it immediately and do what he can and must to get you out of that mindset and talk to you. He wants to understand why you think you "need" to do it, and let him have you understand that you don't need to do anything you don't want - you're in control of yourself and what you want to do and, as your partner, Loki is going to accept your boundaries and comfort as an equal, as you should in a relationship.

Loki is definitely the type who will show disgust and irritation for those who force their partners to do things "for" them, and then go on to brag or complain about it. He doesn't hesitate to make his disapproval known, nor is the type to hold back how he feels about it when they disrespect their partner. There could be times when Thor has to make sure that Loki doesn't take it too far as to kill the other person, but also agrees that they deserve a good beating when they talk shit about their partners where they can't voice themselves. Both Frigga and Odin were adamant on teaching their children the importance of consent and equality - even if they were to end up breaking up, there's an importance of dignity and respect.

So, yeah. There's more to a relationship than performing or receiving sexual acts or expectations of things, and Loki is more than accepting and happy that you're comfortable enough and doesn't need anything else. Being allowed to have a relationship and even getting to see you smile is honestly enough for Loki.

[aquamoonchaii]

⍣ genre: fluff

⍣ warnings: heavy cheesiness

⍣ pairing: minho x reader

⍣ word count: 2.3k

⍣ collab: This is for the collab Summer Love - Stray Kids from lovie @bangchan-fairy

⍣ charlie’s notes: hope you guys love the cheesy cheese! this lovely banner was made by the precious @halliney!

⍣ summary: minho is scared of heights. maybe he is a chicken. but he meets another cute chicken that holds his hand.

Summer love is usually about sweet flings that end when school or work starts again. It starts in unexpected places with a smile and an ice cream, or with the adrenaline of meeting new places. Or at least that’s what happened to him.

Luckily, it didn’t go that way for both of you. It didn’t end!

Because it’s your third summer together and he can’t be happier. Even his feline babies love you so much, he has to bite his lips to not scream every single time Dori purrs approaching you and you coo at the kitten so cutely he just- Ugh. It’s no joke he is already searching for the perfect ring so he can propose.

There’s no way in hell he would find another soul like yours that blends so well with his, your sweet self is enough to calm him and make him feel at home, wherever he is. If you could open his heart and his brain, he would be so embarrassed because you would know he would do everything. Anything for you. You just need to say it and he is already thinking how to make it real.

But it’s ok, you won’t. Unless you are a secret cannibal and you kill him to eat his heart.

He chuckles out loud at the thought because he wouldn’t deny you his heart, you already have it anyway so he wouldn’t be upset if you eat it. You would just have to promise you won’t date another boy.

Minho just gets these thoughts as he wakes up from the nap he had holding your hand and here you are, like 10 centimeters away from him holding his hand even when you are not that clingy. The fact you are indeed a girl who isn’t into touch but you let him hug you and cuddle anytime makes him feel so good. So special. His free hand brushes your hair off your beautiful face, he can’t help but feel cheesy this moment so he caresses your cheek lovingly and kisses your forehead.

You stir a bit, but as the heavy sleeper you are, you put a leg on both of his -so he doesn’t escape and eat the last chips you mutter groggily- so he slaps your leg lightly and a small smile is on your face until you surrender again to sleep. Minho suddenly rolls his eyes. Are there people who know these intimate details about you besides him? Like you always put a leg on his body and you can’t open your eyes that easily, is there any chance there would be another guy after him who would know this? He pouts because it's frustrating to feel this way, so freaking protective. About your things, about your habits, about you. You.

Always you.

He feels the softest when you are like this, peacefully sleeping beside him in his oversized shirt and pajama pants that make you look like a homeless man. A homeless man that is going to steal his favorite hoodie, you would say. On these sunny and hot days, he has little bit of time to engulf in his feelings and think how lucky he got. Something he would never in a million years would voice out because Ew, the cringe. Especially when it’s summer. Because he gets small flashbacks about how he met you.

Hiking.

Hiking

Hiking!

What a better way to enjoy this beautiful summer than eating frozen fruits and walking through beautiful places? He originally planned to go to the mountain he enjoys the most, Jirisan but of course it would be too crowded.

So now he is here on a hiking tour. He didn't read the whole tour completely because he didn't want to miss this day and because Changbin wanted to come. And he doesn't like company when hiking or Changbin. Just kidding, he likes him but not when he whines which he would totally do in a long walk.

"Uh, sir? Are you not coming? I'm sorry but you are the last one to pass the bridge and the tour is being delayed right now." Minho bows apologetically and excuses himself saying that he would pay the extra fee to wait for the next group tour because he doesn't feel well. Of course the tour lady noticed him getting paler than a piece of paper when he was told to try sky-biking because it was included in the tour or he could pass that thin bridge that passes through both mountains. There was no other way to reach the beautiful sunset he was looking out for. But it was too high.

It looks dangerous and the vertigo hit right at his face as he is literally frozen right now, ugh.

It's ridiculous he is not going to see the sunset.

But he just can't move right now so he keeps a stern face to save himself the embarrassment and makes everyone laugh -group partners were getting really annoyed but well, Minho is funny- saying that he needed to pee because he was too excited. The female nods and makes a few calls, everyone starts taking pictures and distracting themselves as Minho looks at his phone just to notice his battery is going to die, it doesn't matter as he has a incredible high quality camera who is going to be very disappointed if he doesn't get those damn pictures of the sunset.

"Lee MinHo, right?" He nods and the female explains how this would work. So, this tour needs to keep going and as he is clearly pretty interested in hugging the tree that is right there to hold him, he should wait for the other group tour. It would cost him a lot because the next group tour has the option to stay the night to wait for the beautiful dawn. He agreed still because he wanted them pictures, it didn’t matter if he had to sneak in someone’s tent. “Your client’s code is 1441, please let it know to the next tour guide so he would include you in the other package.”

He buys an extra bottle of iced tea for everyone as he apologizes once more before he says goodbye and apologizes again to the rest of the group tour. Minho takes beautiful pictures as he walks near the damn bridge he doesn't want to cross but he needs to, he has around two hours to enjoy and to prepare himself.

You have to do it MinHo.

You have to.

"Are you sure you are going to hike that mountain? Like really sure?" He remembers Changbin questioning him and MinHo gasped. That asshat knew about the thin bridge.

Whatever, he is already here.

He is distracted with the beautiful little birds that let him take photos of them when he hears noise about a group coming. His moment to shine has come.

He just needs to look forward and not down because he would probably die. Ok, he 's ready. Really ready. Completely ready.

Oof.

"I'm not ready!" What- He is engulfed in his own thoughts of being terrified of heights, he didn't notice the girl that is making a funny scene about being nervous. MinHo approaches the group taking out his headphones and feels a bit better, he is not the only one having a mental breakdown because of the damn bridge. Everyone hypes her up to cross the bridge and cheers, she ties her hair up and gives a step forward and squeals.

"I'm sorry my friends! But I'll need a diaper."

"Uh, excuse me? Is this the second group of the tour to see the dawn?" He approaches the lady who had the little bright flag and after she nods kindly, he gives her his ticket saying his client code was 1441. "Oh yes! Come with us, please. This group usually goes slower so take your time to cross the bridge as you see, there's another client who is a bit nervous."

"I'm not nervous, I just wanted to take more pictures."He says and the lady nods and smiles, the tour guide seems close to the girl laughing anxiously that tries to cross the bridge because she whispers to her something about being a chicken. The girl, undeniable attractive just keeps laughing, voicing out she hopes to not die today. "Huh? Another person that is afraid to cross? Where?"

Damn. They are talking about him. The smile that was on his face dissipates and turns into a serious frown as he tries to appear concentrated to look at some flower. "Guys keep going, I will cross alone and safe! I promise!" MinHo hears the girl say to the group and hurried steps that come closer to him after that. "Hi? Are you the scaredy cat?"

"What?" He quickly turns around and scoffs, she is the scandalous one and she starts with this, pfft. "Are you talking about yourself? I don't remember being the one who squealed."

"Yeah right. Come on! Don't be shy, let's cross together because I'm scared too."

"I'm not scared!"

"Mr. 1441, please. We can be stubborn after crossing this bridge." You stick out your hand at him and he raises an eyebrow. "Are you going to give me a piggyback ride or what? Because Miss Chicken, I am not interested."

"What- Chicken? You are the chicken! Oh, is this a way to ask for my name? I'm Y/N."

"MinHo. But I wasn't asking."

"Me neither, MinHo." You laugh as he doesn't have an answer and you grab his hand. "Let's do this together, it's okay to scream and insult. I do that a lot so I don't mind."

" Wait, wait!" He says as he is dragged by Y/N, the girl who seems eager to cross but is as much as terrified as him or even more. "Why are you so eager if the lady said we can take it easily? You were screaming a second ago!"

"I know but the adrenaline is awesome and someone who understands the frightening feeling will make you feel secure, I promise two chickens make a good team."

"I'm not a chick-" His words die as he is at the start of the bridge, instinctively he holds your hand tightly. He takes a deep breath and looks at you, you smile at him. MinHo wants to run away but something in your secure hold of hand makes him believe.

"So you don't have friends to come with?"

"I do have friends! How can you come to that conclusion just by one look? You also look like a loner." He bickers and you immediately answer. "I am not a loner! The lady guide is my friend, she said this dawn is going to be probably the most beautiful of the year as the weather is awesome."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah! I hope you didn't bring too much stuff because it's hot up there, people don't even bring tents and prefer to talk with everyone and take naps looking at the stars and stuff like that, it's pretty safe too and the tour gives tents if you feel uncomfortable."

"Really?"

"Of course! Is this your first time hiking this mountain?" He nods and as the conversation dies for a moment he remembers he is actually on a freaking bridge that looked too thin to hold him safely so he looks down. He is stepping on plain land.

He crossed the bridge bickering with the woman he is still holding hands with.

Wow.

MinHo bickers a bit more to hold her hand a bit more as she gets distracted easily. Y/N. It is a pretty name.

He smiles.

"So are you going to ask me out or are you ready to let go of my hand?" There is a tiny possibility he would have choked on his idea tea at this statement.

"Wow, that was smooth and pretty direct." He lets go of her hand and she laughs. "I don't date chickens though."

"I don't date chickens either." He scoffed at her attitude, damn. Is there a divinity of summer he can thank for?

After a night of bickering and photos of the incredible dawn, you agreed to give him your number so he would send the pictures he took.

It would be the first of many hiking trips that would turn into summer dates.

You open your eyes finally and your hands search for your phone to see the hour. You slept two hours! Felix said he would call for you to come and eat brownies with MinHo.

"Shouldn't you search for me first?" Your boyfriend sat on the end of the bed eating the last bag of chips making you whine.

"MinHo! Spill my chips!"

"Give me your hand to spill it."

"Ew."

"Tell Felix you are a taken chicken. He is not going to seduce you with brownies, you are more spoiled than anyone could ever think."

"Listen chicken, sweet Australian man is going to invite us both brownies so shut up. Also go tattoo yourself the word taken on your forehead. Girls think my chip robber is single? Tsk." As always, your unexpected statements make him choke, this time on the chips and laughs at your rolling eyes. "Am I spoiled? When? Where?"

MinHo throws himself on you and tickles you until you are kicking him off you, showing him the white blanket as a surrender sign.

"Should we go on a hiking date?" You suddenly ask.

"Why?"

"Why not? Maybe I want to commit murder and take revenge because they were my favorite chips."

"Jirisan?"

"No, the one we met!"

"Huh? Really?" He takes his phone and casually books a tour already for this weekend. "Maybe I should propose to you so you won't kill me."

You both laugh.

But he isn't joking. He also messages the boutique, he would need the ring for this weekend.

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[julesplease]

Amanda’s ideal partner

With Amanda Rollins finally being in a happy relationship a mere day away, I thought I'd take a look at what we know of her in a relationship. What is she looking for in a partner? What is her type? And how much is she willing to ignore of her ideal to make a relationship work?

Mostly, this will be based on the season 15 episode Rapist Anonymous, but there will be a few mentions of Rollaro, too.

So what do we know? Rapist Anonymous gives us a plethora of moments, both subtle and obvious, that each reveal a lot.

In the first five minutes alone, we see Amanda blew off her friends and colleagues to go to an AA meeting with her sponsor Nate because he asked her as a favor.

We also see them glued together in his bar, openly indulging in PDA with the hand-holding.

After that, things get steamy between them, even though Amanda thought they had decided after last time that "this was a bad idea". When they are being interrupted by someone buzzing Amanda's door though, Amanda is the one who pauses things between them to see what's going on. Mainly because Nate is an asshat who only cares about himself.

This goes so far that when Amanda tells him she'll bring Lena, who just confessed to her that she was assaulted by a fellow AA member, to the ER, he asks her "what, right now?" Amanda gives him a disbelieving look and he quickly back-pedals, asking her if she wants him to come with. She tells him it's okay, to stay and sleep and that she'll bring him breakfast while kissing him sweetly. She then leaves.

What can we take from this so far?

Amanda will put her boyfriend first, even before her friends. And this relationship was relatively new if the "last time" comment is any hint, so that means Amanda gives it her all in a relationship very early on. (Given her value in loyalty and her father leaving her family, that makes sense.)

She likes physical contact, which we see in later scenes, too. and eight years later when she's outright sleeping on her partner, with whom she's in love

She isn't inclined to be sensible when it comes to intimacy, which is how she later ends up with two kids by "two different guys I slept with for no good reason".

But she is self-sacrificing. She will spend her night in an uncomfortable chair waiting in the ER and then drive Lena back home, but she will still go out of her way afterwards to get breakfast to make sure her boyfriend will be fed. Who, let's not forget, was at her home, sleeping.

And she's incredibly loving. At this point I should mention that the name Amanda means "deserving to be loved". For those who didn't know.

Next time we see her with Nate is after Lena's plea to arrest and charge Gene was rejected, due to being a weak case, and Amanda has to tell her in Nate's bar that Lena's only option is to keep away from him.

Amanda leaves Lena still visibly worried about her, but Nate tells her to "entrust her to a higher power" before suggesting they get out of there. Amanda, still worried, glances over to a distressed Lena and Nate asks her if she's ignoring him now. Amanda apologizes and when Nate asks "Your place?" she just smiles half-heartedly and nods. You can plainly see she isn't in the mood, but she still leaves.

Smash cut to them sleeping in bed with Amanda hugging him from behind, before her buzzing phone wakes them. Also notice all the small, loving touches from Amanda up to this point.

Amanda learns that Gene is dead and she goes to the crime scene, meeting Fin there. While talking to Lena, Lena reveals that Amanda was with Nate and Fin starts asking his partner who Nate is and why she has a male sponsor. Amanda becomes defensive, cutting him off with a "I'm a big girl, Fin."

Amanda is willing to overlook obvious flaws, such as her sponsor being a "double winner" by being in both AA and GA, and the fact that he is behaving against unspoken rules by sponsoring her and being intimate with her.

As the case unfolds and more facts become available, Amanda momentarily fears she may have been duped by Lena (Lena calling her her sister in the ER will sting doubly, considering the parallels to Kim). When she and Nate walk together, Amanda becomes increasingly suspicious and irritated, questioning Nate about Lena. Gene cheating on his fiancée is no concern to Nate, but an issue with Amanda, who has zero tolerance for infidelity, as seen throughout the entirety of the show. His relationship with Lena also comes into question, with Amanda sarcastically asking him if Nate sponsored Lena the same way he sponsors her. Nate lies through his teeth, telling her they are program friends and reveals things Lena has been through which were told to him in confidence. Amanda's anger momentarily subsides and she asks him if he's coming up. He declines, saying he's gotta talk to his sponsor and walks away.

Later on, evidence is found that Lena actually murdered Gene and Liv and Nick arrest her while Amanda was with her, talking to her "as a friend". The next scene finds Amanda in Barba's office and she's basically sitting on hot coals, being questioned by him about her and Lena's relationship to Nate and how Lena knew Amanda was a SVU detective. Amanda is visibly distressed by the prospect of testifying in open court in this case, not wanting Lena to go to jail, but Barba assures Amanda there's no way he'd call her.

Too bad Lena's lawyer didn't get that memo.

When Amanda tries to gain sympathy for Lena in the squad room, Liv tells her to look out for herself instead. Amanda nods less than thrilled and walks off.

The next scene is Nick infiltrating AA to check out Nate. After, it cuts to Amanda walking into her bedroom where Nate is laying in her bed, apologizing for not making it to his meeting tonight, she went to GA instead. So Amanda actually listened to Liv and did something for herself for a change. Nate tells her to forget it. Amanda then asks him if he knows how it came up with Lena that she works at SVU and he tells her he doesn't know. He asks her if she will testify and Amanda says the defense will call her tomorrow and admits that she's anxious about it.

This is significant because Amanda usually doesn't reveal any vulnerabilities. But since Nate is her sponsor and she has presumably told him all sorts of personal things, so much so that this trust has turned into a relationship on her end, she opens herself to him again in this instance.

Nate then tells her that the thing to remember is to detach with love and to not let Lena drag her down. He kisses her shoulder then, but Amanda completely ignores it, lost in thought about tomorrow.

After the short court scene things become loud. Amanda has found out Nick went to an AA meeting behind her back and starts yelling at him. Nick tries to defend himself, warning her that Nate is a 13-stepper and Amanda cuts him off, telling him he is wrong. Nick gets annoyed and asks her if it's one of the other 12 steps to sleep with his sponsee. Amanda readjusts, telling him his problem is that he can't stand to see anyone else happy since Maria left him and makes to leave the room. Before she can though, Nick tells her that she doesn't seem happy to him. Amanda, wholly annoyed, turns and tells him that he's just jealous of everyone and that she'd recommend help, but there isn't a 12-step program for self-pity. Fin comes in, telling them to stop because the whole squad room can hear them, but Amanda shouts at Nick that he isn't her father and neither is Fin.

Amanda being defensive about her life choices is something everyone can relate to. But it's her bringing  her father into it that's interesting. Amanda doesn't like being infantilized, least of all by men. Sure, Nate never did that, but Nick later does try to control her actions, which she always reacts violently to. I'm speaking about their bar fight, where he tries to get her to stop drinking, or with Holden where she shoves his hands off her when he tries to guide her out after Holden was shot.

Amanda is in a relationship with Nick later, but one thing she won't forgive is seen as less capable by him. Of course this stems from her terrible time at APD where she had to prove her worth constantly, yet never getting past being the pretty blonde her former captain and chief lusted after. Cragen was a saint by comparison.

But as far as a relationship goes, Amanda needs someone who believes in her and who trusts her to handle herself, even in a tight situation. She doesn't want someone who will criticize her choices, but someone who will be supportive. And in a weak moment, she needs someone who will be there for her.

That is what Nate doesn't do in the next scene. Amanda testifies, having Barba questioning her about the events of the case, and while Barba noticeably holds back, he's still Barba and Amanda would rather be anywhere but there. When the scene then cuts to Nate's closed bar, Nate serves her coffee and tells her she seems shaky, does she need a meeting? Amanda, annoyed, tells him no, she doesn't need a meeting. She had kinda hoped he'd be there today when she testified and Nate tells her him, too, but he couldn't because he would also be testifying. Amanda is surprised at that and Nate innocently remarks "didn't I tell you that?" Amanda says no, disappointed, and Nate simply says he thought he did. Amanda repeats he didn't and Nate says it's no big deal, completely ignoring Amanda's feelings on the matter. "Just, let go and let God." Amanda is visibly annoyed by his answer and the scene fades to black.

We next see her pulling a double that night to be able to be there when Nate testifies. Nick tells her she doesn't want to do that, which has her tell him off and when Liv tries to give her some advice of her own, asking her if she's talked about her past to someone, Amanda tells her yes, in meetings. When Liv mentions a therapist, Amanda utters that terrible line to Liv about not needing to pay someone to listen to her problems. She walks off, having made herself the least favorite person in the precinct, leaving Liv in shock.

We see again how willing Amanda is to sacrifice her own rest and well-being to be there for her lover. It's even more significant now, seeing how she had been let down by Nate just the day before, yet still forgiving him.

It all goes downhill from here.

Amanda is in court, listening to Nate's testimony and then it's Barba's turn to question him. Barba doesn't hold back, cutting right to the chase and asking Nate if he has ever been sexually involved with Lena. Amanda perks up of course, wondering where Barba is going with this and when Nate admits that, yes, he has been involved with Lena, we see Amanda's mouth has slightly dropped and her eyes shifting to Lena, who looks back at her apologetically. When Barba asks how recently and Nate says a week, Amanda visibly flinches. Barba then continues asking if Nate is currently sponsoring Amanda and whether he's sexually involved with her, too, which he says he is. Barba asks him if Amanda was aware, which he says no, listen, he isn't proud of his behavior, but Barba cuts him off, asking him if Lena was aware of him and Amanda. He says she was and also admits he may have shared that Amanda is a SVU detective.

Barba continues and we learn that Nate also told Lena about Kim and everything else Amanda shared with him (without her consent, of course) and that it was Lena later who asked him to invite Amanda to their AA meeting, setting the whole thing with her and Gene up.

Amanda is on the verge of tears when Barba theorizes that Nate was conspiring with Lena to set up a pattern of abuse that would justify Gene's murder, probably having Kim flashbacks at this point, but when Nate objects, saying he wasn't conspiring, Barba states he was being played then. And that Lena used him to play Amanda.

At this point, Amanda leaves the gallery in tears. Nate notices and goes to her to talk. We see Amanda still shaken, but when Nate steps next to her, she composes herself, not letting him see her in a vulnerable state. He tells her he knows she's upset and Amanda snidely remarks that yeah, he was always a smart guy. Amanda is done with him, which she lets him know, and gives him an incredulous look when he tells her he believed in them. Nate adds that he still believes in her and tries to excuse himself by saying that it's progress, not perfection. Amanda looks like she wants to rip his head off when he then asks her not to give up on the program and he gets the message and leaves.

Barba steps up to her next and apologizes, but he had to do it. With him, she's more open, softly saying she's not angry at him with a cracking voice. Barba nods awkwardly, rubs his neck and shuffles back into the courtroom while Amanda pushes the button for the elevator again.

It's plain as day how invested Amanda was in this relationship. Nate was a narcissistic idiot, which she ignored, defending him and by extension herself when people called their relationship into question. She was okay with Nate being a bum and a bozo and leaving a distressed Lena by herself to sleep with her, and forgave him for not being there when she testified. But cheating on her and lying through his teeth? No, sir, she's done with you. You broke her heart.

He betrayed her trust and if there's one thing Amanda values above all else, it's loyalty.

Back at the precinct, we see her in Cragen's office, saying that she thought she'd feel better once Lena was convicted. Fin defends her to herself, telling her she had a blind spot, like they all do. Cragen then gives her some advice and tells her she's not the only one there who has made a mistake. When Amanda then asks him if he's still happy he brought her up from Atlanta, her kind captain introduces her to his girlfriend as "one of his best". He then leaves her and Fin in his office, and Fin asks Amanda how she's doing and if she wants him to knock Nate's little hat off his head, to which she laughs and says yes. But when he offers her to go for a beer, Amanda declines, telling him she needs a meeting.

The ending scene is Amanda not at a meeting, but drinking, smoking and gambling.

Thanks, Nate.

The interesting part here is Cragen and Fin trying to cheer her up, but Amanda not being swayed by their kind words. She has messed up yet again (and even more is to come) and the hit she took by Nate's complete betrayal pushes her off the edge, despite her friends' efforts to help her.

This doesn't happen again after she has Jesse. From the moment she becomes a mother, Amanda takes great care to stay on the straight and narrow, all for her daughters' sake. Amanda is a strong person, but she needs someone to be strong for, otherwise she falls back to bad habits because of low self-esteem and thinking she isn't worth it.

Now, let's recap everything to form an idea about what Amanda brings into a relationship and what she herself expects from it. And what her ideal partner would be like:

She puts her lover first, being willing to do favors, let them rest while she works and go out of her way to get them breakfast after a long night. This altruism doesn't need to be returned, but I'm sure it would be nice if it did.

She is loyal to a fault and will go so far as to threaten people to protect the ones she loves. Infidelity is a definite no-go. As is lying to her, betraying her trust or spying on her life. Well, those all sound pretty reasonable.

She is very affectionate, enjoying closeness and tender touches. She is also apparently a sucker for grander romantic gestures if her tearing up at Heart's Desire or accepting Al's flowers is any hint. A gentleman who would treat her like a "Disney princess" would apparently be right up her alley.

Trust is very important to her, even if she has difficulties trusting someone, so she needs someone she can trust wholly. She wants someone who will have her back (like in Holden's Manifesto, when she asks Nick why she didn't stop the others from shooting Holden, she had him) but also believe in her abilities as a cop.

She doesn't want someone who will criticize her choices, but someone who will be supportive. And in her weaker and more insecure moments, she wants someone she can lean on and who will be there for her.

As a mother, him being good with her kids is also very important. That means he also needs to be loving and patient. And of course kind.

And since Amanda values family greatly, even if hers is nothing to write home about, her partner should probably also be a family man.

The classic stuff like looks, intelligence, accomplishments or making her laugh are all bonus points, but wholly optional to her. As is getting along with her parents and sister, I'm sure. Not because they're not important to Amanda, despite everything they've done, but because she gets why someone wouldn't like them (primary examples being Fin and Liv).

Now let's see how much of this applies to Carisi.

All of it? Yep, all of it.

Carisi is the single most considerate person in her life, looking out for her constantly, down to making sure she sleeps and eats enough and doesn't get indigestion from a steak. He is made of 100% dad material, is a huge family person with utmost respect and admiration for women and has charmed every Rollins he has ever met, from her parents to her sister to her daughters to Amanda herself.

He is loving and gentle and values his friendship with Amanda more than a chance to bed her and is a gentleman who will indulge in ridiculous closeness with her, without ever letting his hands or mind stray though.

He even blows off his girlfriend and Liv in a hostage situation to spend an entire day sitting in a hospital with her because he puts Amanda first and wants to be there for her, "for as long as she needs [him]".

Most importantly, Carisi is the only person who has ever told her she can handle anything life throws at her, even after seeing her at her weakest, and the only person in whose arms Amanda falls apart, because she trusts him and knows he'll hold the pieces of her together. He's the one everyone assumes Amanda talks to, and when he broaches a subject Amanda isn't ready to discuss (like therapy), he doesn't pry but waits until Amanda is ready.

And he is the only person who has ever moved her to tears not because of pain, but because of love.

One thing Amanda wants but previously didn't think she deserved is a partner who will love her. Carisi is the one person who truly sees Amanda, with all her strengths and weaknesses, and admires and loves her for it. His constant attention to her has given him a very clear image of who Amanda is, which is why he can immediately guess what she is thinking or spot her pregnancy when Amanda herself needed a serial killer to sniff it out for her. Even Amanda herself acknowledges that he knows her extremely well.

This is something that Amanda isn't usually fond of because she believes herself to be mostly a failure. As a cop, as an adult and what she fears most, as a mother. But Carisi has never given Amanda the feeling of being less when she has a weak or vulnerable moment, despite his own protectiveness of her, and this admiration of her makes all the difference in their relationship.

What sealed the deal for Amanda though was Carisi promising her that the bond they had forged through their partnership would never go away, when he reads her his wedding vows speech. The biggest fight she had with him was when she felt he had abandoned her. Their solution was to grow closer in private, but during his speech Carisi goes an extra mile and basically tells her that no matter where they find themselves in the future, he would always be her partner on some level and there was no changing that.

Amanda starts crying at this promise of unyielding loyalty, because she feels the same way towards him but didn't expect to actually find a man who would reciprocate those feelings, and after 84 long years Amanda finally, finally! allows herself to pursue happiness with a truly good man and friend and kisses him.

Will I be keeping an eye out for every little detail in season 23 to compare? Definitely.

Do I think Amanda and Carisi will be happy together? Heck yes.

But Amanda still has a lot of room to grow, both as a person and as a partner, what with her still being unwilling to open herself even to the man she loves most and having low self-esteem.

Loving Carisi will finally reflect her strengths back at her, as Carisi has that much clearer and honest image of her. Even if Amanda doesn't trust and value herself, she trusts and values Carisi, whose own trust in her will confront her with her strengths. If he tells her she can do something she will have to believe him, because she believes him.

It's going to be very interesting to see how their relationship and they themselves develop now. But whatever it is, after that speech and kiss, I trust the current team to do a great job.

Only a day to go until the premiere!!

[sisterspooky1013]

Only One Choice, Part 2, Chapter 3

Read it here on AO3 / Tagging @today-in-fic

Winter soldiers on, the cold and occasional snow giving way to the promise of spring. Her birthday comes and goes, celebrated at her mother’s with her family as it had been before there was someone else to lay claim to her time on special days. The vacant spaces in her apartment that had been occupied by Ethan’s books and clothes, his toiletries, and VHS collection, begin to be filled by evidence of her new, single life. Her solitary toothbrush in the cup by the sink starts to look normal, the indent on her finger where his ring lived begins to fade, and the silence she arrives home to at the end of her workday becomes mundane instead of painful. Though this change was initiated and welcomed by her, change is always hard. She goes through the motions of being okay until one day in early April, she realizes that she is. The budding crocuses bring with them the optimism of a new life, another chance. A third chance, as it were, to get it right. Now she only has to figure out what right is.

Though they’ve always been close, she and Missy become even closer, taking up the space in each other’s lives that would otherwise be consumed by boyfriends or lovers. They are each other’s better half, sharing the minutiae of their workdays and staying available for unexpected illness or the need to move heavy furniture. While every human needs other humans to thrive, the Scully sisters fill that need with each other, shunning the idea of casual dating simply for the sake of companionship. There is no companion more perfect than the one who has known you since before you could understand the need for such a partner in life, and who is by your side not out of obligation, but because their soul is stitched so firmly to your own. They have always pledged their dedication to each other through thick and thin, and the new year of 1997 proves that to be a sincere promise on both their parts.

As such, they sit at their favorite local coffee shop on Sunday afternoon when Missy finally dares to ask her sister the question she’s avoided for the past four months. Not because she was afraid of her reaction, but because she knew Dana wasn’t ready to talk about it.

“Have you heard from Mulder at all?” she asks so casually that Dana flicks her eyes up and stares in disbelief, not sure that she heard her right.

“What?” Dana asks, her heart having lept for one single beat at the mention of his name.

“Mulder. Have you had any contact with him, or seen him?” Missy is misleadingly casual, acting as though this is not a question she’s been waiting months to ask.

“No,” Dana says flatly, her eyes dropping down to her coffee cup. “I wouldn’t expect to.”

“Does he know that you and Ethan split?” Missy asks next, her feet folded underneath her in the oversized armchair.

“I don’t see how he would,” Dana posits.

“Have you considered reaching out to him?” Missy tries, watching her sister for signs that she is going to shut the conversation down.

Dana shakes her head glumly. “After what I put him through, I’m sure I’m the last person he wants to hear from. That was nearly nine months ago, he’s probably long since moved on.”

“Have you? Moved on?”

Dana pulls in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “I don’t know how to answer that. What does it mean, to move on?”

“Do you still think about him?” No assertions, just gentle questions, leading her sister to the conclusion she knows she needs to come to.

Dana nods softly. “All the time. Every day.”

“Then I think your answer would be no. You should contact him, Dana. It feels like unfinished business.” Missy has a thing about unfinished business. She believes it prevents you from achieving your full potential in life.

“Missy...what would I even say? ‘Sorry I broke your heart, good news is it didn’t even work out so it was all for nothing’? I don’t want to cause him more pain than I already have.” Her tone is resigned and defeated. Another regret she will come to live with, pinned to her lapel with a collection of other mistakes that she can never quite atone for.

Missy shrugs. “You know what I think. The rest is up to you.”

Missy is right. The trouble is, she doesn't trust herself to make these decisions anymore. She’s proven to herself that she doesn’t know how to make the right one.

———

“Excuse me,” a rough, nasally voice calls from behind her. She turns to see a red nosed young man in the doorway of the pathologist’s office, slumped against the doorframe with watery eyes. “I’m here to pick up an autopsy report, for, um...I think it’s Richards or something.”

Scully has worked with this courier before, and compared to his typical demeanor it’s easy to tell that he’s unwell.

“Are you alright?” she asks as she uses her feet to push her rolling chair over to the file cabinet, retrieving the report in question.

“Uh, not really, no. But if I call out sick one more time I’m gonna get canned.” He leans his head against the cool metal of the doorframe. She suspects he’s feverish.

“You don’t look well enough to work. Where is this headed?” she asks, still holding the file in her hand.

The young man blows out a stream of air and she holds her breath for a moment, not wanting to inhale whatever he’s infected with. He pulls a slip of paper from his pocket. “Hoover Building, Behavioral Science Unit. Agent Kissop.” He stuffs the paper back in his pocket and looks around, taking refuge in the extra chair near the end of her desk.

She feels a little flutter in her belly; what are the odds?

“I’ll tell you what,” she begins, “I was just about to head out for the day and I live in Georgetown, so I’m going that way anyway. Can I drop this off for you? You don’t look well enough to drive and I’d hate to see you on the news in the morning if you cause an accident.”

He sighs deeply, the biggest display of excitement he can muster. “Are you sure? I’d really appreciate it,” he says, his eyelids barely maintaining half-mast.

“No problem at all,” she replies, gathering her coat and purse. “You get home and take some Tylenol, okay? And get some rest.”

He nods weakly and she leaves him there, climbing into her car with the file and a pounding heart. She can’t help but feel like this is a sign. She’s been thinking about signs a lot lately, and she’s recently resolved to start paying attention to them.

———

Mulder stands beside the copy machine, doing his Wednesday afternoon ritual of fighting with the toner cartridge and cursing profusely. From around the corner, he can hear AD Kirkbride drumming up his own song of profanity, which is more of a daily ritual than a weekly one.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Kirkbride is shouting. “Now that dipshit is conning goddamn doctors into doing his pathetic job?”

Another much softer voice answers him, but Mulder can’t quite make out the words. He moves closer to the open door, bored enough to bother eavesdropping and seeing which of his colleagues is going to get their ass handed to them today.

“Yeah, I’m sure he is sick, that fucking lowlife. He’s sick every fucking week, it’s always something with him!”

“Sir, I don’t know what the history is between you and the courier,” answers the other voice, and it’s familiar in a way that makes him stop in his tracks, his stomach clutching in a mix of nervousness and excitement. “Can you direct me to Agent Kissop, please? Then I’ll be on my way and you can work it out with the courier service.”

It’s Scully. It’s her, he’s sure. He’s been dreaming of that voice for months, the soft sibilant S’s and the way her plush lips rest against her adorable overbite. Without thinking, he enters Kirkbride’s office and sees her standing in front of his desk with a file in her hand and an exasperated look on her face.

“Scully?” he asks, and she turns to him. Her hair is a bit longer, now just past her shoulders, and she’s wearing black slacks and a white blouse. She’s as beautiful as ever, maybe even more than he remembered. She doesn’t look all that surprised to see him. If anything, she looks relieved. Emotion boils up in his chest immediately and he feels his throat constrict.

“You know her?” Kirkbride asks, gesturing to Scully, and Mulder nods. “Great, then show her where Kissop sits so I can call the fucking courier service and tell them to fire that lazy asshat before I strangle him.”

Scully walks towards him and he turns wordlessly to show her out of Kirkbride’s office and down the hall to where Kissop sits. His heart is beating slowly but firmly, his pulse resounding in his ears. What is she doing here? Did she come here to see him? And if so, why? When they arrive at Kissop’s desk, Scully hands her the file and they exchange words that Mulder doesn’t bother to listen to. Then Scully looks at him hesitantly and slowly turns to walk away, towards the exit. He feels suspended, unsure if he can believe his own eyes that she is really here, and entirely conflicted over what to do about it if she is. He’s spent nine months trying to forget her, but she’s as real and alive as ever, standing before him. His self-protective instinct says to let her go, but his heart says to run after her.

“Quit standing here like a dumbass and go talk to her,” Kissop orders him, clearly picking up on some tension though she doesn’t have the faintest idea what’s causing it.

Shaken from his daze, Mulder follows Scully into the hallway.

“Scully,” he calls out, and she stops walking but doesn’t turn around. When he catches up to her, he touches her shoulder and she turns to face him with wet eyes.

They stand there for a moment, looking at one another, an expectant feeling hanging over them. He wants to touch her, to feel the press of her body against his again, but he doesn’t dare. That would seem like a relapse, of sorts.

“Would you have coffee with me?” she finally speaks, her voice small and unsure. It’s an invitation she is not at all confident he will accept.

“Okay,” he answers, and they walk out of the building side by side, silently.

They seem to understand without saying so that Mulder will lead them to where they ought to go, which is a little cafe called Burial Grounds just a block from the front doors of the Hoover Building. They stand in line stoically, tension crackling between them like static as they order something that will occupy their hands and give them a safe place to avert their eyes while they talk. They sit at a small table near the door and wait, glimpsing at each other’s faces and then away, summoning courage. Because this was at Scully’s invitation, it seems like she should have the floor.

“Ethan and I aren’t together anymore,” she finally blurts out, and his first instinct is to look at her hand, which is indeed bare of any jewelry. Next he looks at her face, considering her expression and whether she takes this to be good news or bad. She looks pained, but not about what she’s just said. She’s had this look on her face since he first spotted her in Kirkbride’s office. He’s unsure if he should be offering congratulations or condolences, and irritated that he’s being put in the position to figure it out, so he says nothing.

“I’m sure that I’m just about the last person you want to see,” she continues, her ocean irises tracing the logo printed on her cup. It wasn’t a question, but if it were he’d tell her that she’s the only person he wants to see, the only one he ever thinks about. The reason he can’t sleep and, when he does, the only thing he dreams about. “If it’s okay, there are some things I’d like to say to you. I understand if you don’t want to hear them.”

She flicks her eyes up to meet his for a moment and he nods softly, keeping his expression neutral. She returns her gaze to the skull and crossbones bearing the name of the coffee shop.

“I have always believed that life is about making the right choices. That we are presented with an ongoing series of options, opportunities and situations, and that we are tasked with determining the right choice that will put us on the path towards the best possible life. But as of late,” she pauses to take a sip of her coffee, stealing a glance at him before she continues, “I’ve come to believe that there is actually only one choice. One path we’re supposed to be on, and there are signs along the way to pay attention to. The choices might not always make sense at the time, but in the grand scheme of things, they are the ones you need to make in order to have the best possible life. Or the right life, the one you’re supposed to have.”

She pauses and slides her hand across the table, covering his with her own. The soft warmth of her skin electrifies him a little, sending a flush to his belly. She brings her eyes up to meet his, her brows knit with emotion as her chin gently puckers. She’s so beautiful it physically hurts.

“I ignored the signs,” she says tightly. “I made the wrong choice, Mulder. I thought I was doing the right thing, the best thing, but I was wrong. I’m so sorry that I hurt you.”

He feels his chest tighten, a telltale precursor to tears, and he looks away from her. Why is she doing this? To make herself feel better? She pulls her hand back and sniffs, then stands and slings her purse over her shoulder.

“Thank you for having coffee with me,” she says, and then he watches her leave. He sits there, staring at the pink lipstick that stains the rim of her cup, wishing she’d given him some more time to absorb it all. Wishing she’d never made the wrong choice.

[khaleesiofalicante]

Ok imma be honest, this chapter moved me to tears and not the sad sobbing but the more inspiring kind. This chapter means the world.

She had told them her dreams were about ducks – since there were the only equally horrible thing she could think of.

Uncle Magnus had given her an odd look then, as if he knew she was bullshitting them. But he hadn’t said anything.

DUCKS AREN'T THAT BAD! HAVE Y'ALL EVER BEEN CHASED BY A GOAT?? I WAS CONVINCED I WAS GONNA DIE

Lexi would be royally pissed if this turned out to be some stupid pointless dream.

YUP

Even though she was only 7 minutes older than Lexi, Selena always acted like she was 7 years older.

That's so cute though

People looked at her pastel-coloured aesthetic immediately assumed she was the soft and sweet Fairchild twin. People saw Selena in her red leather jacket and thigh high boots and assumed she was in the infamous troublesome Herondale twin.

SMH THE DAMN STEREOTYPES

Why Selena hadn’t killed her in her sleep yet, Lexi doesn’t know.

BYE THAT'S EVERY SIBLING RELATIONSHIP EVER

The meals at the Academy were to die for – quite literally. Last week two students from the warlock fraction had almost killed each other over a blueberry muffin.

Oh how times change...they will never know the dreaded soup

NO ANJALI HAS BEEN GONE FOR OVER A YEAR???

IS JAIME OK?? PLEASE BE OK! HE CAN LIVE WITH TREATMENT SO I REALLY HOPE HE'S OK

Selena’s was Idris of course. She was kind of obsessed with it.

Max loved the shadow markets. Lexi thought they were very cool too.

Rafael loved his father’s office – which was weird. There was nothing to do in that room other than ponder about shadow world problems. Besides, the place still weirdly smelled like the tangerine perfume Anjali wore, even though the girl had left New York almost a year ago.

David loved the New York Institute – especially the library.

Gigi of course loved the dining halls.

Dining halls, kitchens, food trucks, vending machines - if a place had food with it, Gigi loved it.

It's so amazing how they all have their favorite places...(same David same)

“You’re supposed to pour the syrup on the pancakes not into your mouth,” Lexi chuckled as she sat down next to her.

“It ends up in my mouth anyway,” Gigi shrugged.

True enough.

AWW ROMAN MAKING GIGI PLAYLISTS!!

Someone make me a playlist.

“His parents fell in love in Rome when they were in Rome,” Gigi pointed out even though Lexi already knew. “I think it’s actually romantic.”

I had forgotten that-

Roman was nice. But not nice enough for Georgia. Lexi didn’t think there was anyone good enough for her parabatai – who was the most perfect person in the world.

Me @ anyone who tries to make a move at my best friend.

AWW GEORGIA LIKES HIM TOO!!

When's the wedding?

(you're telling me you didn't believe you were gonna marry your childhood crush? Liar)

“I like being his friend,” Georgia said. “I like spending time with him and all of that. But I don’t know if I like him…in that way. I feel like I need more time.”

Demiromantic??? YES GIVE US THE REP

Lexi sometimes thought life would be so much simpler if the world was full of women and everyone was a lesbian.

Ikr?? Life would be so much easier.

Lexi says Roman is too-nice-sus

Well well well

The kind of love that cheated death.

The kind of love that sustained memory spells put by princes of hell.

The kind of love that changed the world.

Trust me all of our standards are very high

Lexi successfully survived the class without falling asleep.

Me during English.

Ok who's the blond?

Lexi I thought we weren't gonna fall this soon-

Oh the girl's straight...sigh we've all been there.

which meant they had to hold hands. Kinda.

Lexi was a little scared of that.

Me.

Goddamnit, Alexandra. Get your gay together!

THAT'S SO RELATABLE LIKE?? YES

OH MY GOD IT'S EMMA AND JULIAN'S DAUGHTER GEIDIDHDOHDJSKSJSKGXJDHSODHKDGDDGDJHDJDGDJDGJDHD

Lexi knew Olivia liked boys. She hadn’t dated anyone officially of course. All the boys were kind of terrified of her father.

She could be bi or pan or omni. WE GOTTA HAVE HOPE

vegetable loaf... David I'm so sorry you had to go through this.

Lexi then decided not to do any of her homework over the weekend because she was not coming back to the academy. She was not going to survive the sleepover and whatever else Olivia had in mind.

Bestie...why is this me when I make eye contact with my crush.

“Good stuff?” Max snorted. “Rafe literally ran away from home cause shit got too intense.”

“I didn’t run away!” Rafael rolled his eyes. “Stop telling people that!”

“But you have rumours and shadowhunters getting thrown into silent city and cohort drama and all that exciting stuff!” Liv pointed out.

I-

Liv-

True though.

“Wasn’t there a serial killer when your parents were young?” David asked.

“And didn’t your uncle do necromancy?” Max said biting into a chicken wing.

True and true

“Sorry, Chouchou!” Lexi winced. “I, uh, sensed a mosquitoe on your leg.”

“Girl, your angel powers are weird as fuck,” Max laughed.

MAX LANGUAGE

“I don’t know,” the girl shrugged and threw her a wink. “I wouldn’t put anything past Lexi.”

Lexi looked at Gigi. She was one more compliment away from screaming.

But Gigi of course knew her struggle and therefore quickly stuffed a bread roll into Lexi’s mouth.

I need someone to stuff bread into my mouth when things get like this

There were rumours about David – and how Daddy had an affair. Lexi was yet to find those asshats and shove a witch light down their throats.

When you find them lemme know too.

“Or maybe it’s because you don’t need rumours be interesting,” David pointed out.

Max turned around, looking surprised at that. His cheeks turned purple. Lexi didn’t know why he was surprised. David only ever spoke fondly of Max.

JUST GET TOGETHER ALREADY OH MY GOD

“Oh. Oh! I did hear something a long time ago!” Gigi said suddenly. “Olly, is it true you were conceived at the beach?”

“Georgia, you can’t just ask people where they were conceived!” David sounded horrified.

That is very much possible.

“I heard you were conceived in hell?”

“Oh my god,” Selena looked horrified. “That’s not true! It must have been about Max!”

“Y’all I am adopted!” Max was shaking with laughter and then stopped. “Although our dads could have definitely had sex in hell. I wouldn’t put it past them.”

Oh yes. Both clace and malec.

Then they had of course continued to discuss that cursed topic until Rafael had threatened to tell the Consul about it.

LMAO

Lexi turned around and saw Liv waiting for her. Nope. She wasn’t going to talk a walk – a fucking stroll! – with Olivia all on her own.

“You are coming back to the institute with me or I will un-parabatai you.”

You know there being an un-parabatai ceremony would solve a lot of shit

What if their hands accidentally grazed or something? That shit was lethal.

RIGHT????

She is just trying to be nice. That’s what friends do. They are nice. And they give each other pretty dresses and say they would like to see them in it.

Honey that's gay.

EVERYONE ASKING HER OUT IM DEAD

Selena: Ugh boys

Selena: When I win back Idris, we are leaving all the men behind.

Lexi: Except Magnus? Lol.

Selena: Obviously.

Is that even a question Lexi? Duh.

ALEC LIGHTWOOD THOUGHT SHE WAS STRAIGHT? THE SHAME!

OH MY GOD IM CACKLING

Not everyone can kiss their partner in the Accords Hall. Some people didn’t have access to the Accords Hall.

And most important, some people didn’t have partners!

We're getting a lexi and Alec talk someone hold me

“I’m going to tell you something,” Uncle Alec said. “It might sound simple. It might sound ridiculous. But it’s the truth. So, you must believe me. Can you do that?”

Lexi gave him a small nod.

“It doesn’t matter what other people think,” Uncle Alec said. “Not when it comes to your future. Not when it comes to your identity. They don’t get to have a say in who you are and why you are the way you are.”

Lexi bit her lip.

“Alexandra, people will always tell what to do. But you shouldn’t let them. Never let anyone tell you what to do with your heart or your body. Neither belongs them. It only belongs to you.”

THIS RIGHT HERE MADE ME START CRYING BECAUSE DAMN YES!

“Yep,” she groaned and then hesitated for a moment. “Uncle Alec…Can I ask you something stupid?”

“Can I say no?”

“No.”

“Then go ahead.”

I love her so much

“I feel…I feel it’s something we have to bear, Alexandra. The fear of rejection. It’s something we have to accept as an inevitable part of our lives. Because no matter how much love we have around us, we will always be afraid of people not loving us – simply because of who we are.”

Yeah...

“Besides, they named you after me,” he pointed out. “I don’t know what else they expected.”

EXACTLY! Did they really expect a straight child after naming them after Alec?

“I do like shouting,” Lexi wondered out loud. “That’s good advice.”

“I didn’t mean it literally!” Uncle Alec looked alarmed.

“No, it makes total sense!” Lexi grinned. “Some of these people can be tone deaf. Gotta shout it out. Loud and clear. Awesome advice! Thanks, Uncle Alec!”

DO IT

“Hey, Lexi. I was wonderin-”

“MOVE, I’M GAY!” she yelled as she shoved him aside and kept on running.

ABSOLUTELY ICONIC

“I prefer she/her,” Lexi answered. "But sometimes I prefer she/they. But you can use she/her because some of y'all already shit at grammar."

That's exactly what I tell people when they ask for my pronouns. Istg people are shit at grammar.

alright girl im here to give you a lecture on how someone's dressing doesn't describe their sexuality

OH MY MY GOD THERE WAS A GENDER AND SEXUALITY CLASS IN THE ACADEMY ARE THEY RECRUITING???

One of the boys who had complimented cleared his throat. “So, uh, you don’t like boys?”

“That’s literally what I said,” Lexi rolled her eyes. “I’m gay. I’m very gay. I’m gayer than the Consul. Okay fine, that’s not true. No one gayer than the Consul. But I’m still pretty gay.”

Does the boy have hearing problems?

ALSO YES NO ONE'S GAYER THAN THE CONSUL

“Sexual orientation and gender expression are two different things,” she explained now, remember what Uncle Magnus had taught them. “Sexual orientation refers to who I am sexually and romantically attracted to. Gender expression is how I want to express my gender identity. Those two are not connected. Just because a woman wears feminine clothes it doesn’t mean she is straight. Just because a man embraces femininity, it doesn’t make him gay either. Does that make sense?”

“Ohhh,” the girl nodded. “Yes, it does. Thank you!”

“What I wear does not reflect who I like. It reflects who I am and what I like to wear,” Lexi explained. “And regardless of my sexuality, I like pretty things.”

Exactly.

“This doesn’t change anything. I hope you know that,” he told her. “I mean I have to change the pronouns in my shovel talk. But that’s not a big deal.”

Awwww

Also – my good friend Raziel told me that homophobia is a sin.”

“You mean homosexuality is a sin?” an older man asked.

“No, homophobia is a sin,” Lexi repeated. “That’s what Raziel said.”

“But that’s not-”

Someone cleared their throat. When he spoke, it was in the Consul Voice.

“Are you saying know better than Raziel?” the Consul asked.

Listen to Raziel you dumb shit

“Sure. Let me just call the Lesbian Alliance,” Lexi rolled her eyes.

Ugh I wish

OH NO NO NO NOT THE FAKE DATING. JUST CONFESS AND DATE FOR REAL

“Alexandra, I have a fucking undercut and I have pink highlights and I cuff my jeans and I literally walk around with a sword and I can quote Lady Gaga to perfection! Why would you ever think I was straight??”

Lexi your gaydar is broken bestie.

Don't do this omg this is gonna be a mess

Gigi: THIS IS A BAD IDEA. ABORT! ABORT!

Lexi: Relaaaax. It’s going to be fine!

Gigi: I’ve read enough fanfiction to know the fake dating trope never ends well!

Lexi: I’ve told you to include the ‘angst with happy ending’ tag!

LMAO

Also Gigi which fanfiction do you read?

Jace omg...

That's so him though.

“How about my peeps? It sounds very hip.”

“It does not,” Lexi replied. “Please don’t refer to us as your peeps under any circumstance."

IM SCREAMING ASHSKHSIDBSHSHDH

Her father chuckled at that. “Sweetheart, you’re a Herondale. Being problematic is what we do.”

EXACTLY

Daddy opened the notebook again. “I need names.”

Grabs flamethrower names

“Besides, the Lightwoods and Blackthorns have been hogging the gay genes for too long. Now it’s our turn. I say you gay it up.”

“Gay it up?” Lexi laughed.

“Yeah,” he grinned. “Go for the highest possible level of gay.”

DO IT

He blinked for a second and then it hit him. “OH MY GOD YES! DOES EMMA KNOW??”

Lexi laughed. Yeah, he can never find out it was a fake dating situation.

Hopefully he won't have to because it won't be fake :D

“To love is a privilege and to be loved is a blessing.”

THE GROWTH OH MY GOD

This chapter literally means so much to me. I don't even know what to say. I hope I too can one day have the courage to shout it in front of everyone and not be scared. See ya on Tuesday!

It means so much to me that this chapter meant a lot to you. I hope you find all the courage, strength and support you need. You are amazing.

And here. I made you a playlist.

You can find it here on YouTube. I hope you like it :)

[dadsbongos]

School Worker AU fic(?)

Movie/Game/Show: Danganronpa (just in general) Dynamic: idk fuckin everyone is in their senior year though Warnings: all of the danganronpa cast - unless otherwise specified - is in their senior year of hs Summary: Tsumugi makes a documentary. AU: Hope’s Peak is a shitty public school that makes their senior students work around the district in self-made or pre-existing programs in order to earn a crucial credit they need for graduation. A lot of the students want a “raise” in their wages because of the work they do, even though “raise” just means any money at all. ~~~

Maki twirled a long strand of her brown hair around her finger, eyes flickering over it boredly, “Yeah, I want to get paid for this.”

Kaito’s eyes widened, an uneasy smile crossing over his lips and nervously looking between his girlfriend and the camera, “Oh, c’mon, Maki-roll, it’s not about money! It’s about the kids!”

“It’s about the money,” Maki glared at the camera, “Pay me.”

~~

“How do I feel about being paid?” Kaede giggled nervously, looking to her other two bandmates, “Well, it’s not about the money, we like playing for kids and the elderly.”

“Ibuki mostly agrees,” the girl with wildly multi-colored began, “However, Ibuki would also like to be paid for our hard work.”

Sayaka nodded shyly, a small smile on her lips, “I like working for the kids and elderly, but I also would like to have said work rewarded, if I could.”

~~

“Yeah,” Hajime picked up yet another empty plastic water bottle with a gloved hand as he responded to the question, “I would love to get paid but nobody gives a shit about the kids cleaning.”

Chiaki, who wasn’t even holding her trash bag - preferring to have her face stuffed into her handheld, “Not paying us is the school’s way of preparing us for the years of unpaid extraneous labor ahead of us in an adult working environment… I think.”

~~

“I should be gettin’ fuckin’ paid,” Mondo grit his teeth, no longer soaping up his math teacher’s car with Kazuichi and just looking at the camera, “I don’t get stared at by those fuckers,” he jabbed a thumb in the direction of a small gaggle of giggling freshman, “for free. I hate this shit.”

Kazuichi nodded, “I don’t even get to remodel the cars! I just wash them, that’s so lame!”

~~

“Duh - yeah, I wanna get paid!” Junko scoffed, rolling her eyes, “What am I? Twelve? I don’t do this shit for nothing!”

Mukuro sighed quietly, practically elbow deep in the dirt, “You don’t do anything…”

“The hell did you say to me, you fat, ugly, skank?” the blond pressed a stiletto boot into her sister’s back, shoving her face-first into the flower beds Mukuro would now have to redo.

~~

“So,” Tsumugi Shirogane held a mic to her mouth as she stared into the camera, “with so many students demanding a raise in wages, which would mean any wages at all, let’s get to the core issue of why these students feel that their work is so reward-worthy.”

A few feet away, Mikan was watching the hostess of the documentary with nervous eyes, her heart racing as she turned to Rantaro, “Oh my God, is she g-gonna ask us questions? I’m n-not good at speaking. I-I’ll stutter and mum-mumble and she’ll ask me to re-repeat myself, oh God…”

“Hey,” Rantaro gave the girl a small smile, carefully setting his hand on her shoulder, “it’ll be okay. I can do most of the talking, if you want?”

Mikan nodded shakily, fingers intertwining and scrambling apart repeatedly, “Th-that would be p-preferred, tha-thank you…”

As Tsumugi crossed towards the students, she stuck a microphone into Rantaro’s face first, thankfully. Quick to the point, she asked him the question of the segment, “Why, exactly, do you think your work is worth the funding of payment?”

“We do basically the same amount of work that the ordinary school nurse does under regulation and we’re certain our efforts are worthy of payment,” in order to avoid the awkwardness of Tsumugi having to ask Mikan, he gestured to his partner in nursing, “We both are.”

Nodding, Tsumugi moved to place the microphone into Mikan’s face anyway, “And your thoughts?”

“Uhhhh,” Mikan froze up, patting the tips of her fingers into each other, “y-yeah?”

“Yeah, what?”

“Yeah with Rantaro…”

Tsumugi blinked at the girl, standing there for a minute before slowly nodding and turning back to the camera to continue her segment.

Mikan turned to Rantaro with wide eyes, tears already bubbling at her waterline, “Oh my God… I just did that… I just- I - oh my God…”

Rantaro nodded, crossing his arms with a pitying smile, “Yeah, that was pretty bad.”

~~

A loud, resounding thud was the opening sound of the shot, a girl landing flat on her back on a gym mat is the scene. The gymnasium is filled with a multitude of students in fighting stance - a tall girl with red eyes and a short boy with blond hair standing at the front.

Tsumugi narrowly dodges stray hits and flying bodies being tossed over shoulders as she approaches the two senior students. She judges how confrontational they both look and decides to not hastily jam her mic into either of their faces as she asks, “And what is the program you two have picked up for your required credit?”

Peko doesn’t look away from the students as she answers, “Self-defense.”

Fuyuhiko nods, “Any-fuckin’-body can sign up but most of these kids are girls and LGBT+. They’re who mostly comes.”

“Which is a whole different problem on its own,” Peko added, “The fact that they feel the need to learn self-defense rather than trust that nobody will try attacking them for simply walking down the street is rather saddening.”

“Oh, well that’s incredibly noble of you,” Tsumugi breathed out, slightly surprised - she hadn’t expected such mean-looking students to care so much

“Someone has to beat up scumbags,” the taller of the pair shrugged, “My arms were getting tired.”

“Right…” Tsumugi nodded, “uh, you two share this gym with another group, correct?”

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” Fuyuhiko glanced to one of the clocks encaged on the wall, “They should be back in- “

“We’re here for the gym!” a voice boomed out in the space, “Move out!”

“No!” Fuyuhiko shook his head, charging towards the pair and the volleyball team they were coaching that day, he jammed a finger into the girl’s shoulder, “You asshats are always too early! Peko and I got another ten minutes, at least!”

“Well, they need the gym now!” Akane gestured to the team, which was awkwardly standing around and waiting for the approval of Nekomaru and Akane to spread out to the gym, “‘Sides, it’s just five minutes!”

“Eight, now,” the blond crossed his arms, “They continue, you guys wait your turn.”

Seeing no soon-to-come resolution from the pair, Nekomaru moved past Fuyuhiko and Akane as they argued and towards Peko at the front. He rubbed the back of his neck, “We really need the gym right now. You can take our last ten minutes tomorrow if that’d be fair.”

Thinking over the proposal, Peko nodded before picking up the whistle from around her neck and blowing into it before calling to the self-defense class, “Alright, dress out and head home! Remember what you’ve learned and stay safe! Tomorrow, we’ll be meeting out by the baseball field!”

Fuyuhiko sighed, clenching his eyes shut to avoid looking at Akane’s smug grin, “You’re lucky Peko stepped in or I would’ve laid your ass out on the mat.”

“Whatever you say, baby face,” the girl snickered, strolling by to join Nekomaru’s side.

“What did you call me?!”

Tsumugi looked to the new faces, “Do you two fight like that often?”

Akane nodded confidently, “Constantly!”

Sighing, Nekomaru lowered his head, “That’s not a brag.”

“And you two do what around the school?”

“We pick up the school’s teams when the coaches are busy,” Akane pat her outrageously buff partner’s back, “You should see coach Nekomaru out there! He’s like a pro!”

“Well, that’s certainly something!” Tsumugi giggled, “And I can assume you two want to be paid for your efforts?”

“We’re supposed to be paid for this?!”

~~

“Oh my God, leave us alone, you guys are so mean, assholes!”

“Don’t say that, we’re on school grounds! A teacher could walk by at any time!”

“Can you two please be quiet? They’re not even responding to you at this point.”

“We must focus on this column entry!”

“Y-yeah… so s-stop bothering us…”

Tsumugi hesitated, looking at the camera with furrowed brows, “Do we even want to go in?”

The camera shifted with the director’s nodding, the girl sighing loudly before quietly agreeing and pushing the door open to see a classroom with only five people in it. A short boy with untamed purple hair being held back from clawing at the back of a girl with long braids and glasses by another boy with greenish hair… God, what color was that?

Another girl looked up from the desk she was sitting at, “Are you here for the documentary on student payment for their work efforts involving school credit?”

“Yes, I am,” Tsumugi was incredibly tempted to lie, say she got lost, and run out - but she didn’t. Instead, she asked them to introduce themselves.

“Kyoko Kirigiri,” the girl at the desk introduced herself with a solid nod before returning to her work.

The boy holding back his friend finally managed to calm the purple-haired one down before shyly waving, “Shuichi Saihara,” to prevent the other boy from talking, Shuichi clapped a hand over his mouth with an exhausted look, “This is Kokichi Ouma. Us three solve ‘mysteries’ around school, it’s mostly just stolen items. They,” he pointed to the pair on the other side of the room, “write the school newspaper.”

Kokichi managed to release himself from Shuichi’s grasp, immediately rushing towards Tsumugi and grabbing her long skirt between his hands and throttling her, “Help! They’ve kidnapped me! I’m being held against my will!”

“Ah!” Tsumugi screamed, looking up to Shuichi, “What is he talking about?!”

“He’s a liar,” Kyoko piped up, “He’s annoying but he gets the job done quickly so I haven’t kicked him out yet.”

The girl across the room huffed, “C-can you s-shut up over there? And you,” she pointed at Tsumugi, “hurry up and get over here s-so we can get b-back to work…”

“Right,” she nodded slowly before going over to the pair, “You two write the newspaper, that must include some interesting stories.”

“N-not really… I’m T-Toko Fukawa. That's Hi-Hifumi Yamada…” she gave the boy a side-eye, “Don’t say anything w-weird…”

“Never!” he cheered, turning to Tsumugi, “I am Hifumi Yamada- “

“Yeah,” Tsumugi sighed, already rather exhausted with his loudness, “Toko already introduced you.”

“But you may call me by my online dubbing - The Alpha and The Omega!”

“Alright,” Tsumugi dryly replied - he didn’t seem awful, but he definitely wasn’t for her.

“Wait!” Kokichi whined as the girl was leaving, grabbing at the tail of her skirt, “Didn’t you hear me earlier?! These creeps kidnapped me! They’re gonna kill me!”

“Stop talking,” Kyoko mumbled.

Shuichi sighed, running his hands through his hair, “Please, Kokichi, you’re giving me grey hairs and I’m barely eighteen…”

Tsumugi rubbed over her eyes, exhaustion ringing over her, “Me too and I haven’t even known you for ten minutes.”

~~

“No more crazies… no more crazies… no more crazies…” Tsumugi repeatedly murmured to herself as she rubbed her temples. Finally taking notice of the camera pointed at her, she hissed, “You better cut that.”

Once again, there was the motion of a nod from the director before following Tsumugi around to the back of the elementary school neighboring Hope’s Peak to find two more groups. This time, however, the two groups were working together extremely well and weren’t fighting whatsoever. Who knew how refreshing it could be to not hear yelling for five minutes?

It seemed that the third-grade student body had been split in half between a group of two and a group of three. The two were monitoring as kids ran around the large field - the three had kids standing at canvases with just a few bouncing around one with long hair tied in what appeared to be fishtail braids.

“Aw,” Tsumugi smiled at the sweet sight, “Okay, let’s go over there.”

A voice popped up from behind the camera, “I heard about these girls from the headmaster. Those two,” he pointed over to a muscular girl picking up kids on her arms with a shorter girl trailing behind her, “are Sakura Ogami and Aoi Asahina. They go around to closeby elementary schools and set up field days for the kids,” then to the group of three, made up of a white-haired girl in a long yellow overcoat, a redhead with extremely pointy boots, and the fishtail girl throwing obviously fake hits with some kids, “They’re Angie Yonaga, Himiko Yumeno, and Tenko Chabashira. They teach kids about the arts. Except for Tenko who teaches them her made up Neo-Aikido, something about controlling emotions and all that junk.”

“Wow,” Tsumugi breathed out, still approaching the two groups, “that’s so great. They seem like a fun- “

Then, out of nowhere, Tenko suddenly tossed Angie over her shoulder, causing an eruption of cheers to burst from the children.

Tsumugi’s face fell, she turned around and nearly ran out from behind the school and towards the car. Chants of “no, no, no, no” leaving her lips.

~~

“Oh, finally, normal people…”

The two boys in the copy room looked up at Tsumugi’s sigh.

“You must be the documentary girl?” the brunette smiled slightly, unevenly, “Sorry, I don’t know your name,” he lifted up a stack of papers, “Kyoko probably mentioned it but I was grading.”

“Tsumugi Shirogane!” the white-haired boy cheered, setting down the papers in his hands, “You’ve come to get my worthless opinion on whether or not student workers should be paid?! How incredible!”

“Sorry about him,” the shorter of the pair chuckled, “He has an inferiority complex. We’re working on it.”

“Uh-huh,” not as bland as she thought, apparently, “You two are… TAs?”

“Yeah,” the shorter nodded once again, “We work under Miss Yukizome, but lots of students everywhere are TAs, so I don’t think we should really have a say in this…”

“Especially me!” the other one butted in, “I barely help at all… I’m just garbage…”

“Nagito, you’re not garbage, and you do a lot!”

“With all respect, Makoto, the only reason you’re stuck with me is because all the other teachers can’t stand me!”

“Well, the only reason I’m here is because nobody else had a spot open.”

“Do you two just comfort each other about your hang-ups?”

“Yeah,” Makoto nodded, already pulling Nagito into a hug and patting his back, “it’s nice. Like super amateur therapy.”

“Painfully normal in comparison to the others,” Tsumugi turned to the camera, “Almost as plain as me.”

“No,” the voice from behind the camera peeped up again, “You’re still definitely the plainer one.”

~~

“We duel-work animal care and the occult,” Sonia cheered, holding a small puppy in her arms as Gundham fed hamsters in the back of the room, “It’s quite a bit of work but we manage, don’t we?”

Gundham nodded silently.

“Does…” Tsumugi gestured to the boy, “Does he ever speak?”

“You haven’t built enough resistance to the poison that would slip from his lips, unfortunately,” Sonia shakes her head, frowning slightly, “He doesn’t speak to people unless they’re immune.”

“And you are?”

“Surprisingly, yes!” eyes lighting up at the question, Sonia nodded excitedly, “It seems that I have managed to build up an immunity to his poison without even realizing it! Is that not amazing?”

Refraining from rolling her eyes, Tsumugi merely glanced between the beautiful blond and the boy hiding his bright red face in his scarf, “It truly is amazing, yes. How wonderfully random.”

“Wanna go?” the director asked.

“Yeah…”

~~

The camera aimed at a downcast Tsumugi, a frown depressingly obvious over her features. The voice behind the camera popped up, “Wanna try Celestia at the math club again?”

“And get told that only people she hates more than her own clubmates are theatre kids and then get called theatre kids and yelled at to get out again?” the girl grumbled, letting her microphone fall down into her lap as she sat slumped against the wall, “No thanks, Monokuma.”

“I mean, she’s not wrong,” the camera turned to show off the boy going by Monokuma with heterochromatic black-and-red eyes, half-and-half dyed hair between white and black. He snickered, “Yeah, I’m a big theatre kid. It’s unfortunate. You are, too, just let it go.”

“She might be right, but it’s still mean!”

[jimlingss]

Sugar and Coffee [2]

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

➜ Words: 2.2k

➜ Genres: 99.5% Fluff, 0.5% Angst, Pâtisserie school!AU

➜ Summary: It isn't hard to be a pâtisserie chef, but it's not a piece of cake either. It seems like for you in particular, life keeps throwing in one wrench after another. It always finds ways to make your sweets bitter. The cherry on top is Jeon Jungkook — a rival with a sensitive sweet tooth who always finds ways to complain about you.

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“In this recipe, we’re using baking soda instead of baking powder. Why? Does anyone remember the reason when we talked about our recipe of mille-feuille?”   You’re twirling your pen in your hand, bored out of your mind while someone answers that baking soda doesn’t have the acid that baking powder would normally add and how baking soda has much stronger leavening power than baking powder.   Theory has never been your area of expertise. You’ve always preferred to do the actual baking and go through trial and error than learning through the textbook. So with your mind wandering and from fear of falling asleep, you pull out your phone to text Seokjin. He’s been answering your texts slower these days.   “Alright, next class we’ll put our hands to work in the kitchen. Don’t pack up yet! I got some emails asking about the midterm so I just wanted to answer those questions here! Yes, it will be a collaborative exam and you can re-make anything that we’ve learned thus far in the semester. Baking is all about working together, so before I leave, I’ll post who everyone’s partners are. Come down and take a look before you go.”   With the lecture finished, you pack up your belongings, shoving it all into your bag and swinging the strap over your shoulder to walk down the steps. It’s crowded already, but as people filter out, you’re able to get ahead to look at the paper.   And as luck would have — you’re partnered with Jeon Jungkook.   It’s outrageous. As if having the same internship for three months wasn’t enough, now he’s your midterm partner.   You spin around to the teacher, beelining straight to him. But Jeon Jungkook beats you to it.   “Is there a possible way I can switch my partner?”   “I second that.” For once, you back him up. It’s probably the only thing you can agree on.   Jungkook looks to you before redirecting his attention back at the man who has his brow quirked. “Is there a legitimate reason?”   “Umm….”   “Our schedules don’t align,” Jungkook lies without batting a lash.   “Yeah.” You nod. “He has classes when I don’t and uh, he’s working on different projects when I have work….”   “It would be more convenient if we had different partners.”   “Wow, you two figured out you have incompatible schedules a minute into finding out you’re partners? Well, I’m sure you two can work something out.” Mr. Chu smiles, overly positive in a way that irks you. “Things have a way of working themselves out.”   In these circumstances, you’re not too sure about that.   Jungkook swallows hard, finding whatever excuse he can. “I’m afraid Y/N won’t pull her weight.”   “Excuse me?!” You can’t believe he blatantly threw you under the bus in front of your face. “That’s completely untrue! He won’t be able to pull his weight.”   “We’re just incompatible partners.” Jungkook outright ignores you. “I am happy to work with anyone, Mr. Chu. Just not her. Park Jimin said he would be fine to switch his partner and work with me.” He hitches a thumb over his shoulder to his timid friend standing near the door who realizes he’s being talked about and gives a polite wave.   Yet, the teacher gives a long sigh. “Look, you two. I know there’s bad blood between you both but wouldn’t this be a great opportunity to overcome that like the adults that you are?”   “I—”   “Mr. Chu—”   “I’m sorry, but there won’t be any switching.” He shakes his head. “Often times, you can’t choose who you work with in the real world. You just have to get over it and be professional. Learn a two or thing from that. That’s the point of this midterm. If there are concerns about the project, then you can visit my office hours. Otherwise, you’ll be working together and that’s final.”   It’s official. You hate your fine pastries class — and it used to be your favourite too.   “Fuck. Fuck,” he’s muttering, kicking the gravel from underneath his feet. You approach him with crossed arms.   “You don’t have to keep saying it.”   “What? That this fucking sucks?”   “Look, I don’t like you anymore than you like me. You don’t have to make it harder than it needs to be.”   “Oh yeah? You want to make it less hard? How about you stop existing then.”   “Okay, fuck you, Johnson. Stop pouting like you’re fucking four years old. Are we going to talk about the project or do you want to flunk?”   “Stop calling me Johnson.”   “Or else what?”   Jungkook rolls his eyes. “You’re so childish.”   “I’m the childish one?” you scoff in disbelief. “I’m not the one practically throwing a tantrum.”   “Whatever. But what’s there to talk about? We’ll make carrot cake.”   “What the hell?” You’re appalled. He’s not even going to ask you? “No, we’ll make the charlotte royale.”   “No, you idiot.” He pinches the bridge of his nose.   You scoff again. This was absolutely unbelievable. It’s a shame that no one’s listening into this conversation — there’s no way you would be able to retell just how absurd this was. “Did you just call me an idiot?”   “Yes, carrot’s the easiest. We’ll get it done and over with.”   “I don’t want to get it done and over with.” You point right at him. “Unlike you, I care about my grades, okay? So what if it’s easy? It won’t get us the marks we need.”   “Since when did you care about your grades?”   “Okay, fuck off, Jeon.”   Having enough of him, you decide to walk away but Jungkook soon calls out after you. “Are you going to give me your phone number?”   You’re horrified enough to spin around and regard him with a disgusted expression. “What? No!”   “For the project, you dumbass. You think I’m asking because I want to know?”   You roll your eyes to the back of your skull and close the distance with three strides again. Surprisingly, the both of you civilly exchange contact information without ripping each other’s heads off but you don’t want to be with him longer than you need to. “When are we going to meet up? We should decide so I don’t have to text you.”   “I’m fine with whenever.”   “Tomorrow then.”   “Sure.”   You leave already texting Jin your grievances. He doesn’t answer since he’s so busy, but you’re ready to unload.   //   The next day comes too quickly.   The first person you see in the morning is the last person you ever want to see — and Jungkook isn’t amused either. He regards you with a lazy gaze, dark circles, oversized black hoodie and jeans that he probably picked up off his floor and put on after giving a good sniff.   Other partners are already in the kitchen figuring out their recipes, but you have yet to decide what to make. You swear the asshat is just disagreeing with you to make it harder and more miserable.   “What don’t you understand? What you’re asking for is too unreasonable.”   “Really? You think whipping meringue by hand is too difficult? Maybe you shouldn’t be baking then, Jeon.”   “It’s time consuming,” he groans and rubs his temple. “And it’s not worth it. If you want to spend your time doing something impressive than we should make something like fucking I don’t know, Napoleon cake and call it a day.”   “Okay, sounds good to me.”   “What? Actually?”   “I don’t see why not. You can make the puff pastry while I make the custard. We assemble together.”   “You make it sound easier than it’ll be, but fine. We can meet up tonight. What, don’t give me that look. It’s not like you’re busy. And spending time with your boyfriend doesn’t constitute as being busy. The sooner we get this done, the sooner it’s over.”   “Fine. How about eight?”   “Seven thirty. See you then.”   You’re exasperated. He’s a jerk. And you go on your way while shaking your head.   8:21 am. Y/N: still cant believe my luck   5:43 pm. Seokjin: Hey where are you?  5:44 pm. Seokjin: We should meet

Jungkook lives his life precariously. He is flexible and follows his instincts. That’s not to say he’s irresponsible, reckless or that he’s fickle. He’s adaptable and it’s the reason why he started baking anyways — a whim that he fell in love with. 

  Jungkook prefers to go with his gut feeling than plan every step of the way. And it’s his gut feeling that tells him you’re nothing but an absolute headache.   “Let me suck on your muffin.”   Yoongi’s expression dies, washing over into an impassive state. “Say that again, Kim, and I’ll never bring my extra muffins again.” Taehyung whines on the couch while Jimin laughs. Yoongi looks over at Jungkook. “Hey, want one, Kook?”   He tosses him a blueberry muffin anyhow but Jungkook chucks it at Hoseok who catches it in both hands, almost missing. “Nah. What time is it? I gotta go.”   “Where are you going on a Friday night at seven?”   “Ooh, it’s a date, isn’t it?” Taehyung grins. “What kind of girl?”   “Who is it?” Hoseok clarifies the question, cheek full of muffin. “I haven’t heard you talk about anyone ever.”   “He wishes.” Jimin giggles, have an inkling of where it was he was going.   “it’s not a date, dumbass. I have a meeting with my midterm project partner.”   “Damn,” Yoongi comments, biting into the muffin he baked earlier in class. “That’s rough.”   “His partner’s Y/N,” Jimin says with a sparkle in his eye, watching Jungkook get up from the couch.   Taehyung’s eyes bulge. They nearly fall out of their sockets and he wheezes, pounding his chest as part of the muffin stuck in his gullet. “You’re partners with that psycho bitch?”   “Yeah.” The youngest of all of them sighs. “I couldn’t change.”   Jungkook walks past, but Yoongi stops him, plopping a hand on his shoulder. The usually cold man seems sympathetic for once and holds up his muffin. “Are you sure you don’t want one?”   He dreads it — having to ditch his friends on a Friday night and the warmth of his dorm room. All in exchange for the chilly wind outside and the empty kitchens that’re eerie without souls inside them, just metal bowls and silver appliances. But Jungkook drags himself there anyway.    He’s ten minutes early since he’s not one to leave people waiting.    But when seven thirty eventually rolls around, you’re nowhere in sight.   7:34 pm. Jungkook: Are you coming or not   He waits for an additional twenty minutes, sitting on the stool, playing games on his phone. Then he realizes the time and gets started anyhow. The puff pastry always takes longer to make anyways. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t frustrated — Jungkook’s frankly pissed off and if you decided to ditch him, you’ll have one or two things coming, that’s for sure.   Jungkook beats two ounces of butter with a tablespoon of sugar. Then he folds in two beaten eggs, one tablespoon vinegar, cold water, three tablespoons of vodka, and salt. He folds in the two and a half cups of flour and forms a dough in his hands until it’s soft and pliable.    Right when he wraps the bowl in plastic and slides it into the fridge to chill for an hour, the door to the kitchen opens.   “You’re late.”   You’re not even dressed in an apron nor is your hair tied back like it’s supposed to be but he doesn’t comment.   “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you? It’s been an hour and I’m done my part.”   Silence.   You don’t respond. Jungkook scoffs.   It was a new low for you to give him the silent treatment when you’re the late one. Your head is downcasted, facing away from him, giving him the cold shoulder. You don’t spare him one glance as you go over to the fridge, pulling out eggs, sugar, flour, milk, vanilla beans, and butter.   You pour milk into the saucepan haphazardly and it splashes everywhere on the counter.   “Hey, watch it!”    Jungkook rips the carton away from your hands. He didn’t know you were this much of an amateur.   He watches you in mortification as you move to the flour bag, scooping out a whole cup instead of six tablespoons. He wonders if you had a stroke. “Y/N, you’re supposed to do the eggs next. What the hell is wrong with—”   You burst into tears.    Jungkook’s heart stutters. He pales. He freezes in place. He feels his entire body go rigid.    And his brain breaks.   …..   What.   Tears. Full on tears are streaming down your face. You’re wailing, covering your face with your floured hands and crying into them. Your entire frame shakes as devastation wrecks through your entire body. He’s never seen you look so small before. He’s never seen you cry.   Jungkook puts milk down, swallowing hard. He watches you with eyes as big as saucers. “I...I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”   You sob. “J-Jin brok..e up w-with m...e.”

[bigskydreaming]

I know how you feel about anyone other than Dick using thr Robin title, so for all of his successors, what mantle would you give them based in who they were. I know Jason becomes Red Hood and Stephanie became Spoiler, but if they could have skipped being Robins altogether, what would you have done?

Ah no, apparently I have not been clear here, so allow me to clarify.......all my rants about the Robin title notwithstanding, I have ZERO problem with there being other Robins besides Dick, and the others using the name as well. My only bone of contention is that I think the emphasis should be on the fact that later Robins are Dick’s legacy, rather than just Batman’s partner. Robin means something in and of itself, because of Dick. He wasn’t just Batman’s partner, he was one of the founders and leaders of the Titans, he had his own symbolism and meaning to the citizens of Gotham that was entirely distinct from Batman’s, rather than just being Batman-lite as his sidekick.......Robin was a distinct identity and mantle by the time it ever passed on to Jason......and it was the role of ROBIN that Jason and the others stepped into when it came their turn, not simply “Batman’s sidekick.” 

If the latter were all that mattered, they could have had any name, unique to each of them. But they all for various reasons took up a mantle that already had a history, a reputation, and those things were Dick’s, because he’s the one who made all that, who established that. It wasn’t Bruce’s just by association, and so the thing that bugs me is when the later Robins are treated or written as seeing no real connection between Robin and Dick other than him having come before them......and making Robin and everything it meant to them and everything they did as Robin entirely about Bruce and being his partner, as though it had nothing to do with the actual originator of the legacy they chose to be part of.

So really, my big beef about the Robins is just wanting to see Dick more often actually respected by those that followed him, rather than resented or just apathetic towards him. Cuz like, why take up a role that means nothing to you, instead of establishing your own? Why link your identity and reputation and message to everyone who saw you to the legacy of someone you don’t respect or have any real use for? You wouldn’t, IMO. It doesn’t make any sense for Robin to be SUCH a strong part of each of the later Robins identities if the mantle of ROBIN, specifically, didn’t hold weight for them. 

And even with say Tim, who had more than just Dick as a predecessor and someone to associate the Robin mantle with, like......you still can’t separate him from it and his role as originator of it, because while Jason absolutely made Robin his own and was worthy of recognition in his own right, he was still building on a foundation that Dick established first, and you can’t just yank that foundation out from under all that and act like everything atop it could still exist if it hadn’t been there to build upon in the first place.

So yeah, I’ve never had a problem with others using the name Robin, just the way he’s so often hipchecked out of having anything to do with who gets to USE his legacy or treated like what happens with his legacy should have absolutely nothing to do with him. And I think a bigger deal should be made out of the times Bruce or others have decided its their place to pass on DICK’S legacy than the one time Dick actually had the nerve to make a deliberate decision about his own legacy himself. 

I get that the whole Tim and Damian thing was written messily as hell, and there’s plenty of ways and reasons in which its understandable that Tim was upset at the specifics of HOW that went down, but the way its regarded as though Dick just had absolutely no right to say “this is my mantle that I created, and for various reasons I think its important to give it to Damian right now and that has absolutely nothing to do with not valuing Tim or his skills”.....not to mention the fact that this has over the years been regarded as SO much more controversial than Bruce giving the mantle to Jason without any input from Dick or even a headsup.....when Dick wasn’t just part of a chain of succession but rather the originator of that chain who had absolutely no intention of anyone else but him wearing it or being known by it, which in my mind is an even greater slight because here there wasn’t even any precedence of multiple wearers making it more of a role worn by many, but rather just straight up giving someone the end results of someone else’s hard work building up that role without ever asking if he was okay with someone else sharing what he made for HIMSELF......THAT’S what bugs, specifically.

Like, so many people write stories about how much this mantle and identity mean to each of these later characters and yet a good half of them also make the case that the guy whose literal legacy it is somehow means nothing to them at all, or else is outright disliked, resented, or viewed with varying degrees of contempt.

Make it make sense, you know?

I mean RIP to popular fanon versions of Jason, Tim and Damian, but if I were gonna be a superhero only identifiable or known to the public by my superhero alter ego, I’m gonna go with the mantle of someone I actually respect and admire and build off what they started or else I’m gonna make up my own damn name and start from scratch. But I mean hey, that could just be me being weird huh hfaklhflkahflakf.

But yeah ultimately it has nothing to do with thinking Dick should be the only Robin or even with the specific origins of the Robin name and WHY Dick picked it, like whether it was because it was his mother’s nickname for him or just modeled after Robin Hood, like either way it all boils down to the same thing for me: characters who take up a legacy mantle that someone else has built a preexisting reputation around should, idk, have at least some respect or admiration for the guy whose rep they’ve made the conscious choice to link themselves to and springboard off of, or else it just begs the question why didn’t they just build their own rep from ground zero like he did in the first place. As the unspoken answer that I think a lot of fans don’t really think about here being that this actually kinda makes them look like ungrateful asshats who want the perks of starting out Day One with a rep that someone else laid the groundwork for but don’t want to offer up any acknowledgments to the predecessor who did that work without having anyone else to pave the way for him. 

And remember, we’re talking about a mantle that’s KNOWN for sticking out like a sore thumb.....the bright colored, laughing child hero that SHOULDN’T be able to hold his own in a city like Gotham, but that everyone knows CAN and does just that.......because Dick established that it was possible, made himself into someone that was respected and viewed as capable even when by all appearances he shouldn’t be. Someone like Robin was ONLY unprecedented in a city like Gotham for Dick himself....because for every Robin after him, he was the precedent, the reason none of the others at least had to prove that Robin was a figure to be taken seriously......because he'd already established that, against all odds. Sure, the others absolutely all had their own struggles but like.......end of the day, they all wanted to be Robin because Robin already MEANT something to people, something they believed in themselves and wanted to embody, and its just weird to me how many fans try and act like none of that has anything to do with.....the character who like.....made it mean something to people.

LOL anyway, sorry for the complete non-answer to your question, but its only because its not a question I really have an answer for since I DONT actually want any of the others to not have been Robin. I honestly can’t really picture it because they are all very much Robins and tied to the mantle as well in my mind, and like, with reason and with it being a good thing. My eternal crankiness about the Robin mantle is really just 100% about it being a legacy mantle that people keep trying to distance from the character its the actual legacy of.