#i guess i'll figure it out when the wallpaper is down because this thing is u g l y

[sakumz]

Happy 100 followers 🌸✨ some name suggestions you could write for could be souma, rei, or tatsumi! i'm not sure if we're supposed to send in an idea or prompt along with the names, so i'll just leave these here for now. Feel free to write anything, of course!! It is your own choice in writing after all. Thank you! I really love your works ❤️‍🔥

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₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. [ k. souma x gn reader ]

warning❗: slight ooc

genre 𑁍 : fluff

wc ⚘ :ㅤ

a/n ꕤ : I'll write for rei and tatsumi on a separate post, thanks for the sweet message!! (๑-﹏-๑)

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" you didn't come to school... because of a kitten? " souma questions when he arrived over to your house to hand you the school works you missed.

well your dad sudden suprise last night was really the reason you didn't come to school. why study when you can spend some time with a cute fluffy animal, that'll give you less stress than school.

" um... yeah I can't really leave it alone especially when there's no one home... don't worry though, I'll come to school tomorrow just tell keito I'll miss akatsuki practice for a day until I figure out how to properly care for it, " you replied as souma sat down next to you to pat the kitten.

you thanked souma for the school stuff and left it on the table before placing the kitten in a box for it to sleep. you suggested to stay in the living room to talk to souma since well, it's weird if he just left after giving you the school work.

" say, you won't mind if I come over sometime to take care of this kitten right? " souma asked, having taken a slight interest in the kitten.

" oh, like we're raising a child together? "

" I guess... "

days become weeks, its been almost a month since souma's request. he did indeed come over whenever he can to help 'raise' the kitten which was just helping you feed the kitten and then playing a bit before leaving the house. he starts completing his homework with you at your house too.

" did you notice the cat picture on souma's wallpaper? " makoto asked the person seating next to him, hokuto, as you silently eat your food seating directly infront of makoto.

it was just you and the two members of trickstar at the cafeteria, supposedly enjoying a meal as they 'owed' you after you helped them with their event proposal. subaru and mao had other things to do so they weren't present at the moment while the other two offer to pay you back right now. they just paid for the meal and are now accompanying you.

" the cat is similar to the one y/n showed us the other day? " hokuto replies as makoto gave you a glance.

" what about the cat? " suspiciously looking back to makoto as he clears his throat.

" are you both dating? " he wants tea!? was all you could think of with the question.

" no, well we're just raising it together. "

" like a family? "

" yes like a family. "

hearing the familiar voice, souma was standing beside you. he placed a hand on your shoulder before asking for permission to seat next to you, to which you agreed. seeing this, makoto and hokuto couldn't help but feel that they should leave you both alone to talk. so they made an excuse to leave and you just let them go.

" there's something I want to confess to you, " souma starts as you stopped eating to look at him.

" uh huh, what is it? "

" I love you. "

hearing the words spill out of his lips, you couldn't help but say the same thing to him. that's how love started for the both of you, though it actually started the moment souma offered to take care of the cat with you.

[liledgyacrobat]

Don't mind me venting but I've been obsessed lately with how my relationships with some colours and colour in general changed over the years. Idk if there have been like psych studies about this or anything but. This is just me ranting about colours in my life idk this turned out waaay longer than I expected so yup all under the cut see you there.

(also please if you want to go on and on about your colours, feel free to add to this post I love to hear about people's colours)

Let's talk about red. So. My mom loves decorating and repainting rooms so even though we never moved, I've known 3 to 5 different versions of almost every room in our home. So I took that from here and I do like to repaint my room every now and then (yes that's relevant for the rest). So when I got into secondary school, wasn't a kid anymore, I wanted to redo my room and my mom offered to do it all over for my birthday (I wasn't allowed in my room for a week while she and my sister redecorated it all, big surprise and everything). The theme was basically black and white with specks of red and floral stickers on the walls. I loved it. Loved red. My favourite jacket was red, up until high school my favourite dress was red (and I didn't even wear dresses, I just had the one, that was red, and that I only wore on Christmas). I just couldn't wear and have and see enough red stuff.

Then I rejected red entirely. I didn't notice it at first, but thinking back, it's so obvious. I stopped wearing red. Sure when I got into high school and became that angsty teenager I wore fewer colours, more blacks and greys and browns, but red was still present from time to time. But at some point, I couldn't stand that colour anymore. When I moved out of my parents' house I visited a flat and when I got to the kitchen that was entirely painted red, even though the whole flat was great and in a good location, there was no way I could live there. But it hit me a couple months ago: I don't have many memories of high school, even less of secondary school, because I put it all away, 12-14 were the worst years of my (short) life and I hated almost every second of it. But I associated red so much with this period, that I couldn't stand the view of just a colour. High school was 6 years ago. I didn't have decorations or wear red clothes in 5 years.

In my first apartment, I decorated it in blues and green. My bedsheets were blue, I died my hair blue and green for almost a year. These two colours have followed me ever since. I started saying green was my favourite colour. I said I didn't like warm colours (fun fact: blue used to be considered a warm colour a few centuries ago). I used to say blue was the warmest colour before it was a thing. Blue felt safe, green felt like home, I needed those colours with me. Last year I painted my whole living room green with jungle décor.

But here's the thing: for the past couple of years, I've been obsessed with yellow. And not greeny kinds of yellow. I'm in love with deep warm ochres, mustard yellows and everything (and don't tell me about fashion and trend, I was into yellow before it was cool and six months later everything was yellow). Me??? Warm colours??? I didn't even notice it, at some point I must have bought a mustard sweatshirt and here I am now surrounding myself with yellow. Every time I see something yellow I'm like "ooh pretty" and then process that yeah it's yellow of course you think it's pretty. Sometimes I don't see it and my roommate has to tell me it's yellow and that's why you love it. I don't mind, I love loving yellow, that's a pretty colour. But it just happened... out of the blue? (see what I did there?) One day I wasn't like ugh warm colours and the next I was in love with yellow. Still didn't like red though. Well, sharp reds. I could do with dark, wine reds, purple reds. Not-so-warm reds. Orange was on thin fucking ice, had to be a very specific orange.

Remember my black and white and red room? I skipped a step there, in high school I repainted it in shades of brown, chocolate brown, taupe brown. Anyway. But last summer, I did it over again (that brown was so ugly omg I don't know how I put up with it for so long). With a dark blue wall. Because of course. But also yellow and orange decor. Yellow had been the main colour in my wardrobe for a year (so much so that I could go a whole week wearing yellow) (my friend called me Maya the Bee), but except for a plaid, yellow wasn't decoration material yet. But now yellow is starting to feel like me. Although I can't for the love of god imagine having a yellow wall. I don't know why, I just can't.

In the past few weeks, I've been thinking about redoing my room at my own place (yes I did the one at my parents' first but my place has a 4-meter tall ceiling so I can't just improvise, I need tools and a tall enough ladder) and I'm stuck with what colour scheme I want. Because do you know what colour I keep thinking about? Red and orange. Not like 4 red walls but. Red??? How am I even considering red??? And yet here I am. But a part of me is still like ugh no you don't like red and then the other part is trying to convince me that red is actually a pretty colour. And I'm just supposed to sit here and accept a colour that I rejected for almost a quarter of my life. That I've been rejecting for six (6) years. And it's so weird and I can't shake this feeling that red feels wrong.

But do you know what also happened in the last... 6 months maybe? I never talked this much about secondary school and high school and what I endured and lived during these years. Now that's just my two-bit psychology but. Maybe I've just started putting it all behind and liberating myself for the harassment and the pain and the self-hatred I suffered all those years ago. Maybe I'm healing a bit. And maybe red is starting to grow on me again.

[angsty-nerd]

Meta: Echo’s Big Fight in 3x09

Let's talk about the Big Echo fight. Because wandering around in the fandom this past week, I’ve seen a lot of very specific conclusions as far as what they were or weren't arguing about, and I’m not sure my take on that scene really aligns with other folks. So let me try to break it down a bit and give y’all an alternative perspective on it.

To start with, the scene opens with Max on edge because they're breaking and entering. Liz is singularly focused on the mission, and he's kinda freaking out. Instead of responding to his concerns, Liz gets straight to business.

"Ooh, ooh, this is interesting. Heath left Genoryx two days after I did. Must have realized he didn't need to be working underneath their corporate thumb."

Liz is kinda projecting here. Heath never once displayed any discomfort with Genoryx as a company the way that she did. He wanted her to stay. He wanted the resources there. We know these things as an audience, and Liz would too if she was thinking through the big picture at this point in time.

Max, on the other hand, doesn't know any of that. Here's what Max hears from Liz: he hears surprise. He hears Liz acknowledge that this is unexpected news. And right as he’s processing this unexpected reveal...Max sees Heath's Wild Pony t-shirt.

Weird coincidence #1 from Max's POV was Heath (the guy who is currently so pissed at Liz that he won't take her calls) supposedly rescuing Liz's science out of the good of his heart so that Genoryx doesn’t get their hands on it? This doesn't add up.

Weird coincidence #2 was Heath quitting Genoryx - a decision Heath made that Liz wasn't expecting.

The Wild Pony t-shirt is now the 3rd thing that doesn't add up. And if the t-shirt clue isn't adding up for you, see my post about it here:

The T-shirt is strike 3 for Max. He can't really pretend that he's not suspicious of Heath anymore. So he broaches the subject with her.

"How much do you know about this guy, Heath? How close were you?"

Max is feeling uncomfortable and looking for more information. He's trying to make the clue make sense. Why would Heath have the T-shirt? Does he have a connection to Roswell that Liz doesn't know about? And Liz doesn’t listen.

"This isn't the time to be jealous about a boy I met."

For all that Liz is clinical and on mission, she jumps very quickly to assuming that Max is NOT on mission. Yes, Max is inherently more emotional than she is. But throughout the episode he's been asking questions about Heath and NOT JUMPING TO CONCLUSIONS. That's one of the keys to me here. Max really is trying to give her the benefit of the doubt about him.

At Liz's house, he asked about "the boyfriend" but he wasn't doing it in a jealous or judgy way. If anything it could almost be interpreted as concern. He started with "were you happy" and only when Liz kind of metaphorically admitted that any happiness was a façade...that's when he brought Heath into it. And yeah, Liz says that he impacted her life and helped her grow, but she didn't exactly express romantic feelings that would make Max jealous. So when she basically jumped straight to the jealousy assumption instead of actually discussing this with him, he starts getting worked up. Because she is not hearing him. She is not acknowledging that the facts they have found during this investigation are not adding up. So he is honest and blunt about what he's thinking.

"I'm just saying it's possible that he took your one-of-a-kind alien spores and quit, so that, just like you, he could use the research himself, free of Genoryx."

Max is the one who brings the science into this conversation. Not Liz. And he's not criticizing or questioning HER application of the science. He's questioning the trustworthiness of Heath. Because the lies are starting to jump out at him like a friggin’ neon light.

BUT — now that he's specifically brought up the science, he has her attention. Because Max questioning her science is HER sore spot. So what does she say back to him? Something kinda judgy.

"That grand trust speech certainly had a short shelf life."

Side note: I really don't think there actually was a "grand trust speech" in this episode. I can think of a few scenes where there might have been an opportunity for one. In particular during the milkshake scene when he admits to saving her tapes. But they actually don't talk about trust in that scene. They talk about having hard conversations. They talk about moving forward instead of looking backwards. But they don't talk about trust. My guess is that there might have been content cut for time at some point in this episode, that may have included some grand declaration from Max, but that's really just speculation on my part.

Regardless…Liz's response to Max bringing up the science is to basically accuse him of not trusting her. Which is not what he was saying. He was not questioning her use of the science. He was questioning her trust in Heath through the context of her science. So he elaborates on what he IS saying, and as he does, he's getting more and more worked up...because this does relate directly to his personal fears, and, frankly, his buried trauma that he's never properly addressed.

"I trust you. Okay? But I don't trust some guy I have barely met with a secret that could endanger me, could endanger my family and break the frickin' Internet if it came out."

Max doesn't know Heath, and he doesn't trust Heath with a secret that could endanger Michael and Isobel. His emotions are escalating, because now he's thinking about the science that scares him in the hands of a guy that all signs points to being potentially untrustworthy, and he's triggered.

BUT he doesn't back up his argument. He doesn't point out the very specific evidence he's identified that Heath is probably lying to Liz.

And Liz is inherently reactive and sometimes overly defensive (see 1x09 list of Liz's flaws). So even though he's focused on Heath, she immediately reacts defensively and takes it as a criticism of HER.

"You think I would let myself be conned?"

"No, I think you came out here looking for a partner, and it could blind you."

*deep breath* and this is where it starts to get personal. And rough. Max isn't entirely wrong here. But he also kind of is. Liz didn't choose Genoryx for partnership. She was looking for resources, freedom to do the science she wanted to do, and to save her father from deportation.

But partnership? Yeah, Liz wanted that. But she wanted that from MAX. She was looking for partnership in life, not in science.

And now that Max has thrown that direct criticism out there, Liz is going to throw a bomb right back at him.

"Just because you sabotaged me when I thought you were mine does not mean that Heath would take the same path."

Ouch. This is the hardest line in this whole scene for me to work with. Because it is combative. And purposefully hurtful.

BUT…she is NOT TALKING ABOUT HER SCIENCE. She has not said a single word about her science in this argument. She moved past that. She had the epiphany that she was wrong and she apologized (3x03). That is in the past for her.

This argument, for Liz, is about betrayal. This is about her believing that they were going to be partners and move their lives forward together (2x12), and right when she believed in that future, Max made another massive decision that directly impacted her life (just like he did in 1x13) instead of working with her to make big decisions together.

"And just because you changed the wallpaper doesn't mean you've mended your blind spots."

I really hate this "change the wallpaper" line. It feels like they're mixing metaphors. Liz called her life a commercial. Max is saying that she's changed her decor. Like...pick one and stick with it.

That aside… I think this barb is about her arrogance. Earlier in the scene, she seemed baffled at the idea that Max believes she could have been conned by Heath, because Liz is used to always being the smartest person in the room. She thought she was smarter than Diego and he figured her out. She believed her lab was secure, but Diego (possibly) got in. Sometimes, like most scientists, Liz is so bogged down in the complicated, brilliant details she’s thinking through, that she misses simple things that contribute to the big picture. And I think that's what Max is getting at here. In her arrogance, she believes that she can control the Heath situation. But she's not acknowledging the human factor here - that Heath is a person who may have his own unspoken ulterior motives driving him. Just like Diego did. She's just not seeing what Max is seeing.

BUT - again I'll say. Max is also not communicating the scope of the evidence he is collecting. They're both wrong here.

"I have learned my lessons, but you... oh, my God, you sound an awful lot like the guy who blew up my lab. So forgive me, but you're making it perfectly clear why I felt like I had to go and change the wallpaper."

This is the only line where Liz even comes close to talking about her science, but again, she's talking about his betrayal. She's talking about him undermining their partnership. She's talking about her need for a change of scenery from HIM.

And that’s when Max blows out the safe and they put the fight on hold to finish their investigation.

But, to sum it up…the fight was all about trust and betrayal. It was necessary for them to work through it, though frankly? I wish they could have finished the discussion. Because instead of them coming to some sort of peace with their trust in each other, the truth came out about Heath, Liz realized that she was wrong, she apologized, and they moved forward together, on mission.

I can’t help pointing out though…after the fight and Liz's epiphany about Heath, Max and Liz spent at least 15 hours in a car together. And I'm sorry, I refuse to believe that they didn't talk about anything important for 15 hours. Fic writers assemble? 😆

Many thanks to @ober-affen-geil for doing a quick review and checking me on opinions vs facts. Very important.

And for my next trick… road trips, life choices, and Robert Frost! Coming soon to a Tumblr near you…

[crashdevlin]

Another Second Chance 18- Therapy

Another Second Chance Masterlist, Happily Ever Eventually Masterlist

Author’s Note: The final (hopefully) installment of the Happily Ever Eventually RPF series.

Summary: Y/n finds herself a new house and Misha is determined to make it a huge project.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word count: 2993

Story Warnings: past cheating, mentions of FFM threesome, not much in this one

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“It’s pretty, right?” I ask, looking around the open concept of the first floor of this $350,000 house.

“Kitchen’s kinda outdated,” Jensen says, pointing at the fridge. “I mean, that fridge has gotta be from when you were in high school.”

“I could buy new appliances, Jay. Get a natural gas stove set up. Install some cabinet pulls, because I’m not a really big fan of this whole lack of elements.” I gesture at the cabinets. “Probably stain it a little darker to go against the flooring. But it’s pretty, right?”

Jay smiles. “Yeah. It’s pretty...and it’s about twice as big as the one you’ve been living in. Which is what you need.”

“Yeah. Walk-in closet in the master, too. It’ll be a good place to put the security hub.”

“Or you could put the security hub in the closet in the den and put your clothes in the master closet,” Jay suggests, grumpy old man in his tone. "And if you're gonna update the kitchen, you gotta update the bathrooms. Get one of those-"

"I am not getting an automatic toilet!" I laugh. "No one needs that!"

"Of course no one needs it but it's freakin' awesome!"

"Okay, Dean," I tease.

"Dean would agree with me. Automatic toilet, with the bidet and the-"

"Dean Winchester would break an automatic toilet and then complain that it's a damn computer which means he can't fix it without help."

Jay laughs. "He'd still think it was cool."

"He'd be down for the heated seat. I will give you that much."

He smiles as he looks around. "So...are we looking at your new digs or what?"

I bite my bottom lip and run my hand over the granite countertop. “Shouldn’t I ask Nova's opinion? It's gonna be her home, too."

"She's a teenager. As long as she's got her own room, I'm sure she's gonna be fine." He sets his hands on my shoulders and smiles. "But you can show her pictures or bring her by before you sit down with the realtor."

I nod and smile. "It's in the right school district and a bigger room for her and for Mav and the bonus room can be an office. I really think it's the place."

"Then get it," he encourages. "Get it, Baby Girl. We can make it perfect. I'm no stranger to a little reno."

"Please," I start, laughing. "A contractor did the work on your old place. Shush."

He looks a little offended. "I helped. I painted. I installed the sink in the half bath off the kitchen."

"Fine. You can stain these cabinets for me." I wink and step away from him. I'm gonna get this house. "Come on." I walk to the foyer where the realtor is waiting and I smile at him. "Can I put in an offer now or should I wait a few hours?" He smiles brighter than the sun.

"You can make an offer anytime, Miss."

Miss. Still young enough to get 'miss'. "Good. Let's do this."

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"Four bedroom, 2 and a half bath, 3200 square feet with an office next to the master bed. It needs some updating and work...had a contractor quote me $60,000 but that's not bad...covers new appliances, too."

"I could come down and help," Misha offers. "You know, a lot of that stuff you can DIY and I can help with most of it."

"You don't have to do that, Meesh."

"Why would I let you spend that much money on something I could help you with for a fraction of the cost?"

"Misha, you really don’t-"

"I'm not letting you tell me 'no' on this. We'll get together some manpower and get this done for you."

He's really not going to let me say 'no'. "Okay. Well, it's going to be several weeks before the paperwork is finished and all that. I'll let you know when it's mine."

"Good. I'll start looking at HGTV.com." Damn it, Misha. Don't be so extra. "And send me pictures and a floorplan so I know what I'm working with."

"Yeah, okay." Really no point in arguing. It's Misha. If I don't send him pics and a copy of the floorplan, he'll just find the house and get them himself off the internet. "I'll send it to you after my appointment tomorrow, okay?"

"Sounds good. Talk to you then."

"Bye, Meesh." I hang up and sigh. He's gonna make it this whole thing, isn't he?

His house in Washington did come out amazing, though, so he does have some skills that will help in this. Eh, why not? Why not get together with my best friend and make my new home my own?

"So, I get to see this house eventually, right?" Nova says, walking into the living room.

I smile. "Come see all these pretty pictures I took and we can speculate on what craziness Misha is gonna come up with." I pat the couch next to me and she comes over. "This is the view from the street." I start showing her the pictures and she claims a room before I've even finished the digital tour.

"Oh, and you're gonna paint the exterior, right? Like, it's pretty but it's yellow. You're gonna fix that, right?"

"Oh, I'm sure Misha isn't going to let me move into another drab house. You weren’t here the first time he showed up at this house but he had opinions about all of it. I didn't let him talk me into reno last time but this time...I don’t know...maybe this will be the forever home so…"

"It's gotta be custom!" Nova exclaims.

"Exactly."

"Can I paint my walls custom? Or get custom wallpaper done? I know that a lot of people don't like wallpaper but I've seen a few places that got it right and-"

"Yeah, baby, of course. We'll figure out something awesome for your walls." I kiss her forehead. We'll do whatever she wants for her room.

"Yay!"

I love when she's happy.

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It's been a while since I've been in Dr. McCauliffe's office. Life has been in the way...and I guess I didn’t want her to judge me for my involvement with Jensen...which is ridiculous because she's my therapist. She's not going to judge me.

"So." She taps her pen against her clipboard. "What's new?"

"Well...I have been dating Jensen again. I know you saw that in the news."

"I saw it on Mr. Collins' Instagram, actually," she says with a smile.

"Right. The video. Forgot about it for a minute. Um, yeah, like I said in the video and Jensen said in his...spark's still there, we're giving it another chance."

"How's that feel?"

I bite my bottom lip. "Scary as Hell, honestly. I mean, but it's good. I've done pretty good with boundaries and moving slowly. You know, before...we jumped in head first and everything was this intense passion right out of the gate but this time…" I shrug. "I don't know. Maybe we've grown up, or grown old, but…"

"Have you slept with him?" she asks and it's because she knows that sex was a big issue when I was with him before. Sex was all we were supposed to be in the beginning and sex ruined us in the end. I know why she's asking but there's this...well, it's a bit intrusive, isn't it? It seems like she's judging me for being sexually active and I know that's not what it is but my whole spine goes tense when she asks.

"Yes. We dated for about a month before we started getting physical again."

“And how has that been? I don’t need details, of course, but...emotionally, how has it been to be intimate with Jensen again?”

How to answer that?

Really, how am I supposed to answer that? It’s the best sex I’ve ever had, emotionally fullfilling in a romance-novel sort of way. It’s perfect but it does have its scary moments. “Well, we’ve only actually...slept together a couple times this time. His libido is a lot less than it was. I mean, he didn’t have sex the entire time we were broken up, can you believe that?”

Dr. McCauliffe adjusts her glasses and shrugs a little. “I do not. Five years is a long time to go without sex...but you seem to believe it. That’s what matters.”

I never even questioned it. Should I have? No, because he’s been so honest about everything else. “I went years and years without sex after Nate. I believe Jensen did the same after me. He had a lot going on. He was in recovery for alcoholism. He had to be a good father and work on his career and-”

“You just got very defensive, very quickly. Why is that?”

Fuck, I don’t know. I run my hand over my mouth and shrug. “I don’t know,” I respond honestly.

“Analyze it, Y/n. Why would you get so defensive over my disbelief in what Jensen told you?”

“Because I didn’t question it,” I answer after a moment. “Because he told me that the last time he had sex, real full-penetrative sex, was the time that broke us and I didn’t really question it. I took it at face value because we’ve been doing very good about honesty with each other and what if that’s stupid? What if I’m stupid because maybe he’s lying about it and keeping stuff from me and-”

“You said he’s been very good about honesty so far, right?”

I nod. “Yeah. He’s...he admitted to stuff that I never thought he’d admit to and he apologized for stuff and he’s been open about what happened and why. He’s even been honest about little things that he would have lied about before...like I told him about Will and he Googled him. Used to be, he’d keep that kind of thing to himself, never tell me, but he admitted it without even prompting.” I chew on my bottom lip as she starts scribbling on her notes. “I believe him. It might be stupid but I believe him.”

She sets her clipboard in her lap and smiles at me. “It’s not stupid...and he’s likely changed enough that honesty is important to him. You’ve told me that his recovery has changed him. Jared’s told me the same. Now, it’s a bit hard for me to believe that he’s changed so much in the last five years that he would have abstained from sex since the last time he was with you, but...I don’t know the man, do I? You do. Jared does. If you believe him, then don’t let me change your mind.”

“I believe him. You didn’t see the way he looked at me the first time we...‘Reverent’ is the best word for it.”

“What do you think that means for you?”

I scoot back, leaning against the back of the couch. “I think he’s finally got Danneel out of his head.”

“Do you?” she asks and I hate when she asks things I don’t want to answer. “Danneel was a major roadblock in your relationship before, wasn’t she?”

“You know she was. I was so focused on giving Jensen what he wanted...Danneel...that I couldn’t see that I was what he was supposed to be wanting. I wanted to be like her, couldn’t appreciate myself. I know this stuff, Doctor.” I shift on the couch and sigh. “I don’t wanna be Danneel and I don’t want Jensen to be with her. I want Jensen to be with me...I want him to want to be with only me.” I shrug. “Seems like that’s where we are. He doesn’t even talk to her anymore. I talked to her the other day and she didn’t even know why he doesn’t talk to her anymore.”

“You talked to Danneel again?”

“Yeah. We ran into each other at a shop while I was getting Nova a new dress. It...didn’t go well. Nova was very combative with Danneel. I ended up having to...be very honest with my daughter. She knows about everything now...even the night with Danneel.”

“Oh? How’d that talk go?”

“It was...it was good to get it off my chest, actually. It was like the conversation where I told her about, about why her father and I got divorced. It’s like...It was a hard conversation but it was an important one. I don’t have to...hide things anymore and that’s a blessing. She understands why I make the decisions I make now...she understands...the betrayal was a lot deeper than she even knew. She understands that now and...maybe it’ll make us closer, but at least she knows the truth now.”

“And she’s living with you now, right?” I nod. “How did that happen? Nathan doesn’t seem the type to just allow her to do what she wants.”

I snort. “He’s definitely not, but...he fucked up with Jenny, blew up his marriage. I’m actually surprised it took her this long to realize that he was cheating on her, but whatever. Um...Nova didn’t want to be there for the destruction of his way of life and she asked if she could come to Texas. I convinced him to let her come because she didn’t need to see the parade of his affairs that Jenny would bring up. I then used those women to convince him not to fight me on custody when I refiled. It was…” I scratch at my cheek. “It was a low move, but it’s exactly the kind of move he pulled on me, convincing the judge that I was too unstable to care for her. I don’t feel bad about it, especially since she wants to be here.”

“That’s a big change...on top of other big changes.”

“Yep...and there’s more coming. Because I need more room since Nova is living with me, there will be a new home in my future."

"A new home? That's exciting."

"It is. And I am more excited about it than I am scared so that says something."

"I remember how anxious you were about your first house. I remember all the security options you went through."

"Well, security had to be heavy. I had to think about Tom and his crazy-ass fans and the crazier of Jensen’s fans and the paps. There was that one photographer in Vancouver that climbed the balcony outside the condo to get pics of me and Jay, remember?" I shiver at the memory of looking out the French doors to see a man with his camera, snapping away. So intrusive. "I'm gonna have to put up a privacy fence and a coded gate at the new place, too...and, of course, all the security cameras."

"Sounds like a big project."

"Yeah. Definitely. Not even half of it, though. Misha wants to DIY everything."

"Misha isn't your husband, Y/n," Dr. McCauliffe reminds me and I laugh.

"I think he forgets that sometimes. But there's not a lot of use in arguing with him. He's...well, he's right a lot. Like, most of the time, I mean. So, I always cave to him."

"Do you want to do a big DIY project at this new house?"

"Not at first, I didn't but...I dunno. Might be fun. I've never gotten to do that kind of project and knowing Misha, he's gonna make it fun even if it is hard work."

"Well, as long as you can maintain your work as well as this project. How is that coming along?"

"Really good, actually. We started shooting not too long ago...and I hadn't even considered that this project might be detrimental to Midsummer. I'll have to make sure that Misha knows that Midsummer comes first."

"Well, it seems like you've got things under control."

"Yeah? I was afraid you'd tell me I was...going too fast or…"

"Do you think that? You were telling me that you'd done well with boundaries and keeping things-"

"Well, I have! I mean, Jensen was talking about moving in together already and I shut that down and decided to get a bigger place...my own bigger place."

"Jensen wanted to move in with you?" She writes down something on her notes. "And you said 'no'?"

"I said 'no'," I confirm. "I was really proud of myself, Doc. Nova was proud of me, too, actually. Which was...it was interesting and new. I don’t know that she's ever been proud of me for anything and I know that it's supposed to be the other way, where I'm proud of her and I am, of course but Nova being proud of me setting these boundaries and sticking to them...it gives me hope that she'll be able to do the same in her own life, you know?"

"There's nothing wrong with feeling happy that you made your daughter proud and there's nothing wrong with hoping she's going to make different mistakes than you. She's going to do well in life if you keep making the best choices for the both of you." She sets her clipboard on her desk and smiles. "I'm proud of you, too, by the way. Six years ago, you would have jumped at living with Jensen."

"Six years ago, I did."

We finish out our session with a promise to not go so long without seeing her next time. "Mental health is about the maintenance," she reminds me as she opens her office door and walks me to the reception desk. I agree and set an appointment for six weeks out. I call Misha as I start my car, intending to tell him that Midsummer comes before the house project. I haven't even gotten a 'hello' out of my mouth when he speaks.

"I saw the pictures you sent. I have so many ideas!"

~~~

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[heresathreebee]

Brackish and Briny Waters (two)

[Ralph Lamont X Female Reader]

Summary: Settling into your new house Part 1 Masterlist Part 3

Tags: +17 | 1.7k words | just really fucking domestic stuff, one (1) bad attitude, presumptuous behavior, unprotected morning sex, more remodeling.

AN: I kind of know where I'm going with this. The conflict will be subtle at first but it's there I promise.

The first day goes by fast and for Ralph meeting every single person on staff in this prestigious school was like trying cheeses and wines in a vineyard– fun at first but you get a stomach ache because somebody forgot to tell you not to swallow and there are just so many of them each more rich than the last. By the time he crosses the threshold to his new home, he's exhausted and annoyed. 

"I told you not to unpack without me." 

You look at him from the kitchen and shrug. "I needed stuff, baby. I already wrote a list of things to work on in this 'bare bones' house you put us up in and I was bored." 

You don't care for his attitude but offer him the covered plate anyways. "I saved you some dinner." 

All at once, Ralphie's anger melted from his face. He shuffled his tired feet across the still empty living room and pulled you into his side. The plate was warm (still warm or recently warmed up, he couldn't tell) and his stomach growled. 

"M sorry," he said, "I don't mean to be an asshole." 

You smile your forgiveness. "Long day?" 

"Yes," he hisses. "I already can't wait for the weekend." 

You chuckle. "Oh come on, it can't be that bad. Give it a chance, baby!" 

"As you wish." 

After eating, Ralph is right to sleep despite his insistence you finish packing together tonight. A part of you thinks it's the climate here– fresh sea salt air and less artificial light to disrupt the body's natural sleep patterns. You took off his shoes and empty his pockets because he was just 'resting his eyes for a moment,' then slid in right next to him. He's fine without a blanket, but you pull the back of the quilt over your rear and curl into his side. Sleep comes easier tonight than last night and you dream of wallpaper and wood smoke cologne. 

DAY THREE

The rest of the week gets easier for the both of you. You arrived on Monday and unpack the bigger furniture together by Wednesday with the help of some locals. Ralph is getting to study the lesson plan for Ms. Lewis' math class and establishing a gentle authority with his temporary students. He is still excited for the weekend, intent to help you figure out what to do with the walls of the house. 

"Has anybody come to see you at the house yet?," he asks you Thursday night. 

You pause dicing onions to think. "Besides the neighbors to the north and those Vayle boys? No." 

Ralphie raises his eyebrows and drops them, an involuntary gesture made more for himself than you. 

You put a hand on your hip. "Why?" 

Ralphie waves you off and continues mixing the meat with the spices. "Nothing. It's just everybody and their fucking moms has been asking me about you." 

"What?" This was news to you. "Why?" 

"Because they're nosy," he replies, "asking me about my whole life story and I let slip I had a wife and then they just wouldn't shut up about it." 

You swat his shoulder. "Well don't sound so depressed about it. Do you not like having a wife?" 

"No!" Ralph huffs and turns to look at you as he says, "I just hate that every single one of them bugs me about a million personal things and then I mention you and it's the only thing they can talk about now." 

Ralph turns back to stirring the pan and grumbles to himself, "might tell them to fuck off and just hoard you forever…" 

It clicks in your head at least a bit. Ralph's a born and bred city kid. In the city nobody cares who you are, what you like, or where you're from. Strangers don't want to be anything more than strangers. Their eternal social motto is 'don't waste my time' and anyone who acts differently is probably scheming something. 

You chuckle and rest your chin on his shoulder. "You're forgetting these are a different breed of people. Rich and educated socialites more over but suburban, maybe even rural. We're probably the first new thing to happen to them in decades, and communities like this don't have a 'mind your business and I'll mind mine' attitude." 

Ralphie flicks you a look but you know he knows you're right. It doesn't mean he has to like it but at least he understands it's not malicious, at least not inherently. It's out of his element, a little out of yours too, but you'll have to adapt and play by their rules if you want to stay here for a while. 

The dining room table can seat six, but your Ralphie takes a seat right next to you at a corner so he can hold your hand while you eat. Homemade tacos ease your apprehensions a bit and you go over the remodeling plans with him until midnight. Getting ready to sleep, you wear your thinnest shift and wrap around him like an octopus, your warm core brushing over his barely clothed manhood in temptation. 

Ralphie hums, tucking a stray hair back into your bonnet. "We need to get up early tomorrow." 

It's a weak protest. The two of you keep rocking into each other and sighing at the feeling of friction but eventually fall asleep despite the delightful buzz of sexual energy surrounding you. You do wake up when Ralph flips you under him and sucks a few marks into your neck.

You spread your legs to accommodate his breadth, feeling him settle deliciously and glancing at the bedside clock. It's barely 5 o' clock and the sun is rising. You gasp as you feel Ralphie's cock slide into you and he's met with little resistance. You two have sex for the first time since you moved and it's been so long that the affair is short lived. 

Ralph already has an apology on his lips but you shush him and come a moment later with your fingers brushing your clit in tandem. He peppers you with a dozen more kisses as silent promises to make it up to you. 

You shower together, barely bumping elbows as this bathroom is way bigger than your New York City apartment ever was. You chat idly about the weekend and the town and when you're ready to leave, you grab the manila folder where you store the plans for the remodel. You've even got samples from the wallpaper, only taking the ones you like and want to replace. 

"I know we probably won't find exact replicas but I want to at least find something similar." 

Ralph squeezes your thigh. "Ok, ok. We'll try." 

While this town doesn't have a McDonald's (the town over does and it's fancy for some reason), it does have a Home Depot (also pretty fancy). You know you'll need wood and screws and glass panes to finish that solar room but that's not the goal for today. 

Ralph skips right over the green paint swatch section to the creams. He's rambling about paint brand pros and cons, he did his research on the way in since you were driving and he brought the book from the school library. You follow and half listen. 

"What?" 

Ralph finally catches on to your soft smile. You glance around to make sure no one is in earshot because god forbid these gossipers over hear your conversation right now. 

"I guess I got you pretty excited last night, huh," you say with a sense of pride. Ralph feels the opposite about his performance this morning. 

"I just… I think it's just been a while." He occupies his hands by grabbing every single free swatch sample on the shelf and says, "I promise I will make it up to you." 

You roll your eyes in a not unkind way. "It's fine, babe, really. I uh… it feels kind of good to know I still have that kind of effect on you…" 

Ralphie sports a smile of his own and puts you under his arm. "Of course you do, sugar." 

He leans down to plant a kiss on your lips when you're interrupted by a bright voice. It's so startling that your husband bounces away from you. He stares wide eyed at the woman who interrupted you and he gets that dark look in his eye that only you can see. 

"Jesus, Julie," he tries his best not to growl her name. "This is Julie, she's a teacher at the school. Julie this… is… my wife." 

Julie makes a noise like a whistle. "Oh my god you are so much more beautiful than I imagined! Ralph doesn't have a picture of you in his office!" 

"It's on my desk," he huffs, "it's the one turned towards me." 

"And why would you do that?" 

"...so I can look at it while I work…?" 

Julie's… a little too hands on for just meeting you. You're too reserved to say something about it so you sling a loose arm around her back and hope Ralph doesn't say something for you. 

"Hi Julie, it's nice to finally meet you," you tell her. "Ralph's been slowly but surely introducing me to the concept of his coworkers." 

"I can't believe we haven't met before now! Ralph keeping you all to himself, me and the other teachers are just so curious about you," she coos. It feels almost put on, like overindulging in sweet to play up her first impression. You let it slide though, maybe it's just your city lens. 

"Well, uh, once we've got the house fixed up a bit, we can plan a housewarming party," you suggest. "But not a day before and you may quote me on that, miss!" 

Julie laughed and gave you her phone number 'in case you need anything at all.' Ralph breathed easy once she finally left and you tug his ear gently. "She's veeerry friendly." 

Ralphie shoots you a glare like you'd made a joke he didn't find funny and you go back to debating the paint to use for your walls eagerly.

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[kz-i-co]

Incomparable: Part II

Summary: As you feel like you and Kihyun's relationship start to develop, something or someone gets in the way.

Pairing: Yoo Kihyun/ Reader

Genre: Angst x fluff

Words: 2.6k

m.list ╫ mx masterlist

Part 1

A/N: I was thinking about this for a while now......but I might rewrite this one, so please stand by

-

"Hey you made it." Jooheon smiled as soon as you and Kihyun walked through the door.

"Yeah sorry I'm late. I had to speak with my professor."

"You're here that's all that matters." You couldn't help but blush.

Jooheon still gave you feelings you couldn't explain but now Kihyun was in the picture. You liked seeing his playful side and he really showed to be a caring person but how were things going to change now.

"(Y/N) come on. You need to try this cake that Gihyun made. It's amazing."

"Stop." Gihyun blushed.

"No seriously. You should be a culinary major." He continued complimenting.

"Hey thank you for bringing my canvas." You said to Gihyun.

"No problem (Y/N)." She smiled warmly.

"I love my gift. Can't believe how talented you are. You made me look dope." He smiled showing off his dimples.

"Hey dude." Wonho greeted Kihyun as he leaned against the wall on the opposite side. "What's with you?"

"W-what? Nothing." He shook off. He glanced at you still engaged with Jooheon. You were smiling and laughing and he can tell you were enjoying his company.

"You reek of jealousy."

"What would I be jealous of?" He snipped.

"Obviously the cute girl talking to Jooheon you entered with."

"It's so cute." He continued as he leaned forward to pinch his cheeks but Kihyun quickly stopped him.

"I'm not jealous. I was helping her out with Jooheon, that's all."

"If you say so."

"Hey (Y/N), if you want, there is a concert in the park tomorrow. You want to go?" Jooheon asked you. Was he asking you out? Oh no, what should you do. "I understand if you have something planned already with Kihyun."

"No, I don't have any plans tomorrow."

"Great. It will be fun."

"I'm bringing the snacks." Gihyun winked. She's going? Maybe it's not what you think.

"Hey let me get your number so I can tell you the details." Jooheon smiled and you blushed as you gave him your phone.

"Cute wallpaper." He said handing it back.

"Thank you."

"Jooheon." More people walked into the tight dorm. "Happy birthday."

"I'll be right back." He started walking away. "There's tons of food, eat up." He left you alone with your thoughts.

You looked around not sure what to do until your eyes spotted a lonely Kihyun sipping down a drink while playing on his phone.

"Hey." You greeted.

He looked up at you all flushed. You figured it was his drink taking control.

"Thanks again, for what you did."

"Why do you keep thanking me, It was my fault." He arched his eyebrows.

"It was both of our faults, but it was fun doing it." You smiled.

"If you say so."

"Are you drunk?" You leaned forward looking in his drowsy eyes.

"No." He stood up straight, denying.

"I think you are." You gave a slight giggle.

"(Y/N) were playing beer pong come on." Jooheon smiled.

"Um." You looked back at Kihyun but he was already out the door. "Wait."

"Come on (Y/N)." Gihyun continued.

You just shrugged it off hoping he was okay.

....

You looked around causally trying to spot Kihyun as you hung out with Jooheon and Gihyun. The more you hung out with Gihyun the more you disliked her. She had a comment for everything, and always had to one up herself for everything that came out of your mouth. Like she was competing with you.

"I'm going to use the restroom." You told Jooheon as he nodded. You had to get away from Gihyun and her constant chatting. The closer you traveled down the hall, you heard loud music of people singing along and the loud chaos of people cheering.

"Bang bang bang!" You turned the corner seeing a crowd in the hang out as two figures were singing along to the tv as it layered lyrics down the screen as they stood on the couch.

This can't be good this late at night.

You got closer about to head down the other hall until the familiar voice got you off guard. Kihyun? Oh no.

"Yeojadeureun get low. Danggyeora BANG BANG BANG- Hey (Y/N)!" Kihyun made eye contact with you. "Come up here."

You just shook your head.

"Please."

"What the fuck is going on?" The RN came in as you were quick to get Jooheon.

"Um Jooheon." You started but you could feel a sudden presence behind you.

"Jooheon you said you were gonna keep this party out of control."

"What are you talking about?" He looked at the RN.

"Your friends are drunk and causing a ruckus. Please just send everyone back to their rooms before we get into trouble." She left in a rush.

You followed Jooheon back out to the hangout as everyone was already gone. "Sorry Jooheon." A boy with blonde hair spoke.

"Minhyuk, where is Kihyun?" He pointed to a figure laying on the floor against the wall.

"Shit." Jooheon mumbled concerned for his friend. "Kihyun doesn't do this, ever. I've seen him drunk before but not this bad."

"I'll help clean up Jooheon." Gihyun said sweetly.

"I'll take Kihyun to his room." It was your turn to speak.

"You sure?" He asked.

"Yeah." You smiled and was already on the move.

"Okay, let's go." You grabbed his hands trying to pull him up. "Let's get you to bed."

"I can sleep here." He said pulling you down to lay on the floor. He wrapped his arms around you, cuddling you cutely. Okay maybe Kihyun was the cutest drunk ever.

"Kihyun, we need to lay in our beds not the floor." You giggled.

"My bed is like a hour away. I'll just stay here." He whispered.

"This floor is disgusting." You whined. "How about my bed? It's closer."

He hummed in agreement but still chose not to move. "Kihyun." You whispered closer to you but he bumped his head against yours causing you both to winch away.

"Who are you?"

"(Y/N)." You giggled some more. But he just looked at you trying to be proven correct.

"I wished you like me instead."

You immediately felt that punch in the gut feeling. The short time you knew him, he wasn't very keen on sharing but he liked you, it was confirmed.

He didn't deserve you by the way you look at it. You used him for his friend and continued to like his friend. It wasn't that you didn't feel anything for him but you couldn't forget about the other.

"Let's go. For real this time." You continued to help him back to your bed.

Once you finally settled him down, your friend must of slept somewhere since she was no where to be found. You attempted to sleep in her bed until Kihyun's clingy ass forced you in your own bed with him. He was definitely not what you expected when he drinks.

-

The next morning, you woke from Kihyun quickly getting up alerted.

"Kihyun?"

"Sorry (Y/N) I'm gonna be late for my showcase."

"What showcase?" You asked yawning.

"My photography course. I'll see you later."

You got ready as the day was starting and quickly made your way out of the dorm.

"Hey (Y/N)." Jooheon smiled as he approached you with Gihyun.

"Hey."

"The concert got cancelled, on the count of rain...." He began. "But did you want to do something anyway?"

"Umm....okay." You shrugged.

"We're so happy we bumped into you. We were just thinking what we should do." Gihyun spoke with that annoying fake tone. "It's funny, we were just talking about you and how amazing your artwork is."

"How long have you been painting?" She continued.

"About 12 years." You said clearly uncomfortable with her as Jooheon just nodded along.

"Wow. You and Kihyun are so artistic. Probably why you make such a great pair."

"Thanks....technically we're not a pair."

"Not yet, at least." She giggled as you tried not to roll your eyes.

"Well it was nice talking to you guys, I'm gonna run." You waved goodbye as you continued to get your morning coffee you were urging for.

"(Y/N)! Wait up!" Jooheon ran after you.

"Hey."

"Wait, so you and Kihyun aren't together?" He asked confused.

"No, we're just friends. We've only met recently for tutoring."

"Oh okay.....Look I know Gihyun wants to do something but you busy right now? We can do something just the two of us?" Oh no. Why were you still feeling flustered when Kihyun is the one you should like.

"Um....no, I'm just getting coffee." You smiled.

"Mind if I join you?" His tone was sweet.

"No." Yes. Why was this happening now?

"I'm sorry that Gihyun is constantly clinging on to me." He laughed. "I mean, she's great and all but I don't want to hang out with her 24/7. I need a break."

"Well, she likes you." You laughed.

"Ha no."

"Yes. I thought you guys were together at first."

"I guess we were both wrong." He smiled with a slight blush warming his cheeks.

"How long have you and Kihyun been friends?"

"We met our third year of high school." Jooheon opened the door for you.

"Did he ever sing at all?" You couldn't help but wondered about the boy that was slowly taking your heart.

"Sure, I mean no more then the average person, but it wasn't something he showed interest in." You ordered your drinks and sat down.

"Well he should." He smiled at your response.

...

You knocked on Kihyun's door and answered it, dressed all neat and formal. "Hey." You began confused. "How was your showcase?"

"Fine." He shrugged. You followed him into the dorm as he was setting up his portfolio.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" You couldn't help but wonder.

"Not really."

"Just want to say that you are a very cute drunk." You laughed.

"Great, you saw a side I probably didn't want you to see." He rolled his eyes.

"Nah, I liked it." You bit your lip. "Very clingy, I should add."

"Is something wrong?" You asked from his silence.

"Nothing, I'm just wondering why you aren't with Jooheon right now." He began.

"Well....I was with him before, but it was just coffee."

"Ah...so he asked you out, like you wanted?" He laughed like nothing was different.

"It was just coffee, I wouldn't really call it a date." You looked at him confused. "Why are we talking about this?"

"Well....it turns out that Jooheon likes you. I guess you got your wish."

"He likes me? How do you even know that?"

"Because he told me." He finally looked at you, putting his work down. "I guess we're done here."

"But what about yesterday?"

"We can forget about that. We just got caught up in the moment."

You shrugged confused. "Kihyun-"

"It's okay (Y/N), Jooheon likes you. That's great." Sure he was right, you should be happy but why weren't you. Seeing Jooheon early, still gave you all those old feelings but now everything was different. "You don't owe me anything (Y/N). It was the deal remember."

"I don't understand-"

"You like him and now he likes you. It's what you wanted."

"Did something happen between you two?" You continued to ask from the sudden change in his behavior. He was acting the way you first met him.

"No, he was just asking about you. I'm sorry I really need to finish this."

"But Kihyun." You were at a loss of words.

"(Y/N)." He gave you a look you didn't quite understand. He was clearly hurt and trying to push you away.

....

You couldn't stop thinking about Kihyun. Why was he lying to you? What happened this morning?

You quickly rushed through the door. "Where were you all day?" Your friend asked.

"Oh um....The concert in the park."

"Wasn't that cancelled?" She arched her eyebrows.

"Yeah." You sighed. "I was with Jooheon and his side dish Gihyun, who clearly can't take a hint."

"Still competing with that girl?" She laughed.

"I really don't think I want to. I think I'm ready to move on."

"Don't tell me its because of Kihyun?"

"Why not?"

"Nothing, I just thought you were into Jooheon." She smiled. "I was confused because everyone is saying you're with Kihyun. Remember you both mysteriously walked in covered in paint."

"We were just goofing off." You said hiding the truth. Not that you knew yourself. You didn't know where things stood now. You felt something with that kiss and you sensed he did too. But now Jooheon was interested and Kihyun was acting like he supports it. You feel like everything is all mixed up now and you didn't know what to do.

"Sure. You've guys been attached lately."

"I don't know what to do." You sighed siting on the bed. "I like Jooheon but now since Kihyun and I kissed, I'm having mixed feelings."

"Excuse me! You kissed?" She looked at you baffled that you completely forgot to even mention it.

"I thought I told you."

"You certainly had not! When?"

"Yesterday. I was cleaning the art room and he came and helped me and then we started dancing and it just happened."

"So now what are you going to do?" She asked. "You don't want to string on two guys."

"I'm not." You whined. "Kihyun doesn't even like me, at least that's what he said."

"It's hard, if you're making it hard."

-

"Are you going to go talk to him?" Sowon asked as you gathered your belongs since class was almost over.

"Talk to who?"

"Kihyun dummy."

"Why would I do that?" You kept asking.

"Because you like him."

"How many times do I have to tell you?"

"I'm not an idiot (Y/N), you've fallen for him hard, and it seems like he thinks you and Jooheon can be all happy together but that's probably because he doesn't know that you like him back."

"Kihyun hates me. It's no use."

"Then maybe staring at him the whole class should be stopped." She smirked.

"You know what.....whatever." You got up.

"It's true." She laughed. "You and Kihyun sitting in a tree...."

"Please shut up, he's right there."

Then class started piling out. "Hey Kihyun (Y/N) wants to ask you something."

He looked at you with no mood in his expression and continued leaving with the class.

"Ouch."

"I told you. He hates me."

"So......go kiss and make up with him."

"Kihyun please wait." You caught up with him and pulled him into an empty classroom.

"What do you want, trouble in paradise?"

"Why did you lie to me?"

"I didn't lie."

"You told Jooheon I liked him? He told me last night."

"That wasn't a lie." He arched his eyebrows.

"You said you weren't gonna say anything."

"I was just trying to speed up the process, it was getting exhausting."

"I want the truth. We seemed fine and all of a sudden you're being your old jerk self again." You folded your arms.

"He asked about you." He shrugged.

"Like how?"

"He said he liked you, what more information do you need?"

"So what?"

"You like Jooheon, why are you questioning this?" He sounded offended.

"Maybe I changed my mind." You shrugged.

"Well then I can't help you there."

"Why are you acting like such an idiot. Yes I liked Jooheon but it changed once we started hanging out and now things feel different."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" He looked at you puzzled. You nodded confirming. "You're choosing me over him?"

"Why are you acting so surprised. I'm the one that should be surprised. You have been such a jerk to me. Who knew." He finally smiled.

"So finding out Jooheon likes you, means nothing."

"It means nothing." You smiled back. "So um, maybe we can make it official by going out tonight?"

"I don't get you." He shook his head amused and reached to hold your hand.

[gildedmuse]

I keep meaning to ask and keep forgetting, but I figure throwing this question out to tumblr is as good as any of my other options.

Are any of the One Piece films any good?

I am aware that seems like a hard question to answer because it's pretty opinion based. Good news: I'm kinda looking for opinions.

I watch One Piece on Crunchyroll* which I believe only has the episodes and I guess randomly Nebulandia (was that a movie? Or just the weirdest breaak in the middle of Dressrosa?) I started watching because my family watches, but they are are a weird group; only only read the manga until I made him watch with us, one only watches the anime but skips "filler", and one is some strange hybrid creature but has no interest in the movies as "non-canon".

(Usually, I break posts up with screenshots. So... umm... Enjoy these really simple, kinda terrible Zoro wallpapers I made, I guess?)

Me, on the other hand, I get less hung up on those things. I have a feeling that if the movies had been inserted to the line up as I wwnt, I would have gladly watched them (after all, I enjoy the whole Boss Luffy and Super Chopper sagas). So I've been wondering if tracking down the movies would be worth it.

I guess a few quick observations about me:

I am not particularly visual, so I am not likely to be turned off by poor art styles. If I like the story and character, that kind of stuff doesn't both me at all.

I have no problem with filler (obviously) so long as it's not 'tread the water' filler. I mean, I want it to have a point, that point just doesn't necessarily have to be moving the main narrative ahead.

Characters are really central to me. I will and have read novel long fanfics that are just minor character moments linked together. I'll obsessively rewatch plays to see what lesser parts are doing in the background of scenes that might further inform their character motivation. If it has good character work, I'm more likely to be into it.

I don't care too much about how canon a movie is, though I suppose still being kind of new to the fandom it would be nice if it didn't actively contradict canon since I'm still getting familiar with that.

If you're at all familiar with my recent posts you probably have noticed since I prefer not to play favorites but.... Zoro. Just Zoro. Like every single bit if Zoro.

(This is just, straight up, a picture of my posts from some point in the recent past. If he was a real person, that would be the wall of a serial killer.)

So, yeah, opinions of all shape, sizes and reasoning welcome. I'd also love to know about when the movie was supposed to be seen/was released in terms of the surrounding episodes, but you owe me nothing and I can probably Google that shit so if you don't have an answer, no worries. Just looking for a couple of recommendation, if any.

Thank you!

*Up through Skypiea I was watching my sister's downloads, so of they DID include any of the earlier movies I would have no way of knowing.

[khrsecretvalentine]

Secret Valentine for quietsilenceus, Part I: I'll Quote To That, a drabble Trio

There is nothing better than a friend, unless it’s a friend with chocolate. ~ Linda Grayson

You’d been feeling kind of lousy most of the week. Your stomach always felt just a touch queasy and your head hurt. You figured maybe you were just coming down with some silly bug going around and that, if you took good enough care of yourself, being careful about what you ate, staying hydrated and making sure you got plenty of sleep, the feeling would pass quickly without you ever getting actually sick. You were so sure that just taking care of yourself and getting some rest would solve everything that when Byakuran asked you if you wanted to go to this crazy event at the arcade the two of you often frequented, which promised to be a blast – debuting new games, including a laser tag arena, with catering by one of your favourite restaurants, all of it open all night long for the first time? How could you turn that down? – you, of course, happily and readily agreed.

You never did feel entirely better though. In fact, you felt a whole lot worse rather quickly. And not just physically. Your heart sank and you felt horrible as you texted Byakuran the morning of the arcade party, cancelling on him with only the briefest of explanations – ‘it’s that time again’.

You sighed, glaring down at the red, wet stain covering your pajama pants. That was going to be such a pain to clean up. And your stomach was already starting to cramp. You knew the cramps would only get worse too. They always did. Your only source of comfort as you cleaned yourself up and settled yourself onto your couch, hot water bottle firmly pressed against your stomach, was that Byakuran would understand. You knew he would. He’d been one of your closest friends for a long time and he’d seen you through some horrible periods. He knew you couldn’t go out easily when they happened. But still, you felt so upset and depressed about having to cancel, at the thought of him having so much fun without you, that you simply turned off your phone, not wanting to read any texts or updates from him or other friends whose days were going so much better than yours. You simply retreated, curling up under your blanket, hot water bottle against your skin, napping on and off in between reruns of cheesy old sitcoms, your phone a useless lump of metal and plastic, pushed down into the crevice between two cushions.

Which explained why you had no idea what was happening later that night, when you were pulled out of a light catnap by a loud thumping at your door. You checked the clock on the wall hurriedly…now who would be knocking on the door at this time of the night? Whoever it was, they certainly weren’t stopping. If anything the knocking was getting louder. As you made your way closer to the door, you had to grin, even through the horrible cramping that had you almost doubling over as you walked.

“(Y/N)~! LET ME IN, (Y/N)! I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE! LET ME IN, LET ME IN!”

You giggled as you flicked the lock, opening the door to find Byakuran on your doorstep, hands full of plastic bags. He swept by you, hurrying into your house so he could set the bags down. He didn’t even bother looking at you, his mouth running a mile a minute, his tone so cheerful. You couldn’t get a word in edgewise and you knew by now that it was pointless to even try anyway. You simply let him keep talking until he stopped, his jacket and boots now off, his mouth a wide grin as he stared at you, waiting for you to say it.

“Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be at the arcade?”

“Without my best friend? What kind of friend would that make me?”

“Your usual self?”

“I’m insulted! And after all I’ve done~!” Byakuran pouted, his tone distinctly teasing. “Maybe I should just take all this stuff and leave then~!”

“What stuff?” you asked, sinking back down onto the couch, Byakuran grabbing the bags and following you, his threat to leave simply him being dramatic, something the two of you knew quite well.

“Horrible, grisly, bad horror movies,” he declared gleefully, pulling out some B-rated 90’s horror movies, a real weakness of yours that he shared.

“New video-games,” he added, pulling more and more out of the bags.

“Candy.” Another pile of stuff on your coffee table.

“Snuffles.” A little grayish stuffed bunny, Byakuran’s stuffed animal from when he was younger, which you knew was often hidden in his closet, ready to be pulled out whenever he was sick, joined the crowd of stuff.

“And, of course, chocolate. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t bring someone on their period chocolate, after all?” he teased as he drew out a handful of king-sized chocolate bars and a couple of plastic wrapped giant triple-chocolate cookies from a local grocery store.

You simply stared at him, barely able to keep from grinning back at him. God, he might drive you crazy every now and then but you couldn’t help thinking that you really had lucked out when it came to having Byakuran as your best friend.

“So what first?” he asked you.

“I think chocolate. Chocolate always deserves first place.”

“And here I thought I deserved first place.”

“Fine, fine. Chocolate deserves second place then. You can have first.”

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It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn’t use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like “how about lunch?” ~ A.A. Milne

Ganauche hummed as he headed through the halls towards your office. He hadn’t seen much of you lately. That was okay though. The two of you had been friends for so long that you could go days without seeing each other without worrying about the state of your friendship. He’d been busy for the last month or so, rather lousy company most of the time he was with you, but things had finally slowed down recently. After a week or so of him just being lazy, doing nothing, he felt like company and he couldn’t think of anyone he’d rather share his cheerful mood with than you.

Or so he’d thought. It only took one look at your face as he walked into your office to know that you weren’t going to be sharing in his cheerful mood right that second. You’d probably kill him for looking so cheerful, if the vehement glare at your computer screen and the dark muttering he could barely hear (and very R-rated muttering if he was hearing at all correctly) was anything to go by. He made every attempt he could to wipe his happy grin off his face. It wouldn’t do to look perky and peppy when you were obviously this miserable.

He did hate seeing you look so unhappy though. He couldn’t let you stay this way…not that he was planning on it. He knew just what to do.

Ganauche sauntered up to your desk, resting a hip against the corner of it and smiling slightly down at you.

“How about lunch?” he asked, winking at you.

You simply nodded.

Fast forward two hours and the two of you had lots of delicious food and plenty of liquor in your stomachs, sunlight on your skin, and smiles on your faces as the two of you laughed and joked, catching up as you walked along the little side-streets around the café district.

Now this, he thought, was much better. This was exactly how you were supposed to look.

He wasn’t too happy though as your smile slipped, your eyes catching sight of your watch as you lifted an arm to block the sun from your eyes a bit.

“I guess I should get back,” you said, a small sigh accompanying your words.

“Yeah, I guess you should. If that’s what you want,” he agreed, though he personally hated to interrupt what had been such a spectacular time.

“You know what I really want?” you said, looking up at him with the beginnings of a very sly smile on your face.

Ganauche simply smiled down at you, looking slightly confused.

“Lunch. How about lunch, Ganauche?” you asked, tone all innocence and casualness.

“I think I could do with some lunch.”

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Friends are people who know you really well and like you anyway. ~ Greg Tamblyn

You rolled your eyes to the ceiling, your teeth clenching automatically in frustration as you watched Xanxus yell at one of his subordinates, his hands tightening almost dangerously around the glass bottle in his hands. You just knew that he was going to throw it any second. And wow, would you look at that? Less than a minute later, the wallpaper was soaked with whiskey, the scent thick in the air, glass scattering across the floor. His subordinate was lucky he had quick reflexes because that one would’ve hurt quite a bit if he hadn’t.

You must have made some kind of sound, though you weren’t aware of doing so because Xanxus’ attention was suddenly focused entirely on you, a petulant scowl on his face, his eyes glaring at you.

“What did you say?” he growled out.

“Nothing,” you said, voicing none of your displeasure over his behavior. It wasn’t because you were afraid of him – you weren’t – but simply because you’d learned by now that it would be easier that way. He’d calm down quicker and peace, or what passed for it around the Varia headquarters, would be restored much quicker than it would be if you made him even angrier.

“Fucking right, it’s nothing,” Xanxus snarled before turning away from you, calling for someone to bring him another bottle of whiskey.

You worried for his liver, you really did.

You worried about a lot when it came to Xanxus though, you really did. Sure he was a gigantic asshole. Sure he was violent and rude and downright psychotic at times. You couldn’t even say for sure why you were friends with him. You just were.

It was something you couldn’t express. Though he might grab you hard enough to bruise you or say horrible things to you, you knew Xanxus wouldn’t hurt you intentionally, not severely at least, neither physically nor emotionally. And you knew that anyone who did try to hurt you might get hurt severely. Because as he was your friend, you were his friend and he really couldn’t show it any other way.

You’d have to say that, if pressed beyond the reasoning that you simply were his friend because you were, you were friends with Xanxus because, somewhere, buried deep, deep, deep, deep, deep beneath all that anger and hatred, he did genuinely care about his friends. You were just lucky enough to be able to see that. Honestly, what you worried about the most in regards to Xanxus was that there wouldn’t be enough people in the world with good enough eyesight to see that as well.

From @ciaossu-imagines to @quietsilenceus